#max cady imagine

[shesarainbow]

Max Cady x Reader | Murder in the name of a loving God

Part I | Part II

TW: abusive relationship, emotional abuse, gaslighting, twisted religious beliefs, horror, violence, death. (you have no idea how difficult and disturbing it was to write this 😢)

The weather is gloomy, and rain clouds are getting ready to pour forth rain.

You turn on the radio as you watch the fields pass by. There are some disquieting cross-shaped placards planted amid the wildflowers, hand-painted, on which they read some phrases, most of them are questions about eternal life and soul redemption. You raise an eyebrow and turn to Max.

“Where are we going?”

Max initially ignores you, turns off the radio, then finally answers your question. “You’ll see.”

You stare at him, dumbfounded. You start feeling anxious.

“Max, please, tell me where you’re taking me…”

“Home.”

“Home?” you repeat, puzzled. You know he’s not taking you home, or at least not what you consider your home.

“Max, everything’s alright?” you keep asking as he remains silent and stares at the road. You can tell he’s upset. You sigh deeply. You’re about to burst into tears.

“Max, please… I beg you, answer me!” you want to take his hand, but you’re afraid he might lose his temper and do something bad. “Did I do something wrong?” you finally ask.

Max abruptly brakes, pulls over to the side of the road, and stares at you through his sunglasses. “You tell me.”

You gasp in shock and quickly lower your gaze. Your mind is racing, but you are unable to recall anything. “I’m sorry…” you apologize, even though you don’t know for what.

He takes off his sunglasses and looks at you, disappointed. “For what? Are you sorry for what?”

“I don’t know, Max.” you admit, ashamed.

“You don’t know… See, that’s the problem. I respect you, but you don’t respect me.”

“No, Max, that’s not true.” your eyes well up with tears, and you gingerly touch his arm, but Max ignores you.

“Then why were you flirting with that guy earlier?”

“What? What guy? I didn’t flirt at all.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I saw you—the way you were looking at him.”

“Max, listen to me, I—I only care about you. You know that I need you more than anything. Okay, I’m sorry, if I upset you. Please, forgive me…”

When Max doesn’t reply, you start to worry.

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” you yell, exasperated, and try to walk out of the car.

Max glares at you. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” he asks, grabbing your arm.

“I need to pee…”

“Can’t you wait?”

“No, I’ll be right back…”

He lets you go, and you walk across the field, hiding behind a large bush. You look around and spot some trees and a barn in the distance. You look back, then start rushing to the barn.

Max is patiently waiting for you. “Come on, darlin’. It’s getting late.” No reply. “Look, I’m sorry… Darlin’?” he raises an eyebrow and begins to get suspicious. “Darlin’?” he gets out of the car, grabs the handcuffs from beneath his seat, and walks around the bush and freezes. You’re not there. He looks around and spots you as you enter the barn. “You little bitch…”

The barn looks abandoned. You go inside and look around for a place to hide. You spot some large wooden boxes and hide behind them, crawling on the ground. Your breath is heavy, and your heart starts pounding.

Suddenly you hear footsteps and cover your mouth to avoid whimpering. Your eyes well up with tears again, then you hear his voice and stop breathing.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” singsongs Max, walking slowly. “Daddy knows you’re here. It’s alright, honey. I’m not angry at you, why should I? I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

You know he’s lying. His mellifluous voice sends shivers all over your body. Footsteps get closer and closer, and your heartbeat gets faster.

“Darlin’? I’m sorry for earlier. It’s not your fault, I swear. C’mon, come to Daddy!”

You’re about to believe his words and come out in order to bury your face in his chest, longing for his touch, his arms wrapping around you in a protective hug. You need him to make you feel safe and accepted again. You resist yourself, even if it’s very hard. You just want this to end.

“I was tellin’ ya’ the truth before. I am taking you home. You ain’t happy, sweetheart?” he keeps talking as he comes closer. “Do you wanna play hide and seek, huh? My lil’ girl wanna play and Daddy’s gonna find her…”

You try to remain still and quiet, but you’re so frightened that you start shaking uncontrollably. You look around for another way out, but you are unable to move. You suddenly jolt when you hear Max sigh deeply, right next to you, and immediately you see his shoes. You lower your gaze and try to cover yourself with your arm.

Max is towering over you, just smiling. “There you are, sweetheart.” he says softly as he lightly smoothes your hair. Your heart races, and you tremble, closing your eyes. His fingers stroke your cheek, you keep your eyes closed and stay still.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl, but please don’t hurt me…” you whimper.

“Poor little thing, you cried… don’t worry, a promise is a promise. Everything’s gonna be okay. Daddy’s here, now. You wanna a hug?”

You find yourself nodding. Max gently holds your arm and helps you up, then he wraps you in his arms. You start sobbing as you feel sorry.

“Ssh, it’s alright. Why did you run away?”

“I was scared, I’m sorry…”

“It’s alright.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, honey.” he lifts your chin and gives you a lusty kiss. And you let your guard down, calming down. You no longer tremble.

“Max?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I—uhm, I respect you. You’re very important to me and I—well, I did something for you.”

Max looks at you with interest.

You inhale deeply and begin quoting a psalm. “He restores my soul. He leads me—” you close your eyes and try to remember it well. “—he leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”

Max is so surprised. “Well, well, well… I’m impressed, honey. I think you did your homework. When did you learn that?”

“Last night, while you were asleep.” you smile shyly. You spent the whole night flipping through his Bible and memorizing the psalm over and over. You know he would have appreciated that.

Max nods and smile, satisfied. “What about the other psalms? Do you still remember them?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good girl… I’m so proud of you.”

You blush as he leans in for another kiss. You can't help but smile.

“Well, I think you might be ready. You’re gonna adore your new home.”

“Is it far?”

“No, sweetie—oh, I almost forgot: aren’t you afraid of snakes, are you? Not that it matters that much… ”

“What?” you don’t understand.

“You’ll get used to it.” he shrugs. “Now, shall we go, honey?” he offers you his hand. “It's gettin' late, so...”

You hesitate. You’re confused and don’t know what he’s talking about. Why is he being so evasive about this new home? Where exactly is he taking you? Suddenly you realize everything: all those crosses you’ve seen along the way, his speeches about taking you home, his home or whatever he means by it. And the fear you’ve been feeling, how bad you’ve gotten, how much you want to please him because you need his approval more than anything else. You no longer know if you can really trust him. You only know you have no control over yourself.

“No.” you find in yourself the courage to rebel against him.

“No? Did I hear you right?” he stiffens.

“I—” you hesitate again.

“It’s alright, honey. It’s normal to be afraid, but I’m here. I’m not gonna leave you, y’ know that.”

His gentle tone of voice confuse you.

“No, I said.” you convince yourself that you can stand up to him.

Max simply smiles, then abruptly grabs your arm, pulls you towards him, and puts a hand on your head. “I forgive you, sweetie. Now, just do as Daddy says.” the smile fades from his face. “You don't wanna upset me, do you?”

You suddenly feel anger bursting inside you. You hate him, you hate how he’s looking at you, and how he’s manipulating you.

“Don’t fucking touch me, you bastard!” you yell, wriggling to get free. He holds you tightly and forces you to kiss him, his hand gripping your chin to make you open your mouth. You bite his lips, Max groans, letting you go. “Naughty girl… are you suggesting something? Mmh?” but before he can stop you, you scratch his face with your nails. Max grabs your wrists, you try to wriggle out of his grip, but he keeps you from moving.

“You’re a sick, twisted man! You’re just a piece of shit, Max.”

“You poor thing, did you really think you could hurt me? It’s just a little scratch…” he chuckles as he checks his face. His fingers, covered in blood, stroke your face, leaving traces of blood on your cheek.

“You have no power over me, not anymore.” you yell before spitting in his face. Max is shocked. He loosens his grip, and you take your chance, pushing him aside and backing away. “You don’t own me.” you look around for some kind of weapon to use against him.

“After all this time, this is how you pay me back, huh? I’ve committed myself to you and you treat me like this. Daddy’s disappointed, very disappointed… His little girl is really acting very badly.”

“I'm not your little girl!”

You almost trip on something. Your hand reaches for what appears to be a pitchfork.

A thunderclap suddenly strikes, and Max is taken aback for a moment. A heavy downpour begins. You take your chance, lift the heavy pitchfork, and strike Max on the head. He groans in pain and collapses to the ground, but quickly gets up, panting, and staggers towards you. Blood flows from the deep cut on the left side of his head.

You try to hit him again, but he dodges the blow and grabs the pitchfork from your hands, tossing it away. Then he grabs you by the hair.

“Let a woman learn quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet.” he recites by heart.

“Down on your knees! Now, take off your clothes. Hurry up!” he yells.

You refuse, whimpering. “No, please… Max, please…”

He pushes you down, and you eventually fall to your knees. You keep sobbing hopelessly.

“Take off your clothes!”

You try to defend yourself, but Max grabs you and rips your shirt open.

“You’re gonna learn to be an animal, to live like an animal and to die like one!” he yells, threatening you.

You are in shock. You don't want to die.

Max notices the fear in your eyes and grins. “But I was like a gentle lamb led to the slaughter. I had no idea that they were planning to kill me!”

You stare at him wide-eyed, scared.

He looks around and has a sudden twinkle in his eyes, staring at the chain and the gas tank in the barn’s corner. He takes the handcuffs out of his pocket and binds your wrist to a metal ring hammered on the ground.

“Max? Max, please...”

He grabs the tank and begins pouring gasoline around a wooden shaft. Then he grabs the chain and approaches you, smiling.

“You’re gonna burn like the witch you are. The fire will purify your soul from your sins.”

He removes your handcuffs and drags you back by pulling your hair. You whimper in fear, trying to wriggle out of his grip. He throws you to the ground as he puts a foot on your back to stop you from escaping.

“Repent for your sins!” he says as he lights up a cigar.

Max is about to pull you up and handcuff you again when a bolt of lightning strikes the barn’s roof, breaking through it and hitting the chain next to you and Max.

The sudden electric discharge throws you against a pile of straw. Max trips over the chain, absorbing the majority of the discharge. He collapses to the ground, unable to move and screaming in excruciating pain. His cigar lands on the gasoline, which ignites istantly.

You get over the shock and stagger to your feet, staring in horror at Max, who is lying on the ground, unconscious. His clothes are in tatters, and his skin is covered in burns. You’re about to drag him away from the flames, but the fire and the smoke are spreading so quickly that you can’t help but flee this living hell.

You cough and tears stream down your cheeks as you run; you stumble, but you immediately get up and walk out of the barn, where the rain soaks you and washes the blood away. You fall to the ground, exhausted, and cry out all your tears and pain. Gradually the rain stops, and the barn goes up in flames. You pant in short breaths, watching it burning.

Max is still inside. A part of you wanted to save him. After all the bad he did to you.

You get up, still coughing. You're covered in bruises and you stagger a bit.

You suddenly realize you’re free, finally free.

Now you can go home, you think as your eyes well up with tears, tears of joy.

[cadybear420]

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Unpopular opinion: Kara is my fav. And if she was at Berry she would've been a possible fan favourite for everyone.

(essay length be warned)

If she was at Berry at the start, I like to think that (even though she wouldve been mean and angry still at times), she'd be really chill and enthusiastic cheerleader who probably helps the cheer team with routine runs and would be in homework club and getting actual help help with people.

Kara has lots of potential, can she be redeemable? Of course, she's literal a teenage girl- shes going through issues. She'd be a big sister, and I just like the idea of Kara & MC being a duo.

She wouldn't be friends with any of the seniors, but she'd coexist with them (like "Cady & Regina give eachother that respectful nod at the end of mean girls" type of coexist).

Idk, I just like mean girls having a chance to be a good person in a good influenced school.

This also applies to Zoe as well, and maybe Max.

Of course with Brian, being at Berry doesn't mean you're a good person (since Brian was raised in Berry and was a misogynistic fuckwad.), BUT, being at Berry can help you turn a new leaf as there's only good positive influence from everyone.

Also just imagine Kara & Mia actually chilling out together. They're fine being next to eachother, they're okay with asking eachother for cheer help, and I could see them getting iced espresso's before school starts and yapping to eachother.

Imagine Kara getting EVERYONE milkshakes after cheer practice, I can also see her shedding tears when she graduates and sees her found-family in the cheer team wishing her luck in college- and she realises how good she's had it here and that SHE'LL be okay and that THEY'LL also be okay even without her (and Payton).

(good grief. This is long. SoZ)

Send me unpopular or popular opinions about anything Choices and/or HSS related, and I will rate them on the aforementioned scale and elaborate if possible

My Rating of this opinion:

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

My Elaboration below:

I can't really talk about this without spoiling a (presumably much) later quest of HSS Prime... eh fuck it.

SPOILERS:

There's a later quest of HSS Prime where the gang helps Kara realize her self-worth and she breaks up with Max for good, so there's definitely something to look forward to as you go through the Prime storylines haha. One of the few areas (imo) where Choices OG HSS truly messes up something from Prime is how they basically retcon that arc, as we see Kara is dating Max throughout Book 3. Granted I haven't reached that storyline yet in my Prime playthrough, and IDK when it first came out, but still.

That being said, I suppose it does check out that in Choices HSS, Max and Kara's break-up basically happens because of Max revealing he doesn't really care about Kara, as he was planning on breaking up with Kara after graduation so that he could party with all the girls at his college.

