#yes yes i can do what i want forever this is my blog my house but have you considered that im scared and embarrassed

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would i get booed off the stage if i were to post my md selfship art here

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IRL photos jumpscare

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hi would you say the barrier of entry for sailing is very high?

my family had a house near the beach so i spent every summer in the sea so i absolutely ADORE IT and wanted to learn how to sail recreationally but it's always seemed so expensive + hard to get into

advice or opinions are greatly appreciated if you have any to offer<3

btw i love ur blog ty :)

i would absolutely encourage you to try sailing out and i think it's a great sport to get into! i have introduced dozens of people to sailing so far and almost all of them hit the ground running. the learning curve is steep and even just joining for the first times without touching anything is exhilarating so no moment learning is wasted. strong motion sickness or a paralyzing fear of the ocean notwithstanding, i truly think everyone can learn the ropes (haha) and that quickly! we always joke that it is very easy to get a boat sailing and very hard to get it sailing fast, but you have the rest of the life to figure out the latter and even if you don't you will have a grand time on the water.

you did not specify if you want to get on a sailing yacht (that you can sleep and do long tours on) or a smaller dhingy so i will answer both and i hope it is helpful!

SAILING YACHTS:

when it comes to sailing yacht, the real challenge is not sailing but owning a boat, and that is where the financial barriers come in. i will not lie to you - owning a boat is really expensive, and i am talking 5 to 6 figures a year expensive for a middle-sized sailing yacht including mooring, fixes, equipment, utilities, tools, and everything else. you can absolutely find cheap boats sold at every coast line - but buying a boat is not expensive, having a boat is. (guy who just bought a rope for 600 human dollars voice) heed my warning.

THE GOOD NEWS: you absolutely do NOT need a boat to learn sailing on a yacht. everywhere there is a marina there is people looking for crew, and many sailing clubs have programmes for beginners to get you on a yacht and try it out! there are also many summer programmes to join on larger tours and learn sailing. i would encourage you to bring a friend or two because it's much easier to flounder around on a new ship in groups, but it is absolutely worth trying out and again - even being on a boat is exiting, and you learn by doing!

now. sailing is not a dangerous sport and this is my heightened sense for safety of a sailing instructor speaking. but! if you join on a boat even as a visitor please think of that sailing tumblr blog in your life and tell the captain that before you go out of the water you would like to know: 1) the number for local search and rescue, and 2) the position of the fire extinguisher, the lifeboat/life ring, and the emergency shut-off and 3) that you want to wear a life vest unrelated to weather conditions. if they make jokes about you being a worry-wart, take them in stride, but if they refuse to do any of this, you tell them that they are irresponsible and leave. things rarely go wrong but they can and i want you to know what to do. okay? sailing is not scary but being unprepared is. okay PSA over.

DHINGY SAILING:

dhingy sailing is the most fun, the closest to the water, and the fastest way to learning sailing because you are together with one other person max facing the winds. yes you will most certainly get wet, but it is very safe, close to shore, incredibly fun and exhilarating, teaching you self-reliance, reflexes, trains your sense of balance and gives you abs. it's the perfect sport. can you tell i teach dhingy sailing

if you want to learn dhingy sailing, again, do NOT immediately buy a dhingy. while they are far less expensive they are still a hassle and setting up the mast without knowing your way around a boat will discourage you from sailing forever. instead, again, join a sailing club or a short course to learn dhingy sailing!

many places can give you intensive courses and certificates that qualify you to lend out dhingys afterwards our you join a sailing club with their own dhingys (which there are a lot of everywhere!). most offer weekly or even daily sailing lessons and group sailing and faster than you know you will flying over the water. the financial barrier here could be the course cost as they vary widely (my students pay 50 euros a year but some places will cost you that or more an hour it's hard to gauge). apart from that, you will have to invest in a neoprene suit and a sailing west, but that's the extent of it.

all in all, give sailing a try! it is the most rewarding hobby i can think of and my heart aches for everyone who lives at the coast and doesn't best the waves one way or another. and again, i cannot stress it enough: being on the water is half the fun. everything else will happen in due time. the ocean waits for you! happy sailing!

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I have another observation and meta post on the film and its staging. Do people want to hear it? Are you sick of me yet?

Don't care, my blog, you're getting it anyway.

So. Paris.

"The key stays on during sex." Yes. Lolz.

But.

That's the key to his family home, and he took to wearing it when they moved into the White House. It's not a massive extrapolation to say that it's a way for Alex to feel connected to that home, to his roots.

I have already talked a bit about how this movie has staged and sequenced the different parts to show how they fall into their forever, there's the kind of structural choices that make this ex-English teacher go absolutely feral, but it's the framing of this which is what I would like to talk about this Sunday morning.

Because look at where that key is. Look how it is framed.

It is front, centre, and pointing right down at Henry's chest.

If you're looking for a bigger metaphor that Henry is Alex's home then you're not going to find it elsewhere.

The key is between them the first time they make love, it hangs down from Alex's neck, aimed directly at him. I talked about the significance of the key before, how because of Alex Henry gets a key and a home and all that means. But Alex is wearing that key while in the White House because it's his family home. Because he knows the White House won't be his home forever. So he has that key as a reminder, as a link back to his roots.

And it is framed, so perfectly and clearly between them. That is a choice, that was deliberate. If Matthew hadn't wanted it on show Alex would have taken it off or slung it around his back to get it out of the way. So the fact it's there, hanging perfectly straight (ha) down and pointing at Henry's chest, at his heart? It means something.

It means everything. Alex's home won't be the White House for much longer. And while the home in Texas will always be there for him? From Paris onwards that isn't it. Home, as they say, is where the heart is. Alex's key to his family home points to where his heart is and from this point on neither of the boys can deny that what they have is big and real and terrifyingly brilliantly forever.

And yes, he gives that key to Henry after the storming of Kensington Palace but...

Look at what's on Alex's nightstand. Here. Lemme give you a close up.

He takes the key off. After that first time (at least) he takes the key off and places it on the nightstand. He doesn't need to keep a reminder of home with him because he's already learning, already discovering that Henry is his home now. His home, his heart, is in that bed, curled into his side, learning about his history and his hopes and his dreams and why he does what he does because of what it means to him. After Paris Alex opens up to Henry in the biggest of ways possible, wanting to show him his life and his home State and share insignificant moments with him.

Alex is building a new life, a new home for himself post his mom's presidency.

And the key literally pointed him in that direction.

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helo helloooo ☺️ this is my first request ever lol so sorry if I come off as idk weird or straight forward ig But can I request a nanami or sakuna ((jjk)) with the themes being bdsm/toy use?? ((Totally didn't take me forever to muster up the courage to type this out lmfao))

🌕 ((sorry I feel awkward not leaving sum u can ignore it if you'd like))

Ah welcome, patron! I’m honored that I can be your first time, so to speak~

Nothing you say could ever be deemed weird here, as this is a safe place to open up and indulge yourself in heated sin.

I do hope this request is to your liking, and I hope to see you in the House again soon.

Take care~

Title: Under the King's Control

Characters: Dom!Sukuna x sub!m!reader

Contains: BDSM, toy usage(cock ring, anal plug), orgasm control, vocal control, degradation, rough sex, bondage

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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You were unsure of how long he was toying with you, but you honestly couldn't complain.

You were bound to a low legged table, arms tied up above your head, and your legs bound at the ankles to two of the legs on the table, spreading your legs and exposing your toy stuffed ass in this mating press position. You cock weeped with precum, though nothing else would exit due to the ring he had placed on you soon after the session started.

You were a whimpering mess, eyes hazed with lust as you wiggled your ass with what room you could muster. You were aching for more than the stretching of the plug that was stuffed in you. You were internally begging for your master you fill you with his cock, but he had commanded you to be silent as he watched from above.

"You're being very well behaved, brat..." Sukuna's voice was deep, startling you with a small gasp. "I'm impressed. I had assumed you would have broken by now."

You didn't speak. You were only allowed to answer his questions, not respond to general sentences.

Sukuna stepped over, tapping the end of the plug that was buried deep inside of your ass. Your legs twitched, and soft, shaky gasps left you. He tugged on it, the toy pulling and pressing against the tight rings of your hole, yet you remained silent, your quivering legs being the only response.

"Good...such a good toy you are~" He kept pulling until your rings expanded, the plug now pulled out only for him to press it deep back inside. Your eyes widened as you writhed against the sudden insertion, roughly biting your lip to silence anything that tried to sound from you. "It's almost ready~ Or...should I just stuff you right away, and spread you further myself?"

God you thought he'd never ask. You answered happily, practically cock drunk. "S-Stuff me, Master! Please, I beg of you! S-Stuff me...f-fill me! I need it!"

Sukuna chuckled at your desperation, tugging at the toy once more until it slid out of you. You wouldn't have to wait long for him, as he was already positioning himself over your stretched hole.

"I want to hear you scream, worm. I want to hear who's making you feel good as your pathetic ass is pounded, understand?"

You nodded eagerly. "Y-Yes, Lord Sukuna!"

Without another word, Sukuna entered you, and you were finally allowed to let out all the pleased sounds you were holding back, eyes rolling back into your skull from the sudden bliss. He didn't hold back either, slamming into you with such fervor that your vision nearly turned white.

"M-Master Sukuna~!"

You knew your throat would be hoarse after this, but you didn't care. The stretch of your ass with his cock was nothing compared to the plug. Sukuna was much bigger than the toy, and it left you a fucked out mess. Your voice echoed off the walls, screams of bliss sounding like music to Sukuna's ears as you babbled out his name and title. He held onto in such a way that allowed him to fuck into you deeply, leaving a small bulge forming in your stomach with every thrust.

"M-Mas...ster Su-Sukuna...P-Please...cum...Wanna c-cum!" Your thoughts were practically fucked out of you that you almost couldn't form proper sentences.

Sukuna grabbed your throbbing cock, an evil grin on his face. "Y-You wanna cum, huh?" His own voice was breathless but still full of energy as he began jerking you off with the ring stll on, forcing you to let out a scream.

"L-Lord Su...ukuna! Th-The ring! Please! T-Take it off!"

He didn't respond. Instead he kept his actions, rapidly stroking your cock as he filled your ass with himself, more than pleased with himself in how he's making you beg and whine.

Though you would soon be blessed, as after what felt like forever, Sukuna suddenly stopped, gracing you sweet release as he removed the ring, strings of cum shooting out almost immediately paired with your erotic screams. Sukuna slowed his movements but kept a very slow movement to keep you stimulated, which only left you softly whimpering.

He gazed down at your spent form, chuckling darkly. "Let's make you do that again~"

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The Lost Dragon XV - Eternal.

Summary:

Aemond and Vaelys marry in the tradition of their house.

Warning(s): Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - P in V, Blood, Valyrian Wedding, Allusion to Public Sex, Embrassment, Uncomfortable Situations, Child Birth, Complications.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4905

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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“Care to join me, husband?”

Aemond didn’t need asking twice as he quickly pulled off his breeches and tunic and slid into the water behind Vaelys.

Vaelys relaxed against Aemond and closed her eyes, feeling content as she felt his hands slid around her body and rest on her stomach, he nuzzled her neck as his hands then moved to her breasts.

“Be careful-they feel tender” whispered Vaelys.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond as his fingers gently brushed over her stiff rosy nipples.

“Now that we have a moment to ourselves-shall we discuss the wedding?” mused Vaelys enjoying the sensation of her husband’s hands on her body.

“Sure-“ muttered Aemond, his hands now cupping the weight of his wife’s slightly milk swollen breasts.

“Shall we arrange for it to take place in three moons time, that way people have p-plenty o-of n-notice” suggested Vaelys, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt her husband’s hard cock pressed against her.

“Good idea, I’m fairly certain Helaena will help you with any arrangements and we’ll obviously need the traditional Valyrian robes” whispered Aemond.

“We can ask the cooks to prepare some of our favourite food” exclaimed Vaelys, moving her head to side as Aemond began pressing gentle kisses to her neck.

“As long as we have decent wine, not that piss that usually gets served” retorted Aemond.

“I didn’t take you for much of a wine drinker” mused Vaelys.

“I’m not, but if I’m going to have to deal with your mother and Daemon there’s no way I’m doing that totally sober” muttered Aemond as he reached for the lavender soap.

“What makes you think they’ll be invited?” asked Vaelys curiously.

“-Because I want as many witnesses as possible” replied Aemond as he began to lather soap on his wife’s body.

“A-Aemond-” muttered Vaelys.

“Do you know how much I love you?” asked Aemond.

“I’m not sure. Perhaps you should remind me” giggled Vaelys.

“My sweet wife. My Vaelys” muttered Aemond as he began peppering kisses on the back of her neck whilst he continued to run his soapy hands all over her body.

“My husband. My love” gasped Vaelys.

“Your mine. Forever” said Aemond.

Vaelys lifted her hips and reached behind her to take hold of Aemond’s already hard cock.

After teasing her husband with a few slow strokes, Vaelys lowered herself onto his cock.

