#but also it’s VERY DEVIOUS AND MEAN. excellent that way.

[theminecraftbee]

you ever come up with a really devious plot twist you CAN’T TELL ANYONE ABOUT FOR LIKE FOUR MONTHS GODDAMMIT,

[biteofcherry]

Don't need your name to own you

dark fae!Ransom Drysdale x female reader

summary: You're not interested in anything personal the Scaretale offers. You just want to see it from the inside. Then, once your curiosity is sated, you're going home. But you forgot what curiosity did to the cat...

warnings: dark fae!Ransom; dark!Ransom; dub-con; drugging of sorts; power imbalance; dirty talk; Master/pet undertones (but no pet play); degradation mixed with praise; humiliation; brief F/F/F; oral (f receiving); rimming; fingering; forced orgasm; squirting; anal play; anal sex, unprotected sex;

word count: 5.6k

Author’s Note: Fae isn't exactly a monster, but it's still very fitting for the Scaretale universe 😎 Especially with how wicked and devious Ransom is. It's definitely dark, even if it feels light and almost playful, too. It's how the fae get you😏 Also, this is the very first time I wrote something so long for Ransom! But I have to admit that I had fun writing this devious, kinky Ran. I know @stargazingfangirl18 is doing a happy dance about it, lol.

To the tiniest button, to the last line, to the very detail - preparation was something you excelled at. It gave you a sense of control, too. Which, in turn, boosted your confidence. 

If you were prepared, nothing would surprise you. 

It’s why you researched Scaretale for over six months; following not only the online reviews, gossip, or comments from people and monsters who attended, but also spending hours upon hours in the library and online archives. You browsed everything there was about fae and their customs.

Since the Scaretale was founded and owned by a fae, you figured it had to be created and ruled by the fae magic. Learning about it as much as you could was a smart move if you wanted to enter the club. 

And you wanted to.

It tempted you.

Not for the reasons most of the people went there - to search for love, or to taste the spicy taboo. No, you were curious. So achingly, annoyingly curious. 

You wanted to walk in there, soak up the atmosphere and observe. Your thoughts often derailed, wondering how the interactions inside the club looked like. Was it a full on debauchery (so cliche), or maybe so similar to a human club (how disappointing)? 

You’ve put a lot of thought into choosing your wardrobe, making sure to not pick anything too revealing as to not attract too much attention. As well, nothing too modest, because to some monsters that was even more appealing, with the whole innocence and fragility concept. 

You weren’t going there to fill anyone’s lust. Only to sate your own curiosity. 

By now you knew the exterior of the club by heart, having walked by it so many times and admiring the details. It had that enchanting allure of a building that stood out from all the others, veiled in mystery that one couldn’t resist unraveling. Like the abandoned, or supposedly haunted houses in the movies, where kids dared each other to knock on the door. Though Scaretale looked less creepy and more magical. 

There were big, stained-glass windows, yet nothing could be seen through them. Not even in the late evening when the colorful glass glowed from the inside, but no shadows passed, no silhouettes were visible. As if the windows were only a decoration and not a means to give view either way. 

Curved vines, with detailed leaves and thorns, weaved around the entrance. The door, too, seemed to be made from delicate, thickly woven ivy, though to the touch it was sturdy like steel. 

The door opened easily, just from a single push. They closed behind you soundlessly. 

Pleasant warmth welcomed you. Not too stifling like in most clubs, but rather reminiscent of a summer evening when the warmth lingers, but leaves room for evening freshness. 

A softest kind of breeze brushed around your ankles and up your legs, like the faintest touch of gentle hands. It teased your collarbones and swept up your neck to flick a sensitive spot behind your ear. It evoked your surprised, tiny gasp.

That sensation wasn’t palpable enough for you to startle and search for invisible hands, but it piqued your already high curiosity. 

Was it a welcome every human who entered received? Or maybe the sensations upon arrival were attuned individually? 

Or was it just your own imagination?

If your unsatisfied curiosity was pulsing earlier, now it raged with hunger. You barely kept your pace slow, while all you wanted was to immediately check every nook, study every creature, taste and touch every single detail. 

That would draw unnecessary attention. Which you didn’t need. You wanted to snoop around undisturbed. 

And definitely not becoming someone’s interest. 

Feigning nonchalance, you cast long glances at each booth and the monsters occupying it. A group of orcs, who were attempting to be politely quieter than their booming voices allowed. Two vampires, both more occupied with their sleek phones than with the pretty waitress who brought their wine. Though it seemed she had one of the orcs watching her every move.

At first, even at a second glance, it appeared that Scaretale was a boring, high end type of club where everyone was behaving themselves and only considering courting someone who caught their eye. 

But you felt that raw, intense pulsing in the air. A tension that wasn’t about to break into violence, but rather into a primal chase and claiming. 

That elegant veneer veiled a lethal doom. 

Your blood rippled with a wave of thrill. Just adrenaline, you told yourself as your instincts tensed in anticipation. 

Your gaze shifted back and forth, across the endless room, over every booth and nook and iron-wrought railings cutting off a few alcoves. Any moment now someone could snap. Any monster was bound to leap and find their prey, who would yield willingly, or put up a fight. To some, the prey would crawl over - mesmerized, enchanted, or simply so desperate. 

A venus flytrap.

The club, you realized, was like a pulsing, living entity that lured humans in with sweet poison of mystery and promises of love; only to trap them the moment a predator lurking within decided to claim them. 

You moved forward, toward the glowing oval bar that stood in the center of the grand space. As you approached, you felt your mouth going dry, your throat aching for a drop of liquid. Frowning, you forced yourself to swallow your own saliva. 

Scaretale belonged to a fae. A dark fae. There was no way you were going to eat or drink anything served here.

That’s how people bound themselves to the fae. At least according to most legends. Even if it was an exaggerated lore, you preferred not to find out for yourself. 

A blue haired woman minded the bar. She moved gracefully, floating from one end to the other in dance-like steps. Her smile was gentle, not a fake one forced to appease customers. She paused for a second as you neared the countertop, lips parting as if to ask what you wanted to drink. Before she uttered a single sound, her mouth closed and she twirled away, ignoring you completely.

You were about to study the short encounter, wondering why unexpected rudeness happened, but a different presence entered your personal space.

You felt a peculiar tickling grazing your skin, like tiny drops of carbonated drink bursting around your mouth and nose when you took a first sip of freshly opened soda, or champagne.

It wasn’t an overwhelming body heat you’d expect from most monsters, nor a piercing coldness a vampire might give off. This man’s aura was fresher. Like a stream weaving through the midsummer forest.

“Ain’t you a curious little creature?” His voice drawled in a soft, velvety mockery. 

Eyes still glued to the empty space where the bartender stood a few seconds ago, your body froze on the spot the second the mysterious man invaded your personal space. 

As his voice reached you, your curiosity yanked you into movement. 

You had to see who it was.

Your eyes found themselves on level with a male chest. Not the broadest, if you compared it to some other monsters in the club that night, but corded with lean muscles. His shirt was a pearly white, similar to satin, or maybe silk. Definitely expensive. Tiny, golden buttons on it were fucking monogrammed. 

Your gaze slowly dropped down, where his waist narrowed into tight hips and long, long legs (clad in equally expensive pants). His arms hung loosely at his sides, forearms exposed where the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up. 

His skin was fair, a faint glow caught deep beneath the skin surface. What instantly caught your attention and filled you with an alarming sensation, were the black tips of his fingers. Color darkest at the fingertips, gradually fading as it went down his knuckles and into his palm.

Not just black, but a night sky ink that seemed to shimmer a dark dust in the blackness.

A dark fae! 

Your gaze snapped up to his face. Most beautiful face you’ve ever seen. Even with the smirk curving his lips, which would usually annoy you in any human male. 

Not a single feature of his face seemed flawed, or in disharmony. His irises were a crystalline blue, but the longer you stared into them the more it appeared that all changes in the sky were reflected in the fae’s eyes. 

“You know what curiosity did to a cat, right? And yet you’re here.” He gave an almost disappointed sigh, but amusement sparked his eyes and his smirk didn’t ease an inch. 

“A stubborn little, human tabby,” he chuckled, giving you a once over. 

It was merely a flick of gaze and for some reason you knew it was only for show, because this man had been studying you for longer. Possibly, his attention was on you the whole time you thought yourself to be unnoticed as you explored the club.  

You licked your lips nervously, but still straightened your back and titled your chin up in defiance. 

“Humans are allowed here.” You bit back. “Encouraged to come, even.”

“Humans who seek a partner, yes.” He replied. His beautiful, tempting lips were ready to say more when you interrupted-

“Who says I’m not looking for one?” You crossed your arms over your chest, attempting for fake confidence to hide the simple urge to test everything. 

“You’re looking for trouble, Tabby.” The fae tutted in a soft warning. “You’ve been after it for weeks. Every single day walking around the building and learning its details with a deep hunger that a desperate slut has for her Master’s cock.”

Fire blazed up within you, scorching your skin from the inside and melting low in your abdomen. 

You weren’t sure if it was his dirty metaphor that ignited the reaction, or the scary fact that he was aware of your investigation. Of every single time you strolled around the building and watched it. 

“Since you’re so passionate about Scaretale and I’m the owner, I thought it’s only polite that I attend to your needs personally.” 

Clear sky in his irises dimmed into dusk, with blue so dark and seductive you couldn’t look away. Or perhaps it was his words that gripped you in a vice, shocking with the innuendo, but oh so tempting with it, too. 

His curled forefinger lodged beneath your chin. Then his thumb pressed to the front of it, trapping you in a grip that only seemed gentle. 

“Why don’t you give me your name, Tabby?” He coaxed and your tongue instinctively moved to roll out the answer. 

Thankfully, the cautious part of your brain was still working and you caught the side of the spiderweb he almost launched you into. 

“Nuh-uh.” Tip of your tongue flicked out to lick your bottom lip - a move that the fae caught with growing interest. “I know your kind’s tricks. I’m not going to fall for it and just give myself away to be bound. And before you offer, I won’t accept any food, or drink, either.”

You expected irritation. Anger that his smooth act didn’t work on you, while you bet so many would fall for his charm and flirting alone. Especially, since a man like that one rarely got denied anything he wanted. Fae or human, men of power and wealth were all the same in that department. 

Instead, he smiled. There was something wicked to the way his lips curved and his eyes glinted with amusement. Even the crinkles that formed around his eyes didn’t ease the growing uneasiness deep in your gut. 