(End spoilers)

Regardless, I can see Kara faring much better at Berry. Same with Zoe. Not fully sure about Max. One of my favorite things about Zoe's redemption/atonement arc is that she doesn't just become friends with the main crew. She even admits she still doesn't like them because they're all too nice. But she is truly trying to change for the better now, and that's what matters.

I definitely agree with you that Kara as well as Zoe would be the types to just coexist with the other characters, not quite becoming friends with them, but still being able to turn over a new leaf at this better school environment. Maybe even forming a new sense of companionship and understanding with Mia like you mentioned. Even in just Choices HSS, I definitely see that for Kara, most especially due to this scene.

Brian is definitely an interesting case now that you mention it also, someone for whom Berry does not work. He does not want to change, he dislikes the community at Berry and believes they alienate him, and he even willingly leaves Berry because he thinks they're not good enough for him. I'll have to look at this more in-depth later but this was definitely an interesting character to have for HSS.

[ham1lton]

wowwwwwwwwww omg!!!! i can’t believe you turned my cringe fail charles ask into a mini smau! it was so good and i just think charles AND max have such cringe fail potential cos they’re such losers (affectionate) <3333 i love the group chat that’s exactly what i would imagine would happen hehe just lewis and yn in their own world unaware charles is about to jump and max is saying do a flip 😭🙏🏼

i will try to forgive u for casting jay z as lewis in the HCU but only bc that means yn is BEYONCE 🤭🤗 💖

thank u queen 😇

ur very welcome babe mwah <333

but also i was definitely thinking this superstar yn gave bey vibes 100%. she was the perfect fc in my eyes. lewis will NEVER be jay z again i promise u all 😔💔 i love lestappen as frenemies it’s my fav dynamic. very much cady + regina.

[byneddiedingo]

Robert De Niro in The King of Comedy (Martin Scorsese, 1982)

Cast: Robert De Niro, Jerry Lewis, Sandra Bernhard, Dianne Abbott, Shelley Hack, Margo Winkler, Kim Chan, Frederick De Cordova, Edgar Sherick. Screenplay: Paul D. Zimmerman. Cinematography: Fred Schuler. Production design: Boris Leven. Film editing: Thelma Schoonmaker. Music: Robbie Robertson.

Is there anything scarier than Robert De Niro's smile? It's what makes his bad guys, like Travis Bickle in Taxi Driver (Martin Scorsese, 1976) or Max Cady in Cape Fear (Scorsese, 1991), so unnerving, and it's what keeps us on the edge of our seats throughout The King of Comedy. Rupert Pupkin isn't up to anything so murderous as Travis or Max, but who knows what restrains him from becoming like them? As a satire on the nature of celebrity in our times, Paul D. Zimmerman's screenplay doesn't break any new ground. But what keeps the movie from slumping into predictability are the high-wire, live-wire performances of De Niro and Sandra Bernhard as obsessive fans and the marvelously restrained one of Jerry Lewis as late night talk-show host Jerry Langford, the object of their adulation. And, of course, Scorsese's ability to keep us guessing about what we're actually seeing: Is this scene taking place in real life, or is it a product of Rupert's deranged imagination? That extends to the movie's ending, in which Rupert, having kidnapped Langford and engineered a debut on network television, is released from prison and becomes a celebrity himself. Are we to take this as the film's comment on fame, like the phenomenon of Howard Beale in Network (Sidney Lumet, 1976) and any number of people (many of them named Kardashian) who have become famous for mysterious reasons? (Incidentally, the odd thing about Rupert's standup routine is not that it's bad, but that it's exactly the sort of thing that one might have sat through while watching a late night show in 1982.) I prefer to think that we are still in Rupert's head at film's end -- it seems less formulaic that way. I don't know of a movie that stays more unbalanced and itchy from scene to scene.

[raceweek]

Daniel would smell like lynx or some teenage boy aftershave. Max and lando I don’t really like to think about but probably the same.

Pierre , Charles and Lewis would smell good. I think lewis might smell like the best thing I’d ever smell. Alex would be fine.

i think daniel (and maybe lando actually) is the type to buy some really expensive aftershave that actually smells like piss but still wears it. max for sure lynx

i cant put a smell on pierre…hes scentless to me. charles would smell how i imagine cady heron smelled in mean girls when janis said she smelt like a baby prostitute. lewis. yeah there’s no way he smells bad. and yeah. alex would be like. soap

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2024- Day 25- Harpy/Moura- Part 8

The good, the bad and the ugly.

As always, huge thanks to the wonderful @borealwrites for their wonderful Monster March 2024 Prompt List

Moonlight Moura

Part 8

You got into Cadi’s car with her as her grandparents watched her kids as she took you to the store as you just looked around in awed curiosity. 

“Have you ever seen anything like this before?” Cadi asked. 

“Yes, but usually ours in the colonies, they’re made of polished stone or very heavy glass. So these are familiar.” You noted as you gestured to the kind that were like that. 

“This looks so real though.” You appraised the others. 

“Touch it.” Cadi urged you with a giddy smile. 

“That feels so real!” You realized as you touched it and began to wrap your hand around it. 

“It’s cold but otherwise it looks like someone just cut a guy’s dick off.” You noted. 

“Yeah, and the great part of this, he’s hard as long as you need or want him to be. And you don’t actually have to be committed in a relationship to enjoy it either.” She praised. 

“Yeah, if Neveah ever opens up for commerce, this store would be sold out within minutes.” You murmured as you appreciated the sizes of them. 

“What orc was here to let you use his cock as a mold?” You asked in a hushed whisper as you stared wide eyed at the largest specimen they had. 

“Oh, no orcs have ever been here, that was just someone’s imagination, making this as big as could safely fit inside a body. But most can’t fit that big of a cock in their vagina, but in an asshole instead.” She explained in a low whisper. 

“Ooh, makes sense.” You nodded in understanding. 

“So you’ve had sex with an orc?” She asked. 

“Yup. It was just a…oh…how would you say it. In my language it means one night of sex and nothing after.” You explained as you tried to figure out the word. 

“One night stand.” Cadi supplied. 

“Yes, that. There is a clan of orcs from the interior that come and sell leather and furs to us and other things. They’re really nice. And like barely a few strokes in, I was done for. Because at that point, everything is stretched out to the max and it doesn’t take much to get all three pleasure spots to get their due stimulation and it’s all over. He teased that he could tell when the mouras visited his village, because at night, the houses would light up like fireflies. Because mouras light up like a firefly when we cum.” You explained. 

“Wow, you have three pleasure spots? We only have one.” Cadi realized. 

“Really? Where?” You asked. 

“Come here, I’ll show you on this right here.” She brought you over to what looked like a pelvis. But it was soft with no bones, just two holes, one for the pussy and one for the ass. 

“So ours, is right here.” She said before she dipped her fingers into it and then pressed up. 

“Oh we have one there too. But then we have one that mirrors it on the back and then one, all around the top of the canal. And usually when you’re pregnant, that one is always on because of the weight of the baby and the baby moving downward. So pregnant women have the highest sex drives of all, I can always tell when my mom is in the last trimester of pregnancy, she practically runs my father ragged. He never complains and his happy to keep her happy and sated but he eats and sleeps as much as she does. But usually by that point, he’s onto the small little details of his work that he doesn’t need to put that much physical labor into his work and can stay at home and sit on the couch with my mom and they work on their projects together, with lots of breaks for sex in between cooking and caring for my younger siblings. 

“What does your father do?” She asks. 

“Oh he makes fur coats, boots, baby holders, blankets. My mother and father both buy the furs from the orcs and then fix them up into goods to either sell back to the orcs, or in the colony itself. Because we live near the poll, even in summer, there are needs for it. My mom, she actually takes felted wool and puts a layer of it between the two layers of fur and sews it into place. Or she’ll put pretty designs on the leather itself. Actually before I leave, I should probably ask Nahlo where he got his sewing machine for leather from and buy one for my parents to use. It would save their hands a lot of work and help them.” You answered. 

“Oh, does your colony have electricity?” She asked. 

“Not in the way you do. But for them? I will happily power up all kinds of batteries so that they could have electricity if only to use that sewing machine.” You smiled. 

“Well then before you go, you should have Nahlo help you buy that. Although how you’d get it home, would be hard, if not quite tricky.” Cadi gently warned. 

“Maybe.” You grinned before you found the perfect one. It wasn’t too big, it wasn’t too small, or too thin, it was long enough to hit that third spot yet girthy enough to get the other two too. 

“This one.” You decided as you picked it out and got the one and the flesh color you wanted. 

“Well you’re an easy girl to please.” Cadi smiled. 

“Anything else catching your eye?” She asked. 

“Not really.” You shook your head no. 

“Well then let’s get it. And we’ll stop by another store to get you that electricity generator and battery packs too.” She said before you bought it and were much more interested in perusing that selection than you were the dildos as you were happy to buy a case of generators and a whole palette of batteries to be shipped to Cadi’s house. 

“How are you going to get that all home?” She asked. 

“One pf my forms is a mega phoenix. Where I turn into the size of Grandma Isla. I’ve carried many heavy stones for the colony fortress since I’ve gotten that gift for winning a fighting championship. I can carry 1 ton rocks in each claw or closer to 4 tons, if they are all strapped together with special woven binds. I could probably carry Jenya in one claw, and Daer in the other and have their nest on my back if I really needed to.” You answered. 

“Well ok then. That would be awesome to see.” She smiled. 

“Thanks, but right now, I probably couldn’t hold the form for much longer than an hour, not unless I get more moonlight in me. I wouldn’t be able to hold it for too long. It takes a lot of energy to stay that big.” You explained. 

“Huh. Well it would still be awesome to see someday.” She smiled as she drove back home and got there just in time to get ready for the wedding with Cadi and her sisters and sisters in law and her mom. Who once again, helped with your cosmetics and hair for the wedding while you were happy to simply add in a gift card and sign your name with the other family members in the card. And you all, unfortunately had to leave the dragons at home to go to this particular wedding party. 

“You look beautiful.” Nahlo praised as he watched you slip out of his parent’s house with the white fur shawl around your shoulders but to see the rest of the dress, had his heart and the hearts of Manidore and his other brothers skipping a beat or two. 

“Thank you. Do I glow too much?” You asked self consciously. 

“Not enough to really notice or make any kind of noticeable difference, unless the ballroom goes dark, then you might be noticed, but we’ll leave if that happens.” He reassured you before you smiled at him appreciatively. 

“So you’re gonna dance at least one dance with me tonight right?” Manidore asked hopefully. 

“Sure. One dance.” You offered with a polite smile that didn’t reach your eyes since you would hope that would pacify him. 

“Actually, to keep the others at bay to a degree, how about you sit between Dad and I?” Sefahti suggested. 

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” You answered back but you still caught Manidore’s suck of his teeth in disappointment as you continued to simply sit in the car and rest your head on Nahlo’s shoulder while you interlaced your fingers with his on the way to the wedding which made him really happy that you felt comfortable enough to touch him that intimately yet casually. 

But once you got to the temple, your jaw dropped. There were gorgeous stained glass windows, super high ceilings. Thankfully you had Undilla on one side of you and Sefahti on the other as they walked you into the building with you. And while you were in awe of the temple, it didn’t take long for Alidore and his other brothers to find you. 

“Miss Moonchild! We’re so happy you could make it.” They fawned as they came over as you set the most polite smile to your features that you could while internally groaning as Nahlo could see your inner struggle that you tried to veil with polite features but your eyes still gave you away and he actually found it reassuring. 

“Well my hosts were gracious enough to invite me to come along and I can only hope that my presence is not any kind of inconvenience.” You offered as they all blinked and smiled in surprise. 

“How did you learn nenani so quickly?” They asked in astonishment. 

“A family member dropped off a translation book. I’ve been studying it ever since.” You answered. 

“Are they with you tonight?” They asked. 

“No, they only braved coming to drop it off and quickly leave again. I didn’t wish to put them in danger. Especially when they have a newborn daughter at home.” You excused.

“Oh, well that’s understandable. And really, we’d be more than happy to drop off any number of books about Neveah for your reading and enjoyment.” They offered. 

“Oh, that’s very kind of you. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stay long enough to read them though. But hopefully I might be able to take one or two home with me. That way if I ever get the great honor of officially being invited here again, I won’t be too much of a fish out of water, like I am now.” You answered. 

“Oh, I’m sure that won’t be a problem. Really, it wouldn’t take much to explain why you’re here and why you would need to come back regularly. I mean even if just for the sake of the dragons.” Alidore reassured you. 

“Hopefully. Or maybe you all will venture outside of your homeland and come to a colony. Because you’d always be welcome in them. For your own dragons would vouch for you.” You offered before more and more people came up to meet you- a new friend of the family to Undilla and Sefahti as many more asked you to dance at the reception. But Sefahti and Undilla excused that they may not stay that long to dance too much at the reception but that if you did, you’d try to remember to save them a dance. 

You sat down between them in the pew and looked over at the little pamphlet that had been printed that went over the different aspects of the ceremony before you finally shrugged off the fur off of you to simply sit on the bench, thankfully, your dress providing a small, little cushion for your bottom and the hard wooden bench of the pew- to look it over. What an expense to pay for such fancy paper for such a thing. But you had learned that maybe things were cheaper than what you would think they would be. 

“Oh shit.” Nahlo breathed as he watched as the royal family soon came into the temple. 