Aemond groaned loudly when Vaelys was fully seated in his lap, his hands grasping his wife’s hips tightly as he began to move.

Vaelys gripped the sides of the bathtub for support as Aemond began thrusting into her. The water splashing over the edge as the force of Aemond’s thrusts increased.

Aemond loved fucking Vaelys from behind. She was so perfect. He loved her mother’s body and would never tire of feeling her wet heat wrapped around him.

Vaelys rocked her hips backwards in time with Aemond’s thrusts. Her loud moans echoed around their bed chambers.

“A-Aemond. Yes. Yes. H-Husband” whined Vaelys as Aemond shifted slightly and began thrusting deeper inside her.

“I want to stuff my cock deep inside your cunny and never leave” moaned Aemond.

“Aemond. P-Please” cried Vaelys as she felt Aemond sicking on her neck.

“Take it. Take all of me” groaned Aemond.

Vaelys began convulsing around him, making the sweetest noises as Aemond began fucking her harder.

Aemond held Vaelys tight to him as his cock throbbed, spilling his seed.

“My love. My sweet” exclaimed Aemond as Vaelys sagged against him.

It felt like Vaelys had barely blinked, and their second wedding was upon them.

Aemond and Helaena had successfully acquired the traditional Valyrian robes, the invitations had been sent out and now Dragonstone was packed with people and dragons alike.

Vaelys ran her hands down the traditional Valyrian robes she wore, and she couldn’t help but wonder what Aemond looked like.

A soft knock sounded on the door and then Helaena appeared clutching something covered by a thin cloth.

“Hel” whispered Vaelys.

“Your mother gave me this to give to you-she didn’t think you’d be very receptive to her approaching you” replied Helaena as she uncovered an ornate headpiece.

“Not yet-” said Vaelys.

“Mama, pretty” cooed Sovia.

“I agree, your mother is very pretty” said Helaena smiling brightly as she attached the headdress to Vaelys who turned to the looking glass and gasped.

She truly looked like a vision of old Valyria.

“The rose is in bloom, a babe in the womb-three becomes four another dragon will soar”.

“Another dragon” muttered Vaelys.

“I believe you already knew that didn’t you?” answered Helaena.

“I found out yesterday” replied Vaelys.

“Does Aemond know?” wondered Helaena.

“I was planning to tell him tonight-but I was worried, I remember what you said, about there being three babes and-“

“-Sometimes I can be wrong, things can change-people have free will and decisions they make can alter, mayhaps if my brother had taken you back to your chambers instead of staying in the library-“

“-As mortifying as this conversation is about to become, we have a wedding to get too and there’s little ears around” said Vaelys as she looked at Sovia who busied herself with the daisy chain she’d made earlier.

"White stained with red-" muttered Helaena.

"What does that mean?" asked Vaelys.

"I-I don't-sometimes I'm wrong-I hope I'm wrong" replied Helaena sadly as she took Vaelys' hand.

"What-" questioned Vaelys.

“-Do you think daddy will like it?” asked Sovia loudly.

“He’ll love it-you know I used to make them for him when I was younger”.

“Y-You did?” exclaimed Sovia.

“Yes-I used to draw him pictures too” replied Vaelys.

“Did he like them?”

“He must have done-he kept them all these years” said Vaelys.

“Are we all ready?” asked Helaena.

“Yes-yes we are” shrieked Sovia excitedly.

“I-I’m ready” said Vaelys firmly.

“Now, let’s get you married. Again” replied Helaena.

Vaelys took a deep shuddering breath and then took hold of Sovia’s hand.

This time there was no fear. There were no chains.

There was only love.

It didn’t stop Vaelys from feeling nervous though, which in hindsight was odd considering she was already married to Aemond, but then again, this time around it was different. All her family were there.

Even her mother and Daemon, things between them weren’t as they were before and Vaelys wasn’t sure if they ever would be.

But she’d invited them nonetheless, Cregan was also there, at Aemond’s insistence, which was obviously his possessive streak coming out, wanting as many people as possible to witness their wedding, so they would all know that him and Vaelys belonged to another.

The seats were filled with Lords and Ladies from all over the realm.

As Vaelys passed Cregan he gave her a small smile and a nod, which she returned, her eyes then found her mother who was smiling at her, the gold crown on her head glinting in the sunlight.

Her brothers Jace and Luke were also in attendance sitting with Baela and Rhaena, smiling brightly as she walked past with Helaena and Sovia.

Vaelys could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she finally looked towards Aemond.

Aemond of course was dressed in the matching traditional robes, but his long silver hair had been left unbound and hung loosely around his shoulders. He’d also removed his eyepatch, his sapphire on full display, twinkling in the sunlight.

Daeron was standing proud next to his brother, in his arms was Aemon who was fast asleep, completely oblivious to what was going on and Daevyn stood at his side both of her boys were wearing matching outfits of red, cream and gold.

“Y-You look beautiful” whispered Aemond as Vaelys approached.

“As do you my love” replied Vaelys.

“Are you ready?” asked the priest.

“Yes. Yes, we are” said Vaelys as she took Aemond’s hand in hers.

The priest smiled and after Helaena and Sovia moved to the side, the ceremony began.

Aemond and Vaelys each took turns in cutting the other’s lip with a dragon glass blade and marking each other’s forehead with the symbols of fire and blood.

Aemond unflinching as he cuts his hand and then offers the blade to Vaelys who does the same.

As they face each other once more, both husband and wife join hands allowing their blood to flow into one another.

“Hen lanoti ānogar, Va sȳndroti vaedroma, Mēro perzot gīhoti, Elēdroma āirza sīr, Izulī amapā perzi, Prumī lanti sēteksi, Hen jenȳ māzīlarion, Qēlossa ozundesi, Syndroro ono jēdo, Rȳ kīvia mazvestraksi”

(Blood of two, Joined as one, Ghostly flame and song of shadows, Two hearts as embers, Forged in fourteen fires, A future promised in glass, The stars stand witness, The vow spoken through time, Of darkness and light)

A cloth is draped around their joined hands, Vaelys’ eyes never leave Aemond as their mingled blood drips into the goblet.

Aemond drinks first and then offers the goblet to Vaelys who readily consumes the mixture of blood and wine, both of them bound together. Forever.

Once the vows are complete, they allow their blood to mix once again with a kiss.

Loud booming roars echoed across the sky as Vhagar, Vermithor and the other dragons flew overhead, and soon Dragonstone is alight with sounds of a dragons song, unlike anybody has ever heard before.

As they part, Vaelys and Aemond gaze upon one another.

“Will you love me Aemond, until the day I die?” asked Vaelys softly.

“No. Much longer than that Vaelys. Much longer” replied Aemond as he took his wife’s face in his hands and kissed her once more.

As the festivities of their wedding feast continued, Aemond and Vaelys found themselves surrounded by the joyous celebrations of their friends and family. The air was filled with laughter and music, and the aroma of sumptuous dishes wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses.

Aemond watched Vaelys with a tender smile as she conversed with the Helaena, her eyes alight with happiness. He reached for a goblet of wine, intending to offer her a refill, but hesitated when he noticed that her own goblet remained untouched.

"Vaelys, would you like more wine?" he asked, his voice gentle with concern.

Vaelys shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips. "No, thank you, Aemond," she replied, her tone warm. "I'm feeling quite content as I am."

Aemond furrowed his brow slightly, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features. It wasn't like Vaelys to decline wine, especially on such a joyous occasion. His gaze lingered on her face before moving to her stomach.

However, Aemond found himself momentarily distracted by the sight of Sovia, approaching him with a small smile playing on her lips. In her hands, she held a delicate daisy chain necklace, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Daddy," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm, "I made this for you!"

Aemond's heart swelled with pride as he looked down at his daughter, a fond smile gracing his features. "Thank you, Sovia," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "It's beautiful."

With a sense of nostalgia washing over him, Aemond bent down slightly, allowing Sovia to place the daisy chain around his neck. He couldn't help but be reminded of Vaelys when she was younger, and how she would sit in the gardens of the Red Keep, making daisy chains for him.

With a grateful smile, Aemond reached out to ruffle Sovia's messy silver hair affectionately. "Thank you, Issa byka grēges”  he said, his voice filled with warmth.

Eventually the festivities began to wind down, and Ceci, approached Aemond and Vaelys' children. With a warm smile, she knelt down beside them, her gentle voice carrying through the air.

"Come along now, my little ones," she said softly, her eyes twinkling with warmth. "It's time to get ready for bed."

Sovia and Daevyn exchanged reluctant glances, their youthful energy still buzzing from the excitement of the day. "But we don't want to go to bed yet," Sovia protested, her lower lip jutting out in a pout.

Ceci chuckled softly her tone gentle but firm. "I know, my dear, but even little dragons need their rest," she replied, her words laced with affection. "And your parents will want you to be well-rested for tomorrow."

Aemon, the youngest of the three, who was laid out on a blanket looked up at Ceci with wide amethyst eyes and gave her gummy smile.

With a resigned sigh, Sovia and Daevyn finally relented, albeit reluctantly. Casting one last pleading glance at their parents, they allowed Ceci to lead them away.

As the children disappeared into the depths of the castle to prepare for bed, Aemond stood at the head of the table.

"To all in attendance," Aemond began, his voice ringing out clear and strong, "Thank you all for joining us on this joyous occasion. Your presence has made this day all the more special, and we are truly grateful to have you here with us."

He raised his goblet high, the rich red wine glinting in the low light. "I would like to take a moment to thank my beloved wife, Vaelys," he continued, his voice softening with emotion. "She is my rock, my confidante, and my greatest love. She completes me in ways I never thought possible, and I am eternally grateful to have her by my side."

A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, and Aemond's gaze softened as he turned to look at Vaelys, his eyes shining with love. "Vaelys," he said, his voice filled with tenderness, "You are my twin flame, my soulmate. Without you, I am but half of a whole. I love you more than words can express, and I am blessed to share this life with you."

With a heartfelt smile, Aemond raised his goblet in a silent toast to his wife, the love of his life. And as the guests echoed his sentiment with their own glasses raised high,

As Aemond's heartfelt words washed over the gathered guests, Vaelys felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. She rose from her seat, her eyes shining with love and pride as she lifted her goblet high.

"To my dearest Aemond," she began, her voice ringing out with unwavering sincerity, "You are not only the love of my life, but my partner in all things. Your strength, your kindness, and your unwavering devotion have been my guiding light through every trial and triumph we've faced together."

Aemond's eye widened in surprise as he listened to Vaelys' words, his heart swelling with love and gratitude for the woman standing before him.

"And-" Vaelys continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "I have a special announcement to make-another little dragon shall be joining us in the coming months”.

Gasps of surprise and delight filled the room as Vaelys' words sank in, and Aemond's eye widened in astonishment as he realized the full weight of her revelation.

He rose from his seat, his heart pounding with joy, as he placed hand on her stomach, feeling the small swell.

With tears of joy glistening in his eye, Aemond leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to Vaelys' lips, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude for the precious gift she had bestowed upon him.

With a smile, Aemond and Vaelys turned to address their guests, the glow of joy still evident on their faces.

"Thank you all for joining us in this celebration," Aemond announced, his voice warm with appreciation. "We are truly grateful for your presence here tonight. Please, enjoy the rest of the festivities. However, Vaelys and I will be retiring for the evening."

There was a murmur of understanding and well-wishes from the guests as they bid farewell to the newlyweds.

Instead of heading back into the castle, Aemond took Vaelys' hand and led her down a winding path that led to the beach. As they approached the shore, Vaelys' breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.

A nest of pillows and blankets had been arranged next to a crackling fire, the flames casting a warm glow against the dark sky. Aemond turned to her with a smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"I thought we could spend our wedding night on our beach," he explained, his voice soft with tenderness.

Tears of joy welled up in Vaelys' eyes as she gazed at her husband, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness and love.

"Oh, Aemond," she whispered, her heart overflowing with love, "It's perfect."

Hand in hand, they settled onto the pillows, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore providing a relaxing melody.

"Aemond," she whispered, her voice soft and filled with love, "I want you to know how much I love you."

Aemond's heart swelled at her words, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering intensity. "Vaelys," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion, "I love you more than words can express."

With a shared understanding, they began to undress each other, their movements slow and deliberate, each touch a testament to the depth of their passion and desire.

As the last of their garments fell away, they laid beside each other, bared and vulnerable, yet filled with a profound sense of connection and love.

With a tender smile, Vaelys drew Aemond into her embrace, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. "I love you, Aemond," she whispered against his lips, her voice a gentle caress. "Always and forever."

Aemond felt a profound sense of peace wash over him. Despite the doubts and insecurities that had plagued him for so long, he finally understood that what he shared with Vaelys was real, true, and enduring.

As the realization of their love's depth settled upon Aemond, he felt a gentle pull toward the future, a future entwined with Vaelys, their children, and the promise of new beginnings. With a tender smile, he placed a hand on Vaelys' stomach, feeling the small swell beneath his touch.

