#evan peters fan fiction

[dead-air-radio]

Men who are cut up <33

[yes-divine-ruler]

okay so hear me out. fem!reader tied and gagged to an office chair, knees to her shoulders, spread wide. kai has been edging her for at least an hour for a webcam show (fingers, mouth, toys). she is creaming, crying, whimpering. kai won’t let her cum unless the guys watching the webcam show pay up. and when they do, he finally fucks her brains out and lets her cum.

Cam Girl - Kai Anderson

x fem!reader

cw: sex toys, edging, overstimulation, sex, webcam stuff

this request has been driving me crazy n I finally wrote it <3

You sat, front and centre, in the perfect view of your webcam. With heavy-lidded eyes, you could barely find the energy to watch what was happening on the screen in front of you. Your knees pressed hard against your shoulders, applying pressure just short of pain. Thick, heavy rope bound your legs open, exposing your dripping core to anyone who wanted to see it. Tape secured your tired body to the office chair that was already sticky and soaking from the hours you’d been sat on it.

Kai had disappeared for only a moment. A moment that was long enough to get your breath back. When he returned by your side, he let out a low whistle in disappointment. You knew that reaction. You knew that meant that you’d be stuck there for longer. Kai had spent the evening stimulating you to the edge. You didn’t know who was watching, or how much money you’d racked up. You were only a prop in Kai’s cam show; the cam show that funded his great cause.

“Steve! You sick fuck,” Kai laughed as he took off a black, latex glove to scroll through the pinging comments, “you know an extra grand will get you want you want.”

You just wanted to spit out the ball gag that was strapped to your mouth and scream. Your desperate gaze searched for Kai’s, and when it found his, Kai only shot you a small smirk.

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you baby?” All you could do was nod your head in response. Kai exhales a berated sigh, and reaches for the paddle on his desk. Oh god, please no - your insistent nodding quickly turned to a vigorous head shake. You were on the brink of passing out and more torture only meant you’d be further from reaching your climax.

“I can’t let you cum until Steve or, Alan Blayne, pays up,” Kai hunches over the desktop, continuing to read their comments, “oh? You do want me to spank her little, raw cunt?”

You cry from behind the gag, shaking your head harder to protest. The computer continues to ping as tips and messages come through, similar to a round of applause.

“It’s what they want baby,” Kai says to you cooly, positioning the paddle over your swollen clit, “are you gonna be a good girl for me and sit still?”

Regardless of how you were feeling, you knew that you’d have to obey. Nodding your head sullenly, you brace yourself for the first hit from the paddle.

“Good girl,” Kai growls, before he strikes your sore cunt with the head of the sex toy. Your eyes squeeze closed as you try to overcome the sting. Your cunt oozes arousal, making a greater mess of the office chair. Kai sinks a single digit into your weeping cunt, and your eyes shoot open in surprise.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Kai chuckles, reaching out and caressing your tear soaked cheek with the back of his hand.

Boisterous ringing, a like to dropping a stack of coins sound from the speakers. You exhale a breath of relief through your nose.

“Fuck yeah,” Kai bites his lip as his reaches for the hitachi on the desk, “looks like my our little bunny gets to cum tonight.”

Your core aches with anticipation as Kai clicks on the vibrator. The only thought you could muster was that you were finally going to be able to cum. Bracing yourself with excitement, you plead with Kai with your eyes.

“Not long now baby, you must be so desperate,” Kai drinks in your appearance. He wasn’t going to be letting you off after this, he needed to sink his cock into your begging cunt just to see how it felt. An easy extra grand for him.

Kai positions the head of the vibrator over your clit, hard. The vibrations surge through your core, tipping you closer to the edge faster than you thought.

“That’s it. Right there, isn’t it? You’re gonna cum so soon aren’t you?” Kai’s gloved fingers dip back into your cunt, digging into your swollen sweet spot with an expert curl of his long fingers.

Your head tilts back as the remainder of energy drains from you, stopping you from keeping it up right. His fingers work inside you fast, and complimented by the fast vibrations, the coil in your belly snaps.

“Let go bunny, cum,” Kai finger-fucks you until you’re screaming, muffled to Kai’s and the viewers’ advantage by the gag. Waves of ecstasy billow through your exhausted body, as it convulses in time with the intense vibrations.

Kai chucks the vibrator to the side and slips off his pants and boxers. Hovering above you, he spits on his rock-hard cock and drives it towards your oversensitive cunt. His palms rest on the insides of your thighs as he bottoms out seamlessly inside you, filling you to the brink with his entire length.

“Ohh fuck,” Kai seethes between grit teeth, as he ruts his hips into yours. The tears continue to stream down your face as you toss fiercely within your tight constraints.

“Gonna fill that pretty, sensitive pussy up with my cum okay? Holy shit, you’re so fucking wet, you’re soaking my cock right now.” Kai spreads your legs impossibly wider with his force, stuffing his cock deeper inside you with every unforgiving thrust.

You continue to sob as the fire in your belly overwhelms you, letting you know you’re going to cum again. The ringing from the desktop and the lewd squelching sounds of your pussy fill your ears as your body gives in to another orgasm.

“Good fucking girl, that’s another orgasm for me,” Kai bites at your exposed shoulder. His balls slap against your skin from how hard he’s driving into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming,” Kai groans as he empties his load inside you, filling you to the brink with the cum he’d been saving for you for hours.

He pulls out of your cunt with a wet pop, turning to the desktop and leaving you moving in and out of consciousness.

“That’s almost four grand tonight. See you next week, suckers!”

Kai turns off his computer. He turns to you and works fast to untie the rope and rip off the tape. It felt so good when you finally got to sit up and close your shaking legs. The ball gag was last to go, but not without dripping spit down your chest.

“My bunny, my little sex toy,” Kai cups your face and litters it with kisses. You wearily smile at him, ready to shower and go to bed. You both got what you wanted.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he coos, scooping you up in his arms, “time to hit the shower.”

[spookievan]

wannabe mrs.walker <3

[chaimilkshake]

Carving Pumpkins - Peter Maximoff x reader

summary: exactly what it sounds like 🧡

word count: 483

warnings: none!

a/n: shorter but still cute imo, but let me know what you think!!