“What’s wrong?” You whispered over to Sefahti. 

“That’s the royal family. They have a monarchy over Neveah.” She breathed to you. 

“Don’t look up, keep looking down. Don’t make eye contact.” Undilla whispered to you which you obeyed as you pulled the program up over your face as they walked by and prayed they wouldn’t look over as others were greeting them in the traditional way. 

“Ok, they’ve passed.” Undilla said before you slowly lowered the program, but just in time for one of the princes, who was escorting his sister down the aisle had turned around to make sure she got into her seat and just happened to look up to see you and you froze when his gaze locked with yours as he blinked a few times in pleasant surprise before you gave him a polite smile and a nod before you pulled the program up to cover your face and to break eye contact with him. Ugly, inbred skinny thing he was too. But when you did so, his parents got his attention. 

“Adrie, who are you looking at?” His mother asked. 

“Uh, just, a new friendly face.” He answered. 

“Oh? Which one?” She asked as she chanced a look behind her as he sat down next to her. 

“The girl in that gorgeous silver and lavender dress, white fur shawl, between the Vumares I believe.” He answered. 

“Well her dress is exquisite. She must be a cousin to them for sitting between them like that.” She noted. 

“I’ve not seen hair that blonde before. Nor skin that fair before.” He noted. 

“She must live in the pole then. Where they rarely get sunlight to tan decently.” She readily excused. 

“Well go on, go say hi to her. Chances are, she’s probably already got every dance taken up but I’m sure she’d save a dance for you.” She encouraged him. 

“Alright, I shall.” He beamed before he got up and marched straight to you. 

“Oh fuck.” Nahlo breathed when he looked up and watched him walk purposefully over to his family. 

“Mom, mom, mom.” Nahlo elbowed his mom repeatedly to get her attention. 

“Yes I see him coming.” Sefahti answered through the gritted teeth of her smile. 

“Lord and Lady Vumare, it’s great to see you again.” Prince Adrie greeted. 

“Yes it is Prince Adrie.” Sefahti smiled.

“So I see you have brought a guest to the wedding.” He noted as he gestured to you. 

“Yes, this is our dear friend of the family. Miss Moonchild.” They introduced. 

“My Lady.” He nodded as he held a hand out to you before you offered it to him. 

“Your Majesty.” You answered back as he actually bowed and kissed your knuckles and actually held onto your hand to keep you from pulling it back to you. 

“My what fair and wonderfully soft skin you have. Do you live closer to the poles? On Renna perhaps?” He asked. 

“I do live close to the poles. But not Renna.” You excused. 

“Oh then on Amoni then?” He guessed. 

“No, just on the pole.” You shook your head. 

“Oh you’re a breadseed grower and harvester. Excellent. How was the crop this year?” He asked. 

“Actually, I’ve unfortunately been quite sick. It’s nothing contagious. But it has brought me to the mainland and away from the pole so I can’t actually give you a proper answer your Highness.” You excused. 

“Oh dear. Is it serious? Does it hurt?” He asked. 

“I only ask because I have a few ailments I occasionally battle myself.” He readily excused. 

“Oh I’m so sorry to hear that Your Majesty. I do hope that you can find the healing, relief and comfort that you need. I know I have since I’ve come to the mainland.” You offered. 

“Thank you, that is so sweet Miss Moonchild. And really your hosts should be applauded for inviting you up to the mainland to get the care you need. I trust you’re staying with them since you’re sitting with them.” He assumed. 

“I am. And they have been like a second family to me, I could not have found a more hospitable family in the country.” You smiled. 

“So how do you know each other then if you are not related?” He asked. 

“Through a mutual friend. My grandmother and my mother arranged for me to come and stay with them.” You specified as vaguely as you could as you mentally counted Isla as a grandmother and Jenya as another mother. 

“Oh that’s wonderful, I’ll bet they miss you dearly.” He ventured as he was happy to simply hold your delicate and beautiful hand over his own. 

“They do. They’re practically counting down the days, if not the hours until I’m well enough to come home.” You nodded. 

“Well, if it will not be too forward of me, do you mind telling me where you’re getting your treatments from? So I can arrange for you to receive the best care possible?” He offered as you took a measured breath in while everyone else silently held their own and wishing they had a dragon to put the right answer into your head. 

“Actually I’ve been here on the mainland getting more naturally holistic remedies.” You carefully specified. 

“Oh, not great with conventional medicine?” He guessed. 

“Not really, no.” You shook your head. 

“Well, if you find anything for gout, let me know.” He offered. 

“I will.” You smiled, hoping he would leave. 

“So, I hope you’ll stay for the reception.” He offered hopefully. 

“Yes, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay for the festivities, I usually get very tired once the sun sets and the moon rises.” You tried to excuse. 

“Oh, well that’s understandable, you will need your rest while you recover from…I’m sorry, I don’t believe you told me what affliction you’re here for?” He asked. 

“I got struck by lightning and badly burned.” You blurted out because that truth was the only thing you could think of. 

But he only gasped while his eyes went wide in horrified shock. 

“It’s a wonder you’re alive.” He said. 

“Tell me about it.” You huffed a rather mirthless laugh. 

“But you don’t look that burned to me.” He offered. 

“Oh, it’s uh, lower,” you excused as you gestured to past where the top of your dress started. 

“Practically scarred for life.” You laughed a little nervously as you waived it off. 

“Oh my.” He said as he finally let go of your hand so he could then put his own hand over his chest as you were grateful to finally get your hand back from him since he was practically trying to pull you out of your seat that you did not want to vacate. 

“Yeah. So, it’s amazing what a modest dress and a lot of makeup will cover up.” You tried to excuse. 

“I see.” He slowly nodded. 

“Well, I will be praying for you to make a speedy recovery then.” He offered. 

“And I will do the same for you, your Majesty.” You offered before he finally left. 

“That was very well done My Dear.” Sefahti praised you once he was far enough away to be out of earshot. 

“So you didn’t see my heart about to beat out of my chest and panic grip me like a vice?” You asked rhetorically as you sagged in your spot as you held onto the back of the pew in front of you where Cadi was sitting with her family before the other last minute guests arrived before the wedding itself started.

But you were shocked to see her in a white dress. Most brides you had seen wore any color but because white was usually reserved for funerals before you looked out and didn’t see another particular color. Black. Even her bridesmaids were in a light pink pastel color. 

Then the service began. 

And then things started to make sense. 

The Nevehans believed in only two gods. A good one and a bad one. And it was the bad one’s fault that they were here. And that the only “salvation” they had was for when “the appointed time” that they would all get to go back to the homeworld. Where they could be free and not be surrounded by the literal spawn of the evil god. So they viewed every being that wasn’t them- as spawn of evil gods. That made no sense at all. But if this was their reason for thinking so. No wonder the dragons told the moura to stay away. This was downright exclusive and ‘everyone who isn’t exactly like me is a monster and evil’. Nevermind. You didn’t want your moura brethren to come here. Not if this is what was going to be preached to them. And the bride wore white, to show she was pure and chaste. Which to you- made no sense because why would you choose a mate without realzing you weren’t sexually compatible? Because all the great personality in the world didn’t make up for lack luster bedroom skills and a great cock didn’t make up for shit personality. 

So you just sat there, rather numbly as you listened to this asinine rhetoric that was clearly someone’s opinion that was now viewed as directly from their god. Unless their god literally appointed a prophet to write such things down for them once they were converged here. 

Hostile environment indeed. 

And they prayed that they would soon be relieved of their suffering for living amongst devils and demons. And if you weren’t so offended, you’d be so pissed off and angry enough to set this temple on fire yourself for preaching such scornful, bitter, baseless hate. It was a pretty temple with priests with fancy garments but this wasn’t a wedding. It was a sale. A transaction. Because women were not represented as equals, but lesser, and weaker and that she needed to stay at home to attend to the children while her husband went to work to pay for her to stay at home but not actually be involved much with the raising of his own children! That’s what pissed you off the most.

Then you got a tap on your shoulder where you turned to see Nahlo looking at you fearfully. 

“What?” You breathed. 

“Your eyes are glowing.” He breathed before you closed them and concentrated on yourself and reined in your self control and tried to calm and soothe your own anger with promises to yourself that you were going to leave this place and tell everyone who would hear you how they may be technically advanced, but they were downright beastly and primitive in culture and especially in religion. No wonder Thyla wanted Nahlo far away from you. Because if she had been born and raised and brought up in this way of thinking. To her, you might as well have been a demon yourself, perched on top of her dragon barn. 

“Is it better now?” You asked as you opened your eyes only to look so sympathetically and apologetically at him. 

“Yes and no. Are you ok?” He asked. 

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured him before you turned your attention back to the bride and groom as they exchanged wedding rings and said their vows, which were similar to your own, but these were much more extreme. Till death do they part. That was it. That was the only escape from marriage vows. Death. Oh good grief, you fought not to roll your eyes at the notion. So you just clenched your jaw. This was downright ridiculous. On one hand, you were happy you could come and hear and see this for yourself. On the other hand, you wished you crashed right into the sea and never came to this place. 

The service was finally over and the couple were announced as you at least clapped for them since they did look quite happy. That was until the groom got a look at you and gave you a charming and if anything a flirtatious smile while his bride was happy to receive the cheers and applause from those in the temple. 

But he wasn’t the only one. Every. Single. Groomsman, who followed after him, gave you the same look and the same smile while over half of them even gave you a wink and a few of them that did were already wearing a wedding ring themselves. 

Oh this was a mistake and a bad idea. You were prey, surrounded by predators. This is probably exactly what your foremothers experienced. A pretty face in a wedding feast, up for grabs by all the other attending males. 

“Now it’s time to party!” Shali cheered as did all the other teens while inwardly all you could do was groan. 

You got back into the vehicle and curled in on yourself while you just stared dejectedly out the window as you ignored how Sefahti went on and on about how pretty the bride looked and how amazing her train and tiara was and other details that you didn’t care about. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Nahlo asked as he was now worried with how withdrawn you were. 

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” You mumbled. 

“I just need to heal and get out of here as soon as I can and before I pose more of a dangerous threat to you and your family.” You insisted as your face became stony. 

“You’re not a danger to us Aurava.” Undilla insisted before you looked up and looked at him out of the rearview mirror. 

“Do all of you believe what was preached in that temple today?” You asked. 

“Well…in theory, we’re supposed to but most of us don’t believe it in reality, it’s just all theoretical at this point.” Undilla answered. 

“So not in practice?” You posed. 

“Some of it, we try, other parts, no, we don’t.” Undilla offered. 

“Fair enough. I think most people who attend the temple of their choosing and worship the gods that they do would profess the same.” You offered. 

“So what did you like about the wedding?” Sefahti asked. 

“The bride looked happy.” You answered simply. 

“She did.” Sefahti smiled as you bit your tongue to keep yourself from saying anything else. 

You came into the feasting hall and were happy to sit between Sefahti and Undilla again, with Undilla putting his arm around the back of your chair for most of it. And while the food was- to a degree- edible. You could tell it was mass produced for such a large feast- there was no love or care in this food. So it tasted rather bland to you, all filler and no substance, so you simply couldn’t bring yourself to finish off your plate. You barely picked it over because you inwardly, felt so sick to your stomach. 

“Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.” You finally excused yourself from the table and grabbed your clutch and went looking for the signs for the bathrooms themselves. Because hopefully, it was where you could find sanctuary in a bathroom stall for a few long moments. 

“Aurava, are you ok?” Cadi asked since she had followed you into the bathroom. 

“Yes, I’ll be fine. I just…needed a moment to breathe in privacy.” You excused before you wiped and flushed and made sure no part of your moura cloak’s dress got caught up in any undergarments before you left the stall. 

“Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked as you put your clutch down next to the sink to wash your hands. 

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” You asked her. 

“Because you look …tense.” She admitted. 

“I am. The groom and all of his groomsman have been staring at me, like at any moment, my dress will just magically disappear so they can stare at my body outright naked. Or at least like they’re imagining what I look like naked. The groom himself just said his vows. He should only have eyes for his wife, I would think so at least.” You hissed as you grabbed the paper towels to dry your hands off before you looked in the mirror to make sure this dress was as modest as it could be. 

“Yeah, I saw that. Sorry.” She apologized. 

“But they are supposed to be together till death?” You questioned. 

“In theory. Not really in practice. A lot of people get divorced. Actually the divorce rate is quite high.” Cadi admitted. 

“What about everything else they taught?” You asked. 

“Again, most of us feel that all of that came from when we- were first converged. And no one has gone out to prove it true or false since.” She admitted. 

“But in the meantime, you keep repeating all of those opinions that your forefathers and foremothers had, as truth?” You questioned. 

“Well…yeah, I can see how you’d come to that conclusion. Look, most of the people here, rarely go to worship at the temple. Very few of us read the holy book. A lot of people even now, believe that once we left the homeworld. Our god stayed behind with it.” Cadi admitted. 

“But the devil followed you and filled the world with his spawn that all of you have to be weary of?” You questioned. 

“Oh, that. No. No. I mean obviously you’re not…” Cadi began. 

“Only because you’ve met me and taken the time to get to know me. If I had never crashed here. Would you have still believed all those lies only because you had no other proof otherwise?” You asked. 

“No. I never believed any of it in the first place.” Cadi shook her head. 

“Then why did we go into that temple and listen to that nonsense?” You asked. 

