#lemony lemon

[skellymom]

Hot and evil!😜

Hunted

Imp! Hunter x Rebel f!Reader

Warnings: Soooo much smut. Dirty smut. Very, very much smut. Minors I will yeet you into the ocean if you interact. Pred/prey kink, dom!Hunter, unprotected PiV (wrap it irl), sex pollen, oral sex, sex in the forest, orgasm denial, teasing, chasing, bondage and gagging, porn with little to no plot LMK if I need to add anything else

Summary: Hunter's chip activated, and he works for the Empire. Reader is a rebel who had to gather some information. You can figure out the rest.

Authors Note: So, we may or may not have had a very horny discussion in a certain Discord server, that led to the creation of this.... And the main reason for me writing this may or may not be @wolveria Please remember to hydrate, it's a lot

Also, if you like this, please like and comment and maybe even reblog, it means a lot to me, okay, thanks, bye 🥺👉👈

Oh shoot. Shoot, shoot, shit, kriff, kark, fuck, karabast, dank freaking farrik. You did everything right, so how in twelve hells did you trigger that alarm?

As soon as the alarm sounded, you shot the door panel to keep it from opening. That would buy you some time. Under no circumstances could you get caught. You had to get this information to the rebel alliance, lives depended on it. There had to be a way for you to get out of there. Another door, a window, or a... Bingo!

You had just managed to close the vent, when the imperial troopers had blasted the door open. A part of you wanted to stay and watch the confused men look around for you, but the longer you stayed, the higher the risk of you getting caught. Instead, you began worming your way through the rather small space, hoping to find some way of getting out.

"They're gone!" you could hear being yelled from the room, you had just escaped.

"They couldn't have gone far. Get the Hunter!" Get the what? Nevermind, no time to find out.

Faintly, you could hear the sound of nature traveling with the air through the vents, and knew that had to be the way out.

Turns out, there really is light at the end of the tunnel. And a lot of fresh, foresty air. And a huge drop to your certain death, if you were not careful. Luckily, you had the right tools for this in your utility belt, so you could climb down to the ground safely. Man, you really thought of everything, didn't you?

Though, you didn't have much time to pat yourself on the shoulder, as the sound of heavy boots and shouting was already closing in on you.

On one hand, heading towards your ship would be a good idea so you could get as far from the imperials as possible. On the other hand, there was files on that ship that the Empire just could not get their hands on. And if you got caught heading towards the ship? Game over. Your ship was well hidden. It was in an underground cave, about half a rotations walk away from the base and had enough of the worlds flora covering it, so that it wouldn't show up on any scans. You made sure of that, when you landed.

Your best odds was probably to find some place in the forest to hide. Probably somewhere with a lot of flowers or moss or something like that to hide your scent, just in case. Then you could find your way back to your ship, when things had calmed down a bit.

At least, that was when you were gonna say, when someone asked why you ran in the exact opposite direction from your ship. You definitely didn't do it because of the adrenaline taking over your body and the pure panic of being caught.

The forest was thick. In some ways, that was more than ideal for your escape, since chasing you would be harder. In other ways, you would scratch yourself on several branches and you could barely even see where you were going.

As you were getting further into the forest, further away from the sound of soldiers and further away from the rays of sunshine, you stumbled into a ditch. Great. At least you landed in a flowerbed, of sorts. The pollen from the flowers began to glow from the impact, which was the last thing you needed. You couldn't try to hide from the empire, while glowing like a neon sign hanging in a dark alley.

You looked desperately around. There had to be some kinda river or anything of that sort, that you could use to wash this pollen off of you. And maybe even cool you down a bit. It had gotten oddly hot, all of sudden.

Desperately, you reached for your water canteen. The sudden change in temperature hadn't only made you sweat. You were thirsty. Frantically, you let the remainder of the canteens content not only fall into your mouth, but drizzle down your body in the hopes that it would cool you down. It did, but only temporarely.

The empty container hit the ground, as you began walking again. You knew that you needed to run, but you just couldn't. You were feeling so weak, so feverish, so thirsty -

Before you knew of it, you were pinned to the ground by a man in black armor.

"Thought you could escape the Empire, rebel scum?" The modified voice taunted behind a helmet.

Kriff, what was happening to you? You were squirming beneathe this stranger, gasping for air and you weren't entirely sure if it was in an attempt to escape.

"You know, you almost managed to get away." He continued, his hand caressing your cheek and you had to cover your moan with a struggling grunt instead. "But then you had to go and do something stupid like this."

You finally managed to wiggle one of your hands free from his grasp, and you reached up in a pathetic attempt to punch his face. Your muscles felt like jelly, and though you couldn't get enough momentum to do any actual damage, you did manage to tilt his helmet off of him and dammit, he was hot.

