#Poacher Executioner

[ephemerasnape]

➔ A Bone To Pick - Victor Rookwood discovers who's behind all the smutty audios about him - and he's pissed. (Also can be considered a sort of disclaimer for my audios in general.)

➔ Bait & Switch - Ominis and Sebastian discuss a serious problem they're having in this Public Service Announcement to the fandom.

I've created quite a bit of Hogwarts Legacy material (most of which is adult-oriented). The following stories and audios are predominantly 18+, explicit, and x female!reader or listener where you are MC (with a few exceptions). Although much of my stuff is x reader I do not use Y/N or MC by default as I personally find both distracting.

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Rules & Disclaimers! There are no fucking rules, are you kidding me? This is fanfiction, it's a no man's land of degeneracy. Exercise a modicum of independent thought and live a little.

Victor Rookwood Headcanons!

List of all Victor Rookwood Audios!

Fanfiction (there are a few more on ao3 that are not my favorite)

🌟 = recommended!

🌟 A Quick Word - (Rookwood x You - 5,000 words.) Explicit - What could transpire if you would only allow Rookwood to have a word with you at the Three Broomsticks as he requested.

A Wicked, Wicked Man - (Rookwood x You - 3,300 words.) Explicit, Rape, Violence - “Perhaps you long to be treated like the disobedient little whore you are.”

🌟 Rough Night - (Ashwinders x You, Rookwood & You - 6,600 words.) Explicit, Gang Rape, Violence - You lose the battle with Rookwood and his cronies that takes place during Wand Mastery. Includes a version with a female reader, and one with a male reader.

🌟Under the Hog's Head - (Rookwood x You - 2,800 words.) Explicit, Rape - "I don't think you're in any position to bargain, little one."

How Dunstan Trinity Lost His Eye (Dunstan Trinity & Victor Rookwood - 1,100 words.) Gen, Violence, Gore

🌟 Devoutly to be Wished (Anne Sallow x Victor Rookwood) - Explicit - Anne Sallow is dying. When she receives word from Sebastian regarding the likely progenitor of the curse that's killing her, she feels she must uncover the truth.

Micro Smut: Upstairs at the Three Broomsticks (Rookwood x You) Explicit

Micro Fic with Fanart: Ephemera Snape's Revenge (Rookwood x Me)

A Five Hundred Galleon Whore (Rookwood x F!OC - 3,200 words) Explicit, Noncon, Dubcon - Epilogue to Paying the Piper. "You can cooperate or I can let all the men in my ranks take their fill of you."

Audios:

↱ Daddy Rookwood audios now live here! There were just too many!

Fanfiction (more on ao3)

🌟 A Change of Heart - (Poacher x You - 2,500 words.) Explicit - You encounter a Poacher camped in a remote area all by his lonesome. Easy kill, right? Wrong.

🌟 Last Man Standing - (Poacher Executioner x You - 2,000 words.) Explicit, Rape, Violence - “You're lucky you're not a wizard... I would have snapped your neck already if you were."

🌟 Rough Night - (Ashwinders x You, Rookwood & You - 6,600 words.) Explicit, Gang Rape, Violence - You lose the battle with Rookwood and his cronies that takes place during Wand Mastery. Includes a version with a female reader, and one with a male reader.

How Dunstan Trinity Lost His Eye (Dunstan Trinity & Victor Rookwood - 1,100 words.) Gen, Violence, Gore

Encounter on Phoenix Mountain - (Poacher Stalker x You - 1,300 words.) Explicit - A solitary Poacher Stalker corners you in Phoenix Mountain Cave. What's a girl to do?

Under the Hog's Head - (Ashwinders & Rookwood x You - 2,800 words.) Explicit, Gang Rape - "I don't think you're in any position to bargain, little one."

🌟 Paying the Piper (Ashwinder Scout x OFC - WIP) Explicit - The newest shopkeeper in Hogsmeade is met with an unpleasant surprise when a handsome young Ashwinder shows up at her door demanding payment. COMIC!

Masked Man (Ashwinder Scout x OFC - 1,100) Explicit, Quickie, CNC - "This is what happens to pretty little shopkeepers who don't pay their due."

The Poacher's Prize (Poppy Sweeting x Poachers - 1,800 words) Explicit, Rape, Violence - Poppy pays the price for her betrayals!