“Tradition?” She shrugged.

“Yeah. Tradition.” You huffed before you threw the paper towels away and left the bathroom and sat back into your seat and just stared at the centerpiece instead of really talking or engaging with anyone else before an attendant came. 

“Excuse me. Miss Moonchild? Prince Adrie requests your presence at his table.” He said. 

“Sure.” You sighed as you didn’t even bother bringing anything with you and just followed him as you could feel the groom’s eyes on you along with all the other groomsmen, hell every other guy in here was staring at you. 

“Your Majesties.” You greeted. 

“Won’t you please sit down.” The Queen herself asked as you took the seat between her and her son before you realized that the food on the plate in front of you was very different from the food you had been served before. 

“I hope you will forgive me, but I noticed you didn’t care for the meal prepared for the masses.” Prince Adrie excused. 

“I do not mean to cause offense to the cooks who worked so hard to prepare so much food to feed everyone.” You excused, as you didn’t even want to touch the golden eating utensils. 

“They did what they were paid to do. Hopefully this food will be much better suited to you and your refined tastes.” Prince Adrie offered before you begrudgingly picked up the silverware and began to eat. 

“Why how refined you hold yourself, Miss Moonchild- was it? Pray what is your name. I’m Queen Yamere. But you do not need to call me by such titles. Ma’am is perfectly fine.” She began. 

“Thank you. I had the instruction of Mrs. Cheniewai earlier this week.” You explained. 

“Oh, yes, the Duchess Cheniewai is incredibly refined.” She agreed. 

“I did not realize she held such a high title. Please forgive my rudeness. I meant no disrespect.” You requested. 

“Oh, for a child of the polar, as important as you are to our society. Such things must seem rather trivial to you.” Yamere noted. 

“How they treat their dragons is not.” You countered. 

“I beg your pardon?” Prince Adrie asked. 

“Are you aware that the dragon scales that they use for their jewelry are pulled out of the dragons before they are ready to be shed?” You asked him. 

“Yes, I understand that that is practiced to keep the scales from looking dead or dull and keep them pristine and looking fresh for a lifetime.” He answered. 

“Even to the point of pain and bleeding for the dragons?” You asked as you frowned deeply at him. 

“I…I guess so. I’m not entirely sure. Our dragons are silk dragons and therefore grow hair instead of scales and we shear ours like sheep.” He excused. 

“So you yourself wouldn’t pull your own dragon’s hair out of their bodies? To the root? Because I have seen dragons picked bald of their scales because they were born cursed with pretty scales and were picked at the very root. So that the scales never grew back.” You challenged. 

“I…I didn’t realize that, that could happen.” He admitted with a blush. 

“Mother?” He asked. 

“I have heard of it happening a time or two.” She admitted casually. 

“And there’s nothing in place to protect the dragons?” You asked. 

“Well, they are free to leave any time they want.” The Queen answered. 

“Right.” You nodded before you put your utensils down, careful not to turn them. 

“Then if you’ll excuse me your majesties, I fear I have no stomach for this food. Even as delectable as it looks.” You excused yourself and got up. 

“Wait, wait.” Prince Adrie asked as he reached over and tried to pull you down. 

“Please. Let me go.” You asked.

“Why do you need to leave? Is the food really that unappetizing, I can have other food brought here for you if that would please you better.” He offered. 

“Prince Adrie, why is it important to you that I stay?” You asked him as you let him pull you back down to the seat. 

“Because I have yet to even learn your full name.” He answered. 

“Aurava, Aurava Correna Moonchild.” You specified but he would still not let go of your arms.

“Then what did you not like about the food?” He asked. 

“There is nothing wrong with the food itself. I’m just not hungry for it.” You answered. 

“Then won’t you tell me what treatments you’ve been getting for your ailment?” He asked as he tried to simply hold your hands instead. 

“Medicine that I don’t even understand. How can I explain something I don’t understand how it works, only that it does, even if it’s unconventional?” You posed as you tried to wriggle your fingers out of his hands. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” He asked. 

“Because it’s dangerous to keep touching me.” You said before he finally pulled away. 

“I have excess electricity in my body from the lightning strike and prolonged skin to skin contact is very hard for me to mentally keep that electricity in and not electrocute you where you sit. Short little touches here and there are like forcing yourself to change your breathing and blinking pattern instead of doing so naturally.” You explained. 

“Oh, oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize.” He apologized before he withdrew and turned back around while his cheeks flushed. 

“You got struck by lightning?” The queen asked which forced you to turn and sit properly in your seat. 

“Yes. It was extremely painful and I have the burns to prove it. This dress simply covers over them. But I didn’t want to keep the Vumares from attending this momentous occasion, but they didn’t want to leave me at their home alone. So we found this dress that fits and doesn’t hurt me to wear.” You explained. 

“Oh you poor thing, I didn’t realize.” She offered. 

“It’s ok your Majesty. It isn’t your fault.” You excused before you begrudgingly began to eat again. Because you didn’t want the food itself to go to waste. 

“By the way, if you want to treat gout successfully, eat a diet rich in fruits and vegetables.” You murmured to Prince Adrie. 

“Yeah, I’ve been told, which is why I’m on a special medication to drain the excess so the gout itself doesn’t flare.” He nodded as he then purposefully put the fattiest bite into his mouth. You could only shake your head. If he was going to be willful about it, he deserved every bit of pain for it. But by the time you finished with dinner, then the dancing began as the bride and groom danced around the dancefloor and then the rest of the bridal party together before the Prince asked you to dance before you begrudgingly let him lead you to the dancefloor. 

“Is it too painful for you to dance?” He asked. 

“It should be fine.” You excused before you noticed he had put a handkerchief between his hand and yours which made you smile to see him mindful of it. 

“So why did you try to leave the table earlier?” He asked. 

“Because to hear you dismiss the pain of the dragons, gave me the impression you weren’t as sympathetic to the pain of others. There was nothing wrong with the food, I just would prefer to not eat with those who are willfully ignorant of the plight of others.” You answered. 

“Oh, yes, that. I do apologize. I can look into it. See if there is anything we can do to keep it from being repeated in the future.” He offered. 

“Thank you, that would mean a lot to me.” You thanked him gratefully. 

“But you are positively radiant Aurava.” He praised. 

“Thanks, it’s the lightning strike. It literally makes me glow and has greatly lightened my appearance.” You answered. 

“Wait.” He ducked his head into the crux of your shoulder as you did the same, to create a bit of darker space. 

“See?” You asked with a snickering laugh before you lifted your head. 

“That is extraordinary.” He praised.

“Thanks. But the reason I am seeing holistic healers is the last thing I want is to be cooped up in some scientist laboratory and tested for the rest of my life.” You admitted. 

“Ooh, that makes sense.” He nodded in understanding. 

“Or much less the very priests tell me I’m some kind of lightning demon or something and torture me to death.” You offered. 

“Oh, I doubt that would…” He tried to offer as you gave him a meaningful look.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” He nodded.

“Speaking of the priests and the temple. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?” You asked. 

“Please, by all means.” He invited.

“Do you personally believe all that was preached today?” You asked him. 

“No.” He shook his head.

“What parts do you not believe in?” You asked. 

“Just about all of it.” He admitted.

“Oh thank goodness.” You blew out a breath of relief as you dipped your head to rest it on his shoulder for a moment. 

“So you don’t believe all non-native Nevehans are spawns of the devil?” You asked hopefully. 

“I wouldn’t know one way or another. I was born after the last attempt to un-converge. So I’ve never had any dealings with anyone else.” He admitted. 

“What if I could tell you- and prove to you- that such thinking is wrong?” You asked. 

“What kind of proof?” He asked. 

“Personal testimony. I’ve met some.” You grinned. 

“Really? Where?” He asked excitedly. 

“You know every other summer solstice, how there are little specks that fly in the southern lights?” You prompted. 

“Well they’re birds that fly, at least that’s what I was able to see in the telescope.” He answered. 

“Did you watch all of them, the ones that flew over only a few days ago?” You asked. 

“Yeah.” He answered. 

“Well, one crashed here. It was a complete accident. But I would wager you’d like them.” You offered. 

“How much of a wager?” He asked. 

“Your silence and sworn oath of secrecy to protect them.” You offered. 

“Of course,” he readily agreed before he tried to leave the dance floor and take you with him as you readily did so, happy to escape into a nearby balcony.

“Where are they?” He asked you. 

“You’re looking at them.” You answered him. 

“Wait, what?” He asked before you moved yourself and him over to a spot you couldn’t be seen.

“It’s me.” You confessed as you slowly let your wings bloom around you. 

“You’re, you’re the…!” He began before you folded them back and put your hand over his mouth.

“Shh.” You shushed him. 

“That’s why you glow! That’s why you look so heavenly! You’re the angel from heaven my dragon has been talking to me about. The one that fell to the island!” He said in excited whisper. 

“I’m not an angel from your world. I’m called a moura, my people were from a different homeworld than yours. But we take up the cloud realm in the highest part of the atmosphere. There’s crystal angels that take up the crystal realm, you can’t see them or it from the ground. But I’ve been there and touched it. It’s beautiful. They’re very elemental.” You offered. 

“Really? So are there other angels up there too?” He asked before he sat down next to you over the thick, heavy stone railing.

“Yes, there’s high heaven and middle heaven and then mouras take up low heaven.” You answered. 

“So it was you, you were the low flying one that vanished in the storm cloud.” He asked.

“You saw it happen?” You asked him.

“Yes, one moment, the storm came, then lightning struck, but then a blueish white pheonix rose in the bird’s place but then they fell and it was too bright to watch after that.” He answered. 

“That was me!” You revealed. 

“You’re the phoenix?” He asked. 

“I”m the moura with the phoenix power, yes.” You confessed.

“Wow. And you’re here? You’re with me?” He asked. 

“Yes, but that’s because I need your help.” You pleaded. 

“Name it.” He offered. 

“Please, when I’m fully healed, please let me leave and go home and do not punish those who have given me refuge.” You pleaded with him.

“Oh, no of course not.” He shook his head no. 

“Also, please don’t hand me over to your authorities.” You added. 

“Oh, no of course not. You obviously mean us no harm.” He began. 

“None of my kind do. No moura means any Neveahan harm. But we are friends with all dragons and all the taunstons and the taunstons and the Neveahan dragons have both told us to never come here or we would be killed the moment we touched your ground. And I never understood why until I was at the temple today. If your own religious leaders preach that all peoples outside of Neveah are spawns of evil. I would have an extreme prejudice against them too. Is that why we were told to never meet?” You asked him. 

“Oh, well the taunstons are responsible for getting us into this mess.” He began. 

“But you are the ones that saved my people and my friends with your medicine. We would have been lost without that help.” You offered as his face was soon overcome with regret for even leading with that. 

“Oh, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean it like that and I didn’t mean to put the blame on you or your people, I didn’t realize. Uh, you’re welcome. If it was to save you and your people. Please, don’t mention it, we were happy to help. I never realized that you were the ones we helped save, I thought it was the water dwelling things.” He recalled. 

“The merfolk? Those are my people. Mouras are no different than selkies, only we have wings and a coat of feathers, selkies have sealcoats of fur and fins. We were created side by side in the homeworld. And every merperson is a moura’s friend and family too.” You revealed. 

“Oh. I…I didn’t…know or realize. Really? Side by side?” He asked. 

“Yes. Mouras are the creation of Monesse, our god of the heavens. The merfolk, creation of his beloved- Seasha. We were the ones that moved the clouds so that the waters would have the green algae blooms. Our home world is a waterworld though, with no dry land anywhere and any bedrock was far too deep for any moura to reach on a single breath. Our friends and family were dying because the red algae was toxic to the food chain. And while mouras can heal, we could not keep up with the algae, for every 1 we healed, a thousand more got sick. If it hadn’t been for the convergence. We all would have died out. But because we came here, mouras got the bigger and better sun. The merfolk got the seas and thanks to your medicine to rid the seas of red algae, they’re saved. So thank you for that. I have many friends among the merfolk. Mostly selkies because we can both appear human and walk on dry land now and be together without having to worry about the one drying out or the other drowning.” You thanked him and smiled when he practically melted when met with such kindness and gracious thanks. 

“You’re more than welcome. If we would have known, surely we would have opened up Neveah to you sooner.” He offered. 

“Well, my brethren will not want to come if it is preached that we are the evil spawn of…” You began as you gently shook your head. 

“No! That will stop at once. I’m so ashamed you had to hear that yourself. No. You are clearly not the spawn of anything evil or at all unholy, quite the opposite.” He reassured you. 

“But our merfolk friends are?” You asked. 

“No, no, they uh, are just…misunderstood.” He offered. 

“You know, I’ve been telling the Vumare’s that if you were to step out of your country, you would see that there’s a whole world of wonderful people and beautiful places that you miss out on every day you wait for a day that may not even come. My great grandparents have come through from the old world. And they say that so far, every hundred years, when they try to un-converge the spheres, that it gets weaker and weaker. None of us would ever want to leave this world for the old one.” You said as you looked past him and up into the sky and appreciated the view. 

“Why?” He asked. 