Fall was your and your boyfriend’s favorite season. Falling leaves, apple picking, and most importantly, pumpkin carving. Sitting on your back deck, music playing, and carving pumpkins was by far the highlight of the season.

You had just returned from the pumpkin patch, Peter insisting on carrying both of the heavy pumpkins from the car. You held the door for him, letting him set them outside while you went to search for the carving tools.

You opened the junk drawer, finding the scooper. Before you could move to grab the carving knives, Peter appeared behind you, arms snaking around your waist. “I love doing this with you, y’know?” He hums, chin on your shoulder?

“Yeah? Why’s that?” You hum, placing your hands on top of his.

“It’s just nice. Slowing down for a while and enjoying time with you,” he explains, eyes closing as he tucks into your neck.

The two of you stand there like that for a moment, just taking in each others’ presence, before you pull away. “Let’s carve some pumpkins, yeah?” You ask, kissing the tip of his nose.

He makes quick work, literally, of gathering the carving knives, bringing them outside to set up. “Knives, scooper, Sharpie for drawing. Missing anything?” He asks, hands on his hips as he looks at you.

You hum in thought. “Bowl for the seeds?” As soon as the words leave your mouth, a big, plastic, blue bowl is set in your hands. “Well, I think we’re set,” you laugh, moving to sit on the ground by your pumpkin.

You were always the more artsy of the two of you, but Peter always tried. He never rage quit activities like this, even if the product was looking horrendous. So, while you carved a beautiful image into your pumpkin, Peter had his tongue stuck out in concentration, making careful lines with his Sharpie.

After a good twenty minutes, he sat up straight. “Ha! Awesome!” He exclaimed, turning the pumpkin for you to see. A crooked, somehow simultaneously sharp and rounded lightning bolt drawn in sharpie stared back at you, causing you to laugh. “Aw, come on, it’s not that bad!” Peter said, although he knew exactly how bad it looked, a playful smile spread across his face.

“It’s…definitely something,” you reply after your fit of giggles. “I’m kidding. It’s beautiful,” you hum, leaning in to share a brief kiss before returning to your own pumpkin.

Now, every time someone strolls past your porch decorated with two pumpkins, one carefully constructed and one a bit more abstract, they would see a perfect representation of the artists behind them.

[booboodaddysblog]

If you want something… you will have it…

Warnings: smut, violence, unprotected sex, Julian's character portrayed based on my guesses

Words: 5145

Amanda ate breakfast and scrolling Instagram. She chewed her oatmeal with a sigh every time she touched phone screen. Last night was in her thoughts all the time. Julian Dillinger... yes... messed with her head.

- No, I can't think of him - she said to herself while shaking her head negatively - it was a mistake. Yes, it was a mistake.

She got up from the table to put the dirty dish in the dishwasher. She started the coffee maker and sighed again. She reached into the cabinet and pulled out a cup. The day promised to be boring... as usual, anyway.

Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. She froze listening.

With a slow step, she approached the door and pressed her ear to the cool wood. Again someone knocked, this time harder and more impatiently.

- Open up! - he knocked - I know you're there! - slammed his fist on the door.

Amanda looked fearfully at the door frame and saw that the plaster had cracked slightly from the insistent attempts of the stranger to get inside.

Knocking, or rather banging on her door, however, was not enough for him. He started ringing the doorbell. This, too, was not part of a gentle attempt to get inside.

He held the doorbell button uninterrupted. Amanda plugged her ears with her hands and finally looked through the peephole. She saw a hooded figure. She could not see his face. She was terrified and confused. She had no idea who could be tormenting her at such an early hour. It was bloody 6am!

As the persistent knocking and ringing continued unabated, Amanda's heart beat fast from a mixture of fear and anticipation. Suddenly she guessed who it might be. She expected that Julian Dillinger might be looking for her, but the speed with which he got her address and arrived at her door surprised her.

Taking a deep breath, Amanda slowly unlocked the door and opened it, preparing for the coming confrontation.

- What do you want and how did you get my address? - she said with a serious face.

Julian pushed open the door and stepped inside. Amanda almost fell over.

Amanda's eyes widened in shock when she saw Julian Dillinger standing before her, his imposing figure filling her doorway. The audacity with which he invaded her sanctuary sent a shiver down her spine, making her shake off the sudden invasion of her privacy. Squeezing the edge of the door for support, she muttered again a question tinged with fear and anger.

- What do you want and how did you get my address?

Her voice trembled with every word, reflecting the turbulent emotions swirling inside her. Unfazed by Amanda's hostility, Julian walked past her, his gaze never wavering.

When he entered her home without invitation, he offered her a self-satisfied smile that froze her to the bone.

- Well... - he replied nonchalantly, gesturing vaguely behind him, as if the means by which he had obtained this information were insignificant compared to his present purpose - that is irrelevant now - he shrugged his shoulders.

She stepped back and asked again.

- What do you want from me, Julian?

Amanda's voice trembled as she repeated her question, and her words were interrupted by the quiet clatter of her heels against the wooden floor. Despite her fear, she stood firm, unwilling to give way to the intruder.

He raised an eyebrow at her stubbornness, his expression unreadable under the shadow of hooded eyes. He walked further into the room, seemingly unconcerned with her agitation.

- I just came to claim what is mine - he replied coolly, with a hint of threat in his words.

His gaze stopped on her figure, assessing her with an intensity that made goosebumps appear on her skin. She felt a shudder and trembled.

- You belong to me, Amanda.

- I belong to anyone, Julian!

Amanda's defiant retort echoed around the room, bouncing off the walls and resounding in Julian's ears. His lips twisted in a mocking smile as he dismissed her protests with a dismissive wave of his hand.

- Your protests are pointless - he said, approaching her with a slow step - you are mine, whether you want to accept it or not.

As he approached her, she began to pull away from him.

- You can't have me! - she refused, meeting his stern gaze - I will never be yours! Leave me alone! Go away!

Amanda grabbed his arm, trying to get rid of the unwanted visitor. To her horror, his muscles tensed under her grasp, repelling her efforts as easily as if she were a mosquito buzzing against glass. She collapsed. In an instant, Julian hovered over her, crushing her to the floor with the weight of his gaze.

His smile turned into a predatory grimace. As he leaned over her, she felt his hot breath right next to her ear.

