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Sharing Is Caring (Cas final part)

A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT HAD TO BREAK UP THE SMUTS INTO DIFFERENT CHAPS HOPE YOU ENJOY FEEDBACK WELCOME

WARNINGS: YANDERE THEMES, KITCHEN SEX, SLIGHT FOOD PLAY, CUNNILINGUS, CREAMPIE

"I have a few ideas.", he says pressing himself as close to your body as he can, a shuddering breath leaving his parted lips, a hot hue of red dancing across his cheeks, Caspian stared down at you with the adoration of a worshipper staring at their god, his hands, so much bigger than your own, gently traced up your wrists, his eyes half-lidded and full of desire, he took a deep breath, and kissed your cheek softly, his pillowy lips dragging across your face until they reach your mouth, his tongue flicking out over your bottom lip for just a taste.

A whimper builds in the back of his throat, the bulge in his pants now presses flush against your core, one of his hands softly encourages your legs to hook around his waist, and the other holds the back of your neck in a delicate grip, his thumb massaging into your pulse point.

There was this intensity in the look he was giving you, paired with the delicate way he cupped your chin between one of his warm hands, it was as if your very body was aflame. For a moment he just started, you'd never seen him stare at you quite like this, your lips parted as if to speak, but the words vanished as quickly as they'd bubbled up, his thumb gently rubbed across the flesh of your bottom lip, another soft shudder leaving him as he does.

"Can I kiss you, Honey? Please?" His eyebrows scrunch slightly as he pleads, and you can feel his breath on your face. You nod and he grins so big, so happily, you're almost caught off guard by the intensity with which he kisses, like years of pent-up desires and feels finally getting a chance to escape.

The moan he lets out makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, his hands move to pull you closer by your hips, his soft touch guiding your thighs to wrap around him even tighter, his hands holding your hips in a grip that made your tummy tingle, with every teasing swipe of your tongue against his, Caspian seemed to lose himself in you.

He pulls away with a grin, so satisfied with himself that he takes in your blissed-out state and coos. "My sweet baby- don't worry, I'm right here." He whines before smashing his lips against yours, his tongue tastes like maple, and his sweet little moans make your mind melt into a puddle he could play with.

As if struck by lightning, he suddenly pulled away, moving to smoothly grab one of the warm beignets he'd made moments ago, his eyes seemed to darken as he held the treat against your soft lips, his eyes full of a hunger that almost scared you.

Almost that is.

Caspian gently slipped the warm pastry between your parted lips, a shudder ran down his spine when he accidentally brushed against your tongue, the moan of appreciation you let out was downright sinful, and his breath began to pick up, eyes not daring to leave your face. "Try it with the sauce next." He dipped the flaky dough slightly into the still-steaming pan, taking extra care to blow on the golden syrup as he brought it to your lips again.

You not-so-accidentally licked a stripe down his fingers as he pulled away, watching for more of the cute expression on his flushed face. He bit back a moan of his own, trying to will his blood back to his brain; instead, his pants grew even tighter.

The air between you two was electric, little jolts coming from wherever your skin touched, his heated hands rubbed across your hips and belly, his breath choppy as he thumbed the fabric of your shirt. "Can I, Honey? Pretty please?" He begs, nearly teary-eyed from the overwhelming feelings he has, you nod your head up and down rapidly, tongue-tied and out of breath, and he doesn't hesitate to kiss you again.

Caspian is gentle with you, his touch light and soft, he's soft when he disrobes you as if he's unwrapping a present on Christmas day. The counter feels cool to the touch against your bare skin. Without hesitation, he's dropping to his knees, face level with your core, he stares up at you through your parted knees, eyes begging you for permission, "Eat up." Boldly came from your lips, and he needed no more to dive straight in. He starts with a gentle flick of his tongue tracing his way up to your clit with expert precision, circling the sensitive bud with just the right amount of pressure.

Broken versions of his name came spewing from your mouth, he flattened his tongue against your cunt, sucking and licking, and he traces his name on your clit. His warm hands grip your thighs gently, prying them apart, goosebumps rise on your flesh with every pass of his tongue, and your breath comes out shallow and shaky; he's making a mess of you.

