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bittersweet ~ a yandere!John Wick x fem!reader sunshine/grump coffee shop AU... Part 21 all chapters

WARNING: NSFW, SEXUAL CONTENT, YANDERE SH!T. Plz take care. I luv u all. 😘

-You toss and turn, of course, utterly unable to sleep.

Your body does not get the memo that it’s a bad idea to fuck a man like John Wick, who is a killer who is holding you prisoner, and refuses to simmer down. You are uncomfortably swollen between your legs, your pussy aching with frustration, and in the wee hours of the morning you are certain you are about to lose your goddamn fucking mind.

How is he really going to fucking know?

This is the stupid little thought that plays through your tired brain as you writhe beneath the covers, running hands up over your torso, pretending they are his.

Imagining his touch tweaking the sensitive tips of your nipples, his fingers buried inside you, seeking that sensitive place that drives you wild.

Yours are too soft, too small, not long enough or thick enough by half.

You try to trick yourself that it’s his unrelenting touch circling your clit, furious in his claiming of your pleasure as his own…

It’s not enough by half, and the release that washes over you is a paltry consolation at best, a weak pleasure that you know is a sad facsimile of the real thing. Still, you can’t stop yourself from sighing his name, and how has he mind-fucked you so royally in such a short amount of time?

It pisses you off, and in a last act of defiance for the night you flip off the camera high in the corner.

He’s probably not watching anyway. He’s probably asleep, snug in his bed with Dog, the bastard.

Feeling sad and not really sated at all, you curl into a ball and try to finally get some rest. It’s lonely in this big bed all by yourself, and by the time sleep finally claims you your pillow is damp with tears.

-When finally you wake in the morning, you are cold. The covers are down around your waist, and your shoulders ache, your arms at an odd angle out in front of you.

You never sleep like this.

There’s something on your wrists.

You open your eyes, blinking away the blur of sleep. Your vision focuses on something red.

A very neat line of shibari style knots encircles your wrists and half your forearms. They would have been beautiful, in a different setting. Like, not on your body, without your consent.

They’re not so tight to cut off your circulation, but they’re not exactly comfortable either. You strain against the silk rope, and find you can’t budge them.

You are so fucked.

“I warned you.”

John is sitting in the chair in the corner, watching you. He’s wearing all black again, a button down and slacks this time. Looking his best for you, or does he have somewhere to be? It’s not something you would have paid attention to before, but this morning, you can’t help but fixate on the fact that he’s wearing a leather belt.

Because you’re an idiot, you snipe anyway, “Wow, looks like someone earned his merit badge in macramé.”

He just smirks at you, the beautiful bastard.

“I’ve got more than a badge, honey.”

“Very funny. Untie me.”

“You’ll have to earn it, bad girl.”

Your heart skitters around in your chest as you wonder what that means.

He goes on, “Did you really think I wouldn’t see you last night?”

“Guess I assumed you’d be sleeping. It was way past your bedtime.”

He scoffs at the old man dig, leaning forward on his knees, fixing you with that hawkish gaze. “I found out I only sleep well with you in my arms, darling. Wouldn’t that have been nice last night?”

Yes, it would have. However, you just frown at him.

“So, was it worth it?” he pushes.

You sigh, half tempted to tell him how utterly unsatisfying your little session of self-indulgence had been. Rather than answer him, you look at the knots again. They really are beautiful. It makes you think of the book binding shop you’d visited in Florence, and the complicated stitches and knots they used to affix the signatures of pages together.

This man likes binding all kinds of things, it seems.

“Are you hungry?”

Only then do you notice that he has a plate of breakfast foods on the little table beside him. Eggs, toast, and bacon. A little plastic cup that might be water or juice. Your tummy answers with a rumble. Dog did eat your dinner last night, and John never offered you a replacement sandwich. At the time you’d been too worked up about…everything, to care.

“Maybe.”

He huffs a little laugh at you. “Come here.” He pats his knee, and you realize he wants you to sit on his lap—so he can feed you. A little growl in the back of your throat escapes you, and it only makes his smirk widen.

“God, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”

“I’m not hungry,” you grouse.

You are starving, and you both know it.

“Come. Here.”

There’s that chilling tone of voice again. It does not fail to fill your veins with ice, your heart skipping a beat before skittering irregularly in your chest. You’ve come to understand that it means playtime is over.

You are so fucked.

It is awkward, getting out of the bed with your wrists tied like this. You almost fall on your face, your foot getting tangled in the sheet. From John’s forbidding expression, you don’t think he would have caught you from hitting the floor this time.

You are still only dressed in the thin nightie, and the air is cold on your skin. Your nipples tighten, forming sharp peaks beneath the fabric, the silk lending agonizing friction that makes you want to press your thighs to relieve some of the sudden ache between them.

Last night so did not help you with this problem, and John’s eyes fixating on them does not help either, and you wonder if you’ll be in trouble when you stain his neat looking pants leg with your slick after sitting on him.

“Come here,” he says again, his tone much gentler this time.

Defeated, you shuffle forward, letting him guide you to perch on his knee with a hand on your hip. You barely manage to suppress a shudder as possessively his hand slides just under your skirt, resting on the warm pillow of your thigh. His long fingers are so close to your center, but he makes no move, letting you stew in it.

Bastard.

Only then do you turn to look at him, finding his gaze fixed on your face. “Good morning.”

When you say nothing in return he lifts one eyebrow, and you swear, this man will be the death of you out of frustration alone.

“Good morning,” you finally return, hating the meek timbre of your tone.

“Do you like scrambled eggs?” You nod, and he scoops up a forkful. You notice the fork is plastic, and you wonder if its for your safety, or for his.

He’s clearly never seen Hot Tub Time Machine.

“I would have taken you to breakfast in Venice, but someone had to run away.”

“Well, someone was an insufferable prig the night before,” you return primly, wondering what punishment this will earn you, unable to stop yourself from saying it anyway. He actually smirks at this, though his grip tightens a bit in warning on your thigh. Not enough to hurt, but oh.

You are definitely leaving a wet spot on his trousers, and you hate yourself a little more for it.

You finish your breakfast bite by bite like the good girl you’re apparently not. It was good, if not the weirdest seating arrangement you’ve ever endured. You tremble inside, as you wonder what he has in mind for you next, now that your energy is up and you are trussed like a holiday goose for his pleasure.

You couldn’t be more surprised, than when he deposits you on the bed, kisses your cheek, and bids you, “Have a nice day, sweetie.”

“Wait!” you exclaim, whirling as he is already halfway to the door, swinging his suit jacket about his broad shoulders. “Where are you going?”

“Out.”

You hate it, that hearing this fills you with panic. “Are you coming back?”

“Do you want me to come back?” There is a dangerous glitter in those dark eyes, and you know that is a question loaded with fourteen in the clip and one in the chamber.

You decide on, “I want you to untie me.” Holding up your wrists as exhibit A.

He shrugs a little, and you know that was not the answer he wanted. “Maybe later.” Then he sweeps out of the room, leaving you staring dumbfounded at the door where he’d just been. The man is like a fucking ghost.

“Bastard!”

You hope he hears you, but you suspect the epithet falls on deaf ears.

-Your first order of business, of course, is trying to undo these beautiful fucking knots. Unfortunately for you, they are tight, and secure, and John was smart enough to make the finishing hitch with the end tails on the opposite side of your wrist where you cannot easily reach them with your teeth.

Sonofabitch.

If he’d left you Dog for company you could have enlisted the pooch’s formidable chompers, perhaps, but no dice on that one.

Fine.

You sit under the covers for a while, because you’re cold. You try to read, but it is infuriatingly difficult to turn the pages of a book and read comfortably with your hands like this.

You are certain lunch time comes and goes, without a peep out of John.

Did he actually leave you?

You hate it, how the thought makes a trill of panic vibrate in your chest.

Fine. It’s fucking fine.

He thinks he can break you with alone time? You? You are the Queen of Introversion. You can go for days without human interaction, happily, so long as you have a sketchbook or a book. Bring it on, Mr. Wick.

He left you the water cup with the straw, and boy is that an adventure to refill in the bathroom when you’re thirsty.

Going pee without making a mess is no small feat either.

You pace the room, just to get some exercise. You look out the window, watching the birds in the trees.

You laugh to yourself, banging your head against the bulletproof glass. How funny, that you’d once fancied yourself Jane Eyre, when it turned out you were destined to be Mad Bertha locked up in the attic by Rochester all along.

You hate to admit it, but by the time the sun is starting to set behind the trees you are going stir crazy with wondering where the fuck he is.

It’s definitely not because you miss him.

It’s just…these fucking ropes, of course. It’s not those burning dark eyes, or those large sure hands, or that sturdy long body he likes to press to yours. It’s not that the silence of the room feels empty without his deep voice, even if he’s using it to taunt you.

It is late by the time you hear the locks on the door whir, and you have been sitting in your nest in bed feeling listless and way too sorry for yourself. You are half out of your mind with boredom, and your shoulders and elbows ache at the joints from the restraints at your wrist. You try not to show it, but you are ready to climb up the fucking walls.

Like he might have some inkling of this, John pays you a knowing smile, assuming his seat with the confidence of a king in his throne room. He snaps and pats his thigh, no words this time, expecting you to obey.

Someday, you are going to make him pay for this.

But now…there’s nothing for it but to play his twisted game.

He’s prepared some kind of stir-fry tonight, with vegetables, beef, and rice. You are starving by now, and it smells heavenly.

Again, the food is good, simple but filling. He feeds you forkful by forkful with a careful tenderness that could make you weep. Your time with John is like a game of Russian Roulette. Spin the wheel, which John shall you receive this minute?

It’s easy to hate Mean John. Insufferable Ass Hat John, could drive you to murder. But Sweet John? You would do anything, for Sweet John, and you’re afraid he knows it too.

It’s only been a day, really. Is that right? A day? And already, you feel yourself slipping into the mould he’s fashioned for you.

Perhaps in a knee-jerk attempt to counter this, you ask, “Did you used to play this game with Helen?”

He freezes with the fork halfway to your lips, his hand underneath your skirt with his dead wife’s name in your mouth.

You meant to throw him off, but as far as you can tell, all it earns you is a scoff. “No.”

“Why not?”

He actually seems to consider your question, toying with the food again, re-loading the fork with a different bite. “I was never afraid she would leave me. Funny, how that worked out.”

You feel like he’s handed you an important piece of information. Emboldened by his quietness, you dare push, “And…what do you think she’d think, about what you’re doing to me now?”

“I’d say she lost her vote, when she left me.” The indifference is gone; this is delivered with a stinging bitterness, and you realize he blames her for leaving him. There’s a clue in this too, and you feel like the solution to all this is an illusive thing hovering just barely out of your grasp. If you can find just the right words, push just the right buttons…maybe you can bring him back to sanity?

“She never would have left you on purpose, John. She got sick. You’ve got to forgive her.”

And accept you can’t control everyone around you. Then preferably, untie me! motherfucker.

The only indication he gives that you’ve upset him is the tightening of his fingers digging into your thigh. You’re going to have bruises, but if he’s actually processing what you’re saying, it’s a price you’ll gladly pay.

He just continues to push the medley of food around on the plate, shaking his head in silence. Disappointed in his nonreaction to your question, you sullenly accept the next bite.

Three seconds later, your mouth is on fire.

You squeal with panic, leaning for the plate to spit it out. But John’s big hand clamps over your mouth, a hard glint in his eyes, and you know you’re going to have to swallow it. It takes three tries, but you manage, tears streaming from the corner of your eyes.

You can do moderately spicy food, but that was just fucking diabolical.

“What the fuck?” you hiss between coughs.

“I knew you’d have something smart to say tonight.”

You try to reach for the water cup with its stupid little straw and your stupidly bound-together hands, but John sets it out of reach. “Oh my god, please?”

He speaks calmly, as though the lining of your mouth is not being eaten away like you took a bite of rice laced with battery acid. “You keep speaking about Helen like you knew her. I suggest you cut it out. Unless you would like all your meals seasoned like this.”

You blow a long breath of air over your tongue. It only sort of helps.

Mother. Fucker.

You glare daggers, but for now, you’re wise enough (broken enough?) to keep your epithets to yourself.

He sits back in the chair to regard you, tossing the fork into what’s left on the plate. You’re still hungry, but you’ll be damned if you eat anymore from that dish. You flinch as he reaches for you, though he is not cruel as he grips your hair at the base of your head. Just…exacting, and he guides you to perch on the edge of the chair between his legs, your bare ass fitted against his crotch.

It feels good as he starts to braid your hair, a jarring contrast to the pain still simmering in your mouth. You whimper a little, despite yourself, arching into him behind you. You didn’t even mean to, really, but it wins you a low groan that fills you with forbidden warmth.

This is so fucked.

Nothing you’ve experienced in your life has prepared you for handling this.

When he finishes he wraps the new handle of your plaited hair in his fist, pulling you back against his chest. He is warm, and solid, and you fail royally as you try not to enjoy this contact. It’s ridiculous, but all you really want is for him to hold you.

He speaks against the shell of your ear, his other hand lightly encircling your throat. “I’ll never let you leave me.”

Your heart drums frantically in your chest; he means business. You can just tell, there is an unyielding hardness in his tone that somehow wasn’t quite there before. You thought you could reason with this man, but maybe you were wrong, or maybe you only succeeded in pushing his sanity the other way, further into the red.

Maybe there’s nothing left to reason with, and that is the thing that finally, truly scares you.

“Maybe you need something else to fill up that sassy mouth.”

With his improvised handle he guides you down to sit between his splayed legs. Your eyes are drawn to the newly erected tent in his pants, that formidable bulge that should be the stuff of your nightmares, but still inspires a maddening longing inside you.

Why do you have to feel so empty, when he’s near?

Frustrated by the unfairness of it all, you glare daggers up at him. You know what he’s angling to extort out of you, of course. It makes you sad, but not for the reason he might have expected. It makes you sad, because you would have rubbed your knees raw sucking him off, if he’d just asked you nicely.

“Thanks, but I’m full.”

He snorts at that. “Yeah? Someone doesn’t want her hands untied that badly.”

Now, that is something you want, and maybe you’re willing to play with that on the table. You’ve never thought of yourself as someone who is easily led, but he is good at manipulating you. It makes you wonder if any of it was ever real, or if this is just a game he’s been playing with you from day one.

The thought makes you sigh, and you rest your cheek on his lean thigh, closing your eyes.

He looks down at you like you’re a puzzle he’s not quite sure how to solve.

Welcome to the club, Mr. Wick.

“Were you planning this all along?” you ask. “When you were so sweet to me? Am I that fucking stupid that I didn’t see this coming?” Obviously, from the clothes in the closet, he’d hoped you’d come stay with him at some point, but all the rest? It feels spontaneous, like the way something hard can suddenly crack with too much pressure. But then again, maybe just because it took you by such fucking surprise.

He strokes your hair, and that gentle touch just makes it worse somehow. You feel the sting of tears in the corners of your eyes, because that gentleness is all you wanted from him. The ironic part is that he wouldn’t have had to do any of this shit, just to keep you.

You do not love easily, but once you do…it is a total, and all-consuming thing.

“I don’t know,” he answers begrudgingly. “I just…couldn’t let you leave me.”

You think about how he’d been an orphan. He’d lost his parents. He’d lost his wife. He’d lost his dog. He’d gone on a rampage and slaughtered an entire Russian Bratva…for the loss of a dog.

In perspective you guess he’d actually behaved rather tamely, at the threat of losing you. This man does nothing by halves, and the only thing John Wick fears, it seems, is losing those he loves.

Is that what he’d meant, when he said his love was a curse?

It doesn’t excuse it, but there is a key somewhere in that, you reason. A key to freedom, or the gates of Hell, you’re not really sure.

You do your best to blink away your tears. Maybe it’s stupid, because you’re not half as tough as he is, but you don’t really want him to see you cry.

He lets you sit like that for as long as you want, stroking your hair. It’s almost sweet, and it gives you time to collect yourself.

Someday, he’s going to figure out it’s best not to give you a chance to plot your next move. It occurs to you that maybe you have one last card to play.

You sit up slowly on your knees between his legs, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze weighing upon your skin. You reach for his belt, brushing his erection through his pants, his manhood twitching in anticipation. For just a second, he allows himself to close his eyes.

Maybe you have power too. You just have to figure out how to use it here, and maybe not lose you mind over how thick and wonderful he just felt beneath your hand. That unhelpful pulsing between your legs casts its vote. You try to unobtrusively squeeze your thighs for some relief, but you fear this man sees everything.

Good for you, that your voice sounds almost steady. “I have to say, you’re a brave man, Mr. Wick.”