“So clever.” He hummed, slowly dragging his thumb toward your lips. 

He drew a line below the bow of your mouth first, then a warm pad touched your pouty lip and brushed along it. 

It felt as if that touch grazed your clit. 

He rubbed your bottom lip again and your thighs clenched in a foolish attempt to prevent the sensation teasing your nub. 

Your body had always been quite responsive, though the fae might have been the first man to get your pussy started just from the way he played with your mouth.

“You can call me Ransom,” he offered his name, without any tricky games. Or so you thought. “Or-” he paused, for the third time brushing his thumb along your lip- “your Master.”

His hand withdrew, leaving a warm print on your chin and a tingling sensation on your bottom lip. It took your brain a second to register his words fully. Another second for your rebellion to fire up and react.

“My Master?!” You snorted in faint rage, hating how saying those words sent a jolt down your spine.

Your tongue poked out to lick the aftertaste of his touch. But it felt like there was an actual taste following, first coating your tongue then swallowed with your saliva. A little sweet, fizzing like pop-rocks. 

Staring into Ransom’s eyes, you were focused on the touch of his thumb itself. Never expecting, or imagining the trail of sparkling black dust from his fingertips leaving traces on your lips. 

Which you licked. And swallowed. 

There was no dizziness, nor complete loss of limb movement, yet your whole body became pliant and hot. Fascination with the dark fae grew into devotion, eagerness to follow him. To please him. 

“See, my fiery Tabby,” Ransom’s eyes blazed inhuman blue. “I don’t need your name to own you.” 

“You tricked me!” You accused him, but couldn’t make yourself run away from him. Quite the contrary, you itched to snuggle into his arms and purr like the kitten he nicknamed you.

“I am a dark fae.” He laughed. Then he stepped even closer, your body touching his and reacting to the proximity with increasing need. His knuckles caressed your cheek, before his hand dipped lower and his fingers curled around the front of your neck. 

“Now, give me your name. As you will give me everything I ask for, anyway.” 

Your name rolled out on your tongue without any resistance. Your eyelids fluttered close when Ransom rewarded your obedience with barely whispered praise and mouth nearing yours. His lips almost touched yours, holding you on the precipice until you nearly whined. 

With a triumphant chuckle, he withdrew. Your eyes opened when he snapped his fingers. 

A heartbeat later two women appeared at your sides. Both with skin glowing from within, stunning and perfect. And almost naked. They had warm smiles and mischief sparkling in their eyes. 

“Meet Dusk and Dawn.” He introduced the two fae, then directed an order at them - “Take her to my chambers and prepare her.” 

“Prepare?!” You squeaked when the women simply hooked their arms with yours and began leading you, like a group of friends might support each other when walking after a few drinks. 

“Be a good girl, Tabby.” Ransom grinned. “Do as they say. I’ll be with you in a moment and sate some of that curiosity of yours.”

“Yes, Master.” It spilled out of your mouth, before your brain even registered what you were saying. 

Ransom laughed at your shocked expression and the embarrassment that followed. 

Dusk and Dawn lead you across the club, toward the far back where the space diverted in three ways. Left and right corridors were swarmed with darkness, but the middle one was pulsing with an unusual glow. They took you to the central one. 

A few steps down the corridor and an ornate, double winged window marked its end. Nothing was visible through it, beside the yellow-green light. As they pushed you through it, like through a dry waterfall, your feet landed on a carpet so plush and dark green, it might as well be moss. 

Wait, was it moss? 

The walls of the bedroom seemed solid, no trees suddenly sprouting from anywhere. But the dark jewel tones reminded the core of the woods. An explicitly large bed stood in the middle - a frame carved of dark wood, with a canopy weaved off gauzy fabrics and live vines and so many fairy lights. 

You squeaked when the women started tugging on your clothes. They skilfully dodged your hands when you attempted to swat them away, moving fast and light like fireflies. One of them reminded you that Ransom asked you to listen and instantly that pull to obey made you cease your fight. 

A part of you hated that automatic obedience, every rebellious streak in you fussed and stomped against it. But there was also that damn side of you, which was kinda fascinated with it.

Was whatever you tasted on your lips enough to bind you to a fae? What belonging to him would entail? How deeply your body’s reactions would attune to Ransom’s commands? 

The fae spread you on the bed, cooing at you when you sank into the soft linens with a contented sigh. Their lips were warm and gentle as they kissed your exposed skin, stirring your arousal. 

You’ve never been with a woman. There was some curiosity towards it, but never an actual attraction to study it deeper. Now two were playing with your body against your will, as if you were a kitten for their amusement. 

And for the Master’s. 

The thought of Ransom joining you in that bed made you shiver. Your gaze fitted on the slopes of the soft canopy hanging above, but you imagined his face filling your vision as he settled on top of you. Between your thighs. 

A reluctant moan bubbled on your lips when Dusk parted your legs and with a giggle chased sweet kisses up your inner thighs. 

Dawn closed her mouth around your nipple, plucking the other with her fingers. 

You felt overwhelmed. Your body roused, your pussy was tingling, but you were also embarrassed, helpless, and in the back of your head still huffed that resistance. 

“Nooo!” You whined, back arching, when Dusk’s tongue licked into your seam. 

“Yes,” came an unyielding reply. 

Your head lifted from the pillows, finding Ransom standing at the foot of the bed, watching your body being pleasured. Being prepared. For him. 

He started to unbutton his shirt, lazily. All the while holding your gaze and with a triumphant look drinking in all of your expressions and sounds. He watched as Dawn kissed and licked all over your breasts and belly; as your hips rocked eagerly into Dusk’s mouth when she sucked on your clit. 

“Dusk is really talented with her mouth.” Ransom complimented the other fae, who in return parted your folds with her fingers and began licking and kissing all over your dripping pussy. “You should thank her, Tabby.”

You whined, scrunching up your nose and refusing to comply. Which made Ransom chuckle at your defiance. 

He walked to the side of the bed, one knee dipping into the mattress as he leaned across to grip one of your legs. He brought it outwards and up, opening you wider. 

There were no words spoken, but perhaps they had some telepathic communication, or maybe they’ve done this dance before - because the moment Ransom had you spread wider, your pelvis slightly tipped up, Dusk’s tongue delved down. 

Toward your tight rim.

“Oh fu-!” You cried out, clenching your eyes shut at the humiliation. 

Fae’s tongue circled your tight hole, teasing it and evoking unknown sensations. Then she wiggled it in, giggling when your pussy clenched in return, dripping more of your slick. And Ransom was watching it with growing hunger; his burning gaze focused on the shiny mess between your buttocks as Dusk licked and spit onto your asshole. 

Dawn pinched your nipples playfully for the last time, then crawled across you. Without prompting, she unzipped Ransom’s pants and pushed it down his legs. Slipping off the bed, she helped him out of the clothes completely. 

Not once did she touch him, however. 

The second Ransom was completely naked, Dusk pulled away from between your legs. Her grin was wicked, her lips shiny with your wetness and she licked it with a broad swipe, winking at you playfully.

Both fae women left the bedroom, but you didn’t pay attention to where they were going. Your focus shifted completely to Ransom, who was now fully naked and moving towards you. 

Your gaze slid from his beautiful face, down his unblemished torso. Like you assumed, he wasn’t a beefy kind of man, but there was a chiseled structure of muscles speaking of speed and stealthy kind of strength.

A tattoo of intricate vines weaved all around his pelvis; leaves and branches dipping down the V cut and running down his cock, too. 

Usually you wouldn’t use the word pretty to describe a dick, but that fae’s was… 

It was long and nicely thick, a pretty flush color that gradually darkened into the same sparkling black as the tips of his fingers. 

Would his cum be as drugging as the dust from his fingers? 

Ransom knelt between your lewdly spread thighs. His gaze lingered on where you were soaked and pulsing with need. His fingers brushed your thighs, then skimmed up your belly and over your breasts. When he pinched your nipples, it was more mean than how Dawn treated you.

Still, your chest arched and you hissed in pleasure. 

One of his hands moved upwards, teasing your neck and then bracketing your face. He squeezed your cheeks and leaned closer. A strand of silky, dark blond hair fell across his forehead, adding a boyish charm to an otherwise lethally beautiful creature. 

Ransom’s breath tickled your lips, his mouth hovering so close to yours. He let your lips brush lightly. Again and again, but not pressing harder. Until you squirmed under him and pushed against his hold to finally taste that wicked mouth. Would he taste like pop-rocks the way his dust did? 

“To you I’ll taste like ambrosia, my feisty pet.” Ransom murmured, and you were unsure if he could read your mind, or if you blurted the question aloud. “I’ll taste like your last meal. Like all you ever want to have on your tongue for the rest of your life.” 

“And when I break you-” he added, his deceivingly velvety voice more alluring than scaring- “you’ll never want to experience anything else but the pleasure and humiliation coming from your Master.”

Your brain fogged. Your body shivered with growing need, becoming restless the longer he denied you that fate. 

It wasn’t all due to his magic. That curious spirit of yours was eager to find out how many sensations he could expose you to, how it would feel to belong to a dark fae. 

“Master,” you breathed out a plea. 

“Vow you belong to me.” Ransom demanded, tightening his grip.

“I belong to you. I give myself to you.” Somehow your tongue knew which words to say and the moment they bubbled out, your body filled with a certain awareness. Like an alert humming beneath your skin, attuned to the presence of the man above you.

It wasn’t just arousal anymore, or fascination. The need to be near him, to please him in any possible way, to be used, has taken root inside of you. 

It illuminated with the power of the sun, filling you with warmth and ecstasy, when Ransom rewarded your pledge with a kiss. A sinful play of lips tasting of midsummer dreams and tongue teasing yours with promises of taboo. 

When he pulled back, you looked at him in daze and admiration. Your mouth parted wider, tongue sticking out, when Ransom dipped two of his fingers into your mouth. His other hand sneaked down your body, black-tipped fingers playing with your already pulsating pussy. 

He pushed his digits to the back of your throat, making you choke and splutter. Your eyes teared up, but you didn’t break eye contact. When Ransom added a third finger, pressing them down on your tongue and further in, you gagged. Your body spasmed, but he held you down still - fucking your face with his fingers, at the same time circling your clit with the other hand. 

He made you come just by playing with your pearl. Or maybe the strongest shockwave was from the way he forced his fingers into your throat; filling you with more of the fizzy fae dust that made you salivate and crave him more. 