The soldier had loose locks hanging down the frame of his face, with only a bandana to keep them from falling into his eyes. The entire left half was tattooed like a skull and his lips looked so soft and kissable. His eyes though, his eyes were filled with lust as they found their way back to yours. This time, you couldn't cover the moan that escaped your lips.

"Those flowers you landed in?" He grabbed the wrist you had managed to free and with jusy one hand, he pinned your wrist over your head - an action that made your back arch. "They're poisonous to humans. But not only can they kill you - they also happen to make you very, very horny."

The soldier brought his free hand up towards his mouth and with the help of his teeth, he liberated the hand from it's glove. Your walls clenched around nothing at the look of this and somehow, he looked like he noticed - but that was impossible, right?

His hand found it's way down the rim of your pants, a motion that made you writhe with anticipation. His fingers barely even made contact with your sex, before your toes started curling and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from begging him to take you.

Seemingly satisfied with your reaction, he pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as he spoke his next words. "And it was the oh so sweet aroma of your arousal that gave you away." He paused to take in a deep sniff. "If only you knew what it did to me. I should just take the files and leave you to die, but," At last, after what seemed like forever of his fingers teasing around any other place but where you needed them, he finally pushed two digits inside of you with ease. "You look so delicious like this, all helpless and desperate, allowing your enemy, to finger-fuck you in the middle of the forest. How could I let this option go?"

You could barely even comprehend what was said to you. The way he managed to just exactly avoid the spots you needed him to hit was torturous. You did accomplish to make out some of the things being said, though. "Yo-hng-you're the hunter?" you strained yourself to ask.

"Not 'the' Hunter, mesh'la. Just Hunter. You've heard of me?" he had moved down towards your neck, letting his lips ghost over the sensitive skin, while he inhaled in your scent.

"Nnno - THERE!" He finally hit the spot, he had so purposely been avoiding. "Right there, please!" you begged, all the dignity you had left going out the window.

Hunter chuckled deeply, the sound going straight to your arousal. He had added a third finger by now, and was rapidly moving them in the most incredible way. His thumb was rubbing circles around your clit and as your orgasm was about to hit it's peak, you grabbed onto his shoulders in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Ah-ah-ah." Hunter tutted disapprovingly, instantly removing his fingers before you could hit your peak. You moved your hands to cover your face and muffle your frustrated scream, while your hips were grinding against nothing but air, desperately trying to regain some friction.

Wait, when did he let go of your wrists? You moved your hands down just far enough to uncover your eyes - and what a sight you were met with. The soldier was sitting upright on top of you, licking his fingers clean from your slick, while looking down at you with the sexiest look you had ever seen.

You gasped loudly at the sight, while your hand automatically reached down to give your pussy the attention it needed, before you'd go insane.

But Hunter was quick. Before your hand could even reach half way there, he had already grabbed it and forced it back up over your head together with your other hand. This time though, he used his bandana to tie your wrists together. Odd, since he had handcuffs hanging right there by his hips.

"If you want to cum, you gotta keep your hands right above your head, understood?" he asked, as he unsheathed his knife from it's place on the gauntlet.

"Please..." You were on the verge of tears, desperation to be relieved from this tension inside of you being almost too much to handle.

"Understood?" His voice was more stern this time.

"Yes, please, just, fuck me, please." Stars you sounded pathetic, begging the enemy so desperately to fuck you.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?" and just like that, the blade of his knife cut through your shirt, leaving your upper body exposed. Hunter licked his lips hungrily, his gaze fixated on the way your breasts bounced with each frantic breathe you took.

Next, he moved onto your pants. Fortunately, he decided to just pull them off you, instead of cutting them off. That way, you at least had some chance of covering yourself once all of this was over.

With one swift motion, you were left completely bare for the galaxy to see. If you hadn't been so turned on, you might've been embarrassed by this. But right now, you just needed to be filled.

Hunter pressed his nose against your groin and inhaled deeply. You whimpered at the sensation.

"So wet, mesh'la. So needy. Are you sure this is all because of those flowers?" He took a broad lick across your folds and you nearly screamed at the sensation. "Because you taste like it's all because of me." He teased, before taking another broad lick.

Normally, you would've used your hands to muffle your sounds of pleasure, but you didn't dare to move them from the spot over your head. Instead, you dug your nails into the dirt to keep them in place.

Hunter was lapping up your juices like a starved man. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, keeping them seperated for him and keeping your hips in place, no matter how much you tried to buck against him. And although you couldn't see him, you knew his eyes were fixated on you, making sure you didn't disobey his orders about keeping your hands over your head.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook your body, as his tongue worked wonders inside of you, while his nose rubbed against your clit in the most magical way.