Honeyed essence drips from you, down his chin, and onto the kitchen counter top, his hand comes up below his working mouth, gently, he uses his index finger to circle your twitching hole then adds the slightest amount of pressure, curling upwards he presses against the spongey spot inside you, "Ca-s." came out of your parted lips like a prayer, broken mewls leaving your lips, he worked his finger in and out, playing your insides like a game, his tongue never left your clit, sucking and moaning against you.

Your fingers thread through his hair, red strands coiled tight in your grip, the moment he adds a second finger you're coming around the digits, twitching against him, sucking him in, he gently removes his fingers, licking them clean, the happiest grin on his face, "Delicious." Is all he can mutter before unbuckling his pants, "Do you want this?" He asks palming his dick, "Please...I need it, Cas."

The whine in your voice sends him over the edge, "I'll be gentle, Honey." He kisses you deeply, holding the sides of your face before pulling back, he grabs you by your hips softly scooting you to the edge of the counter, his cock ruts against you, and a shuddering breath comes from him as he grinds up against you, creating the most intense friction, he rubs the head against your folds gasping softly at your dripping pussy, "so perfect.." he whispers to himself, eyes transfixed on your body.

With a kiss he begins to slide in, softly, slowly, he takes his time, knows he's big, and that it hurts, but he's so gentle with you, petting your head, holding you as close as can be, his head is buried in your neck, you can feel his hot breath on your skin, your eyes flutter backward as he inches his way in, half words and whines leave your flushed lips, "it's okay Honey, I got you." He reassures this with a kiss, "Just a little bit more, baby, you can take it." His hands, headed and soft, grab your hips firmly, he pulls back to look at your face, and he pushes you closer to him until he's bottomed out and your stomachs are touching.

"Fuck, oh fuck- God you're perfect." He whimpers, mouth open and drooling, "perfect little pussy." He grunts as he pulls out, only the tip remains, just to slam back in, beginning to fuck you at the perfect pace, his voice gets high-pitched, mumbled Spanish praises, and the counter shakes with every thrust.

For what feels like hours it's just you and him, connected in a way you'd only ever imagined in the late hours of the night, he sucks a dark mark into your throat, moaning around the flesh as he pounds away. "Mi Vida." He purrs holding you as close as can be, he can feel you milking him for everything he's worth, and he can't hold on any longer, feeling his balls tighten with every wet thrust inside, he rubs gentle circles on your clit bringing you to the brink with a twitch of his finger. "I love you Cas." You mumble and that's all it takes for him to blow his load, pressing himself as deep as he could go, with a cry of your name.

He pulls out of you with a soft moan, and a mix of your cum drips down your twitching pussy and onto the floor, resting his forehead against your chest, he allows himself a moment to regulate his breathing. His hands never left your body as he cleaned you up.

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Beast Of The Bayou

A/N: Something different for y'all, now this isn't an x reader, I know shocking coming from me, but I had this idea in my head for a while for a slasher/romance set in 1980's Louisiana and this is our first chapter, a long one, an introduction to the town of Sion and one of its resident members, Adelaide Cadieux, a troubled 23 year old with a dark past, and and even darker future. feedback welcome and appreciated, comments fuel me, hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: CHILD NEGLECT, ABUSE FROM PARENT, SWEARING, BLOOD, DARK CONTENT, UNHAPPY MC (AT FIRST)

Sion, Louisiana, the looming town was always cradled in a thick haze of warm clouds, every morning a heavy fog rolled in over the swamps, giving the whole place the vibe of isolation and the unknown. It had everything from an oversaturated neon shopping mall with sour-faced teenaged employees sneaking reefer in between shifts, to murky emerald swamps with downed trees and gators lurking just below the fog waiting for their next meal, somewhere between all this chaos lived Adelaide Cadieux a 23-year-old woman with sun-kissed skin, dotted in a constellation of scars, her eyes, almond-shaped and honey brown seemed to have permanent bags underneath them.

