#;; LIKE THIS MAN CAN COMMIT CRIMES AND CAN COOK YOU A GOOD MEAL

[yxstxrdrxxm-a]

Albedo be creating horrors beyond human comprehension on a Tuesday afternoon and then goes home and cooks a nice dinner for date night. Get a man who can do both.

[seumyo]

todoroki shouto and his 8-month-old son having identical pouty faces.

It becomes trouble when your husband and 8-month-old son are quiet as you’re about to finish preparing dinner. You could sense it, like a superpower you could only unlock when you reached a certain milestone in life.

“It’s just a piece of soft biscuit. Maybe we can give him only a little—“

“No, Shou.”

You had only denied your son a snack once, and yet, the betrayal in his big, watery eyes made it seem like you had committed an unforgivable crime.

Your eight-month-old son, snug in Todoroki’s arms, was pouting hard—his chubby cheeks puffed out, lips trembling, and his tiny hands curled into fists against his father’s chest. Tears clung to his thick lashes, threatening to spill at any moment. He was the very image of pitiful distress.

And Todoroki?

He wasn’t much better.

He’s holding your son with an almost identical expression—unmistakably sulking, his lips pressed together in silent protest (but he knew he could never win this war against you). It didn’t help that your son was his near-perfect replica, down to the way his tiny eyebrows furrowed in quiet displeasure. The only major difference was this little boy inherited your eyes.

Thank the heavens, because you almost came to the conclusion that Todoroki reproduced by himself via asexual reproduction.

Because it was dangerous how alike they looked.

You crossed your arms, unimpressed. “Oh, come on. It was just one snack.”

Todoroki’s grip on your son shifted slightly as he responded, voice flat but clearly displeased. “It was just a small piece.”

The baby, as if understanding that his father was taking his side, whimpered softly and nuzzled closer to his father’s chest, letting out a tiny, heart-wrenching sniffle.

“Dinner is literally a minute away. He’ll survive.”

“He might starve and lose his healthy body,” Todoroki tells you warily.

“Shou, take one good look at our son. He’s chubbier than any of his older cousins, plus, we feed him formula 5 times a day, he eats solid food twice, and even gets a snack when he wakes up from his naps—so don’t tell me he’ll starve when he eats more than we do combined.”

Your husband didn’t argue further, but his silence spoke volumes. He gently rubbed your son’s back, sighing as the little boy let out another sniffle. You knew this game—Todoroki might not be saying anything, but his entire posture screamed, “I think you’re being unfair, but I won’t push it… even though I’m clearly upset.”

“The pouting isn’t going to work on me.”

Todoroki blinked, expression unchanged. “I’m not pouting.”

“You are,” you told him. “And he’s just copying you.”

At that, he finally glanced down at the baby in his arms. Your son blinked up at him, sniffling again before sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout.

They stared at each other for a long moment.

“…I think this is just his natural expression,” Todoroki finally said, deadpan.

“Uh-huh. I don’t think we’ll ever need a DNA test to prove that he’s yours.”

“Why would we need a DNA test when I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? And our son also looks like me—“

“Oh, Shou. It was a joke,” you sigh lovingly.

“Oh.”

Todoroki hummed, shifting your son slightly so he could wipe away a stray tear from the baby’s cheek. “Your mother is strict,” he murmured, speaking softly to him as if he wasn’t right in front of you. “Very heartless.”

“Excuse me?”

The baby hiccupped, seemingly agreeing.

Todoroki glanced up at you, the slightest hint of amusement evident in his eyes. “It’s true.”

You let out a disbelieving laugh. “Unbelievable. If I left meals to you, he’d be living off of cold soba and whatever random snacks you keep in the fridge.”

Todoroki didn’t deny it (for the most part).

“But I do take cooking classes now...”

“Mhm.”

He gently bounced your son in his arms, his gaze softening as your baby yawned, snuggling closer to his chest now that the dramatics had settled.

You sighed, stepping forward and pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “You’ll thank me later, little pouty boy,” you murmured before glancing up at your husband. “And you—stop ganging up on me with him.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he replied, completely straight-faced.

You gave him a knowing look. “Uh-huh.”

A comfortable silence settled between you before you turned back to the stove, giving the curry one last stir. “Dinner’s ready.”

He smiled. “Finally.”

You shot him a playful glare, though there was no real heat behind it. You took your son from his arms, adjusting him on your hip before pressing a small kiss to his chubby cheek.

“Alright, come on, little pouty boy.”

Todoroki followed closely behind. “Which one?”

You laughed at that.

“Both of you.”

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[atlantis-just-drowned]

A/N: Can you tell I'm obsessed with this man? In case you couldn't, here is one more x reader post about him. I wrote it all in one time. It's not even going to be the last. I wish I could say "enjoy" but 95% of my audience and probably of this website in general doesn't know about this man and couldn't care less about him. Still, enjoy my mad ramblings, losers.

CW: There will be a SFW and a NSFW part. For the SFW part: post-canon, mention of PTSD symptoms, maybe also implied cyber-bullying if you squint really hard. For the NSFW part: mention of choking, mention of death, love marks, dumbification, mention of edging, mention of being put on a leash

Damien x reader general headcanons

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Masterlist

SFW

Goofiest goof to have ever goofed

Damien loves being silly with you

Whether it's cracking dumb jokes, getting extra-cheesy, or even randomly spinning you around while he hums a song

He just loves to see you smile, and he can't help but be in a good mood when you're around

Delivers the worst pick up lines, but in a way that's so smooth you'd be almost admirative

Makes a lot of funny voices/tones all the time. Vocal stims go hardddd

Also lots of funny faces too

The amount of details about you he has memorized is insane, you became one of his biggest interests the moment he got a crush on you and he commit every single thing he learns about you to memory

Because of that, he also CANNOT shut up about you. Everyone on earth knows you're his partner

Shows you off on his lives, if you're at his place while he's doing a FAQ, at some point he's going to fetch you and put you on his laps so you can say hi

The first video he does after going back from Nevermoor he's talking about how he found the most perfect partner ever I swear he's down BAD

It definitely causes problem because his community is insane and not all of them are good people, but he does everything he can to protect and manage this aspect for you

I mentioned it in a previous post but I'm certain he has a 4chan account. I'm convinced that canon implies it and will die on this hill

Also, once again based on canon, I'm pretty sure he's a terrible cook, he can't make a good, healthy meal to save his life, which makes the fact that Freddie is good at it even funnier

Like, you've seen Freddie cook before (paywalled canon). It was awesome. You loved the meal. And the moment you leave this cursed place and Damien tries to cook something for you, it's burnt and terrible. The shift is so jarring it leaves you absolutely confused

His apartment is canonically an absolute disastrous mess, but once you start tagging along and you two regularly go to each other's place, he starts trying to keep it cleaner

However, the murder conspiracy boards stay ON

I think after everything that happened back in Nevermoor, he has a hard time talking about true crime like he used to

It definitely has a huge impact on his work and how he talks about those subjects

But it's also his biggest special interest and a way for him to externalize everything, so he doesn't stop his channel either

He also gets anxious and has panic attacks a lot more easily. Definitely keeps having sleeping issues (insomnia and nightmares mostly)

Expect to be treated as sleep medication. He cannot spend a good night without spooning you. You don't entirely solve his sleeping problems but he feels a lot less lonely with you by his side and it helps, in a way

Yaps at you. All the time. He loves yapping. Cannot shut up for the life of him.

Very dedicated boyfriend. Does everything he can to help you around and make himself useful

So affectionate too, he tells you how much you mean to him all the time. Looks at you like you're his entire world

He won't ever admit it but you just make him melt inside. He spent so much time building his cool, chill persona only for you to make him act like a flustered, awkward nerd

Honestly his vibes are somewhere between the nerd emoji and a himbo/himbim lmao

Zero survival instinct

I headcanon him to be AuDHD

NSFW

Carries a bottle of lube with him literally everywhere. I'm sorry but him behind paywall carrying lube in the most unexpected moment will forever be proof to me

Literally down for anything anytime and anywhere if it's for you. Seeing you turned on is a huge turn on for him

He tends to dom more but can sub too from time to time

Remember how I said he can't ever shut up? Yeah. He WILL keep rambling while he fucks you. He makes less and less sense the longer you're at it

Gets desperate so so easily. You don't even have to do much to keep him going. The closest Damien gets to his own end the more his voice turns pleading

Do I even need to mention that he likes it rough? It's just (paywalled) canon at this point. He fucks into you like a madman, he can't help it. Always asking you to go harder on him when you're in charge

Also loud as fuck. He not only can't stop making noises the whole time, but said noises can be heard from outside the motherfucking apartment. Don't even get me started on how bad it gets when he cums

You tried to edge him once. You had to convince your neighbors that they didn't need to call the police because what they heard wasn't your boyfriend dying a brutal and painful death

Loves leaving marks, whether it's you marking him up or the other way around, he just loves it. Hickeys, bite marks, bruises, nail scratches, chocking marks, lipstick if you wear makeup, you name it.

Also loves to fuck you stupid. He likes it when you do it to him but there's just something incredibly arousing for him in the idea of railing his amazing, clever partner so hard they can't spell their own name

He wouldn't mind being put on a leash either. Idk why I just think he'd like it. Definitely would get embarrassed about it tho.

[maislovebot]

GOOD MORNINGGGG

how do you think the rest of the DOA members would be like vampies? :3

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GOOD MORNING!! Sorry that this is so late, my professor assigned some super hard assignments smh🙏 I honestly find it very interesting to think about the bsd characters in some vampire au so ty for this ask:3

I don’t normally write for Fukuchi but because this is just a small blurb I figured why not! Bram is also different from the others, as his doesn’t take place in an au and instead takes place in canon. Everyone else’s takes place in an au where their vampirism has a completely different set of rules from Bram’s!! You won’t become mindless if they bite you ty

I feel like Fukuchi has the most control out of any of them? He doesn’t really bite you often because he feels like it’s immoral. He’s already committing enough immoral crimes that completely go against everything him and his image stand for. He’s a war hero after all, why would he want to hurt more people than he already has to, especially when hurting you isn’t even going to save anyone. The only real exception would be if he was quite literally starving, and if you’re in poor health? Forget it. He’s never biting you. He would never bite you recreationally, it would only be if he was hiding from another organization and hadn’t eaten in multiple days.

If he were to bite you though, it wouldn’t be very different. He is a man with a lot of willpower and control. He’s able to control himself better than anyone else on this list, in all honesty. He’ll drink the amount he needs to be sustained, then he’s finished. No more no less.

He would enjoy eating nice meals, like perfectly cooked steak, or other things similar. He wouldn’t be very fond of roadkill, because he has the funds to eat at 5 star restaurants pretty much every day. Why eat things he sees on the side of the road?

Bram is similar in the sense that he has self control. He’s aware of the fact that if he were to bite you, you’d be subjected to becoming nothing more than a mindless, blood sucking creature. That isn’t what he wants from you. He wants to be with you for the rest of his days, even if he knows it isn’t realistic because you’re merely human. He’ll try to simply come to terms with the fact he won’t have you for very long, but it’ll only take him maybe 4 months after he’s gotten his body back for him to go on the hunt for something that can make him human, or safely turn you into a vampire. He’s aware of the page because of Fukuchi, and it’s his number one goal to get a hold of it now. He’d prefer to get it by teaming up with whoever is in possession of it, but if that doesn’t work out, he isn’t afraid to take a more villainous approach. Anything to keep you.

In terms of biting you, he never has because he knows what will happen. But oh god has he fantasized about it. It’s all he thinks about. You’d look so pretty with his fangs in your neck.

He didn’t really eat much before he got his body, only being fed whenever Fukuchi had someone he wanted turned, but that didn’t happen much until the vampirism outbreak. Now that he’s gotten his body back, he doesn’t bite people as one, he would feel unfaithful to you, even if nothing became of it and it was purely for feeding. He also wants to make a conscious effort to be good for Aya’s sake. He eats food you make for him. He doesn’t really like going out in public often, so he allows you to cook for him. You’ve made plenty of meals with blood in them, like animals, but you’ve also introduced him to other types of food, and even if they serve him no nutritional value, he finds them delicious.