“Good girl, Tabby,” he cooed as he kept his fingers on your tongue while you writhed and moaned your release. 

Your body was still buzzing with the remnants of your climax when Ransom finally withdrew his fingers. Shiny with your spit, he brought them down between your spread thighs. 

Without preamble, he thrust all three into you. 

Your back arched as you fisted the sheets. Ransom’s name was a broken cry on your lips as your pussy welcomed the intrusion. 

Like with your mouth, he set a steady, merciless rhythm. The second orgasm came quickly, not surprising you, considering how responsive your body was. It bubbled into the very tips of your fingers, making you mewl in pleasure. 

But the cloudy lull dispersed when your body registered the continued stimulation. 

Ransom kept moving his fingers. A little faster, too. He crooked them, pressing into your G-spot with each damn thrust. An embarrassingly loud squelching sound accompanied each move of his fingers.

His other hand played with your swollen clit, drawing you closer and closer to the precipice. When you whined, heels dragging against the mattress in a futile attempt of squirming away from the onslaught, Ransom’s hand changed its course. He splayed his fingers over your lower abdomen. 

And then he pressed down.

At the same time driving his fingers into that most sensitive, responsive spot. 

Your whole body jolted, bowing in half as pleasure more intense than before sizzled through your body. You screamed. 

Ransom kept going and pressing and fucking… and you kept squirting. 

Shaking and crying, you stared in disbelief at the mess between your spread thighs. Not only was his whole palm wet, but so was his forearm. A few splashes shone on his abdomen, as well. 

Your breath was ragged, your mind somewhere outside of your body, when Ransom slowed and eased you through the aftershocks. Through half-lidded eyes you watched as he brought his soaked hand to his mouth. Holding your gaze with a wicked smirk, he sucked one of his fingers clean. 

“I’ve never done that before,” you whispered shyly. 

“Oh, Tabby.” Ransom’s gaze was both parts warm and evil as he lowered his hand between your thighs again. “I’m going to do to you a lot of things you’ve never tried before.”

“N-no!” You protested when you felt where his touch aimed. 

Your fingers clenched on the sheets tighter when you felt his wet digits circle your rim. Your muscles cinched, but it only made Ransom chuckle. 

“You’re going to let me,” he teased, “because you’re more curious than scared, little pet.”

Ransom’s lips puckered in a fake sympathetic pout and he let out a mocking coo as he forced a single finger into your tightest hole. 

Your eyes were wide, your mouth opened on a distressed gasp. A tiny frown marred your forehead, as your natural curiosity probed at the new sensations he was stirring in your body. 

“There you go,” he moved his finger in and out, “taking it so good, Tabby. Such a good pet.” 

“Nghh!” You keened when he pushed a second finger in, stretching your rim wider. 

“No need to be embarrassed that you like it. You’ll come from it, I promise.” His free hand teased along your puffy folds, mercifully not touching your oversensitive clit. “You’ll come with my cock deep in your ass, pet.”

“Someday,” he mused aloud, adding his dirty words to the torment, “I’ll keep you on my cock and spread you wide, so that Dusk can feast on your sweet cunt.”

The image his words painted sent a carnal response to your core, but also provoked an irritable cord. 

“Gonna play with all of your pets, huh?” You glared; though it shifted into reflection of pleasure as fingers probed your unused channel.

“Sheath your claws, Tabby.” Ransom laughed. He reached for your face with his free hand and trailed a finger from the tip of your nose, across your lips and down to your neck. “No need for jealousy. Dusk and Dawn are a part of my family’s court. They love mischief and all things debauched, but they’re not my pets. Nor my lovers.”

He curled his fingers around your throat, demanding undisturbed eye contact. 

“I let them touch you, because it pleases me when you suffer pleasure. When that silly, human propriety and reason fight your body’s eager responsiveness.”

He hovered above you, face so close to yours that his unruly strand of hair nearly tickled your forehead.

“If I wish so, they’ll play with you for my entertainment again,” Ransom’s tone lowered, turning a honey-sweet, but thick and sticky, clogging threat. “And you won’t fuss about it, because you want to please your Master.”

“Yes, Master.” Again, it flowed out of your lips so easily. 

“Now kiss me and thank me for stretching your ass.” 

Your lips pressed against his eagerly, as if you were starved for his taste. Your tongue poked out playfully, coaxing Ransom’s response. But what you earned in return was your own strained moan as he scissored his fingers inside of you. 

“T-thank you for stretching my ass, Master,” you whimpered, though you honestly weren’t yet sold on the weird sensation. Or rather your brain wasn’t yet accepting it, because your pussy was weeping happy tears again, even though she wasn’t the one directly stimulated. 

With wide eyes you observed as Ransom slowly withdrew his fingers, only to position the head of his cock right against that barely-opened hole. 

You thought he’d torment you a bit with anal play, but then take your cunt. It appeared that the dark fae had other ideas. Unpredictable ones, which made you flush with dread and humiliation anew. 

Ransom placed his hands on your thighs, keeping them spread wide apart. His hungry gaze was watching, nearly mesmerized, the way your tight, dirty hole struggled against his big cock. 

He felt your whole body tense then yield with a broken moan as he pushed the tip inside. 

Your rim opened, forced to swallow his cock. Your pussy was puffy and glistening, your clit engorged and tempting to torment it more. He noticed the way your other hole clenched in despair as he fucked into the one below. 

He knew your cunt yearned to be fucked so good; fussy that he was neglecting it for the other hole, the one so many humans were squirmy and embarrassed about. 

Oh, Ransom had every intention of fucking and filling your sweet pussy, but he wanted to play first. To torment you and your needy cunt, drawing your pleasure so high you would crawl and beg. 

Besides, taking the virginity of your ass and seeing you fall apart from having something so dirty done to you, was a pleasure most exquisite. 

You made the most delicious sounds - whimpers and mewls of crumbling resistance mixing with moans of a sweet, needy slut. 

When he bottomed out in your ass, your pussy gushed with more of your wetness. 

“What a naughty, messy pet,” he cooed cruelly. “Enjoying having her ass plowed. You gonna cum for me, Tabby? Gonna cum with my cock deep in your ass?”

You did. Crying out as your body tightened, squeezing his dick like a vice. Tears stung beneath your eyelids as he laughed and continued fucking into your sore bottom, yet pleasure still rippled as if his mockery was also a sweet caress. 

You came again when Ransom groaned his release, filled you with hot cum and landed a slap on your exposed clit. 

Rush of blood pounded in your head, muffling some of the dirty words Ransom was weaving like poetry. You stared at him with eyes glassy, admiring the raw, dark beauty of him. While he was watching your rim gaping slightly, his cum dribbling out. 

Minutes, or perhaps hours later, your consciousness drifted back from the hazy cloudy space Ransom pushed you into. You were curled in bed, the sheets magically clean of any mess your bodies produced. It was warm and safe; a thin, soft sheet draped over your naked body. 

You turned onto your back, yawning as you looked around. The canopy was drawn shut: gauzy curtains providing intimacy, fairy lights woven into the fabric glowing so beautifully. 

Behind it, you could make out a shadow of a silhouette moving around the bedroom. Judging by the size and shape, you suspected it was Ransom. You were proved right when he parted the curtains a moment later.

“Dusk and Dawn will come to wash you.” Though spoken rather softly, it was a declaration that wouldn’t welcome any disobedience. 

In your body, an eagerness to follow ignited, but your mind scowled at the prospect of being touched by strange women again. Washed and played with like a toy to be then presented to Ransom. 

When you opened your mouth to protest against being touched and aroused by the fae again, Ransom cut you with a glare.

“They will wash and dress you, and you will let them. Then meet me on the main floor.” 

“Yes, Master.” Your reply may have been obedient, but you still scrunched up your nose in discontent. 

Judging by Ransom’s broad grin, he found your pout amusing. The glint in his blue eyes reminded of a lightning ripping through the night sky. It also suggested more humiliating torment coming your way. 

[iamnmbr3]

I agree it sounds like harry and draco are attracted to each other, but what do you think each of them (especially harry) finds compelling about the other? and would that be a good basis for a relationship or is it more like insta-love where they're attracted because they just are?

I think they are initially just kind of drawn to each other because they have that indefinable spark of chemistry between them - even when they aren't getting along, even when they end up on opposite sides of the war. BUT I think it's also so much more than that and I think they are genuinely compatible people who could build a good relationship post-war.

They're both quick witted and sassy and I think post-war they'd come to really enjoy each other's snark and humor and derive a lot of enjoyment and entertainment from bantering with each other. (Tbh I think even during the series Draco always secretly thought Harry was very funny even though he'd never admit it. As for Harry, once Draco's humor isn't directed at him or his friends and no longer involves bigoted slurs against Muggleborns, he finds he appreciates it a lot more.) They also both understand each other at a very deep and intuitive level and can read each other really well; this is already the case in canon and becomes even more true once they actually start spending time with each other. And obviously that's an important aspect of building a relationship.

They both have similar traumas and life experiences - for example having had up-close and personal interactions with Voldemort and understanding what he was like more than most people who just kind of view him more as an abstract bogeyman. They both are protective of the people they care about. They both are clever and highly gifted in magic though in different, but complimentary ways which means they work really well together when it comes to solving problems. They both can be cunning and Draco is absolutely delighted by Harry's devious side. They both can be quite brave when they have to be (though neither fully realizes this, and Draco especially does not think of himself as brave in the least).

They even have little things in common like their enjoyment of Quidditch and their gift for flying. They are both excellent Seekers. Remember Draco is the only person who ever even came close to beating Harry, and that's even when Harry had a better broom. Harry's a teensy bit better but they are pretty evenly matched and definitely enjoy playing against each other. They're also not intimidated by each other and can hold their own against each other. (Draco is not only not phased by Harry's glares the way even Hermione sometimes is but also lowkey finds them a bit attractive though he'd never, ever admit it.) Furthermore, they are both absolutely the peak of each other's Type TM and each thinks the other is ridiculously fit.