"Another child," he murmured softly, his voice filled with wonder and awe. "A new life, a new chapter for our family."

Stroking the gentle curve of her belly, Aemond felt a surge of love and anticipation coursing through him.

Vaelys placed her hand over his, her eyes shining with joy and love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness, "another precious gift to cherish and love."

"During my time in Essos," he began, his gaze fixed on the twinkling stars above, "I came across the Dothraki, a fierce and proud people. They have a tradition—a custom, if you will—where they make love under the open sky, beneath the stars."

Vaelys listened intently, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the fire as she absorbed his words. "It's a celebration of life, of love, of everything that connects us to the world around us," Aemond continued, his voice tinged with reverence as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“In that case I insist we honour their traditions-“ replied Vaelys.

They explored each other's bodies, their movements slow and deliberate, as if savouring each moment as it unfolded.

Beneath the canopy of stars, their love blazed with an intensity that defied words. Each kiss, each caress, was a testament to the depth of their passion, a symphony of desire that echoed through the night.

As they came together in a passionate embrace, their bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself, they lost themselves in the ecstasy of the moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, joined together in a union of body, mind, and soul.

With each breath, each sigh of pleasure, they soared to new heights of ecstasy, their love igniting like a flame that burned brighter with each passing moment.

And as they lay spent in each other's arms, the stars above them twinkling in silent approval.

 

In the grand hall of Dragonstone, Aemond sat with his children, engrossed in trying to teach Sovia how to play cyvasse. Laughter echoed through the hall as they strategized and plotted their next moves, the warmth of family bonding filling the air.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps drew their attention, and Aemond looked up just in time to see Vaelys storming into the hall, her expression stormy and her hands resting on her swollen belly.

Aemond jumped in surprise, nearly knocking over the cyvasse board in his haste. "Vaelys!" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of surprise and concern. "What's the matter?"

Vaelys' eyes blazed with frustration as she approached, her gait slow and laboured. "The babe is late," she muttered, her voice tinged with irritation. "I'm uncomfortable, I'm tired, and I'm fed up with waiting."

Aemond's heart went out to her, his concern deepening as he took in her weary appearance. "I'm sorry, my love," he said, rising from his seat and crossing the hall to her side. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Vaelys' frustration reached a boiling point as she looked into Aemond's eyes, her own filled with anger and exhaustion. "You've done enough," she snapped, her voice sharp and cutting. "This is your fault. If you hadn't—"

"-You were a willing participant if I do recall" muttered Aemond. It was true—they had both shared in the passion that had led to their current situation.

“That’s not the point-you clearly don’t understand“ snapped Vaelys as she stormed away, leaving him standing in the hall.

"Oops, daddy's in trouble," he said with a wry smile, his tone light-hearted but tinged with regret.

Daevyn furrowed his brow in confusion, his young mind struggling to make sense of the situation. "Why is mama blaming daddy?" he asked, his voice filled with innocence.

Sovia, ever the perceptive one, answered matter-of-factly, her expression thoughtful. "Because it was Daddy who put the babe in Mama," she stated, her words causing Aemond to swallow hard, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Aemond glanced at Sovia, his heart swelling with pride at her astuteness, even as he grappled with the weight of her words. "That's-true," he admitted, his voice tinged with awkwardness.

“But how does daddy put the babe in there”

Daevyn's innocent question caught Aemond off guard, his eyes widening in shock as he struggled to find the right words to respond. He hadn't anticipated having to explain the intricacies of conception to his young son, so soon.

Aemond cleared his throat, his mind racing as he searched for an age-appropriate answer. "Well, Daevyn," he began slowly, his voice faltering slightly, "it's-um-when a man and a woman love each other very much, they come together in a special way, and-well, that's how babes are made."

Daevyn's eyes widened with curiosity, his brow furrowing in confusion. "But how do you do it, daddy?" he persisted, his innocence shining through in his earnestness.

Aemond swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"Um-well, you see," he stammered, his voice growing increasingly awkward, "it's-it's a very special kind of-um-hug."

Daevyn nodded thoughtfully, seemingly satisfied with his father's explanation. "Oh, like when mama hugs me when I'm sad?" he asked, his eyes wide with understanding.

Aemond breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Daevyn seemed to have accepted his answer without further probing. "Yes, something like that," he replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Just-a grown-up version."

“But I hear mama scream your name”.

Sovia's innocent revelation left Aemond feeling as though the ground might as well open up and swallow him whole. His cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment as he struggled to process her words, his mind racing with a million thoughts at once.

"You-you heard that?" Aemond managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

Sovia nodded, her expression a mix of curiosity and innocence. "Yes, mama was screaming your name," she replied matter-of-factly, oblivious to the impact of her words.

Aemond felt a lump form in his throat as he exchanged a panicked glance with Helaena, who had just walked into the hall with her own children.

Gods Aemond prayed for a way to escape the awkwardness of the moment.

"Um-well, you see, Sovia," Aemond began, his voice trembling with embarrassment, "Sometimes, uh, grown-ups-they, um, play games-and sometimes those games can get a little-loud."

He winced inwardly at his feeble attempt at an explanation, knowing full well that it only made things worse. But before he could dig himself any deeper, Helaena stepped in, her voice gentle but firm.

"Sovia, sweetheart," she said, her tone gentle but firm, "Some things are meant for grown-ups to talk about and sometimes mama and daddy need some privacy”.

Sovia nodded, seemingly satisfied with her aunts response. As she skipped over to Jaehaera, Aemond let out a sigh of relief, grateful to his siter for the reprieve from further embarrassment.

But even as the tension in the room began to ease, Aemond couldn't shake the feeling of mortification that lingered in the air. He silently vowed to make sure that him and Vaelys were more careful about his private moments in the future, lest their children overhear something they shouldn't.

In the dimly lit chamber of Dragonstone's birthing room, Vaelys' cries echoed off the stone walls, each contraction bringing her closer to the moment they had all been waiting for. Aemond's heart clenched with worry as he watched her endure the agony of labour, his hand tightly clasped in hers, offering what little solace he could provide.

Helaena stood nearby, her presence a steady source of support for her good sister.

And then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, the moment arrived. With one final, gut-wrenching cry, Vaelys brought their babe into the world, her body trembling with exhaustion and relief.

As the Maester carefully placed the newborn babe in Vaelys' arms, Aemond's heart swelled with pride and awe. Tears welled in his eye as he gazed upon the tiny, fragile life that they had brought into the world together—a precious gift born from their love and devotion.

"She's beautiful," Aemond whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion.

Vaelys nodded, her eyes shining with tears of joy as she cradled their daughter against her chest. "Yes," she murmured, her voice filled with wonder, "She's perfect."

As they gazed down at their newborn daughter, Aemond and Vaelys felt a surge of love and pride wash over them. Her tiny features were a perfect blend of both of them, a testament to the love that had brought her into the world.

"What shall we name her?" Aemond asked softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he looked to Vaelys for guidance.

Vaelys smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection as she considered the question. "I've always loved the name Rekara," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means 'rose' in High Valyrian—a symbol of love and beauty."

Aemond's heart swelled with joy at her suggestion, knowing that it was the perfect name for their precious daughter. "Rekara," he repeated, testing the name on his tongue. "It's perfect."

And as they spoke the name aloud, they knew that it would be a fitting tribute to the love that had brought them together—the love that had blossomed between them like a beautiful rose, enduring and eternal. With a shared smile, they looked down at their daughter, little Rekara, knowing that she was destined for greatness, just like the flower from which she took her name.

As the room fell into a hushed silence after the birth of Rekara, Aemond noticed his sisters eyes go wide in alarm.

“White stained with red” exclaimed Helaena.

 Before Aemond could utter a word, Vaelys cried out in pain, her voice echoing through the chamber. Aemond's heart skipped a beat as he watched in horror as the white sheets beneath Vaelys became stained with crimson.

"Vaelys!" Aemond exclaimed, his voice laced with panic as he reached out to her, his hands trembling with fear.

The Maester sprang into action, swiftly taking Rekara from Vaelys' arms and passing the newborn babe into Aemond's trembling embrace. Aemond's mind raced with a thousand questions, but in that moment, all he could focus on was the sight of his beloved wife writhing in agony before him.

"What's happening?" he demanded, his voice choked with emotion as he looked to the maester for answers.

The Maester's brow furrowed with concern as he examined Vaelys, his hands moving swiftly as he worked to try and stem the flow of blood. "It appears to be a postpartum haemorrhage," he explained tersely, his tone grave. "We need to act quickly to stop the bleeding."

Aemond felt a wave of fear wash over him as he watched the Maester's frantic efforts to save Vaelys' life. Clutching Rekara tightly to his chest, he prayed to the gods for her survival, his heart heavy with dread at the thought of losing her.

Aemond's heart pounded in his chest like a drum as he watched the life drain from Vaelys before his very eyes. Panic gripped him like a vice, as he handed Rekara to Helaena.

"Vaelys, please," he pleaded, his voice choked with emotion as he knelt by her side, clutching her hand in his own. "Stay with me."

But Vaelys' face was pale and drawn, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she fought to keep her eyes open. Her strength was waning, slipping away from her like grains of sand through an hourglass.

Aemond's hands trembled as he brushed a lock of silver hair from Vaelys' forehead, his heart breaking. "Don't leave me," he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. "Please, don't leave me."

[devourers-of-god]

Hii :D

for first i wanted to say that i love your blog and the way you describe the characters!

can i request HC of the characters on valentine's day? if you don't want to do it to everyone, it could be just Travis and Sal. i'll let you decide there, take as much time as you want and if you don't want to do it, everything is fine. (i hope i wrote it well, it's a bit difficult for me to write in english)

HIII! thank you so much for the compliments it is very heart warming :( SOrry im late about your request HAHAH I will indeed do Sal and Travis only,,, you know me so well anon ,,, You wrote everything perfectly !! I couldn't have guessed if you didn't tell me :) ILY REQUESTS ARE OPEN PEOPLE! LOOK ALIVE! /ref but plz everyone, read my carrd In my bio before submitting.. its upsetting to see asks that doesn't meet my rules...

SAL AND TRAVIS ON VALENTINES DAY

Type : Headcanons

Warnings: None! Mostly Fluff sorry y'all I don't write nsfw

SAL

= Sal prepared some things for you by the gentle help of Ashley, because sal didn't know how to please you and Ash is your best friend.

= I think Sal would make you a valentines boo basket like the ones you see on TikTok. Filled with your favourite chocolates and CDS, cute slippers, horror movie blanket, jewelry and some surprises connected to your interests.

= He would come by your apartment/house and wear ''clean clothes'' ( Jeans he washed the night before and his favourite shirt lol), with his nails freshly painted of a beautiful black colour.

= He also brought movies to watch, romantic ones you say? Hell nah this Sal Fisher, he brought horror movies that you would enjoy.

= You were so happy by his gifts that you jumped right into his arms and dragged him into your room, he cuddled and kissed you A BUNCH because boy was he happy his partner liked what he bought them. He filled your entire face with kisses, when Sal started he couldn't stop.

= After all the affection was received, you two were stuck on the couch, under your new blanket, cuddling and watching movies. For the occasion Sal took off his mask, only if no one was there that day, which made you very happy and flustered to see your lover's face after a long day.

TRAVIS (ARGHBHHH EEEK ^0^DNWAODNSNF)

= Travis already struggles with showing affection, it was very hard to warp his mind around celebrating for the first time in his life Valentines day with his boyfriend.

= He also had to ask Ashley because she's your best friend after all, she recommended following his heart and doing something classic to not stress him too much. And that he did!

= My sweet boy put on a suit for you and bought flowers, not just any flowers tho, Travis believe in flower language. Which is that every single flower has a different meaning when given. He carefully chose Daisies (I truly love you), Red Carnation (My heart aches for you), Honey Suckles (Devoted affection) and lastly, Salvia Red (forever mine). Yes he could've chosen classic roses but he felt like you might think that he didn't put in any effort.

= This boy is an hopeless romantic and decided to write you a letter about his true feelings since he was so bad at expressing them in front of you, words couldn't leave his mouth but they were flowing with the help of his fountain pen.

= He then picked up gourmet chocolates, a bit expensive but he thought it would make you happy. Ashley suggested that he makes a mixtape of your favourite songs on a cassette since you had a walkman. He made 2 mixtapes, one of your favourites and the other one is songs that reminds him of you.

= He showed up to your door in the evening and your jaw dropped, seeing your boyfriend in a suit made you feel things you've never felt before. He felt super happy by your reaction and the letter was so profound it made you cry. You also knew flower language and you were basically bawling because of the effort (and money) he spent on you.

OKAY DONE ! you guys can see that I prefer travis over sal oops,,, I hope everyone still loved it! plz plz plz send me things because im desperate.... I love you all guys.......