Fyodor would love to bite you. If you’re just another pawn on his comically large chess board, then he’ll drink your blood with no real intent of giving you anything in return. Sure, he’ll toss you a rag, but you have to clean yourself off! He’s so horrible. If he cares about you, however, he is strangely tender. He has a sense of self control, but sometimes he gets so desperate for your blood he can’t help himself! He’ll hold you down and nibble into your shoulder. He likes biting your shoulder a strange amount. He can’t explain it, it’s just a nice, convenient spot to bite. This is why he loves it when you wear tops with thin or no straps. Makes for east access! Also let’s not forget that this man is anemic. He’d like to bite you to help get his iron levels up, so at least him constantly asking for you to let him bite you has some practical use? If you say no to him biting you, he’ll respect it. He cares about you, he wouldn’t do anything against your will. You’re the light of his life, after all. You’re perfection, therefore, what you say goes.

Whenever Fyodor does bite you, he’s quite literally on top of you, straddling you. He likes the power it gives him, even if in your opinion, he looks rather pathetic biting you while literally straddling you and trembling from how good you taste. He also likes to bite you from the back sometimes. He’ll walk up behind you, hugging you and swaying from side to side before grazing his fangs over your shoulder, awaiting your permission. He is capable of pacing himself, but if he begins ti notice you're getting dizzy more frequently, or you're getting woozy while he's biting you, he'll stop and clean up your bite, wordlessly cleaning you up and cuddling you.

He also likes to eat fine dining. Nothing can quite compare to the taste of your blood, but there are some fair substitutes. He will drink your blood whenever the opportunity presents itself, but he'll also take the two of you out to a nice restaurant and let you order whatevee you please, while he'll order something simple and bloody.

Nikolai is certainly the most strange when it comes to his behaviors. When he bites you he’ll take the blood left over and wipe it on your cheek or something weird like that😭 he also likes biting you in weird places because he finds it funny?? Like he’ll nibble on your fingertips and shit just for funzies?? Similarly to Fyodor, he would bite you whenever given permission. He doesn’t try to limit himself, if you give him permission, why stop? He’d treat you like fine dining. You’re sweet and yummy and Nikolai can’t get enough of it! If you were to tell him no, say that you don’t want him to bite you, he’d roll his eyes playfully but agree. He obviously wouldn’t want you to leave him because he bit you without asking! Then he wouldn’t be able to drink your yummy blood anymore. He also does care about what you have to say, even if he doesn’t admit it because he feels like it makes him seem less free.

As I said earlier, he likes biting weird obscure places, like your fingertips. He’ll lean down like a gentleman and kiss the top of your hand, slowly trailing down and kissing your knuckles, then your fingertips, before finally nibbling your finger tips. As he kisses you he places him hands on your stomach to press you down onto the nearest couch or bed, so you’ll be sitting up comfortably while he leans ahead of you. He also likes biting places like your collarbones, arms, etc. as much as he likes biting in weird obscure places, the neck is nice too. It’s simple, but affective.

He pretty much only drinks your blood..he’ll go a few days without eating (luckily vampires can last sufficiently longer without food that normal humans can), so once you’ve rebuilt your energy he can drink your blood again. Rinse and repeat that process over and over again, and you’ve got Nikolai’s eating habits. He’s also a messy eater..there will be blood pretty much dripping from wherever he bit you when he’s done so he can wipe it on your face or body.

We’ve already talked about Sigma a fair amount, but I’m down to cover the basics. He loves to bite you, in fact nothing can quite compare. He’ll bite you and once he’s done he has this appreciative look on his face. He loves that you’re willing to let him bite you, but he also feels bad. He tends to space out when he bites you, and he prefers biting you in places that have more fat so it hurts less. He’s already a thigh guy but he especially loves biting you there.. your neck is also a good spot to bite though. It’s a little more painful for you, though, so he tends to not bite you there often.

When he’s finished biting you he’ll just lick up the blood, and get a towel. If you’re too tired he’ll just set you down and take a bath with you, bandaging up wherever he bit you. If you’re not, he’ll treat you real good to make up for it. He may love biting you, but somehow, seeing how you’re attached to him at the hip, clinging onto him for the rest of the day is even more satisfying. He finds it cute.

He loves eating stuff you make for him and stuff from nice restaurants, and despite the fact nothing can quite compare to you, he knows he can’t realistically drink your blood every day. You’d get sick, and not to mention it would cause a lot of swelling and bruising. He’d rather space it out.

I was tempted to make this sufficiently more nsfw, but I decided to refrain from anything sexual outside of biting as I didn’t wanna deviate from the original prompt too much..

[rubylarkspur22]

So! I've been listening to the Ithaca Saga like a madwoman. And I have thoughts.

I am no musician, I am no classicist. I am merely a gremlin with suspected ADHD and so many feelings about the finale to this musical.

Firstly, Anna Lea's voice is angelic. Ma'am, who was your vocal coach?! I WILL be belting to The Challenge until the end of my days, no one can stop me!

Penelope is just... Amazing. She's dedicated to her husband, and so cunning in delaying her remarriage as long as possible. If that ain't love, I dunno what is!

Ayron Alexander did such a good job, his voice is smooth like butter! And his acting is a thing of beauty!

That being said, Antinous deserved all of what he got. I would have gone to jail if I ever did the things I was ready to do to Antinous. It's a testament to the acting that I wanted to commit war crimes on him, though.

Hold Them Down was amazing in terms of vocals. Subject matter(namely the plot to SA Penelope) is a bit iffy, but I still enjoyed the song. Good tune. And also Antinous getting interrupted by an arrow to the neck, as he deserves!

Odysseus had me with goosebumps, people! The opening was amazing, and the sounds of the arrows flying and hitting suitors?! Especially that moment where Ody is doing a rapid fire at folks?! Jalapeño Man cooked, and gave us a Michelin Star Gourmet Meal!

Open Arms reference. Buddy immediately became a kebab for daring to use the Polites Method. The fools.

Telemachus trying to fight back, and being used as a hostage against his father? Oh, the suitors made a mistake, and it went horribly!

Jorge, the growling!!! That bridge, the way Odysseus genuinely sounded like a feral beast, he was going full Papa Bear, and ready to maul everyone who dared hurt his family!

The screams! Oh, the screams as Ody massacred every single suitor that dared to invade his palace!

Telemachus and Odysseus reuniting!

ATHENA!!! ATHENA IS HERE!!!

I loved the soft moment she and Odysseus had, talking about a gentler world! It makes it feel... Like a full circle moment. Kinda like Eliza gasping at the end of WLWDWTYS in Hamilton. It's that feeling that one of them knows the audience is there, trying to inspire the hope of that kinder world.

ODYSSEUS AND PENELOPE REUNION WHDBDHANWKXDPSIFBEHA *melts into a puddle*

This. WYFILWMA was the song that had me misty-eyed. ICHBW is a close second. To finally see Odysseus, after all the pain and suffering and struggle he went through, finally get home and hug his son and wife! Finally be home, finally get the one thing he wanted!

The olive tree bed! They included that! I'm no classicist, but I know about Penelope testing Odysseus with their wedding bed! JORGE INCLUDED IT!! And Odysseus having a little rant about the bed when Penelope tells him to move it!

The sheer joy in Penelope's voice as she sings "Only my husband would know that, so I guess it's really you!" She's so happy to finally have the love of her life back, and it brings me to tears every damn time!

I imagine during that instrumental reprise of Just A Man, Odysseus and Penelope are kissing. They're kissing with the passion only twenty years kept apart can create, and crying as they soak each other in for the first time in those twenty years. They've missed each other so much, and released every last ounce of love they couldn't express while apart in that moment.

TL; DR Jorge Rivera-Herrans, the man you are! Cooked, and the meal was worth the entire cast's weight in gold. This saga, and the whole musical, will be the only thing in my headphones for the next week, and will be getting played at least once daily afterwards.

I only got into Epic between the original Cyclops Saga and the Ocean Saga. I have not been here since the demos and the open auditions, like some fans. My love started by stumbling across Warrior of the Mind on TikTok. My list of Epic songs started with just Warrior of the Mind and My Goodbye, then eventually expanded to every song in this musical. And yet I still have enjoyed every last second of the process I was able to witness. I have laughed, I have cried. This musical has become one of, if not my favourite musical ever. My favourite music ever. I can't stop listening to it. Rarely do I see an Epic song while playing other music, and skip it when it comes. This will continue to be one of my comforts for a very long time. Of that, I'm certain.

I wish all the best to the Epic team. All of them. For their success, for their health, for everything good to come their way. They deserve it for all the hard work and dedication that went into this beautiful project. I hope we get to see it either on stage or on screen someday. Until then, I will happily watch animatics from the amazing and dedicated artists. And maybe I'll experiment a bit with my own? Who knows!

[cosyabbi]

51 Questions You've never asked about your characters (NaNoWriMo prep)

What does your character do when no one is looking? She draws runes & sigils on places i.e. protection, peace, good luck

What's the one thing your character would save in a fire? The family grimoire

Who's on speed dial? Her ride or die bff

Your character gets turned down for their dream job. What's their second one? Her dream is the cafe but her second job would be anything with food

What would they tell their ten year old self? The man you think is perfect, he isn't

Where would they want to go on a first date? Their dream first date would e going to a bookstore then a metaphysical store, then picnic and stargazing

What's the best advice they've ever received? Love should feel like the hearth, then you know you are home

What's the worst advice they've ever received? "Stay with me, I'm the best you'll ever get"

What's one physical detail they'd change about themselves? Her freckles

When was the last time they were held? By who? Her bff the day she left her hometown

what's their favourite thing about their favourite season? It's the season of change, Halloween, Baking cosy recipes

Their wallet gets stolen. What do they do? Cast a location spell and go looking for it

Prioritize: Love, Money, Power, Knowledge? Love

What's something nobody knows about them? If she has the opportunity she will perform her rituals and spells as they were intended in the nude

What's in their fridge? Ingredients for all her food and spell work, but they are the very best ingredients

What (creature, object, substance) are they most disgusted by? Processed food when she knows she can make it better themselves

What's their second worst habit?

What are the victory conditions for their life? To be content, to find love and to take over the cafe from her parents

In the end, your character fails to save the day. Assuming they survive, what do they do? Try to help as many people as they can

Your character is charged with a crime they didn't commit. What do they do? Brew a truth serum and tell the truth

Your character is charged with a crime they did commit. What was the crime? They turned full to the dark side and takes out many people

How would you describe your character's life in one sentence? Gilmore girls with magic

What important statistic would they want displayed above them? How many spells they have cast

What's the first thing they would by if they won the lottery? New and rare spell supplies

What profession do they most respect? Head of the coven

What childhood injustice did they never get over? What a supernatural at school bullied her bff and she stood up to them

How would they handle having a panic attack? They wouldn't they would need help to get over it

Your character is burdened with an inconvenient superpower. What is it? Her mood affects her baking and cooking, when she's mad it's burnt, when she's sad it's salty

If they died and could come back as any person, animal, or object, what would they be? A familiar of some kind

What's the best meal they've ever had? Their mother's Parkin

Where would they stand at a dinner party? Near the center of the room so they can speak to everyone

Who would they invite to the dinner party? Head of their coven, her bff, mmc, members of the coven, people from town

What makes a perfect day for your character? Waking up late, spending the morning baking, speaking to customers, then going home she would curl up with a book, fire going and music playing in the background

If given the opportunity, would they want to know how and when they died? No, they want to live life to the full without knowing when it will end

What's the one thing they've always wanted to do? Why haven't they done it yet? Travel to the oldest magical places, her exboyf wouldn't take her

What do they tend to joke about? That she uses cinnamon to cover up the poison in her food

What's off limits? Any kind of dark magic - exboyf dabbles in it

Whose wedding would they cross the world to attend? Whose funeral? Her bff

What impossible choice did they make that turned out to be the right one? Leaving her exboyf

Your character has someone to hype them up. What would they say to get everyone excited about your character? They are like a warm cinnamon roll, a fresh piece of Parkin, she's warm and comforting

What recurring dream does your character have? Walking through the trees in autumn and walking up to a tall, wide man tapping him on the shoulder and just as he starts to turn around she wakes up

What is the meaning of life to your character? To find the love of your life

If your character wrote a NaNo novel, would they be a planner, pantser or plantser? Pantser

What book does your character pretend to have read? The Great Gatsby

Someone takes undeserved credit for your character's work. What do they do? She casts a tiny hex that causes an inconvenience until they apologise

What controversial belief or view does your character hold? In this universe she believes that witches should be counted as supernaturals even though they are born human

Your character is at a theme park. Where do they go first? The Ghost train

What's your character's favourite name? The nickname from her mother [haven't decided a name yet]

What's the biggest compliment they'd give themselves? That they have time and a kind word for everyone

How does your character feel about bugs? They aren't their biggest fan but they won't kill them. They love bees though.