[jesncin]

I just read all your MAWS thoughts/opinions/criticism (all excellent! also your jokes rock), it really opened my eyes to stuff I sorta thought of but never deeply (+stuff I hadn't, as I'm of a different background) and it annoys me me that pretty much nobody else besides yourself(ves) and those interacting with your posts are talking about these aspects. (When I look for MAWS criticism there's either nothing or "grr, woke!!1!", such a contrast to other media I've watch sdhksk)

Oh my, thank you!! It's one thing for people to read my MAWS meta, but to also be complimented on my sense of humor? That's priceless babeyy

Right? It's why I feel the need to talk about it so much, I feel kinda crazy to be the only one discussing these things (it really is just either "the show is good, stop raining on our parade!" or "grr wokeee" or very basic criticism)- and hearing people come to my perspective or even affirm that they felt the same way is so validating.

I've said before that we're in a particularly bad place for media literacy and criticism now that corporations know they can just do the surface level acknowledgement of diversity and be defended by people who have no frame of reference for how it could be better. They'll even say criticizing a show means it's a moral failing on your part ("just admit you hate POC, queer ppl, women!"). MAWS does that to a devious degree, and watching people fall for it is depressing.

My other theory for why there's so little constructive MAWS criticism is that most of the smarter viewers left after clocking the show's trite writing, lol.

[aalinaaaaaa]

Trivia Tuesday

Thanks as always @bardic-tales for the tag! For this week's edition, I'm going to talk a bit about the inspirations behind a certain aspect of Eshani and Cerigo's relationship, and indeed the Court of Morilast also (because those two things are rooted in the same inspiration).

A few days ago, I posted what some people may recall as this snippet , which deals with a pivotal moment in Eshani and Cerigo's relationship. It's after Eshani first got anointed as a High Councillor, meaning that, among other things, she inherited the court's vow of madness (anyone with this vow is only able to venture outside Morilaste's* borders for a day and a minute, any time spent after this will result in one being driven to madness. It's actually one of the terms of the treaty that resulted in Helinda's existence).

The Court's vow and the tragic tone of Eshani and Cerigo's relationship were both inspired by Pirates of the Caribbean; At World's End, namely the parts relating to Will and Elizabeth's relationship and how Will's sacrifice lead to him being stuck on the Flying Dutchman for basically forever (except the spend ten years at sea = one day on land stipulation). This wasn't something that I consciously took inspiration from, it was a case of my interpretation of those ideas bleeding into my work and then upon seeing the movie again, I'm like 'oh, that's similar, lol'.

However, it has to be said that the Court of Morilaste was born from conscious inspiration on my part. It was because I took interest in how the Court of Nightmares from A Court of Mist and Fury was the place where the Night Court's notorious reputation came out of. When I finished that book (I was 13 going on 14 at the time), I was like 'uhh, could we please see more of Rhys being the most powerful High Lord in Prythian 👀👉👈'. I think there was a whole of one, maybe two scenes set there and it came off as like 'here's the basement where all the nasty stuff happens, next'.

The net result was what you see today, a sequestered court split from the rest of the country where there are no less than seven (I promise the number is a coincidence, it's because I wanted a superstitious/mythological number less conventional than three) High Councillors, each one very strong and devious in their own right. All because some guy thousands of years previous had some controversial ideas and an excellent hand at tattoo-based spellwork.

...

*Sometimes Morilaste is spelled with the 'e', sometimes it isn't.

It's, in terms of the lore, an anglicisation of how it's represented in the Helindian language, where placenames typically have a symbol at the end, akin to a silent letter, to indicate it's a place. This is employed in instances where a place is named after someone. In verbal speech, the name is said the exact same way whether it's a name or a place being talked about. Context clues in the conversation indicate the distinction.

If one is talking about the geographical area, then it's Morilaste.

If one is talking about/referencing the namesake, and/or the High Councillors or other people in the court, then it's Morilast.

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I'm going to drop the taglists of Obsidian Sapphires and Soulswapped here, along with the general one, (ask, comment, etc me to be added/subtracted from any of my taglists): @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @outpost51 @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart @thelaughingstag @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @original-writing @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @theglitchywriterboi @did-i-do-this-write @threeking

[solarpunkpresentspodcast]

Solarpunk Naiveté?

Solarpunk opts for optimism—and action—over despair, but sometimes I wonder if we are just being naïve. It’s not just that most people don’t want what we want, which is a change on par with the Industrial Revolution, but for the sustainable, livable, and socially just, including the extinction of capitalism, patriarchy, and gender essentialism. We think that all we have to do is show how fun! (etc) the future could be to win over hearts and minds of the close minded and fearful who want to anchor us in the status quo or even drag us back into the past. But it’s not the poor (at least if we get our way), it’s the difficult, selfish, and sociopathic who will always be with us. These are the people that our currently crumbling democracies have failed to remain eternally vigilant against. These are the people who are the main obstacle to progress toward that beautiful future we’re dreaming of. But what do we do about them? What strategies do we have to take the sting out of the people whose sole intentions are to disrupt, destroy, seize power, and sow misery?

These people are rare and yet legion. We all know at least one. I mean, show me a family—or a workplace—that doesn’t contain at least one psychopath gleefully and intentionally capable of causing chaos and pain. A lot of us have had our lives upended by such people and/or carry deep wounds. I would definitely be a different, stronger person than I am now if it wasn’t for the things such people have done to me and to members of my family, even several generations in the past.

You’d think that would have armed me against such people. But over and over again I have found that if you’re not Machiavellian yourself, it’s all but impossible to counteract the willfully, savagely destructive. I don’t know about you, but I suspect, like me, you are just not devious enough to block, dodge, or defang their schemes. Which is the better way to be! But it means that we always think we’ve seen the worst these people can do and that there are no further horrors to come. Of course, we’re almost always wrong, at least until, having shattered us badly enough, they drop us as a plaything. Then, such is our propensity for amnesia and our belief in the goodness of the human heart, we forget that there are countless others like these people out there. And although we know that they blow through norms and fail to negotiate in good faith, our pitifully normal little brains will never really get our heads around what that means, except in hindsight… every time.

Or maybe I am a particularly lacking in guile.

So, anyway, here I have been, despite all my bad experiences with bullies and psychopaths, dreaming my cheerful little solarpunk dreams where everyone can just see how good it would be to be excellent to each other and stop fucking up the environment. I talk to people I like talking to—meaning people who see the world very much the way I do—and my social media encounters are largely confined to a hopelessly progressive Instagram feed and the soft, rolling hills of Mastodon, where everyone is so earnestly woke. So I forgot we’re not all in this together.

My rude reawakening came after I happened to stumble across the farmers’ huge protest here in Germany that happened the other week. As one does with impressive events, I shot a short video and posted it to YouTube. (You are subscribed to our new channel, right?) Thus was I slapped back into reality. By trolls, of course. Not even many and not even particularly ferocious ones. Just a couple of them making some run of the mill disparaging comments designed to sow discord and undermine my credulousness, rather than start actual discussions.

Yes, particularly guileless little fluffball that I am, I was shocked by this. My video was pretty neutral... and less than a minute long. I pointed out that the way farmers are farming is ruining the environment, but I also pointed out that it’s wrong that they’re not being paid a fair price for the food they produce for us. If I was criticizing anything, it was the whole messed up system that so grossly underpays farmers it pushes them to overproduce food by pumping the soils full of pesticides and fertilizers and housing inhumane ghettos of livestock that only sees the light of day on the way to the slaughterhouse. But I got savaged for being a hypocrite... for eating food. And that’s when you remember that there are so many people out there who aren’t interested in solving problems. They’re in it to win, or to bully people, or—in the case of, say, Russian trolls—to destabilize the society of their self-identified enemies (in this case, Germany and the rest of the democratic world). Dividing and conquering, right?

So, dear solarpunks and everyone else who’d like to avoid a dystopian very near future, how do we neutralize the destructive effects of people like this? Especially when the “fight” is asymmetric, because we can’t resort to Machiavellianism, bullying, or steamrolling over norms in return?

Comment below... I’d love to hear your thoughts on this! Provided, of course, that you’re not just in it to troll.

[belltrigger]

Submastober / Submas Sharetober Day 6!

Sharetober Inspiration: Sebek Zigvolt from Twisted Wonderland!

I was actually into Twisted Wonderland before I was into Submas. Sebek wasn't even really on my radar until the Kelkkarotu event, and I went into that event mostly wanting to see Jade. But, ever since then, I've been looking into Sebek!

And then I started to notice that he and ddIngo have a lot of things in common once ddIngo has redeemed himself sufficiently. They are both LOUD talkers, like to look crisp, and very boisterous about how much they care about the people important to them. Both have three people they're very dedicated to, and respond to being chastised in very similar ways!

There's more ways, certainly, but those are the most direct and obvious ways.

As for the dorms, early ddIngo would be in Diasomnia, but later ddIngo could fit in really well in Scarabia because of the dorm's tendency towards deliberate thought and thought-out plans.

Mermmet would be Savanaclaw due to his energetic and athletic nature. He's strong and would enjoy sports! (Yes, he's a mermaid but I don't know that he's got the ability to read the atmosphere enough, even though he's quite capable of self-sufficiency. )

ddEmmet would fit really well in Octavinelle because he excels in understanding others and is surprisingly capable of manipulation - he uses it to help himself and others understand their feelings, but it could be used for more devious means. He's also something of a romantic, and the idea of granting wishes would appeal strongly to him.

Wife Ingo would probably be in Heartslabyul due to his tendency to put a lot of weight on rules and societal expectations. If his brothers were all in Diasomnia, though, I could see him fitting in well there as well. He likes to protect those important to him!

[virtuouswhitehatorganization]

Ubel's Clique (Villainous Oc's)

Names: Githinji Tembo(1st); Athaliah Grotesque (2nd); Maisey Hemlock (Third); Smokey Fawkes (Fourth)

Occupation: Students

DOB: August 12th; November 25th ; October 15th; November 5th

Age: Same Age As Meng

Abilities: Ginthiji- Elephant physiology, super strength, super endurance, super durability, and super senses; Athalia- Imp physiology and abilities ; Maisey- Assassination skills; Smokey- Bomb humanoid physiology and abilities

Headcannon Voice Actors: Laura Stahl/Max Duran- Ginthiji (English/Spanish);Rena Taylor/Ananda García -Athalia(English/Spanish); Sarah Wiedenheft/Mariana Ortiz- Maisey (English/Spanish); Hugo Harold-Harrison/ Rolando de la Fuente - Smokey (English/Spanish)

Species: Ginthiji - born from magical uplifted elephants; Athalia - imp; Maisey- human; Smokey- bomb headed humanoid Residence: Black Hat Institute (currently-all); Nairobi, Kenya (Ginthiji Tembo); Hell (Athalia Grotesque); New York, United States (Maisey Hemolock); London, England (Smokey Fawke)

Personality: They are all loyal to Ubel out of wanting to either kiss up to him or due to family ties with his mother. They all are pretty sadistic, nasty, and cruel to those who cross their path or they see as inferior from coming from lesser families.