[princelylove]

Hi, accidentally stumble in your blog~ I love yandere jojo contents too so I hope to see your content about it :D

I don't know what to request yet but maybe we can talk about type of yandere. What is your favorite type of yandere? Mine is delusion or simp yandere (what characters in jojo you think they will be in this category btw)

Delusional types are adorable to me. There’s just something so charming about someone who’s so bent on being together that their brain skips the entire courting process and goes right into “We’re dating. No actually we’re married and have been married since forever and even our past lives were married. You belong to me what do you mean I have to stop calling for fifteen days.” I think my favored type is protective, but delusionals are too cute to pass on. As for those I think are delusional or simps, off the top of my head…

I’d also argue that Mista’s the type to simp, he’s pretty sure he’ll die if you carry your own shopping bags, but he doesn’t strike me as delusional. Love’s gotta be real to him, you know? He’s the kind of guy that can take a maybe, hell, even a hard no! He knows how to back off, but he’s just gonna keep watch from over here if that’s cool with you. I mean, come on, what kinda “friend” would he be if he let you open your own doors or pay for your own meal? He’s got a job, it’s totally on him! Don’t even think about trying to step over that puddle yourself, he’s already got you up by your legs to carry you across. He’s pretty strong, isn’t he? Oh, he’d die a happy man if you praised him for something like that. He’s like a dog whose tail just won’t stop wagging. You’re his everything, why wouldn’t he try to do things for you all the time? That isn’t weird, don’t shove him into the same category as creepy guys who never give up! It’s like typical hollywood stuff, you know? Romanticism or whatever! 

You know who’s fully delusional, though? I say this with lots of love, but Diego. He just cannot fathom the idea of someone rejecting him, I mean, what’s wrong with him? He’s the prince of the british horseracing world, how DARE you reject him??? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him, don’t play hard to get with him of all people! You should be begging for his attention, not the other way around, but here we are. Diego fully believes that you were made for him, you just don’t understand the gravity (I do think I’m funny for this wordplay) of the situation yet. No matter what happens, you’re always going to be his. As long as he’s got it in his head that you’re more of an object than a real person who has thoughts and feelings like he does, he’s not really going to care about your ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Look, pigeons are just meant to be led, and he’s already somewhat fond of you, so just let him have what he wants. I’m firmly of the belief that if you ever flat out rejected him, he’d just think you were unwell and needed him even more. Be good for him, he doesn’t have the time to play this silly little game of cat and mouse with you right now. 

Joseph is another “You can’t play hard to get forever!” type to me, honestly. He’s persistent like a bloodhound, and is going to get in the way of whatever lover or relationship you’ve got going on right now no matter what. He called dibs on you, so, it’s totally fair. He’ll show up to your apartment or house and completely ignore his training if it means getting just a glimpse of you. So what if he’s got a ring in his throat, he wants to put a ring on your finger! Joseph goes the extra mile for you- literally. If you were to move out of town, he’d walk all the way to your new place if he had to. Joseph won’t be deterred so easily. You just wanted him to get some exercise, right, babe? That’s so thoughtful of you! It makes his day when you look his way, especially if you actually catch him showing off with his training. If you were to actually talk to him, or god forbid compliment him, he’d be reeling for a week. He trails behind you on your errands, taking notes mentally of where you go and what you get. One day he’ll know it by heart, and then you won’t even have to go on errands anymore! Unless you want to go with him, that is. Then he’s totally down for a little couple’s day out. Joseph will buy you whatever you want as long as he gets his fix in. Let him put his head on your lap and just stare, and he’ll be thrilled. I don’t necessarily believe that Joseph would kidnap you if you broke his fantasy too many times, but you’re definitely going to start losing a lot of personal time. It doesn’t matter how he got into your apartment, he made dinner. Haha, ok, you caught him. He ordered dinner. 

I think it’s fairly obvious to say that Yukako is delusional. She has a warped sense of reality. Her crimes really don’t matter to her because she’s making up for it. Look, look, she cooked for you. Stop trying to go for the door or the window. Yukako loves you, so you’re going to be perfect for her, and you’re going to be perfect together. She’s firm about never leaving your side even though she’s already got you all to herself. She sees nothing wrong with skipping dating and going right to locking you up if she thinks you need her for something. You’re failing at that cooking class that school made you take despite your pleas not to? She can do that. You’re awful with directions? She knows every little corner of town. You actually don’t need her and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself? Don’t talk like that. You need her. There’s absolutely no reason to deny her, so let’s do this the cutesy way she wants it. 

[squiddy-god]

NRVWX Satan wedding alphabet

Re upload from Terminated blog squid-god-supreme, hope you enjoy this

N-Night time (what about the wedding night? the time after the party?maybe even the more spicy wedding night activities)

Ohohohohohoh

So after the party, when he finally gets you back to the house of lamentation and your FINALLY all alone satan takes a moment to just hold you

Like wow, he almost can’t believe that this has finally happened

So he takes a minute to hold you, no talking, no annoying brothers barging in and ruining the moment

Just you and him, together, peaceful and sweet.

Now after all that mushy stuff is over satan is more than ready to get on with the more spicy wedding night activities

Chances are you’ve both done it before so you both know each others bodys but this time feels…different

This time is really special.

And so its a lot more gentle, no kinky stuff, just sweet gentle love making, nothing extreme, its intimate and vulnerable.

R- Rest of our life (do they want to spend the rest of their life with you? Do they ever want this moment to end?)

Look, he’s a demon, he knows that he’s probably going to live muchhhhh longer than you unless he can find something in a book-

However if his proposal is anything to go by, he also thinks that your soul mates, star crossed lovers that are meant to be (god i love his proposal)

So id say yes, he wants to spend as long as he can with you by his side, his precious y/n, his sweet human, his soulmate.

And if he can find a way to spend an eternity together, then of course he’d take it

He loves you, he wouldn’t have married you if he didnt, i imagine marriage is very important to demons because it isn’t exactly like human marriage

He loves you so much and he wants you with him forever, and even if he loses you he knows he’ll find you again, because your soulmates.

V-Vows! (what are your vows to each other)

His; “y/n, i love you deeply, in my bones i know that i love you, it burns inside me as bright a flame as my rage, being with you is better than reading any book in the 3 relms, being able to kiss you, having you accept me, its bliss, it makes me feel hole, like im ME, because you love me, i know it sounds sappy but…your my soulmate, just like in the book i want us to have a happy ending, i want us to keep writing this book together. I love you y/n”

Yours ; “satan, i love you truly, the love i feel for you fills me with warmth and makes butterflies float in my stomach. You’ve never quite been an open book, always sealed shut and locked away, but i’m so unbelievably glad that you opened up to me, let me read the writing you keep hidden away. I love all of you, your tears, your anger, the walks we take at night, all of you. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs, a lot of missteps and fumbles, but we’ve always worked through them together, and I want to keep doing that, because you’re my soulmate, and i’m yours.”

W- Walking down!! (what do they feel when your walking down the aisle)

Joy, pride, calmness

Satan feels a serge of joy rush through him, you’re marrying him, you’re choosing to spend your life with him, how could he not be happy? You’re so beautiful as you walk down, walking towards him with nothing but love, he feels happy and warm inside.

He also feels pride, you love HIM, your marrying HIM, out of all the demon, angles, and humans you’re walking down the aisle towards him, your his and he’s yours, the amount of pride he has knowing that fact sends him over the moon, your perfect to him, and knowing that your walking towards him is a massive ego boost

See you makes him feel calm, everyone has doubts, even the cool and collected satan was worried, mind flooded with what if’s and imagination running wild with possibilities, but seeing you walk down the aisle towards him makes him feel calm, the worries washing away and becoming peaceful, he feels at ease and reassured seeing you.

X- Xtra! (a random hc about the wedding)

Mammon cries, mammon is legit balling his eyes out so lucifer has to shut him up

Lucifer is the one who walks you down the aisle

Everything is very subtly cat themed, little decorations on the note cards, small hints to cats, at first glance it’s all normal but in reality it’s all slightly cat themed.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Hii ik saw me many times but i love your blog so much about hobie and Miguel i have questions have any hc hobie being west African hc of that been there since watched movie i cannot get it out

I AM GOING TO SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM AT THIS BECAUSE YES YES I CAN

(also sorry if this is kinda Yoruba centric!! cause that's the area I know the best - for reference I myself am Bajan/Quechua (West Indies - Barbados / Indigenous Peruvian))

West African!Hobie Headcanons:

And because I'll never get a chance to talk about this again I'm gonna start off with the one I love most and the one people know most about (and that is demonized - literally - the most)

Hobie and Vodou (aka VooDoo):

Yeah, I said it. Hobie can work. He got juju. He rootworks. He conjures. Whatever iteration, whatever title - if Hobie followed any religion it would either be Buddhism, which some argue that some sects can double as a moral philosophy,

-If he'd respect any religion. It'd be a Traditional African one and I'm putting money on Vodou.

[And heads up, I am not an initiate of Vodou, but I do actively practice African Traditional Spirituality (HooDoo/Rootworking) and Ancestral Worship. So take from that what you will.]

First of all - how punk would that be??? A West African religion demonized by the western world for centuries from Africa to Haiti to Louisiana - that praised ancestral worship and community first???

YES PLEASE. Some people might not really understand all of this but:

First things first, yes, he speaks Yoruba and if you call it 'Speaking African' he's going to flay you alive.

Like????? Hobie sweet talking in Yoruba??? I'll throw my self on the floor right now!!

Hobie practicing ancestor worship - and thanking all the oppressed people who gave their lives and suffered daily so he can live his life?

He'd have an altar in his house, a small one he keeps out of sight, even to Gwen.

Leaves offerings and bits of his meal on the altar. Cause he was once food insecure, but now that things are a little better, he can do that

Like even if he practiced a form of HooDoo or another sect that derives from Traditional African Spirituality (that doesn't involve initiation)

He'd want to give back to his ancestors, learn how to use natural herbs and work them, learning how to make powders, doing floor washes, sweeping a certain way

And having all of these routines related to his African spirituality that are so subtle but he thinks about always

Prays to his ancestors to give him strength when he's struggling with being Spiderpunk

BUT IMAGINE IF HE WAS INTITATED THO ????

Hobie in all white during ceremony???????

HOBIE BEING A CHILD OF SHANGO??????????

NAH THEY AINT READY FOR IT

But even so -whatever Orisha got that boy head be putting in WORK.

And you know he keeps his beads on forever and always even under the suit!!!!

And the style!!! Hobie AfroPunk?!!!

I don't know if they have this elsewhere, but in NYC there's a music festival called AfroPunk - and it's full of black artists, and black people come out in these amazing outfits - and the goal is to incorporate as much African influence as possible

HOBIE WOULD EAT THIS UP.

The inside of his vest being lined with African textile!!

He takes it off in front of you and you see that little pop of that of classic orange-gold color

You just know he's wit it!!!

And the BEADS

(He should wear beads he's royalty compared to the raggedys at HQ)

[Cough] red and white shango beads [Cough]

Imagine Hobie giving his girlfriend a coral bead bracelet too AWWW

And telling them the significance??!!

He loves a woman in a headwrap. GELE ESPECIALLY but any type

And if you wear waistbeads UMMMMMMMM

As soon as he sees it peeking from under your shirt - IT'S GAME OVER

He's gonna wanna test if they working how they supposed to IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW.

AND The FOOD!

First of all - Hobie hates that British manners shit.

Was raised eating with his hands and loves it

He hates old white people who wanna stare cause he eats with his hands

He loves goat. Not me projecting he LOVES goat.

He really appreciates rice based dishes because they can fill you up - and you can't just buy them anywhere

Prefers Waakye to Jollof Rice but still loves Jollof

With FUCK UP some Fufu if he can get it

I say he eats standing up so he's just there at his kitchen counter eating Fufu and the most random shit in his fridge???

Like he'll be eating left over KFC with fufu - like what are you doing??? Thats - not a meal bro

He loves Okra (ew nasty ass) and he'll eat it all the time.

Especially fried okra but okra soup is cool too he's fine with that

His fried plantains go INSANE. They go SO HARD. They're to die for

He always picks the sweetest ones and it cooks them till they're all caramelized and shit YUMMMMM

(can you tell I like my plaintains sweet and soft cause I DO)

Extra Headcanons

He was not playing that when Gwen first came over - as soon as she stepped on the houseboat with shoes he was like "Girl-"

The first time Peter B. heard him speaking Yoruba he went "Wow, Hobie, Your Nigerian is great!"

Hobie, who already hates Peter B, looked at him like he was the dumbest mfer on earth like

'Right, and you speak American, right? Fucking bellend. I hate you. 'Nigerian'. It's Yoruba.'

(He's only saying that cause he hates Peter personally and wants him to have a bad day)

Meanwhile Gwen was nice enough to just ask "What language is that?" (The correct way to do it, do not assume language names like Peter)

First time he went over to Peter B.'s place (on Gwen's insistence), Mary-Jane accidentally swept over his feet before setting her purse on the floor

and in the moment he knew he had to leave.