If your character could hit a reset button on their life, would they? No because it brough them to where they need to be

[hellostarposts]

Episode 72 - Takeaway

Craig Goodall

Maxwell Reiner mentioned

The peoples church of the divine host

BASIRA WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Torches need so many.

Jon is literally like “well that sucks for Basira anyways”.

Self claimed cannibal

Jon Haun?

He murdered his family and sold the flesh as meat in his restaurant.

It was probably the kebab.

Looking up what humans would taste like is definitely a flag on your ip address.

Just meant the shop owner is a good cook?

At least he was supporting a local.

Okay yeah this dude is a cannibal.

“Meat is meat” will haunt me

How do you suppose that he made chicken wings that were actually human.

Unless its boneless wings which is worse.

Okay the sign just saying food is hinting that it was always human meat.

How many times do they say kebab before it no longer sounds like a real word.

It being too clean is definitely suspicious.

Curiosity killed the cannibal.

Squatters would be a funny twist but I know that’s too normal.

They didn’t remove the crime scene tape? That is like a magnet for teenagers.

Ah white boy, typical but not what I guessed.

Why are you dragging others into this?

Consulting for committing crimes I see.

Why have I had the feeling that Jared is going to be encountered again.

I mean at least the kid wasn’t putting satanic symbols everywhere. Just what the shop owner said.

Nothing in the freezer is what you expect.

There better be fanart depicting the shop owner under the table with bolt cutters. I need to see if my mental image is correct.

There was nothing.

Now Craig will be meat.

Human fat candles.

Definitely always had been human meat.

He may become a meal but he’s not a racist

Damn that's a sharp knife.

Is the bit about Romans persecuting christians for allegedly being cannibals true? That's not something I’m willing to look up.

Ah the whole “body and blood of christ”

Yeah I can see why that was a thing.

Not listening and waiting to be killed is a mood.

HUge dark shape?

LEROY

Okay the implications about the lack of lost limbs is not good.

Well we know why the kitchen was clean.

That guy definitely survived.

Damn a fake name.

Noticeable lack of self defence wounds.

ITS THE NEPHEEW

Tom Han! The guy from the slaughterhouse.

Supplemental

No more tunnels.

But yes cult leaders.

Um okay so what the fuck. I honestly wasn’t expecting there to be a tie in to the slaughter house episode. I was shocked by the mental image of an asian man hiding under a counter with a grin. Is actually terrifying. I’m assuming that the next episode is about cult vs police. So I'm going to keep going.

[tenander]

Doing the Which of your OCs... asks for my homemade blorbos. Part 1: Question 1 - 13. (If you want to know more about these guys, check out their tags on my blog!)

has the best hair? As a certified impossibly-pretty-hair-enjoyer, that's a difficult pick. I'm gonna say Corzian, whose hair is ridiculously long, wavy and looks perfect all times even though he spent his entire youth sick in bed and now adventures daily with little to no time spent on its care. Elven privilege.

uses/would use the most products? Definitely Crim, he enjoys the ritual of pampering his own body and will happily take an hour to indulgently and thoroughly apply oils and creams and powders.

frustrates you the most? Zaphir, hands down. He is emotionally stunted, in a permanent state of paranoia and old enough to be very stubborn about his beliefs, and I want his story to be about finding inner peace and comfort and genuine companionship... but his story is the story of BG3, which is not conductive to overcoming trust issues. Hhhhhhhh....

makes you smile the most? ALL MY BLORBOS MAKE ME SMILE A LOT But Solstice's overflowing love and kindness is kind of infectuous, and sometimes he is also just really really funny in the most wholesome ways.

is the happiest? I think that'd be Qursa, now that he's reunited with his brother. He is with his family and they're doing good for the galaxy, that's all he ever wanted.

is the saddest? *slaps Crim* this bad boy can fit so much grief in him. He lost everyone he ever loved, as well as himself, and has to worry about losing more every single day. (He'll get better eventually.) I also have a yet unnamed guy percolating in my skull-raisin who is hella unhappy.

is/would be the first to die in a Horror scenario? Yukiro. He's a good fighter and a good sneak, but he is also in bad health and is the kind of man who would tell his team to "Go, I'll hold them off".

has been with you the longest? Making OCs permeates my life, so it's a bit hard to tell sometimes, but I think if we assume AU versions of an OC to still be the same character, then the OC I have had the longest and who has gotten new thoughts added within this year is Meredith, my Saints Row Boss. OG Meredith is basically retired (in a satisfying way), but there is a New Saints Row version of him.

is your newest? Fully existing, that would be my SWTOR Inquisitor, Ru'lonn, who will drag the empire into a new age of alien power even if he has to do it at forcelightningpoint. Still in larval form is unnamed guy, who achieved immortality in the worst possible way.

has the best butt? According to reliable and professional sources, Zaphir. He has been a Monk all his life, he could probably kill a man with his buttcheeks.

is/would be the most likely to get caught committing a crime? Novel would a) absolutely commit a crime for the sake of his townspeople or his temple and b) be really bad at it and get himself caught immediately.

likes/would like animals the most? It's a toss-up between Novel, the Ranger who was saved as a baby by ravens and is never without his own bird friends and loves all of nature, and (surprise) Qursa, who discovered that he is an exceptional healer because he can feel the pain of other living beings by noticing and healing injured animals as a youngling, and who still deeply cares for them now (except certain bugs, bugs are freaky).

can/could cook the best? I have had to realise that nearly all of my OCs have cooking skills ranging from "eh" to "oh god please no". In the context of this unfortunate trend, only Yukiro stands out as someone who can make a decent meal from nearly any ingredient he has available at the time, and makes amazing inarizushi.

[sammydem0n64]

MUNKIDORI HEADCANONS BEFORE I SLEEP‼️ (IF THIS FLOODS INTO THE CHARACTER TAG I MUST STRESS THIS IS GIJINKA AU MATERIAL LOL)

He’s got an Edo era binder (somehow DW abt it) and he binds UNSAFELY‼️ HE IS ALWAYS WEARING IT TO SLEEP AND SHIT DUDE IF YOU DONT TAKE THAT THING OFF‼️

Ethnically he’s Poke-Japanese (his origins are either from the first four regions or an unknown region, basically any Japanese coded region that isn’t Kitakami) but he was raised in Galar so… he’s got a bit of a British accent 😨 he’s mostly trained himself out of it bc it’s embarrassing but occasionally he’ll use some Galarian phrases, slang or the accent will pop out. And he hates every second of it.

Only child and YOU CAN TELL 🙄

He’s only like 38 but is often mistaken for being older due to his damn grouchy attitude and his stress lines

He often clings and hangs off Okidogi & Fezandipiti. Like he wraps himself around their arms and just dangles there. Y’know like a monkey

In the same vein he is a really good climber, def a parkour king and has used these skills to get out of sticky situations before

Before having neurotoxins injected straight into his head or whatever he was incredibly street smart! He wasn’t book smart but man he knew the streets!

He CAN see into the future (foresight) but only the immediate future. Sometimes he gets flashes of the future at random RIGHT as they were about to occur

So yeah he saw he and his partners’ deaths right seconds before they got jumped.

He HATES being lovey dovey and sappy but ultimately I do think he’s the most inwardly loving of the throuple, if that makes sense . He WILL get easily jealous when others try to get with his partners and he DOES get them thoughtful gifts with his own money instead of stealing them and he DOES love to snuggle in secret and he WOULD do nefarious things if it meant keeping them safe and he LOVES HE IS A LOVER‼️ but don’t tell anyone or else he’ll commit a crime

Popular media that feature the Loyal Three tend to either misinterpret him as being a much older man (like actual senior citizen.) or just baby face him. Cowards. You give that man his sideburns back NOWWWW

Ambidextrous if only because he forgot which hand was his dominant one after using his telekinesis to pick up objects for a few months, so when it came time to remember how to use his hands he was like “Shit I’ll just use both.”

MANLET‼️‼️‼️‼️

The de facto leader without Pecharunt because of his raw hubris.

Also the best cook outside of Pecharunt, everyone here can make a proper meal but Munkidori throws it out of the park 🫡

He misses his parent.

But he’ll never admit it.

[ausetkmt]

Walking into Mama Akua’s Community House for the first time is jarring but in a good way.

On the outside, it doesn’t look like much. In fact, if it wasn’t for the large pan-African sign in the front, most people would assume that it was just another old building slowly decaying in Z8ne (a local nickname for the 48208-zip code pronounced “Zone 8”). But once you step through the front door into the gathering space, your vision is bombarded with images of Black power and intellectualism.

Everywhere your eyes can fall, there are depictions of Black leaders, thinkers, and culture. Yet, the home still finds a way to feel extremely inviting. Seats and tables are readily available throughout the home, Black music fills the place from open till close, and the smell of home-cooked meals invites all who visit to stay for a while. Even without ever hearing about the house or its founder, it’s automatically evident to anyone who walks in that this is a safe space for Black people and a resource for the surrounding community.

Dr. Yusef “Bunchy” Shakur is the founder of Mama Akua’s Community House. Born and raised in Z8ne, he found himself engulfed in street life during his teen years and ultimately was thrown in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. However, it was there in that prison where he would meet his father for the very first time and where he would slowly rewrite his mental, intellectual, and spiritual state of being. By the time he was finally released, Shakur had transformed into a full-blown Black revolutionary with a burning desire to help his people.

The idea of creating a space for his community wasn’t new to Shakur. He had done something similar with a cybercafe that he ran a decade prior. What was different about this project was that he planned to renovate an old house in the area and turn it into a small-scale community center. The house would then serve two purposes, as a resource to the people of Z8ne, and as a form of resistance against the gentrification sweeping the city.

The name is a kind of social rebellion as well. Inspired by the Ghanaian culture of matriarchy and the philosophy of “giving people their flowers while they can still smell them,” Shakur decided to name the house after the still-living Detroit activist as opposed to naming it after some long-gone Black thinker.

Shakur further explained this decision in an interview a few months before the house’s completion. “As a Black man that had been influenced and raised by Black women, and overstanding that relationship, and part of our struggle is against patriarchy and we tend to, whether we realize it or not, especially as a man, uphold patriarchy in many ways. So I’m doing my part in deconstructing that in naming it after a Black woman who exemplifies liberation and exemplifies the values that we want to have to achieve it through transformation.”

The mission of the house is simple: provide resources to the neighborhood and cultivate Afrocentric thought amongst its visitors. According to Shakur himself, the best way to accomplish this is by being whatever the community needs.

“[We fulfill our mission] by being a multi-purpose space. We have the Amy Jo’s Gathering Space for folks to come in interact and engage. he Abigail kitchen where we cook a meal once a month and distribute it to the community. We do movie nights. There’s an after-school program that runs out of here. There’s outdoor events. There’s just a multitude of things that we do. And keep in mind that we’re in a neighborhood that has been under siege by high-level gentrification that’s taken away from the quality of the community and we’re continuing to fight for the quality of the community.”

With the help of other like-minded individuals they call “community partners,” the house is able to offer things like free daycare on Thursdays, F.A.T (Fresh And Tasty) Burger Fridays, where they offer fast and healthy food at a low price, and free community dinners every last Saturday of the month. Wednesdays through Fridays, Mama Akua’s operates like a workspace where anyone can sit down and enjoy a cup of coffee or juice while getting some work done.

Mama Akua’s does much more than feed the hungry, however. In addition to their normal services, the house hosts several classes and seminars put on by community partners monthly. Everything from courses on personal finance to group talks about romantic relationships is hosted in their classroom. Small businesses can set up a table at their “Circulate the Black Dollar” pop-ups and sell they’re products. Several donation drives and giveaways are held throughout the year. Local artist can use their indoor or outdoor stage for their performances.

In many ways, the community partners of Mama Akua’s are just as important as the building itself. The house may have been Shakur’s dream, but it fully belongs to the neighborhood. Not only do the residents of Z8ne benefit from the house, but they contribute to it. From the classes to the donations, Mama Akua’s is for the people, by the people. What they put in they get back both monetarily, and timewise.