This was because while growing up, she spent many long insomnia-filled nights with her eyes glued to the small TV in her living room. Reruns of old boxing matches looping one after another, there was something about watching humans in their prime, it truly fascinated her, the primal brutality, the blood flying across the mats with every well-placed strike, she was permanently hooked after the first fight she caught, it was a night she'd snuck into the living room after her pops passed out on the sofa, bottle clutched tight in his hands, she was certain if a fire broke out right then and there, the only thing that man would grab was his bottle, watching her and her mother burn and lighting his cigar on the flames. "Never waste a smoke, hein? (huh?)" she could hear him say it, that slow southern drawl spitting out words like venom.

She inherited a lot of things from her father, the unfathomably deep well of anger in her chest was the main thing though, that and his hair. God she hated her hair growing up, it made her look like him, and that was something that made her stomach ache like she drank spoiled milk.

That was mostly the reason she kept it short as an adult, cropped in a pixie cut and bleached a pale white blonde, the regular bleaching kept her wild curls at bay, straightening the usually untamed tufts, she hated having it long when she was younger, how the loose black curls stuck to her skin during summer nights, the final straw on the matter came in the form of Elodie Parks.

Elodie had set her sights on Addie one day in the small locker room just before soccer practice, picking on the tall girl was something Elodie liked to do a lot, first was the usual routine, mocking her height, her quietness, her poorness, her appearance; "Oh, pauvre chérie, (poor dear) You try so hard, it's almost... cute. Almost." A crowd of teenage girls, Addie's supposed peers began to crowd the scene, circling like a pack of wolves, trapping her in on all sides, she felt her chest tighten uncomfortably at the close proximity, their faces blurring into twisted sinister expressions, Addie did her best to ignore the brunette-haired girl much to Elodie's aggravation. Sucking her teeth, Addie shook her head slightly, she begins to lace up her soccer cleats with more force than necessary, the only sign of her growing irritation.

Elodie, not satisfied with the lack of reaction began to dig deeper, circling her like a shark that smelled blood, "You know Adelaide, you'd be a lot prettier if you took a brush to that rat's nest on your head, hein? (huh)" Her voice had a saccharine sweetness as she berated Addie. "That's if you could even brush through that mess, poor thing." Addie didn't care about the taunts, she was used to them, and worse having grown up in the public school system of Louisiana. What made her turn around and finally address Elodie, was the last mistake of a comment she spat; "Besides, aren't you dykes supposed to have short hair?"

Addie felt her temper flash like a lightning fire, the veins in her temple throbbed, Elodie sounded a little too much like her father for her taste,

so like always she didn't think, she moved. Before anyone could blink Addie was kicking her cleated foot into Elodie's shin, the brunette crumpling to the ground in a sobbing heap, her green eyes full of tears as she cradled her bruised flesh, a crimson splotch began to appear on her high gym sock where she'd been kicked; "Miséricorde!" (Mercy!) you psycho bitch-" Addie didn't let her finish, instead balling her fist, cocking back, and throwing all her strength into the other girl's face, her fist landed harshly on the girl's left cheekbone, not once but twice in rapid succession, Thunk! Thunk! Addie's calloused knuckles split the skin of Elodie's cheek, and blood began pooling down her tear-stained face.

The pack of girls that had once been circling the scene dispersed in fear, now, in Addie's opinion anyway, dramatically crowding around the sobbing Elodie, who held her face, blood spilling between her manicured fingertips.

This earned Addie a month's worth of suspension and a swift backhand from her father when she was sent home early, "You trynna' ruin your life?" he yelled shaking Adelaide by her shoulders, he didn't wait for her response before pushing her away, "Stay in that damn room for the rest of the night, I better not see your face until the sun comes up."

She did her best to avoid him during the break from school, having long ago memorized his schedule for this exact purpose. She spent her time by the water, sometimes from dusk till dawn just watching the stillness of the bayou, getting lost in the subtle ripples dancing across the green surface, catching fireflies in her hands and letting them go, she spent so much time on that overgrown dock that the gators began to get used to her presence, showing themselves when they felt like it, just watching her, she often wondered what went on in their heads.