It is not easy to work the buckle of his belt with your hands bound like this, but somehow you manage, even pulling it from its loops. You fight the urge to throw the damn thing across the room, but settle for resting it at his feet.

“How do you figure?”

“Well...” You flip open the top button of his pants, your fingers shaking slightly. “If we are engaging in that time-honored exchange of a favor for a blowjob... and you just essentially carpet bombed my mouth with napalm...wow, you do like to live dangerously.”

He sits still as a statue for a good few moments, weighing what you’re telling him, gauging if the capsaicin would transfer through your saliva to what is arguably the most sensitive area of his body. You’re 98 percent certain they would, and a part of you hopes he’ll opt to try it even after you warn him.

It would make for a neat little slice of revenge.

But then, what you really want is out of these ropes, and you hope your honesty will win you some points with him.

In the end he catches your hands, as you are awkwardly trying to work his zipper.

“Maybe we'll skip that for now.”

“You sure? Where’s your sense of adventure?”

He narrows his eyes down at you, and you wonder if you’re inventing it, or is there a glimmer of amusement in his dark eyes?

“In my other pants.”

In the end he pulls you back up into his lap with a grumble.

You suspect you’ve only delayed the inevitable, but you feel some satisfaction for your little coup.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, (threatens you?), depositing you on the bed, gathering the dishes and sweeping out of the room. You have a feeling this interaction was not half as satisfying as he’d hoped it would be.

Well, good.

Bastard.

-When he returns, he brings you a cup of milk. Though most of the pain from the chilis has already subsided by now, you accept it for the calorie count if anything.

“Are you alright?” he asks with a hand on your cheek, looking you over appraisingly.

Thinking this might be your best moment, you lift your bound hands with a pitiful pout, blinking your eyelashes innocently.

“Will you untie me now?” you ask in your sweetest tone, words loaded with contrition.

“You think you’ve earned it?” he asks, and you sense this is a perilous path you’re approaching.

“I’ve been good.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on. I mouthed off. You punished me. You had your fun. And rather than give in to my initial vindictive impulses, I saved you from a very uncomfortable evening. It’s the least you can do.”

He actually chuckles at this, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He seems softened by your bright little tirade, but then this man’s mood can change on a dime.

“And, it’s starting to hurt,” you add.

It’s not a lie, and it seems that is the thing that makes him pause.

“You don’t like my knot work?”

Your heart lodges in your throat, and you know you must proceed with caution, or you’ll be wearing this shit for a week at least.

“Your knots are very fine, Mr. Wick.”

Your captor practically purrs at hearing that, a low rumbling sound from deep in his chest, his hand burying in your hair. It sends a tingling thrill all across your scalp.

You’ve come to reluctantly love his fixation with grabbing your mane.

You really are losing your mind.

“I’ll make you a deal, kitten.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll untie you…if you will take a bath with me.” His tone is the low rumble of a jungle cat, and your heart leaps into your throat. You knew this was coming, eventually. Maybe you just didn’t expect it tonight.

Looking back, you’re not sure why.

“NowI get to see you?”

You are still puzzling over the way he’d outright prevented you from undressing him, in Venice. It was almost like he’d been afraid, and you don’t understand at all. He’s fucking gorgeous, and you’re pretty sure he knows it. So…why?

“I told you, you weren’t ready then.”

You suspect the real answer is that he wasn’t ready, but for once, you don’t contradict him.

He runs a finger down the line of his neat knots that are starting to bite into your flesh. It’s starting to affect the feeling in your fingers, and you know that can’t be good.

“So? What do you say?”

You crane your neck to look up at him, drinking in the lines of his handsome face, his straight nose and proud lips, and the delicately drawn sweep of his eyes. Even with the shadow of a black eye, courtesy of you, he’s still the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. You shouldn’t want him, after everything he’s done to you. You shouldn’t, but you feel yourself inevitably drawn to him, like the moon pulls the tide.

You feel like you’re signing a piece of your soul away to the devil on the dotted line, when at last you nod.

He puts a hand to his ear with a smirk. “What was that?”

Your groan comes out like a growl.

“You have a deal, Mr. Wick, sir.”

His low rumble of approval gives you chills, and when he turns your face up to kiss you sweetly you utterly melt beneath his hands, jarred by the contrast from earlier, but not questioning it. You bask in the press of his soft lips, greedy for his tenderness, hoping stupidly that this is the way things will be from now on. Then you yelp with surprise as suddenly he scoops you up with his hands on your thighs, carrying you into the bathroom.

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hanasnx · 6 months

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Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E26

MINORS DNI 18+

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“Is that what you’ve got a fucking attitude for?” Anakin confirms your request with a crude question, unceremoniously shoving you into the room by his large hand on your back. You stumble as the door slams, and regain your footing only to glare daggers at him.

“Will you just listen to me?” you demand, tearing into your hair with frustrated hands and stamping your foot. A long finger is pointed in your face, which you stare at indignantly.

His brows furrow, his unwavering cold gaze on you has you wishing you could rip it up. You hate it. “Drop the fucking tone with me, I’m sick of your shit.” he warns.

You smack his hand out of your way, advancing on him in which he does not falter from. A heated look is exchanged between the two of you, breathing hard. “Well then, why don’t you do something about it?”

“You brats are so fucking annoying, you know that?” he seethes through his parted lips, hissing out hot air with each piston of his hips up into you. His large hands grip your torso, blunt fingernails digging into the soft skin as he pounds upwards, smacking against you. Shock waves travel up your spine like electricity. Riding him always grants a special angle, near painful in such a delicious way as he fills you up like he’s made for it.

“Yeah, but you’re still fucking me.” you breathe, your eyes squeeze tight as you can’t decide between tuning out the pleasure in order to remain coherent and last longer, or let it sweep you up. This is what you wanted. To get speared on a cock ‘til you’re a drooling mess.

“I’ve got half a mind to knock your head against the desk so you shut the fuck up. Fucking lobotomize you or some shit.” he talks trash, and bites onto the space past his lower lip. Sharp exhales through his nose as he increases the pace, juggling you on his cock so hard you whine. It’s when he notices you’re not paying attention to him. “Hey.” he chides, a curt swat to your swinging tit. “Eyes on me.” Unable to think for yourself more and more, you obey him. He doesn’t visibly soften, his unsatisfied glare still apparent on his handsome features. “That’s right. You’re feeling good, that’s why you’re listening. Is that it?”

Your nose scrunches in disgust, even though the wet sounds of your pussy fill the room, you recoil from him anyway, shoving his chest. “You could do better. Are you even trying?”

A growl of exasperation leaves him, slamming you down onto him with the intent to hurt. It’s successful, making you howl in pain, yet the sting only aids your enjoyment. Your hole loosens.

“Fucking brats!” he curses you and your kind, apparently tired of dealing with his fair share. Yet you’re sure he’s never encountered someone with quite your unique capabilities in pissing him off. Practice makes perfect, you’re skilled in pushing his buttons. When he throws you to the side, you emit a noise of surprise, bracing the impact of the mattress against your side. Before you know it, he’s maneuvering your body for you. “Always acting like you can get away with what you want. Just ‘cause you’re loud enough when you say it. Guess what, I fucking hate that in a girl.” as he speaks he rudely repositions you, yanking you into place on all fours.

“I don’t care what you like in a girl.” you bite back, but your tone feathers out when he reintroduces his fat cock to your sex, thumbing your hole with his head until it accepts him. The arch in your spine weakens, collapsing your cheek onto the covers as he shoves himself inside you. Apparently brats like you don’t deserve accommodation. Regardless, you fight to stay strong. “I’m getting what I want right now, aren’t I?” With each word, with each of his cruel thrusts, your voice fails more and more. “All I had to do was get you mad… and you played right into my hands.”

“Oh, you’re fucking asking for it.” he muses, palming the globes of your ass to treat them like handles, tugging you back onto his cock only to shove you forward with the impact of his pelvis. Just to repeat. When you raise yourself on your elbows to object further, to keep the banter going, his hand plants onto the back of your head, forcing you into the sheets. “No.” It muffles your screams as he adds fervor to his movements; that coil inside you taut, that void inside you, the one that drove you to press him until he fucks you hard just like this, finally quiets. He takes note of your compliance. “Not so tough now.”

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Candy Cane Kisses (Eddie Munson One Shot)

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3.6k

Author's Note: My little Christmas offering of fluffy smut for all the Eddie fans keeping up with my series, but wishing I would write some smut for him too! <3 Thank you for all the support on all my Eddie posts, and feel free to send in new requests any time! (heart) Also I couldn't possibly write a fic about Eddie leaving the reader a note and not recommend everyone go check out the amazing and adorable notes by Eddie and Bird (@eddieandbird) this is definitely inspired by some of their great work :)

Candy Cane Kisses (part of my Christmas List)

"And I heard on the radio on the way to school this morning, it's supposed to snow on Christmas day!" Lucas practically buzzed with excitement talking through his Christmas plans, finally in the last week of school before the Christmas break.

"It never snows in Hawkins." Eddie quickly shot down, focus not shifting from the scrappy piece of paper he clutched in his lap, scratching out line after carefully worded line, unsatisfied with every letter he scrawled messily on the page.

"Who pissed in your eggnog?" Mike snapped at him, leaning across the table to try and see what had his dungeon master so fixated.

"(Y/n)" Dustin sighed, feigning infatuation to the amusement of the others.

"He wishes." Gareth added, another round of raucous laughter sweeping across the table and finally lifting Eddie's eyes from his lap,

"That doesn't even make sense." He rolled his eyes at the smug looks around the table at his attempted protests, before getting entirely distracted by the small group of students walking by the table, in the centre of which floated you. You who made Eddie's stomach feel like he'd only eaten sugar for a week, but in a way he didn't mind. You who could make him feel at home for the length of a class in a town that otherwise despised him. You who looked up and gave him a smile as your group swanned past, his heart fluttering in his chest as he returned the gesture with the smallest wave, setting off the chorus of laughter from his group again. Eddie had it bad.

"So you're sending them a candy cane right?" Dustin probed, much to Eddie's annoyance.

"I don't know, stay out of it Henderson." Eddie retorted, sighing in defeat as he scrunched up the piece of paper in his lap to a fist sized ball, "I wouldn't even know what to say."

"Dude, the first day we had Hellfire after you sat next to (y/n) you opened with 'Fellas, I'm in love.' Maybe just try that?" Lucas offered helpfully, his optimism and honestly slightly overshadowed by Mike's sarcasm,

"Only if you want to scare them off, play it cool, keep it short. How about 'you're probably the only reason I'm getting a B in Biology'." He advised confidently, making Eddie wonder how he'd ended up taking romantic advice from freshman, and how they all actually had girlfriends.

"Just be honest okay, whatever that means." Dustin concluded, leaving Eddie back where he started, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and desperately trying to find the words he'd spent months hoping to say to your face.

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It was the end of the final period, on the last day of school before the holidays, and everyone watched the clock anxiously, desperate to run outside to see if any candy canes had been left stuck to their lockers.

"That's the reading you need to do over the next two weeks, and before you ask, yes there will be a quiz on it. Have a great break everyone, you are dismissed." Your teacher droned out in a single monotone sentence, not bothering to muster a smile as students poured out of her door with their well-wishes. You let most of the crowd rush ahead, confident your locker would be stood undecorated, focused solely on keeping up with your friends and your grades now that you were in your senior year. You almost didn't bother to check before you headed off for the break, but one small spark of hope made you walk the length of the hallway just in case. And to your surprise there a single candy cane sat, fixed to your locker handle with a curl of red ribbon, a physical token of affection from someone in your life.

You paused for a moment before you dared to read it, revelling in the moment of possibility; any number of friends might have just sent it as a festive gesture and nothing more, but that didn't stop your heart beating a little faster as you finally flicked open the little card,

"Hey sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that you're kind of my favourite person. And i'm going to miss you over Christmas break. I hope that's okay. Love, Eddie (Munson) (from Biology)"

You wanted to laugh at his detailed signature, but what caught your eye most was the little underline he'd scrawled under 'love'. Like he'd chosen to sign his card like that intentionally, more than just a throw away greeting. You let out a small chuckle to yourself as you walked away from your locker, feeling the corners of your mouth lift up into a smile, glad you didn't have anything planned for that afternoon.

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Eddie had skipped final period in its entirety, a black hole opening up inside his stomach at the thought you reading his far-from-perfect note, sucking up any optimism he'd had for the gesture. He sat on the edge of his bed, growing more and more frustrated at his inability to play along to even a simple song on his guitar, mind entirely clouded in thick, dark fog - until two headlights pulling up outside seemed to cut right through the haze.

You'd never been to Eddie's trailer before, and on the drive over you started to wonder why. You and Eddie only really saw each other at school, occasionally seeing each other on the weekends in a wider group of friends, Eddie always taking the opportunity to find the seat next to you, willing himself to ask you to slip away, and soaking up every second he got to spend in your company. You'd never really had a moment alone together, not without a crowd of students or friends spread out around you, and that realisation gave this whole situation a atmosphere of anticipation as you knocked on the trailer door, Eddie opening it almost as soon as your knuckles made contact, unable to make himself wait a moment longer to see you.

"Hi Eddie, can I come in?" Your voice had a slight nervous shake to it as you spoke, the air in the room feeling a little thin as he opened the door with a nod, pointing down to the small corridor to his bedroom. Staring at the walls covered in dark posters, and metal covers, and occult imagery you couldn't help but smile at just how 'Eddie' his room was, wishing you had been invited in sooner and feeling like you got to know him a little better just by being here. Eddie immediately returned to the same spot on his bed, hunching over slightly in self-preservation as you took small steps, exploring the space.

"Good last day?" Eddie questioned, like small talk could keep him from having to explain himself to you, or experience whatever disappointing conclusion his infatuation with you was about to reach.

"Yeah it was. I got a candy cane." You said softly, pulling the little card from Eddie out of your pocket. Eddie didn't look up from his lap, knowing exactly why you were here in his mind, and bracing himself to spend the rest of the school year skipping biology. "Did you really mean what you wrote?"

He nodded his head softly, taking a deep breath before he dared to speak, desperate to hold himself together at least until you left, "Being your friend has made this year a lot better than the last few, and I love it, but honestly I want to be more than that. And I wanted you to know." He stared down at his hands, twisting a skull shaped ring over and over, as if not looking at you would keep him safe from whatever you were about to say. You walked around to stand just in front of him, the feel of your soft hands taking his enough to pull his focus up towards you, brown eyes glistening as they stared up at you hopelessly.

You moved slowly, first separating his interlocked hands, then bringing each of them purposefully to your waist. He didn't smile as your left his hands there, settling yours around his neck as you gradually sank down to straddle his lap, Eddie's grip tightening slightly as you settled onto his thighs. Brushing a strand of his thick hair away from his cheek bone, you smiled and whispered,

"Thanks for the candy cane." Before leaning in, slowly, carefully until the warmth of his lips melted the coldness on yours. You only held it for a second, testing the waters, Eddie's expression still unreadable as you watched the gears in his head turning. And then he was back on you, diving forward to feel your lips, encompassing you in his arms as he kissed you like the soft peppermint taste of you might be the only thing he ever wanted to experience again. You smiled as you let your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling him let out a blissful hum that only parted his lips further, letting him make more hungry swallows of your lips, your head swimming with the obvious devotion in the way he chased your kiss. You pulled him back slightly to get a better look at his face, finally beginning to grow a smile that his romantic gesture had paid off, and that he now knew your lips were even sweeter than he'd been picturing.

"I'm really glad we're going to just protect our friendship." You said matter-of-factly, watching Eddie's face fall back into despair before you erupted into laugh, a matching grin returning to his face as he poked you in the side for your mischief.

"Oh that was cruel! You can't mess with a guy while you're on his lap!" He bellowed through his laughter, lips planting a constellation of kisses across your face, drawn to you now they had the option to be.

"I'm sorry, I'll be sure to get off your lap before I laugh at you next time." You teased, happy the dramatic tension in the air had shifted to the kind of laid back joking you loved about Eddie.

"Don't you dare" He rebuffed, squeezing you tightly against his chest to make sure you weren't going to leave his lap for any reason. As his grip shifted you higher on his thighs you could feel yourself brush over his crotch, a growing bulge starting to strain against the denim of his jeans. You rocked your hips again, capturing the involuntary moan from Eddie with a kiss, the vibrations from it running all the way down your spine. Eddie wasn't sure whether to apologise profusely or pretend he wasn't hard between your thighs, wishing he had just an ounce of self-control when it came to you. And then you rocked your hips against him again, intentional in your movements, devilish smile on your face as he broke the kiss to hold in a moan, and Eddie knew he was a goner.