- You will soon learn that resistance is futile - he whispered, and in every syllable lurked the promise of pain.

Amanda felt defenseless against his superior strength.

Tears streamed into her eyes. The vulnerability evident on her face was a sharp contrast to the iron determination she had displayed only moments earlier. Julian's smile did not even twitch for a moment. He raised his eyebrow in a silent question, silently daring her to finally say something.

- Why me? - she choked out, her heart pounding in her chest slapping against her ribs.

She tried to remain calm, desperately searching for answers, which he seemed reluctant to give.

- Why did you choose me? - she repeated the question. Her trembling hands clenched into fists.

Julian’s smirk became even more pronounced as he processed Amanda's question in his head. He knew it was better not to say too much, as his words often served as a weapon in the hands of those who tried to manipulate him. Instead, he decided to wield his silence like a blade, cutting through her pleas for understanding with icy precision. He took a step back, allowing himself a moment to observe her trembling form.

The sight of her suffering filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction, a hunger for control that could never be satisfied.

- You'll find out soon enough - he muttered reluctantly, and his eyes shone with a sinister light.

With this assurance hanging heavy in the air, Julian turned on his heel and headed for the door, leaving Amanda alone with her fears and unanswered questions.

She watched his silhouette slowly disappear into the dimly lit corridor. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with unspoken threats and secrets.

The anticipation of his next move made her heart pound in her chest. Each beat was a painful reminder of the precarious situation she was in.

Although fear gnawed at her heart, she refused to give in to her instincts, knowing that submissiveness would only fuel his dominance. Instead, she decided to gather all the information she could about the man. She hoped to find a way to free herself from his grasp before it was too late. With newfound determination, Amanda prepared for the coming battle.

Only time would tell if she possessed the cunning and fortitude required to outwit such a powerful opponent.

——

With a quick step, she crossed the corridor and reached the elevator and impatiently pressed the call button. She continued to look around terrified. Julian really gave her a fright.

- Fuck - she whispered to herself.

She entered the elevator and descended to the first floor. She left the building and started looking around again. She had the feeling that someone was watching her all the time. Suddenly she heard the phone ringing in her purse. She quickly took it out and picked it up.

- Hello? - she whispered. She cleared her throat and started again - hello?

- Miss McKenzie, please report to the director's office as soon as possible - she was greeted by the familiar voice of the receptionist.

- Oh, something happened? - she had no idea what was going on. It never occurred to her that the director wanted to talk to her.

Amanda was overwhelmed by a wave of confusion, and her mind began to work at a higher speed. She began to suspect that it might be about the consequences of Julian Dillinger's sudden appearance in her life.

- I will not answer your question. See you later - she hung up.

- What a... ugh... - Amanda tucked the phone into her purse and headed toward the office building where she worked.

——

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the right floor, she headed toward the director's office. The chill that had been squeezing her heart since her meeting with Julian refused to subside, intensifying as she approached her employer's office. Summoning up every ounce of courage she could muster, Amanda raised her hand and lightly knocked on the polished wooden door.

She did not immediately hear an answer. Only after a while did she hear a quiet voice.

- Please come in.

- Miss McKenzie, it has come to my attention that you have spoken to our number one enemy - the director spoke up. He had no intention of playing "good morning" or "nice to see you."

Amanda swallowed her saliva loudly and looked shocked at her employer. She was completely clobbered.

- Ms. McKenzie, please respond. We don't have all day to do this.

- Emm... I don't understand... where did you... - she started slightly chaotically.

The director slid his glasses down to the tip of his nose and pointed a finger at her.

- You spoke last night with the owner of Dillinger Technologies. How do I know that? It doesn't matter now. Please answer why and what you are talking to Julian Dillinger about? If I do not get an answer to this question, you will be fired immediately. The choice is yours, Ms. McKenzie - the director reached for the coffee mug that stood next to him and sipped without taking his eyes off her - I'm waiting, believe me. I don't have all day.

- I... I... so honestly... he started talking to me. He approached me... invited me to join him... and what we talked about... hmm... he wasn't even interested in what my name was. Mr. Director, it was just... emm... sex - she looked at the ceiling. She was unable to look him in the eye.

- I understand. I mean, I don't understand. What I have learned now... for this moment is enough for me. I hope you will not see Mr. Dillinger again.

- It didn't even cross my mind - she whispered.

- Well, please go back to your business and duties. Ah and one more thing. Does Mr. Dillinger know where you work? This is very important.

- No, Mr. Director. As I said. He wasn't even interested in what my name was.

- Good. Please go back to work.

Amanda left the office, closed the door and loudly let the air out of her lungs. The whole time she was talking to the director she was unable to breathe.

She was given a strict ultimatum, break off any relationship with Julian Dillinger forever or face immediate dismissal from her position at the company.

Despite the obvious consequences, she could not deny the magnetic attraction exerted by his personality, a force that promised both pleasure and danger in equal measure. For the moment, she decided to wait to see what the coming days would bring. But she would certainly have to be very careful lest, once again, someone report her to her employer about her actions in violation of company policy. In a word, it was a nice shot of adrenaline. Finally, her life was a little more interesting.

- Fuck! Fucking wonderful - she cursed under her breath again and moved toward her workstation.

As soon as she sat down at her desk, she got a notification of a new message. She reached into her purse and looked at the screen.

"I hope you like the flowers and chocolates - Julian".

Her eyes got as big as buttons. Her jaw almost dropped to the floor. She looked around to the circle terrified, looking for someone... she didn't know herself who. She looked at the desk and saw a bouquet of red roses and a box of chocolates from the most expensive candy store in town. She opened the chocolates and shoved one fully into her mouth to control the fear that gripped her. She looked at the phone screen again and re-read the message from Julian.

- So he knows where I work - she whispered with her mouth full - damn it - she shoved another chocolate into her mouth.

She started tapping out a message to her stalker.

"You damn stalker, I don't know how you got my phone number, address and information about my workplace. This is not normal. But thank you for the gift. It's a nice gesture - Amanda."

For a moment she waited for an answer, which did not come. But despite her growing impatience, she shrugged her shoulders, put the phone down on the desk beside her and shoved another small calorie bomb into her mouth. She set to work, trying to distract herself from the gnawing sense of anticipation that plagued her.