She liked watching the local wildlife do its thing. They seemed so content with their place in the world, doing what they pleased when they wanted, storm or shine, she envied them a bit but mostly admired their free nature.

The morning of her first day back, her father burst into her room, quietly mumbling about her being old enough to take herself to school, he tossed her the keys to his beat-up old Ford F150 leaving without another word. She took it as his way of apologizing for his violent reaction to her suspension.

She'd stared long and hard in the mirror, gazing at her reflection until her eyes went blurry, she hated what she saw, her breath began to quicken the longer she stared, and all she could hear were the taunts Elodie had hurled at her, and all she could see was her father's disappointed gaze staring back at her. Addie sees her pupils dilate, the brown of her iris almost completely disappearing, her chest heaving as she lifts a pair of sharp steel kitchen sheers to her head, tapping the cool metal against her temple before roughly tugging at her shoulder-length hair, fisting a handful of long black curls in her left hand, she began cutting and hacking away at it with her right.

By the time she was done, she hardly recognized herself, and suddenly she could breathe again. She steadied her breathing, angling her head in every direction, she liked how different she looked.

It was only after catching a last-minute Billy Idol music video on MTV, that she decided to bleach it with peroxide, lightening it until it was a dusty white, the curls straightening out from the harsh chemical treatment. With a head full of wet hair, she began to dress, her clothes feeling different as she slid them on. "Come on now Adelaide you gon' be late!" she hears her mother yell from the kitchen, "Yea'," she responds over the blaring radio, she tugs on an oversized Cramps T-shirt she'd scored over her impromptu break from school, and draped over that, a long red men's flannel, her jeans baggy and ripped at the knees, hiding her body, just the way she liked, always on the defensive, she enjoyed something she could move in, the leather boots she wore were a precious hand-me-down from her mother Antoinette. They made her feel stronger, stronger than any fight had ever done, and it was there in that moment, fifteen minutes late for her first day back, she swore to herself she'd get out of this town no matter what, away from all the bullshit, away from her father's unyielding gaze of disappointment, from her mother's never-ending worry, from this nothingness inside her.

It was then and there she decided nothing she did in this town mattered because she fully intended to leave it in the dust and never look back.

Her mama's nickname for her, 'Trouble', seemed to stick around her whole life. It followed her, even as a young one, she was getting into fist fights with the boys in her class over who got to play the knight during recess, always ready for a brawl, and scared of nothin'.

Her mother Antoinette Cadieux knew Addie would be a handful from how difficult her birth was, it was a home birth, and Antoinette had only her trusted Doula by her side, Beau said he didn't have the stomach for this kind of thing, leaving shortly after she'd gone into labor, the Doula, Maggie, wiped at Antoinette's sweaty brow with a wet cloth, breathing with her, Addie took her time entering the world, arriving a week later than anticipated, at 5:55 am on November 1st, the rain was heavy, hard and relentless the night Adelaide first opened her eyes and let out a fierce cry, stormy and wild, tree branches smacking against the windows, the wind pounding against the front door angrily. Some say the lights of the bayou could be seen hovering over the old Cadieux house that morning.

She was born to a mother who had to work three shifts a day as a nurse to keep the lights on, and her father, Beau Cadieux, was bitter as he was useless, an old drunkard with hate for the world that ran deep, so deep it bled out and infected everything about him, if you asked Beau he'd have an endless list in which the world has slighted him, screwed him over, and this poison, this anger, it infected his family.

Addie's oldest memory of Beau is holding a bowie knife to her mother's throat for burning the gumbo the day he'd gotten fired from his job, he was a volatile man with little advice to offer her other than, "This world's gon' tear apart a no good troublemaking fool like you Adelaide." he'd slur, before leaving the house in a storm of loud footsteps, curses leaving his whiskey-soaked lips, this often left the young girl home alone, Addie kept busy though, learning to cook for herself and survive without parental supervision, being raised by the singers of Depeche Mode and The Smiths, their lyrics and melodies a comfort during the stormy nights her mother was working a triple shift at the hospital, her father was down at the local bar drinking his sorrows away, Addie quickly began to enjoy being alone, finding the solitude a cold comforting blanket.