One hand trailing down to your ass to support you, Eddie shifted himself backwards on the bed until he could lay on a pillow, keeping your chest pressed against his as he moved. His breath stilled in his lungs as he felt your weight shifting on top of him, the brushes over his jeans only that much more intense at this angle, his eyes clenching shut as he forced himself to take a deep breath.

"We can stop Eddie?" You reassured, a little concerned as he struggled to reopen his eyes to respond.

"I really don't want to stop! I'm just, uh, really not used to having a pretty girl on my bed. Or on my lap. So I'm just very excited." You smiled at his honesty and the slightly pained grin on his face as he looked up at you, leaning over him with his arms wrapped around you, a best case scenario for today that he wouldn't have even dared to dream about.

"You're very sweet. And I'm very excited too." You flirted, watching Eddie's eyes almost roll back in his head with a sigh at your words, before pulling himself together enough to roll you on to your back, rising up on his knees to undo the button on your jeans.

"You're going to be the death of me sweetheart, I already know it." He laughed, almost to himself, as he eased the denim down your legs, until only your panties remained, a sight Eddie had imagined on his cold, lonely nights more than once.

"Fuck." He sighed out as let his lips began to mark a trail up your leg, kissing and sucking at the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs and drinking every twitch and giggle the action drew from you. As his fingers reached the edge of your underwear, everything he wanted now in his reach, he raised his head slightly, solemn look in his eye as he spoke,

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" Your heart practically burst with affection as you stared down at him, full of desire and want and need, for him.

"I want this, and I want you Eddie." The words almost came out in a whine as you felt yourself getting wetter waiting for his touch, the smile on his face as your confirmation the most confident he'd looked since you walked into his room.

"Good girl." Was all he said as he hooked his fingers into your waistband and removed the final bit of fabric in his way. He started slowly, just running a finger softly over your slit, watching your every reaction closely, wanting to take his time to see exactly what you liked. Even these small touches had his finger coated in slick, and you watched him experimentally bring it to his lips, sucking it clean and humming happily as he did.

"I always knew you were sweet inside and out." He praised before burying his head between your thighs, tongue licking broad flat strokes over your centre, tasting every drop of your excitement and starting to draw louder pants and moans from you with every motion. Two of his fingers slipped inside you easily, the cold metal of his rings grazing your clit between licks and making your whole body flinch at the sensation. Eddie chuckled against you at the reaction, only stimulating your sensitive bud more,

"Eddie," you whimpered, "You feel so good." He moaned against you at the praise, free hand shifting your shirt up slightly so his broad palm could rest flat over your stomach, holding you in place and feeling you tense and shake as he worked.

"You're so good to me sweetheart, letting me taste you like this. Letting me hear you say my name like this is one of my wet dreams. Now whenever I wear my rings I'm just going to be thinking about how much you like them here." As if it prove his point he brought the cold metal to brush over your clit, soft strokes in time with plunging fingers, your thighs clenching around his head involuntary at the throbbing feeling growing inside you of,

"Fuck, you're killing me (y/n)." He groaned again at the movement, feeling his own hips rock against the bed as yours started to buck against his touch, following his every movement, the pressure tightening in your stomach as his tongue returned to your clit, worshipping every inch of your pussy with his fingers and mouth, holding you against the bed as you started to squirm at all tingly sensation spreading through you.

"Eddie," You cried out again as he curved his fingers to massage a new spot inside you, steady flicks of his tongue bringing you to the edge as he savoured every drop of you he tasted, "I'm gonna-" was all you got out as the tension inside you overflowed into release, your legs shaking around Eddie as he moaned happily against you, maintaining his steady rhythm as he felt the waves of pleasure ripple through your core, even the soft brush of his untamed hair on your inner thighs making you flinch with sensitivity.

You felt your head begin to clear as your rode out your orgasm, placing a hand under Eddie's chin to bring him up for a kiss, watching the slight glee in his eyes as he held his position a little too long, watching you squirm from the overstimulation of his continuous circles on your clit, knowing you were awakening something in him you'd be on the receiving end of for a long time to come.

He wiped his glistening face with the back of his hand as you brought his lips back to yours, feeling himself twitch in excitement at the combination of two new favourite tastes. He only leant up for air as you pulled his shirt over his head, letting your hands trace along each of his tattoos, noticing the slight gasp of breath he took when the tip of your finger brushed lightly over each of his nipples. Even with his whole body pressed to yours, your entrance still sensitive from his touch, you needed to feel more of him. Clearly hoping for the same thing, the second you started to unbutton his jeans, Eddie quickly stood up, kicking them off for you, watching in awe as you pulled off your shirt, and unclasped the bra underneath letting it fall forwards, watching Eddie's hard cock twitch as you discarded it.

"You're so fucking beautiful." Eddie said the words like a prayer, awestruck as he crawled back over your form, lips drawn to your now exposed chest. One hand followed cupping and kneading at the tender curves while his lips grazed over the other nipple, planting gentle kisses and tracing soft shapes with his tongue, sure nothing had ever compared to how good he felt right now.

He had the the exact same thought as your hand snaked between your bodies, taking hold of Eddie's throbbing length and starting firm, smooth strokes, your thumb rubbing the base in a way that made Eddie let out an earth-shattering moan. He was used to the feel of his own hand, supplemented by his vivid imagination, but feeling the touch of yours as his tip dipped into the soft, sticky skin of your thighs had Eddie finding nirvana and swearing allegiance to whichever dark force put you in his life. Losing the ability to do anything but pant and groan as you worked him in your hand, you eased Eddie on to his back bringing a leg over him to straddle his thighs once again. Eddie watched you through lidded eyes, his chest heaving up and down with every touch, his whole body jolting as you ran your tongue over his leaking tip, not sure how much more of this he was going to survive.

"(y/n)" he managed to moan out breathlessly, eyes widening as he watched you line him up between your dripping folds. .

"You still want this Eddie?" You sighed out, making sure to put extra emphasis on his name as you teasingly ran him over your slit.

"Fuck, yes, please, please." He begged, hips trying to buck up beneath you, desperate to feel you wrapped around him. His cock almost ached as you slowly sank down around him, feeling yourself stretched and filled completely by his perfect size. Eddie watched your eyes flutter shut as you took a few gentle bounces, your chest jumping with the rest of you in easily the hottest sight Eddie had ever seen. Needy for more of you, to feel you react to his touch again, Eddie sat himself up, keeping you wrapped around him as he pulled you into his lap.

"Good girl." He cooed as he brought his fingers to your throbbing clit, watching as you started to bounce more eagerly in response to his touch, your sensitivity addictive to Eddie, his mind already racing with all the fun he could have with it, driving you over the edge of pleasure again and again if you'd let him.

"Eddie," you moaned again as his fingers strummed over you, tongue lapping at your nipples as you rocked up and down, every part of you alight at his vigilant touch. He focused on your every noise and tremble, trying to memorise the look on your face as your hips started to stutter again, back arching your chest against his lips as your walls started clench down around him,

"That's my girl, cum for me, that's it." He praised, coaxing the orgasm out of you with frantic thrusts of his hips, making sure you were almost crying with ecstacy before he finally spilled his seed inside you, the feeling of releasing all over your walls something he knew he'd be chasing again and again, wanting to stay deep inside you forever.

You could feel the content smile washing over your face as you collapsed onto Eddie's chest, his back landing on the bed again as his hands worked soft warm circles over your skin.

"That was amazing." You signed out absentmindedly, Eddie humming happily in agreement as he kept you held close, enjoying the perfect moment of bliss before he worked up the nerve to ask you on a real date. He let his gaze fall to your satisfied face, before a glimpse of something shimmering caught his eye out the window - turns out it did snow in Hawkins sometimes.

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Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Ten: Pretty Girl Honey

Summary- 7.3k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. Your and Curtis's relationship is growing each day as you both learn who you are to one another. Your past sometimes works its way into your mind and out into the open. Fortunately, Curtis is happy to help you work through it.

Warnings- Sexual content, thigh riding, use of pet names, feelings of doubt, past trauma surfacing.

A/N- Thank you all for reading, commenting, and sharing this series. The love shown to Curtis and Honey has completely stunned me, whenever I hear how simply relatable it is, I want to reach out and give you the biggest hug because you are not alone in those feelings. Thank you so much for being such an incredible and supportive community. Special shout out to @what-is-your-plan-today. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics.

Chapter Nine / Masterlist

You and Curtis fell into a comfortable routine over the next few weeks before Thanksgiving. Beginning of the week you two stayed at your own places, sharing texts throughout the day, and for now, you two managed to go out together at least once a week, which suited you just fine with how much you had going on with the after school drama club that you volunteered for.

So your Friday night you opted for the two of you to stay in to watch a movie, well more like so you could sew costumes while making an offer to have some movie playing in the background if Curtis wanted to watch something. Instead, he let you have the living room for your project without distractions. It was relieving for you, for once your boyfriend didn't need you to prioritize him over anything else, and didn’t make you feel guilty about your projects or grow angry that you chose something over him.

Learning to be in a relationship with Curtis was a real eye-opening experience from your previous one.

For most of the evening, Curtis let you do your thing after making sure the lighting in the living room was plenty for you to sew by, offered to make a quick dinner later, and then went to work on his Camaro in the garage to keep from distracting you.

Later that evening Curtis made sure to pull you away to eat some dinner with him, which on this night he had made egg omelets and toast with a side of fruit salad and yogurt that you had brought with you for the weekend.

During dinner, he was sure to ask about the play, as well as offer to help with the displays, because he could be pretty handy with some tools if you needed the help. The two of you also read over the play together. You found that Curtis had a knack for Shakespeare, including giving you a real show during dinner. Hand to his chest, his tone deepened as he recited.

“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps in this pretty pace from day to day, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools.” He sprang up, grabbing at your hand and pulling you up to a stand with him, pulling you in closer. “The way to dusty death. OUT! OUT, BRIEF CANDLE!” He paused, his brows coming together as he thought. “Shit I forgot the rest.”

You started giggling while glancing at the script. “Life’s but a walking shadow…”

“Oh right! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player. That struts and frets his hour upon the stage.” He wrapped his arms around you, the two of you swaying slowly in the dimly lit kitchen.

“If I knew you were gonna serenade Shakespeare to me, I would have chosen something not quite so dark. Maybe Romeo and Juliet?”

Curtis snorted as he shook his head. “Not Romeo and Juliet, that play pisses me off.”

“It is unsatisfying in the end, not that Macbeth is any better.” You chuckled softly while letting your hands slide along his chest.

“How about you finish working on those costumes and I will clean up? But not too much longer tonight Honey, cause I will be dragging you to bed soon.”

You couldn't help the rush that spiraled through you listening to him, giving a nod while going to tiptoes to press a kiss in thanks and you split away back to your sewing.

You were muttering under your breath a while later while trying to put some thread through the needle when Curtis started making his way through the house after closing the garage down for the night. Turning off the house lights on his way through until he joined you in the living room. “Come on Y/N, let's call it a night?”

“Just… this last…” Your tongue stuck out from the corner of your mouth as you just about went cross-eyed trying to get it to thread. “... one…”

“Mmhm.” He strode in and collected your stuff off the couch into a neat pile for the coffee table. “Didn’t your mama ever tell you that your eyes will stay that way?”

You huffed out in frustration and held your hands out, handing over the thread and needle for him to take and put with the rest of your messy sewing kit. “Would you still like me if I had crossed eyes forever?” He crashed on the couch next to you, his arm circling around you and pulling you to straddle his lap. ”Curtis!” You yelped out in surprise, still shocked once in a while whenever he chose to handle you like you weighed nothing. Something he seemed to take much enjoyment in because as often as you claimed you were too heavy for him to be doing that, he would brush it off and do it twice as much to prove a point.

“Course I would Honey.” He winked at you and slid his hands along your waist, working his hands just under your sweater to find some bare skin. You shivered in delight at the feeling of calloused palms still slightly cool from being out in the garage earlier laying against your skin. “You just about finished those costumes?”

You wriggled to get comfy in his lap, your legs folded in a kneel on each side of his thighs and your eyes started to drift now that you were relaxing for the evening. Your hands slid against his chest, fisting slightly in the fabric of his shirt. “I just got to finish the three witches and I’m done with that part of it. Got till mid-December to get this all pulled together.”

“The kids must be excited?” His hands started to warm up as they started to rub against your back, letting you sink into him a bit more as your body loosened in his hold.

“Very… Mmmh.” You leaned in closer, pulling up his shirt slightly. “Can we finish this in the bedroom Curtis?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He didn’t even give you a chance to move off of him, an arm slipped underneath you and with a push off the couch, he lifted the both of you. You wanted to scold him, tightening your hold around his neck and legs around his waist, but you hid your face in his neck, eyes screwed shut, afraid that the two of you might not make it up to the bedroom on the second floor.

“Don’t you drop me!” You muttered against his shoulder, still hiding your face and making him grunt in a slight laugh as he started up the old wooden stairs, all their old house creaks seeming louder to you.

“Pretty Girl, I would never drop you.”

It wasn’t till he lowered you on the bed, his hand coming up to ease your hold around his neck did you open your eyes and let yourself bounce onto the bed. “You really shouldn’t…” He didn't let you finish when he crawled over you and started to kiss you, muffling your words to turn into a needy hum as you started to pull his shirt off. When you got it mostly up his chest, he pulled up, this time looming over you as he yanked it off and tossed it over his shoulder to land someplace in the bedroom. Leaving his bare chest above you and making you squirm underneath him.

“Not tonight Honey, I’m gonna do what I want, when I want.” He fell back over you, his hands pressed on either side of your head while he hovered in close to you, the only thing between the two of you now was his dangling chain that pooled against your chest and your own shirt that suddenly was too hot to keep on.

Curtis loved seeing you get all shocked, the way your eyes would widen and you would clutch at him while those little protest noises turned into soft little gasps and moans. He kissed you till you quieted your mind in a haze, knowing now that if he let you sit with your thoughts for too long they would eat away at you till you worried yourself out of the mood. It had been a long week, he simply wanted to enjoy being with you as stress free as possible.

You brushed your hand through the hair on his chest, your fingers tangling in the chain as you pulled him closer and let you take your own kiss, rolling underneath him while your thighs spread to let him settle in closer. Making out in heated kisses, he pushed up your shirt enough to see your bra, rubbing a palm against it and giving a firm squeeze so you would arch into him, that hunger he craved in you sparking. “Let me get this off you.” He tugged, having you lift enough for him to discard your shirt in the same manner he had done with his earlier.

How he got so fucking lucky, he really didn't know. You constantly brushed off praises like you didn't deserve them, although he could see that you craved it. When he had you mindless, just giving into that pleasure sensation inside of you, you would freely bask in his praises. With each touch he gave you he thought he had you there. Your eyes were glazed in lust, your body rolling up to press into him while your nails dug into his back, to ground yourself. His fingers danced across your back till he could twist your bra clasp apart and draw it away to release your breasts.

Fuck he loved your tits. You were so sensitive there, every pull from his mouth or flick of tongue had you giving him those sweet noises. Huffs of impatience in wanting more as he sucked a nipple in his mouth, a hand sweeping over his buzzed head and grasping at the back of it to press him closer. A flush of kisses was followed by the scrape of his beard, and that always made you gasp. Every time. The rasp of his beard trailing anywhere on you always had you start begging, pleading for more. Curtis loved it, loved this needy mess in his bed he made you.

Tonight he was sure to mimic it, his chin pressing through your cleavage and twisting to kiss the curve, his other hand cupping the other one while he muttered into your skin, “You have the most perfect tits Honey.”

There was that puff of impatience from you, a glance up through his lashes saw you pushing your head back into the pillows, whining out. “Suck on them Curtis, bite them. I need it.” He sunk his teeth around one perfect nipple to tug, making you cry out and grab at the back of his head. “Yes, it makes me so horny when you play with them.” A light slap made you jolt, rubbing your hips to his for the friction.

“You are so pretty like this Honey, my pretty girl.” He groaned out, his hands sweeping down to your waist to hold you still but it wasn’t needed. You went stiff under him, eerily quiet from the small moans and whines you were doing earlier. It made him lift his head in alarm, looking up at you to where you look closed off from him suddenly, wary. Something changed between the two of you and Curtis refused to continue when you closed off like this. “Y/N?” He lifted himself off you and you were tentatively wary, your touch just barely there on his chest. “Are you okay?” Curtis untangled himself from over you to lay at your side, concern on his face. “I didn't hurt you did I?”