“If there’s 10 programs operating out of here, seven of them are with our community partners, and three of them are in-house,” Shakur said. “We truly believe that circulating the dollar, particularly the Black dollar, is not about improving our bottom line. So if you come buy a burger here, there’s a percentage of those funds are going directly back into our community initiatives and our community programs.”

Despite being small, Mama Akua’s Community House is having a big impact on the community it serves. As the threat of gentrification looms larger with every passing day, the house also grows stronger with every person who comes through their doors looking to contribute.

In fact, Shakur and his collaborators are already working on creating a second community house right next to the first and are considering combining the two backyards so that they can host larger outdoor events. Only time will tell if Shakur’s plan to fight gentrification will succeed, and only he knows how many houses he plans to buy and repurpose. Whatever the case may be, two things are for certain: Dr. Yusef Shakur doesn’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon, and the people of Z8ne have his back.

Mama Akua’s Community House is a Place for Hope in Zone 8 | The Michigan Chronicle

[cod-dump]

Cooking/Food:

Ghost: Man has a iron stomach and has been surviving off anything he can get his hands on. He doesn't cook because he simply doesn't care and food presentation means nothing to him. If something needs to be cooked to become edible he will but he doesn't go beyond instructions. Salt and pepper is the most he's willing to use to season. One of the only people who isn't afraid to eat whatever Alex makes.

Roach: More of a food thief rather than a cook. He knows the basics about cooking and normally just lives off microwave meals. Will steal someones food unless he has a reason to not want to. Anything made by Ghost is out of the question and he ignores Alejandro/Rudy's homemade meals because they might kill him.

Graves: Doesn't cook much but actually is a very good cook. Southern comfort/soul food is his specialty. Man knows how to make the crispiest, juiciest fried pork chops you have ever had. Has made food for people that he liked in the past but now only cooks for himself and that rarely happens. The stars have to be aligned for him to be in the mood to cook.

Soap: Fantastic cook. Roach tries to steal from him the most even though Soap is not above killing someone for his food. He loves to cook and loves to cook for people he cares about. If you're hungry, ask and you will be satisfied. Soap is all about fresh ingredients, has a variety of spices, the most expensive cookbooks and cookware-- Used to dream of being a chef but had a change in career paths in his late teens.

Price: Is a very good cook and is the master of making gourmet meals out of scraps and poor choice ingredients. Can make a five course meal out of a 'empty' fridge. The quickest way to his heart is a home cooked meal, doesn't matter if it's good or not. Absolutely will feed anyone if they ask him to cook. Loves to cook, much like Soap.

Farah: She knows how to cook pretty well but she doesn't do it often. Tends to only cook for special occasions and for certain people. Food is her love language and you know where you stand with her if she offers you a plate. Farah doesn't shy away from spice and loves buying exotic spices when she's traveling. Has multiple different kinds of the same spice because she can't help herself.

Alex: Commits food crimes on the daily. Makes unholy concoctions and has been banned from the kitchen on multiple different occasions by various people. Has actually made Graves cook by simply being horrible at cooking. No one knows if he's trying to purposely burn water or if he's just shit in the kitchen. Food is also his love language but because of his inability to cook he just buys expensive food for people.

Alejandro: Like Alex he is shit in the kitchen. But, unlike Alex, he doesn't commit atrocities or accidentally summon demons when in the kitchen. Alejandro will eat anything and his high spice tolerance means almost nothing scares him. Has a very diverse palette and can pinpoint ingredients with ease.

Gaz: Man is spoiled by Price and Laswell's cooking. He doesn't eat frozen meals and usually makes himself simple meals. He isn't the best cook but he makes edible and alright tasting food. Gaz loves to watch others cook and also loves helping. If his presence is unwanted in the kitchen he will leave but if no one tells him he can't stay he will watch the person cooking's every move.

Laswell: Is full of culinary secrets and loves to cook. She loves making everyone fresh homemade meals. Sends care packages to those closest to her whenever she can. Laswell knows secrets that Soap has been trying to pry out of her for the last couple years. Her recipe book is hidden for a reason.

Rudy: Has taken culinary classes once upon a time plus learned from his grandmother before she passed. Loves cooking and cooks to relieve stress. Makes meals big enough to feed a village so he keeps his kitchen stocked. Loves spice and food made personally for him will melt your face off. Doesn't mind cooking for people as long as they directly ask him. Food thieves have learned to fear him.

Nik: Don't let him cook. Everyone who knows better makes sure he's not in the kitchen without supervision. He doesn't see what the problem is. He's only summoned a demon one time.

[artsninspo]

Can you make an imagine about Jamie getting out of jail and all the emotions and excitement 😩 She’s waiting for him and he missed her a lot and in that scene with all his friends & Aaron she’s also there and everyone thinks they’re such couple goals even jaq🤣Then they go home and some smut 🤭❤️

REUNITED

Authors Note: This was a fun one to write, feel good fluff, family, friends and a happy couple. This one feels like summer love.

Pairing: Jamie (Topboy) X Reader

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Language, Smut

❤❤❤

You smile at the tailor as you take the measurements of the suit again to ensure it fits Jamie like a glove.

“He’s lucky to have you” the old man says looking over his glasses.

“He is” you agree seeing everything is perfect.

“If you need anything else, you come by. It’ll fit perfectly you have my word” he assures and you nod.

“Thank you Lorenzo” you nod and he has one of his men, a younger man that looks like security, zip the suit into the bag. You fold the garment bag over your arm. It's been six long months since Jamie was taken into custody for a crime he didn't commit. It's been six months since you've seen him, felt him, touched him, laughed with him, argued with him, heard his voice. Getting into your car you hang the suit. It’s the least you can do. Checking your phone you check the time and head to the school to pick up Stef. It's also the least you can do. Being there for his brothers is as close as you can be to him at present. You arrived a little early and sent Stef a text understanding his blues lately. His nerves have been getting to him so you try to be around as much as possible.

You watch him walk out with his head down and a smile crosses his face as he sees your car. He checks his phone before running over and getting in.

“Y/N” he smiles and you do your handshake with him.

“How was school?” you ask.

“Good, but I’m worried about Jamie - do you think he’ll come home?” Stef asks.

“Yes, he's coming home” you affirm not allowing any other outcomes to creep into your consciousness. Stef looks unconvinced so you start the car up pointing to the garment bag.

“What's that?” he asks.

“A suit for Jamie to wear so he looks respectable, it should go a long way. To convince them that the man that takes care of his brothers is a good” you reason so Stef understands his brother isn’t who they’ve made him out to be.

“You think he’s gonna like his room?” Stef smiles and you do the same thinking of the hours the two of you put in searching for the perfect pieces and then the hours with him and Aaron putting together the new furniture. You’d managed to temper their sadness. It was time spent laughing, joking, reminiscing on good times with Jamie and planning for his release.

“He’s going to be upset at first, you know he loves his privacy but when that wears off I’m sure he’ll like it” you laugh.

“Did you get anything new you need help putting away?” Stef asks always willing to help.

“No but after the verdict tomorrow when they give a release date I’ll need your help preparing a welcome home meal” you wink and he beams.

“He’s gonna be so surprised my cooking is on fire now, chef Stef” he exclaims with animation.

“Pleasantly surprised” you tease pulling up at the house. You head up to his place and see Aaron and Kit having a conversation in the living room.

“Got his suit” you hold up the garment bag.

“I know, Lorenzo said you measured it twice and said every man needs a girl like you” Kit laughs.

“It’s all you'll let me contribute, so it has to be perfect” you shrug and Aaron scoffs. “Oh now you too, what's so funny?” you ask and his eyes meet yours.

“You picked up the suit and picked up Stef from school today?” he asks.

“Yeah?”

“And you took Friday off to clean, we redid his room and he doesn't need to go shopping for months - you do a lot!” Aaron reasons and you find yourself able to exhale.

“I’m just trying to help” you reason feeling useless.

“You are Y/N, here's another love note” Kit laughs, tossing you a white envelope you’ve come to look forward to. Your inability to hide your smile makes Kit and Aaron laugh at you but Stef has your back giving you a hug.

“You lot are goals still. Later Aaron, Stef, i'll be here at eight so we can go to trial” Kit says getting up to leave.

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Your heart beats out your chest as you scroll through your phone trying to make sure you’ve done everything on the comprehensive list. Jamie's flat has been cleaned from top to bottom, the fridge is stocked with his favourite foods, you and Stef will cook his favourite meal in an hour or two so it's fresh for when Kit gets back with him from the prison. Aaron has his phone on facetime discreetly as he sat in the court. You and Stef sat at the round kitchen table to listen, when the judge found him not guilty you and stef jumped up and down in an embrace laughing, screaming and eventually crying happy tears. That was a week ago, you don't understand how it could take the courts six days to free a man found not guilty but that's the judicial system. 

Your eyes go back to the list.

Wax

Lash fill

Mani Pedi

Groceries

Laundry

Dishes

Carwash & detailing

Hair appointment

Take Stef to the barber

Lingerie

Pack Jamie's release bag (clothes, underwear, cologne, jewellery)

Drop off Jamie’s release bag with Kit

Rearrange/Ready Jamie’s bathroom

Prep family dinner

Set the table with Stef

You drive back to the flat not feeling as at ease as you should after having a day of pampering and an impromptu yoga session to loosen you up after six long months. Stef opens the door before you can use your key.

“Come on! Aaron called they’re on their way. Jamie was released early” he shouts looking good with his fresh cut.

“Everything is ready. All we need to do is put it in the oven and cook it” you remind him.

“Remember you said you didn't want to smell like you’ve been cooking, we have an hour thirty to get it done and shower”  Stef says, your organisation having work off on him - you smile when you see the table is set and check it off your to do list. Dinner is prepared and ready in no time. You find yourself looking in the mirror at your reflection as a flurry of butterflies have a party in your stomach. Excited isn’t even close to describing how you feel. Running your lip gloss over your lips you pursue them together to make sure it's not too sticky. You spray Jamie's favourite fragrance all over yourself and reach for the bracelet he bought you to put it on. You run through your memory hoping not to have forgotten anything. Stepping out of the bathroom and into his room that has effectively become yours in his absence you stand in front of the mirror and hope he likes everything.

“Y/N, he’s five minutes away” Stef all but screeches bursting into the room.

“How do I look” you ask, turning around.  The outfit is simple.

“Beautiful, now come on” he shouts, moving with urgency, grabbing your hand and rushing you out of Jamie's room.

“Stef I need to put on my trainers” you laugh stopping to put them on before Stef yanks you out of the house. 

“Come on” he bounces impatiently as you lock up only for him to all but run to the lift before deciding to drag you down the stairs. You hear Papi’s Home by Drake playing and cheering and see Jamie smiling among his friends. It’s surreal and you pause as Stef makes a run for his brother. The impact knocks Jamie off balance slightly as the brothers share a meaningful moment. Seeing both of them happy warms your heart and you continue to the crowd. Stef, let's go first, then Jamie. His eyes look up searching for you smiling when you meet again. You feel your smile turning to a full beam as you speed walk into his arms. He smiles too, picking you up. You wrap your arms and legs around him over the moon.

It's sensory overload as you make note of the way he makes you feel and how much you've missed him. Your heart is full and you hold onto him tight never wanting to have to deal with being a part for so long ever again. You’re so in the moment that it's a while before you hear cheering. You laugh, kissing his cheek when you hear his friends hooting and hollering at your reunion. Jamie laughs too, setting you down. He plants a kiss on your neck as he’s passed a bottle of champagne to pop.

“I missed you so much” he says into your ear until the celebration begins to hush. You watch as Kit pushes Stef and Aaron behind him. Jamie catches the gesture too, turning as he pushes you behind him. You tense as a black car pulls up. Jaq gets out.

“Not now Jaq” You snap, stepping from around Jamie only for him to push you back behind him.

“Peace offering love. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Man like Jamie is a lucky one.” Jaq says, revealing the bottle. Jamie tenses not wanting to make peace with the people who betrayed him. But he steps forward to take the offering from Jaq. “She’s a good one blood, she’s a princess and knows I box. We went to secondary school together - she cussed me all the same. Didn’t know she knew words like that” Jaq shares quietly you can hear because youre the closest to her and Jamie nods smirking in spite of the hostility between them because of Dushanes actions.