“No dry land remember? Mouras can’t even all fit in the cloud realm anymore. And our home world is only a fifth of the size of this one. That means 80% of just the mouras who stay in the cloud realm would die off from lack of space and lack of food supply. And the same would be said of the merfolk. I’m considered a ground moura. I live, eat, sleep and breathe here on the surface. I and my family would never survive in the homeworld. In fact, about 60% of our population isn’t even in the clouds. We’re on the ground. Either in the mountain tops or in a country we have come to claim and call our own, called Dorierra, it’s name means ‘door to the world’. It’s a lot like this place. Very beautiful, but maybe not as technologically advanced. But we’re getting there. Thanks to a lot of help from more advanced species we’ve come to call friends and family.” You explained. 

“Oh.” He blinked. 

“But I understand if you want to keep your homeworld strictly yours- should the chance arrive to go back in about 83 years, you and your people may wish to continue to live separately from everyone else. Which is a shame. That’s practically a lifetime of waiting, and never finding out if your best friend in the world, just happens to be a different kind of person than yourself Prince. But thank you for listening to me and for protecting me and not revealing me. If the taunstons reach out to you in my behalf, since mouras don’t have any official correspondence with you and your people, won’t you please assure them and reassure them that I’m being taken care of well and am being healed of my affliction?” You asked before you slid off of the railing and wiped off your dress as he reluctantly slipped off of it too. 

“Of course. Could I…?” He began to ask. 

“Could you what?” You asked. 

“Could you come visit me at the palace? We have a moura dragon there. They would really love to see you.” 

“Well if I have your official invitation, and it’s safe for me to do so and I wouldn’t be in any kind of danger of being entrapped or ensnared, of course.” You smiled. 

“Oh we would never dream of it. When could you come?” He asked hopefully.

“Well, I don’t know what my hosts have planned for tomorrow and we have another drainage session on the day after that. But if you can promise me safe passage to and from the palace, I can try to come.” You offered. 

“Please.” He nodded. 

“I can even get you official documents, so that you don’t have to hide, I can have you be my official guest of honor from…wherever it is that you are from.” He offered. 

“My colony name is Delevania. It’s from the north pole. I hope you’ll forgive me for being vague earlier.” You answered. 

“Yes, of course. And uh, so every other summer solstice?” He asked. 

“Yes, well for you, it’s the summer, for us, it’s winter, because opposite hemisphere, opposite season for us. The colonies near the poles volley who hosts the rite of passage flight. And then for you what is the winter solstice. Is our summer solstice, and that flight we have around the equator. It’s longer and more of a test of endurance than anything else. But at least we have Dorierra which is right on the equator to stop and rest and refuel if need be.” You explained.

“Refuel?” He asked.

“Eat. We eat food and we collect light in all of it’s forms, sunshine, moonshine, all of it. We are creatures of heavenly light remember?” You noted. 

“Oh, yes, most definitely.” He nodded before you just hugged him. 

“Thank you so much for listening with an open mind.” You thanked him before you kissed his cheek sweetly as you pressed your palm to his other cheek as he seemed to breathe in relief as light glowed from your palm into his body as you started to heal what little bits you could. 

“There, that gout at least will give you a break, hopefully long enough to improve your diet before it would ever bother you again.” You offered once you withdrew. 

“Marry me.” He blurted. 

“Oh sweet Prince, no. I’m sorry. I already have a family of my own that misses me as much as I miss them. But I would wager there is a very beautiful, and very capable moura bride for you from Dorierra, who would love to come and lay down the foundation for more moura and Neveahan relationships and business and commerce in the future. All you need to do is be kind, be welcoming and give her the kindness and respect and dignity that you’ve just given me, and she’ll be all yours- till death do you part. But my heart and my life is already dedicated to another, and while I do not wear their wedding ring, my vow is on my heart and soul in ways that transcend a physical token. I’m sorry.” You apologized before he simply kissed your cheek and hugged you again. 

“Will she be as pretty and as nice and sweet as you?” He asked. 

“Better in all respects.” You giggled. 

“Enjoy the wedding. And thank you in advance for all that you have done and all that you will continue to do. I hope that at least for the next 83 years, we’ll be able to be friends.” You offered. 

“I guarantee it.” He offered as he tried to blink away his tears. 

“You’ll be ok. But seriously, it will not kill you to eat a vegetable.” You teased with a laugh. 

“Ok, ok, I give, I will.” He caved and smiled appreciatively. 

“Your future self- thanks you.” You offered to him. 

“Thank you for the dance and the decent food sweet Prince.” You offered before you blew him a kiss and left him there on that balcony and slipped into the fray before Nahlo found you. 

“Oh thank god. Are you ok?” He asked as he looked you over. 

“I’m ok. I’m just took a moment to get some royal help and protection, when in doubt, seek an audience with the head of state and cut out any middle men.” You explained. 

“Wait, what?” He asked. 

“The prince was willing to hear me out. So I pleaded my case, he listened. Whether or not he’ll follow through? I don’t know but it was worth a shot.” You offered with a shrug. 

“Now dance with me before any other vulture tries to snatch me up and away using their superior rank to do so.” You urged him. 

“Oh of course.” He was quick to dance and twirl you around the dance floor. 

“Thank you so much.” You thanked him as he was quick to change directions and pick you up and twirls you away from any other who approached to try to steal you away before Manidore managed to literally shove himself in between. 

“Ok, fine, we can finish this song.” You caved as you let him dance with you around the dance floor before Alidore and his other brothers tried to muscle in too. Then the damned groomsman seemed to be waiting in the wings the second one was done before they all seemed to take their turns. 

“So Miss Moonchild? Not Mrs. Moonchild?” They asked hopefully. 

“While I don’t wear a wedding ring, my heart and soul are already connected and are in union with another. And that is a bond between me, him and the pole in which we will call home.” You answered firmly. 

“Well what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him right?” Some of them tried to say. 

“I will know and it will hurt me. I don’t mind dancing with you once on a dance floor. But any more than that is not available, not open to debate or up for discussion. You move that hand any lower towards my ass and I will break it.” You warned. 

“Wow, so fiery. I doubt you’d break it, especially if you’d really like it and enjoy it.” The most emboldened offered.

“You have until the count of three to find out. One…two…” You began as you planted your feet like roots of a tree, grabbed them by their wrists and began to  twist with more strength than they realized you had before they all seemed to cave. 

“Ok, ok, ok. I’m sorry. I’ll be good and behave, stop, stop, stop, that really hurts.” They quickly began to beg as they shrunk back. 

“Oh and that isn’t nearly the amount of pain you would put me through trying to tempt me to be unfaithful to my beloved?” You insisted. 

“Fair point.” They added before they tried to behave like more “proper” gentlemen before you sensed the song was over and quickly left them before another caught up with you before you managed to get through all of them and finally made it back to your seat. 

“Gods that was exhausting.” You complained as you sat down and gulped the water and wine in the glasses at your seat before the dancing was interrupted by the cutting of the great big cake. 

It was more frosting than cake. Dry and hardly any flavor. 

“Is this the norm for cake here?” You muttered to Nahlo who was happy to have you sitting back down beside him. 

“Yeah, I take it you don’t like it?” He asked. 

“No. In the colonies, we always have fruit and soaked in syrups and liquors. Rum cake being the most popular.” 

“Do the kids get drunk eating it?” He asked. 

“No. Not really, nothing more than just a sip of their parent’s wine or beer glass would give them.” You waived off. 

“So I saw how you had to put your foot down, quite literally with some of the groomsman.” He noted proudly. 

“I did. I gave them a choice, try to touch my ass and get their wrists and hands broken, or keep their hands respectfully at my waist and remain unharmed.” You revealed which got him to laugh. 

“Perfect. I take it, you gave them a little taste of what that would feel like before they officially made their own decision.” He murmured. 

“I did.” You smiled. 

“Good.” He nodded. 

“How’d you fare with Haluma?” You asked before he gave you a meaningful but unimpressed look. 

“How’d you fare with her brothers?” He asked. 

“Does any man on Neveah know how to flirt with any kind of grace, decorum or decency? Because so far I’ve been propositioned like a harlot and then rebuked for being a prude once I turned them down. It’s like there’s no right answer and a woman is screwed either way.” You noted. 

“Unfortunately, here, yeah. But hopefully we won’t be here for too much longer.” He answered. 

“Oh so everyone is going home soon?” You asked. 

“Uh, well I can take us home whenever you want, we can just take a taxi back and they can drive back whenever they want. We came, we danced, we had cake. We can go anytime.” He offered happily. 

“We?” You repeated. 

“Yeah, we. Where you go, I follow, as long as you want me to anyway.” Nahlo offered. 

“Then you’re going to have to get a different dragon because Thyla…” You began to argue before he silenced you with a kiss and you were too shocked to do anything other than suck a breath in through your nose but you couldn’t help but close your eyes and kiss back before you heard Cadi cheer before you pulled away and blushed as you smiled bashfully. 

“We?” Nahlo asked as he offered his hand to you.

“We.” You nodded as you took it and intertwined your fingers with his.

“How…when…” You stuttered as you tried to decide which question you wanted to ask. 

“Oh the moment I heard you tell all the other guys you had already chosen another, I had a hope.” He answered. 

“Then why’d you send me to go get a dildo with your sister?” You asked as you dropped your voice down. 

“Just in case my hopes were false, and I was reading too much into it.” Nahlo answered. 

“I see.” You nodded. 

“So are you going to have to find a new dragon when you get back?” You asked. 

“Thyla leaves for her own rite flight in less than a month. She’s not going to be my dragon for too much longer.” He answered. 

“Oh, I see. So you’re hoping to fly her back to my colony before you’d be rideless?” You suggested. 

“Yeah, something like that.” He admitted. 

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. You can ride me wherever you want to go.” You informed him. 

“Wait, what?” He asked. 

“Do you have any idea how big a mega phoenix is?” You asked. 

“No.” He shook his head no. 

“As big as Grandma Isla.” You answered before Nahlo’s eyes about popped out of his head. 

“No way.” He began. 

“Yeah. Really fucking big. I could carry Jenya in one talloned foot and Daer in the other and have their nest on my back. Easy, no sweat.” You informed him. 

“Well I guess I don’t have to worry about packing the bare minimum then huh?” He asked. 

“Not really. But yeah, let’s go.” You urged him as you nodded over to the doors. 

“Yup. Let’s go.” He immediately dropped everything and made sure you had everything while he shot his family a quick text that he was taking you home and to please stay and enjoy the wedding which got Cadi to give him a nod and a thumb’s up of encouragement. 

Nahlo could not get you into a taxi fast enough and the moment the doors were shut, he didn’t even bother with the seatbelts. He just leaned over you and started kissing you deeply which you were very happy to receive but you had to put on the breaks because you could tell your moura marks were about to bloom and you didn’t reveal yourself to the taxi driver. 

“Easy, slow down. It’s hard not to light up.” You whispered into his ear as his mouth had attached itself to the column of your neck and found a pleasurable place to leave a lovemark.

“Ok.” Nahlo reluctantly finally slowed down and was happy and content to pull you back up but have you under his arm instead. 

“So why did you withdraw earlier?” He asked. 

“I was worried that everything that was preached in the temple was taken and believed as truth. Especially about me as an outsider.” You whispered. 

“Oh, no. No, no, no. No. Not at all. If anything, you’re proof it’s all lies.” He shook his head adamantly. 

“But if I hadn’t come…” You began. 

“I believed it was lies before you came.” He insisted. 

“Always listen to the dragons right? Well Jenya and Isla and all the others have been practically begging and pleading and telling us otherwise. So the wise- listen and believe the dragons, especially the ones who have been elsewhere and have experienced it first hand.” He revealed as he circled the tip of your nose with the tip of his own. 

“Even when Thyla…” You began to argue before he kissed you again. 

“She’s literally only 5. Do you believe everything your five year old siblings feel is true? Especially when there’s cookies in a jar and chocolate all over their faces and you ask if they’ve been eating the chocolate chip cookies?” He asked. 

“Fair point.” You smiled. 

“You’re literally four times her age, you have gone and done and seen so much more than most will ever imagine. Of course you’d be the more experienced. And she had no right to interfere in the first place, she’ll be eating humble pie in oh, about two months from now.” He admitted. 

“But what about you? You have such a great life here. I’d hate to pull you from it.” You offered. 

“It’s just stuff. It doesn’t amount to much of anything. Besides, as long as we can get you past the outer ring of islands. If you can stand having excess electricity. We could, in theory, bring it to your colony. And you could jumpstart it.” He offered as your eyes grew wide before you grabbed his face and kissed him earnestly and deeply just as the two of you arrived at his house. He threw some cash at the driver and practically ran with you towards the barn and the moment, the driver was out of sight, you let your wings let loose and picked him up and brought him up to the steeple before in a frantic pace he was quickly stripping out of his suit while your dress already vanished and the moment, he could, he laid back and brought you into his lap and the moment his cock sprung free, you were quick to practically suck your prize down your mouth and throat as Nahlo let a string of blessed curses leave his mouth as he couldn’t help but dig his fingers into your hair and grab handfuls of your hair. 

“Shit, Love, you need to slow down.” He gasped as his own release threatened to spill down that utterly divine throat of yours. 

“Do you only have one orgasm in you?” You asked as you pulled away. 

“No, but, I…” He stuttered. 

“I’ll give you this one easy, next one will be a bit more of a challenge.” You winked before you went back to sucking as enthusiastically as you could because he was actually bigger than the dildo you had bought for yourself. But not too much to be uncomfortable, but if anything, perfectly pleasurable in size. 