Dawn of Regret (Poacher Executioner x You - 1,900 words) Explicit, Rape - “Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!”

Audios:

The Pledge (Rookwood & Selwyn x You - 4:50min) - Explicit, Gang Rape - Silvanus Selwyn catches you, but Rookwood gets first dibs...

Comeuppance (Ashwinders x You, Rookwood & You - 5:55min) - Explicit, Gang Rape, Lesbian, Violence - You are subjugated by Ashwinders and Poachers..

Rookwood's Revenge 2 - The Ashwinders (Ashwinders x You, Rookwood & You - 4:55min) - Explicit, Gang Rape, Violence - The Ashwinders take their revenge on you under Rookwood's watchful eye.

Executioner Monologue (2:43min) - Biographical monologue by Poacher Executioner - SFW

🌟At the Mercy of Macnair (Poacher Stalker x You, 4:12min) - Explicit, Rape - You've been caught in a bandit camp. You're bound, gagged, and helpless, but where's the fun in just leaving you be?

Battle Royal at Horntail Hall (Poppy Sweeting x Poacher Stalker, 2.23min) - SFW - You and Poppy get caught sneaking into Horntail Hall and are immediately recognized.

All in a Day's Work (Rookwood x Ashwinder!You - 2min) - Explicit, Dubcon - "The boss wants to see you."

Paying the Piper Excerpt (Ashwinder Scout x OFC - 1:19min) SFW

Lip Service (Ashwinder Scout x OFC - 1:46min) Explicit - Oswald's first blowjob from my fic "Paying the Piper."

Harlot of the Highlands (Poacher Executioner x You - 4:37) Explicit - You sneak into his tent at night looking for a special kind of trouble.

Quick Handjob (Ashwinder Scout x MC - 0:40) - Explicit

Tête-à-tête (Ashwinder Scout & MC - 1:18) - SFW - An Ashwinder Scout pleads for his life.

Fanfiction:

The Dark Sacrifice - (Ominis & Sebastian x You - 1,800 words.) Explicit, Noncon - Sebastian asks you to meet him and Ominis at the catacomb to make a dark sacrifice. Little do you know it's going to be you.

Another Secret for the Undercroft - (Ominis & Sebastian x You - 5,200 words.) Explicit - "I know I’m not as good as Sebastian,” Ominis hisses, “I’m better.”

Talk to Me - (Ominis x Reader - 1,685 words) Explicit - After visiting the Scriptorium, you can't stop thinking about Ominis speaking parseltongue. Smut ensues.

Audios:

Today's the Day (Ominis & Sebastian x You/MC - 2:18min) - Explicit, Gang Rape, Violence - Sebastian and Ominis make you pay the price after learning of your alliance with Victor Rookwood..

Bait and Switch (Ominis & Sebastian & ? - 2:15min) SFW - The boys discuss a serious problem they're having. Fortunately, Victor Rookwood has a solution.

Talk to Me (Ominis x You/MC - 2:44min) - Explicit - After leaving the Scriptorium, you pull Ominis aside, having been entranced by his use of parseltongue. (God, I hate this audio so much!)

A Moment Alone (Sebastian x ? - 1:10min) - Explicit - Sebastian thinks he's alone in the Undercroft..

Sebastian's Pleasure (Sebastian x You - 0:40min) - Explicit - Just Sebastian finishing inside of you...

Pigtails' Revenge (Piers Pemberton x You - 2:09min) - Explicit, GN!Listener, Violence, Dubcon - Piers Pemberton punishes you for stealing his Demiguise statues.

Goblin Supremacy (Ranrok & Rookwood x You - 4:59min) - Explicit, Rape - "Prepare to be conquered for goblinkind, little witch."

A Moment Alone (Sebastian Sallow x Peeves - 1:10min) - Explicit - Sebastian thinks he's alone in the Undercroft..

Ephemera Snape's Revenge (Rookwood x Me - 2:33min) - SFW, Gore

After Dark (Fastidio x Reader/MC - 4,000 words) - Explicit, Rape - "You're on my time now."

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[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

You know those ai kissing videos going around? It's from the apps vidu.studio or lumalabs.ai and both are completely free!

How to do it:

Upload your picture

Enter a random prompt like you would with ai photos

Boom! Smooches!