“We’ll then let's not start her up” Jamie says, taking the bottle and standing his ground as Jaq heads into her car leaving only for the celebration to resume.

“You cussed Jaq” he asks once the festivities resume.

“Not quite cussing, more like telling the truth with a passionate delivery” you smile pretending to be innocent.

“And what if she hit you?” Jamie asks, going all protective. You smile rolling your eyes, not at all sorry.

“She was too shocked to swing” you smile and he hugs you again.

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Jamie looks around the spotless home as Stef shows him around their home talking a million miles a minute. He can't help but smile, he’s missed his younger brother. What can't be ignored is the femine touch. It's not overstated but it's a home again. He watches Stef go on about his newly configured room that you helped him redecorate. The change between what Kit told him and now we're worlds a part. It’s just one of the things he can't thank you enough for. The scent of his favourite meal brings him into the kitchen.

“You did this?” Jamie asks getting a plate to get a taste of something home cooked.

“Yeah, Y/N helped a little” Stef smiles sitting at the table.

“So how's school?”

“Jamie, everything is patterned. Y/N was on us like you are only she's nicer, she's more fun about it” Stef teases and Jamie smiles because it feels like old times.

“I’m glad you get along” Jamie tells his brother, taking one mouth watering bite.

“We do and we work well together too - I cant wait till you see your room” Stef beams and Jamie takes a few more mouthfuls. 

“Stef I know it was hard while I was gone and I’m sorry about how it happened”

“Me too” Steph rasps hugging his brother. “Y/N said to enjoy the moments and make memories and only dwell on the good parts of the past”  Stef shares, reminding of another reason to love you.

Jamie returns to the festivities noticing everyone enjoying themselves and getting along. Numbers from his crew look good and he can't help but notice the relief in their expression now that he’s back to sort things out. His time in jail had been hard on him for a multitude of reasons. It wasn't just him doing time but so was everyone he loved and who loved him. The guilt was a little unbearable at first. Kit had been checking in on you and Stef and Aaron and none of you were any good at pretending to be alright. Those calls the first two weeks had been brutal. It felt like everything he did was for nothing - Aaron was livid and Stef was traumatised, scared and lonely. Aside from Kit you were the only person that believed him instantly. You knew he’d never be careless enough to endanger his brothers. Kit had told you how things were going and it took some time but slowly you did your best to undo the slump Stef and Aaron were in. The three of you were able to be there for eachother, lean on each other and uplift one another through hard times.

Swallowing Jamie is overwhelmed with gratitude at the state of his affairs being in order. Business had not suffered too much, more importantly neither did family. Everyone is getting on fine, smoking and drinking, and Jamie finds you stacking up discarded cups with Aaron. Heading over Aaron looks up first smiling at his brother before you notice Jamie. He gives your temple a kiss holding an arm around you.

“Apparently you're supposed to show me my room” Jamie says.

“Stef was able not to?” you ask, turning to Aaron in surprise.

Jamie smiles “He showed me everything else, you lot did a good job cleaning up the house” 

“Thanks, Y/N Kept us on track. Y/N why don’t you go show him his room - I got this” Aaron offers.

“Come on” You smile while taking Jamie's hand. He follows as you leave the room for entertaining and head to the stairwell to head to his flat. You barely make it to the secluded area before Jamie takes your chin kissing you. It's loving and needy and meaningful. The passion in it is strong and it takes you a little off guard as you settle into it, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you feel your nipples get hard. Jamie pulls away first and your chest heaves. You're short of breath and overwhelmed by emotion.

“I love you babe, I love you and I’m sorry for not being here” he apologises in earnest but this situation isn't something you hold against him.

“I love you too” you admit with a smile. You feel butterflies and close your eyes as you shake your head in disbelief.

“What?” Jamie asks.

“It just feels so good to be able to say it to you and not write it” you admit.

“You have no idea” Jamie swallows, not knowing where to begin showing his appreciation. You make it to his door and unlock it. You stand behind him covering his eyes  as he pushes the door open.

“Okay on the count of three, open your eyes” you explain. “One, two thre-” your countdown is interrupted by Jamie who turns around picking you up. You gasp.

“Y/N, babe, I dont give a flying fuck about this room right now. I care about the woman in my arms. I’d like to admire you first”  he says holding you and you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Jamie” you moan as he kisses your neck laying you onto the bed. “Everyone’s downstairs for you” you reason, trying to be rational. Jamie's lips drag against your neck as his hands push up your shirt. His fingers run over the lace of your unlined bra feeling your pebbled nipples. You curse yourself for not wearing a dress for easier access as you reach for his waistband.

“No no” he says stepping forward and your hand slides up his shirt feeling more defined abs than before he left. He pushes you further onto the bed to unbutton your jeans. You watch his eyes wash over your nearly bare bottom half. He licks his lips still dedicated to your pleasure before his own. Opening your legs he smiles seeing your panties are crotchless.

“For me?’ he asks but a nod is all you can manage, hot, bothered and nearly over the edge. His lips find yours and this kiss is intoxicating, the passion is white hot. Jamie's hand finds your centre massaging the sensitive areas. There’s no withholding your moans, you don't even try. Your hands reach for his waistband again and you find his manhood rock hard. You break the kiss momentarily as you free him from his boxers and stroke his length. You’ve missed it. You smile, pecking his lips.

“I need to be inside you right now” he groans, strained.

“I need you inside me” You beg in response and there's a flash in his eyes. He gets off the bed heading to his dresser to get a condom. Once it's on he comes back leaning down to french kiss your centre for a few moments before getting back on the bed. You move in unison scooting up so your back and neck are on the pillow comfortably as he hovers over you. Your eyes are locked on each other as he enters you slowly. Both of your eyes narrow until they close from the overwhelming sensation. It’s ecstasy, every inch as your bodies acclimate. You feel your body responding to his length as your arousal builds. Your eyes open at the same time he smiles, beginning to give you languid strokes. Your breathing shallows at the sensation, at the intimacy. You watch him, watch the love in his eyes. It's unmistakable and your heart swells feeling the exact same way. Missionary is for love making, this can't be mistaken for anything else.

“Fuck” he whispers picking up the pace and your head cranes back, legs opening more to give him better access. Somehow his strokes grow deeper, the determination in his expression intensifies.

“Jamie, I love you” you mutter nearly delirious.

“Fuck” he groans closing his eyes as he tries to last but his passion only brings you closer to the edge. You can feel your body begin to overheat as your walls clench against him.

“Faster” you moan as he curses under his breath. His head bows as he works his way to a faster rhythm. You feel him hitting your spot, each stroke sends ripples of pleasure all over. You moan again, closing your eyes as you feel him shudder. His chain swings and you take hold of it pulling him in closer.

“Babe” he breathes hushes as his forehead falls on yours. Your lips find each other and you switch positions. On top you lean down to kiss him, you smile seeing lust swimming in his eyes as you begin to ride him only partly naked. Still, his eyes are full of want. His hand free’s your breast from the cup of your bra as you move your hips slow taking him deep the way he likes. He sits up and kisses your tit as he holds your hips stroking into you as he matches your rhythm. 

“Yes” you whimper and you both move at a feverishly, coming hard and fast, your body buzzing from the familiar feeling. Jamie pulls you even closer and you hold each other sitting in his lap, the lotus position. He stays hard and you clench around him feeling the last waves of your climax. The kiss that follows is like the first passionate and loving. You smile pulling away as your chest heaves from lack of oxygen. You hug him tight, needing to be close to him.

“I needed that” you confess, taking in how it feels to be with him again. Jamie plants a kiss on your shoulder. “I need you here, home with us” you specify.

“I know, I’m not going anywhere.” he promises as you let go to look into his eyes. It's impossible not to smile at your new reality. He’s free. You put your tits back into your bra and bull down your shirt.

“What are you doing?” Jamie questions.

“You have people who want to celebrate downstairs,” you remind me.

“There’s nothing but lads in jail, I’m still hard can't you feel it?” he asks and there’s no ignoring how he fills you. 

“Jamie” you laugh getting up only to feel a little empty. “Tell them goodbye, have dinner with your brothers and I then we can go at it until we pass out tomorrow while Aaron and Stef are at school” you tell him heading to the bathroom to wash up.

“Nah, fuck that - youre gonna have to be quiet tonight. You think I can wait till they’re at school?” Jamie asks behind you. You wipe yourself off, washing up and he does the same. You wash your hands and find him watching you in the mirror.

“What?’ you blush and he  stands behind you so youre body to body again.

“Aaron said you were here all the time so where are your things?” He asks, looking around the sink. 

“I put them up, I know how you are about your space.” you explain.

“Babe, our space” he clarifies. He gets on a pair of boxers before looking around at his new room. “Shit” he gasps as you pull your jeans back on. Perks of a quickie, it's all the clothes you're missing.

“You like it?” you ask as he starts taking in the details. The furniture is all black now, matching. The blue accent wall remains and so do the photos of his parents; only the frames are silver to match the accent of metallics.

“I love it” he smiles, pecking your lips.

“Good” you blush, handing him his pants. Looking yourself over in the mirror of his dresser your afterglow is unmistakable. You reapply your lipgloss and take Jamie's hand as he’s ready to return to his people. It's quieter now as you get to the bottom of the stairs. You reenter to know looks, people smile but its Sy sho shouts clapping. You laugh first, maintaining a poker face isn't your strong suit.

“Why are they cheering?” you hear Stef ask and laugh as Aaron shrugs pretending to be oblivious.

“Alright, alright” Jamie hushes them as he grabs a bottle. “I love you lot, I appreciate how all of you stepped up to take care of each other and keep everything smooth while I was away. Thank you” he addresses. He gets responses of affirmation telling him there's no need for thanks and that they’ll always be there for him.

“Always bruv” Kit smiles and they do a handshake.

“You lot can stay and drink, but I’ve got to go have family time” He says with an arm around you. It's goodbye and he turns. It's Stef, Aaron, yourself and Kit. Everyone gets a plate and conversation flows, Stef goes on like a chatterbox. It's wholesome and heartwarming - so is the way Jamie keeps stealing glances at you. You find yourself relaxing for the first time in six months.

Jamie’s home.

❤❤❤

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[ithoughtitwasobvious]

I Will Know You Forever

Rating: Explicit! (18+ Mature Readers Only) 

Pairing: Boba Fett x Female Reader 

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all), brief angst, brief allusions to death/violence. 

Words: 3.3k 

Summary: You're an ex-mercenary who was invited to join Boba Fett's new criminal empire. As you get to know the older bounty hunter, your feelings for him begin to develop beyond the point of simple camaraderie or friendship. You never expected to go to bed with the man, much less fall for him, and yet here you are, now in a serious relationship. After being together for quite some time, you and Boba make the surprising decision to get married. You never thought the infamous Boba Fett would be the marrying kind, however he always has a way of proving you wrong.  

Tags: Boba Fett x Female Ex-Mercenary! Reader, Post-Sarlacc Boba, Established Relationship, Smut, PIV Sex, Making out, Age-gap if you squint, Wedding vows, Marriage, Soft Porn With Feelings, Mandalorian Wedding Traditions, Boba Speaks Mando’a, Boba Fett is perfect soft husband material and no one can tell me differently! 

Note: Mando’a translations: Meshla- beautiful Gedet'ye- please Gar serim- That's it Ori'jate- very good Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner riduur- I love you, my wife/husband/spouse      

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“Finally,” you breathed a sigh of relief to yourself as you closed down your data pad. You had spent the better part of your day conducting inventory down in the shipping dock of the palace. Over time, you had taken over most of the book-keeping and administrative duties that came along with running an underground crime empire. Most of those responsibilities centered around tracking the movements of funds and, of course, keeping counts of all of the various goods that needed to be constantly stocked within the palace walls.  

You had been trying to get ahead of yourself a bit by conducting your quarterly inventory a few weeks early. You were typically prompt with your counts, but this time was intentionally early because you and Boba would soon be going off world for a few rotations. Typically, an excursion like this would be taken to collect payment for a contract or to meet with allies. However this time was different. This time, you and Boba would be traveling off world to be married. 