Ginthiji is a vicious young boy who likes to bull his physical weight around and hurt those smaller than him. He although seems simple but is actually way smarter than he looks and gets the best grades of them all. He does get jealous when it appears someone gets better grades and will make their lives miserable. He will be vicious towards human members except for Maisey who he says is the exception and Ubel because he's only half human.

Athalia due to her family's long history with the Netherpits is loyal to Ubel to a fault and will not hesitate to say positive things about even though she is often abused and mistreated by him. She is very sensitive about her small size and tries to make up for it in other ways. She tends to be very sneaky and devious and is always plotting how to win thing sin Ubel's favor. She also likes listening in for juicy information that could help the group as well. She easily gets angry when Ubel is insulted and tries to get at the person who does which is often Meng's group.

Maisey seems like she is the nicest of the bunch but she also has a psychotic side that comes out when it comes to showing off her assassination skills. She takes great pride in her long lineage of assassins and will proudly proclaim it to people. She really jives with Meng due to the fact that they both come from assassin families. She has a hatred for Jia because of her closeness with Meng and will try to get rid of her to have Meng.

Smokey out of them all is the most humorous but it doesn't mean he isn't devious and malicious. He has a really nasty side that likes to make people think he's going to bomb things but then fakes them out. When he does it for real he does his real routine and blows people away who are too late to runaway. He likes causing destruction to his enemies and bringing nasty laughs while he is doing it. Background: They are Ubel's clique who follow him and his orders. They will do anything they say due to wanting his influence and because some of their families have connection to his. Ginthiji's family is a bunch of magically uplifted elephants who strike back against humanity in the name of protecting elephant kind. Athalia is from a family of imps that have served Ubel's family for generations and her parents are Ubel's mother's head minions. Maisey comes from the Hemlocks who area an assassin family based in New York and an excellent track record which is why they were often hired by the the Netherpit family a lot. Smokey Fawke comes from London, England where his family are criminals who use their bomb physiology to do criminal activity. They frequently buttheads with Meng's circle, while Maisey sports a crush on Meng and sees Lia as a rival for his affection.

* Ginthiji speaks Swahili and English.

* Ginthiji is a vegetarian due to being an elephant and loves peanut related stuff.

* Athalia and Maisey have known each other as long as Ubel.

* Smokey's family still lives in London and he visits on breaks. He has a Cockney accent and many other British mannerisms.

* Maisey has a love for New York style pizza.

* Ginthiji is often made to do Ubel's homework for him. He also is often tasked with carrying his stuff.

* Athalia usually is eager to get compliments from Ubel but due to how bratty he is that never comes.

* Athalia and Maisey are doormates.

* Ginthiji, Smokey, and Ubel are doormates as well.

Refresher on who is Ubel

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[slashingdisneypasta]

Hello! I recently retrieved some of your writings regarding Commander Lyle Rourke, and I believe these are between all the writings I stumbled upon till now the ones that most effectively and faithfully manage to recreate his devious psyche: how he sees others as means for his actions; being always and actively a manipulator who also carefully masks every uncomfortable detail of his personality or drops the façade the moment there's nothing to gain from that and there's no point to hide his true emotions and intentions anymore. The ones I found here on your blog were refreshing reads for my curious and hungry mind, in ever search for others artists' representations of this character's intense personality; aside from some excellent fics with him on Ao3, here on tumblr I didn't so frequently found the very same 'verve' that made me think 'gosh-- this is really Rourke. His manner of speech and the way he's described it's very plausible… he could have totally said that!

Thank you for these works of yours! It distubed and spooked me just perfectly in the right spots (and that was what I looked for).

Oh thank you!! ^^ 💛💛💛💛💛 I'm glad you clicked with my work ^^

[finniestoncrane]

Hello! I would love a rogue pairing, this is the sweetest thing.

I'm a non-binary neurodivergent demi/pan goblin with chronic pain, ADHD and The Big Sad (medical terminology). I love clever plots and sharp turns of phrase, devious tricks and intense loyalty. A bit of a chameleon in the bedroom, I like to fill a role that suits my partner, when I'm not busy being in the Ace Space.

Currently I am dad to two hellion cats (Cryptid and Azazel) and my free time around work and catcare is split between indie horror video games, drawing, and various crafts that keep my hands busy. I have "good hair" which I am prone to dyeing myself for a laugh, and can frequently be sighted emerging from my room to troll someone, then cackling madly and returning from whence I came. My two modes are choosing chaos or not wanting to move.

I once tripped over on the footpath and completely destroyed my knee for genuinely no reason. I consider this one of my crowning achievements along with that one post about giving the riddler a kitten.

Xx

🎀 No.9: Ever Fallen In Love With Someone 🎀

tell me a little bit about yourself and i'll give you a rogue pairing a/n: ok wait omg i don't write for him but that doesn't mean i can't pair and this was just SCREAMING his name to me omg 💚 1k milestone info! 🔞minors dni🔞 • kofi • tag: finnie1k

ok so first of all, the non-binary and pan combo, very VERY basil. definitely a he/they/she in order of preference, really fluid with his gender actually, but yeah pan for pan love all over

i think it's important for a partner to be able to understand you, and while obviously his chronic pain isn't similar to yours, he is in pain a lot, so there would be so much comfort and recognition there for you both

same with The Big Sad™, he's had his dreams shattered, his reality shattered, and his sense of self is tenuous at the most, so those feelings are shared

he's an actor, and he's naturally very witty, familiar with good writing, so clever plots are a given, and he'll be more than happy to offer you a little monologue if you're in the mood for entertainment

trickery, pleasant or otherwise, comes naturally to him. boy shapeshifts, it's just part of the parcel

but loyalty, to a partner specifically not necessarily to a studio or a director, would be important to him. someone to ground him, to keep him from losing more of himself, or from becoming too bigheaded should he ever achieve his dreams

this is the bit that got me, the chameleon in the bedroom. the adaptability? pure basil. he can do that too. so your love life will be *chef's kiss*

side note: excellent cat names, how wonderful ;-;

horror video games, his potential beloved. i feel like he's probably never delved into video games much, but he's a horror boy through and through, obviously, so especially indie games, where the plot and the atmosphere is more important than the graphics or often the gameplay, that would be really compelling and he'd get all sweet and soft if you wanted to show him your favourites

hey you can go into the bathroom and come out a different person by changing your hair colour! he can go into the bathroom and come out a different person... completely!

i have a tendency to... trivialise the brutality of the rogues, it's because i want to hold them all in my arms, but basil definitely is just a mischievous guy? like what else would he really be using his shapeshifting abilities for other than trolling and jokes and playing tricks and just being a little silly, goofy fella?

also he's a lump of clay. moveable, but still sloppy. so yeah, chaos or nothing? very him. hopefully you guys feel the same way at the same time though...

further side note: giving the riddler a cat? the best >:(

[zannolin]

I'm fully aware I could just look it up, but I kinda wanna hear your pitch: what's Beyonders about? Adding another book series to the to-read pile

okay im legally obligated to drop the simplified video version i made (should link to the correct timestamp) bc my ass spent way too long on it as a whole buuut.

so there's this kid named jason and he's the most Just Some Guy ever. likes baseball and animals. probaby is going to be a dentist someday bc his dad wants it. he gets hit in the head with a baseball and then swallowed by a hippo in that order but not immediately consecutively mind you and the hippo turns out to be a portal into another world (lyrian) where he promptly witnesses a band's group suicide and accidentally gets involved in a quest to bring down the evil wizard emperor, maldor. in lyrian he's called a beyonder bc he's from the beyond (which does not Just include earth but that's not important unless you want to read the other mull books, namely five kingdoms. i digress) and he meets another beyonder, rachel (homeschooler rep for the win) and they set off on this quest to get the magical way to defeat maldor together. there's a giant crab, but no more hippos. this book anyway. basically it's your typical kid falls into another world and ends up fighting the evil ruler to save said world story, except the worldbuilding is super fun and funky and all the magical races are SO cool (there's seed people who can live theoretically infinite lifetimes if you replant their seed that falls out when they die; there's dudes who can just take off their heads and put them back on and such; there's these guys that are just covered in plants? also?) and there's throat mold which will haunt me forever. you got such excellent places as: deadly swamp, deadly jungle, haunted sunken city within the deadly swamp, random library in the middle of the forest, a restaurant that spins in circles for little to no reason, and more!

in the second book it really starts to get into the magic of lyrian and you learn about the history and the interspecies dynamics and stuff. they start a proper rebellion and go on a quest for a prophecy and they blow a lot of things up which i fully support. the whole thing is this wonderful celebration of friendship and how kindness can save the world, and what heroism and sacrifice really mean, and if it's possible to change what others and maybe you see as your nature, and whether it's all worth it or not. in the end so many things happen simply because jason (and rachel) chose to be someone's friend and believe in them and oh my god it makes me want to sit down and cry sometimes. it's about the power found when you come together to make a difference and also the power just one person can have by choosing good. and it's also really heartening to read a story about characters who have absolutely no obligation to this world, to these people, who are still saying no i'm going to fight for you because it's worth it. because it's the right thing. i know a lot of stories have that but sometimes i just need it again y'know. fighting not because you must, but because you choose to.

also there's like excellent levels of snark and banter and jason does some of the most absurd things (like, besides being swallowed by a hippo) and it shouldn't work but it DOES. and lyrian is such a grim world for a middle grade series. maldor's seriously devious in very subtle, fun ways, like how he toys with his enemies and tempts them to his side to the point where people will fight him not to fight him, but only far enough to get an invitation to his pleasure palace where all the heroes go and give up fighting for luxury. i just really really love the worldbuilding which has gotta be Some kind of endorsement bc i'm literally a fantasy hater most of the time (shut up about lotr and narnia those don't count they're classic i hate Most fantasy okay) and i usually think it has too much worldbuilding. idk it's just great! it's great!!!! and it's not perfect and has weird bits and things that make me go eeehhh but at the end of the day. i love it. even when it murders like most of my favorite characters and made me cry a lot. like a lot.

ahem. that's beyonders. give or take several hundred pages.