He's a streetkid, but since he's in the neighborhood so much he has like 45 different women he calls auntie - and they make sure he has good food to eat because 'you are so skinny! you need to eat more.'

He does that auntie shit where you're walking with him and you see someone you know and now they're in a long ass conversation

Or when he says 'goodbye' then stands by the door having a conversation and you're standing there in your coat like....'fam are we out or not cause i can sit back down'.

He always goes to meet the elders of whatever house he's in to introduce himself, very respectful of black elders and enjoys helping old the older black folk in his neighborhood.

He enjoys giving them respect and hearing their stories, helping around the house. Plus he gets great food out of it

ANNDD That's all of them I think!! Sorry if any of these were off the mark - a lot of these are from personal things I know about West Africa and things learned through Spirituality. I hope I got everything okay!

Thanks for this by the way I LOVE Hobie and culture you know he'd be SO proud!!

[If you've read this far - maybe take some time out to learn a bit about African religions - they're beautiful practices (open to black people - we're worshipping black ancestors) - but you can still learn about them and understand how modern culture often demonizes these types of religions. If anything, I hope you learned a little from this! Hoodoo, Vodun (VooDoo), and Santeria (Latino witchcraft) are not scary, dark practices!] And because I spoke about spirituality, imma put this here cause DO not be playing yknowwhatimean

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[dirtywrestling]

Forever in His Debt - Drew McIntyre (18+)

Commission: @tokipanda68

Pairing: Mobster!Drew McIntyre x Melody 

Summary: Melody’s father owes money to the mafia. He can’t afford to pay them back so Drew takes what he wants. 

Warnings: 18+, Kidnapping? Mafia, Cussing, Mentions of gambling and drinking, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,193

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“Please, Drew- Mr. McIntyre, I’ll get you the money. I swear!” The small round man begged. Drew ignored every word that was coming out of his mouth. He’s had people like this before, borrowing money for whatever reason and not being able to pay the mafia back. Drew looked around the small house, it was pretty obvious that there was nothing valuable here that would cover the debt that this man dug himself in. 

“You see, when you borrowed money from me, from my mob I expect you to pay me back and on time.” Drew’s eyes were cold as he looked at the man. He knew this man’s gambling troubles and drinking so it was no surprise that the banks turned him down for a loan. Drew clicked his tongue, eyeing around the house, his goons behind him, their guns loaded. Of course no guns were out just in case there were children. Drew wasn’t that heartless, he did violent things, he was a fucking mobster for Christ sakes but he knew when to draw the line if children were involved.

Parents were smart to tell their children about the mafia as a scary story before bedtime. So arriving here and if there were children, they knew better than to do anything stupid. Drew’s hazel eyes scanned over the shelf, soon stopping to see a picture frame. ‘Oh, what’s this?’ Drew thought to himself, arching his eyebrow to see the man that borrowed money from him and a stunning girl who was no older than sixteen. Drew was shocked by her beauty in the picture. Tearing his attention away from the picture he looked around the house once more. There were pictures of her all on the wall now that he noticed, he stopped looking for anything valuable. “Is this your daughter?” Drew asked, pointing to a picture. 

Steve- the man who was in debt quickly nodded his head. “Yes, she just turned sixteen.” He swallowed thickly. “Her name is Melody.” Steve spoke, rubbing his knuckles nervously.

Drew licked his lips seductively. “Melody.” Drew whispered, the way her name rolled off his tongue made him shiver. 

Steve didn’t miss the way Drew licked his lips. “Please, Mr. McIntyre, she’s all I have.” 

“Let’s make a deal.” Drew spoke, ignoring Steve. “If you don’t have my money by the time Melody is legal age I will take her and we can forget about you being in the negatives with me.” Drew straightened his tie, brushing his sleeves. 

“I- I.” Steve didn’t know what to say, it was a hell of a deal and it was extremely hard to make deals with the leader of the mafia. “Are we talking about voting age or drinking age?” 

Coming home after a long day of college was the best part of the day, especially on my birthday. Pushing the key into the lock I twisted it, surprised that the door wasn’t locked I swung the front door open. “I’m home!” I hollered, taking my bag off of my shoulders. I placed it on the floor by the door. I tossed my keys onto the nearest table. “Hello?” I asked, it was too quiet in the house. There were no sounds coming from the kitchen or smell. No sign that my mother was cooking my favorite meal, we were probably going out to eat. 

Entering the kitchen I saw my parents sitting in chairs and two large men in suits behind them. “What’s going on?” I asked, instantly noticing the tears streaming down my mother’s cheeks. 

My father finally spoke up. “Honey, you’re going to go away for a while.” He wouldn’t dare meet my gaze. 

“Away?” I asked, this was a weird birthday present. “Uh why?” My eyes darted towards the two strangers standing over my parents. 

My mother let out a sob, her hands coming over her face. “What’s going on?” I asked, this wasn’t what I was expecting for my eighteenth birthday. “You guys are scaring me.” 

“Honey, you know how your father has a problem. He did something unspeakable and without my permission or knowledge.” She hiccuped.

I was growing angry as they beat around the bush and wouldn’t spit it out already. Taking a step backwards to run up to my room, my back collided with a larger figure. “Hello, love.” A male’s Scottish accent hit my ears. “The name is Drew.” Spinning around I looked up at the tall man. I noticed how Drew’s hazel eyes darken as he looked at me. “Pretty young thing you are.” He whispered so only I could hear him. 

I blinked at his comment, “Oh hell no.” I instantly knew what was going on as my eyes looked down at the gun tucked away in his waist. With my father’s financial problems and the way this man dressed and looked how he had money. Realizing who Drew was, I whipped my head around, glaring at my father. “You did not fucking pimp me out.” I snarled. 

Drew laughed loudly at my assumption. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “Oh on the contrary, doll.” Drew bent down low, his lips near my ear. “You see, your daddy borrowed money from me and we made a deal two years ago on how if he doesn’t pay me back that you’ll mine at legal age.” 

“You bastard!” I screamed at him, tears threatening to spill but I tried holding them back. 

“Shh, love. He’s not worth it.” Drew placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me away from the kitchen and down the hallway towards my room. “I’ll give you ten mintues to pack up and we’re leaving for good.” Drew’s voice was giving off a warning sound as if saying ‘don’t do anything stupid’. Nodding I turned around, entering my room and slamming it shut. Tears streamed down my face as I realized what was happening. My father sold my life because he was in debt. 

Quickly gather clothes and other things I could think of and shove it into my bag. Opening the door I stormed out, slightly jumping to see Drew leaning against the wall. “You’re already done?” He asked. Nodding, I walked past him. “That was only like three minutes.” Drew checked his watch that was wrapped around his wrist, arching his eyebrow.

“Just get me the fuck out of here.” I demanded, not even thinking what Drew’s plans with me were. 

“Melody, wait.” My mother sobbed out, trying to get my attention before I left the house. Ignoring her pleas and cries I stepped out of the house. I didn’t even notice the large black SUV with tinted windows until now. 

“Right this way, love.” Drew placed his large hand on my lower back and guided me to the vehicle. Drew reached his free hand and opened the door. Climbing in, I scooted to the farthest seat, my attention towards the window. 

“I’ll pay him back sweetheart, don’t you worry!” Was all I heard my father yell. 

My eyes were everywhere in the large house that Drew was guiding me through. I looked at all of the expensive and unique paintings hanging on the wall, large soft rugs stretched on the marble floor. I was so distracted, I wasn’t even paying attention to his words. “And this is your room.” Drew pushed open the door. The bedroom walls were dipping in my favorite color along with the covers on the bed. It was much larger than the room I had back at home. Drew took my things from me as I explored the room, there was a large bathroom connected to my room. 

As I walked back into my room, I saw Drew searching through my things. “What are you doing?” I asked. He tossed my clothes around until he found what he was looking for, my laptop. 

“Don’t need this.” He flashed the only nice thing I had in my life.

“Hey- wait no! I need it for class.” I frowned, trying to reach it but he raised it higher for me not to grab. Damn his tallness.

“I can’t have you blabbing about my secrets now, love.” Drew informed me, raising it higher as I tried to climb on his large form.

“I won’t, I promise!” I begged, my eyes looking back at the laptop. 

Drew grabbed my chin, the pad of his thumb rubbed against my cheek. “Sleep now, love. You’ve had a busy day.” He whispered. Brushing his thumb over my plump bottom lip his eyes looked at my mouth and back up at my eyes. He leaned downwards, his soft lips pressing against mine, leaving a small kiss. I didn’t even know if I kissed back or not I was too shocked. Pulling away he licked his lips as if he was getting the rest of my taste off of his mouth. “Rest, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Drew promised. With that he turned on the heel of his nice black dress shoes and left my room. 

That night I couldn’t sleep. Maybe it was being in a new environment, the fact that I’ll probably never see my mother again or it was the memorizing kiss Drew planted on me before he left. Laying in bed, I stared at the white ceiling above me. The kiss kept playing in my head, over and over again. Squirming underneath the blankets I froze, I was getting wet from the event that happened hours ago. Swallowing thickly, I ran my dominant hand down my body. Shivering from my own touch I exhaled shallowly as I reached my soaking entrance. 

A soft whimper escaped my lips as I touched my sensitive clit. How could I get wet at the thought of kissing my kidnapper, a total stranger to me! Tossing my head back into the soft plush pillows as my index finger entered me. My tightness wrapped around the single digit. Slowly pushing and pulling my finger in and out of my pussy, I slowly sped up the pace. Flashes of Drew filled my head, how he towered over me, how built he was. His suit stretched as his muscles flexed with each movement he made. Remembering how his eyes looked at me over everything I did. 

My pussy clenched around my finger, I was close. Panting heavily, I used my other hand to play with my clit. The last memory I had with Drew struck my mind. His lips soft against mine, how they moved against me and held me close to his large body. My orgasm hit in an instant, the hand that was playing with my clit flew up to my mouth, muffling my moans as I overcame my climax. 

Panting, I slowly pulled my finger out and laid in bed, calming myself down. Once I came down from my high I pulled the blankets off my sweaty body. Rolling out of bed, I decided to roam the empty halls. Slowly opening my door, I peaked my head out looking up and down the dark hallway. Seeing no one about, I slipped out of my room. The large house seemed a bit spookier with no lights on. 

My feet pitter pattered down the hallway on the cold marble floor, I slightly cursed at myself for not wearing socks. Making a right turn I ended up in the kitchen. My stomach growled, realizing I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday’s lunch. Then again how could I eat after all of the events that happened. Walking towards the fridge, I open the door. Squinting as the bright light inside blinded me, I looked at all of the options. I’ve never had this amount of food to pick, we didn’t have much back at my house. Grabbing a water bottle and a container of strawberries, I turned around and jumped at the figure behind me. “Can’t sleep?” His soothing accent filled the kitchen, bouncing off the walls and hitting my ears. 

“No.” I murmured, moving past him and placing my small snack on the counter. Opening the water I took a few gulps.

“Well, sounds like to me you were having a nightmare.” A slight smirk appeared on his face as I choked.  Drew walked closer to me, nearly hovering as his lips grazed my ear. “My room is next to yours and the walls are very thin.” Shivering at his deep voice I finally had the courage to look up at him. “Tell me, bana-phrionnsa” he placed his large hand underneath my chin. “What made you moan ever so sweetly, hmm?” Drew asked, eyeing my appearance. “And don’t lie, I know the sounds of a naughty girl masturbating when I hear one.”

My face became bright red, I nearly forgot how to speak as he made my body tremble just by the way he was speaking. “I- I…” My mouth became dry even though I just drank the cold liquid. Swallowing my nervousness. “What does b- bana-” Before I botched the word Drew chuckled deeply and cut me off. 

“Bana-phrionnsa, means princess in my country.” He stroked his soft finger against my cheek. “You’re my bana-phrionnsa.” He hummed, leaning down he pressed his forehead against mine. “Do you like it when I call you my bana-phrionnsa?” 

I had no words, he was speaking so sweet to me. Even though I knew what and who he was I couldn’t help but to eat up his words. I nodded, not wanting to embarrass myself. I saved my words. 

“So tell me, what made you moan so loudly tonight?” He questioned, pulling his head away. He wasn’t going to give up on this question.

“You, I was thinking about you.” I breathed out. 

Drew smiled as I finally admitted it and stopped dodging his question. “Is that so?” He licked his lips. His muscular arm pushed the bottle of water and container of strawberries off of the counter, making them fall onto the floor. He gripped my waist, picking me up and placing me on the cold, smooth surface of the counter top. “And what were you thinking about me?” He growled, eyes darkening slightly. Drew leaned into me, hiding his face in the crook of my neck. 

“Please don’t make me say it.” I whined, embarrassed. I cried out in pleasure as Drew bit down on my flesh where my neck and shoulder met, his warm hand slipped underneath my shirt, cupping my breast. 

Suckling hard, Drew pulled away from the dark hickey he left. “Say it.” He pinched and tweaked at my nipple. 