You truly thought that you would never see the day when you and Boba would tie yourselves to one another in any official kind of way. The connection that you two shared had been strong from the day you met, and had only grown stronger over time. In many ways, you already acted as though you were a married couple. You lived together, slept together, cooked meals together, shared your deepest thoughts and feelings with one another shrouded by the darkness of your bedroom. Any other partners had quickly fallen by the way side once you’d become enthralled with one another. You acted as a largely typical couple, excluding the fact that you were an ex mercenary and he was the undisputed king of the Tatooine criminal underworld. 

Still you never expected your relationship with the notorious bounty hunter to ever turn into a marriage. Boba had always been slow to trust and, at one point in his life, completely opposed to any kind of a committed relationship with another person. However age and his brush with near death in the sarlacc pit had caused some of his priorities to shift. He found himself for the first time in his life slowing down and making plans for the future rather than traversing the galaxy in the Slave I, bouncing from job to job without a moment to breathe.  

Before meeting Boba, you had been of a similar mindset. You were a young mercenary with a dark past killing for a living because it was all you knew. Much of your life had been spent on your own, laying in the dark on your ship at night wondering if this was all that you would ever be; a trained warrior with no war to fight, a hired gun doomed to a life in the shadows. Then Fennec contacted you to come join Boba Fett’s budding criminal empire, and your world was flipped upside down. For once in your life you weren’t being paid to end lives. Boba’s rule was firm, but was based on respect rather than fear. He sought to form relationships with his rivals and to bring them into his fold as opposed to annihilating anyone who could be perceived as a threat to him. You admired Boba, and as you continued to work closely alongside him and Fennec, you found that your admiration for the older bounty hunter was quickly growing into something more.  

You smiled wistfully to yourself as you placed your data pad on its charging port and exited the shipping dock. You began to walk the familiar path through the halls back to your living quarters on the other side of the palace. This was your favorite time of the day, when the palace was silent other than the occasional whirring of a maintenance droid, or the scuffling of a mouse on the tile floor. Coupled with the cool air of desert night, it was a far cry from the loud, bustling, scorching hot environment that was Mos Espa during the day. You finally caught sight of the hallway that led to your personal rooms. However before you could enter, you were intercepted by the other occupant of your chambers heading in the opposite direction.  

“There you are,” Boba greeted you as he came to a stop in the doorway. “I was just coming to look for you.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you glanced down at the chrono on your communicator.  

“I’m not that late am I?” Boba hardly ever came looking for you at the end of the day, apart from the few occasions where you got so engrossed in your work that you lost track of time. 

“No, you’re not princess,” He assured you with an amused chuckle. “I only needed to talk to you.”  

“Well, can you talk to me in the fresher? I’m tired and would like to get ready for bed.” You made a move to step around him so you could walk the rest of the way to your quarters, however he clasped his large hands over your shoulders to prevent you from doing so. 

“Actually, no princess. That’s the whole purpose of my needing to talk to you.” Your head cocked to the side in confusion as you stared back at him. 

“You need to come with me to the landing platform. We are leaving tonight.” At first you didn’t catch onto what he was saying. 

“Leaving? Where?” As soon as the words were out of your mouth, it hit you. Your eyebrows rose up toward your hairline as you stared back at him in wide-eyed surprise.  

“But.. we weren’t supposed to leave until tomorrow,” You stammered out, your tired brain working over time to try to make sense of what you’d just heard. “I haven’t even packed yet!  And Fennec isn’t supposed to be back from that meeting to take over the throne until the morning!” 

Boba smiled softly at your worrying, reaching a hand up from your shoulder to gently caress the side of your face. “Our bags are already packed and waiting for us on the ship,” He explained gently. “Fennec came back early from her meeting before the suns went down. I’ve already briefed her. She’s ready to take over.” You sighed and shook your head.  

“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you seem almost eager to marry me Fett.” You teased him with a smirk. He huffed at your antics while taking a hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Don’t push your luck before we’re even off the planet’s surface, little one.” You rolled your eyes before turning your back on him to begin walking toward the landing platform.  

“Well, let’s go,” You called over your shoulder. “We better get into the atmosphere with the autopilot on before it’s past your bedtime, old man.” A few of his much longer strides caught him up to you in seconds. Before you could turn to look at him, you yelped as he landed a firm swat to your backside. Your surprise quickly devolved into giggles as he took your hand and led you out onto the platform and aboard the awaiting Slave I. 

                                                              ******* 

After a few hours of hurtling through hyperspace, most of which you’d spent napping in Boba’s bunk, you arrived at your destination. When you had first discussed making these arrangements, Boba had insisted that he had the perfect location in mind. Now that you were experiencing it firsthand, you fully understood what he meant. The planet was set far off into the outer rim and mostly uninhabited, from what Boba told you. He said he’d stumbled upon it during his younger years when he had needed a place to hide out for awhile.  

The landscape was one of the most beautiful that you’d ever seen. The majority of the planet’s surface was covered in sprawling mountain ranges. Snow-capped peaks and lush greenery stretched out as far as the eye could see. The air was crisp and the temperature dipped just low enough at night for you to be able to see your breath. The villa that you were staying in was just as impressive. It was a wooden and stone structure neatly tucked away between a couple of lower mountain tops that overlooked a valley. The getaway had been maintained by a small arsenal of droids, ensuring that you and Boba would be completely alone and away from any prying eyes. The stillness was a welcome reprieve from the criminal underworld of Tatooine. It was thrilling to finally get a substantial amount of time in just each other’s company; even more so when you considered the purpose for your impromptu vacation.  

The majority of your first day was spent unpacking your bags and admiring your accommodations. As the sun slowly dipped below the slopes on the horizon, you perched yourself on a chair in the kitchen and nursed a glass of wine while Boba cooked you both dinner and recounted some light-hearted stories from his days as a younger bounty hunter. Most of these tales revolved around the strange places that he’d seen and the odd beings that he’d encountered. You laughed and nodded along, offering up simple comments and quips where you could. Truthfully, you could listen to him talk like this for hours. His voice was almost hypnotic in the way that it floated over his words. He was able to entrance and relax you while simultaneously keeping you on the edge of your seat, fascinated and desperately wanting to know more. He was a born storyteller in that way, and you wondered if the skill was inherently his own or something that he’d picked up from someone along the way. 

Once dinner had been eaten and cleared away, you found yourself sitting on the edge of your large bed, gazing out at the landscape through the large glass doors that led out onto your balcony. A light flurry had begun to fall, the flakes leaving a glittering layer of white overtop all that they touched. You sighed as you wrapped the dark green silk of your robe subconsciously tighter around your body.  

“Are you cold princess?” You tore your gaze away from the window to look over your shoulder just in time to see Boba enter your bedroom from the adjoining bathroom. His soft sleep pants were slung low on his hips, and you could still see the steam from the shower rising off of the bare skin of chest. You shook your head. 

“No I’m not. And even if I was, I think you’re coming to warm me up anyways.” He smiled softly, though there was something dancing in his eyes that you couldn’t identify. 

“Something like that,” His voice trailed off slightly on the end as he sat before you on the middle of the bed. Your knees brushed against his when you turned your body to face him. His large, calloused hands engulfed your own as his expression, though still warm, turned into something more serious. 

“Are you ready little one?” There was a moment of silence as your brain deduced exactly what he was asking. When the realization struck, your eyes widened as you stared back at him. 

“Right now!?” Boba chuckled softly at your reaction. 

“Yes, right now. I told you, Mandalorian weddings are simply saying vows to one another. No ceremonies, no parties, no frills. Just you and me.”  You anxiously gnawed at your lower lip, your gaze flickering back and forth from his face to where you were twining and untwining your hands in your lap. 

“Unless, you aren’t ready yet,” Boba amended softly. You sighed and shook your head. 

“No, I’m ready to marry you Boba. I wouldn’t have agreed to this trip if I wasn’t.” You paused, trying to swallow the emotions threatening to bubble up your throat.  

“It’s just… are you sure? I know that this is difficult for you, and that I’m the one who initially brought up the marriage conversation … I just don’t want you to have to make a commitment that you’re uncomfortable with all because of me and end up resenting me or…”  

Boba spoke your name then, cutting off your insecure rambling by grasping your chin and forcing you to once again meet his gaze.  

“I never say anything that I don’t mean,” He began quietly. “A lot has changed for me since I was left for dead on the dune sea. I have had to carve out a path for myself where there previously was none. My father raised me to never rely on anyone… but I am now older than my father ever was,” He paused, releasing a long sigh as his hand left your chin in favor of caressing the side of your face. “It is time for me to once again carve out a new path for myself. I want to marry you, little one. More than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life.” A few rogue tears spilled over your lashes, but Boba was there to wipe them away. Your expression broke into a wide grin as you turned your head to press an affectionate kiss to his palm.  

“I want to marry you too Boba, so much.” He smiled back at you as he once again took your hands in his. 

“Then repeat after me.” He leaned forward to press his forehead against yours, his eyes closing as you did the same. 

"We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” You swallowed and took a deep breath, willing your emotions to not overcome you.  

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.” Before either of you backed away, Boba breathed deep and spoke again. 

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” The way that Boba’s voice lilted over the words in his native tongue had you captivated. You had never known any connection to the force, but in that moment you swore that you could feel whatever energies made up you and Boba combining into one.  When you opened your eyes, you found that he was already looking down at you. You could feel the static in the air crackle and ignite between you, the headiness weighing you down but also pushing you forward. Your limbs began moving of their own volition as you climbed into his lap. You didn’t even wait for his next move before taking the sides of his face between both of your hands and pulling him in until his lips met yours.  

The embrace spurred Boba into action as he groaned and immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding easily into your mouth. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening he had already torn apart the knot on your robe, ripping the offending fabric away from your body and throwing it onto the floor. His sleep pants somehow slid off his hips, finding their place on the floor just as quickly. It was as if he couldn’t touch enough of you fast enough. His hands were everywhere, smoothing down your back, digging into the meat of your hips, grasping onto your waist and thighs. All the while his hips were grinding against yours in a steady rhythm, causing you to gasp and moan into his mouth. You could feel your wetness begin to seep down your inner thighs, and you knew he could feel it too from the way he groaned and lifted his hips to slide his cock against your folds. 

“Meshla,” He breathed the word reverently against the delicate skin of your neck. “Gedet’ye.” Even though you didn’t fully understand, you nodded just the same. You could feel Boba’s strong fingers digging into your sides as he lifted you further up above him. Your own hands instinctually flew to his shoulders, holding yourself steady as he lowered you down onto his cock.  

You whined high in the back of your throat as he filled you, eyes squeezing shut when he began to guide your hips up and down at a steady pace. You tried to move in sync with his hands and the small undulations of his hips, yet you found yourself quickly becoming overwhelmed, both with the pleasure and the overall implications of the moment. You were tying yourself to Boba, not just physically but spiritually and emotionally. It felt as though your heart was laying bare before him, like he could see all the colors of your soul.  

With the way that Boba was staring at you, you might believe that to be true. He gazed at you like you were a goddess, something to be worshipped. He mouthed at the skin of your chest and collarbones, singing your praises like a prayer into glistening, sweat-slicked skin. 

“Gar serim, meshla. Ori’jate.” You moaned desperately, brow pinching together as your nails raked down his back. The heat in your gut was building hard and fast, licking up your spine and sending chills across your skin.  

“Boba please please …” You cried out, unsure of exactly what you were begging for. He readjusted his hips to push himself impossibly deeper before picking up the pace, one of his hands leaving your hip to take hold of your chin.   

“Look at me little one,” He ordered you gently. “Look at your riduur while you cum.” The second that you opened your eyes you knew you were done for. Looking at Boba was like gazing into the twin suns, it was all too much and brought the full weight of the moment crashing down upon you once again. A fresh wave of tears slid down your cheeks as you reached your end. Boba’s arms wrapped around you to hold you to his chest as you shook with the force of your climax. Your cries were muffled where you buried your face into the crook of his shoulder as you allowed the overwhelming tide of pleasure to consume you. You could vaguely make out the rumble of a groan dislodging itself from somewhere deep in Boba’s chest as he came, the sensation of his release painting your walls sending another shiver down your spine.  

You stayed that way for a moment, breathing heavily, coming down from your highs, holding onto each other as though if you were liable to disappear. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been saying Boba’s name until his large hand came up to the back of your head to stroke your hair. 