[ahopkins1965]

Characteristics of the Mocospace Computer Hacker

The characteristics of the Mocospace Computer Hacker consist of a man or a group of men who are using women’s profiles as a disguise and literally get away with the crimes. This is an enterprise because the men or group of people work 24 hours per day. At first, they start off as a group of men who are starting a group conversation with the intended victim. How do they obtain the victim’s information is simple?

 

 

This is obtained through photographs and cell phone numbers that are left online by men who are looking for a good time with a decent woman. At least the victims themselves tend to be single men who are actively looking for a relationship with a younger woman.

The Mocospace Computer Hacker is a person who lies and waits like a snake. He in some cases, there are women who are using computers and laptops as well as I-phones to communicate with their victims.

 

 

At first, it starts off with a conversation from a female’s profile that is already hacked. Obviously, her information is illegally transferred into an account that the female is not aware of. This starts off by a cutting and pasting of the woman’s photo, particularly, if it is a sexy woman wearing their underwear or something provocative/stimulating.

The locations of these hackers as well as scammers are worldwide. Most of the scams usually take place overseas. Their locations are private as well as their profiles.

 

Whenever a man has a private profile, this means that he has something to hide. There is also a group of hackers who operate as a couple. This is mainly done overseas; particularly in the Continent of Africa. Western Africa to be exact has more MocoSpace Computer Hackers as well as hackers from other websites.

 

They usually start off by gaining information from the victim. This is a process of establishing rapport with the victim. To gain his or her trust is paramount for a computer hacker or scammer. The Mocospace Hacker is a very intelligent individual who has a lot of confidence about himself.

What his primary intentions are is to gain a lot of female friendships with women as much as he can. Then in some cases, there are men who are using a woman’s picture to obtain information from men. This happens quite a lot. There are a lot of men who have their pictures posted onto a female’s profile.

 

Please watch out for this because this means trouble for the victim. This hacker or men using the women’s pictures are operating in the same way as a computer hacker and scammer.

 

The Mocospace Computer Hacker usually leaves a trail behind himself. If a person who is intelligent and knows what is going on will know how to counter his moves. Women are primary targets especially younger women because the men look for sexy poses and looks.

 

The Mocospace Computer Hacker is a very computer savvy and excellent when it comes to using a computer. They also have their own set of equipment such as a satellite, computers, laptops, I-phones, and Smart-phones that they use on a daily basis. Most of their direct communications always go undetected.

They are located inside of warehouses, a private residence, and internet cafes worldwide. These hackers have their own private bank accounts and they use Western Union a whole lot especially when it comes to collecting money.

This money is received in Western Union Funds because most of your scammers and hackers are located overseas. The money itself is collected on a weekly to bi-weekly basis, based on whenever the victim gets paid.

 

 

 

 In some cases, there are couples who operate as scammers because they are likely to receive more money from men who are not aware of their devious schemes. The MocoSpace Computer Hacker is a person or a group of people who collect women’s photos and pictures on a daily basis. They also have a separate account that is cloned or duplicated.

 

They usually do not pick up their money from the bank. Most of their funds are collected on their cellular phones. They can make deposits and check on their bank accounts as well as online transactions through their smart phones.

If these hackers were inside of the United States, they would have been captured by now. However, most of the criminals are located in countries such as Africa, United Kingdom, India, Asia, Russia, Italy, Japan, and Canada.

 

They are located in countries that the United States officials cannot catch them. It is always best to check your accounts very carefully to make sure that no one did not tamper with your account.

[iamnicodemus]

AT LONG LAST, I'VE STARTED THIS SERIES

I'm mad that it's taken me this long, because I'm already sooo intrigued! Your prose is always so lovely, and the way you write Wednesday is excellent. Every time I read the dialogue you create for her, there's never a moment where I doubt that "yes, this is Wednesday Addams speaking" because it sounds like something she would say. Her thoughts sound like things she would certainly think.

I mean, look at this:

Wednesday had a clearer vision. She knew, from the moment her parents broke the news to her that there was someone out there who had a soul that complemented hers perfectly, that it was just another devious move of this universe. A trojan horse that presented itself as salvation only to torture you — for some people to the point of insanity. Because the world doesn’t give you anything on a silver platter and this was no different.

So really, if anything, Wednesday respected the boldness of the universe, to come up with something so enticing, so desirable yet so out of reach.

You excel at staying true to the character while putting Wednesday in these new and interesting contexts and developing her in them.

Also, soulmates?!! YES. I love that trope and I'm so fascinated to see more of how Wednesday of all people navigates it.

Also:

“It’s barely been six months, Enid.” Wednesday raised a pointed eyebrow, her features impassive as she held her roommate’s gaze — until she relented; “but I did notice the absence of your obnoxious music and incessant texting.”

I'm very fond of the ways Wednesday expresses her affection for Enid without expressly saying it, and I heard that in Jenna's voice perfectly.

It felt like touching the tip of a lit candle with your finger, barely there, so faint that someone less aware could miss it. But Wednesday would never. Right on the pulse point of her wrist, on top of the mark she was always trying to scratch out; it burned.

OH SHIT IT'S HAPPENING

So yeah, I'm excited to read through the rest of this. Also, I can already anticipate myself gushing over/reblogging each chapter individually. So, I hope you don't mind getting spammed with reblogs from me over the next few days or so, lol.

sweet calamity | ch 1

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Series Summary: It was something people described as the sweetest pain, the feeling of when the soul that's destined to find yours is closer to you. Wednesday saw it as a curse, promised herself she would hate whoever was chosen for her; but it's easier said than done.

A/N: And so the soulmate au begins (I'm a sucker for those and we all know it), anyways, I know this first part is small, but think of it as a prologue of sorts. I also can't promise that updates are gonna be super fast, because I'm kinda figuring things out as I go :') so please, let me know what you think, and especially let me know if there's anything in particular that you'd like to see happening in this series.

Masterlist

There were bumps in the road; small holes and cracks on the tree-surrounded path that lead to Nevermore. It became a familiar one, given the number of times Wednesday has already passed through it.

Today was the first day of the new semester, the return of boring normalcy after Crackstone's defeat.

Wednesday's dark eyes looked out the window, counting the trees as they went by, shadowed by the cloudy day. Her thumb was pressing over the inside of her right wrist, sometimes scratching the skin there in disdain for the faint birthmark she was cursed with.

Many people — most of them — saw the existence of soulmates as something good, the world's compensation for its cruelty with humanity; they see it as a reason to look forward to the next day, a reason to believe in a happier future.

Wednesday had a clearer vision. She knew, from the moment her parents broke the news to her that there was someone out there who had a soul that complemented hers perfectly, that it was just another devious move of this universe. A trojan horse that presented itself as salvation only to torture you — for some people to the point of insanity. Because the world doesn't give you anything on a silver platter and this was no different.

The thing about soulmates, is that each one of the pair is born with an identical mark on their skin; a mark that aches the closer you get to your soulmate, resembling the burn of a lighter on a bare finger. However, once you touch the other person for the first time, that ache is gone, never to happen again.

You could be on a train, walking a busy street, or watching a concert in the middle of a raging crowd and simply bump into the one who bears the other half of you; only to never cross paths with each other again.

So really, if anything, Wednesday respected the boldness of the universe, to come up with something so enticing, so desirable yet so out of reach.

She heard stories of people who felt the burning ache, ever present as they chased it more and more, and then suddenly… nothingness. The realization slowly sinking in as they looked frantically from one side to another and watched the people walk by, along with their chance at a happy ending.

Over time, the number of people who found their soulmate started slowly decreasing. If you did, you could be considered one of the lucky ones.

Wednesday considered herself lucky that she hasn't ever felt what others described as the sweetest pain.

The Addams girl stepped out of her car, backpack in one hand and a small suitcase in the other as Lurch unloaded the rest of her belongings. Nevermore stood in front of her in all its glory; the grey stone walls high and partly covered by climbing plants as the trees around it changed their leaves to vivid yellows and oranges.

Many students were arriving and walking through the gates, chatting animatedly and making Wednesday scrunch her nose at the unsettling noise. She spared her peers no glances, unwilling to indulge them in pleasantries and gossip about the time spent away.

It was strange how some of them still glanced at Wednesday from the corner of their eyes, whispering in each other's ears as she walked right past them, as if she wouldn't notice. She sometimes caught on to some of the words;

She's that girl who killed the evil pilgrim. That's Wednesday Addams, she saved the school last year.

The attention was not something Wednesday enjoyed, it only gave people more opportunities to disturb her peace.

As she walked through the main doors of the entrance hall, she heard it; excited steps approaching without abandon until her body was engulfed in a sea of blonde and pink.

"Enid," Wednesday said her name as a warning, though if you squint, you could say she half returned the hug.

The werewolf pulled back with a smile that Wednesday could only describe as bruising. "Hi roomie," Enid greeted, her joy dripping from her words, "it's been so long I even started missing your gloominess."

"It's barely been six months, Enid." Wednesday raised a pointed eyebrow, her features impassive as she held her roommate's gaze — until she relented; "but I did notice the absence of your obnoxious music and incessant texting."

It got Enid grinning, and with a skip on her step, she followed suit by Wednesday's side as they both walked up the stairs that led to the quad, "felt like six years to me, I didn't think I would but I actually missed school, staying home with my brothers could be considered torture."

"You can always torture them back, the possibilities are endless," Wednesday suggested.

Most students were gathering on the quad in order to hear principal Weems' speech for the beginning of the semester, including the newcomers. All tables were already filled with outcasts, some of them even sat on the ground due to the lack of space.

Wednesday huffed as she looked around, annoyed with the commotion she was forced upon; she spotted Xavier, sitting against a stone pillar with his head buried in his sketchbook; Bianca, who sat cross-legged on top of one of the tables, chatting with the other sirens; and Eugene, who was slowly walking on the opposite side of the quad, he gestured animatedly as he talked with a girl Wednesday had never seen here before, most likely giving her the Nevermore welcoming tour.

"There are even more people than before," Wednesday commented.

"I heard that a few new students transferred this year," Enid spoke after following Wednesday's gaze, "Nevermore has become quite popular…"

But the werewolf's voice faded slowly, becoming background noise to Wednesday's ears. Her dark eyes, usually sharp and attentive, lost their focus. Her burgundy-painted lips parted with breaths that came too shallow; because all of a sudden, Wednesday could only focus on one thing.