"Pl-ease," You begged once again, your voice now hoarse from moans and screams of pleasure. "Nee... Need more. Please fuck me."

"Well, only because you've been such a good girl and followed orders." He moved up your body again, his face covered in your release. "But first, we gotta do something about that screaming of yours. Can't have anybody find us like this, now can we?"

Quickly, he grabbed your arm and forced your still bound hands around his neck. As he picked you up, he took your cut up shirt along with him and moved so you were pressed up against a tree.

Hunter kissed you, deeply, passionately, forcing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue. He then broke away, shoving the ruined shirt into your mouth to keep you quiet.

"There, that's better, isn't it?" he looked so damned satisfied with himself. If you hadn't been so desperate for his cock, you might've tried to tease him back.

With a swift motion, Hunter had your legs resting on his arms, giving him full access to your thrubbing cunt. And with a loud thump, his codpiece hit the ground and his dick was released from it's restraints.

Even with the gag in your mouth, you still managed to gasp loudly at the sensation of his silky head rubbing through your folds. Hells, you nearly came again, just from that feeling alone.

"So needy for my cock, aren't you?" He whispered into your ear and with one swift roll of his hips, he was fully buried inside of you.

Stars, he was bigger than you thought. He really filled you to the brim and if it weren't for the effect of the pollen, it would definitely had hurt you.

Hunter instantly started thrusting into you, wasting no time at all. It was almost overwhelming how he handled you. How you were completely helpless against him and how he had managed to turn you into a sobbing, begging mess in no time. You wanted to tell yourself that it was all the pollens fault, but deep down you knew it was only a small part of it.

"Kriff, how are so fucking perfect?" Hunter mumbled through gritted teeth against that very sensitive spot on your neck. "Your smell is so intoxicating, it's driving me crazy."

He moved a hand down to rub rough circles on your clit, igniting every nerve in your body with nothing but pure bliss.

"You taste sweeter than the greatest nectar juice. And your pussy is gods. Damned. Perfect." Hunter thrusted harder into you with each word of that last part. "I might just have to take you in anyways. Keep this pussy available to me at all times."

You couldn't hold it anymore. The way he was drilling into you, reaching that particular itchy spot hidden deep inside of you over and over. The way he was spewing such lewd words while his mouth was roaming your body. The way his thumb was mercilessly attacking your clit. You just couldn't take it anymore.

You threw your head back, as your vision turned blurry and the dark forest turned brighter than hyperspace. Your nails was desperately grasping onto the back of his armor in a helpless attempt to ground yourself, before you truly descended to heaven.

Hunter took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting it, accomplishing the impossible that was, making you feel even better than you already did. You wanted nothing but to experience this feeling forever.

As you were slowly coming down, your stomach was starting to cramp up for how much you had cum. Your release was not only dripping down your own cunt and ass, it was going down Hunter's armor, staining it and creating a small pool on the ground beneath you.

You pressed your forehead against the crook of his neck, when you felt the hot ribbons of the soldiers seed, filling you completely with him. "Now you got something to remember me by."

None of you moved for a while. Well, you didn't have much of a choice, but still. You were just standing still, gasping desperately for air, coming down from the most mindblowing orgasms you had ever experienced.

Slowly, Hunter let you back down on your feet, though he kept supporting you untill you could regain your balance.

"The pollen should be out of your system now, right?" He asked, grabbing your face so you were forced to look at him. The look in his eyes were oddly caring, nothing like they had been when you first met.

You nodded slowly in response.

"Good." He removed your gag. "Join the Empire. We could use someone on the inside of the alliance and I could use more of this perfect cunt of yours." with a finger, he pushed some of his seeds back into you. "And you could get my dick as often you'd like. All you gotta do is swear alligence to the Emperor."

You'd be fooling yourself, if you said you didn't consider it. The way his eyes were looking so somberly into yours and how he seemed to care so much about your wellbeing right after having given you the best dicking of your life? Of course a part of you wanted to throw everything away to spend the rest of your life with him, but alas...

"You know I can't. It goes against everything I stand for."

Hunter moved your arms over his head again and released your wrists from his bandana. "You know, I can just take you in. Make you my prisoner and have you as often as I'd like." He threatened, while making his way back over to your pants.

"You won't, though." You were overly confident in this statement, but the way he had looked at you and seemingly cared for your wellbeing, you were certain it was true.

"Such a shame though..." He said, in a way that sounded more like he was thinking out loud rather than talking to you. While doing so, he started looking through the different compartments of your utility belt.

"Wait, what are you doing?" You tried to run over to stop him, but your legs were still weak from everything that had just happened, and you fell to the ground instead.

"How I was too late. The poison had already overtaken your body, there was really nothing I could do." He found the datadisk you had just stolen from the Empire. "But at least I managed to retrieve this."