The room turned silent in those seconds he waited for you to answer him, his hand was heavy on the curve of your waist and your gaze went from him to his hand on you. Pretty Girl, you would be such a pretty girl if you didn't have all this weight on you. You could be a pretty girl someday maybe, then I would want you. It ate at you the way that voice was so strong in your mind after so long and of course it had to show up right now. It was your greatest shame and suddenly the small dim light on in the bedroom made you feel so self-conscious that you pulled your arms over your chest to hide from sight. Curtis’s tone was so worried that it made the pit in your stomach heavier as if someone had hit you. It was almost overwhelming how much that one word could knock you completely over. “Yeah I’m fine Curtis, just more tired than I thought I was.” You whispered in the dark. Maybe you could make yourself smaller, curling up slightly so you wouldn't take up so much space. “Sorry, I didn't mean to… Would you be mad if I just went to sleep? I can leave, I probably should go home. I’m sorry.” You could feel yourself starting to ramble, the panic that you messed up settled in your chest, and couldn’t stop yourself.

You went to pull up to search for the few clothes you had gotten out of, but Curtis’s hand grasped your elbow, pulling you gently back to lay down. “We can just sleep Y/N, nothing has to happen. But I don’t want you to go.” He let you go, seemingly unsure of what you wanted, and tried to give you some space. “All your stuff is here for the costumes and you are packed for the weekend. Stay, please.”

He was so genuine that you felt conflicted about what to do, but in the end, you gave a nod and a soft whisper. “Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m tired too.” He tried assuring you while getting up out of the bed. Going into his dresser drawers, he pulled out one of his old shirts, knowing you liked how soft they were, a bit too stretched out after all the times they had been washed and handed it to you. You gratefully took it and slipped into it, stripping out of your pants under the blankets. Curtis just seemed to know that you wanted to be covered because he also found some sleep shorts for you.

“Can you turn all the lights off Curtis?” You asked as you settled back onto the bed and pulled the blanket up. He flicked off the nightlight that he had in the bathroom, leaving the room in almost complete darkness. Having stripped down to boxers, Curtis eased his way back to the bed and stretched out under the blankets next to you. He felt a mile away from you even though you knew he was just inches. You couldn't bring yourself to reach out to touch him. Especially now that you pulled away.

In the darkness of the room, you couldn't even tell if his eyes were open, you felt shielded, able to lick your wounds and push the fears back behind a locked door. “Good night Curtis.” You said so softly it was barely a whisper. He didn't hesitate though. Nothing about Curtis was a whisper.

“Rest easy Y/N.” His hand was gentle as he closed the gap between you two and rubbed at your back soothing.

Curtis laid there most of the night going over what happened in those few moments, trying to recall where he touched you and what he said. He respected your aversion to him kissing anywhere below your breasts, knowing that it was because you were self-conscious, even though he assured you that he loved your softer body. One day he was sure you would be okay with it but he respected that it wasn’t something you were comfortable with for now. You had no problem with him touching you, so it certainly wasn't that. In the dark, he would glance over to see you curled on your side at the edge of the bed like you were trying not to take up any space, but he wanted you in his space, in all of it. His house for the first time felt warm and welcoming again like when his grandparents were here, it felt like home.

Twisting to his side, his fingers traced along the curve of your cheek, still trying to figure it out. All he could remember was telling you how pretty you looked, which was true. In the light spilling from the en suite across the bed, your eyes were full of excitement and lust, your lips parted to give those soft little moans and sighs that turned Curtis hard while he pulled each one from you. Your chest arching into his mouth and hands, your nipples grazing against him for every nerve-ending jolt he could give you, it was like you were all his and he couldn’t get enough of you. In your sleep, you were far more accepting than earlier when you closed off. Muttering in your sleep, you turned into his touch and that made Curtis smile at the sweetness in the gesture. Dropping his arm to your waist, his hand flattened in the small of your back and eased you closer from the edge. You gave a sigh as if you were waking up, but then you turned into him, resettling with your head against his chest and your arm over his stomach like you were hanging on.

Hours later Curtis eased out of bed, knowing that he wasn't going to sleep any longer. You would wake up soon, so far you had been pretty predictable. On Saturdays, you sleep in till about eight, then if you two don't mess around a bit and cuddle, you would go seek out coffee. Sometimes you even brought your coffee back to bed, not ready to leave the small happy bubble you two created in the blankets on the weekend. Curtis made your coffee just how he had seen you make it. A glance at the kitchen clock showed the hour arm nearing eight as he made his way back into the bedroom.

You were just starting to wake up when Curtis set the coffee mug down on the nightstand, seeing you peek out from under the blanket with a sleepy whimper. “Is that coffee?”

“Mmhm, it's still hot so be careful.” He warned as he went around to the other side of the bed and settled in while you pushed up to a seat and wrapped your hands around the warm mug to sip cautiously at it. You rubbed at your face a bit to wake up more and after you set your mug back down, you slipped back down into the blankets, cushioning your head on your pillow. Curtis's hand dropped gently to brush your hair back a bit. “How did you sleep Honey?”

“I always sleep well when I’m here.” You assured him while lifting yourself up a bit to brace against the headboard in a sit and reached for his hand to weave your fingers with his, a show of assurance that you were right where you wanted to be.

“Y/N, I wanted to talk about last night.” He bluntly said, never was one to shy away from what needed to be said. “What happened that made you get all up in your head and pull away?”

You stared down at your joined hands, more so looking at the way Curtis’s seemed to swallow yours in the most supportive way. He gave a light squeeze in support and you could feel your face screw up a bit, your nose wrinkling up in that way it always does when you are feeling a lot at once. “I do have to apologize for that.”

Curtis cleared his throat and a gentle grasp on your chin lifted your gaze up to his. “No, like I said last night, you don't owe me any kind of apology. It's really as simple as if you are not in the mood, then you are not in the mood. That's not at all what I’m concerned about.” He pulled your hand into his lap, trailing his thumb pad over your knuckles. “You looked so shut down and just not enjoying yourself, and I want to know how we can work through that so that doesn’t happen to you. You know that you can be open with me, I want you to be.”

He could see you giving it some thought, working through the night before just as he had in those early morning hours when he couldn't sleep. Curtis kept the gentle caress over your knuckles, willing to wait as long as it took for you to answer.

“It’s the word pretty.” You finally confessed with a sigh, almost like you were ashamed of yourself. Curtis stayed silent to let you further explain. “I-I heard you call me pretty girl and just… this time it just hit differently.” You squeezed at his hand, really trying to ground yourself. “You ever hear this shit in your mind, like telling you that you need to be better, do better.”

Curtis nodded in understanding. “Sure, all of us have something we are just not confident in.”

“Well mine sounds like shit my ex used to say to me.” You could have sworn you felt Curtis tense up a bit. “It was always… You would be so much prettier Y/N if you just lost some weight, tried a little harder on your appearance, and took some pride in yourself. You could be a pretty girl.”

Curtis snorted in disgust. “That man is a fucking asshole.”

You gave a sharp laugh and a slight nod. “That’s one way to put it. He was very stuck on appearances. Whenever we went out, he wanted us to look a certain way. Jake was always trying to help me lose weight. At first, I thought it was because he wanted me to be healthy, you know? Concerned for me, that made it a little easier to handle I guess. It’s nice to think that someone cares so much they want you to stay with them as long as possible.” You continued on and Curtis already hated this guy Jake for making you feel like this. “Then over a year ago it clicked that it was… all this…” Your free hand waved over yourself. “he had issues with.”

“So you left?” Curtis filled it in and you nodded.

“Yeah, I got offered the job at Mason, broke it off with him, and came here. And now you know. I’m still working through so much of it. I didn’t realize how… much he had changed the view I had of myself. Now that we are involved with one another, I'm recognizing more and more how toxic the last five years with him had been.” You looked a bit wary at him, almost like you were nervous about what he was going to say. “I should probably see a therapist.”

“Okay, well first your ex was an asshole. You don’t treat someone you care about like shit which is what he did. Second I think you are sexy as fuck and your body is yours. Do whatever you want and I’m going to support you Y/N. If you want to see a therapist, you should, I’m going to support any decision you make for yourself.”

Your expression started to ease as he continued. “And if saying Pretty Girl upsets you that much, I will do everything I can to not say it, although to me you are. The word for me feels like that sensation I can’t take my hands off you, I just want to love you all over and show you what that word feels like.” Wide-eyed you stared at him in surprise.

“Wait, that's what you think of when you say that? I don’t want you to stop.”

“Well, I don’t want you to freeze up like that Honey.” He countered, tilting his head a bit towards you. “But I have an idea if you want to try something out of your comfort zone.”

“What's that?” You ask curiously and his palm pats his lap, showing you he wanted you to straddle him.

Sucking on your bottom lip while you considered what he was asking, you pulled yourself up to move to your knees, your fingers unweaving from his. “If you don’t like it, all you gotta do is say stop Y/N.” Your gaze lifted and met his, warmth spread through you at his heated glance and you felt the trust there.

Your leg lifted over him to straddle his lap, his hold immediately rests on your wide hips and pulls you in close to him so that you could lean into his chest whenever you wanted to, leaving the space between you two entirely up to you. Your hand instinctively moved to touch him, you loved tracing his various tattoos scattered across his torso. “I’m going to show you, but you just tell me to stop, m’kay?” His hands rubbed up to your waist while you gave a nod.

“I will, promise.” You said, your tone wistful as you continued to explore his taunt muscles that flexed under your touch, down to the small roll of his belly that was covered in soft dark hairs.

When your fingers curled in the band of his boxers, you glanced up at him but Curtis gave a light shake of his head. “Not this time Honey, hands up.” He instructed and it was instinctual that your hands shot up over your head and the tee you were wearing was tugged over your head. As soon as it was gone your hands dropped to cover yourself even though the curtains were pulled to keep the room dim in the early morning hours, still self conscious about him seeing you too closely without clothes on.

His hands were warm when they circled around your wrists, firm as he eased your hands off your body and pulled them to rest them on your thighs. “You can touch me, rub your hands on yourself, but no covering yourself up.” His brow raised at you and you nodded in a quick motion. His gaze fell to your breasts and a calloused yet gentle hand covered one, lifting slightly as he moved his thumb in gentle patterns along the underside curve. His other hand was still at your hip and pressed you against him, making you rock forward slightly. “You gotta straddle a thigh Y/N, pick one.”

Another shift of your legs had you straddling his slightly raised right thigh, giving him the pressure he wanted on your pussy. “Start to move when you're ready.” He nipped back at your neck, dragging his beard against your skin and making your breath hitch, a hand shooting up to cup the side of his cheek, scratching lightly with curled fingers to feel the scratch against your palm.

You could feel the words starting to bubble up, saying that you should be underneath him because you were too heavy. But they died in your chest, your heartbeat picking up with excitement as he worked his way to the top of your breasts. “What are you up to Curtis?” You take a chance on finding out but a deep chuckle answers you instead, brilliant blue eyes taking you in as his hand at your breast gives a slight squeeze while rocking your hip forward once again, dragging you against his muscled thigh, bare up until the boxers he was sporting bunched up from your movements. A shudder raced through you, feeling just how good the stimulating movements were. You felt a spiral of heat race through you causing you to whine out his name and try to hide your face, feeling momentarily doubtful in your actions.

“Keep going Honey, feels s’good right?.” He told you while giving another firm squeeze of his hands. “You feel so fuckin’ good grinding on me. I can feel how wet you are getting.” A nip followed his words while you rocked against his thigh again. “Pressing that pretty little clit against me some more Honey, get yourself off.”

Your hands shoot to his shoulders to steady yourself after your hips seemed to move on their own, giving little bucks when the sensation was too good to control your speed. pressing a bit harder into his thigh this time, your body arching upwards to meet his hands wherever they roamed on you. “So good…” You muttered, his thumb now dragging against your nipple and pulling harshly to tease you. He wasn't lying the night before, he loved your breasts. Dragging his tongue across your nipple while sucking on it made you press faster, dragging your throbbing clit along his tense thigh. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, leveraging yourself higher, faster. Little surprised gasps escaped you while he lifted his mouth from your breasts to claim those noises as his own in a claiming aggressive kiss. You pushed back down to grind into his thick thigh, forgetting all your worries about being too much in his lap. It was all about chasing that feeling, grinding yourself against steady muscles and the slick noises your pussy was making. Your slick starting to build, friction burning you in just the right way.

“Riding so good Honey.” A hand grasped your hip to slow you down a bit, really dragging your cunt along to make you whine out needily. “Just feel that sweet pussy make a mess on me.” He continued, squeezing your breast and bringing his mouth back to you, sucking in your nipple.

“Yeah?” You spat out as you grabbed his head, holding him to your chest while your body took over to get that good feeling building in your stomach and fluttering in your pussy.

“You’re taking this so well Honey.” He muttered against your breasts, tugging from one to the other side, still helping you rock into his thigh with enthusiasm the faster you started to chase that sensation. Your belly felt like it was going to snap, your thighs quivered and your fingers dug in sharply now, making Curtis groan at the pain you caused. “Fuck, that’s it Honey, look at you riding like you want something.”

Your mind was clouded with all the most pleasurable sensations, daring you to chase after that feeling for as long as your legs could hold out. Tilting yourself to just drag your clit against him needing at that hard pressure he was sure to give you. “Curtis I want it.” You started to plead, your head falling back and putting more arch in your hips, his thigh now a mess from your dripping slick and your pussy clenching for more. It was a terrible tease that was tantalizing in the promise of an orgasmic blissed ending.

Curtis lifted away from your bouncing breasts, dragging his thumb against your lips and you sucked onto the pad, whining against his finger with swirls of your tongue. Moving on instinct to chase your pleasure.

Curtis was sure you were so close, the way you rubbed against his thigh, shaking from the exertion of muscles, you were getting sloppy, less controlled. Your body was screaming to release, pleading eyes kept falling to him and he grasped the back of your neck to drag you close, and kissed you hungrily, dragging out a pleading groan from you. When you two broke, Curtis huffed out in a quick demand. “Cum for me pretty girl, you are doing so good, give it to me.”

One of your hands dragged over his shoulder and down his chest till you clutched at his chain, the metal tangling in your fingers and biting into your skin, leveraging yourself to chase that ending. You felt it, it was right there, a couple more grinding pushes against his thigh had you curling to his chest, gasping against his shoulder as the wave crashed through you while your body quivering in his hold, Curtis wrapped you into his arms, rubbing at your back and rocking you slightly. “So good Honey, relax… It's okay I got you.”

You panted lightly and your muscles all burned from moving against his thigh in the manner that you did. You were slightly sweaty, still in a daze as Curtis brushed your hair back, and pressed his mouth to your temple, while whispering how good you were, his good girl. Tilting his head to look down at you, he waited till you pushed off his chest and eased off his thigh to balance back on his lap, catching the last of your breath. “How are you feeling?”

“Good and used.” You giggled softly and blinked at him, your reaction made him smile.

“Just what I was hoping for.” He hugged you and let you cuddle in close to him till you were ready to start the day.

The rest of the week Curtis dropped pretty in different ways. Sometimes he would press the word into your skin like an invisible tattoo when he fucked you so good you would cry. “You look so pretty Honey with those tears.” His hands would rub at your still-shaking body, easing you to relax.

Other times it might be when the two of you were doing your grocery shopping, trying to incorporate more meals together so you would have him pick out a couple of things you could make at your apartment instead of going out. You would be standing at the refrigerated display of vegetables, plucking up bell peppers trying to decide which color to get when he would slip up behind you, his chin tucked on your shoulder. “What's my pretty girl looking for?” Your thighs would tighten in response, recalling all the times he used that word making you orgasm. Your breath would stutter in surprise at the reaction of your body. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.

You would send him a text with a snapshot of your outfit for school that day and his response would be a string of texts about how good you looked, just how pretty and stunning you were, leaving you floating on a cloud the rest of the day.

A couple of days before Thanksgiving found you cutting up those bell peppers when Curtis came over for date night. He brought a bag in with him, which had several changes of clothes that you made room for in your dresser drawer so he could stay overnight, both of you agreeing that at this point instead of leaving at the end of Sunday, they could stay and spend the night, leaving Monday for work from each others house. The next step in the relationship. To be honest you were a little nervous and very excited to have reached this point with Curtis.

“Where do you want these?” He pulled his boots off and shrugged off his jacket while you wiped your hands dry to go around your kitchen counter to greet him.

“I left a drawer open for you to find.”

“Good, I will put them in after.” He pulled you in for an affectionate kiss, making you giggle a bit at his affection.

“After?” You questioned while hanging up his coat in the closet, stuffing his beanie in the pocket so he would find it tomorrow.