She answered emails, reviewed documents, and even managed to steal a few moments for a much-needed respite in the form of a cup of coffee. But as the clock ticked, her thoughts invariably returned to the enigma that was Julian Dillinger and the web of intrigue that was now beginning to entwine her life. However, even as she waited for his next move, she did not allow herself to be consumed by fear or anxiety.

Julian's reply finally arrived, but as an e-mail... it was some kind of a joke. Dillinger was making fun of her by even having her private email address. She hesitated for a brief moment before clicking on the new email notification on her computer screen.

"Darling, thank you, for your kind words and calling me a stalker. It's really lovely. You hit the spot. I am a master at this. I assure you that I will surprise you more than once. Let's keep our little secret a secret, shall we? Perhaps we can arrange a more private meeting, just the two of us. What do you think? I would be happy to discuss further ways to... increase your career prospects - Julian Dillinger (your favorite stalker)"

His words were laced with undertones that made her shiver. The reference to increasing her career prospects made her feel both concerned and intrigued. Amanda's hands shook slightly as she composed a balanced response, careful to tread lightly in the precarious dance they now shared.

"Your bossy nature certainly has its charms, Julian. However, I must insist that our conversations remain professional. My work is important to me and I would not want anything to jeopardize it. Perhaps we can explore other possibilities for cooperation that do not involve such.... delicate situations. Besides, the director already knows that we have had contact with each other. He insists that I must stop contact with you. If I do not comply with his request, I will lose my job - Amanda McKenzie (not a fan of stalking)"

She clicked "send." She went back to work, deciding not to write him back right away when he wrote something to her again.

This time she got a notification on her phone. She rolled her eyes and waited a moment to read it.

"Of course, dear Amanda. I apologize if I have caused any discomfort. As you wish, our future communication will be in a more... professional tone. However, I will have to insist on a face-to-face meeting. A simple coffee or lunch will suffice, nothing more. After all, business often grows through personal contacts - Julian."

- After all, business often grows through personal contacts?! What the… - she said to herself, accepting that further contact with him was inevitable. She prepared a carefully worded response to satisfy his desires while maintaining her own tenuous grip on reality.

"I appreciate your willingness to take my concerns into account, Julian. However, I think our conversations and meetings should be kept to a minimum. That is, don't count on us meeting whenever you want us to."

Julian Dillinger's answer came faster than she expected. The message said:

"Ah, Amanda, your restraint is admirable. However, I think there has been a misunderstanding. When I mentioned a personal meeting, I didn't mean business as usual. No, I meant something much more ... intimate."

A shiver ran down her spine as she processed his revelations, but she couldn't deny the illicit thrill that accompanied it. She took a deep breath and responded cautiously, trying to navigate this treacherous terrain with skill and subtlety.

"Your intentions are crystal clear and obvious, Julian."

His response was immediate.

"So you understand me, darling. Our relationship goes beyond the superficial trappings of business and pleasure. In fact, I think it's time for us to explore this bond again. How about dinner tomorrow night? Somewhere private where we can satisfy our hunger cravings unhindered."

His suggestion hung in the air and was inevitable. Amanda thought for a moment before responding.

"I think you promised yourself too much when it comes to our "relationship". Also, I think I was clear about our relationship. I should not contact you. I might lose my job."

She knew she had pushed Dillinger away, but the thought of losing her job seemed uncomfortable.

His answer was unexpected, leaving Amanda stunned by its content.

"Understood, Amanda. For now, focus on your work. But know one thing, our paths will cross again soon. Mark my words."

As much as she wanted to delve into his mysterious declaration, she knew it was better not to push. Instead, she decided to follow his lead, opting to withdraw gracefully. With a heavy heart and a distrustful look, she waited for the next chapter of their twisted tale.

———

Amanda finished her work late in the evening. She packed up her belongings and documents. She rushed to the elevator to ride it down to the lowest floor and leave the office building. She dreamed of going to her favorite restaurant and ordering a delicious dinner to go. She was tired and all she dreamed of now was a warm shower, food and some good movie.

She walked out of the building and stood as if she had been struck. In the parking lot in front of her workplace stood a shiny black Mercedes, and leaning against it was, none other than Julian Dillinger himself. He was smiling mockingly, like a villain planning something truly despicable. And so it probably was.

- You shouldn't be here - Amanda hissed through her teeth - go away, I might lose my job.

Julian pushed himself away from the car and walked closer to her. This time his smile was gentle, one might say eye-catching. And his eyes, stared at her with delight.

- Amanda, I would like to take you out to dinner. I have already reserved a table for us at this famous restaurant with a nice view of the city.

- No - she replied with calmness.

- No? - he raised one eyebrow, as if disbelieving her words.

- No.

- I don't understand.

- What don't you understand, Julian? You don't understand what the word "no" means, and maybe you don't understand that because of you I might lose the trust of my employer, and worse... - she looked him in the eye - I might lose my job.

He remained silent staring at her.

- Julian, I can't hang out with you. Last night was the first and last night we spent with each other. That's all I have to tell you - Amanda turned away from him and headed toward her apartment.

Julian stood motionless staring at Amanda's distant silhouette. Suddenly he moved after her trying to catch up with her.

- Wait! Amanda! I'm not done with you yet! This is not the end of this conversation! - He followed her with a quick step.

- That's the end of the topic! Let it get to you! - she replied without turning toward him. She quickened her step.

- And so I know where you live! You won't get away from me! - caught up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, thus making her stop.

- Let me go! - she wanted to free herself from his grasp - it hurts! Let me go!

- You shouldn't defy me! - still holding her hand tightly, he pulled her towards the building where she lived.

- Let me go! - she tried unsuccessfully to free herself from him - are you crazy?! Let me go for fuck's sake!

Paying no attention to her protests, he entered the building and pressed the elevator call button.

- I do not agree to you entering my apartment. Let me go!

They entered the elevator, and when the doors closed and Julian pressed the floor number button, he let go of her wrist. Amanda no longer had anywhere to run. She stared at him with rage, rubbing her sore wrist.

- I'm going to get bruises because of you, stupid!

- Stupid? - he let out the air loudly and drew it in again.

The elevator stopped. He grabbed her hand again and pulled her down the corridor toward her apartment.

- Open the door - he said when they were already there.

- No.

- Yes.

- No.