And with that, Hunter picked up his helmet and started walking back towards the base.

Tag list: @zoeykallus @rain-on-kamino @tech-deck @in-the-crosshairs

Sorry if anyone who has asked to be tagged on my series also wanted to be tagged here, I wasn't sure if you only wanted to be taglisted for the series or for smut too

[fullcravings]

5-Ingredient Lemonies (Lemon Brownies)

[dearest-deadd]

Is this the Lemon Snickers everyone’s been talking about??

[foodfuck]

lemony oregano vegan meatballs · the first mess

[darcyolsson]

thinking of baking something again, unfortunately the brownies i made a few weeks ago were so good i am now no longer interested in making anything else. every time i find a recipe i want to try out i remember the brownies and im like well this is nice but it will never be Her :/ (here is the recipe btw)

[natarisaru]

@belles--rose

[fullcravings]

Brown Butter Lemon Brownies

[whoslaurapalmer]

struck by an idea i refuse to commit to bc I firmly believe bea and bertrand did not know lemony was alive and i do not need to deal with this revelation at 11:53 at night but you know. what would make. an amount of sense. if they DID know. if they were in contact with him while he was on the run. all that time. if the things lemony writes about the kids and bea and bertrand in the books, the memories the kids have of their parents before the fire, were things he knew because bea and bertrand told him

[doormens-job]

@feathermushroom

>:3

[rosmariner]

“No explosives until an appropriate age.” You warn him as you wash his hair. 

Scorch: So, like, age 7?

He would 100% exploit his own accelerated aging as a loophole to teach Kiddo how to blow stuff up as early as possible!

Seriously though, I LOVE the RepComm writing streak!!!

Hey Lover

Summary: Scorch tells you he wants to have a baby with you. You decide to practice.

Pairing: Scorch x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Breeding Kink, Dry Humping, Unprotected p in v (wrap it friends), Pregnancy mentions.

WC: 1.4K

A/N: I. Love. This. Man. Okay? I just feel like he'd be such a good dad lol. And he'd be so excited about it. Also, this is a gift for @rebelsriley and her love of Scorch! <3 Anyway, Republic Commandos has consumed my every thought for days. Excited for you guys to see what else I'm working on!

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“What are you doing up?” Scorch’s voice is behind you as you sit on the inside of the ship, at the top of the hatch, watching the raging storm on the planet that you’re landed on. 

You shrug. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

“Want some company?” He offers.

“Love some.” You grin, sleepily. He puts another blanket around you and kisses you on the head before sitting next to you. 

“Thank you.” You smile softly. “Always taking care of me.”

“Always will.” He promises you. 

The two of you sit there for a while, the only sounds are that of the thunder rolling and the rain hitting the surfaces around you. You curl up next to your partner, sharing the blankets with him as he wraps an arm around you.

“I’ve been thinking.” He murmurs after a while. 

“Uh oh.” You tease, making him laugh as he squeezes your thigh.

“Funny girl.” He kisses your temple. 

“What have you been thinking about, love?” You smile up at him.

“Us. Our future…” He murmurs quietly, as if he doesn’t want his brothers to hear. 

His admission causes a tightening in your chest and you can’t wait to hear what else he has to say. 

“Oh really?” You encourage him.

He lets the blankets drop and then guides you into his lap so that you’re straddling him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his snake around your lower back. 

“I was thinking about if we…” He looks at your lips. “Had a baby…” 

“Oh?” You can’t help but grin. “You want to have a baby with me?”

“Maker, yes.” He whispers, kissing you. 

“What brought this on?” You ask.

“I saw you with those little ones in the village and… My heart just swelled with so much love.” He tells you, tilting his head as he looks up into your eyes. “And the thought of you carrying my child… being pregnant… Did something to me, unexpectedly.”

You’ve never had this discussion before, but the thought of having a child, an entire future, with Scorch makes you happier than words could even start to convey. You’ve been together long enough, you suppose now would be as good a time as any to have this conversation.

You lean down toward his ear. “You wanna practice making a baby?” 

He groans softly and runs his hand up to your breast, palming you tightly making you moan. He smirks against your lips and you grind against his hardening length. 

“Mm.” He buries his face in your chest. 

You continue rolling your hips against his and his grasp on you tightens as you both moan breathlessly and quietly against each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He looks up at you.

“You are.” You smirk, biting your lip as your head falls back, focusing on the feel of his cock against your barely clothed warmth. 

“Yeah, well… you’re so smart, and so kind, and so sweet. You’re gonna be such a good mother.” He promises you, making your heart flutter.

“And you’ll be an amazing father.” You whisper. 