“After I said hey to my best girl.” He winked and inhaled deeply. “What have you got cooking?”

“Chicken fajitas. I need to finish them up. You know where the bedroom is.” You winked at him as you left him to take care of his stuff, which he was quick to do as it wasn't much, clothes in the dresser and some toiletries in the bathroom.

He was soon joining you as you started to pull it all together. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Nah, relax. Have a beer. How was work?” You hummed out while working, sensing him brush a hand along your back in passing as he went to do just that. Sighing when he sank into a kitchen chair and cracked open a beer, the fizzy noise of the bottle muffled in his hand as he screwed off the cap.

“Decent, kept on schedule and Gilliam is talking that we might be too busy for our January layoff. Although I was looking forward to the time off. “

“What do you even do when they lay you guys off for the season?” You asked as you slipped it into the oven and joined him. His arm was held out, enticing you to join him in his seat, and nervously you perched on his thigh before he tightened his hold.

“Usually some project that old fixer-upper needs. This year I was going to redo the living room floor. Those old wide-beam floors could be stunning once more if properly stripped down. Course to do that I gotta take everything out of there and pack up the bookshelves so they don't get all dusty.”

You reached for his bottle and sipped from it. “Paint too?”

“Might as well do it all if I’m doing the floors.”

“Well Mister, you are in luck because I am a master painter.I repainted this when I first moved in.” You waved your hand around your tiny apartment and Curtis smirked a bit.

“Oh well fuck how did I get so lucky, how much do you charge?” he joked and you pondered what you wanted to ask for payment.

“You are lucky, I’m cheap.” You swung back to the stove to stir the peppers and chicken before sliding them into the oven to keep warm. “I will do it for free.”

“Free? No no… you must let me do something for your time.” He came up behind you, wrapping you into his arms while you stood at the counter, peeling apart the tortillas needed for the fajitas. “I could…” A kiss on your neck made you giggle when you felt the brush of his bristles against your sensitive neck. “... take you out?.” Another kiss just behind your ear had you sinking back into him. “They have an after-hours slot opening at the aquarium.” And that caused you to ease around, suddenly very interested in what he was saying and not just what he was doing.

“Like one of those nights where you drink wine and enjoy walking around with just adults?”

Curtis gave a nod, a bit of a shy twist of his mouth as his thumbs brushed lightly at the small of your back where your skin dimpled. “Exactly like that. Are you interested in going?”

You nodded enthusiastically and wrapped your arms around his neck, going to your tiptoes to flutter kisses around, finally reaching his lips to really show your enthusiasm. “Absolutely! I would love to do something like that Curtis!”

Clearly, he had picked correctly because your enthusiasm shined all over, even when he slid his hands down to your ass and grasped enough to lift you to perch on the edge of the kitchen counter, bringing the two of you closer to eye level. “I will secure our tickets. It’s happening right after Thanksgiving, so keep your calendar free.”

“Of course, whatever day you pick will work for me, Curtis.” You wrap your legs around him to keep him close to you, running your hands up his chest while your smile grew wider.

“I did good?” He smirked a bit while his fingers traced your sides and settled on the thickness of your hips, where he loved to squeeze just a bit, hold onto you cause you were his girl and he loved how comfortably he could settle in between your thighs.

“Oh very good, I can’t wait to go.” You started to kiss along his jawline and his neck, able to find those little sweet spots of his that made him groan in appreciation. For now, you two were just making out, you would really show him tonight in bed when you rolled him to his back and crawled up between his thighs. You were taking delight in the way you felt him really giving into your direction, the little grunts and groans whenever your tongue pressed to his skin or your lips traced an intoxicating pattern against his neck.

“You keep going like this and I’m going to forget the last thing I needed to ask you.” He confessed another firm squeeze to your hips to let you know that he needed to focus. One last playful bite to his earlobe had you moving back slightly, your fingers playing at the short hairs at the back of his buzzed head.

“We can easily pick this back up later, how about we eat dinner and you can ask me?” You offered him, which Curtis glowered playfully at you, his thumb and forefinger catching your chin.

“Yes but only because it is important, otherwise I would be taking you apart right on this kitchen counter.”

“Kinky bastard.” You scoffed as you loosen your hold on him and pushed him back slightly to slip down and warm up the tortillas while Curtis grabbed plates from the dish drainer and some utensils.

“Only for you.” He winked with a quick nip of a kiss to your cheek and moved to finish the task at hand.

Once it was all set, you two were both making your fajitas the way you liked them and had gotten a few bites in, both of you far hungrier than was known, you wiped some salsa off the corner of your mouth. “So what was this other thing you wanted to ask me?”

Curtis was thoroughly involved in his food, so his eyes sprang up in question at first but then he seemed to remember, going to take a swipe of his beer to cleanse his mouth. “Thanksgiving, did you have any plans?”

“No, I don’t have enough saved up to fly home or the time to drive it. I will be headed back to the classroom to give it a good cleaning before the kids all return back from vacation. Why?”

“Tanya invited us over for the holiday, along with Ella, Sophia, and Grey." He cleared his throat a bit, his voice dropping with less enthusiasm. “She did mention Edgar if we were okay with him coming.. She pulled me aside and demanded I bring you, but I told her I would discuss it with you first.”

Filling another tortilla up with peppers and chicken, Curtis handed over the container of salsa automatically knowing what you would put on them. “If you want me to go, I would love to Curtis. I can call her later to see what I can make.”

He waited while you made yours before making another for himself. “And how do you feel about Edgar being there?”

You picked at your fajita before taking a bite and chewing slowly, giving it some thought. “How do you feel about him being there Curtis? I made my peace with him the other night. I have no issue hanging out with Edgar and getting to know him better.” Of course, you turned it around and Curtis had to figure out how he felt about Edgar being around after Halloween. He hadn’t yet really talked with Edgar about it, things were tense between them at work. Edgar was doing his best to give Curtis space at the train yard. Was Curtis ready for forgiving? “It is up to you Curtis. It wasn’t just me he hurt on Halloween.” You reached across and let your hand rest against his arm. “Seems like Tanya feels the same way.”

“I will talk to her about it, I’m still not sure how I feel.” He admitted and you nodded in understanding.

“Whatever you decide Curtis, I can’t wait to spend Thanksgiving with everyone.”

You could tell by the way his eyes softened and he smiled that it was important to him, that these people were basically his family, and getting to bring you into the mix meant a lot to Curtis.

And you felt the warmth curl through you that you could give him that.

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artsybelle1015 · 1 year

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Cater x Aware!Reader

You decide to confront Cater….

Reader is genderneutral and Yuu.

warnings(!!!): snapping, clear signs of depression and insecurity, angst w/ no comfort, these are headcanons, also not proof read it’s a drabble

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“Heyyy Prefect,” Cater cooed. “How’s Magicam workin’ out?”

Recently, with your new phone, you had just gotten Magicam upon the begging of Cater. He would whine about how much attention you would get as Ramschakle Prefect and how he could tag you in his posts, so you caved in. It was about time you saw how your friends lived when anyways.

With a sigh, you said, “It’s alright, reminds me of my social medias back home.” It did give quite a nostalgic feeling in all fairness.

“Awesomeness~! Let’s take a pic to celebrate this!” he cheered, positioning the camera to take a selfie of you both. “Boom!” Once it was done he began to edit it (mainly himself) his face shifted to a more softer smile, but not one with positive intent.

It almost felt like Cater was smiling because you were right there next to him, as if he would look solemn and apathetic if you ceased from his room. Well, that was how it would go actually, you knew him too well at this point, his real and fake smiles. With all the time you spent together how could you not? But it made you wonder why no one else was seeing what you were seeing…

…an empty shell of a man, blinded by his image and insecurities. Someone who was unsatisfied with his life.

“You’re so quiet, Prefect,” Cater giggled, the dull smile fading since he finished the post.

With hesitation, you finally decided to ask, “Are you okay?”

Cater laughs quickly fell silent, though he still smiled in a forced amusement, like he knew you were onto something. A quick pat to your shoulder was given, like he was brushing it off. “Of course I am! I’m Cay-Cay after all~!”

“You’re lying.” The words just shot out of your mouth, making you feel regretful.

“Oh, you’re so silly,” he teased, going back on his phone, but his shoulders stiffened and body seemed tense, like he wanted this conversation to be done. This only pissed you off due to him ignoring your concern.

Quickly, you rose from his bed that you both had been sitting on. “I don’t appreciate you brushing me off like that! I know there’s something wrong.”

“Prefect…” he awkwardly laughed, hunching over a bit and trying to play it cool(and failing), “what are you talking about..?”

“You know exactly what i’m talking about!” you snapped, all the words you wanted to say coming out in an awful way, but you couldn’t control it anymore. You were so worried about your friend that it came out in enragement. “Those damn fake smiles and pretending to be all cool and hip, you’re not actually that, are you?”

To your surprise, Cater face fell flat, almost dead looking. Standing up as well, he looked to you and in a deep voice said, “Okay, we’re done here, you need to go.” Then, he pointed at the door.

“Cater…”

“Go.”

Quickly you walked out, feeling regretful that your eyes began to water. You pushed it too far, now he probably hated you. There was no helping him anymore. It all hurt, you wish you could turn back time to stop yourself from asking if he was okay. Now, he will continue not to and have no means of distraction other than that damn Magicam.

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Here's a question I'll probably have to sleep with one eye opened for. Rip my poor soul, I know the Varia are gonna hate me for this one 🤣 But I thought it was fun, so *shrugs*

If the Varia members could have any other occupation that isn't mafia based,what would it be? (This question includes everyone *waves at the ocs you have*)

Oh boy is that ever a question, well that's pretty easy for the OCs at least So I'll start with them. For the non-ocs take em with a grain of salt because there's no perfect fit past what they're already in there is going to be HELL with them either way.

Vittorio is the absolute easiest, assuming a weapons manufacturer is off the table because while that can exist outside of the mafia, that is very similar to what they are already. But any sort of mechanical work would be a job they'd love.

Silenziatore is a bit not quite what you'd expect. See Silen absolutely loves animals, even tries to play with the box animals when their owners aren't around. He's decently good with people and if it paid decently well he'd be pretty okay with working at a pet shop or even a pet groomers. You're not supposed to try and cuddle the animals at the zoo even as a zoo keeper so it's probably best he doesn't work there however.

Nascosta Okay that's a doozy, there's actually a lot of jobs they could work if they weren't so ready to beat the shit out of people for slights. But they absolutely love attention, both for their strength and looks as well as showing the fuck off, are a fantastic actor and fighter, so the logical conclusion? They'd make an amazing wrestling heel. Not the immediately thought until you remember they need to be as physically strong as the people they mimic and they sure are able to mimic the other varia executives. They are hiding muscles with their mist flames.

Tyr is really funny, especially since I actually ended up with an au recently with it, because it's out of left field. See no job except the one he currently has would every work out for him so he'd be deeply unsatisfied in everything. So he'd actively seek out a job he absolutely hated but was good enough at to keep, because he's the type of person if he can't be happy he may as well be downright miserable. So he'd end up in a library, working in a quiet little place, shelving books dealing with people, so on. It's a jarring sight for sure, but he at least does a good job

Now onto the Canons, again the easiest to place first:

Honestly I think the Levi could thrive in any work environment, he is constantly early, always on top of things, his only issue is he's sometimes a little clumsy and can occasionally get lost without some sort of guiding system, like in the drama cds. Of course I don't think he'd like an office job and probably needs something more physical as with most of Varia honestly. He's probably do a good job in a more government position having to deliver documents and things.

Mammon literally anything that handles money and gets paid a lot, fuck they could probably just be an accountant, or maybe run a fucking insurance firm you KNOW they would get so much out of that. Life insurance? you know it. Good god would they bleed you out. I think that's too much power to give.

Lussuria's pretty straightforward too, I mean in his little interview section he was apparently the youngest body building champion, he could easily go back to those sorts of championships if he wanted, or maybe some sort of modeling career. He has some good options for sure. there's also another potential depending on how much medical knowledge you believe Lussuria to have, he could potentially be a pathologist.

Squalo, ohhh Squalo, see I have, funny answers for these ones and more serious ones. Though with his tolerance which while yes he's constantly being pissed off he's also just. constantly being prodded by his co-workers he probably could make it in anything literally less stressful than the current job he has. But regardless, with his sword skills, either competition wise(he really could be an Olympic level fencer if his dumb ass would like be satisfied with not killing his opponent), or teaching wise are potentials. I did have a really funny au where Squalo lost his memories and ended up working at an aquarium, mostly taking care of the sharks.

Now Xanxus and Bel, oh god these two. Buddy, buddy I don't think they can HAVE jobs outside of the Varia. Do they have some form of skills that can be used in other jobs? absolutely. Can they tolerate/take orders from other people? absolutely the fuck NOT. The best you can do with Xanxus is stick him in SOME sort of leadership role where he won't be bothered and pray to god he doesn't come and kill you anyway. Bel? Dear lird. I don't even think you can do THAT.

He needs to have some level of respect for the people above him and unless you're a violent fuck like Xanxus is that sure isn't happening. He may be a prince but I don't even think he's anywhere fit to be in the position of a leader.(I know Rasiel would agree with me there). Those two are best fit right where they are and honestly it's doing the world a favour by keeping them there.

Edit: Upon further consideration if we consider freelance an option, Bel could likely work as an Ice sculptor with his skills and thanks to being able to be choosy once he gets as a popular option he'd be able to do what commissions he thinks are cool.

#ask answered #khr #khr headcanons #khr ocs #long post #levi a than #mammon | viper #belphegor #xanxus #superbi squalo #lussuria

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tobiasdrake · 6 months

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Oh, and then we have to deal with the fallout of the bad motive.

So, that First Blood Perk. Obviously the game wasn't going to let that actually be a thing, because it would deprive us of a core feature of the games: the Class Trial.

Honestly, I might have more respect for the game's whole "Rise up against Danganronpa itself!" thing if they had. If they actually let the killer claim the First Blood Perk and walk. Fuck you, no fun Class Trial will be had here!

That would be aggravating. But it would be aggravating in a way that feels truly resonant with the game's ultimate goal of tearing down Danganronpa brick by brick. The game is later going to say that the fandom is part of the problem and appeal to them to become part of the solution. So. Yeah. It does piss you off that we never got to play the fun trial game, doesn't it? Maybe you should think about that.

(Though I still wouldn't want the killer to actually be Kaede, especially with the crime scene clearly showing that she couldn't have done it. I'm not actually that impressed by "Your PC is the Blackened" after we already did "Your PC is the Mastermind" one game ago.)

But no. You knew they were going to cop out. I knew they were going to cop out. Despite insisting repeatedly at the end that they are making an unsatisfying Danganronpa experience on purpose, they are still trying to do that as a satisfying Danganronpa experience so they wouldn't dare deprive us of such an important feature.

So how do they cop out? Is it because the killer themselves don't know they're the killer and thus can't claim the perk? Could it be that the killer wants to weaponize the Killing Game to kill us all, like Hina and Nagito have tried in the past?

Nope. The killer decides she wants to get caught and die so that Shuichi can develop and grow as a character. That's it. That's the reason.

This is how Kodaka, recognizing that what he's about to do is a pretty shitty thing to do to an audience that he's spent time getting hyped for this character, tries to grease the wheels. It's not technically a Fridging because she wanted to die! She chose to sacrifice herself on the altar of Shuichi's growth! She climbed into the refrigerator and slit her own throat! That was her choice! So you can't be mad about it! She had complete agency over the reduction of her character to a footnote in the real protagonist Shuichi's personal journey! I didn't do it! SHE did it!

Whether these are valid reasons that make it Okay, Actually or if they're just overcompensating paper-thin excuses to justify an incredibly mean-spirited prank, that's up to you. I think you know where I fall on that dichotomy.

What's especially weird about the First Blood Perk is that it makes sense in retrospect. Trying to cancel the Class Trial makes perfect sense as something Tsumugi might do to conceal her own involvement in Rantaro's death and role as the true culprit. But it was offered well before any plans for killing were ever even a teensy-tiny thought in the back of anyone's minds.

So either Tsumugi is secretly an omniscient 4-D chess predictive grandmaster who knows every single thought that will ever pass through the minds of every single person in every single second of every single day only pretending to be an incompetent hack, or this was pure serendipitous coincidence. Something that seems complex and compelling but is actually a hollow, vacuous shell devoid of any real meaning.

Which is true? Eh, whichever you want to be true. The game's actually proud of itself for never committing to its own story, so there is no actual truth behind anything that happens. Even the reality show stuff ends on "But what if THAT was another lie and the REAL REAL real plot has never been revealed!? I'M SO CLEVER."