His whole body tensed as his release siezed his body as he couldn’t help but pull your lips up to the base so that your nose dived into the forrest of locks he had there and you continued to suck until he had to push you off. 

“Please, I’m…I’m overstimulated. I can’t…I haven’t…fuck.” He couldn’t even form a coherent sentance before you let go of him and simply climbed up him and laid over him, your wings covering both of you as your moura marks were like a myriad of rings around both of you. 

“How..where…” He began to ask. 

“Natural moura gifts. We have two throats. One for eating and pleasure and the other for breathing.” You told him. 

“Really?” He asked as he was happy to wrap his arms over your shoulders, under the tops of your wings. 

“Yeah, the second throat has a flap at the top of our throat, you can’t really see it, but it keeps the windpipe connected to the nose, so we can eat and breathe at the same time, or talk while swallowing too.” You revealed.

“Huh, neat.” He grinned before he reached up and pulled all the bobby pins out of your hair and then ran his fingers through the silken tresses. 

“So leave at the end of this week?” He suggested. 

“Yeah. I believe we can do that.” You smiled happily before you kissed him only to reignite his passions and yours and by the time his cock prodded your entrance, you knew he was ready to ride. So you sat up and sat back and smiled and sighed happily when you readily eased down on him. 

“Damn.” He praised as he looked up at you like you were a goddess as he felt a profound sense of being unworthy, but at the same time, proud that such an ethereal creature wanted him.

The moon rose and all of a sudden, it was like you fully bloomed. Your moura marks, that were once delightful became brighter, more defined, more vivid and that was when he could see that each one had it’s own intricate pattern. Each one was like a story in itself. Each one was beautiful and like rings of a tree, they just kept flowing and pouring and spinning around both of you as he felt more connected to you in this moment, than he had ever been to any other being in the world. 

Your breasts were overflowing his hands, your soft supple curves, showed the ripples from the impact when your flesh moved and collided with his. Your skin was glowed like the moon above you and your wings stretched out wide and far as your fingertips dug into the meat of his forearms, decorated beautifully with intricate tattoos of his own. 

“Close your eyes, I’m about to cum.” You encouraged before he obeyed and could only drive up into you and close his eyes as you did indeed start to glow even brighter as he fought not to cum himself but that was only until he felt his emotional connection with you fully establish itself. And when you came, he couldn’t stop but cum too. But it felt like his soul practically left his body to intermingle with your own when it did and the light behind his own eyelids was bright, he was surrounded in warmth, comfort, love and care but then the light started to fade and he chanced a look to see you with your eyes closed, a pleasured relief on your features and a deep seated happiness in your countenance as you both rode out the high of ecstasy that for him- was lasting so much longer than his usual afterglow did. And when you finally came down to lay on his chest, the moura marks started to close, tighter, and tighter around you both before they faded into nothing and you stopped glowing entirely. 

“That was the best.” You finally murmured blissfully. 

“Yeah, is it…is it always like that?” He asked. 

“No. I have no idea why it was that epically good, but I’m not about to complain or turn it down.” You admitted. 

“Me either.” He smiled before he started to feel quite sleepy, as did you as your wings were happy to stretch out and soak in the moonbeams before you both got under the covers and comfortable as you were happy to use him as your own personal mattress for the night while Nahlo was happy to hold you, and look up into the beautiful night sky, with it’s sunset and the starts just starting to peek through the darkening skies and by the time the sun fully set. Even though he had seen the night sky countless times, somehow it never looked as beautiful in this moment than it had ever looked before. But then again, he had never seen it with you on his chest before either before he closed his eyes and fell asleep. 

Thyla peeked out from around the house, looking up, broken hearted that her rider had turned his back on her, on his family, on his country, on everything she thought meant something to him and was going to be leaving forever before she was ready to let him go. So she could do little else but silently slip away into the night.

[marscats37]

thoughts on the movie (spoilers, because i think they kind of matter in this case)

I liked it more than I thought I was going to ??

camila mendes and maya hawke kind of play exaggerated versions of characters we know them by (veronica from riverdale and robin from stranger things, respectively) so the performances are familiar (at least initially) but they are both very fun and I really liked their chemistry here.

The "twist" was really good, it made me wish the two characters ended up getting into a fight, which kind of leads me to my biggest critique of the movie, which is the rushed third act. The movie was already two hours long, but idk, once the "reveal" happens, there's not much room for these two characters to really get at each other.

Like it really played out like these two were gonna be mortal enemies, and while i like their reconciliation, I'm imagining an alternate version where they just destroy each other in a fashionable way.

And again, I love the turn of events, because for a moment I thought we were getting a cady heron "eleanor loses herself with the popular crowd and thus causes the fallout with drea" but instead we get "eleanor is the mastermind", which ruled.

(there's a couple of nitpicks as well, like why were max's friends so ready to cover up his cheating ? I guess to save their own reputations, but idk, kind of wished we got more nuance for them. And one too many lisenced songs for my taste. But that kind of comes with the genre, so whatever.)

The movie is fun, there were parts I actually laughed out loud (mostly from drea), but I think one of the obvious best parts is the style of the movie. (I kind of want to make fan art lol) I've seen comparisons to 90s and 00s teen comedies, which those are definitely there.

I rated it 4/5 stars on letterboxd because I personally really enjoyed the movie (and plus it's sitting at 3.1 on there, it needs to be much higher damn)

Watching “do revenge” I’m liking it so far but I’m kind of disappointed how early the “I don’t DO coCAINE !!!” Scene happens.

[fangirl-imagines]

Celebrating Christmas with Max Cady Would Include...

The summer may be Max Cady’s favorite time of the year but he also absolutely loves Christmas. 

He can’t wait to celebrate your first Christmas together too as a couple, making new traditions together. 

Max is already a rather flashy person and he loves the parts of Christmas that some other people might find tacky. 

He would absolutely wear a truly awful Christmas sweater with an atrocious pattern and somehow still make it look amazing. 

He’d love how cute you look in little cozy sweater dresses and tights! He’d be licking his lips and running his hands up and down your thighs, loving how the thin material of your tights against your legs felt. 

He couldn’t resist but to pat his knee and ask you if you’d want to come sit on Santa’s lap and ask if you’d been a good girl this year. 

Late at night the two of you would go on drives together in his red caddy, with the top up and the heater blaring of course, to see people’s Christmas lights hung up. 

You really wouldn’t even need the heat turned up though when you’re sitting tucked into Max’s side with his arm around you. 

When it really starts to get cold out Max will be insistent on making sure you’re layered up so his baby doesn’t get cold.

If you do forget your layers or still get cold he’ll take your hands in his much larger ones and blow on them to warm them with his breath or pull you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm, and kissing your forehead. 

The man is basically like your own personal heater. Cuddling up with him at night you’d never have to worry about getting cold. 

And if you did get cold Max would always have some very creative ways to warm his girl up ;) 

Max loves a good parade too so there’s no way he’s not taking you to the local Christmas parade to see the floats. 

There’s something about the crowds and the energy that Max just loves. And being there with his girl under his arm and hot chocolates just makes it even better. 

When it comes to putting up your own decorations Max would love to go all out with it. 

When you’re not looking he hangs mistletoe up and dips you into a passionate kiss. When he pulls back, smirking at your surprised, wide eyed expression he just points up at the mistletoe above your heads and walks away. 

As far as the tree is concerned Max would never settle for anything other than a real Christmas tree. 

He’d probably want to cut it down himself too, taking you out to look for one with an axe thrown over his shoulder and his gloved hand holding yours.

He lets you lead him around for as long as you like until you pick out whichever tree you want and then tells you to stand back while he chops it down easily, showing off his big muscles. ;D

Max has quite the sweet tooth and when it’s too cold out to indulge in ice cream he switches over to Christmas treats. 

This man thought he couldn’t love you anymore than he already did until you made his Christmas cookies. 

He’d come up behind you while you’re baking and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and kissing your neck while you're trying to focus. 

Being the religious person that Max is, he'd find a lot of importance in the religious aspects of Christmas and would love it if you came to church with him on Christmas. 

Of course he’d never make you if you didn’t want to go with him but he’d be super excited if you did and love sharing that part of himself with you. 

If you wanted to spend the holidays with your family Max would gladly accompany you without question. As long as he’s with you he doesn’t care where the two of you spend Christmas. 

He’d lay on the Max Cady charm as much as he could to try and win over your family. Your family may not be crazy about the age difference when you bring Max home but they’d have to be blind not to see how crazy about you Max is. 

If you don’t want to spend the holidays with your family for any reason Max would be fine with that too! He’d love getting to spend Christmas alone with his girl and getting you all for himself. 

The two of you would make a big breakfast together and spend most of the day on the couch/in bed together watching your favorite Christmas movies and making out during the boring parts. 

There’s a very good chance that he’d get a tattoo to represent you for your Christmas gift and surprise you with it later that night.

[droogiesanddiscourse]

Cape Fear (1991) Masterlist

"Let's get something straight. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine foot cell surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."

『 Full Fanfictions 』

“Saturday Morning”

⭑ “Losing My Religion”

⭑ “3 A.M.”

⭑ “Age of Consent”

⭑ “Lambs to the Slaughter”

⭑ “Little Girls Shouldn’t Be Playing With Dangerous Men”

『 Headcannons 』

Max Cady “rescuing” you from a creep at the bar

Valentine’s Day with Max Cady

Max Cady Comforting his Insecure! S/O

Max Cady and his relationship with your child

⭑ NSFW Alphabet - Max Cady

⭑ Dating Max Cady would include

⭑ Max Cady and you being lewd in a Photo Booth

⭑ Teasing Max Cady

⭑ Max Cady Gets Jealous

⭑ Max Cady with a Plus Sized! S/O

[shesarainbow]

Spending the summer with Max Cady

🎶 Hot summer nights, mid-july, when you and I were forever wild, the crazy days, the city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child 🎶

You and Max are driving down the highway in his red Mustang, listening to music. You're sitting in the passenger seat, singing your favourite summer song at the top of your lungs, while Max smiles and strokes your hair, happy.

Max takes you to the mall before heading to the beach. You literally drag him into the photo booth to take pictures. Max lets you to sit on his lap before smiling at the camera. You lean in on his shoulder and smile. Your favourite photo is the one where Max is making funny expressions. Max’s is the one where you’re just laughing at something he said. 

Max enjoys buying you stuff, so he encourages you to choose whatever you want. “Anything you want, babe. My lil’ girl earned it.” You walk out of the mall wearing a big hat, glamorous sunglasses, and a lovely dress that Max has picked out for you.

At the beach, Max insists on applying sunscreen to your skin because he doesn’t want you to get sunburned. He does it with care and lets you to do the same thing on his tattoed skin.

Max can’t stop staring at your bikini body. He thinks you’re just fabulous. Oh, how he admires your beautiful body...

You swim in the ocean and have a water fight. Or if you can’t swim, Max patiently teaches you. “Attagirl! That's my mermaid!”

You make sand angels on the beach or play frisbee before diving back into the ocean.

While Max relaxes under the beach umbrella, you collect seashells, make a necklace and give it to him. He’s very proud of your necklace and puts it on right away, kissing your salty skin.

Max is sleeping, you approach him on tiptoe, splash him with water, then run off giggling. “C’mere, you little brat!” he chases you until he grabs you and holds you down on the sand. “Someone needs to be punished, huh?” and start kissing you. 

You spend the remaining time building a sandcastle, burying Max in the sand, sunbathing while Max strokes you, or writing your names in the sand.

He chooses a quiet spot in the park, under the shade of the trees, and improvises a picnic with your favourite ice cream while you listen to him read one of his favourite books or recite Bible verses.

You beg Max to buy you a cherry lollipop and tease him by licking it slowly before you start singing the famous song Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop. Max grabs you, wraps his strong arms around you and kisses you long and hard. “Just behave like a good little girl, will ya? Or else Daddy could get upset, things could get out of hand and I could do something to you that you would not like, right here. You don’t wanna make me angry, do ya?” You tease him a little more, but he’s pretty serious, so you just pull yourself together. Max grabs your hand as you walk in silence. “I’m sorry… are you still upset with me?” you whisper. He’s secretly enjoying all this and lifts your chin, saying “Daddy has already forgiven you, sweetheart. But don’t do it again, all right?” You simply nod.

Very often you are mistaken for father and daughter. Max is actually flattered and always replies with “Yeah, she’s my little girl.” and you can't help but blush, knowing what he really means.

Everyday is a new day, and you never know what will happen. You and Max are constantly on the road, staying in motels, eating in diners, and visiting new towns.

One day Max rents a boat, and you spend the entire day sunbathing and cuddling each other.

You go to an amusement park and take a ride on the Ferris Wheel. You visit the Haunted Mansion and spend the entire time clinging to his arm. “Are you scared, babe? You're such adorable, sweetie!” he teases you, pinching your cheek.

You go to the aquarium and enjoy watching the penguins hop around and the dolphins and seals swim and play. Max prefers to watch the sharks gliding past the window instead.

Max decides to get a new tattoo and convinces you to do the same. If you're too scared, you can just watch him as he assures you that he's not in any pain. He chooses to have your name tattoed on his skin.

You go bowling, and, of course, Max always wins. You can't even lift the heavy ball and Max shows you how and lets you win.

You go to the cinema or watch a movie at the drive-in. His hand resting on your leg, his mind distracted by your presence.