“You fucking me! I thought about you thrusting your cock in me.” I moaned as he switched onto my other breast. 

“Hmm, good girl.” Drew whispered huskily. He pulled his hand out from under my shirt which made me whimper from the loss of contact. Drew gripped the bottom of my night shirt, tossing it over my head he threw it behind him. His eyes darkened at the sight of my bare chest, his 

hazel eyes scanned over my half naked body. “Stunning.” He hummed, leaning down he latched his mouth around my left nipple. Suckling and lightly biting, his hand started to play with my right breasts. 

Tossing my head back, I moaned in pure bliss. My hands gripped at his long dark hair, giving it a slight tug. Drew pulled away slightly from my chest, soft moans left his mouth from my actions. He left a kiss trail as he made his way to my other breast. Doing the same thing, sucking and flicking his tongue over my hardening nipple, I grew wetter in my panties. 

Drew pulled away from my tender chest, he grabbed his dark shirt and pulled it over his head. My eyes traveled over his body, his biceps flexed as he tossed his shirt to the side, chest strong along with his chiseled abs across his stomach. He obviously never misses a day at the gym. Drew grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. His fingers dipped in the hem of my pajama pants, pulling them down my legs along with my panties. I shivered slightly as the cold countertop touched my bare ass. 

“Oh my sweet, Melody.” Drew’s husky voice rang in my ear. Looking up at him, I caught him licking his lips. “I don’t know whether to eat you out or fuck you full of my come.” Drew chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was making a decision. 

My heart hammered against my chest, no man had ever shown how much he wanted me before. Growing the courage, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. “You can eat me out whenever I need you.” I pouted, my eyes glossy as I looked over his features. As if he couldn’t believe the mouth I had on me. 

“Whatever my bana-phrionnsa wants.” Drew smiled. His large hands left my waist and started to push his pants and boxers down his muscular legs. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of his large cock twitching against his lower fit stomach. He grabbed underneath my chin, lifting my attention to his face. “It’ll fit.” Drew smirked, my reaction to his cock must have been concerning. 

Drew placed his hands on top of my thighs. Drew had surprisingly soft hands for being a killer. I wondered how many people he’s killed, if not him how many people he’s ordered to have killed. Knowing he’s in the mob life he’s broken the law many times, not only killing being on top of the list. Being a mobster also had perks, money, cars and women. Swallowing thickly, my mind thought about his sex life, how many women has he fucked? As I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn’t even realize Drew spread my legs and dipped two of his fingers into my dripping cunt. “Ah!” I squealed in surprise as he slowly pulled out. He brought his glistening finger to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around his finger, he sucked off my juices. “Hmm.” He growled, slowly pulling his digits out of his mouth. “Taste so fucking devine.” He purred. “You sure you don’t want me to eat you out?” Drew teased, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. 

“I’m sure, now please fuck me.” I begged, my legs still spread. My juices dripped down onto the surface of the counter. 

“Okay, sweetheart. Since you asked so nicely.” Drew fitted in between my thighs, he grabbed underneath my knees and wrapped my legs around his waist. His raging cock throbbing with need. Drew grabbed the base of his cock, pumping his dick a few times in his hand. Guiding his mushroom tip against my entrance he slowly pushed in me. My hands grabbed at his swole shoulders, digging my nails into his tan flesh. 

“Fuck.” Drew hissed out, not just because of the stinging pain in his shoulders, but my pussy wrapped so tightly around his tip. Drew slowly pushed his hips against mine, his cock sinking inside of my cunt. 

“K- Keep going, don’t stop.” I moaned, resting my head against his slightly hairy chest, my eyes shut tightly. He didn’t stop one beat as his cock slowly inched his way deeper. 

Drew exhaled loudly, now balls deep inside of me. He growled lowly as my pussy fluttered around his cock. “I need to move.” His hands resting on my waist. 

My head snapped up, my eyes full of lust. “Then fucking move.” I demanded. Drew flashed a devilish smirk towards me, showing his white teeth. Pulling his cock half way out of me, he thrust back inside. I whimpered as his rigid cock hit a different angle this time. 

“So fucking tight.” Drew huffed a low howl as he kept thrusting. Drew looked down, watching his glistening cock fuck in and out of his lovers pussy. Drew looked at me, watching my face twist in bliss and pleasure, he couldn’t help but smile. “I can tell you’re close, bana-phrionnsa.” Drew dug his fingers into her hips, leaving bruises. “Hold it for me, Melody. Just a little longer.” Drew announced as his cock slipped in and out at a faster pace than before. 

The kitchen was full of hot sex sounds, moans and whimpering along with dirty talking and skin slapping against skin. The wetness of my pussy squelched with each thrust Drew did, making me blush. “I- I can’t hold on much longer.” I warned, my stomach tightening with each thrust Drew pushed into me. Everything Drew was doing made my body hot and bothered. His touches, the way he’d angle his cock differently with each thrust. Drew leaned down, his heavy breathing hitting my ear. 

“Be a good girl and wait.” He growled, his lips latching onto my neck, suckling hard he growled as he left hickies. I gritted my teeth slightly as my orgasm became closer and closer as Drew fucked me faster and harder. 

“I- I can’t hold it!” I cried out, hot tears slid down my cheeks as I held my orgasm back. Feeling Drew’s cock twitch inside my walls, I nearly exploded. 

“Come, fucking come all over my cock Melody.” Drew demanded, his heavy balls emptying his seed inside of me. Feeling his warm come enter my body, triggered my climax. My eyes fluttered shut as my body shook from the intenseness. Screaming out Drews name, I raked my nails down his arm, leaving marks. Drew hissed at the slight pain, pumping his cock a few more times in me, pusing his load deeper.

As we came down from our high and caught our breaths, Drew rested his sweaty forehead against my shoulder. The scottish mobster mumbled something I didn’t catch. “W- What?” I asked slightly out of breath. 

He brought his head up, repeating what he said. “Marry me.” Drew looked down at me as if he was staring into my soul.

“Marry you?” I choked out, this man took me from my family because of my father’s debt. “I… “ I looked away from him. “I don’t know what to say.” I mumbled, looking at the shiny floor, it must have been cleaned earlier today. 

“Say yes.” Drew spoke softly, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him. “You’re all I’ve ever thought about.” Drew confessed. “I visited your father when you were a minor, warning him about his debt. Melody, your father had two years to pay me back and he never did, I took you away from that abuse. I saw your phone on the shelf and I fell in love with you.” He rubbed his thumb against my cheek. “I had plans for you.” Drew looked down, his soft cock still in me.

Two and two clicked, my eyes widened as I realized he wasn’t wearing protection. “You had planned to get me pregnant?” I swallowed thickly. 

“I mean, this wasn’t planned.” Drew cleared his throat. “I was planning on taking you on our wedding night but hearing you moaning in your room I couldn’t stop myself.” Drew was still caressing my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.” 

“Yeah, like you did with my dad?” I scoffed, crossing my arms over my breasts, trying to hide myself. 

“Don’t be like that.” Drew warned, he gave me a slight glare. It was best to keep business and relationship problems separate. “If you marry me, you can see your family whenever you want.” Drew promised. 

Biting my lower lip, I thought about it. Marrying a handsome Scottish mobster that was also great at sex along with seeing my family or don’t marry him and he could possibly do the worst to me. Biting my cheek I weighed my pros and cons. 

“You don’t have to answer now-”

“Yes.” I quickly said, meeting his eyes. Drew blinked as if he didn’t understand. 

“What?” He questioned.

I smiled softly at his confusion, I played with the tips of his hair flowing over his shoulder. “I said yes.” 

“You sure you don’t want to think-”

I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to him wanting to be respectful and wanting me to think about my answer. “I said yes, I want to marry you. Now, where’s my ring?” I giggled.

Drew McIntryre's Masterlist

[the-likeable-wizard-mack]

What do various urban fantasy races do for vacation (destinations, activities, etc)?

MODERN FANTASY MONSTERS: SUMMER VACTION 2O24

Let's get one thing straight. This ^^ is the wizard fit for the summer. Get your sandals and Bermuda shorts!

☀️The Return of Orc BBQ’s. YES. Summer is the time to break out the grill and meats of all kinds because it’s a bbq of legendary proportions. Imagine a whole outdoor block party and two Orcs are competing not in hand and hand combat but, for who has the best dry rub or best sauce recipe. 

☀️I already talked about this in my other blog @the-wizard-writes but, for an interesting vacation spot, imagine touring magical places like a regular tourist. Wanna travel to the fae wilds safely? Take a guide that will show the strange and wonderful creatures that inhabit the environment! But, also be mindful of the fae rules unless you want to be trapped in the fae realm forever. But, in a post that I made a while back I sort of pondered on the concept of touring the nine circles of Hell, each realm having their own climate and environment such as the Gluttony circle being traditionally known as having rain and ice….Who’s to say that some very over enthusiastic (and greedy) demon and or human won’t open a ski lodge there? ☀️Witches and Wizards going out onto the water using their broomsticks to surf rather than using a surfboard. Some of them might even use special potions as sunscreen to make them tan better. ☀️Werewolves hanging out by bonfires roasting meat having fun with their pack mates bringing in the season by hanging with those who are close to them. Imagine the dilemma of said werewolves wondering if they can make smores like Werewolf 1: “...Can..Can we even eat smores?” Werewolf 2: “I’m not sure…I mean, there’s chocolate in it?” Werewolf 3: “Just make it without the chocolate then.” Werewolf 1: “But, the chocolate is the best part!” :( 

They found a better substitute to be safe…That substitute being peanut butter and they are absolutely having a ball with it. 

☀️Vampires who despise the heat and stay in their house all day sulking blasting the AC. They hate that they can’t make popsicles out of blood since it “Just doesn’t taste the same.” So basically they become more pissy and complain about how they wish it was cold again so they can go outside. When they do have to go outside they are detected out in all black wearing shades and have umbrellas. 

☀️Dryads and Nymphs absolutely go to music festivals during the summer. They’re vibe fits exactly with the people that would go to something like Co*hella or Woodstock. You’ll see them post pictures of them traveling to said music festival for some old indie artist wearing their music festival garb sitting on the grass posing with friends.

☀️Merfolk being extremely protective of their territory during the summer months due to people littering in their ocean or lakes. Sometimes bigger merfolk might play pranks on humans thinking that there is a shark or some sea monster and scare them out of the water. 

☀️Summer festivals that happen around town that get the whole community together. Imagine a whole festival during the summer that’s just to celebrate bringing the community out and just to celebrate different cultures. A different multicultural species celebration for everyone. ☀️Witches create different infusions of iced tea with certain potions i.e experimenting with different concoctions to make the tea have magical properties such as making you more alert or maybe makes you faster. 

☀️Pool parties! POOL PARTIES!   >Werewolves that shake themselves off like dogs no matter which form   >Water Nymphs who sometimes spook people by blending into the water.   >Larger species (Orcs, Ogres, Dragons, Giants) being used as diving boards with smaller species jumping off of them. >Witches doing fancy tricks jumping into the pool. 

☀️Imagine catching fireflies in the summer night and accidentally catching a fairy then catching fireflies with said fairy after you profusely apologized. They take you to a hidden grove where there were not only fireflies but, other cute fae creatures that glowed in the sunset of the summer sun. 

[devil-doms]

Forbidden (Leviathan)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/BLANK BLOGS DNI (NO AGE IN BIO = BLOCKED)

CW: GN!MC, Maid/Butler!MC

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You approach Levi from behind the couch and tap his shoulder. He jumps, almost dropping his phone, then turns to look at you.

“Master Lucifer wanted me to check on you and see if you needed help with anything.” You say, clasping your hands together.

“Oh…uhh…I guess I do need help cleaning and setting up my new anime figures."

"Understood!" And with that, you followed Levi to his room.

When he opened the door you were greeted with all of his figures scattered across his desk and a towel on the floor, "I was in the middle of cleaning them, but needed to take a break."

You both walk in and Levi shuts the door behind you. He hands you a rag and the two of you continued to clean his figures. Levi started going on about every figure he was cleaning, you could see why it was taking him forever to clean them. Yet, you sat there and gladly listened to him go on.

He eventually asked you about your favorite series, characters and more. You decided to answer some of the questions he asked, you were really enjoying his company.

It was now time to put the figures back onto the shelf. You grabbed the step latter and Levi handed you the figures to put on the top shelf. "Make sure that the bigger ones are in the back- careful you don't mess up their poses- the noodle stoppers should be sitting on the edge!"

You tired following his instructions, but it wasn't up to Levi's standards, "I'll do it."

You nod and slowly get down the stool, "Be careful, the stool is a little unstable."

"Don't worry, I got it." He proceeded to climb on top. As he was perfecting the layout of his figures, the stool shifted. He gripped the shelf to keep his balance.

You thought he was about to go down, so you quickly placed your hands on the back of his hips to stop him from falling, little did you know he was fine.

Levi tensed up at the touch of you hands, his face quickly began to turn red. He covered his face with his hand and turned around to look at you, "What...what're you...doing...?"