“Shh little one, it’s alright,” He soothed you. “I know, I’m right here.” Your inhale was shaky as you peeled yourself away from his chest to sit upright in his lap. You could feel him slowly softening inside you as your hips shifted. His hands never left your back, caressing slow circles into your dampened skin. His expression was softer, probably the softest you’d ever seen as he stared at you like you were the entire universe itself. You gave him a watery smile, eyes still glistening in the low light of your bedroom.  

“That was something else,” you mused. “Is that why mandalorians don’t do the whole ‘public wedding ceremony’ thing?” Boba chuckled quietly.  

“I don’t believe that was the intention,” He joked. “Though convenient, nonetheless.” Your heart swelled in your chest as you gazed down at the man before you, your hand moving to delicately cup his cheek.  

“In case the sex didn’t communicate it properly,” you began, the teasing tone of your voice faltering to something more serious. “I love you Boba, my husband. So much.” He smiled at you then, a genuine smile that sought to hide absolutely nothing as he leaned forward to bring his forehead against yours once more. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner riduur.” He was so close that his lips brushed against your own with each word as he professed his love for you. You sighed happily, feeling the most at peace that you’d ever felt in your entire life as you brought him in for another passionate kiss, intent on celebrating your wedding a few more times that night. 

[janthecrow]

DHMIS characters as RTGame video titles, Webseries Edition (Updated)

there will be characters with more than one title bc i couldn’t decide on one, and some titles will not change bc i couldn’t find a new one to give them

also there are characters like the trio missing bc i couldn’t find a title for them

Sketchbook:

I Took An Art Class, it was a Mistake

Tony:

I killed 553 people using only a fish in Hitman 2

There’s Chess, and The There’s Time Travel Chess

Shrignold:

Fable 2 is a game that lets you marry everyone

Colin:

Deciding The Best Content on Youtube by Using Super Smash Bros - WWMii

Laptop:

Using Advanced Geometry to play Golf With Friends

Gilbert:

Plants vs Zombies is a Timeless Masterpiece

Steak Guy:

A man who can't cook plays Cooking Mama Cookstar

Ruining Delicious Meals by Making Them In Cooking Mama

Fridge:

Don’t Make Pizza The Way I Did

We Baked Kirby into a Car

Spinach Can:

Using an Excessive Amount of Muffins to kill everyone in Hitman 2

Bread Boy:

We tried to cook food using our elbows in Brunch Club

Monster Cans:

Welcome to Dread Hunger, Let’s Kill and Eat Your Friends!

Bugsnax: A Psychological Horror Game, For Kids!

Larry:

Beating Hitman 3 by completely stupid means

A Man Who Loves Crime Plays Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Want to see 21,000 Fireworks Go Off At Once?

Roy:

I Love Murdering People, in Hitman 3

The Best Part of The Sims is Ruining Their Lives Beyond Repair

It Takes Two: A Co-Op Game, About Divorce

DHMIS in general:

Happy game is NOT A HAPPY GAME

Kirby and the Forgotten Land: A Horror Game in Disguise

Putting bonus stuff after the read more thingy bc this is already long enough

Saxophone:

Trombone Champ is way more than just a Trombone Game

Magnet:

I Made a Particle Accelerator Using Wooden Trains

File:

Using Catapult Physics To Solve Office Problems In Good Job

Hugo/Space man:

I Was Sponsored to Not End Humanity in Surviving Mars

Football:

The Mario Tennis Game where Luigi is Thanos

Using an Excessive Amount Of Force to Play Wii Sports

Money Man:

For Every Charity Donation, I Kill A Person In Hitman

Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion: A Cinematic Masterpiece

For Every New Subscriber, I Kill A Person in Hitman 2

Killing As Many People As Possible while Dressed As Santa Claus In Hitman

[jackiesarch]

2, 9, 13, 28, 38, 46 for owiver

2. Describe them in five words.

Really. Really. Really. REALLY. Stupid.

Jokes aside — impulsive, passionate, lonely, angry, determined.

9. Have they ever committed a crime? Been to jail?

Yeah, the capital offense of “I’d rather seek attention from other women than have a vulnerable conversation with my wife”.

Other than that? Absolutely. He was a terrible teenager and a terrible young man, and he’d be lying if he said he’d never pocketed anything at a store just for the hell of it or vandalized someone’s property as a form of petty revenge. He’s slashed tires and broken windows and he’s without a doubt assaulted guys in bars for getting mouthy with him.

Lucky for him, he’s never been charged or done time for any of it. He can thank his grandpa for getting him out of some of those big ones.

13. What are their views on sex?

You know that gag where someone gets a form that asks for their sex and they write “yes” next to it? Yeah. That’s him.

Olly’s not under any kind of illusions when it comes to sex. He’s so far from a prude it’s funny, and he’s not particularly shy about it either. He loves sex, and he loves loving people who love sex, too. It’s awful.

28. The perfect gift to give them?

He really likes those “as seen on tv” products you can order from infomercials, even if he has no use for them. He just thinks they’re nifty. I like to imagine he and Lily have a drawer full of Slap Chops and Magic Bullets and other unnecessary crap.

Olly’s also a sucker for anyone cooking him a real meal, and he would kick my ass if I didn’t mention blowjobs. Like he deserves them.

38. Have they ever struggled with addiction?

I wouldn’t consider it a full blown addiction, but he definitely struggles with alcohol after Lily leaves him. There’s a good chunk of time during that period that he doesn’t really remember, mostly because he spent it either hanging off a bar stool or sprawled on his living room floor. It’s 100% his coping mechanism of choice so he doesn’t have to feel the soul-crushing loneliness and heartbreak threatening to break the surface. In reality, it just makes him more angry and more miserable, and it just leads to more bar fights and hangovers.

46. What's their worst quality?

Everything. Honestly, as much as I love him and cherish him, Olly’s an asshole, and he’s an asshole for a really long time. Before he gets therapy, there are a hundred and one terrible qualities that just about anyone could ream him out for, and after therapy, there’s probably still about seventy five.

That said, it’s his arrogance that probably serves him worst in life. Oliver spends most of his youth being an absolute dickhead that thinks he matters above everything else, and that that arrogance is justified. Spoiler alert: it’s not. He’s mean and he’s selfish, and it’s all a front to disguise the fact that he is hurt and lonely and looking for someone — anyone — to pay attention to him. As much as it kills him to admit it, his mother walking out and his father’s absentee parenting really messed him up, and it rears its ugly head in the worst possible ways. He’s a little bastard, and he’s cruel, and for so long he genuinely believes he’s entitled to be that way.

little shit.

[the-iceni-bitch]

A Wolf in the Castle

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x fem!Reader

Words: 4110

Summary: You arrive at Blackwood Manor to find an unexpected visitor disrupting the sensitive ecosystem of the small family.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering unprotected vaginal sex), very minor violence (brief mention of blood), mention of committing crimes, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I’ve been binging a bunch of Seb Stan movies over the past few days as I finish my week off, and Charles Blackwood kind of struck me. I really enjoyed this fic and hope you do too!

Will reblog later with tags (join my taglist here!)

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Alright, what the hell? You thought to yourself as you pulled up to Blackwood manor.

There was a strange red convertible in the driveway. Constance and Merricat never had visitors aside from the Clarkes and you. You frowned to yourself as you climbed out of your sedan, picking up the books and flowers from the passenger seat as you went to knock on the front door.

Constance greeted you with one of her beaming smiles that always managed to break your heart a bit.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you! I know Merricat has been looking forward to you coming to visit. You’ll have to excuse us, our cousin Charles has come to stay with us unexpectedly, so we didn’t have enough time to prepare a room for you.”

“Constance, you don’t need to apologize!” You chided as you followed her into the receiving room. “You’re certain this visit won’t be a strain, now that you have another houseguest?”

“Oh, nonsense! Merricat would never forgive me if I sent you away! I see you brought her some new books. And are those lilies?”

“Lilies, cherry blossoms, and lilacs. I remembered they’re your favorites!” You gave her a warm smile as you handed her the bouquet and set the books on one of the end tables.

“Thank you so much! Oh! Y/N, this is our cousin, Charles Blackwood! Charles, this is Merricat’s tutor, and our very good friend, Y/N.”

You extended your hand to the man who had just entered the receiving room and he pressed his lips to your knuckles with a charming smile. His blue eyes took you in as he leaned back against the rear of the couch. You were a stark contrast to Constance’s proper and domestic appearance. You were wearing a pair of tight white capris and a gingham blouse that you had tied in a knot just above the waistline of your pants.

You gave him an appraising look of your own. He was relaxed in a cream linen suit. His soft chestnut waves slicked back from his face as he gave you a smirk. He had an air of easy allure about him that made you uneasy. 

You didn’t trust him a bit.

“So nice to meet you, Charles.” You murmured as he stared at you.

“Y/N!” Merricat came tearing into the receiving room and leapt on you, wrapping her arms around you in a desperate embrace and making you laugh. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“Mary, you’re being incredibly inappropriate.” Charles was no longer smiling as he watched your young student chatter at you giddily, her hands and knees smudged with dirt from the garden.

“Please, it’s fine.” You grinned at him as Merricat shot him a poisonous glare over her shoulder. “I’ve brought you some new books Merricat, ‘Transcendental Magic’ and several encyclopedias of poisonous plants of the United States and Canada.”

“Oh, thank you!” Merricat ran her fingers over the book covers lovingly when you handed them to her. “Will you join me in the woods to look for some of these?”

“Dear girl, I would love to. But first I need to bring in my suitcases and unpack.” Constance was still beaming between the two of you as her sister opened the book on magic and started to read. Charles looked incredibly disapproving though, and that made you smile for some reason. “I think it’s a little too late for us to venture out tonight anyways, so why don’t you help me bring in the rest of my things, and tomorrow we can make a whole day of it! We’ll bring a picnic and everything!”

Merricat grinned at you before she ran off to put away her new treasures, taking the steps two at a time.

“You shouldn’t encourage the girl.” Charles mumbled under his breath, scowling at you.

“I think it’s lovely how Merricat light’s up whenever Y/N is here.” Constance started to say, but her words died off and her smile took on a certain strain as Charles turned his disapproving gaze to her.

“Exactly what harm is she doing?” You asked, turning to the man with a tired expression. “The girl is exceptionally bright, and I refuse to stifle her. She could be turning that energy into something far more destructive if she isn’t given a proper outlet.” You murmured, shooting a knowing glance at Constance.

“Very well.” He grumbled. “Just make sure she’s washed up for dinner. Constance has made us a lovely meal, I won’t have the girl spoiling it.”

You considered questioning Constance about her cousin once he left to work his way up to his room, but she just gave you another smile and turned to head to the kitchen and finish her preparations. Merricat came bursting through the front door then, looking slightly comical as she tried to maneuver your two cases at once. You hurried to assist her and the two of you headed up to the guest room.

Once you reached the guest room, the two of you set to unpacking your things.

“When did your cousin arrive, Merricat?” You asked as you hung up some of your dresses and she arranged your makeup and perfumes on the vanity.

You saw her shoulders tense when you mentioned Charles. Jonas had followed the two of you and was winding his way through Merricat’s legs. She picked him up and held him close to her chest.

“He came here unbidden and is most unwelcome.” She whispered harshly as she avoided making eye contact with you. “I believe he is making Uncle Julian sicker, and he intends to take Constance from me.”

You stood up to embrace the girl, hoping to soothe her. You smoothed your hands over her hair as she buried her face in your chest.

“Dear girl. Are you sure about these things?” She was incredibly overprotective of her remaining family members, but you couldn’t deny the man made you uncomfortable too.

She just nodded into your shoulder.

“Well, we’ll just have to do our best to make sure he leaves then, won’t we?” You tipped her chin up to face you and she gave a small smile of relief. “Now, I’m going to take a bath before dinner, you should get cleaned up as well. We don’t want to arouse any suspicions.”

She gave you a serious nod and scurried off to her room as you went to run yourself a bath. You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously as you began to undress, considering the best way to go forward.

You joined the family downstairs an hour later, and again felt Charles’ eyes lock onto you. He was considering the differences between you and Constance, once more. Constance had changed into a lovely pale blue chiffon dress for the meal, while you had again chosen an outfit that could well be considered scandalous; a long-sleeved black satin cape-cod sheath that hugged you tightly. He was leering at you over his glass of wine as you entered the dining room.