When she wasn't watching the dark skies of Sion pass her by, or sneaking food to the strays in her neighborhood, she was planted firmly before the living room television, eyes wide as she watched the furious and fast-paced movements from the fighters dancing around the ring, this channel was one of the only things her rickety old TV got without static, watching the fights gave her something to focus her rage on at first, but it didn't take long for that to not be enough, in five minutes she'd transformed her small living room into a makeshift gym, dragging her twin bed mattress out from her bedroom, the tattered fabric of the corners getting caught on the floorboards, she stood it against the wall, walking over to her house entrance, she props open the busted screen door with her hip, grabbing two heavy decorative crawfish statues from her mothers garden, the stone hot to the touch from being on the porch all day, palming one in each hand, it took a few moments of fumbling to work out the awkward grip but eventually she got it, with that she began to look over her shoulder at the television screen, she'd mimic the moves of the boxers with the weights in her hands, fists striking her upturned mattress with anger and passion, she did this until she was out of breath, dripping in sweat, arms burning from the exertion, she'd go on like this for hours, until her fingers were raw, until all she could feel was the pain she was responsible for.

It was the only thing that soothed the tsunami of hate and burning anger she'd known since she could remember.

On evenings she had the lonely house to herself, she'd spend all night pounding at her old used mattress so long, the sun would be rising by the time she stopped, not that you could see it with the heavy fog that seemed to lurk over the town like a ghost haunting an old house.

She'd go until all the anger and rage she had at the world dissipated, until the heat in her chest died down, even if only for a moment. Those few seconds after practice where the world was just her throbbing knuckles and her pounding heart, that's what she chased after. That rage served her well in the rough town of Sion though, most kids were meaner than shit, looking to prove something to their classmates by picking on anyone they sniffed out as different, they tried in vain to bully the reserved girl during her adolescence, be it for her tall height as she stood at 5'10 in middle school, bulkier than most of the boys in her grade, or the fact that she simply ignored their taunts, she was targeted.

There was one thing she was grateful to inherit from her father, he got tired of her coming home bloodied and bruised so he taught her how to fight one night, he was impatient and mean about it sure, but it was the one time they came close to bonding over anything. Her anger mixed with that small desperate part of her still begging for his approval made for a deadly combination, the worse off she left the other guy at the end of a fight, the better, in her eyes anyway.

She loved fighting, lived for it, the thrill, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she couldn't get enough of it. If someone so much as looked at her the wrong way on the wrong day, well let's say she's been thrown in juvie for aggravated battery once or twice.

She moved out of her mother's house at 19, unable to take the misery of her parents any longer, she packed her bags and left in the middle of the night, walking the streets of Sion with nothing but a duffel bag across her shoulders, She found herself knocking on the one person's door she knew she could count on, Jessica Vidrine.

She was a girl Addie had met in 10th grade, after the whole Elodie incident she didn't have many people lining up to hang out, all except Jessica, She'd been partnered with her for a science project, and instead of acting weary around her like most of her classmates, she treated her with kindness, no fear in sight, like she was a normal person. It immediately put her on Addie's good side, which turned out to be a good thing for them both, they both got a friend, and Addie got to direct her anger somewhere, the assholes who tried to screw with Jessica.

Jessica was a sweet redheaded girl with vibrant green eyes and a kind, dorky sort of grin, she wore thick coke bottom glasses, something that got her teased before she started handing out with Addie, no one messed with her anymore, not since she started being seen with 'Psycho Adelaide', the rumor that she was a headcase started going around after she brutalized Elodie back in 10th grade, anyone who knew her was smart enough not to mess with her, especially now that she grew into her muscles.

After high school Addie skipped college, she had no desire to go through any more hellish school than she already had, instead, she started working as soon as she could, and eventually, she settled as a bartender at Hex's, the dark southern gothic bar sat square on the main street of Sion, she liked it there, she could dress how she wanted and they played good music. She had a few coworkers she liked, but Harry Lebasque had to be her favorite, he was a grumpy bastard, way too young to have the hardened stare he held, she liked him because he didn't ask questions, didn't bother her with small talk, whenever the quiet male would speak it was always something worthwhile. It was the first night of Mardi Gras and she was working the mid-shift at the bar, wiping down the counter she watched the clock, counting down the seconds until she was relieved by Harry.