You looked up at him confused, then looked at where your hands were placed. Your eyes widened and you quickly moved them away, "My...my apologies...I thought you were going to fall."

"It's okay..." Levi turns back around. Your hands were no longer there, but he couldn't stop thinking about them. He was now imagining your hands run all around his body.

His thoughts were clouded with lust, it was hard to focus, but he did his best to suppress the thoughts until he was done setting up the figures.

"Are you okay? You seem a little stressed." You ask him.

"I'm...okay." He says, stepping off the stool.

"Are you sure? I can help you the best I can."

His eyes dash all around the room, "...Do you...think...you could..." Levi turns his head away from you and covers his mouth with the back of his hand, "...Could you...touch me again..?"

You stared at him, kind of in shock.

"L-like earlier...when you grabbed my hips..." He said, sweating bullets, "I...I shouldn't have said anything!"

You stepped closer to Levi and reached your arms forward to grab his hips, pulling him closer to you, "Like this?"

"Y...yes..." He smiles. He wanted this to keep going, but he couldn't dare ask for that. For starters, yes, you were the butler/maid for the house, but you were specifically Lucifers butler/maid. Lucifer had made sure everyone knew the rules, no sexual relations with the butler/maid. What would happen if he found out what you were doing now?

The thought of this being somewhat forbidden made it more exciting, he couldn't help it. You could feel his now erect cock press against your thigh through his sweatpants.

"S-sorry! I shouldn't have asked you to do this!" Levi panics, looking away from you. But you don't let go of him, "You haven't ordered me to stop." You lean closer into his ear, "What do you want me to do...Master?"

Levi could pass out in this moment. He had never had this kind of power over someone, this was a scenario straight out of his hentai. His voice was shaky, "I...want you...to...to take me..."

You smile at him, "Of course, Master." You slowly drop to the floor, pulling down Levi's pants on your way down. His erect cock was right in your face. You look up at him, his face was bright red. You began teasing him, only swirling the tip of your tongue on the tip of his cock. A moan slips from his mouth and he grips the shelf for balance.

You decide to finally give him what he wants. You sensually kiss the tip, slide him into your mouth. He has to cover his mouth with his other hand to keep from moaning any louder. This was a new sensation for Levi, you had managed to take all of his cock, it was as if your throat was made for him.

Levi's breathing becomes erratic, his body jerks with pleasure, "Ah...ah...MC..." You continue to suck on his cock, pumping your hand up and down his shaft, "MC...I'm...going to...cum..." Levi chokes out.

You don't stop, instead you grab his hips again to keep him from moving away. You bob your head on his cock as he starts to cum, it shoots down your throat and fills your mouth. You take it all and pull him out of your mouth. A mix of cum and drool drips down your chin.

You look up at him, "Did I do good, Master?"

Levi was still trying to recover, his legs now beyond wobbly, "Y...yes..."

"I'm glad." You smile then lick his cock to clean him up. “All done.” You get up off the floor, "May I get cleaned up?"

He nods, still in awe and you go off to the bathroom to wash your face, praying you don't bump into Lucifer. When you got back to Levi's, room he was back to adjusting the figures on his shelf, his face was still red.

"Th...thank you..." He said quietly.

"Of course." You reply, you were just following your orders, "I shall return back to Master Lucifer." You turn around and begin to leave his room.

Levi reached for your arm, "Wait! Uh, would it be okay...if you helped me with cleaning my figures again...?"

"Certainly." You smile, and leave his room.

[heknowshisherbs]

"i never loved you" / "i'll never love you"

pairing: musical!beetlejuice x reader warnings: cursing, beej is uhh,,,, Not Nice™ word count: 1,003 author's note: i believe this was for a request based on a list of prompts i had posted? like i said, i'm rebuilding this blog from the ground up, but i will try my best to give as much context as i can. as always, i hope you enjoy! ◡̈

Beetlejuice never stayed put for long; he constantly bounced from place to place trying to find someone, anyone, who could see him and say his name. He’d made it around the world three times before he finally found someone-- in the middle-of-nowhere Massachusetts of all places. He had been holed up in some rickety old house, and was doing pretty well for himself, thank you very much, until some breathers moved in; they’d just graduated from college and were planning on fixing up the house. Great. There were five of them, each one more unbearable than the last— so it seemed. The last breather to move in, a girl, was different.

He’d noticed a change in atmosphere the moment she entered the house, and was drawn to her immediately. He spent his days following her around the house, going wherever she went. He watched her eat, watched her sleep. He knew the exact pitch of her soft snores and the sounds she made in her most intimate moments late at night, with her hands between her legs when she thought she was alone. She thought.

Beetlejuice noticed she’d always look over her shoulder, and at first he chalked it up to paranoia but then he realized she could feel him in the room. He wasted no time in trying to see how long it would take for her to notice him. Eventually, he’d gathered enough strength to leave his business card on her bed— the rest is history. She just wanted to be noticed, he just wanted someone to fuck. It was perfect.

He didn’t plan on staying as long as he did. If he hadn’t known any better he would’ve even said they became friends, but he’s a demon. He knows better. She let her guard down around him and he let her into the dark crevices of his mind. Y/N would spend every spare moment with him, they’d fuck like rabbits, and then Beej would sleep in her bed. This cycle continued for a year. It would’ve gone on longer, maybe forever, but she had to go and fuck it up.

The day it happened everything was normal; Y/N had come home from work and immediately crawled into Beetlejuice’s arms; he’d waited in her bed all day. In the last year, the two had gotten intimate beyond sex- they’d cuddle, they’d hold hands, they’d kiss— so of course it wasn’t shocking when Beetlejuice planted a soft kiss to her lips as she snuggled against him, “How was work, babes?”

“It was fine— Callie is still a bitch but it’s whatever.”

“Want me to kill her for you?” The corners of his lips perk up. She won’t say yes but a demon can hope, right?

“No! God, Beetlejuice!” She rolls her eyes before settling against his chest and turning on Netflix.

They sat in silence for a while, sneaking in a kiss or two between particularly boring parts of their show. Y/N liked the distraction; she’d felt anxious all day and it was nice to get out of her own head. She could instead focus on how nicely his cool body fit against hers, and ground herself with the earthy smell of his hair that she’d come to love so much. She’d come to love everything about Beetlejuice, if she was being honest. He had to have known, but she hadn’t said it out loud yet. Neither had he. 

Taking all of this into consideration while lying there with Beej, feeling happier than she’d ever been, she decided now was as good a time as ever to do it to do it. “I love you, Beej.” 

That’s when everything stopped. “You what?” 

“I-I love you?” The anger in his voice was unmistakable, and Y/N didn’t understand what she did wrong. They’d been playing this game for a year, and, to her, it was obvious they both love each other so it was about time one of them said it.

“Don’t say that.” His voice sounds toneless, his phrasing curt. “Don’t do that, Y/N."

She feels herself beginning to panic. “I just thought we were-”

“You thought we were what? You thought we were dating?” She gave him a meek, pathetic nod and he laughed. Right in her face, “Babes, all we’ve been doing is fucking."

“But… you love me?” She hadn’t meant for it to come out as a question, but it did. She felt so helpless, so small, sitting across from the demon she thought she knew so well. She’d taken to staring at the floor, unable to meet his contemptuous gaze any longer— why was he going out of his way to hurt her? Everything about the situation made her head hurt. Beetlejuice acted like her boyfriend, she didn't understand.

“Now who told you that?” He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look up at him; there’s a smile on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “Babes, I’ll never love you.”

“I-I don’t-”

“Y/N, I’m a demon. Did you really think I would ever be capable of loving you?” Sure, he led her on, but what was a guy supposed to do? She was soft, and warm, and gullible; it had barely taken anything to get her to fuck him. He’s a demon with needs. She fulfilled those needs— nothing more.

She let out a whimper and bit her lip to prevent herself from crying, but a tear escaped the confines of her eyes and slide down her cheek. Beetlejuice wasted no time in wiping it away with his finger, “Don’t take it personal, sweets— I don’t love anyone.” Not even myself.

He looked terrifying— his expression was cold and, for the first time since meeting him, his hair changed colors. It became a deep shade of blue, and if Y/N hadn’t been so hurt and angry she would have questioned it. “You’re a monster,” she spat, unable to even look at him. Refusing to look at him.

"And don’t you ever forget it.”

[mrs-avenger3000]

Oh Bite Me 🙄 pt2

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

High school AU

Word count: 3139

Summary: As the youngest Stark, sister to the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist himself, Tony Stark Y/n… she has her father's brains and her mother's compassion. Her brain is what landed her in close quarters with Wanda Maximoff, an emo teen who’s struggling to keep her grades up after the loss of her brother. The two of them soon come to realise that being just friends isn’t something they want to do, but can they push their pride aside and admit they feel for each other?

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The music was loud. Too loud. So loud you could feel the thump of the bass vibrated through the house, shaking the floors of your room.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Stark?”

“Lock all important rooms, the garage, offices, bedrooms, Tony’s workshops, etc. please.” You say with a smile.

“Yes. Of course Miss Y/n.”

You nodded, walking over to the mirror. You surveyed your outfit choice and grinned. You chose high waisted blue jeans and white ruffle sweater that was held in place by three buttons. It left your midriff on show, and of course a delicious amount of cleavage. Its sleeves stopping mid biceps. Your heels pushed you up to 5’6. You smiled.

“You like the fit Jarvis?” You asked, twirling a little.

“If you are referring to your outfit. You look visually pleasing.” He said, causing you to giggle. You opened the bedroom door smiling as you heard it lock behind you. You made your way downstairs. People were milling about and when you got into the main room, the placed was filled. You cringed slightly. This was gonna take forever to clean up.

“Y/n! Killer party bro!” some jock yelled as he clapped me on the shoulder. You chuckled at him. The room smelled of beer and smoke. There were people dancing everywhere, and you struggled to find a familiar face until you spied Yelena. You rushed up to her and grinned. She smiled back just as bright and you plopped down next to her. Kate sat in front of us, passing us all a beer. You smiled, clicking your glasses together before you all took a drink. You chugged back your drink, feeling thirsty.

“Anyone seen Maximoff?” You asked and Kate glanced at you.

“You tapping that?”

Your eyes widened. “What. No. I was told I needed to tutor her, and we had one session and she ghosted.” You muttered, taking another swig.

“Meh, fuck her. You tried to help. She didn’t accept it.” Yelena muttered, drinking too.

—

You spent the next few hours drinking and dancing with your friends until you bumped into a familiar body. You turned and saw Wanda. She seemed surprised for a moment. “Wanda… heyyy.” You smirk. She eyed you for a moment.

“You drunk?” She asked, seeming concerned.

“Nah, just a little buzzed. You having fun?” You asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. She glanced at your hand before back at you.

“Sure.” she said with a smile. You rolled your eyes before spying a tray of shots Hunter had set up. You grabbed Wanda’s hand and pulled her towards him. You grabbed the tray from him and he pouted, but smiled again when you offered him a shot. Handing one to Wanda, you all cheered and took the shot, throwing it back. The liquid burned your throat, and you scrunched up your face in disgust before knocking back another one and instructing Wanda to do the same. She nodded and knocked it back.

“Ayyy, you can let loose, can’t you Maximoff?” You said with a teasing smirk.

“Shut up.”

“Dance with me?” You asked, and she seemed surprised, but not enough to decline. She nodded. We walked over to where the rest of the people were dancing and you just let loose. You reached up and pulled your hair from the ponytail it was in. Your hair tumbled down and rested in the middle of your back. Wanda was watching you and you smiled, watching her move to the beat. You two continue to drink and somehow you, her, Yelena, Kate, and a few other girls and guys from the school day in a circle playing truth or dare.

“Yelena. Truth or dare?” Carson asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

She met the challenge and stared down at him. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl playing!” He said she gave him a flat look.

“Easy.” She looked over at me and pointed her index finger at you, beckoning you forward. You crawled over to her and met her in the middle. She winked as she cupped your face. She brought her lips to yours. You smiled. Her lips tasted like vodka. Your lips moved together in a drunken haze. She licked at your bottom lip and your lips parted and she wasted no time letting her tongue explore your mouth. Your tongues swirled together. You gripped her hips and finally pulled back. You both stared at each other a little breathless before you started laughing. You sat back down, still giggling.

“You’re good Belova.” You say with a wink. She blew you a kiss.

“As are you Stark.”

You glanced at Wanda. She was staring at Yelena, her eyes tinted red. You ignored the flutter in your stomach at the red in her eyes. “Wow. Can you guys do it again but let me record it.” Jason, who was captain of the football team at your school. Asked, and you rolled your eyes, throwing an empty shot glass at him. He hissed as it hit him off the head.

“Okayyyy, okayyyy. Maximoff. Truth or dare?” He asked.