The only reason I'm telling this is because some people (who claim to be superrrrr against gatekeeping btw), are gatekeeping this for some reason :))))) so spread it around and I hope you all enjoy!

PS. Profiting off of AI is not cool :)) have a wonderful day!

Welp.

[beany122]

Here are some funny images I made for the unrestricted section server

Dead stalker and drunk stalker

Boogie woogie

The fact that the genders are swapped is not my problem

I consider less then 20 to be "no content"

I knew the executioner looked good in thigh high boots

A meme made from @/ephemerasnape's comm for her fic paying the piper

Okay Goodbye 👋

[wwheeljack]

[ephemerasnape]

OUR BOYS MORTIMUS AND MACNAIR HAVING A CUPPA! 😍

a little Poacher fanart 😁

[silvyadrakkon]

Why Lyssa Always Wears Vests and Ties

Page 1

Page 2

Alternate title: Why Lyssa Should Prolly Stop Wearing Vests and Ties

For many reasons.

The “Post Now” on my poll won out by about three people, but I finished the second page sooner than I thought I would. So everyone can be happy.

I’m trying to remember why this dumb scene popped into my head. Maybe it’s because I was trying to rationalize why my girly is always wearing her vest when many of the other MCs forgo them. (The real reason she wears it is because I like drawing it lol.) Like Lyssa, I live for hand-me-downs, but hand-me-downs are often a little worn by the time I get to them. I lose so many buttons.

Alternate ending bonus panel if Lyssa had been wearing her vest and tie.

I flipping hated Ashwinder/Poacher Soldiers in particular. Executioners were annoying, but at least you could kind of ignore them for a minute. Soldiers were always. Getting. In. THE. WAY!!! Wasted so many scout-intended purple spells on them.

Part 2:

[ruinmemes]

NATURAL BORN LOSERS / SENTENCE STARTERS 

track 01. poacher's pride.

❝  let it bleed.  ❞

❝  i know one day hell will catch up to me.  ❞

❝ when it's done there wont be anything left.  ❞

❝  i did not cry.  ❞

track 02. mean.

❝  you are the way you always were.  ❞

❝ you like your cruel games.  ❞

❝  i like it when it hurts like hell.  ❞

❝  there's nothing you can do to me i wouldn't do to myself.  ❞

❝  i'll be bound to you in leather and chains  ❞

track 03. white trashing.

❝ show no remorse.  ❞

❝  all that glitters is not gold.  ❞

❝ carved your name into my leg.  ❞

❝  inherited your dad's crazy eyes.  ❞

❝ yeah, this place gets old.  ❞

❝  it's really hard.  ❞

track 04. swan.

❝ you can't forgive me.  ❞

❝ if i had the gun i'd choose to shoot again.  ❞

❝ he taught me to be a good shot.  ❞

❝  you love the sound of sorry.  ❞

❝ you still pretend you don't know.  ❞

track 05. in the land.

❝ hell has a name.  ❞

❝ got the tape recorder in.  ❞

❝ spread apart her legs and pull her soul out of the body that it's in.  ❞

❝  a starving animal will always feed.  ❞

❝ never grow old.  ❞

❝ give it up for the milk carton angel.  ❞

❝ she'll never grow old.  ❞

track 06. alligator blood.

❝ i'm a sucker for the love of the flesh.  ❞

❝ it still gets to me.  ❞

❝ he held my head and made me watch.  ❞

❝  grow up weak or grow up tough.  ❞

❝ he'd always hold my head under the water a little too long.  ❞

❝ be all guts, no glory.  ❞

❝ all survivor, no guilt.  ❞

❝ he calls me his crocodile tears.  ❞

track 07. executioner.

❝ baby, you have to pay in this way or another.  ❞

❝ for as long as we've known each other you've been playing this game with death...  ❞

❝  unprepared to meet your god.  ❞

❝  they think that you emit the light, but you only take it in.  ❞

❝ you'll scream out for your father.  ❞

❝ you'll scream out for your father and in darkness, i pray you will never find him again.  ❞

track 08. american tradition.

❝ he wants to be just like his father.  ❞

❝ if i bleed to death, it doesn't matter.  ❞

❝  my baby, he's still the winner.  ❞

❝  things don't go like they should.  ❞

❝ it's no good.  ❞

track 09. angels of porn ii.