"This seems meaningful but actually it doesn't really fit quite right and in fact it might just be clever-sounding nonsense the more I think about it" is basically V3 in a nutshell.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #revisiting drv3

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here, kitty, kitty ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy had always been the kinky one in their relationship, but there are some things that even she's too nervous to bring into the bedroom. Fortunately for her, Natsu is too nosey to let it slip by him, and he's too good of a boyfriend to let his Lucy go unsatisfied. warnings: nsfw ao3

Lucy didn’t keep secrets from Natsu. He was her partner in every aspect of the word, and she had committed to sharing herself with him for the rest of her life. She trusted him with anything, and there was nothing that she wouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with him.

Well, sort of, anyway.

Natsu knew she had sex toys; that wasn’t a secret. He’d used them on her frequently enough, but what he didn’t know was the extent of her collection. Typically, her toys were reserved for solo play on lonely nights when her partner was otherwise too busy to fulfil her needs, which made it easier to hide her more unconventional items from him.

He knew about her hot pink dildo and a vibrator or two, but her cat-tail butt plug was her little secret, reserved for nights like these where she liked to indulge herself.

She watched the white faux fur swish around in the mirror as she turned around to get a better look at it.

It had been a novelty purchase she had made while looking for a new vibrator when the motor in hers burned out. Lucy certainly wasn’t opposed to the idea of trying anal, and the cute, fluffy tail was a cute addition to something she was already interested in; she just had no idea how into it she would have been until she used it for the first time.

Her hands ran up and down her body, from her thighs, over her hips, and up her waist until they came to rest on her breasts, before giving her ass a slight wiggle to make the tail swish behind her.

In a weird way, seeing it hang from between her legs made her feel kind of sexy.

This was her naughty little secret, locked away from prying eyes, just for her own indulgence.

Her hand slipped between her thighs, finger brushing over her clit, making her shudder with pleasure, her pussy already dripping wet with arousal. She was almost certain that Natsu would be turned on merely by how aroused wearing her little tail got her, but it wasn’t something that she was sure she felt comfortable telling him about. It didn’t matter that he was balls deep in her almost every night; it was still embarrassing sharing her naughty fetishes with him, especially when they were a little more… unconventional than most.

Lucy was content to keep this one to herself; their sex life was already incredibly kinky with Natsu willing to indulge her in just about anything her heart so desired, so there was no reason she had to add this little kink into the mix when things were already great between them. It was just there to add a little bit of spice to her alone time—nothing more than that.

Lucy let out a soft hum of contentment as she flicked through the pages of her book, Natsu’s arms lazily wrapped around her waist as she sat comfortably in his lap.

"Off," he murmured, giving her a light tap on her thigh as he tried to coax her off his lap. "Gotta take a whazz."

"I wish you wouldn’t say it like that," Lucy grumbled back, shifting off of him and back onto the couch.

"Alright, fine," he said as he walked towards the bathroom. "I’m gonna take a piss."

"That’s worse!" She yelled out, only to be met with the slamming of the bathroom door.

With a roll of her eyes, Lucy slumped back onto the couch cushions before trying to turn her attention back to her book. Just as she was about to get lost back in the pages, panic began to set in as she recalled how she had left her toys out to dry on a towel in the bathroom. She clutched her book, and her heart began to race at the thought of being found out, only for her nerves to settle when she remembered that it was just Natsu in there, who had seen them plenty of times before. However, those nerves kicked straight back in when she recalled that her beloved tail, which she had been trying so hard to hide from her partner, was amongst them.

Lucy bolted from her spot on her couch to the bathroom, not bothering to think how suspicious it may have looked for her to burst in while her partner was in there, but he had done the same to her so many times before that she thought at least he wouldn’t think to question her weird behaviour too much.

Before she could even reach for the handle, however, the door opened right in front of her, revealing her boyfriend, who held a familiar toy with its fluffy white tail dangling down from his grip.

"When were ya gonna tell me about this one, Lucy?" Natsu teased, moving his hand slightly to let the fur sway around for emphasis.

"I-"

She stood with her mouth agape, at a complete loss for words now that she had been caught red-handed.

"Why do you always have to snoop around in my stuff!" She cried out, trying to distract from his question, knowing that he would be unhappy with her answer.

"I wasn’t snooping! You left it right where I could see it!" He defended, and she knew he was right, but she was so ashamed by the whole scenario that she needed to find any reason to place the blame elsewhere. "C’mon, why didn’t you tell me you had this?"

"Because… Because it’s embarrassing!" Lucy blurted out, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.

"What? No it’s not," Natsu replied, a little confused by how his Lucy, the one who was responsible for most of their kinks in the bedroom, was embarrassed by something he considered to be pretty tame. "I think it’s cute."

She knew that was going to be his reaction, but that didn’t stop the shame that was beginning to creep through her. She was almost certain that she was beet red all the way to her ears at this point.

"I don’t know about cute…" Lucy murmured

"Well, if it’s not cute, then it’s sexy," he replied, his tone much more relaxed and nonchalant than hers was. "Can ya wear it for me next time?" He asked, flashing her those big, pleading eyes that he knew tugged at her heartstrings in a bid to convince her. "Please?"

There was no denying that the idea of being on her hands and knees, ass up in the air as she wiggled her tail invitingly for him, turned her on. The more she thought about it, the hornier she got. She rubbed her thighs together, trying to get rid of the delicious heat that was beginning to pool between them, though the friction only served to get her body even more excited.

"Fine..." she caved, figuring there was no point in trying to be bashful or deny it any longer.

"You’re the best, Lucy. Have I ever told ya that?" He said, with a very, very eager grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she grumbled, still a little mortified by the whole situation. "Hurry up before I change my mind."

"Now?" He asked, slightly taken aback by how quickly she had caved in to his pleading.

"Y-Yes, now!" Lucy replied, realising that he never explicitly stated that it had to be right now but being too embarrassed to go back on her word. With the wetness beginning to form in her panties, she wasn’t sure ‘next time’ would have been too far away anyway.

Lucy sat on her bed, completely nude, as she watched Natsu fiddle with the cap of the bottle of lube before dispensing plenty of it on the tip of the toy. Once he was satisfied with the amount, he flicked the lid shut, tossing the tube aside, not particularly caring where it landed.

His gaze expectantly flicked up to her, and she drew in a long breath, preparing herself for the fact that this really was about to happen.

"It’s easiest if you put it in like this," she told him as she moved from her comfortable position, sat on her bed, and bent over, leaving her completely exposed for him.

Natsu dragged the lubed tip over her asshole, eliciting a soft hiss from Lucy at the cool feeling of the steel plug touching her warm body, before he slowly pushed it in. There was a little resistance at first, and he hesitated for a moment, worried that he might have been hurting her.

"Keep going," she said, not wanting to draw their foreplay out longer than it needed to be when she was already this pent up.

At her demands, he pushed in further, and it easily slipped in, her body taking the widest part of it effortlessly, making her feel just a tad embarrassed by just how easy her body could take it in now. Now there was no evidence left of the plug; it simply looked like the tail sprouted from her body.

"Does it feel good?"

"Yeah, it does," she contently sighed, unable to hide the lewd pleasure it provided her.

It was pretty small, nowhere near Natsu’s size, but it still stretched her tight hole enough that she felt completely full, and it made her wonder just how good it would feel to have him inside her hole. The thought of it made her unconsciously wiggle her ass in anticipation.

Turning to look over her shoulder, Lucy was ready to beg him to hurry up if she had to, but it seemed that her partner was way ahead of her, already having shed his jacket and pants, leaving him only in his boxers, where she saw the very obvious tent that he was pitching in them.

"How long have you had this?" He asked, running his hand across the soft fur, inadvertently pressing it against her soaked pussy, making her shudder at the contact.

"A while," she admitted, not wanting to reveal just how long it had been in her possession.

Honestly, considering how nosey he was, Lucy was surprised that she had managed to keep her secret for this long.

His hands roamed across her ass, and she sucked in a breath of anticipation, ready to feel him stretch her out nice and good as he rutted into her like she was a poor little cat in heat, desperate to be bred, but she paused when she felt his hands move up her back to rest on her hair.

One began to run down her hair while the other found purchase behind her ear, gently scratching her scalp.

"What are you doing?" She asked, lowering herself back down so she was sitting on the bed and looking over her shoulder at him.

"You’re supposed to be a cat," he said. "Cats like being pet."

"I guess…" Lucy murmured, understanding his reasoning, supposing that it wasn’t any weirder than the rest of what was going on.

Admittedly she kind of liked the way his hands felt running up and down her hair, petting her like a little kitty cat. Initially, the tail was just for aesthetic purposes, but with the way he was beginning to treat her like a pet, she couldn’t help but feel she could really get into this.

She loved the way Natsu wasn’t afraid to be rough with her, but this soft, tender attention was nice. No one but her got to see this side of him, and it made her feel just that little more special. Natsu always took care of her, so she figured it was only appropriate that she felt so comfortable playing the part of his pet.

One hand moved from her hair to rest gently on her cheek, and she was more than happy to lean into his touch, turning her head to nuzzle her nose into his palm. She whined a little when she felt him take his hand away, only to be filled with excitement when she glanced over at him and saw him shedding his boxers. Eager to take him quickly, she resumed her position, bent over on her hands and knees to offer herself up to him.

Holding the tail out of the way with one hand, he lined himself up with her with the other. With how horny she was, it was no surprise when he was able to slip right in, filling her completely.

It wasn’t often that they did it in this position, with Natsu much preferring to be able to see her face while he fucked her, relishing in all the sexy expressions she made and the way her tits bounced with each movement when he rutted up into her. Not that she could complain about it; Natsu knew how to make her feel good no matter what position they were in, but there was something about doing it doggy style that got Lucy particularly excited. Maybe it was how he could just get that much deeper inside her, or maybe it was the chance to show off her ass—an underrated asset of hers, in her opinion. Whatever it was, she was always excited whenever Natsu indulged her in it, and tonight he was more than willing.

Natsu let out a groan as he fully sheathed himself inside of her and felt the butt plug pressing against his length. He hadn’t really expected her to feel any different from usual, but he could certainly feel the resistance the plug provided, making her feel even tighter than usual.

Gripping her hips and letting her tail fall to the side, he wasted no time in pulling himself out before thrusting himself deep inside of her, trying to elicit every moan and mewl he could get out of her. Taking her from behind, he was able to reach the deepest spot inside her, hitting just the right angle that made her writhe and sob.

His hand held her hips with a bruising grip, one that would surely, at the very least, leave nail marks on her skin in the morning. He pulled her onto his cock to meet his every thrust, appreciating the way her soft, supple skin spilled through his fingers before he took note of something else he could occupy his hands with.

Letting his hands drop from her hips, he took hold of the fluffy white tail, holding it with a firm grip, before tugging on it to pull her ass back and fill her pussy up. With each pull, she could feel it beginning to slip out only to feel it sink back in as he thrust into her, and she was beginning to worry at this point that he would pull it out altogether.

"Stop pulling on it…" Lucy murmured, her face still flushed with embarrassment that she had given into his whims.

"Only if you meow like a kitty," he teased, his grip still firm on her tail to let her know he was being serious.

"Natsuuuu…" she whined.

That stupid plug was meant to stay between her and her mirror, but of course Natsu had to go get his grubby little hands on it and beg her to wear it while he fucked her. The worst part was how turned on the whole scenario made her. She was Natsu’s little sex kitty, and she liked it.

"C’mon, do it for me," he followed up, giving it another tug to egg her on.

"M-meow! Meow!"

"Good kitty," he purred, letting go of her bushy little tail to run a hand through her hair. "Who’s my good kitty?"

"M-me! I’m your good kitty!" She cried out, completely and utterly turned on by his praise.

Hearing her eager agreement made his dick twitch inside of her, prompting him to pull her onto his cock with a rough fervour that made her moan out in absolute ecstasy.

"Shit Lucy, I knew you were a pervert, but this is somethin’ else," he grunted as he rutted into her. "Gettin’ so wet and turned on by being my little kitty. Wish you’d share your naughty kinks like this with me more."

He could have been fucking her like this the whole time, treating her like his good little kitty, if she hadn’t been so stupidly ashamed of the whole idea. Natsu really held no shame when it came to even the most unconventional kinks, and he was always ready to go along with whatever fantasy she wanted to play out, didn’t matter if she wanted to be a sexy librarian or a cute little kitty cat. It was Lucy’s shame that complicated things, considering she was usually the one to bring new kinks and fetishes to the table. Not that she felt that Natsu would ever judge her for it, but the idea of anyone else knowing that she enjoyed playing the role of a sex kitty as he rammed into her from behind was absolutely mortifying.

It was too late to dwell on it now though, with her partner already buried deep inside of her, one hand resting on her ass while the other happily played with the tail, twisting it around his fingers while he fucked her.

"Harder! Please!" Lucy begged, feeling his pace begin to slow as his attention was taken by playing with her tail.

The response to her pleas was instant, as he increased his speed and pounded deep inside of her. Her arms gave out beneath her, sending her torso crashing down to the mattress. Her body was only held up by Natsu’s firm grip on her hips as he pulled them onto his cock. She turned her head to the side, looking over her shoulder to meet Natsu’s gaze, only to see his eyes hazed over with lust, his mind clearly only filled with the thoughts of filling her up nice and good, indulging her in her naughtiest fantasies, and making her cum on his cock so hard she cried. In that moment, she could understand why he liked to see her face during sex. He looked so sexy like that, determined to pleasure his pet in whatever way he could.

She wasn’t given much time to think much longer on it when she felt him ram deep inside of her once more, angled at just the perfect position to hit her right where he knew it felt the best.

"Oh God! N-Na-ah-tsuuu~" She sobbed, clambering to grasp at the sheets for some sort of grip on reality.

"Good kitty," he repeated, praising her pleasured moans that came like music to his ears.

"Nghaaaahhhh~ Meowww~" Lucy mewled in response, more eager this time, every ounce of shame having long since been washed away.

"Geez, you’re really into this, aren’t you?" Natsu asked between grunts, knowing that she had to have been interested to some extent to own the tail in the first place, but being completely taken aback at how quickly she had taken to her role.

"S-Shut up!" She spat back, unable to deny it but not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being right.

"I like it," Natsu purred. "You should be my kitty more," he teased, giving her tail another tug and eliciting a soft squeak from her.

Lucy buried her face in the pillow to try to hide the blush that was threatening to form once more. If he was going to fuck her and praise her like this, maybe she would be his kitty more.

His hands dropped from her hips to the mattress, caging her in as she felt his chest press against her back. It took all her strength to keep her ass up for him rather than just succumbing to the mind-numbing pleasure that he was providing her and collapsing straight onto the mattress.

"Oh- Oh God-! Aa~aaahhh~ Natsu~!" She managed to sob, her voice muffled by the pillow her face was shoved into.

"Good kitty," he growled into her ear, his warm breath brushing over the shell of it and making her entire body shudder.

Hearing his praise was just what she needed to send her rushing over the edge of pleasure. Her entire body convulsed under his, her pussy tightly clenched around his cock, ready to milk everything out of it and feel it breed her like the good little kitty she was.

He could feel her reaching her peak and increased his pace, ramming into her like a wild animal, determined to fuck her through her blissful orgasm.

She turned her head to the side to try let him know how good he was making her feel, but all she could manage were a few pathetic mewls and pants as he abused her g-spot over and over again until she couldn’t take it any longer. A high-pitched wail left her lips as the string attaching her to reality snapped and her vision went white. All she could feel was pure, unadulterated, orgasmic pleasure washing over her body in waves.

She vaguely felt his lips press against her shoulder blade as he pulled out of her, letting her lower body flop onto the mattress, before his cum began to leak out of her into a puddle on the sheets. He wasted no time in joining her, flopping down on the pillow beside her.

When she finally managed to roll on her side and pry her eyes open, she was met with that goofy smile of his that never seemed to cease, even when he had just relentlessly pounded her into the bed and finished deep inside of her.

His hand snaked around her back before resting on the back of her head and pulling her lips to meet his in a kiss that she happily reciprocated.

"I meant what I said, by the way," he murmured once she pulled away.

Lucy blinked dumbly at him for a moment, not recalling what on earth he was talking about.

"What did you say?" She asked, still giving him a blank stare as she tried to figure out what he had said.

"That I want you to tell me all your dirty kinks," he replied.

"I do! Sort of…" She trailed off. "I don’t know, I just thought the cat tail was a little out there…"

"Out there would be if you like, wanted me to suck your toes or somethin’." Natsu shrugged. "Wanting to act like a cat during sex is pretty tame."