She glanced at him. “Truth.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Is it true you killed your brother?” He asked with a predatory gaze. You snapped your gaze to his. Wanda looked distraught. The sheer pain in her eyes sparked a protective instinct in you, her eyes were full of shock and you noticed the glaze that others would have mistaken for a drunken state but you knew she had tears in her gaze and the thought of anyone making her cry made your veins fill with fire. You stood up and walked over to him. You shoved him.

“You're done. Get out.” You snapped. He narrowed his eyes.

“You’re kicking me out. It was a game she gotta answer the question.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. You shoved his shoulder again. He snapped back around, stepping closer to you with an angered glare in his eyes. Yelena and Kate shot up, stepping closer in a protective manner. Wanda stepped forward as well, her eyes taking on that familiar red blaze.

“Leave. She doesn’t have to answer shit. Especially when you took such a cheap shot.” You said in a deadly, calm tone.

“Oh, lighten up.” He smirked, placing his hand on your hip. You looked at him and then at his hand. Yelena cracked her neck and walked closer and shoved him back so hard he crashed into the table. He groaned, rolling over.

"Touch her again and I'll break your hands." Yelena stated simply before sinking back next to Kate. You walked over to him and grabbed him by the arm. You twisted his arm behind his back until he screamed.

"What she said. Now, I'm only gonna say this once. Apologise to her." You sneered into his ear. He scowled, trying to pull away. You pushed his arm higher, and he screamed again.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" He grunted out. You looked at Wanda, wanting her approval before you let him go. She was looking at you in horror or awe. You couldn't really tell, but she nodded, and you shoved him. Forward, he stumbled and Wanda put her foot out and he tripped and slammed against the floor. You grinned.

“As I said leave. And you should do your best to remember that I’m best friends with 2 assassins and my brother is Tony Stark. You come after me and they’ll obliterate you.” You say with a kind smile. He scurried away, cradling his hand to his chest. The group watched you with fascinated gazes. You said nothing as you picked up your drink and walked off towards your room, wanting to calm down before going back to the party. You pushed open the door. He had pissed you off. How dare he disrespect her like that? She didn’t even do anything to him. He attacked her out of spite. He used the memory that haunts her the most against her. That stupid fuck. You slammed your hands on the desk, needing to release some of this anger.

A knock came from your door. You growled in annoyance before walking to the door and pulling it open. Wanda stood before you, looking confused. “Why’d you do that?” She asked, pushing past you into your room. You shut the door behind you.

“What?”

She snapped her gaze to you. Stepping closer to you with a fire in her gaze. The hues of red now swirled into her eyes, brightening them. “Stick up for me. Hurt Jason?”

You gave her a “wtf” look. “Are you serious? Did you not hear what he accused you of? He totally disrespected you. Hurt you for no reason.” You mutter.

“And?”

“And I hate bullies. I despise bullies.” You snapped.

She softened slightly. “Why?”

You turned from her. “They ruin people.” She paused for a moment before gently placing a hand on your shoulder. Her touch sent warmth throughout your body. She turned you to face her. The sharp lines of her face softened in the low light of your room. She seemed less intimidating than she did earlier and you felt yourself wanting to be closer to her.

“Did someone ruin you?” She asked softly. You ran a hand through your hair, plastering on a playful smile.

“This isn’t party talk, Wands. Let’s go enjoy the party.” You smirked, grabbing your beer. You held your door open, gesturing for her to walk out of it. She watched you carefully. She turned after she passed you. She stared you dead in the eyes and you couldn’t help the nerves as they creeped into your veins as she stared.

“You know one day you're going to tell me everything that’s going on inside that pretty head of yours.” She said, bringing her fingers up to tap your left temple. Her power was electric, but it didn’t hurt, it was warm. Her powers swirled from her fingers, turning the side of your face a deep scarlet. You tilted your head to the side, intrigued by her. You raised a brow. Her other hand was glowing too, so you reached for it, bringing it up to inspect it. The red wisp encircled her hand like a small shield.

You went to reply, but she pulled back and her power dissipated and the warmth and red glow faded. You frowned slightly.

“I’m annoyed at you, actually.” You say.

She then frowned. “What why?”

“You had one tutoring session with me and then ghosted me.”

She blushed, looking down. “Things got a little… I don’t know. Look I’m-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. This is your future, not mine.” You say with an eye roll.

“I didn’t ask for this.” She muttered.

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Nor did I. I had as much say in this as you did. If you don’t improve, it comes back to me. And I will not be affected because you’re too lazy to show up.” You snapped, feeling angry.

She scowled at you. “Lazy? I’m not lazy. I have a life. A job, people depending on me! I’m not some spoilt little rich girl who spends her time throwing parties and studying. I have shit I need to do. Shit, that I’m expected to do.” She snapped back.

You felt your irritation spike as you glared at her. “Is that what you think I do?! I study because I have to. My brother is a genius! You try living up to impossible expectations. My dad was a genius, mom was too in her own way! I can’t fail.” You growled out, walking past her.

“We’ve all got expectations!” She yelled after you.

“Fuck you Wanda.” You spat.

She looked shocked, and you didn’t stay for a response.

Wanda watched you leave, a shocked look on her face. Her shock slowly turned into amusement as a smirk lifted her lips.

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You spent the rest of the night with your friends. You had calmed down from your argument with Wanda after a few minutes with your friends. They always knew how to cheer you up and you were very grateful for them.

By the time morning rolled around, you were laying flat out on the couch. Yelena was half draped over you and Kate half draped over her. You groaned, trying to roll away. You managed to escape, and you rolled onto the floor, landing in a pile of red solo cups. “Fuck.” I cursed. Yelena sat up quickly, her eyes scanning the room. “I’m good!” You called out from the floor. She leant over her face, hovering off the couch.

“Why are you on the floor?” She asked, her Russian accent thick with morning husk. You smile.

“I had to escape. You were crushing my lungs.” You smirked. She rolled her eyes. You sat up, stretching out with a groan. The rest of the partygoers had already filtered out. That was the rule for a stark party. You never stay till morning, no matter how fucked up you are.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, miss stark?”

“Can you-”

“Coffee and breakfast are already in the kitchen, ma’am.” He said you grinned.

“I love you Jarvis!” You smiled

“I cannot return your affection. I am not programmed to feel human emotions.” He stated robotically. You laugh with an eye roll.

“Come on, ladies. Let’s eat.” You said. And just like that, Kate rose from the dead. You and Yelena shared a look before chuckling.

You all head to the kitchen your stomach a little queasy from all the alcohol. You smiled to yourself when you saw the full breakfast platter spread across the marble countertops you were playing beer pong on last night. The sides fully cleansed and clean enough to eat off.

The three of you sat at the table and enjoyed the delicious food that seemed to be never ending. The team of cleaners were currently working in the next room tidying the mess from the night before and before you know it you’re lying back on the couch with a full stomach and a small headache. Yelena and Kate headed out after breakfast.

You closed your eyes and felt the world drift way until you’re no longer conscious. Sleep was always blissful for you. A way to escape the pressures of being a Stark, of having such a huge legacy. An escape was always welcome and you relished every moment of it. That was until an incessant knocking at your door pulled your from that bliss.

Scowling you sat up and through your legs over the couch, standing up. You marched over to the door and pulled it open still scowling. A smirking Wanda was leaning against the pillar outside her eyes wandering down your body a feline smirk at her lips. “Yes?” You asked feeling irritable.

“So cheerful. Where’s that kind hospitality that you’re known for?” She grinned. You watched her for a moment. Her red hair fell freely down her back, the curls made her hair seem longer. More intriguing. The light was hitting her in just the right way making her sea-green eyes sparkle and hair glow.

“Taking a leave of absence.” You mutter. She chuckles.

“We’ll…” she asked stepping forward until she was less than an arms length away. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

You catch her gaze. The teasing spark in her eyes made you want to blush. “Why?”

“To study? That how tutoring works?” She smirks. You raise a brow stepping into the challenge.

“How would you know… you bailed after the first session.”

Her smirk drops for a moment. “Well I’ll just have to catch up then won’t I?”

You shrug. “You sure you can be bothered Maximoff?” You say looking her in the eyes. She raised a brow leaning forward ever so slightly.

“I’m sure I can handle whatever you throw at me Stark.” She murmured softly. You smirk, your eyes trailing down her form for a few seconds. You step back pushing the door open for her to enter. She smiled and walked past you taking her shoes off at the door, you watch slightly surprised.

“You are house trained… shocker.” You teased to your pleasure she laughed at your little rebuttal.

“Shove off.” She smiled.

You both sat down and with a wave of her magical hands all her notes were spread across the glass table along with all of yours. You smiled. "So what do you suck the most at?" you asked smirking. She shot you a filthy look.

"Shut up, you're supposed to be helping me not berating me." She snapped. You raised a brow, leaning in to her.

"But it's so fun." You smirked.

She clicked her pen her eyes flashing red. "Careful Stark, I have no qualms about hurting you." You saw her threat for what it was, a taunt.

You smirked winking at her. "You didn't answer my question, Maximoff."

She huffed out a breath. "Physics. I suck at physics."

You tilted your head and nodded. "Okay, well we can start there Wanda. Physics is quite simple when you figure out the equations, for example speed, distance, time. If one is missing then you'd utilise the other two components to find out the missing one. Make sense?" You ask. She watched as you wrote down what you were saying. Her eyes carefully reading over the words.

"I understand."

You smiled as you flipped through the book.

The two of you spent the next part of two hours working through the text book dissecting each piece of information that Wanda didn't seem to understand. Once she got the hang of it Wanda's intellect wasn't that of a high-school drop out like everyone assumed. S he was incredibly bright, she just didn't have the confidence to apply herself.

Wanda groaned throwing her head back. "Educational overload." She murmured. You smiled standing up and offering her a hand. She looked at you and then at your hand. She delicately slipped a hand into mine and I smiled gripping her hand and pulling her up.

"Coffee break, I'll drive."

"Uh, why?" She asked looking away.

"We've been at this for hours, and I'm just as bored as you."

She frowned. "Sorry to inconvenience you." She muttered sharply. You groaned rolling your eyes.

"Oh stop it." You muttered leaning across the table to to grab your car keys.

"Okay, but if anyone recognises us. I'm not with you." She muttered. You nodded.

"Oh yeah because I'm sure it would damage your reputation to be seen with a lowly Stark. It's not like my brother and I don't own half the city." You teased with an eye roll. You saw the faintest of smirks lift her lips before she walked past you and straight out the door.

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[petrichormore]

-LIVE-BLOGGED THOUGHTS ON TODAY’S STREAM-

FIRST OFF - one little thing that I want to say:

(This is about the characters, obviously.)

I am totally on Bad’s side about locking his base down and not letting anyone in. If he wants to do that, there’s nothing wrong with it. I get why Forever and Baghera might be upset but holy shit it’s his house. And also: Trust is always gifted, never owed. The fact that he’s letting them inside his base at all is a privilege that very few people on the server have and I don’t think they realize that.

Yes, maybe they trust him with everything but that’s their decision and Bad isn’t somehow required to reciprocate equally as they see fit. I’d even argue he is reciprocating equally - but his idea of “I trust you as much as I possibly can” is just different from theirs.

I saw a lot of people telling Bad in chat that Baghera had a point but like - trust is not really a transaction like that, or at least it shouldn’t be - trust is something you earn. Forever and Baghera have earned more of Bad’s trust than any other people on the server but that doesn’t mean they’re entitled to anything he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing with them if it doesn’t concern them. Especially if it’s his LITERAL ACTUAL TOP-SECRET PRIVATE HOUSE WHERE HE LIVES.

That’s not to say I don’t understand where Forever and Baghera are coming from - obviously it probably does come across like he doesn’t trust them but. Even if they’re right (they’re not), if he doesn’t trust them then trying to guilt-trip him into giving them complete access is not gonna. make him trust them more so. Y’know. Skill issue.

OKAY NOW THE LIVE THOUGHTS

- Lmao Bad is explaining his potential proxy representive democracy style government to Antoine and he really just said “if any candidate tries to assassinate anyone else I’ll just kill them” like he knows how stacked he is. People ask “What if someone assassinates Bad?” And my answer to that is: they can certainly try but they’ll probably fail miserably.

- Bad: “Everyone thinks they’re powerful until a mine is placed in the right location.” I am so glad he’s not evil because everyone else would be screwed if he was

- Bad: “I’m gonna be honest: I don’t want a government. I do not want a president. But if we have to choose a president, I want a president that will do as little as possible [without full community support].” My anarchist king. A man of the People.

- Bad has decided he wants to talk to Phil and try and convince him to run because he doesn’t trust anyone to be a ‘good president’ and thinks someone who doesn’t want the position at all would be the best choice. He also said if Phil won’t, he will run himself with an anti-government stance. If he doesn’t have a chance of winning, he will throw his support behind Forever or Baghera and help them win. I really want to see a Phil/Bad team-up though, or at least see them discuss it.

- Overall, Bad’s whole monologue about his stance on the election was super cool and he’s so Right and Correct. He didn’t explain it very well during the debate but god damn is he cooking