It felt like touching the tip of a lit candle with your finger, barely there, so faint that someone less aware could miss it. But Wednesday would never. Right on the pulse point of her wrist, on top of the mark she was always trying to scratch out; it burned.

The hand Wednesday had around the leather strap of her backpack tightened its hold until her knuckles turned white. She hasn't blinked since Enid started talking and she could feel the back of her eyes stinging, but her body was stuck in time. Stuck in a moment that shouldn't exist.

Only when the feeling faded, did Wednesday let out the puff of air she'd been holding. She didn't turn her head, but her gaze skimmed over the quad against her own volition, finding Xavier and Bianca and… Eugene was gone but who cares, Wednesday's so-called other half had just been close enough for her to feel them.

For a second she could feel strings pulling at her heart, willing it to match someone else's beat; her skin got littered with goosebumps and she hated every second of it. Hated whoever it was that was inciting it upon her.

It was sadistically ironic, really, that the only person who loathes the idea of having a soulmate, will most likely be studying with them.

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[isaacathom]

ds9 time, s2e8 and s2e9

hellO? Hello! madame? madame! oh mon dieu. introduced staring dramatically out the window as the thunder rolls, simply sublime, madame. it a good outfit also. oh shes a queen. oh i love her. shes got such Verve. oh shes excellent. im like 80% sure she dies based on my memory of the wikipedia summary for this episode (versus the netflix summary) but man. shes great. shes got charisma. i know thats not the point here but nevertheless.

i like that this season they seem to be expanding who gets to be the log character. like its uuuusually sisko but there was one that started with Bashir, and this one starts with Odo. Im a fan of that.

oh thats a good fucking opening sequence. going from odos utterly exasperated log to quark and rom being devious. yes!

oh that mans about to be fucking murdered again for real. oh like for real for real straight murdered his ass okay.

excuse me bashir how the fuck did you just pronounce the word 'trauma'. trama???? sir?

i mean yeah you should accuse rom until rom sees fit to explain shit, but its very funny that sisko chooses to describe rom as a 'family friend'. thats kinda sweet. when are the boys gonna go on a roadtrip (later in the season yes i know)

YO THE CHANGE TO A FLASHBACK WITH LIGHTING CHANGES YEEAAAAH

GUL DUKAT?

Oh this is fascinating. oh this fucks.

KIRA NERYS????????????????????????????????

"i better get back to my bar" "🙄 hes not dead yet rom" god odo is so fucking good

"it wouldn't have mattered to the cardassians" "it mattered to me" ooooooh my god

oh here we go heres the bit where odo trips ass backwards into something, love you man but my god you have improved as an investigator with time

got his ass kira

god shes so hot (is this about kira or mrs vaatrik? yes)

god her OUTFIT. her VIBE. impeccable. exceptional.

the way she acts out her little emotional shifts, the way she acts when the door closes, augh! its so good. like idk what the fuck shes doing but shes doing great.

im just engaged honestly this rules

i love that it leads you to believe for a bit that kira killed vaatrik, then one two weeoo.

rom going from :D im a hero to D: i saved my brothers life, on god, comedy

OH SHES GOING FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH. THE OUTFIT. THE FIT!!! THE FIT MADAME I ADORE YOU

'youll never be able to prove i killed my husband because i didn't' 'i know' oh SUBLIME

oh so there was the misdirect that kira was doing something unrelated but no, no she was involved?? OHHHH THATS CLEVER. she knew what happened on lvl 21 because she was INVOLVED but not the one DOING it, oh thats clever man i like that.

god thats actually really goo- oh no theres the ground upon which a romance will be built. oh man. at least the two are very compelling so this is fine.

odos genuine look like.... sadness? when kira says that he was worried telling the truth would affect their friendship? lads. oh yeah. like that scene is DEFINITELY serving as a ground floor to build a relationship on later, i know this already, but fuck thats dramatic. god. exceptional shit. mwah.

man that episode fucks! that episode was so good! genuinely really like it. the misdirect with the wife, the misdirect with kira, its EXCEPTIONAL stuff.

okay im in the mood, lets pop in another.

oh this scene is cute. its just really sweet. ive been missing jake a little as like, an opportunity to see soft sisko. very nice.

i dont remember how this episode was synops- nevermind i remember how this episode was synopsised on wikipedia, hello madame. oh shes also get an exceptional look. these last two eps theyve taken their two guest female leads and put them in some LOOKS.

Fenna is a recurring character, isnt she. im POSITIVE i saw that name in multiple synopsis. or maybe that was unrelated. its taking a lot of self control not to go check.

uhoh lads we got an alien situation on hand, not unusual given the circumstances but an unusual situation in specific, we're hallucinating hot women on the promenade.

ohh this is the star one, okay, there are many eps with similar synopsis (i was pulling up a transcript for reasons)

its always funny and a little heartbreaking when the way character A realises somethings up with character B because theyre too upbeat and cheerful. like yes, very funny that Kira immediately id's thats smths up because hes friendly b4 his morning coffee but also :( ykwim

eugh. flashing. nasty.

see my thing is im sitting here going, wasnt reigniting a dead star a plot in a tng ep? or, maybe that was trying to save a DYING star. there was some dead or dying star involved. i believe it exploded? there are possibly a couple come to think of it. there was definitely one of a similar thrust though i think.

"i never fail. well, i did once. but i found it didnt agree with me, so i swore never to do it again and i never break my word" this guy rules

this guy. feels familiar. do i know you sir. im gonna find out. he is not anyone i know, nevermind, hes just got one of those faces.

Heterosexuals™️. like listen i think shes attractive also but this went from 0 to like 75 very quickly. okay i read the summary this is very very heterosexuals.

cringe.

okay the little bit with him and dax? cute. they do have a good dynamic. that was cute.

obrien in the background of this like "? i feel like everyones in on a joke im missing. what the fuck." and thats frankly a mood.

oh she still has a nice outf- ohh i see. okay so we're operating on an extremely basic visual level here - Fenna wears vibrant colours and clothes that are more revealing, less restrictive (no sleeves, whatever the boob window situation is), Nidell wears muted colours that are fully covering, Okay, Okay, boring zzz. like i get it. i know what theyre Doing. i just think that its a kinda boring way of doing it. does that make sense? maybe i just think so because if i was free to dress how i liked, using psychic projection, id be dressed like an edwardian dandy or smth, like my most uninhibited self isnt just me with my tits out. but when the character will be present for a single episode (?) you cant really get too deep in the weeds, you need to operate on the more basic level of it.

my feeling is this episode kinda sucks but there are little good bits. Quark offering sisko a drink was good, honestly. like theres good like character dynamic bits. in fact id say that the dynamic the regular cast is having with sisko is the strongest part of the episode, which is bas considering the main POINT is the relationship between him and Fenna.

benjamin kisses her, she disappears into energy, he immediately facepalms and groans, sir youve been fucking supernaturally romanced my good man

okay so this guy does suck but his delivery on 'dont ask me why [she loves me]... but she does' kinda hits. theres a bit of genuine emotion buried under his bravado and facade.

"theres nothing i can do" was bashir not available this episode aside from the dinner scene- oh i guess you are currently isolated in space, nevermind.

heterosexuals™️

yeah that episode kinda sucks, sorry lmao.

[montysstuffs]

Anything you can do, I can do better

Nick X M!Reader! 💕💕

Requested: HI YOUR HCS ABT NICK LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING ON MY KNEES?? can i perhaps get nick and a male(or just fem if ur uncomfy) reader who's just huge rivals with nick, always acting like a dick who teases the fuck out of him. but one day nick calls him something devious while teasing him back like "pretty boy" and reader is like ?!?!?!,!,!,!!,,@+?? REALLY FLUSTERED AND SUDDENLY THEIR WHOLE DEMEANOR DROPS, LEAVING THEM AWKWARD AND STAMMERIJG MESS. nick ABSOLUTELY takes advantage of this. nsfw preferred BUT BUT BUT ITS OKAY IF NOT. drooling begging crying Warnings: Oral (m receiving of course), name calling (slut, baby boy, baby), a bit of degrading, dacryphilia, orgasm denial. NICK IS KINDA MEAN IN THIS ONE! Summary: Nick is an insecure because you stole his friends. Word Count: 1.9k AN: AU where there aren’t any werewolves. Only for plot purposes of course. This is a bit of a long one. I do hope you like it. I love rivals to lovers but it’s my first time writing it. I was literally so excited! I hope you like it! I was kinda dipping my toe in this one, if you would like it more smutty, I will TOTALLY WRITE A CONTINUATION!!!! 💕 also, srry about the shit quality gif 😫😫 if there are a few mistakes, I also apologize about that!!!

There’s was a pride that swelled in you that was only brought upon by beating your rival. Anything he could do, you could do better. And you’ve proved it time and time again. If Nick excelled in academics, guess who wasn’t very far behind. Better yet, always on par with him. Even outshined. Of course it was you. Not that there was any competition. To you, at least, it wasn’t. You just couldn’t help it. You were just naturally better. All of the petty little things started to take a toll on Nick.

But Hackett’s Quarry was his escape. No one knew him there. No one to compare himself to, and no expectations. Just good ole summer fun with kids and maybe some new friends.

Unpacking was sure as hell a pain in the ass. And so was the car ride to the campsite. It felt great to just get out and stretch your arms and legs. You hadn’t even gotten comfortable on the bed yet when you overhear a familiar voice outside the door. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have the cabin to myself. Though I’m pretty sure we’ve met all of the other counselor-“ his thought was cut short when he opened the door. His smile faltered a bit before entering the cabin with Jacob. “Of course,” Nick threw with bag onto his bed on the other side of the room. Leaving with nothing more to say.

Jacob could’ve sworn he was exaggerating. They way you flittered about with the children was amazing. Showing them the natural flora and fauna of the surrounding are came with ease. Definitely a plus if there was anything poisonous. This was strike one. You were out making a place with his newfound friends while he was stuck in a godforsaken, hot as hell kitchen.

You were helping out everywhere you could. Patching up children in the nurses station with Kaitlin. Doing damage control after a spooky campfire story with Dylan and Ryan. Nothing less than a saint. Unbeknownst to them, you were teasing Nick after each and every praise. “Oh god, thank you! What would be do without you, (y/n)?” You threw a smile at Nick over their shoulder. To them it was a sweet one, but Nick knew all too well, “oh, I’m not sure. Why don’t we ask Nick?”