"I- I never said I wanted to act like a cat! You bought that into this!" She accused, not wanting to take credit for her incredibly perverted behaviour.

"Yeah, but you were pretty into it," he smirked, before he was on top of her once more, pinning her hands above her head.

"N-Natsu!" She shrieked before being cut off by his lips being slanted over hers.

"I like the cat thing better when you’re sober," he teased once he pulled away. "This time, I’m gonna make you purr like a kitty cat."

Before she had a chance to protest, his mouth was on hers once more, and she began to realise their kitty escapades wouldn’t end there.

Maybe letting her secret slip wasn’t so bad after all.

#nalu #fan fiction #fanfiction #mya writes things

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moki-dokie · 6 days

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I'm..... torn on that Shogun ending. it was VERY satisfying in a VERY unconventional way that i appreciate the more i sit on it. but i was left very unsatisfied with other elements of the story that i think they could have done just a hair better with.

one, i would have liked a little more indication of how much time had passed between events. i legit have no fucking idea how long anything took except the overarching story itself. there definitely wasn't enough time spent on some important bits nor enough time for the audience to really sit with and absorb some of the more powerful moments. i was left wanting so much more in that regard, and had a very hard time being emotionally invested in the things i should have been.

secondly, the romance was just eh. i think it was well done, especially in the context of this time period, but again the lack of time spent on people and in certain moments really hindered that. i need to read the book tbh i'm sure there's so many little things throughout it we simply didn't get to see. but there just weren't enough.... influential moments between them to sell there was more than a bit of lust and fondness. and then when the big moments did happen that were meant to sell it, i couldn't buy into it. idk how to explain it other than nearly the entirety of the show it felt very shallow and more like they had a crush on each other and then ep 9 comes in with a wrecking ball of some hella deep emotion and love out of nowhere. i can tell they meant to build them up for that particular moment to hit as hard as it was intended but it just completely missed the mark for me. but, again, i think that ties into the way time was handled and not so much the way the romance itself was.

I'd have liked just a TINY bit more action. Just a smidge. a crumb more. and not even necessarily in the sense of fighting. A scene of anjin being a clumsy but serious oaf trying to learn how to use his katana properly after that scene with yabu and buntaro for example, would have been great. hell, get mariko in on it to correct his form and turn up the heat between them a little more. sure, her weapon is a naginata but she's still know the basics he doesn't. and it bothered me immensely he was never shown to be WTF about her being a Very Skilled Fighter when, yknow, european women are not, at all. Or, idk, let this master pilot of ships actually have more chances to show off his skills they talk up for the duration of the show. idk, there just needed to be like two or three more small scenes of something else happening.

for all the ways lady ochiba was built up, she ended up being such a letdown and boring as hell. they could have cut about 80% of her screentime and still had the same outcome honestly. i saw that ending twist coming the minute she accepted the proposal but the whole damn time i was expecting her to have her own cunning agenda and games to play. but nope she's just. there. serving looks.

and then there's mariko. i haaaaaaaaaaaaaate the trope she ended up being in with such a burning passion. dear god do i hate a classic fridging. the only redeemable part of it is that it was, essentially, what she wanted. that said, i don't think it could have been pulled off any other way since she was based on her real life counterpart. buuuuut, then they go an skip her funeral entirely??? yeah now that pissed me off something bad. it's one thing to fridge the girl but then just brush past it like nothing was just an unacceptable way to have handled that. I'm also miffed to find out she was supposed to be much more toranaga's advisor than what she was in the show. why the choice to downgrade her to just a translator?? why do such a vitally important character who carried the story such a disservice? idk man, THAT alone almost ruined it for me. it was just poorly handled. period.

BUT, as a whole? beautiful and amazing and fun and very very intriguing. I think the rather anticlimactic ending is kind of gorgeous in a strange way. and the weeaboo nerd in me enjoyed the fucking hell out all the meticulous attention to accuracy. I'll probably rewatch it a few times just to watch things in the background and admire all the detail they put into everything lmao i think it's definitely worth the watch even with my disappointments. i really hope we get some cut scenes released too cause i'm sure there's a hell of a lot that didn't make it in the show.

#shogun #shogun spoilers

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seducemefanficsandheadcanons · 3 months

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Can you do one where Sam and MC have feelings for each other and MC accidentally blurts it out during an argument then they smooch. It can be sfw or nsfw, I don't care.

This one took me a bit, so I hope you enjoy it. I also put it on my Wattpad.

TWs are possible angst, foul language, and kissing.

Of all the brothers, Sam was the one which I had the most complex relationship with. Him and I spent a lot of time together, sometimes to give him energy and sometimes just to enjoy each other's company. He is incredibly attractive and makes my heart feel mushy, so I was always willing to kiss him. I really loved liked him. A lot. Sometimes I would get lost in my thoughts, thinking of the unlikely scenario where we kiss because he reciprocated my feelings, not because he was injured or hungry. I knew he wasn't using me, but I still longed for more.

Over the last few weeks, Sam had been on edge. He spent the last two weeks constantly avoiding me. It hurt; I can't lie. But I couldn't expect or ask him for any different, that would be selfish of me. right? "No, you have every right to be confused." Damien said, closing my bedroom door behind him.

I sighed as he sat next to me, fidgeting with my hands. "I just don't understand why I feel this way." I said, almost whispering.

"You love him." He said, confident in his sentence.

I looked up at him, seeing his slight smile. "No, it's not like that."

"Your thoughts seem to disagree." He stated again, still lacking any uncertainty.

I nodded, looking back down to my hands. Before I could ask for advice, Damien cut me off before leaving my room. "Just go talk to him, he may be able to give some insight."

A few hours went by of me sitting in the same spot, not even moving to eat or drink. I just sat there, staring at nothing but the patterns of the wallpaper. A knock on the door broke me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

The door opened to reveal Sam, who seemed very obviously distant. "Hey, dinners ready." He said, pushing his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

I nodded, but before he could leave, I called his name. "What's up?" He asked, turning back around to face me.

I sighed before standing to walk towards him, shutting the door. I wanted to handle this responsibly, rationally, but instead my emotions flew out all at once in the form of anger. I took a breath to sooth myself before speaking, making eye contact. "Why have you been acting weird?" I asked, unsatisfied with the trembling my voice.

He raised an eyebrow and crossing his arms. "What are you talking about?"

"Sam, you've been blatantly avoiding me! You think I didn't notice?" I responded, failing to keep myself calm.

He furrowed his eyebrows at my outburst. "What the hell are you talki-"

"Don't sit here and play stupid Sam! You know damn well what I'm talking about!" I yelled.

"NO, I DON'T" He yelled back.

"When's the last time we had an actual conversation?" I inquired, anger and desperation seeping through my voice. "If you don't want to, that's fine! But I need to know why. what the hell did I do to piss you off?" Tears started to form in my eyes, but I wouldn't dare to let them escape.

His gaze softened slightly while he stared at my outburst. I couldn't help it, I needed to know what I did. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, refusing to make eye contact. "It's complicated."

"Complicated?" I asked, trying to calm myself.

He nodded, making eye contact again. "I just don't want you to think I'm using you." He said, obviously pushing down emotions.

I furrowed my brows, trying to understand what he meant. "I never thought you were Sam, but did you really think avoiding me was the best way to do that?" I asked, almost yelling again.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I-I I don't know man, I didn't think you'd care." He retorted, raising his voice again.

"OF COURSE I CARE" I shouted, getting slightly closer.

"WHY?"

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU" I shouted, not even thinking. Regret hit me like a wave, I just confessed my love for Sam. Sam, who had literally been avoiding me for two weeks. Sam, an incubus who I'd never be good enough for. I wanted to leave the room, to yell, cry, anything. But I froze in place, staring into Sam's eyes. I almost missed the blush on his cheeks.

Finally, I grew the courage to speak and averted my gaze. "I'm sorry, this was-"

"I love you too." He calmly interrupted. I looked back up to him, suddenly realizing how close we were standing to each other. "What...?"

"I said, I love you." He repeated, breathing slightly heavy.

Before I could question him, he placed a hand on my cheek and closed the distance between our lips. I gasped before hesitantly wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt no energy drain, no enthrallment. Just the feeling of his lips against mine and the warmth in my chest.

#seduce me the otome #seducemeotome #seducemetheotome #seduce me sam

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sassycheesecake · 2 years

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A/N: Hello people, this is my first time trying to write something and I got three more One Shots I am currently working on, different than this one. The ‘Truth or Drink’ game belongs to the YouTube Channel ‘CUT’ but the dialogue is completely made up by yours truly :p. I had so much fun writing this and Osamu’s child story is actually based on a real story my husband once told me about.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!<3 PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK! AND DO NOT TRANSLATE WITH INTEND TO COPY MY WORK!!!

genre: fluff

warnings: drinking, cursing, the miya twins being the miya twins, mentions of sex

words: 1776 (the year when the Independence in US was signed, what a coincidence)

Truth or drink with my twin (Atsumu Miya xf!Reader)

Soft orchestral music plays in the background as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Osamu Miya each take a seat at the table that’s been set up with Tequila and two shot glasses. Between the both of them is a stack of cards which they have to read out.

Director: Who are you guys and what are you doing here today?

You both look at the camera and introduce yourselves.

Y/N: ,,My name is (Y/N).’’

Osamu: ,,Name’s Osamu Miya.’’

Y/N: ,,I am here because my boyfriend’’- you point towards Atsumu sitting on the couch, watching the both of you with a smirk on his face -,,invited me here today to meet his twin’’.

Osamu: ,,And I am here cuz my brother was almost begging me to come here to participate in this game.’’

Atsumu yells in the background ‘That is SO not true!’ making the crew members laugh.

Cameraman: Is this your guys’ first time meeting each other?

Both: ,,Yup.’’

Crew Member: All right let’s get this started!

You turn back towards Osamu to face him.

Y/N: ,,You wanna start off with a shot?’’

Osamu: ,,Yeah, let’s do this.’’

You both clink your shot glasses together as you down the shots.

Director: Let’s start with the first question.

You grab the first card from the deck.

Y/N: ,,What were your first thoughts, when you heard that your brother was dating me?’’

Osamu sends a mischievous look towards Atsumu and quickly looks back at you.

Osamu: ,,Well to be honest, at first I pitied you for dating such a scrub like him but after seeing his lovesick smile on his face and talking about you nonstop, almost making my ears bleed, I was happy for him. Yer seem to make him really happy and I am glad ya can deal with his antics. You have a lot of patience. Hell, I’d even say yer tolerance towards him is a lot bigger than mine.’’

You laugh a little and a quiet ‘Awww’ comes out of your mouth.

Osamu grabs the next card from the deck.

Osamu: ,,How often-Oh God. Ya might wanna take a shot on this one.’’ You give him a weird look and tilt your head a little bit.

Director: What’s it say?

Osamu inhales deeply through his nose and rubs his hand over his face.

Osamu: ,,How often do you guys have sex?’’ After hearing that question, your face turns red with embarrassment. You hide your face behind your hands and groan loudly, making the crewmembers and Atsumu laugh.

Atsumu: ,,More than ya know! I’d say at least 5-6 times a week! That’s a lot more than ya will ever get in yer life!’’

Y/N: ,,I swear y'all trying to get me drunk.’’ You grab the Tequila bottle and pour yourself a shot, dumping it down quickly.

Osamu grabs the next card and reads the first words and gives the camera a deadpan look.

Osamu: ,,On a scale of one to ten-Who the hell comes up with these questions?! How good is my brother in bed? Give details.’’

You stare wide eyed at Osamu and you feel yourself choking on your words.

Osamu: ,,Please take the shot, I really don’t want to know.’’

You’re about to grab the bottle when one of the crew members halts your movements.

Crew member: C’mon this game is no fun if Y/N doesn’t answer that.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah c’mon babe, don’t be shy. Spill the details.’’ You just give him a pissed look.

Atsumu laughs at your annoyed expression.

Y/N: ,,Alright, ehm.. I guess I have to say he never leaves me unsatisfied. And he always has the energy for like 2-3 sounds. That’s all I am gonna say.’’

Osamu has his elbow on the table and rests his head on his hand while giving you a winced expression.

Osamu: ,,Gosh you guys are fucking up my life right now. I hope yer happy.’’ Osamu fills his shot glass with Tequila and drinks it down, hoping to forget this whole day.

You grab the next card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,What’s the most embarrassing story that you remember of Atsumu as a child?’’

Osamu tilts his head and his gaze wanders to the ceiling, looking deep in thought.

Osamu: ,,I remember this one time our family went out for dinner one night. Tsumu and I were about 9 years old. Tsum was falling asleep at the table and I told him just to lay down if he is so tired. So that idiot actually fell asleep underneath the table. As we were getting ready to leave, I just looked at Tsum and said to our parents that he would already be waiting in the car. I think mum was a little bit drunk, so she was just going along with what I said. All of us left the restaurant and we drove back for a little bit. All of sudden mum’s phone rang and it was the restaurant. They said that Tsum was underneath the table when they were cleaning up. I swear Ma had a heart attack and she just looked back in her seat and she saw that only I was in the back. In the end, I got grounded and Tsumu didn’t talk to me for a whole week.’’

You just stare at Osamu with an open mouth as you process his words. The crewmembers are laughing hysterically before you burst out laughing as well.

Atsumu looks at Osamu with a frown and pouts.

Atsumu: ,,Yeah and I am still pissed about that with ya. How can ya do that? Especially to ya own flesh n’ blood?’’ While putting a hand on his chest to give off a dramatic gesture.

Osamu and you both look at Atsumu, while Osamu gives him a disinterested look and you are still trying to contain your laughter, almost tearing up.

Osamu: ,,Yer had it coming, ya ate all of my candy that I hid in one of my drawers from ya.’’

Atsumu: ,,Because ya never share anything with me in the first place!’’

Osamu: ,,Excuse me? I had to share a bedroom AND a bathroom with you for 19 freaking years! As if that isn’t punishment enough.’’

The twins continue to bicker back and forth and you just watch with an amused smile. You look into the camera with a sheepish smile and breathe out a small sigh.

Y/N: ,,This could take a while. Sorry about that.’’

Director: Oh don’t worry about it.

The director claps his hands a few times to gain the twins’ attention back to the game. They stop bickering and stick out their tongues towards each other. Osamu turns back to you and combs his hand through his hair and breathes deeply to calm himself down.

Osamu: ,,Sorry ‘bout that.’’

Y/N: ,,Oh don’t worry about it, it was very entertaining.’’ You give him a smile that he returns.

Crew member: Alright movin’ on. Read the next card, Osamu.

Osamu grabs a new card from the deck and drinks a little bit from the orange juice glass that is placed next to him. He clears his throat and reads it out.

Osamu: ,,Who do you think is better looking? Me or Tsum-Tsum?’’ He gives you a flirty smile and poses a little bit in his seat.

Y/N: ,,Well I mean considering you two are twins I’d say both of you look good the same amount. But I am a loyal soul so I am gonna stick with Tsumie.’’

Osamu nods in understanding and gestures for you to take a new card.

You read over it and slam it down on the table startling Osamu. You immediately reach for Osamu’s shot glass and pour him some Tequila.

Osamu: ,,Ya haven’t even read the question out loud. Go on, can’t be worse than knowing now how long Tsumu lasts in bed.’’ Osamu still takes the shot glass from your hand and starts drinking it just as you read out the next question.

Y/N: ,,Would you ever have a threesome with me and your brother?’’

Osamu spits out the drink and starts coughing violently. You stand up and pat him on his back, trying to get him out of his coughing fit.

Osamu: ,,Goodness no fucking way! I mean, don’t get me wrong you’re very pretty but hell no!’’ Osamu exclaims loudly while trying to breathe.

The crew members are laughing at Osamu’s outburst.

Atsumu doesn’t look too thrilled with his twin brother’s response in calling you very pretty but he doesn’t want to start another fiasco. Then again, he really couldn’t care less since it’s his name you scream almost every night.

Crew member: Osamu would you ever consider dating Y/N if Atsumu wasn’t?

Osamu turns to the camera and then looks Atsumu dead in the eye. Atsumu is mouthing to him ‘Don’t’ while shaking his head. But Osamu is not scared of Atsumu. You tense up and pray to the Gods that Osamu chooses the right answer. What you hear next though, is not what you expected.

Osamu: ,,I’d say yeah, she is my type but I wouldn’t interfere in their relationship cuz she makes him happy and if he makes her happy too, that’s all I care about. If you do ever break up though, ya know where to find me.’’ Osamu winks at you making you blush a little bit at his flirtatious attempts.

Atsumu sends a death glare into his brother’s direction.