When he finally showed up she didn't bother to say anything instead handing him the keys for the night, and patting him on the shoulder.

It was another stormy night in Sion, the thick clouds and sprinkles of rain did little to nothing to deter the locals from their Mardi Gras festivities, as she walked the short walk home from the bar, she allowed herself to be swept up in the sights and sounds of the city, every inch possible was decorated in purple, gold, and green, performers roamed the streets in traditional costumes, a clown masked stranger handed her a flower as she passed him, watching her walk away until the crowd absorbed him.

She thumbed the single Louisiana Iris, stopping at a small cart selling freshly fried desserts, she grabbed a greasy bag for her and Jessica, then headed home to her small second-floor apartment.

The main celebrations in New Orleans, about an hour away from her town, seemed tame compared to what the locals in Sion did. The young adults found at Sion University were a special breed, drinking until they couldn't, snorting their parent's medicine cabinet, throwing empty glass bottles at pedestrians' feet as they passed by in their cars, doing donuts in their pickup trucks so hard their cars went on two wheels, the fact that the cops didn't give a rats ass about the debauchery that went on didn't help much.

Addie, now twenty-three, both enjoyed and disliked the holiday and the taste of chaos it brought to her town. Her favorite way to spend it was in her second-story apartment, people watching from her living room window. A small crooked grin stretches across her scared face as she observes the growing decadence in the street. She could smell the catfish po'boys from up here, her legs hung outside the window, dangling in the stormy hot winds of Sion.

She was barefoot enjoying the warm wind on her exposed skin, her hand dipping into the greasy white bag in her lap, it was full of pipping hot sugar-coated beignets sitting squarely on her thighs, she heard the jingle of her front door, and didn't even need to look to know it was Jessica, the frizzy-haired redhead coming over every Mardi Gras like clockwork to watch the large parade go by her street.

"Aye Yi Yi, Jessie! You grab the bubbles?" Adelaide asks, her cajun accent thick as she eats a beignet, the powdered sugar sticking to the corners of her full lips. "Mais yeah! it's the good stuff too." Jessica replies taking off her long green coat and hanging it by the front door. She joins Addie by the window pushing her glasses up on her large nose. "Whoo whee! Them college boys goin' crazy this year hein?(huh)" Addie says sucking her teeth at the sight of a rowdy group of fraternity brothers "They that crazy at school hm?" Addie opens the bottle of cheap champagne taking a large swig, her face turning bitter at the taste of the liquor, Jessica gives a weak laugh wincing at the sight of her classmates below them, "faut pas demander." (You shouldn't ask.) She responds weakly.

Addie sucks her teeth, "And them boys messin' with ya again hein? (huh?)"

Jessia sighed weighing her options, she could try to lie to Adelaide, a doomed task, or she could tell her the truth, but she knew where that would lead.

"The years almost over Addie, just forget about it." Jessica tries to dismiss her friend's concern by grabbing a beignet and quickly shoving it in her mouth, but Addie's not having it. She nods her head before taking another swig and suddenly launching the mostly full bottle toward the group of rowdy men. The glass shatters in an explosion of liquid causing them to erupt in drunken screams, they begin shouting obscenities at Adelaide, stumbling over one another.

Before Addie could respond a woman smeared with what looked to be red paint burst through the crowd, the people around her were too busy drinking and indulging to pay her any mind, she was in a short bright purple sequin dress, and something about her seemed so familiar, she looked around frantically before taking off deeper down main street.

"Did you see that?" Addie says her brows furrowed in confusion.

"Yeah, I saw you lose your shit on those guys- damnit Addie."

"No there was a woman-"

"There's tons of drunk people stumbling around I'm sure it was nothing."

"Hm," Addie says staring in the direction the familiar-faced woman ran off to. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong about that situation but figured it was out of her hands so she brushed it off, and continued to enjoy her night.

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