❝ it's harder to be good in here.  ❞

❝ i try to stir my conscience, it was never really there.  ❞

❝  everything is fine in heaven.  ❞

❝  soak all my clothes in holy water.  ❞

track 10. a marvellous persona.

❝ i think i'm dying.  ❞

❝ you tried, ____, we all did.  ❞

❝  shut up! shut up, will ya? don't quit...  ❞

❝  we have to go now.  ❞

track 11. you're so cool.

❝ you're so cool, you're so cool.  ❞

❝ wild eyes, they're black like magic eight balls.  ❞

❝  when i'm good i'm very good, but when i'm bad i'm better.  ❞

❝  i'm yours forever.  ❞

❝  they wanna break your heart.  ❞

❝ you carry all that suffering.  ❞

❝  i can see the future and there's no death.  ❞

❝ you and i, we're angels.  ❞

[thefluffyrailway-official]

You know how in real life and in ttte canon, engines are killed by getting scrapped? In your au, would scrappers be the equivalents of poachers?

(OMG HIIII :3)

(TW: DEATH AND SUI MENTION)

Also yep! but more than poachers, they're executioners.

Idk if you saw the post about the Scrapyard in my AU i did, but let's just say that the ppl who work there are in charge of killing the engines.

But if they "deserve it" they won't kill them. Instead, they'll let them die by theirselves. Or even commit the s word.

[rene-hl-trashcan]

The distance that hunk of Poacher Executioner went flying because of her spell oh my god 😂😂

[glittergroovy]

Post Directory: Nicole Dollanganger

album: Natural Born Losers (2015)

Poacher's Pride / Mean / White Trashing / Swan / In The Land / Alligator Blood / Executioner / American Tradition / Angels Of Porn (II) / A Marvelous Persona / You're So Cool

album: Heart Shaped Bed (2018)

Uncle / Tammy Faye / Lemonade / My Baby / Heart Shaped Bed / Snake / Beautiful & Bad / Chapel / Only Angels Have Wings / Lacrymaria Olor

album: Married In Mount Airy (2023)

Married In Mount Airy / Gold Satin Dreamer / Dogwood / Runnin' Free / Bad Man / My Darling True / Moonlite / Sometime After Midnight / Nymphs Finding The Head Of Orpheus / Summit Song / Whispering Glades / I'll Wait For You To Call

Other:

Dog Teeth

[catcas22]

Environmental Storytelling

-- Marais Executioner's Sword description

Imagine you're a Cleanrot Knight stationed at the Shaded Castle. You've been stationed here for a very long time. Lady Malenia has yet to return from her campaign in Caelid. New orders from the Haligtree ceased long ago. The few travelers who dare approach the castle bring rumors of a disastrous defeat in Caelid. So you hold to the last order you were given. You and your small band of comrades stand guard over the Shaded Castle, keeping the way open for a retreat by sea.

If Malenia is even still alive to require such a retreat. It has been a very long time.

Maleigh Marais is an odd man. He insists on keeping a menagerie of undead in various stages of horror around the castle. He has at least one king revenant amongst them. And he spends far too much time brooding over the spare prosthetics Lady Malenia left behind. But he is, ostensibly, an ally of the Haligtree, and you have been ordered to guard his castle.

Specifically, you have been asked to guard one of said spare prosthetics. You're not sure why. Lady Malenia would have outgrown this one long ago, and there are a dozen more like it upstairs. Still, you do your duty diligently. It fills the time. It even makes you feel a bit better about things, having something to do.

This morning, Marais left on a rare expedition beyond the walls of the castle. He took the king revenant with him. Apparently there's been a bell-bearing poacher skulking about on his land. This will not stand.

He returns near sundown. Somehow he managed to catch the poacher. Even more shocking, he managed to take him alive. The absolutely massive man is chained up and slung across the back of the king revenant.

Marais is in a rare good mood. The last you see of him, he's heading for the courtyard, captured poacher in tow, and yelling for one of the undead bellhops to bring his sword -- no, not the rapier, the BIG one. It's been ages since he executed someone, and he wants to do this properly.

Not fifteen minutes later, you hear a blast of arcane magic and a piercing scream.