Atsumu: ,,Watch it.’’

Osamu: ,,Relax bro, I'm just kiddin’ ‘’

Director: Alright guys last question.

You grab the last card and read it out.

Y/N: ,,Do you think I am good enough for you brother?’’

Osamu pours himself another shot before answering.

Osamu: ,,To be honest, I think you’re TOO good for him. You’re very nice, smart and you seem like a good person. Unlike him cuz he’s a rude asshole. If he ever does treat you like shit though call me or Ma, we’ll beat him up for ya.‘’

You giggle at his comment and thank him for the offer.

Atsumu: ,,Babe don’t gang up on me! I thought ya loved me!’’

You glance at him and send a kiss towards his direction while giving him a wink, that always makes his heart beat faster.

Y/N: ,,Don’t worry baby, you know I’ll always love ya no matter what. You and me forever right?’’

Atsumu gives you a lovesick smile while Osamu almost gags at the sight.

Atsumu: ,,I love ya too baby and yup it’s me and you forever.’’

The whole crew awws at your loving exchange.

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squeiky · 2 years

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Opinions and feedback anyone?

Made a Silver redesign as well as some concepts for hyper/super Amy and Espio. Asking for feedback on their designs :>

Starting with silver, I went with a more realistic apocalypse design. I'm planning on making some casual time-travelly outfit for silver that isn't apocalyptic, but this is the best I can think of. I also made his Silver coating cover in some soot. His apocalypse is fire-based, so a gas mask and burnt/ sooty clothing made sense to me.

Also, if anyone asks, "why does silver have thigh-highs?" I don't know it just looks nice on him.

Any ideas for apocalyptic(or futuristic!) Like cothing/outfits for silver? I want him to look a little more like he's been living in this fire hell for awhile, instead of looking like a confused vistior.

And the small bonuses of Amy and Espio:

For espio, I couldn't think of a way to make him "more ninja-like" ,this was the best I could do with changing his clothing completely. If there's any ideas to give him a bit more feeling of stealth in his attire then I'm taking it!

Tbh Espio's design is pretty good on its own, and I don't want to loose the original silhouette of the og design..

I mightve been too careful, but I edited the shoes a bit, changed his gloves and gave him a mask. Its not much, as he's already pretty well desgined.

The shoes for the most part aren't really shoes, its just socks n sandals which some cool leg bracelet things. It's a softer and flexible material, so to give the illusion that he's very quiet when moving around. And I'm thinking of making the bracelet around his wrist look more like it's holding weapons than the lego-brick look it has. (I still like the desgin either way, it's just the Lego bricks that throw me off.)

Amy concept art. Fluffier dress, long quills, and a chained double hammer.

She is the strongest (and easiest/satisfying to play) character in this form due to her hammers.

I'm thinking of having her hammers be able to combine forming one giant double headed hammer.

But alas it's still a concept.

Ideas for her colors too? Since I hate the fact the "piss yellow" super form colors.. not saying it couldn't work though. (Mabye gradient? Who knows)

Feedback /ideas for character desgin would be usefull! I'm a bit unsatisfied with their desgin, so I'm asking for help.

#character desgin #character designing #espio the chameleon #silver the hedgehog #amy rose #amy the hedgehog #rosey the rascal #sonic characters #asking for feedback #camomiletae art

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treehousesinfrance · 1 year

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Love Leaves Traces - Chapter 2

The start of the new school year always surprised Sirius. It was as if the Summer holidays dulled the edges of the year before, leaving only the happy memories of staying up late talking in the dorm and playing quidditch with James. These memories he had fixated on to get through his Summer. Peter’s laughter and James’ hugs and Remus’ freckles. Thinking about it all made him feel like he was staring straight into the sun. Almost painful with its brightness.

Now that school was back, all of these things remained, but there was also work. And Sirius was tired. He doesn’t know how Remus does it. He seemed to always be in the library, always on top of his work, always prepared. It was an impossible standard to live up to.

He arrived late to class, clothes sticky with sweat because the stairs decided to change their pattern. James turned around in his seat and waved him over, a sort of grimace on his face.

“Mr Black. You seem to be in the habit of arriving late to my class.” The divination teacher didn’t even turn around from writing on the board. Sirius strode to his seat next to James and sat down.

“Sorry Professor. The stairs-”, he let out a breath, clutching his chest dramatically.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

Sirius promptly slumped his head into his arms. Divination was a useless subject unless you were a seer, which practically no one was. The only reason he was in this class was because James had convinced him to join. Something about easy marks. Utter nonsense.

“Mr Black.” He sat up, eyeing the professor warily.

“How would you like to demonstrate?”

He looked up to James, pleading. He only shook his head, biting back a smile. The professor settled in front of Sirius looking into his eyes.

“I want you to take a deep breath for me.”

He did. Looking anywhere but his professor.

“OK, now look into my eyes.” Sirius did, squinting slightly. The professor seemed to be looking through him, past his eyes to something deeper. They hummed quietly and reached out to touch Sirius’ arm, tracing their forefinger down his forearm. He recoiled slightly at the touch. He felt invaded somehow. He didn’t even know what the professor was trying to do. He’d missed the first part of the lesson.

“Interesting.”

Sirius gulped. “Interesting?”

They retreated and Sirius let out a breath, rubbing the spot on his arm the professor had touched.

“Mr Black, you have very powerful radiating magical energy.” They looked at Sirius as if waiting for an explanation. Unsatisfied, they continued, “That in itself isn’t strange, but this energy isn’t entirely yours. It seems to be intertwined with another.”

He and James shared a look of confusion and bewilderment.

“I’ve never seen it before. The technique I used is how we see a person’s magical signature. Yours, Sirius, is present and dominant. I cannot quite place where the other originates.” They looked at Sirius for another moment, before continuing on with the lesson.

“James, I told you that class was utter bollocks.” Sirius dropped his books on his bed, and James did the same.

“D’you think they do that to someone every year? ‘Oh, I’ve never seen this before. You have two magical signatures. How unusual.’” He dragged out the last word, dissolving into a fit of laughter.

“Your face Sirius. You were so confused.” James threw his head over a pillow to catch his giggles.

“Did you see the way they looked at me? Thought I was going to pass out, and the creepy hand tracing? What was that?”

James lifted his head to look up at him. “Maybe they were trying it on with you.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Sirius promptly thwacked him with a pillow.

“Piss off.”

“You’re an attractive guy. Can’t say I’d blame them.”

“Well, at least you’re right about something. Come on. We’re going to miss lunch.”

“Hey, Remus? You wouldn’t by any chance want to read over my Charms essay, would you?”

They were sitting on opposite ends of the couch in the common room, Sirius scribbling on parchment balanced on his Transfiguration text, Remus reading.

“And why would I want to do that?”, Remus said, not looking away from his book.

“Oh come onnnnnn”. Sirius crawled over to him, planting himself at his feet. He batted his eyelashes and gave him his best Sirius Black smile.

Remus put his book down defeatedly, taking the parchment from Sirius’s hands.

“I’ll be needing chocolate.”

Sirius jumped to his feet and practically skipped up the stairs, rifling through his trunk to find a box of Belgian truffles. He held them in the air triumphantly but felt slightly embarrassed that no one was there and he was just by himself getting excited about chocolate. They were Remus’ favourite. Nothing you could find in Diagon Alley. He’d bought them over the holidays and tucked them in his trunk for the day he might need them.

He trotted down the stairs to see Remus engrossed in his paper. His long fingers were wrapped around a quill, scratching quietly as he made corrections. His hands looked soft, and for a moment Sirius wondered what it might feel like to take them in his own and hold them. Finding himself jealous of a quill, he strode forward.

“Tu as de belles mains.” Sirius placed the chocolates on the armrest by Remus, whose cheeks were flushed from the fire and was determinedly reading the parchment.

It was always fun to talk to Remus in French. He could tease him or compliment him without fear of repercussions. He was always oblivious to anything he was saying. It was oddly freeing, being able to say exactly what he was thinking without having to worry about what it actually meant.

Remus gasped, reaching out to gently pick up the chocolates.

“Sirius. Where did you get these?” He looked at him incredulously.

“They were in my trunk”, Sirius had started to read the blurb of the book Remus was reading, “Picked them up over the holidays. Knew you liked them.”

He met Remus’ gaze and couldn’t help but smile. He was practically radiating joy, beaming at Sirius, holding the chocolates tight to his chest like they were precious.

“Yeah. They’re my favourite.”

“I know.”

They sat there smiling at each other for a moment too long. Sirius looked away, coughing awkwardly.

“So the essay, how is it?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. It’s good. I made some corrections on the sides. Your formatting’s a little off though. I would swap over paragraphs two and four so it makes more sense.”

Sirius nodded as he took back the parchment.

“OK Rem. I’ll do that.” He looked up at him, “Merci.”

Remus’ ears perked up when he smiled. Sirius found it oddly endearing.

Sirius knew the full moon was coming. And Remus knew the full moon was coming, but Remus didn’t know that Sirius knew the full moon was coming. He didn’t know any of them knew and Sirius was feeling very guilty.

Remus wasn’t eating though. That definitely meant something was wrong. The great hall was filled with students, happily chatting over shepherd's pie and Remus was poking at his with his fork.

“Not hungry?”

“Nah.”

Peter looked up from his plate. “You ok Remus? You’re always hungry.”

“I just don’t really feel like it right now.”

“Maybe you’re getting sick”, James suggested.

Remus put a spoon in his mouth and smiled around it, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Satisfied, they all went back to their conversation.

“I think we can beat Ravenclaw in this game.”

Remus dropped his head to his plate, “Ughhhh. I can’t stand any more quidditch talk.”

Peter looked at him with bright eyes, still shoving mashed potato in his mouth, “You know, you might enjoy it if you learned the rules or how to fly. We could teach you.”

“That really doesn’t sound safe.”

“We would be amazing teachers. What do you mean?”

“Close your mouth when you’re eating, Sirius.”

Sirius snapped his mouth shut.

“We have more pressing matters to discuss”, Remus said, “the Hogsmead weekend is coming up and we have exactly zero plans.”

Peter choked a little on his pumpkin juice. “Well, actually guys… I kind of - have a date, so I can’t go with you guys.”

“You have a date!?” James' voice carried far further than their group but he didn’t seem to notice. “Our little Petey is growing up! Who is she? Do we know her? Where are you going to take her? Oh, Merlin, what are you going to wear?”

Peter looked relieved his friends weren’t mad.

“James mate, calm down. You’re more excited about this than he is. Go on Pete, what’s her name?”

He looked over towards the Ravenclaw table, making eye contact with a sweet girl from their potions class. She smiled back at him warmly.

Remus turned to Peter, “Béatrice. You’re going out with Béatrice?”

“Yeah”, he was really smiling now, “I asked her the other day. Didn’t think she’d say yes you know? Just thought I’d give it a shot and if she said no then that was that but she didn’t. She said yes and now we’re going together.”

“Mate, that's brilliant.” Remus slapped him on the back so hard he fell forward a little, still beaming.

Preparations for the Hogsmead trip were significantly more intense than previous ones. James had taken it upon himself to plan Peter’s date to a T. He chose his clothes, styled his hair, and told him what to say which was sweet, but Peter seemed to be getting more and more nervous the more advice James gave.

Sirius was writing his shopping list. He’d seen Lily putting on her eyeliner and decided it was fundamentally important that he’d buy his own. He’d also snapped his quills accidentally and only had one left so some of those too. He’d have to pop in and see Rosmerta. It was known she would sell Hogwarts students firewhiskey as long as they didn’t ask too many questions.

“I’m feeling kind of tired, guys. I might sit this one out.” Remus really did look tired.

James stopped fiddling with Peter’s buttons. “Are you sure? Just because Pete won’t be with us, doesn’t mean we won’t have fun.”

“It’s ok. I really am tired, and I have some study to catch up on anyway.”

The full moon was only a couple of days away and Sirius could tell James was concerned.

“Do you want us to stay with you then? Keep you company?”

“No really. It’s ok. I don’t want you guys to miss out. It’ll be good actually. Don’t get much quiet around here.”

So, instead of the four of them making their way to Hogsmeade as usual, it was just James and Sirius, walking in time. It had been a while since they were able to hang out alone with the added stress of extra classes and quidditch this year.

“So, where to first?” Sirius asked, “We could go straight to Honeydukes to stock up, or we could use the cloak and sit in on Peter’s date. Ooh! Or we could go to Quality Quidditch Supplies. I need new broom polish.”

“I wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts. See if they have any more information on the animagus transformation. Everything we’ve read so far has been pretty vague. All we know for certain is if we mess it up, we’re screwed.”

“We could always ask McGonnigal. You know, subtly.”

“She knows us too well. She’d know we’re up to something. Let’s just give it a look, ok?”

The bell jingled as they stepped through the door, the familiar scent of parchment filling their noses. They had only ever been there when Remus dragged them in. It felt strange to be there without him in fact, and Sirius felt a little sad he was missing it. James set off to the transfiguration section on a mission, but Sirius hung back.

He strolled over to the section Remus always hung around, reading a small sign that said ‘Muggle Literature’. He found it very strange they were selling these here. He’d never noticed anyone at Hogwarts reading anything muggle, other than Remus of course.

“Can I help you with anything, dear?”

Sirius jumped at the voice. A frail-looking witch was watching him with interested eyes.

“Oh. I’m just having a look. My friend always looks at this section, but he couldn’t make it to Hogsmeade today.”

She frowned slightly, “Well”, she said gesturing to a small pile of books, “We just got these ones in recently. Perhaps your friend would like them.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at the witch before she pottered away.

He ran his hands over the spines of the books, his eyes snagging on one he recognised. He’d seen Remus reading it a lot. Knowing him, he’d reread it over and over and Sirius was curious about something that could hold his attention like that.

If Remus liked it, it surely must be good, and he was meaning to get into reading anyway. He grabbed the book and went off in search of James. He found him in a deserted aisle, a stack of thick books resting on a small table by him as he was studiously flicking through the pages of one with a thick maroon cover.

“You’re not planning on reading all of those, are you?”

James looked up, with a look in his eyes Sirius recognised from quidditch. Even though there was no one around, he whispered.

“Sirius. According to this one, at some point when we’re doing the incantation in the morning and night, we’ll start to feel a second heartbeat. Have you felt that?”

“... no”

“And we need to feel that heartbeat before the storm. Then we drink the potion and Sirius, apparently, it’s really painful. And that’s if we get it right. It just says if we get it wrong that’s very bad but it doesn’t actually say what goes wrong. Sirius, what if it goes wrong?”

Sirius strode over to him, taking the book from his shaking hands, “You’re panicking. It’s ok. That’s why we’ve researched. Everything has gone fine so far. We know what we’re doing. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. None of us do.”

“But Remus-”

“-will understand. It’s dangerous. We can stop right now if-”

“No. I’m doing it. That’s why we’re researching, right?”

Sirius nodded along, “Exactly. Just take a deep breath, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah ok.”

James went to work, putting all the books back.

“You’re not buying them?”

James shook his head. “No. We’re going to be unregistered animagus. If they have any reason to believe we’re even trying this, we could be arrested. I’ve read everything we need. What’s that?”

“Hm? Oh. It’s a book.”

“I can see that, Sirius. Since when did you start reading?”

“Umm, today?”

He purchased the book, gaining a very pleased look from the witch at checkout and he and James went about their day at Hogsmeade, purchasing everything on Sirius’ list and filling up on burgers and butterbeer. James found Lily at Honeydukes and attempted to offer her peppermint toads, somehow accidentally insulting her in the process. Sirius gave Mary an apologetic smile as she ushered Lily onto the street.

They walked back to the castle in comfortable silence, with full stomachs and full bags. They found Remus asleep by the fire in the common room, drowning in a massive jumper, surrounded by an assortment of pillows. James delicately placed a throw over him and Sirius marvelled at how he snuggled into it.

Peter was nowhere to be found.

The moon was awful. Remus was away ‘tending to his sick mother’ and Sirius was exhausted, thanks to the stress of not being able to do anything to help his friend. There still hadn’t been an electrical storm and he was getting tired of keeping secrets from him.

He stood, once again at the bathroom mirror, looking at the glowy marks on his skin, wondering if he would wake up to more in the morning, as he often did after a full moon. Fully dressed, he went back into the dorm.

“It’s sundown boys.”

They all did it together this time.

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.” They stayed silent for a while, thinking about what it all meant. Before long, Sirius could hear the comforting noise of Peter’s snores and James’ breathing was soft and low. As nervous as he was for Remus, exhaustion finally took over, tugging at something within him, telling him to sleep.

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