Your shorts ride up as his hands travel to your ass, encouraging you to keep going as he guides you back and forth over his cock. 

Stars, he’s so hard. 

“You think you could cum like this?” He gives you a toothy grin, looking up at you like you’re some sort of deity. 

You nod, gripping his shoulders for leverage. 

“Fuck… Use me to get yourself off, baby girl.” He kisses your exposed throat before pulling your shirt off and tossing it behind him with the blankets. 

The cool rainy air hits your chest, causing your nipples to go hard and he notices right away, appreciatively taking a nipple in between his teeth before swirling his tongue over it. Your moan carries into the ship, and there’s no way his brothers don’t hear you if they’re awake. You can’t bring it in you to care right this second. 

They know what you and Scorch get up to when they go to bed. In fact, Boss has walked in on you two more times than you count, but he usually just goes about his business, acting like he doesn’t hear or see a thing.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Just like that.” He gropes your breast tightly. “Feel good?”

“Mmhmm…” You whimper. 

Your shorts and panties are absolutely soaked right now and you’re pretty sure that Scorch’s sleep pants are too, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about filling this tight cunt with my seed…” He starts babbling, his voice low with absolute need. “Seeing your stomach swollen with our little one. You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful pregnant.” 

His lust mixed with his love for you starts to push you over your edge and you cum, grinding your swollen clit against your underwear and his hard cock. Before you can even come down from your euphoria, he gently flips you over on your back into the blankets on the durasteel floor, yanking your shorts and panties down in one swoop and pushes into you, roughly. 

Scorch grips your hip as you wrap your legs around his waist and starts thrusting desperately into you, whispering a string of curses that he can’t hold back.

“I swear I can smell how turned on you are… The most perfect cunt, I swear to the Maker.” He bites your neck slightly and you moan, which makes him start to suck your flesh into his mouth, needing to mark you again. 

The sounds of skin slapping against skin gets lost in the thunder and the only light that fills the ship is the lightning, making it glow against Scorch and every time, thoughts of how fucking beautiful he is fills your mind. 

When he pulls your lower half up slightly, at a new angle, you realize he’s hitting deeper, the head of his cock rubbing against that spongy part inside of you and you both know you’re about to cum again. 

“At the same time, yeah?” He smirks down at you and all you can do is nod. 

Scorch starts fucking you harder and within seconds, you can’t help but grip the blankets and moan loudly into the ship, causing him to get thrown over his own edge as you cum around his cock. He falls over you, caging your body with his own as he peppers your upper chest with kisses. 

“That was… something else.” He chuckles, his chest still heaving slightly as you pant against him. 

You nod in agreement, completely blissed out. 

“Maker, I could just stay buried inside of you forever.” He whispers, smiling as he kisses you. 

“Maybe shouldn’t right here out in the open.” You laugh.

“You didn’t seem to mind a few minutes ago.” He teases. ��Plus, they probably wouldn’t actually care.” 

“WRONG!” Sev’s voice rings out from where the bunks are. 

You and Scorch start laughing again as he helps you up and wraps the blanket around your naked form, leading you to the shower so you can both get cleaned up. Sev glares at you both and Scorch flips him off with a smirk. 

“If she gets pregnant, I’m not helping take care of the thing.” Sev tells Fixer as you turn on the shower.

So, they did hear Scorch earlier.

“Yes you will, Uncle Sev.” Scorch peeps his head out of the fresher door and Fixer and Boss both chuckle. 

You yank him back into the fresher, shutting the door as you guide him into the shower with you. As you help clean each other, he whispers sweet things about how you’ll be such a great mother and that he can’t wait to teach the little one all sorts of things. 

“No explosives until an appropriate age.” You warn him as you wash his hair. 

He looks down at you, completely scandalized. “Aw, really?” 

“Big booms aren’t good for baby ears. Sorry, love.” You smile sympathetically up at him. 

“Okay…” He sighs, playfully disappointed. “But when they’re older, right?” 

You can’t help but laugh. Which is what you’re always doing with this man. He never stops making you laugh. And you love him for that. 

“Of course.” You kiss him, excited that he’s excited. “If they want.”

The endless possibilities of the future keeps you talking well into the morning until Boss tells you both to finally shut up and get some rest. When you finally do drift off into sleep, you dream of Scorch and you playing with a little dark hair, brown eyed child.

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[unfortunatetheorist]

Where is Nero during the events of ATWQ? (NCT)

A Very Furtive Detail that super uber-fans (like yours truly) of the Netflix series would have picked up on is that Vice Principal Nero actually has a surname - Feint.

Where, you ask, is this in the show? Pause at exactly the right moment in Part 2 of The Austere Academy - where Nero compliments Sunny on her secretarial work ("She edited my résumé...") - and you'll find that the surname on his résumé is, in fact, Feint.