Marais comes tearing up the walkway. Without so much as a word to you, he jumps the battlements and takes off through the poisoned swamp, running as if Maliketh himself were nipping at his heels. A moment later the poacher emerges over the ladder, the ancestral executioner's sword of House Marais propped on his shoulder.

He's an absolute monstrosity of a man, easily seven feet tall, armored head to foot and wearing a crooked war mask held in place with altogether too much barbed wire.

Then again, you're nearly as tall, and even now the red and gold of the Cleanrot Knights is recognized and feared.

He looks at you. You look at him.

You decide this is above your paygrade. You clear your throat and gesture to the chest behind you.

"I'm just guarding this arm."

He nods, a moment of awkward silence lingering. He points back at the castle.

"I'm taking the great hall."

He turns and lumbers away. You remain at your post.

The sounds of metallic clattering and someone cursing a blue streak drifts in on the wind. You dare to peer over the battlements. Out in the garbage heap behind the castle, you can just barely make out Marais attempting to jumpstart a long-defunct golem. You shake your head at the futility of the endeavor just as the golem groans to life and Marais begins laughing maniacally.

You decide that this is also above your paygrade. You have an arm to guard.

[ephemerasnape]

I couldn't sleep, so have a dark, smutty one-shot.

Dawn of Regret 🔞

Poacher Executioner x You/MC

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!” RAPE

Rape / Seduction / Teasing / Age Difference / Size Difference / First Time / Loss of Virginity / Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Read below the cut or on ao3.

Ends up the great ancient magic-wielding Hogwarts student ain’t so hot without her wand.

Your mind races with regrets as you ponder the situation you find yourself in. How could I have been so stupid? In the end, a simple Expelliarmus was all it took to have you groveling in the dirt before the dark wizards in the poacher camp you’d been raiding.

You’d been readily captured, your wand snapped in front of your horrified eyes, and taken, well, to bed with one of them. The very thought sends shudders through your body. 

You haven't gotten a wink of sleep the entire night, and can already see the sun begin to creep into the tent where you are being held. Being held very closely, one might add. As you'd laid on the uncomfortable cot for the past many hours, your wrists secured tightly behind your back, and your torso further secured around that of a massive Executioner, you’d done little but think of ways you might escape.

Finally, the Executioner shifts in his sleep, giving you the opportunity you’ve been waiting for - his warm body wrapping even more fully around yours. What is on-its-face repulsive gives you a fleeting hope - you are aware that getting out of this situation will involve trickery more than stealth given the nature of the predicament you’re in – and thus your brilliant plan is hatched.

One of the Executioner’s hands is laid on the cot right in front of your nose. You look at it, wondering how dirty it is. It looks surprisingly clean but the guy overall strongly resembles a caveman. Half beast himself.. And you can’t imagine his hygiene is the best. It certainly doesn’t smell the best, although his muskiness does hold a certain masculine appeal, you are loathe to admit.

With a slight grimace, you crane your head forward slightly, tentatively sticking your tongue out and pressing it against his pointer finger. There’s no response. Screwing your eyes shut, you move your tongue slowly up over the length of the finger. It takes several swipes of your tongue to elicit any reaction, but you do feel the Executioner – you believe his name is Mortimus – twitch slightly in his sleep.

Gaining confidence, you move your head a fraction of an inch forward, so that you’re able to engulf his entire finger in your mouth. The massive wizard grunts behind you, and you become even bolder, beginning to suck diligently on his digits.

He begins to stir, and you wonder whether he’s waking up. You can certainly feel something waking up right against your buttocks.

This could actually work…

You swirl your soft pink tongue around his finger, up and down, and alternate with suction, getting so lost in your task you don’t even really notice when the Executioner begins to wake. He gradually pulls you more tightly against him, his breathing raspy behind your ear. You keep sucking on his finger until he decisively drags your hips back towards him, bringing you into direct contact with what feels like an absolute battering-ram of an erection.

“Crupmite,” he growls, fully-awake now, he props himself up a bit on one elbow so that he can watch as he begins to gently thrust his finger in and out your pouted lips.

“Tryin’ to get a wizard all worked up, eh?”

You flush furiously but don’t otherwise react as he finger-fucks your mouth – feeling a bit paralyzed in fear or anticipation.