- Yes, fuck! - he grabbed her purse and started looking in it for the keys. He found them - which one is it? Which one opens the fucking door?!

Amanda moved away from him terrified. She could see the madness in his eyes.

Julian looked at the lock on the door and the name that was on it. He started looking through the keys he had in his hand. He found the right one and opened the door.

- Go inside - he said in a calm tone this time - please...

Without taking her eyes off him, Amanda walked inside with a quick step. The door to her apartment slammed shut, echoing in the dimly lit hallway. The two stared at each other as Julian suddenly moved toward her.

His expression was tense with irritation and desire, and his eyes stared at her with an intensity that made her knees bend slightly. Without introduction, he threw himself forward, grabbing her around the waist and pressing her against the cold concrete wall. His mouth crushed her lips in a savage kiss that made her struggle to catch air, but she welcomed the attack, craving the raw passion that burned within him.

Their tongues fought a furious duel, intertwining like snakes in a struggle for dominance.

Julian's hands roamed freely over Amanda's body, tearing at her clothes. The buttons popped off her blouse, and the seams ripped under the pressure of his powerful grasp. Their frantic kisses continued, punctuated by murmurs of desire that echoed through the empty apartment. Each of his touches sent shockwaves surging through her veins, fueling her insatiable hunger. With a low growl, Julian lifted her legs high, positioning himself at her entrance.

His cock pulsed impatiently against her moist folds, impatiently begging to enter the heated cave that awaited him. Moaning, Amanda bit her lip and closed her eyes, preparing for the approaching tornado. Suddenly, he thrust forward with all his strength, plunging into her up to his testicles.

A scream broke from her throat, muffled by their lingering kiss, as waves of pleasure hit them like a tsunami.

Julian slowly backed away. The feeling of their slippery bodies separating sent shivers down Amanda's spine. His eyes focused on hers, filled with a mixture of rage and desire that made her run out of breath. With a growl, he slammed into her again, releasing another loud scream from her mouth, but this time she responded to his thrusts with equal fervor, matching his ferocity with thrust after thrust. Their bodies collided with each other. Each thrust sent electric shocks surging through her nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. Even so, Julian showed no mercy, pushing her harder, faster, until she felt the pain, as if he was trying to get through her. Suddenly something inside him snapped, his movements became erratic, unpredictable, chaotic as he rushed mercilessly toward fulfillment.

With a roar of primal rage, he lifted Amanda, higher against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he continued to mercilessly fuck her. His eyes were sinking into hers, filled with a fire so intense that it seemed to burn the air between them. Each thrust sent tremors vibrating through her core, intensifying the waves of pleasure and pain that engulfed her closer and closer. At that moment, time ceased to exist, replaced by nothingness and endless ecstasy.

As if possessed by some sinister force, Julian's hips moved furiously, driving his cock deeper into her trembling, petite body.

Suddenly Amanda's world exploded in a burst of light and sensation as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. Her screams echoed off the walls, mixing with Julian's throaty moans as he found his own release. His semen spilled inside her, hot and pulsing, marking her as his in the most primitive way possible.

For a brief moment, their eyes met, reflecting the raw emotion of their shared experience. In that one moment, they stood over the precipice, staring into the abyss of truth that lay hidden beneath layers of deception and lust.

But as quickly as it appeared, the connection dissipated, replaced by the familiar chill of distance. With a final glance, Julian withdrew from Amanda, leaving her panting and leaning against the wall.

He smoothed his clothes, smiling at the corners of his mouth as he watched Amanda recover. He felt the satisfaction of satisfying his desires. Amanda was an interesting mystery to him. However, he knew that it was better not to dwell on such things. It was unnecessary. He had other plans for her. He gave her a hand to help her balance on her feet.

She looked at his hand wondering if what had just happened was just to satisfy physical needs, or if it was something much deeper. Amanda hesitated for a moment before accepting his help. Their fingers briefly brushed against each other as she once again found support against the hard wall.

- Well - he muttered - that was quite a presentation of the apartment. I am delighted.

He led Amanda toward the living room, his gaze fixed ahead as he moved with ease through the space. Though his demeanor remained calm and composed, the energy between them crackled from the tension left over from their recent passionate encounter. As they entered the brightly lit room, he pointed to a plush sofa whose soft cushions beckoned them to sit down.

- We have a lot to discuss - he said quietly, his voice lacking any note of lightness - and I think it's time for us to delve into matters beyond mere physical satisfaction.

Julian Dillinger plopped down on the sofa, his eyes piercing Amanda's as he leaned forward.

- You're right - he admitted roughly - our previous meeting was... superficial, at best. Hmm... as if it lacked substance.

Amanda merely stared at him, silent. His thumb chalked circles on the armrest, and each turn reflected the whirlpool of emotions swirling inside him. But now, he continued, looking at her with calm eyes, everything had changed.

- Our relationship, that something that connects us, that goes beyond mere desire, has an element of complexity that needs to be explored.

Amanda swallowed her saliva hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she considered his words. She could not deny the sense of kinship that blossomed between them. Nor could she ignore the magnetic attraction that drew them closer and closer together. As if pulled by invisible strings, she sat next to him on the couch, their thighs lightly touching.

- Julian... I...

- Yes? - he leaned slightly in her direction.

- You know we shouldn't...

- Amanda, tell me what is in your head - he closed his eyes and lightly inhaled her scent. Suddenly he pulled away - all in all, yes, you are right - he admitted roughly - yes, we are doing something wrong... after all, we are enemies - he shrugged his shoulders, as if he did not care at all.

He reached out, gently caressing Amanda's cheek with the warmth of his hand.

- There is something about you - he whispered, and his voice was low and sensual, despite the seriousness of their discussion. His thumb drew lazy circles on her skin, sending chills down her spine as she leaned into his touch - I don't fully understand it - he confessed.

His gaze focused on her with an intensity that left her breathless and silent.

- But I know that our destiny is more than fleeting pleasures and stolen moments. We stand over a precipice that one of us can fall into or we can save each other - he continued, his fingers tightening around hers.

He leaned close, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear as he spoke softly.

- We will start tonight - he promised.

- What will we start? - she whispered.

- I want you to be more than just a lover to me, Amanda - he grabbed a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his fingers.

- Yes?