We know, as Snicketeers, that Feint is also the surname of Ellington, the character Lemony depicts as the 'femme fatale' of ATWQ...

...but how does this tie in? What links are we missing?

Let's try to plug the gaps; using what we know, we can try and piece [a version of] the story together.

What do we know already?

1. Lemony knows Ellington Feint, and her father, Armstrong.

2. Both Ellington and Armstrong Feint liked music.

3. Lemony also knows Nero's surname to be Feint, likely from the Baudelaires' entry in 'An Incomplete History'.

4. Nero is very proud of his family history ("a generous grant from our founder, Sir Barrymore Feint").

5. Nero is hyper-focused on his "career as a violinist", and regards very very little else as important.

Given the above to be true, my theory is as follows:

During the events of ATWQ, Ellington had a brother that she never spoke of around Lemony - Nero. Why? Likely because he was still a small child (≈ 5) when Lemony was in Stain'd-by-the-Sea and Ellington was going on missions with him and such. She didn't want any harm to come to him, so she figured out that she had to keep his existence secret. This meant Ellington had to (secretly) risk her brother's life to help Lemony with his various tasks in SBTS and this is where it all went to pieces:

Lemony murdered their father, Armstrong Feint, aka Hangfire.

I think it then played out like this:

1. Ellington realised that she'd have to tell her little brother that their father was dead. She knew that Nero would blame her and grow to hate her for this, so she lashed out at Lemony.

2. Ellington was then jailed for her crimes, leaving Nero alone at home, an orphan. Because Stain'd-by-the-Sea is such a deserted town, no-one came for Nero. He was home alone until Ellington returned from "serving her jail sentence" (escaping with Kit's skeleton key).

3. Whilst waiting for Ellington to come back, Nero was isolated and effectively drove himself mad, with his hatred for his sister combined with his grief over the loss of his father.

4. Over the period of Ellington's "jail sentence" (i.e. the time taken to hatch a plan to escape with the skeleton key), Nero stumbled upon the family history of music, before trying to console/distract himself with the power of music, trying to play the violin, trying to live up to his well-respected ancestors - but no-one has ever been around to correct his... many, many, many, many mistakes.

This explains why he hates any and all orphans, shoving them all in a tin shack, and why he can't play the violin to save his life.

Argument: ATWQ is a book series; how can you include it as part of a Netflix Canon Theory? Counterargument: ATWQ is featured in the series (TCC: "These files contain a report of the tragic events which occurred during my apprenticeship at Stain'd-by-the-Sea, which had to wait until now to be told, due to respect for surviving parties and copyright law").

Dark, even for the Snicketverse,

~ Th3r3534rch1ngr4ph, Unfortunate Theorist/Snicketologist

EDIT: Thanks to @ven10's post, https://www.tumblr.com/ven10/707742256069754880/neros-last-name-is-feint-could-he-be-a?source=share, I have been reminded that Nero never graduated middle school - maybe this is the reason...

[anika-ann]

Little Miss Red (R.D.)

Type: blurb, one-shot, drabble (for me it's drabble-length okay)

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader          Word count: 1800

Summary: Ransom’s looking for a good time tonight.

When you walk through the door, he knows he’ll get it. And you? Oh you’ll get it too. He's going to make sure of it.

Warnings: NSFW FILTH, 18+, smut!!! I mean it. Filth, y’all. Fingering, oral sex. Written in Ransom’s voice, so language and greyish lizard brain. Hints of degradation, praise kink and innocence kink.

A/N: this is COMPLETELY on @chase-your-dreams-away who claimed she has no time to write it after just throwing the plot bunny out here with @murdock-and-the-sea supporting her.

A/N: divider by amazing @firefly-graphics; the title of the fic does not refer to dd/lg dynamics nor the actual body proportions of the reader

Ransom knew he was going to have fun with you the moment you walked through the door.

A little unsteady on your feet, but deeply embarrassed expression coating your face when you stumbled and swiftly righted yourself; unsure on your high heels, not drunk out of your mind. Little red dress hugging your ass and not much else lower, the hem riding up higher than midthigh as it had probably been intended, your hands quick to remedy it. Cheap make-up which he could spot a mile away, a courtesy of being the child of small-business-loving mother.

You looked so out of place in the luxurious club and so out of your debt that Ransom knew he wanted to play cat and mouse with you.

Except you were definitely a kitten; there was no arguing it later when you nervously tasted the head of his cock, shy kitten licks turning into a small purr around his head when you tried to wrap your lips around him, clearly doing so for the first time.