“Certainly givin’ me... ideas…”

You’d thought, well – you’d hoped that if you could distract him, get him to untie you.. Maybe let his guard down… You might have a chance of making it past the apparition wards around the tent.

But now, in the moment, with him gazing down at you, you wish ardently that you’d waited for another opportunity. You can literally feel the lust emanating off of the wizard – his eyes seemingly boring into your skin as your face burns with humiliation.

Until now, he’d just seen you as a pesky little brat that he had to deal with. Now he sees you as a pesky little witch who is in his bed.

And you see him – sort of. From what you can see from the corner of your eye, he’s apparently taken off his mask at some point, and a ruggedly-handsome face is exposed. Masculine for sure. Not young, not old. Relatively normal-looking for a professional killer. You struggle to make out the details and nervously your eyes dart up towards him just in time to watch a grin spread across his face.

“Seems ye might be good fer somethin’ after all, crupmite,” he gloats, withdrawing his finger from your mouth – a trail of saliva following it. He runs his wet finger gently across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine which settles between your legs. 

When he begins to untie the ropes around your waist, your heart is pounding so furiously that you nearly forget your plan, but the man seemingly has you figured. “Thought ye could trick me, eh?” he teases, his broad hands never leaving your body for even a moment. “I might look like a lumbering oaf, but I’m not actually daft.”

He keeps a firm grip on your robes as he maneuvers himself so that he’s facing you on the cot. Even seated he towers over your small form.

“I’m sorry, crupmite. Ye don’t get to suck my cock today. Nuffink personal, it’s just that it’s too risky. But that doesn’t mean we can’t ‘ave our fun.”

Your face goes white. “What do you…”

Suddenly, you’re pushed onto your back, the man pinning your upper arms down to the cot as he leans over you, leering at you with a menacing expression on his face.

“Ah! Please.. my wrists!” you cry, struggling in vain to get the pressure off of them.

“Thought I’d untie ye so ye could escape, did ya?” he chuckles darkly. “Not likely.”

And so he doesn’t untie you, but even Mortimus has to admit that having your hands behind you, contorting your chest upwards in that position, is not ideal, and so instead he wraps some ropes – not by magic, but, surprisingly, by hand – around your middle, securing your arms to your sides instead before he releases them from behind your back.

You sigh in relief at the removal of the crushing weight from your delicate wrists, only to realize moments later you are still in immediate danger.

What have I gotten myself into?

The enormous man moves forward then, licking your cheek with a broad tongue. You turn away, your face scrunched up in disgust, only to have it forcibly turned back towards him.

“Ye wanted to seduce a dark wizard,” the Executioner purrs, running his tongue across your lips. “Well, haha, it worked!”

He’s fully on you then – his tongue down your throat, causing you to squeal and squirm as he thrusts the organ in and out of your mouth possessively, and you know that it’s a promise of things to come.

Your mouth occupied, Mortimus reaches down to effortlessly part your thighs despite your pathetic attempts to keep them closed. Without a fraction of a doubt remaining in regard to what is about to happen, you scream into his mouth, and move to bite down on his tongue, only to find that he’s anticipated the action and withdrawn in time.

“Ah-ah,” he admonishes, wagging a finger above your face. “There’ll be none of that. After all, I’m on orders to turn you in to Rookwood alive, an’ if you bite me, all bets are off.”

Your desperation boils over. “Please, sir,” you whimper, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Don’t do this. I’ve never… I’m-”

You can’t make eye contact and you certainly can’t finish your sentence. You just lay there, your face beet red - helpless, exposed, and at the mercy of a dark wizard...

A dark wizard who laughs at your misery and humiliation.

“Mmmm… Tha’s perfect,” Mortimus growls, stroking over your chest and stomach, squeezing where he pleases. “So I’ll be yer first…” He yanks down his trousers then, causing you to begin crying in earnest.

This is going to happen...

“No.. No!”

The Executioner smiles maliciously down at you as he leans back just enough for you to be able to watch him fisting his massive erection. 

“An’ there’s no guarantee you’ll ever be able to take another cock after this one.”

You scream as the man presses you down with one arm, using the hand to easily cover your mouth – half-blocking your nose, causing you further distress as your breathing is partially obstructed.