- Sweetest, I want you to be my spy in the company where you currently work. Well… - he laughed - I hope that soon you will work only for me - he nodded to himself - yes... I want to take over your entire corporation.

Amanda's eyes got big. She stared at Julian in disbelief. She couldn't say a single word, not even thinking of a whole sentence.

- You can't - she said in a barely audible whisper.

- I can, my dearest, I can do everything - he leaned over her and kissed her gently but deeply.

It was then that Julian Dillinger revealed his true intentions toward her and the company where she worked. Revealing all the worst. He wanted them to embark together on a journey full of danger and uncertainty.

———

@ladyjpm

[neverenoughmarauders]

HP canon debater & canon fanfics writer

I am in my 30s, genderfluid - she/they - Scandinavian, but live in the UK, and a long COVIDer/ME/POTSer!

On this blog, I am (mostly) a canon-compliant Marauder fanfic writer - who likes to discuss the canon - and I am currently working on a long fic from 1971-1981 called: When we were up to no good.

More about my ambition below, but long story short - I just want a LONG fic that's not Wolfstar, that's a faithful interpretation of the canon, and which tbh isn't overly about sex or the usual fanon stuff. It's just four great friends; an 'enemies-to-lovers' love story; a war and a betrayal.

I mostly ship canon (especially Hinny, Romione, Jily) because I am boring, but I adore Prongsfoot and Sebinis, and I’m not anti most non-canon ships if they are true to their canon characterisation.

I will argue and discuss the canon with anyone who's interested. If you don't care about the canon, fine, but you and I probably won't enjoy each other's posts very much.

I don’t support JKR’s views (Read: I AM EXTREMELY ANTI HER VIEWS). I regularly question whether I should just abandon the fandom because of her (I have stayed away in the past), but then again, I discovered a lot about my own gender fluidity through the fandom, so it’s all very complicated.

I started writing When we were up to no good because I wanted to write a story where:

Sirius and James are best friends, inseparable and extremely talented

Remus and James have a solid friendship; not just Remus and Sirius

While Sirius and Peter take a bit of time to become close, Sirius ends up closer to Peter than Remus (at the latest) by the later stages of the war.

Peter is very much part of the Marauders, and there’s nothing obvious (to Sirius and James) to suggest he does a 180. Nevertheless, as readers who know what happens, we can see the small stuff that lays the foundation for the betrayal

James and Sirius are bullies! This isn’t a story trying to ignore their bad sides

Remus’ personality is affected by his lycanthropy - he has three great friends and that’s it: James, Sirius and Peter. He does not stand up to his friends (much) as he cannot afford to lose them

Lily struggles to adjust to the wizarding world given her blood status and she struggles with her friendship with Snape. She loves him so much but she’s not blind to his friends and the path he’s being led down

James and Lily have arcs that both make us understand why she disliked James so much, but also understand how the two are rather similar in their own way. The relationship, when it happens, should feel solid and lasting.

James does not go around declaring his love for Lily at every opportunity. It doesn’t fit with the canon

Not every OOTP member are in the same year as the Marauders. In my story, Marlene is 10 years older (and Molly’s best friend), Frank and Gideon are 6 years older; Alice and Fabian are 5 years older; and Dorcas is long gone from school etc.

Frank and Alice starts dating after Hogwarts (not everyone has to start dating at school)

There's lots of (hopefully canon-compliant) plot and character development. And it’s a long story! I want to make justice to their story and not rush it (but I don't want it to feel dragged out)

There is as much fun and fluff and comfort and hurt as I can get away with while feeling I can call it canon-compliant

There are plenty of Easter eggs and things we know happened in the canon, such as: Bertha Jorkins as a source of Hogwarts gossip; the Whomping Willow becoming off-limit, the newly built abandoned Hogsmeade house slowly becoming known as the Shrieking Shack, Mundungus Fletcher finding himself banned from the Hogs Head ca 1975; the 1974 World Cup and more.

That’s the ambition. I’m not by any means an experienced writer and I’m learning as I go. If this is something that interests you, then cool! Absolutely engage as much or little as you’d like with the story! I love geeking out over canon and writing!

I post extracts on here quite often! You might call it self-promotion - I call it oversharing - something I do in all aspects of my life! 😂

[enbysiriusblack]

remus loves folklore books, lily loves fantasy books, regulus loves classical books, peter loves comic books, emmeline loves detective books, dorcas loves poetry books, mary loves romance books, james loves sci-fi books, marlene loves rock magazines, sirius loves play scripts

[blackroseguzzi]

Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.



[astrologicalwarrior]

The Genesis Series

I'm sorry.

Her vision was blurred as she sat up against the wall. How did everything get so fucked up? She thought to herself as she tightened her grip on the white blanket in her lap. Her limbs ached and begged for her to stretch, to move, but she couldn't. She felt safe on her closet floor, the outside world was not real in here. She wasn't dead in here.

She looked at the dirty blond that sat across from her. He had his knees up to his chest, his arms were wrapped tightly around his legs. He wasn't looking at her, he just couldn't, not with her tear-stained cheeks and red misty eyes. He couldn't look at the way her mouth would flutter open as if to say something only just to snap close. She hates me his arms tightened around his legs once the thought races through his head.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice, barely a whisper, cracks as she asks him. She watches the way the mop of curls on his head bounces as he snaps up to look at her.

"I-" He goes to answer but it gets caught in his throat once he meets her eyes.

"Why?" She asks again after a few minutes of silence pass by.

He watches as her eyes narrow never breaking contact with his. He didn't know what to say to her. How to even begin to explain. He felt the thick tension in the air shift from despair to rage.

"Why?" He can practically see the venom dripping from that single would she spat at him.

"Answer me!" He flinched when her voice raises from a whisper suddenly. He can feel her rage tingling under his sink. It sits there hot and heavy and his eyes sting. He knew nothing he could say would make it better.

When he doesn't answer her she feels herself get hot. The small closet no longer felt safe, not when he was in it. Not after everything that has happened. She had to get away.

"I'm sorry." He whispers out to her as she suddenly sprang up and yanked the closet door open. He knew sorry wouldn't change anything.

She was still dead either way.