He knew that was what you were looking for when you came in. He was good at reading people – that was what made him so good at his game. Your sinfully red lipstick spoke for itself and he predicted that the night was going to end up with that colour smeared all over him, with mascara running down your cheeks. He had you blinking up at him with tender wonder and want with just a few sweet words and lured you in into the private saloon with a promise of a good time and being a gentleman.

When his mouth found yours after two minutes of idle meaningless chitchat, you had smiled contentedly into the kiss. Your breath quickened as soon as his tongue pushed between your lips, a silent squeak into his mouth – but leaning into his touch eagerly, heart like a cute little hummingbird – when his hands started wandering to your breasts, so prettily wrapped in the crimson dress. Yes. You might be of limited experience and playing coy, but you came here for one thing and Ransom was happy to give it as long as he got to take from you much more.

You responded to even the faintest touch. When he ran his fingers through your folds over the absurdly thin excuse for an underwear, you were already soaking and fuck, the needy whine that escaped your swollen lips when he circled your puffy nub… it almost made him cum in his damn pants. He was going to eat you up.

If he wasn’t so determined to see your red mouth around him, he’d take your cunt. She was sucking his fingers right in, greedy for more, and yet it was almost as tight as if you were a virgin and was just as sensitive. He’d know; he had taken plenty. He loved stealing their innocence, ruining them for other men. He breathed in the power he gained when he was the first to claim that territory, all warm, wet and so damn snug; having them cry his name as their pain, that delicious pain he both caused and took away, blended into pleasure and pleas for more. Breathy. Needy. Begging so sweet and filthy, obscenities spilling from those good girl lips that had trembled a bit at the size of his cock and yet took it so well.  

You asked for more too, weak voice coming out in gasps as he stuffed the third finger in, the squelch of your juices filling the space and sending blood straight under his belt. By the time you were trapping his fingers in with how hard he made you cum, he was ready to burst the second you’d take him to your throat. It was a thrilling game of control and self-control; and he’d always win.

You were a fast learner. After paying attention to the head, you took him in and sucked experimentally, eyes fluttering shut when he placed his big hand on your nape, encouraging you to take more. And so you did. Fast learner; eager learner. Ransom loved them eager to please him, especially when they were first timers, face all flushed at the mere suggestion of sucking him off at first. Now? Your nose was on his pubic bone, hair ruffled from how he gripped you close for his tip to brush your throat, your pretty cheap make-up running, lipstick all where he needed it.

As a bonus, you clawed your hands on him all over; over his thighs, over his ass, pushing away and pulling closer, your hips bucking forward in search of friction. And fuck if that didn’t get him going; his Little Miss Red enjoyed the hell out of sucking a cock and choking at it, gagging and grabbing at him as if she didn’t feel him deep enough. Who would have thought.

“That’s it, kitten, that’s it, take my load…” he coaxed you and caressed your hair with his free hand, lost to the vibration around him when you hummed in agreement, purring like a little obedient affection-hungry kitten indeed.

“Oh baby, look at you, a good little girl acting like such a whore for a big cock, hm? Fucking love that virgin mouth. Look at the mess you’re making of yourself for me.”

You had. You struggled to swallow and breathe, saliva pooling and escaping your mouth but damn, you were so excited to do better, holding onto his ass, his inner thighs, trying to brush your weepy core against his shin to earn some of that friction you so obviously craved.

Your fingers stroked over his balls and he spilled down your throat with a satisfied groan, fingers in your hair flexing to keep you there and swallow it all as you coughed and sputters, more black streaks painted your pretty face, throat spasming with a choked sound.

You curiously left him in your mouth as he softened, that little experimental lick almost enough for him to get hard again. He pulled you up and walked back to the couch to tug you into his lap, claiming your mouth with his own, tasting his victory in the salty tang on your tongue. What a sweet picture you made; a fucked out mess, eager for more, innocence ruined. He almost took a photo to make the euphoria last longer.

But you got shy again, all wide-eyed, when he pulled out a wipe from his breast pocket, spitting a bit to clean your face up from the worst smudges.

“Told you I’d be a gentleman, didn’t I, kitten? Can’t have you walk around the club like this, everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” he smirked, cock twitching at your meek thank you and the little spark in your eye that told him that you might like that. You might enjoy other people knowing what was in your mouth and now in your belly, wear your ruined cute face like a badge of honour.

Fuck, he could keep you. If he only cared enough for the shit that came with keeping just one girl at his arm. Keeping anyone, really.

Your legs were a little wobbly after he tested you were wet for him again and you buckled into his touch, but he sent you walking out with your purse all alone, satisfied for the night – or at least half of it. Still sprawled on the couch, he tucked himself in and gathered his breath and composure before he returned to the few bearable members of his fraternity fraction. They hit up a club every once in a while, a little hunting trip for pussy. The one who’d score first during the night out paid for the drinks.