On July 4th, Max takes you to watch the parade, and then you watch the fireworks together. You're lying on a blanket, your head resting on Max's chest; he's your giant pillow, and you're having a bonfire while gazing at the stars. You stay up all night watching the sunrise.

[just-another-muddafucka]

unwanted visitor*

pairing: max cady x fem!reader

summary: a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

warnings: explicit language, slight dub con, fingering, choking, face slapping, predatory vibes, huuggeee age gap (but reader is of legal age), daddy kink

When the last bell of the day rang, you were more than happy to pack your books into your bag and hurriedly get out from behind your desk. All of your frustrations washed away the minute the final bell rang throughout the school. You walked with a pep in your step down the hall and to the left where your locker was. Quickly putting in your combination, you unlocked the metal barrier and shoved your history textbook inside and huffed as you fixed your lopsided headband that kept your hairs away from your face.

“Y/N!” You heard your friends squeal your name as they ran to you, all laughing and talking at the same time.

“If you’re gonna ask me to go to the mall again, the answer is gonna be no,” you giggled and held your binder to your chest as you shut your locker and made sure to rearrange the numbers. “My parents are coming home tomorrow and I have to clean up and stuff.”

“And stuff? What’re you gonna do? Rub one out the last night you’re alone?” Alana, the loud and dirty one of the group, questioned you and made an obscene gesture with her fist and mouth.

You shoved her and covered your blushing face with your binder as your friends giggled around you. You rolled your eyes at her filthy antics and walked in between them. “I’ll let you guys know though, okay? I have studying to do and food shopping.”

“Oh, let me know when you go food shopping. I need to get more snacks,” Beverly, the insanely smart and talkative one of the group, told you as she fixed her glasses on her nose. “I ate too much of everything again and my parents are gonna freak when they see how empty the cabinets are. Especially my dads secret stash. No wonder he keeps a lock and key.”

You and Alana shared a look and laughed. Alana wrapped an arm around Beverly’s shoulders as you three made your way out of the school. There was still a bustle of students here and there - some waiting for the bus, some waiting for their parents, others just loitering. Alana and Beverly were chatting amongst themselves, and judging from the way Bev was sucking her teeth annoyingly, Alana was probably saying something dirty or poking fun. You were in your own head as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

They suddenly landed on a beautiful red mustang parked across the street. The man in the driver’s seat was significantly older than you. You weren’t sure if he was a parent or a teacher, but his eyes never left yours the minute you spotted him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to earth and you quickly turned your head to focus on your two friends.

“We’re gonna head to the arcade. Danny’s supposed to meet us there. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Bev asked you, furrowing her eyebrows and biting down on her bottom lip with her brace covered teeth.

“I’m sure,” you smiles and fixed the straps of your bag and held your binder tighter to your chest as you took a few steps back. “I’ll see you guys Monday!”

They both bid you a goodbye and went around the school to where the football field was to cut a shortcut. You trotted down the steps and began to make your way home which was just a 10 minute walk, 6 minutes tops if you ran. But do you really wanna run in a skirt? You shook your head to yourself and giggled softly. The air was so fresh and clean. It rained last night and today was a beautiful morning. The smell of grass and flowers overwhelmed your senses as the birds chirped around you.

“Excuse me, young lady,” you heard a gentle southern voice call at you from beside.

You gasped and looked to the side and saw the man you had seen before. He rests one elbow on the the drivers side window as the other rests on the steering wheel. He was wearing a sailor’s hat and had a Hawaiian shirt on, only the top three buttons undone, showcasing a hairy and well built chest with tattoos. He had some on his arms as well and it gave you butterflies. He lowered his sunglasses just a smidge and gave you a charming smile. Up close, he looked so handsome and rugged.

“I sincerely apologize for startling you,” he told you. “Do you, by any chance, know where Collins Avenue is? I’m afraid I don’t have a map and I have a doctor’s appointment.” He seemed so friendly. It made you feel at ease. You stepped closer to the car and looked down the street, missing the way his eyes roamed you up and down.

“You’re gonna go down that street here. And then when you’re about to pass that yellow house, you’re gonna make a right. And then there’s gonna be a blue house at the corner, then you’re gonna wanna make a left and then keep going straight!” You told the directions and gave him a bashful smile, hugging your binder closer to your chest again. “Do you get it, mister?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, darlin,” he huffed and licked his lips, sucking his teeth and tapping his thump against the steering wheel.

“Well, I can draw it out for you if you’d like? I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand,” you giggled quietly, making the man smirk as he bit his lip.

“Would you like to take a seat inside so you’re more comfortable?” He offered and unlocked the doors of his car.

“I’m not allowed to get into cars with strangers, mister,” you told him softly, nervously biting your lip.

“Well look at how smart you are!” He praised you, causing your cheeks to blush pink. He didn’t miss that and grinned wolfishly. “My name is Max Cady. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him, taking a small step towards the car when he outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hand was so much bigger than yours, fingers long and veins protruding on his hand and arm. You swallowed down a whimper at the touch.

“See, now we ain’t strangers anymore,” he winked at you, laughing quietly as you looked down. “I promise you, I’m a respectful man and you seem like a lovely lil lady.” He fingers tapped against his thigh as his knee started to bob, a sign of impatience. But he needed to get you to trust him. He needed to simply wait it out until it was the right time. When your hand touched the handle, something inside of him jumped for joy. “There we go!”

You opened your binder and turned to a clean sheet of paper, pulling out a pencil from its pocket and beginning to draw an outline of where Max needed to go. You can feel his eyes on you as you neatly scribbled down street signs and little squares as houses. His scent suddenly filled your senses. The cologne he was wearing smelled so intoxicating. You wanted to bury your nose in his neck to keep that scent around you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together under your binder, hoping he didn’t realize your squirming. Oh, but he did. His eyes trailed down to look at the exposed skin hidden under your pink checkered skirt, your white thigh highs fitting so snug around you. It looked so soft and supple. He needed to squeeze your flesh and sink his teeth into them to leave his mark. He suddenly wonders if you bruise easily.

“So, you go to this school here?” Max asks you, wanting to make small talk to keep you longer. “I hear it’s the last month before summer.”

“Yes, I do! It’s my last year too, and then I go to college,” you beamed with excitement and he almost found it adorable. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be so exciting.”

“No kiddin’. What’re you studying?” He licked his lips and looked at your neck and collarbones, suddenly wondering what you’d taste like if he trailed his tounge across. How long would he have to choke you to make you pass out?

“English! I wanna be a writer,” you gave him a shy smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled back at you. Man, was he handsome. “I never asked where you’re from, Max. I recognized your accent.”

“Oh, just a lil town up in Georgia,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ too special, I guess.”

“Georgia? I heard they have great peaches up there. I always wanted to go to a peach farm,” you pouted.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” His voice dropped down to a low baritone hum as he moved closer to you, the heat of just him engulfing you like flames. His breath tickled your ear. “They ain’t that good.”

You burst into a fit of giggles and covered your mouth with your palm. Max chuckles to himself and elbows you lightly. Your skin was soft. His hands twitched as he moved back to his spot. And what perfume were you wearing? It smelled like strawberries and rose water.

“Um, here you go, sir - Max!” You handed him the paper and closed your binder after putting your pencil away. “If you just follow those directions, you’d be out on the main street and then the doctor’s office should be around there. I promise, you won’t get lost.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a lovely samaritan, I do believe you deserve a reward,” he tells you and reaches over to open the glove compartment, the back of his hand briefly touching your knees as he rifles around and pulls out a heart shaped lollipop. “Somethin’ sweet for a sweet peach.”

You blushed and took the lollipop with a soft thank you, sir. You unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth, immediately letting out a soft moan, not even realizing it as you suckle and lick. Max never once took his eyes off you. His face changed into one of seriousness. He need to have you. And if he couldn’t right now, he’d find a way. When you went to look at him, he immediately gave you that charming smile of his.

“How about I take you home? You’ve been so good to me and I would just feel so bad letting you walk alone out here,” he told you and laid a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down as he looked into your eyes. Almost hypnotized, you nodded. “Where do you live, peach?”

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When Max stopped in front of your house, he took notice of the absence of cars in the driveway. You turned in your seat and gave him a blushing smile. He rests his arm on the seats behind him and spreads his thighs comfortably. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes look down before quickly looking into his again.

“Thank you for the ride, Max. I do hope you get to the doctors office safely,” you told him gently, leaning over the console to give his stubbly cheek a kiss, once more smelling that cologne.

“Pleasure’s all mine, peach,” he grins and tips his hat to you like a gentleman, savoring the little giggles that escape your red tinted lips that was from the lollipop.

He watches as you exit the car, waving back at you as you walk up the long walkway that leads to the steps. When you reach the top, you unlock the door, turning back once more to wave at Max. He gives you a wink as you shut the door. His smile drops from his face at an instant as he puts his car into drive and parks a few houses down. All he has to do is wait now.

When you get inside the house, you drop your bag down with a sigh and envelope the silence that fills up every room. You hated silence with such a passion. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same damn time. You needed excitement and wonder and boisterous adventures. You trudged up the carpet steps and enter your lonely room. Tugging off your shoes, you neatly put them back in the empty space under your bed, pushing them back just a tad so your bedsheets cover them. You remove your headband and run your fingers through your hair. You sat down on the edge of your bed with a sigh. Coming home to an empty house was the worst feeling you ever felt.

“I need a dog,” you mumbled to yourself and walked over to the radio that sat on your windowsill, sliding in your favorite tape of Queen and smiling happily again when Somebody To Love came on. You hummed along to the lyrics and began to pick up any dirty laundry lying around. You had to make sure the bathroom was in tact as well before your parents came home. You made a mental list in your head of things you needed to do as you left your room and entered the small laundry room just beside yours. You loaded the washer, poured in a small cup of detergent, and turned the novel so that it would start rotating the clothes around.

You walked down the steps and entered the guest bathroom that was adjacent to the back door. You put your handle on the knob and turned it to make sure it was still locked before you left for school and after you came home. Just as you walked down the hallway to check the front door, the familiar Hawaiian shirt caught you off guard in your kitchen. You gasped and pressed your back against the walk beside the steps. Max Cady was standing in your kitchen eating an apple from your bowl of fruits.

“You should learn how to lock your doors, honey,” he tells you, taking another bite out of the apple as he motions with his hand around. “I mean, anybody can just walk in.”

“Wha-What’re you doing here, sir?” You whispered helplessly, feeling as thought you’re about to collapse just from how fast your heart is beating. “My parents will be home a-any minute, you need to go.”

“The calendar says otherwise,” he tells you condescendingly and steps in front of said calendar. He points to a circled date that was tomorrow and reads aloud, “Mom and dad come back.” He turns back to you, seeing the evident fear in your ears and the tremble in your body. “Now, why on earth would you go and lie about somethin’ like that? Your parents taught you about strangers, but I guess they ain’t teachin’ you about lying.”

A small tear rolls down your cheek as you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a feeble, “Please.”

Max sets the apple down on the countertop and begins to stalk towards you just as you make a mad dash for the front door. You swing it open just when his strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down behind him, causing you to scream and fall on your hands and knees. He slams the door and chases you up the stairs as you helplessly crawl. You sobbed and fought at his rough hands as they grab your arms to slam you against the wall, making one of the picture frams fall onto the ground. You cried and clawed at his skin, trying to smack his face to catch him off guard.

“Get over here,” he growls and enters your room, throwing you onto the bed and slamming the door shut with his foot. “I do believe you need to learn some manners.”

You cried and hiccuped as you hugged your knees to your chest, desperately holding onto them as grabbed onto your pillows as well. You watched with tear filled eyes as Max turns off your radio. He gets on his knees on your bed. You helplessly shake your head and cried out when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down onto your back, causing your sheets to come undone and your stuffed animals to become disheveled.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered and closed your eyes tight, feeling his nose against your damp cheek as he chuckles in your ear.

“Kill you? Oh honey, I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he tells you, his southern drawl becoming thicker. He sits up straight, looking down your body and at how your thighs are trembling, your skirt pooled around your hips to show your tight gray panties. “Look at what we got here.”

You hiccuped and fearfully opened your eyes to see him staring down between your thighs with such hunger. You go to close them, but he smacks your thigh with such force that it makes you cry out. You rub at that sensitive and pained flesh, suddenly wishing that you never interacted with the man. He grabs your blouse and rips it apart, your buttons flying everywhere. You hear some clatter onto the ground as you lay helpless under him.

“I don’t want to hurt your pretty lil self, so how about you just cooperate, hm?” Max sternly tells you, pointing a finger down at you as if scolding a child. When you let out a small, “okay,” he nods in approval. “Now, have you ever been touched by a man?” You shake your head no. “You ever been touched by a woman?” You shook your head no. “You ever touch yourself?” You shook your head no once again. He laughs to himself and rubs a hand down his jaw. “You shittin’ me?”

“No sir,” you weakly whisper. “I’ve been saving myself.” You jump from his boisterous laugh. “What?”

“Well, I never thought of you to be such a holy girl.” His fingers gripped your thighs and he groaned as he saw the flesh turn white before pink. “Sweet, little innocent thing, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as his fingers moved further down until they stopped at the rim of your panties. “W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Well, I wanna choke the life out of you and destroy every inch of this body of yours, but I’m a gentleman,” he grins and tips his hat before putting it to the side. “I like you, Y/N, and I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, sliding the blade under the fabric of your panties and lifting up in quick succession as he rips the fabric out from under you. He whistles and licks his lips as he first sees your bare cunt.