Series

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Drabbles

Coming soon…

[evanpfics]

INTRODUCTION ! :3

Little About Me:

I’m 19. Been an evan peters fan for 6 years. I still attend school for acting and writing ( though I hardly focus on the writing part haha ). My spelling and grammar may not be the best since I’m mainly fluent in my first language.

I enjoy writing, Evan peters ( obv ), Deadpool, Spider-Man, joker, Batman, quicksilver, and so on..

About my tumblr:

I mainly write smut/fluffs.. so VERY EXPLICIT posts, if you are below 16 I WOULDN’T recommend reading.. but it’s your call.

I mainly only edit evan peters characters. (Ahs, evan, warren, Stan, ANY evan character)

I take requests but mainly post ideas that come up in my mind.

REQUESTS RULES / NEEDS:

If you are requesting please follow the suggestions below!!

Must have:

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• Needs a specific idea / story so I know what to work with.

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• Name which character(s) you’d like, I won’t do any work if you just say “any character”

• Please name if you would want a fluff or smut when suggesting.

Thanks for reading!! Love you.

most of my ideas are smut, so if I mainly write those don’t be surprised haha.

[thesiriusmoon]

Hi everyone! So as some of you may know I have a fan fiction about my own character in the marauders era!

Please give it a read! I’m currently re writing it so I have a lot to catch up on. But every single view means a lot!

Please support my writing and please share so others have the chance of reading!❤️❤️

Summary:

Daisy Evans, the youngest of the Evans sisters. A muggleborn witch with great passion and curiosity who falls into the middle of a war.

Her story was never told, she had so much to tell.

Watch her make friends, fall in love, and fight for what is right.

This is Daisy Evans' journey into the wizarding world.

[moonbeamoclock]

this doesn’t apply to physical descriptions by the way.

being able to see how our fellow humans think is wonderful and it’s my favorite part of this horrid website but to have a writer push how they look (or want to look) onto you is a horrible feeling.

more brain describing and less physical appearance describing!

I think one of the most beautiful things about x-reader fanfiction is discovering pieces of the writer sprinkled throughout the fic. Whether it's in their characterization of the canon character or the reader or details about how they like to be touched or loved, or little bits of dialect and personal habits, it's just so endearing. A homage to one of the most basic forms of self expression, and a vulnerable baring of one's soul for others to see. It's so, so special

[yes-divine-ruler]

Kai with cry baby reader, who likes gardening & crotchet <3 HCs

(a little specific, obviously had to add a little smut in here)

You’d met Kai in the strangest way.

You were leaving a parking lot outside your local Family Fare supermarket. You’d forward parked in the bay, in your micro, electric blue hatchback. As you were reversing, you didn’t realise that the car across from your bay was also reversing out. Hopelessly, you ended up hitting the other car, rear bumper to rear bumper. The slight jolt of your car definitely sent you into a panic. With your heart accelerating in your chest, you adjusted your rear view mirror to see that you had, in fact, hit someone, and the person in that car was driving forward into their bay. Opting to do the same, you took a deep breath before readying yourself to apologise to the owner of the other car. Unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car, you didn’t have to walk far until you were face to face with a very angry-looking man. He snarled at you, as you cowered backwards, pressing your back against your car in fear.

“What the fuck?! What do you think you’re doing? Do you not have any fucking eyes?” The man continued to scream until he finally calmed down, and saw that tears were cascading down your face.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t- I didn’t see you! I’ll pay for the damage,” you pathetically pleaded with him once you got the chance to get a word in. You weren’t good at confrontation, and you certainly weren’t good with getting on anyone’s bad side. He looked at you with concern, and for some strange reason was tempted to reach out and wipe away your tears.

He was good at sensing when someone was lying, or if they were an overall bad person. But he didn’t see that in you. What he did see was that you didn’t have any bad intentions, and that you were quite vulnerable. It didn’t help that you were wearing a pair of dark wash denim overalls and one strap had slid down your shoulder, revealing the entirety of the tiny striped bandeau you wore underneath.

“Look, don’t cry please,” he found himself reaching out and squeezing your shoulder as some sort of way to comfort you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion as you stared up at him. He must be short tempered, the same way you were easily upset. He looked sort of alternative, his hair was long, and blue and he wore all black. It was quite different to the guy you’d usually find yourself standing across from. He didn’t seem much older than you, and looking back, it was weird that you’d called him sir.

“Hey listen, how about I get you a coffee, and we forget about all this. I don’t think there’s really much damage to my car anyway.”

For some reason, maybe it was the guilt, you agreed.

The coffee shop date was the first of many. You find yourself really liking Kai, and despite his flaws, you thought he had good intentions. He never made you feel uncomfortable, and often joked about how you both first met.

Kai wasn’t shy to compliment you. You’d awoken a side in Kai no one ever thought he had. He loved calling you baby and sweetheart. His eyes lit up every time they found you, and despite his usually scary demeanour, he’d melt into a soft, sorry-excuse for (what he defined was) a man.

The first time you invited Kai back to your apartment to meet your housemate was definitely memorable. Never in a million years did she think she’d see you with a guy like Kai. Kai tried his hardest to sit through the thorough interrogation he got, even though he wanted to slam his fists down on the table and tell her to shut the fuck up. Maybe you were turning him into a better person?

Seeing your bedroom was definitely a shock for Kai. He learnt so much about you by just seeing where you lived. It was definitely different to what he was used to.

“I want to show you something!” You grab onto his big hand and pull him into the direction of where your bed was. Sprawled across its surface, a pastel blue Afghan blanket.

“I made it! It took me almost three days but.. isn’t it beautiful!”

Kai’s eyes widen as you pull the crocheted blanket off the edge of your bed and hold it to your chest. You really were wholesome. The corner of his lips curled up into a small smile just at the glimmer of pride and joy in your eyes.

“And this! It’s called propagation!” Kai stands back as you hold what looked like a sprout of a plant in a test tube of water.

“Looks great baby,” he’d kiss you on the forehead and spend the next hour listening to you explain why you started to crotchet and keep a garden. It wasn’t anything of interest to him, but because you enjoyed it so much, it made him happy. He did learn, though, that one day you wanted to own a big plot of land, so you could have a huge garden and your own animals. He saw himself there with you.