You heard Merricat hiss when she pushed her Uncle Julian into the room, and deduced that her cousin was wearing one of her father’s suits. He had also placed himself at the head of the table. You gave a heavy sigh as you took your seat across from Constance, in between Charles and Julian. You gave the girls’ uncle a smile and polite greeting as Constance poured you a glass of wine.

“This looks wonderful as always, Constance.” You tipped your glass to her and gave her a small smile of appreciation before raising it to your lips. The poor woman was doing her best to ignore the excessive tension in the room, beaming at everyone seated around the table.

“I’m so glad you like it, Y/N. I made sure to make you some green beans amandine, I remembered that it’s your favorite.”

“It is, it’s so sweet that you remembered.” You praised her, sending her into a fit of tittering. “So, Julian, how are the memoirs coming?”

You smirked into your drink as the man started going on about the night of the murders. You could sense Charles tense up once he started talking and turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of the muscles in his jaw tense up as he took a swig of wine.

“That’s enough.” He seethed, slamming his glass back down on the table and taking a deep breath to recenter himself. His smile had a certain strain to it when he lifted his head again. “Let’s talk about happier things.”

“Oh, of course.” You murmured. “Merricat, how are your studies going?”

You saw his knuckles grow white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Oh, I’ve learned six new spells since I last saw you, the first…”

“No.” He looked at you frustratedly as you threw a wink to Merricat, making her giggle. “How about we just, enjoy our meal, hmm?”

You shrugged at him and took another sip of wine before tucking into your dinner. Constance was such a wonderful cook, it was easy to lose yourself in the food. Everyone had a clean plate before long, and you stood to help Constance and Merricat clear the table.

“No, Y/N, you’re our guest, I don’t want you doing any work during your visit with us. It wouldn’t feel right.” Constance scolded you. “Please go join Charles and Julian in the lounge for some after-dinner drinks, oh, and maybe some dancing later, wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“That does sound lovely.” You turned to walk to the lounge but when you arrived, only Charles was there, pouring himself a glass of sherry. “Where’s Julian?”

“Julian decided to turn in for the night.” He told you as he focused on pouring his drink. “Did you want a sherry?”

“Yes, please.” He handed you a small glass and you took a sip, giving a hum of appreciation when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Constance is such a wonderful cook, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, Connie’s great.” He chuckled, turning to face you. You felt your hackles rising as he leered at you, his eyes roaming over your body with no reservations as he gave you a wolfish grin. “So what’s your story sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but Constance chose that moment to enter the study, and he put up his charming façade again.

“My goodness, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She said, grinning at the two of you. “Will you think any less of me if I retire early? I feel like such a bad hostess.”

“Constance, please.” You gave her a soft look of reproach. “You need to take care of yourself, darling. Please rest, I’m sure Charles and I can find some way to entertain ourselves.”

“Yeah, go to bed, Connie.” Charles gave her a grin as he moved to refill his drink.

You shifted yourself as Constance turned to go, moving towards the desk slowly as you listened to her footsteps going up the stairs. You shifted a letter opener under your palm as you leaned back, waiting to hear the click of Constance’s bedroom door before you started talking again. You heard the click and turned to face Charles, tossing back all of your drink as a look of malice came over your face.

“Alright asshole, what’s your fucking game?” You seethed at Blackwood, sneering at the look of surprise that came over his face.

“Excuse me?” His accent slipped as he tried to recover, and you knew you had him.

“You come in here, zero prep, and manage to raise the hackles of these morons in what, a week?” You were furious, this man must be some kind of special idiot. “I’ve been working these fools for 2 years, asshole, I swear to god, if you ruin this for me…”

“Listen, bitch, I didn’t realize someone was already latched onto this teat.” You could tell he was pissed now, too, but you didn’t care. “But maybe, the fact that you haven’t gotten anywhere in 2 years means this just isn’t for you. I’ll do you a favor and cut you in for 10 percent once I get access to the safe.”

“The safe?” You covered your mouth so that your laughter wouldn’t carry. “You idiot. No wonder that stupid fucking kid is so worked up. You’re working a short-con on them? This is not going to go your way.” You were shaking with mirth.

He growled and slammed his glass on the bar cart, jostling the bottles dangerously. He was snarling as he closed the distance between you and wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing himself into you so hard the desk rattled. You brought up the letter opener and pressed it against his neck in warning, making him hiss.

The two of you stilled when you heard footsteps above you. You just stared at each other, panting heavily as you waited. The footsteps stopped suddenly, and you sighed in relief as you heard the creak of Constance finally climbing into bed.

“Listen dumbass,” You whispered at him, digging the blade into his neck to accentuate your point. “This is my score. I actually did my research, I ingrained myself to that brat, I fucked the damn simpleton, you think you can just waltz in here with that shit-eating grin and take it all away from me, you are very mistaken.”

He snorted at you, “Jesus, why would you fuck Julian?” he had slotted one of his knees between your thighs and started to edge up the hem of your skirt as he moved even closer to you.

“What?” You were doing your best to ignore the way your body was reacting to being in such close proximity to him. “No, the other simpleton, Connie. What, you haven’t?”

The look of surprise on his face was satisfying and annoying at the same time. You rolled your eyes as he released your throat and gave you an appreciative look.

“Well, fuck, sweetheart. You’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah, right.” You were tired of this. “Alright. We’re both to far into this now for either one to back out without arousing any suspicion. So, we’ll split it.” You pressed the letter opener into his neck when he scoffed at you. “Or, I could just cut your throat now, tell those two gals you assaulted me, and keep it all to myself. Which would you prefer?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Fine.” He spat at you. You had the upper hand for now, but he could find a way to get rid of you eventually, he was sure. His face split in a grin suddenly. “Y’know, we should consummate our little agreement in some way. Make it official.” He moved his hands behind you and pressed you into him roughly, making you gasp when you felt him grind his erection into your hip. “I can make you feel better than that stupid bitch did.” He moved a hand up the inside of your thigh until he was cupping your heat through your panties, groaning when he found you soaked.

You bit your lip as he ran his fingers over the sopping fabric of your panties, teasing them against your throbbing clit. You kept the blade against his throat as you rocked into his hand, begging for more friction.

“You wanna consummate it?” You gave him a wicked grin as you slowly withdrew the letter opener, tutting softly as a thin line of blood rose from his skin when it left. “Get on your knees.”

He pouted at you, that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. You shook your head and brought the blade back up to his neck swiftly, with a click of your tongue.

“Look at that, already not holding up your end.” You scolded as he eyed you warily.

He just grumbled at you as he sank to his knees, digging his fingers into your thighs and drawing them apart slowly. He hooked his fingers underneath the sides of your panties and drew them slowly down your legs. You withdrew the blade from his neck and set it aside as he latched his palms under your hips and pulled you to the end of the desk, running his freshly shaven cheek over the smooth skin of your inner thigh and inhaling your scent.

You broke eye contact when you felt him breathe against your entrance, thrusting your hips forward to drive yourself into his mouth as his tongue flicked out to taste you. He dragged it over your slit in a heavy stripe that had you panting with need. You ran your fingers through Charles’ hair and gripped tightly, drawing him closer to you as he moaned against your core.

“Fuck.” You murmured as you fell back on your elbow, screwing your eyes shut as he thrust his tongue into you, curling it inside your canal. “Charles.”

His fingers were gripping your thighs so hard above your stockings you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. His lips brushed softly against your folds as his tongue lapped up the evidence of your arousal greedily, making you moan.

You felt him release one thigh and bring his fingers to stroke over your slit as he disconnected his mouth to give you a wicked grin. “You need to be quiet, doll. All we need is you blowing the whole thing when I make you cum.” He plunged two fingers into you and curled them in a beckoning motion and you collapsed against the desk with a thud, writhing into his hand and whining softly.

You shoved your fist into your mouth and bit down on your knuckles when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently, making your back arch off the desk. He chuckled as he felt you clench around his fingers and he increased the pressure on your tiny bud, sucking even harder as your body rolled underneath him.

“That’s right sweetheart, cum for me.” He curled his fingers one more time as he latched onto you and that was that. You sobbed into your hand as your spine curled, every muscle in your body going rigid for just a beat before you were trembling in bliss, your release gushing over Charles’ chin as he kept fucking his fingers into you while you rode it out.

“God, darling, that was something.” He grinned down at you as he rose to stand between your legs, watching you shiver as aftershocks wracked your body. You looked sinful with your skirt bunched around your waist and your cunt on full display. One of your stockings had come loose from your garter belt and was starting to slide down your thigh. “If we’re gonna have an even partnership though, I think you owe me something.”

He bent over you and pressed his mouth to yours possessively, shoving his tongue between your swollen lips and probing the warm cavern of your mouth as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck. His other hand started traveling underneath your back, searching for the buttons to undo your dress.

“Alright, fuck this.” He withdrew his hand from beneath you and started fumbling it around the desk searching for something. You gasped into his mouth when you felt the cool silver of the letter opener press against your chest, but he just drew in down in a quick slash, tearing open your dress and the thin lace of your bra until your breasts were exposed.

Charles watched the rise and fall of your chest hungrily as he rose above you, wrenching his tie and jacket off before starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. You reached down to undo his belt and whipped it off through the loops before working on the buttons of his pants. He stepped back when you had finished your work to slip out of his shoes before sliding his slacks down his legs and tossing his shirt aside.

He started tracing his fingers over your thighs lightly as he stepped closer, nudging his tip against your pussy and making you whine. Charles just chuckled as he teased you, one of his thumbs rubbing right next to your slit before withdrawing it again.

“Maybe we should renegotiate, doll.” He pressed the head of his cock into you slowly before dragging it out again. “I bet you’d give me anything right now just to get me to fuck this sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck you, Blackwood.” You hissed at him before it devolved into a moan as he brought up a hand to palm at your breast and you felt the sensation echo in your core as you clenched around nothing.

He lined himself up and clapped his palm over your mouth before spearing into you violently. You screamed into his hand and felt tears leak down your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through you and your shuddered as he began to fuck into you like a madman.

“God, this pussy is so tight, doll. So fucking warm and ready for me.” He kept his hand over your mouth as he bent to trace a bead of sweat that was trailing through the valley of your breasts with his tongue, moaning at the salty taste of you before mouthing softly over the slope of one breast to lave his tongue over your nipple. He laughed against your skin as he felt you clamp around him, your hips thrusting to match his as you neared another release. “You gonna be quiet if I move my hand, darling?” You nodded and sucked in a ragged breath when he removed his hand.

His hand moved underneath your hips and tilted you just slightly as he buried his face in your neck, sucking softly at the hollow behind your ear. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back when he brought his hand between the two of you to rub his fingers against your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” You whispered, tossing your head back and arching into Charles as you felt a warm coil tightening in your stomach.

“Be quiet about it.” He hissed at you, pressing his cheek to yours as he continued rutting into you.

You dipped your head and sank your teeth into his shoulder as your pleasure took hold of you and you heard him swallow a shout as you fluttered around him, your legs holding him to you tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled in your ear, bringing up one hand to brace himself against the desk and stare into your eyes. “God, I’m close, darling. You got one more for me?”

You smirked and shoved him off you roughly, making him stumble back and land heavily on the settee. You crawled into his lap and sank onto him with a hiss, grinding into him slowly before you started fucking yourself on his cock.

Charles leaned back and gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you impaled yourself on his length over and over. You picked up the pace and he groaned as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips. You braced a hand on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed and you bit at your bruised lips. One more drive of his hips had you collapsing on top of him, your pussy strangling his cock as he fucked you through it. Your body rolled against him as he turned your head to kiss you deeply.

You felt his hips stutter and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as his seed shot into you, thick hot ropes of his spend filling you up and leaking out around his cock as he groaned into your mouth.

The two of you laid there for a bit, panting as you waited for your breathing to regulate. You were the first to move, standing over him and trying to think of some way to cover yourself long enough to make it to your room, eventually deciding to just pull the ruins of your dress over your shoulders and hope for the best. You smirked down at Charles as he started to sit up, his cock coated in a mix of your releases and his skin flushed. His perfectly coifed hair was now falling into his eyes in sweat-soaked curls as he gazed up at you through his thick lashes.

“I think this is the start of a pretty great partnership, darling.” You teased him over your shoulder as you headed back up to your room, leaving him to clean up the lounge on his own.

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A/N: Surprise!! Our reader is a bad, bad girl! We’ll see what sort of other trouble she and Charles get up to!