Ransom’s smirk widened as he stepped back into the main room. He had no doubt he was the winner tonight; that feeling was damn worth the few hundred bucks he’d pull out of his Valentino-

The smirk slipped from his face when all his palm was the fabric of his empty pocket, his lips parting with mute shock, anger flaring up in an instant.

“Son of bitch-“

His head snapped up, instinctively searching for you; and finding you by the entrance again. You smiled at him sweetly, one corner of your sinfully red lips higher in a smirk as you waved his wallet at him. He froze mid-step.

Blowing him a cheeky kiss, you dropped your timid demeanour like a paper-thin mask, letting it drift towards the floor as slowly as you sunk to your knees for him.

An act. He had fallen for a cheap fucking act. You were no first timer; you were far from shy, apparently.

With bitter clarity, he recalled your hands clawing at his ass when he had thought he had it all under his control, including you, as you struggled to breathe. Your throat spasmed so sweetly, showing him heaven, while he dragged you to hell.

Or he had believed so. Now, watching you disappear behind the door as if you had been nothing but a fever dream, it was easy to see it was the other way around; or maybe you were both going to hell already.

A fist bumped into his shoulder, laughter of his wannabe friends reaching his ears.

“Well, well, well, looks like someone already scored tonight,” Harold howled, cackling as other guys booed and whistled. “Drinks are on Drysdale tonight, y’all!”

Oh Ransom would be drinking tonight, alright. Son of a bitch. That little, little bitch.

“She stole my wallet,” Ransom muttered, barely audible, still hypnotizing the door as if you were to come back. Yeah right.

“Wait what? Dude! You gotta block your credit card and call the cops before she buys a fucking Ferrari at your expense or something! Come on!”

The outrage in his Bryan’s voice snapped Ransom from his stupor, his head slowly turning to the man who spoke the sound advice.

The image of the check Little Miss Red buying a luxury sports car just as red for his money. It should strike him with terror. It should make his blood boil. It should make him want to grab your cute little neck and choke the life out of you.

But his surprise and exasperation gradually blended into the strangest feeling of pride.

You participated in his game of cat and mouse; you were the kitten. You were the cat.

You won fair and square even as both of you played more than dirty.

He could respect that.

“Nah. I’ll let her have it for a bit. It’s kinda like having a sugar baby…” Ransom mused, shrugging it off. “When she least expects it, I’m gonna find her and make her show how sorry she is. …or maybe make her my sugar thing for real. I mean… those lips looked really pretty around my dick after all.”

Mics masterlist

Yeah, the stealing the wallet bit and Ransom kinda respecting the reader for it was the “innocent remark” @chase and @murdock came with and my brain went hggggnnnn, because yeah, he would.

Thank you for reading. I'm gonna go bath in holy water, excuse me.

(the convo that inspired this filth... we know he would)

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[aruanimess]

If you're comfortable answering, how long do you think it takes Aruani to slowly build up the kind of trust that leads to physicality?

Hey, Al!

I'm assuming you mean in canon, so that's how I'm going to answer.

Honestly, I believe it would take them a while. They're both incredibly traumatised and were never particularly good with communication in the first place (Annie especially). I think they might jump into bed, so to speak, almost immediately in a "holy shit we lived!!" sort of way, but it would take them a long time until they got to a place where they could freely express their wants and needs.

Also, their limited sexual experience paired with the lack of talking... Yeah, realistically, the sex would not be great, in the beginning.

Also, let's not forget that they barely know each other at this point and have just admitted their romantic feelings. I think they'd both be hesitant to say something that might make the other feel self-conscious. Especially Armin who is more attuned to other people's emotions. As for Annie, she would probably assume that this is as good as it gets and just shrug it off.

That being said, I believe that both of them are very willing to make things work and love each other very much. They also have a deep understanding of each other's psyches, which doesn't always translate to the physical side of things, but is important nonetheless.

Perhaps a bit of nonverbal communication is the way to go for them. A major advantage for Annie is that she'd never fake anything. She's naturally honest and straightforward. If Armin got the sense that this-ain't-it-chief and asked, she'd give him a real answer. She's also stubborn and hardworking and really into this guy, so she'd be eager to figure out things along with him.

On Armin's part, he's very intuitive and has proven in the past that he's able to work past his insecurities to achieve a better outcome. So if he learned that he couldn't make Annie come, for example, he'd be devastated, he'd be mortified, but he'd lick his wounds and come back and try again (and maybe lick some other things too, hehe).

Some natural compatibility would go a long way as well. No matter how you headcanon them (doms, subs, switches or vanilla), AruAni are undeniably drawn together. Their attraction is apparent and magnetic, so, you know, the chemistry is DEFINITELY there 😉