After a few weeks, you’d decided to make Kai his first blanket. For reasons unknown to you, he seemed to really like a unique type of smiley face. It was even the wallpaper on his phone. When you’d asked about it, he brushed it off, saying that he thought it was “cool” and “just a random smiley face”. You thought that it would make for a good blanket.

When you showed up to your next date with a small gift bag, it certainly spiked Kai’s interests.

“What’s that?” He asked, as he leaned down and planted a firm kiss against your soft lips. “Something I made for you,” you answer shyly, your face hot from anticipation. You really wanted him to like it. “You didn’t have to do that sweetheart,” Kai gushes, like the big, soft teddy bear you’d turned him into. “I wanted to! Have a look!” Kai opens the bag and peers inside, his face lighting up into the biggest smile as he pulls out the cobalt-blue blanket.

“Baby… holy shit, this is incredible!” Kai laughs in disbelief as he runs his fingers over the crocheted threads. When Kai notices that the blanket has some red detailing, he sprawls it out across the table, and then his heart sinks.

“Do you like it? Look, it’s the smiley face you like!” You just giggled proudly to yourself as Kai stood frozen. He knew you had no idea what it meant and it reminded him how guilty he felt for keeping it from you. He shook his head quickly to snap out of it, before leaning over to give you a grateful kiss. You were his escape from reality.

“You’re truly amazing and so talented, I love it! Thank you baby.”

Soon Kai would find himself sitting back in a deck chair and watching you as you fussed over the garden on your balcony. Sometimes, he’d even step in to help when you dragged him into it. Gardening isn’t something he ever thought he’d like, but, somehow it was proving to relax his usually racing mind.

“Kai! Our first strawberry!” You’d tug at the strawberry vine, and hold the fruit up proudly between your fingertips. Kai’s cold heart melted just hearing you call it “ours”. You situate yourself in Kai’s lap, holding onto his shoulder with one hand, and feeding him the fresh strawberry with the other. Kai thought it tasted better than any strawberry he’d ever had, purely because you’d grown it.

You began to wonder why Kai never invited you over to his place. Every time you’d bring it up, just like the smiley face, he’d have some sort of vague excuse.

“My sister is there, she’s always got people over. There just isn’t much privacy.” “Privacy?” You’d ask, staring at him with doe-like eyes, “what do we need that for?”

Kai would distract you from your question for the next 30 minutes by sitting you in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. He knew the best way to keep you from worrying was to make you cum. That, or you might cry.

“Kai?” You voice quivered as Kai gently opened your legs and slid a hand into your shorts. Almost immediately your head would fall back to rest against his shoulder, as the pads of his fingertips toy with your clit from over your panties.

“Do you like when I touch you like that, baby?” He’d ask with his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You’d make no attempt at a reply, lost in your own head by his delicate touch. His fingers would eventually pull your panties to the side, and his slick fingers would run from your entrance up to your sensitive bundle of nerves, blissfully back and forth between your folds. Your hips would buckle to chase the pressure building between your legs. Even you had to admit, no one could make you come like Kai could.

You were good at making blankets and clothes and harvesting small gardens, and he was good at pleasuring you. He’d whisper praise in your ear, telling you how proud he was of you, how wet you were for him, and how much of a good girl you were for letting go for him.

Keeping you happy and satisfied was Kai’s way of making up for all the bad things he’d done in the past.

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1970

1981, Remus thinks back to the year his friends met and wishes he could go back.

Remus Lupin was numb now. What did you feel when your life whas forever altered? When your very best friends were no longer in your life and you had no one left. He felt empty now and there was no one to share his thoughts with. 1981 had come and the world had ended. Funny. It didn't seem like an important year on the caldender. He stared at the caldener opposite him on the wall. The black numbers stared back, unemotionally.

He thought back to when he had first met his friends. 1970. They had been so young then had it really been so long ago?

And suddenly 1970 seemed intolerably far away and even though it had only been a few years he felt old. 1970 was anther life time where he was a child, scared he wouldn't make any friends. Scared that the world was too big for him. Now he knew it was, because everything was wrong and those precious years. . . that precious year when he had thought everything was going to be alright was gone. James was gone and the laughing boy of 1970 was no more. Gone with everything else that year had entailed. The world was different and somehow worse. Were any of them the same boys they had been that year? Peter was dead. James was dead. Sirius was a murder. And he? Was he different? He was alone now just as he had been when that year had started and there would be no train now to take him to friends and school. All of the high jinks were over.

He felt numb. Shell shocked even. Had they had any idea then what would happen? Of course not. No one had, least of all four laughing boys. He hadn't know. Lily hadn't know. Had their child selves even guessed?

Yet they had changed the world themselves. They had. They had had it in their hands and they had created this new world. This new, brighter world. This safer world. But he didn't want it now. He wanted that year and the golden years that had followed. Anything but this.

[youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars]

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writing my jegulily fic that i posted about earlier. i'm only on chapter three. i've been editing these three chapters for almost 2 months (i hate my writing don't judge). my motivation comes around like..a random tuesday then three weekends in a row then nothing for a month. SO

[neverenoughmarauders]

When we were up to no good

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'Well, then,' Potter said with a mischievous look: 'we ought to send this tonight.'

'You can't,' Remus said. 'It's past curfew.'

Potter and Black exchanged looks.

'You're right, of course,' Potter said.

'What were we thinking,' Black continued.

'We weren't thinking,' Potter corrected.

'No, but Lupin was,' Black agreed.

'Alright then, we better get ready for bed,' Potter said, grinning at Black.

'Nothing's like a good night of sleep,' Black nodded sincerely before he grinned back.

Remus had a sneaking suspicion he was missing something, and sure enough, a little while later, when they had all gone to bed, Remus could hear the dormitory door open and shut again. When he looked out from his curtain, he saw two empty beds, and Peter's face, scanning the room just like he did.

Peter groaned.

'Quite,' Remus agreed.

'Gits,' Peter muttered.

'Quite,' Remus agreed again.

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An extract of chapter 1 from: when we were up to no good. The story is currently at 61K words and 26 chapters, updated about 2xweek.

My attempt at a truly canon-compliant marauder story with very limited fanon! No wolfstar. Marlene and Dorcas are not at Hogwarts at the same time as the Marauders. Alice is obviously some years older so she can have time to become a well-respected Auror and a mother. Sirius and James are practically inseparable because they were and I love them so much!!!!