Strike two was settling into his bones. Resting there and making him weary. Not dreadfully weary, but weary that he’d do something unorthodox. But not now. He still had his patience in tact. And you knew that.

When the last bus of kids left, you took a sigh of relief. Those kids were very cute, but you could go the rest of the year without them. So when Dylan suggested a bonfire party, you agreed the notion. One last hurrah before going back to the city.

Jacob and Emma return with a gun, to kaitlyn’s displeasure, but he made a point to announce their true prize. Jacob clears his throat ceremoniously before stating, “We bring you a hand-picked selection of only the finest that Hackett’s Quarry has to offer….”

Nick grabs the bag in astonishment before they simultaneously burst into song.

“Pop pop, peanut butter butter pops! Pop pop, pop ‘em in your mouth! Pop!”

You stand there with a handful of firewood. Eyes seemingly wandering over Nick as he dancing is excitement. His large, veiny hands gripping the bag of pops made you wonder what they felt like around your hips. How

“What absolute dorks,” Abigail breaks your train of thought. You chuckle at the comment and nod in agreement, “for sure. Maybe just a bit too happy.” Abi quirked an eyebrow in your direction, “you wanna have a go at getting the peanut butter what’s-it’s too?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

Once Jacob, Nick, and kaitlyn all had their turns. You ask for a turn, to which kaitlyn doesnt turn down. Nick, in turn, gives you a dirty look.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shooting my shot,” you throw a wink at the boy.

“Smooth,” Ryan interjects for the first time, pretty much all night.

You bow to your left and right, “thank you. thank you. I’m here all night.”

And before the night was over, you had taken out every single shot without breaking a sweat. Securing your place as champion, once again.

“Looks like those peanut butter whatever’s are mine.”

“You only want them, because I do”

“That’s not true,” giving him those puppy dog eyes you so meticulously learned throughout your entire life.

“You think you can just waltz right into here, steal my friends with those doe eyes, pretty boy?”

The guilt began to set it. This wasn’t fun anymore. But it was too late. Far too late. Nick was unleashing every thought he had ever had about you and you couldn’t handle it, “-and ya know what? I should’ve fucked that pretty little mouth the day I saw it. I knew you were gonna haunt me.”

“W-what?”

Hearing your voice crack and your words skip, he smirks. Seizing his moment to get you exactly where he wants. “Are you stalking me, gorgeous? I can’t stop thinkin about you,” before you know it, he has successfully backed you into the side of a tree. “You’re even in my fucking dreams.”

And he was in yours. But you’d never admit to that. “It’s simple,” you swallow thickly, “anything you can do, I can do better. And you can’t handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There it was again, that signature smirk that would make anyone swoon. The one that made your jeans tighten ever so slightly.

“Then prove it.”

“Haven’t I don’t that our entire life?”

Strike three. No holding back.

“Mmmm there’s that mouth again. How about you put it to actual good use.”

His lips are inching closer to yours. So close, you can smell subtle pine mixed with the sweat being outside all day. That same hand you were thinking about slowly moving closer to your neck. Once his fingers were wound, that was it. “Kiss me,” was all the permission you needed. The kiss was hungry yet fulfilling. Both of you sighing and humming into the kiss in content, but it wasn’t enough. A grin escapes his lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. Gently pulling at the auburn locks. But this is a game for two. He places his thigh between your legs. Earning a small whimper from you as he grinds his leg up your clothed erection.

Nick placed open-mouth kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There, he makes his mark. His claim on you. You let out a louder moan, unable to hold back the result of the ecstasy you’ve been chasing after unintentionally. He sunk his canines into the supple flesh of your neck. Making sure to place a soothing lick there after he was satisfied with it. You were bound to him now. Your fingernails clawing at the bark of the sturdy tree. He makes quick work of your tshirt. The cold air with biting at your nipples. Making them stand at attention. Nick was exposing more of the soft, sweet body he had sought after. He laughs to himself, making you cover your body. Tucking your hands away into the opposite arm pit. “No baby, don’t hide from me. Not like I hadn’t seen it before.” Nick began pressing kisses along your chest. Making sure to nip at the skin here and there. Staking his claim over and over. He kisses lower and lower. Your body was already overheating. You weren’t sure you could take more of the embarrassment. “But this is different.” Before you could say more, he was already up and towering over you, once again. His face mere inches from yours once again.

He hisses in a low, hushed tone, “Should’ve thought about that before being rude to me. Now, on your knees, baby boy. Make me proud.” His hair hung low in his eyes now. His hooded, lust filled eyes. The same ones that held such a hatred for you all those years, were now on you in such an intimate way.

Every fiber of your being was telling you to fight back. Say a smart-ass comment. Do something. All to be ignored by your body. Sitting on your bare knees in the middle of the woods with your crush. Waiting to do anything he asks of you.

“Such an obedient slut.”

It was getting darker. The worry easing from you, realizing that no one could see you. The clinking of a belt ripped you out of your thoughts. There stood Nick in all his glory. His pants around his ankles and his shirt in between his teeth. Not like you haven’t seen him before either. But again, this time it was different. His thick cock slapped against his lower stomach. Leaving a splotch of sticky liquid there. The scene was almost too much for you. Not that you hadn’t imagined his cock. I’m fact, it was better than imagined. But where did all your courage go?

“No no, don’t look away, baby.”

His thumb and index finger cradle your chin. Forcing you to look up at him. “Open,” was the only command that he needed to utter to his pretty baby. He could now see the charm in those doe eyes. He gets why everyone fall for them, as he slips the tip of his cock past your plush lips. The salty liquid making your tongue and cheeks salivate. Nick humming in approval. Your body can’t deny what it wants. “That’s it baby. You can take it can’t you? A cock hungry slut like you can take me all the way can’t you?” You hollow your cheeks in response, bobbing ever so slightly. The insults sending what felt like electric shocks throughout your body. Never had you wanted to remove an article of clothing so bad before right now. He noticed your ever growing bulge and smirks. “You like that, slut? Like being degraded? Look at you, pathetically on your knees. Tell daddy his cock tastes good.”

A heat touches your cheeks in shame. Pulling away, you hiss back. “Is that the only word you know? I thought you were dumb, but the least you could do is give a decent insult.”

He was cracking that exterior. He could feel it. Before tonight was over, you would be all him. “You don’t mean that, baby. I know what you really mean,” he taps his cock on your lips. Your mouth slightly opening to give him your tongue, stubbornly. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘fuck my face daddy Nick’ right? I’ll happily oblige.” Your eyes widen in shock as he pushes your head down onto his shaft. Instinctively, you stroke whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. It isn’t too long until he is bucking his hips into your mouth. Letting out long streams of “shit” and “fuck” until tears fell down your cheeks. Eye contact never breaking between the two of you. A pang one his heart told him to ask were you okay. Until he saw the wet spot on your shorts. Attempting to run your thighs together for friction.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you cum.

You mouth apologies around his cock. Desperate for your own release. Not being able to get friction anywhere.

“Good good. Say ‘I’m sorry daddy.’” Nick mocked you once more and you obeyed.

Nick gave one final thrust into your mouth before spilling his cum. Coating your throat in his sticky release. Once he was spent, he smirked to himself. Pulling out of your mouth with a small ‘pop.’

“I-I didn’t get to cum, yet.”

“I lied. I don’t reward bad behavior, crybaby. Maybe next time I’ll let you cum, if you’re a good boy.”

TBC? 👀👀👀

[catharsis-in-a-bottle]

very brief character thoughts: harrow the ninth

maybe i’ll do an in-depth analysis later, but for now, take these scraggly sentences please and thank you okay here i go:

Harrowhark Nonagesimus - please go 2 therapy. my child i love you and i want you to not flinch away from affection. also i want your gender. also please don’t make soup. also kids don’t give yourself a homemade lobotomy without an expert

Ianthe Tridentarius - devious little raccoon. bitchy but in a good way but in a bad way. she is so pretty and will also claw your eyes out. also sided with john mf gaius in the end, like honey no, decision-making not on point

John Gaius - i’m sorry i still kinda love him even after everything he did. he’s just so nice and also bisexual and he hugs people and says ‘for fuck’s sake’ but also probably genocide, and lying a shit ton?? but he made a dad joke - sorry not my fault i get attached to mentor characters (yes it is but ok.) i just - very mixed feelings bc he is literally enacting colonialism and for what, john, for what, you polite-ass tea-drinking hug-giving lying cool-eyed bastard

Augustine - Very British Man. tall and old and very cool and i like him a lot a lot. really came up with the solution of going down on god just to cause a distraction for an assassination. mad respect sir. another mentor character i am attached to

Mercymorn - didn’t like her at first and now i would die for her. powerful and petty. gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, go down on god. also she can just touch people and see their whole anatomical layout and shit like,,, mad respect ma’am

Ortus/G1deon - i mean my first impression of him was as harrow’s attempted assassin so. he turned very chill in the end. he is a very good fighter, so mad respect. and pyrrha dve is excellent good sir, maybe just stop having affairs with people so i can actually comprehend the ending of this book

Ortus Nigenad - literally saves the day with poetry. big and sad. iconic, in a sad way. sad. melancholy. contains bursts of snark that truly add spice. also needs to go to therapy. really all the ninth house bitches do

Abigail + Magnus - such excellent mom and dad energy. abigail is iconic and so smart and very much college professor energy. magnus is so nice and is a people pleaser and we love to see it. they are a power couple and also have an amazing bond and i would thanergetically combust for them. they’re harrow’s parents now bye

Camilla + Palamedes - iconic as always. camilla is a stoic queen. sexpal is smart boi. they are the best duo. also kudos to palamedes for straight up attaching his soul to his skull. also kudos to camilla for being the most baddest assest person.

Wake Me Up Inside - did not like her but that was the point. gideon’s edgy mom. gideon’s mother whom gideon definitely inherited swearing like a sailor from (but john does that sometimes too so.) very cool. also dead and in cytherea’s body which was very intriguing.

Gideon Nav - last but not least. the queen. the legend. the meme god. literally a child of god. like. come on. just the most iconic fucking person. hi not fucking dead, i’m dad. please. gideon is just the absolute best there is nothing else to it. there is a lot more to it actually, and she also needs therapy, but she has the humor coping mechanism to work with at least so like. also trapped in harrow’s body which is kinda weird but ok she’s rolling with it

- so yeah alecto the ninth needs to be in my grubby little hands soon so i can spew even more tumblr posts about it. farewell