“Freshly shaved, just how I like ‘em,” he grins and rubs his fingers against the lips of your private parts. You jumped from the foreign feeling and gasped, thighs trembling to fall shut as he applies pressure to the swelling button hidden beneath your lips. “Thatta girl. Just let daddy do what’s best for you, hm?” He forces your thighs further apart and notices a small string of arousal sliding out of your tight hole. “What do we have here?”

You’re nervously panting as you play with the locket around your neck. Max slides his fingers to scoop up slme of your slick and shows it off to you with a filthy smile, spreading his fingers lewdly to show you the strings of arousal that look like saliva.

“I-I don’t know what that is,” you softly tell him. “And I don’t want to know. So can you please leave me alone, sir.” More tears filled your eyes as he laughed at your pathetic attempt.

“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” he tells you and suddenly roughly shoves in his middle and ring fingers inside your tight cunt, laughing maniacally at the way you scream out from the painful intrusion. “That’s what I like to hear!”

You try to shut your thighs, but his large body and his arm between your legs stop you from doing so. He reaches over and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing and forcing you further down ontk the bed. You cough and grab onto his forearm, digging your nails into his tattooed and hairy skin. You kick your feet out as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you in quick succession. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to distract yourself. But every single one of your thoughts are violated by Max. He squeezes your throat much harder than the last, relishing your weak gasps for air and the wet sloshing of his fingers inside your virgin pussy.

“You think I didn’t notice those little fuck me eyes looking at me inside the car?” He crooned. He removed his hand from your throat, watching with a hungry expression when you weakly gasp for air, your eyes dazy and unfocused. He slaps your cheek condescendingly, loving the small whimpers that leave your lips as he does so. “You wanted me from the start, little peach.” He leans over with a hand planted in the side of your head. You look up at him, thighs trembling even more as he speeds up his fingers, the tips prodding at this sensitive part inside of you that forces more slick to pour out.

“Mmhmmm,” you whimpered softly and threw your head back as your toes curled in your thigh highs. This feeling was so foreign, yet it felt so good. Max knew what he was doing, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. “Please... daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins, crooking his fingers and moving his wrist upward as he ferociously begins to finger fuck you. You gasped and reached down to grab his forearm, but he shakes his head and laughs at your weak attempt.

“Oh G-God!” You squealed, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks burning up as the churning in your stomach envelopes into something bigger and stronger. “I-I feel... I feel... uuhhnnggh.”

“Let it happen,” he growls, slapping you in the face just as you squirt all over his hand and forearm, your juices spilling out onto your bedsheets and his pants. “Look at that!” He laughs as you try to catch your breath.

“Wha-What just happened, Max?” You whispered, feeling so dirty from letting an older man - a stranger - touch you so inappropriately, and you liking it.

“Oh honey, that ain’t nothin’,” he draws out and begins to unbuckle his belt. “We’re just getting started.”

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[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

Imagine Max Cady with a Girlfriend in College.

Requested by the Queen of Max Cady content herself, Miss @droogiesanddiscourse 💖✨

TW: mention of prison, age gap, implied smut

You probably met Max as he was cruising through your college town one weekend

He'd formed a habit of visiting new places just to get a change of scenery and he just loooves to drive his hot red mustang all over

Max had grown particularly fond of college towns, lot of cute girls there, and he could admire the goods as they strolled down the sidewalks or leaned over the passenger door of his car to flirt a little

AND they were all legal age, so they wouldn't get him into as much trouble

But boy did he want to get in trouble when he first laid eyes on you...

"My God, you could stop traffic with a body like that, sweet angel," he hollers out to you as you walk from your dorm to the nearest bar with a friend

As he rolls along beside you in his mustang, you throw over your shoulder, "Well, I don't see you stoppin'!"wwwwwwwws

"Oh, and she's feisty too, Lord help me!" he shakes his head as if he needed to pinch himself to believe you were real, "Darlin', would you and your friend like to grace my backseat with your presence, and I'll drive ya where you're goin'? Chauffeur style..." He raises his eyebrows and swipes his fingers across the brim of his hat

That was all she wrote; Max was all over you like bees on honey after taking you out that night, and you certainly didn't mind the attention from an older guy. Besides, he was a real gentleman with his own special style and classic southern charm.

Max made it a point to see you as often as possible, but was also more understanding than you expected him to be about needing time for school work

"I like to check up on my princess, make sure she doesn't have any suitors throwin' pebbles at her window, other than me of course. Like in those fairy tales, ya know? But I know my smart lil' princess likes to keep her grades up, so I can't be with her as much as I'd like to" he'd say over the phone

He likes to call you a lot, even if just for a few minutes to hear your voice and make sure you're okay each day

Max even buys you a phone for your dorm room, so you don't have to use the payphones on campus anymore! Of course this leads to some spicy phone calls late at night...

He loves getting to visit you on the weekends, maybe take you to dinner or lunch, then maybe to the library where he can read aloud with you, and whew! Some of the things this man makes you read out loud... Scandalous.

What he loves most is when you don't have too much homework and he can stay the whole weekend with you

He makes you breakfast in the mornings, it's not great, but it's nice having that stress off your shoulders

Max likes to read your textbooks while you work on some small assignment, getting to understand what you're learning and what interests you

And while he does adore making love with his hot young girlfriend, what he adores most is the other acts of intimacy you share, such as cuddling late at night as you share your thoughts with one another before drifting off to sleep, or when he runs you a bath and you gently bathe one another as you soak

He constantly praises you for getting your education, after studying for so long in prison, he knows how fulfilling it can be

And lastly, Max always looks forward to you graduating, telling you how he's gonna whisk you away, and you'll get to live together and that you can work or stay home, whatever Daddy's Little Princess wants ✨

[buckydeniro]

jimmy conway headcanon inspired by the “i’m gonna take a shower. do you care to join me? “you know, honey, there’s a gun in the footlocker in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.” scene in modern family whdkdhkfj

jimmy conway x reader

• it was a rare day for jimmy to be at home so you both took advantage of all the time you could spend with each other

• lets be honest you tagged along with him on a lot of his things

• poker nights with the guys, collecting money from people, almost everything

• even his hits

• what can you say, you two were inseparable.

• jimmy’s on the couch reading the newspaper, relaxing in comfortable clothes instead of his usual suits and you smile to yourself, on the opposite end of the couch where you’re lying down, at the sight before you.

• as if he senses you staring at him he turns his head to look at you a smile that’s mixed with a smirk sneaking it’s way onto his face

• “can i help you?”

• your smile grows, biting down on your bottom lip, haphazardly putting your book aside, deciding to jump up and move to sit in his lap, arms intertwining around his neck as his arms snake around your waist, your movements communicating in their own language

• it’s silent for a few seconds, you two just looking at each other with endearment

• your fingers playing with his hair at the nape of his neck and his fingers rubbing up and down softly against your back

• “well, i was thinking of taking a shower..”

• he cocks his eyebrow at you, listening

• “care to join me?” your eyes have a playful glint in them and his eyes now are filled with mischief and lust

• “you know, honey, there’s a gun hidden in the garage. if i ever say no to that question i want you to use it on me.”

• you laugh bubbly, shaking your head at him as your giggles die down

• his smile growing at the sight of yours

• lifting his eyebrows up quickly he picks you up carrying you to the bathroom “lets go”

• him smirking on the way to the bathroom with you

• and you laughing and him joining in chuckling because you’re laugh is so contagious

• okay bye

[lost-in-wyndriven-abbey]

i like to imagine myself as the ‘y/n’ in max cady fanfictions, but i know that, in reality, a relationship could never work out between max cady and i. and why?

besides the fact that he’s a rapist with no moral compass who just seeks to hurt others

i use the biggest words on a daily basis and have an extensive vocabulary that i use in every-day conversation so casually that i forget that i’m using words some people might not know. half the time it would be me having to explain what words i’m using to him.

ex:

“and, max! you should have been there, the band was great! the lead singer’s voice was just so damn mellifluous-”

“darlin’, i’m not even sure that’s a word…”

[theweirdkidinside03]

The remix version of Save Your Tears shook Peaches out the top spot of Countdown Top 40 this week

1. Save Your Tears (feat. Ariana Grande) (Remix) - The Weeknd

2. Leave The Door Open - Bruno Mars, Anderson.Paak & Silk Sonic

3. Peaches (feat. Daniel Caesar & Giveon) - Justin Bieber

4. Kiss Me More (feat. SZA) - Doja Cat

5. What? - SB19

6. Follow You - Imagine Dragons

7. Montero (Call Me By Your Name) - Lil Nas X

8.  What’s Next - Drake

9. Film Out - BTS

10. deja vu - Olivia Rodrigo

11. Shy Away - twenty one pilots

12. ON THE GROUND - Rose’

13. Beautiful Mistakes (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) - Maroon 5

14. Heartbreak Anniversary - Giveon

15. You All Over Me (feat. Maren Morris) (From The Vault) (Official Lyric Video) - Taylor Swift

16. We’re Good - Dua Lipa

17. Selfish Love (with Selena Gomez) - DJ Snake

18. Your Power - Billie Eilish

19. Confetti (feat. Saweetie) - Little Mix

20. Would You - The Vamps

21. Spaceman - Nick Jonas

22. Dancing With The Devil - Demi Lovato

23. Runaway - Aurora

24. Good Days - SZA

25. Where I Belong (feat. Mariah Carey) - Busta Rhymes

26. Sabotage - Bebe Rexha

27. Up - Cadi B

28. What Other People Say - Sam Fisher & Demi Lovato

29. Angels Like You - Miley Cyrus

30. This Is Heaven - Nick Jonas

31. My Head & My Heart - Ava Max

32. Soda - James Reid

33. Run - OneRepublic

34. Streets - Doja Cat

35. Provide (feat. Chris Brown & Mark Morrison) - G-Eazy

36. Best Friend (feat. Doja Cat) - Saweetie

37. Hold On - Justin Bieber

38. WITHOUT YOU - The Kid Laroi

39. All Your Exes - Julia Michaels

40. Lotus Inn - Why Don’t We

[droogiesanddiscourse]

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WELCOME BACK TO ME SCREAMING IM!! Doll I better see more Max Cady content coming from you soon I’m yellin

hypothetically speaking if you did, a d@ddy k1nk drabble, with Max Cady. That would be…fun 👀

hey, little devil!

“I wanna show you something.” purring, you climb up on to the massive bed where Max is sprawled out, hands behind his head. there’s a thin, white sheet that is draped over his abdomen, obscuring the rest of his nakedness from you, but his torso, etched with art, is on full display.

“Oh yeah?” a wicked grin worms its way into his countenance as he watches you sit on your knees in front of him. “Whattya wanna show me, darlin’? Somethin’ naughty, no doubt.” one of his hands flees to caress your cheek, thumb careening to trace the lower counterpart of your pouting couplet.

you mirror his grin with a coy one of your own, pressing a sugary peck to the calloused pad of his thumb before parting your tiers and grazing his nail with your teeth. giving him a little nibble before wrapping your lips around the digit entirely, you tilt your head. “It’s a.. little bit naughty.” you admit in a slurred voice, sheepish yet excited to share. you kiss his thumb once more, purging it from your cavern before you turn around. your fingers bunch up the fabric of your breezy skirt as you inch it upwards, exposing your panties, and you bend forward, poking your butt out on display towards Max. you stare at his countenance in the mirror, and to your relief, see undeniable hunger in his eyes.

“Well now, these must be new.” Max purrs, sitting up straight. placing one palm flush against your cheek, he uses the grip to keep it steady while the other hand toys with the fabric of the lingerie, thick digits slipping beneath it to ghost over your sensitive skin. “‘Daddy’s Angel’?” he reads the font sewn into the butt of the garment with bemusement and pride. “That’s what that says?”

giggling, you nod. “Do you like them?”

Max chortles, fingers curling around the fabric to draw most together. “‘Course I like ‘em, darlin’, but you’re definitely not daddy’s angel. You’re more like… daddy’s little devil.” his tongue darts over his bottom lip as he pulls the fabric taut and watches it slip between your globes. with the cotton of the panties forced so tight against your sex, you find yourself eliciting a sultry whimper, and your hips undulate against the sensation. “Yeah, that’s right. Daddy’s dirty, little devil. Always sittin’ on his shoulder, makin’ him think about doin’ all sorts of bad, bad things to her.”

“Like what?” you coo, in hopes that he’ll indulge you. “What does daddy want to do to his little devil right now?”

“Right now?” he repeats, and you can hear the arrogance in his voice; looking at his massive form looming over you in the mirror, you feel butterflies in your stomach. “Right now, seeing this pretty, little ass ain’t nearly marked up enough for my likin’, daddy wants to leave his John Hancock all over it.” his words are coupled with a brutal thwack to your supple cheek, that ripples at the contact of his palm.

whining, your hands scrape and grip fists in the sheet, body lurching forward at the force of his spank. “Mark me up, please, daddy!” you’re hardly able to plead before another smack lands in exactly the same spot, stinging much more than the first.

“Me, oh, my!” Max exclaims gleefully. “I bet that stung like fire, didn’t it, little devil? Don’tchu worry your little head, daddy���s gonna cover your pretty cheeks in black and blue, but he’ll kiss it better when he’s done.”