I’ve never read ACOTAR, but one thing I feel like The Cruel Prince does do well is showing fae’s simultaneous distain and fascination for humans. Like in that book you always get the vibe that humans are looked down upon for their mortality but also slightly envied?? Idk I could be looking into it too much, but I do think TCP structures it’s fae society in an interesting way. However, it’s not very mysterious and lacks a lot of fae folklore.
But I second what the other anon said, I love how your works lean into the uncanny/otherworldly nature of fae. Honestly so much more refreshing than the stereotypical “monster boyfriend” trope
Interesting! I'm getting back into fantasy more lately, so, maybe I will end up checking these out just to gauge what I think, hah.
Also thank you! I love otherworldly creatures so I'm glad they come across as uncanny.
I mean I do love monster boyfriends that are just like... uwu... monster boyfriends. But I love a good genuine monstrosity, too!
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"Sit. Stay. Down. That's right, good pup. Now, play dead." You laugh and lay back with your eyes closed. Thinking it's a joke. The way you sprawl out under me makes my cock twitch.
There's a long pause, longer than any other. It's an off key, absent kind of sound.
Lifting your head up a bit, only to be pressed back down firmly into position. "Down. Stay-" You try to peek an eye open but my hand doesn't alleviate from your face. "I said: Stay."
You keep your eyes shut, confusion trickling like cold water down your spine. My breathing turns heavier as I run my hands down your body, "that's it. Good. Stay just like that- you're doing so good."
You freeze. Not moving a muscle as I pry your limp legs apart. Looking up from your pretty little cunt to your slack face, eerily still–you almost look like you're sleeping. Almost– and back down.
I'm bottoming out inside you before I can process the vapid desperate motion. Barely enough thought to pull your panties around your ankles. Holding you down by your head as I growl and quiet you. "shhh, that's right. Don't make a sound. Play dead. playdeadplaydeadplaydead, pup. Fuck- dead things don't whimper. They don't react, shush now."
While I violate you, I feel the dead weight of forcibly relaxed muscles clench and grip my thick cock. The tension and discomfort in you palpable. But your little head is spinning, it feels so good. You have to be a good doggy while you lie there and just take it. Doing exactly as your told. Each thrust jostling you, and you can't even scream. You can't move. You're dead. You're dead and I'm using your holes to jerk off.
A sick twisting in your guts tells you that you're going to cum from being used like snuffbait.
I tell you that too.
Right before I fill you up and clamp a hand over your mouth so you can't breathe and ruin the immersion of the moment for me. I want you to play dead a little longer.
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okay here we go!!! first of the season with Sailfin!
It's common along the southern coastlines to see deathclaws whose vertebrae have developed into broad fans. These are flush with blood vessels for absorbing the sun's heat.
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i HATW it, but ig someone’s gotta get me off my high horse once in a while
“Cuando tengo que admitir a mis propios errores para aprender y crecer:”
Odio estar en lo incorrecto pero alguien tiene q ponerme en lo correcto de vez en cuando 🙄 (broma)
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no eddie really is a boob guy. like he loves ur tits so much. he says they’re his best friends and he talks to them all the time and you’ve learned to just ignore him as he has “girl talk with his girls” (as he refers).
the first time he saw your tits, you were straddling him on your couch and he went blank for a moment as his fingers dug into your hips before smoothing up your sides to grasp at your chest, squeezing the warm flesh and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “oh…oh yeah…we’re gonna be really good friends.” at the time, you didn’t know he was actually talking to your tits and not you.
when he’s had a long day he drapes himself over you and mumbles into your shirt covered chest, “can i talk to the girls? i miss them.” and when u nod and he wiggles his way under your shirt, you nearly roll your eyes at his dramatic sigh. “hi babies, did you miss me? i missed you. you look great today, i’m loving this color on you.”
you smile to yourself as you listen to him go back and forth with himself. “what’s that? god, i know, you must hate being in this restricting cage, one moment i’ll talk to her.”
his head pops up from under your shirt and your eyebrows raise in indication that you’re listening. “they want out the bra babe. said they’re feeling claustrophobic in there.” “did they?” “mhm.” “mm, well tell them i apologize, they can come out.”
he winks and then he’s gone again. “good news girls, you’re free!”
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