You kick and writhe to get away, desperately trying to protect the sensitive area between your legs. No one has ever touched or even seen you down there before, and to have this man be the first is just unthinkable.. but your struggles are to no avail – the Executioner is too strong, and before you know it, a firm, blunt object is pressing up against your vulnerable opening.

“Your mouth says no,” Mortimus chuckles, running the head of his cock up and down your wet slit, “but your cunt says yes.”

He keeps your mouth covered, stifling your pleas and cries as he forces himself into you. Although you realize he’s probably going a lot more slowly than is physically necessary, the sheer size of his penis splitting you open devastates your maidenhood, sending an intense pain coursing through you.

You are bawling as the man on top of you groans, having broken through your virgin barrier and fully-embedded himself inside your tight passage.

“Merlin…”

The pain is overtaken by humiliation and as your cries turn to quiet sobs, the Executioner begins to move. He’s so tall and broad that you can only see the buttons and rough hand-stitching on his vest – his face seems miles away while he's joined to you at the hip.

When you’ve quieted sufficiently, Mortimus removes his hand from your mouth and instead places it on your knee to keep you spread wide.

“Such a tight little- Fuck,” he gasps, his cock pistoning in and out of you in earnest. His heavy breathing consumes your world as you silently pray for him to finish quickly - for this ordeal to be over.

The Executioner pounds you relentlessly, pulling your body up slightly to get better access – deeper in your cunt – his thick meat battering your cervix.

“Not what ye ‘oped would come of that little stunt, I wager,” he breathes, smashing his wide pelvis into your comparatively tiny one over and over again in rough, forceful movements.

Your tears wet the pelts underneath your head just as you can imagine your blood does your skirts, but you"re crying not so much from physical pain as from despair as you’re violated by this colossal wizard and his colossal prick.

And, all the worse, it was almost entirely your doing.

Seconds later, the Executioner stiffens and a bestial groan of pleasure fills the tent. His imposing form jerks against yours as his release floods your womb.

No…

He collapses onto you then, panting into your ear. As he comes out of his lust-filled haze, he notices your soft whimpers and sobs. To your utter surprise, the man presses a kiss to the side of your face.

“Now, now, sweetheart,” he offers, petting your damp hair in a soothing gesture that you can’t be sure isn’t mockery before he continues as if having read your very thoughts. “’Twas yer own idea, after all.”

[hogwarts-legacy-confessions]

[beany122]

I present to you

Picture I made for @ephemerasnape

Picture of her boys

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[riandur]

Location: The Silverlands (past), Caer Glas Keep (present) Notes: Rian thinks about what pieces of his life have brought him to where he is now, Field Officer and reinstating Caer Glas Keep for the legion.

He was sixteen the first time his arrow met its mark in the center of a man's forehead.

They man had crumpled to the ground, eyes staring sightlessly ahead as his companions cursed, brandishing their weapons. Riandur had watched, stone faced, from his perch on a branch. The Silver Elvhen were tired of seeing poachers, of enemies, disrespecting the creatures, the trees, everything that the Elvhen attempted to hold sacred. This was his home, not theirs, and his eyes glowed as he brought the man back to his feet, sightless eyes now fixed on his companions.

It'd been a bit macabre, but Riandur had laughed as the men had gone running, sending their zombie friend after them until his ability wavered and he released his hold on the corpse. It had been his mother who had found him, snatching the longbow from his hands and reminding him that they were not to harm – what was he thinking – how could he bring attention to them – and on and on. Riandur had felt properly admonished, but it was a small price to pay for keeping them out of their home.

He was eighteen when his knife took the life of another.

A Lysaran guard who had been sworn to protect the road for nomads and travelers alike. Rian had been returning home; he'd visited Eterna to trade what their little village had, a long trip for someone such as him. And guards were notorious for their protection, for what they could snag from the small folk that went back and forth, just trying to survive. They'd done it to the group in front of Riandur, who had morphed himself into the back of their little caravan.

They'd always asked for more, and Rian had stepped forward. They'd laughed, asking who the kid was. It was Riandur's knife that answered. The guards were ready, however, ready to fight and take Rian back to Eterna where he could face justice for what he'd done. What they hadn't expected was their fallen companion to rise once more, eyes glowing and blood still flowing from his neck.

It was enough of a shock to send the guards back, and for Riandur to make his escape. Though it was the look on the merchant's faces, the ones of terror instead of gratitude, that Rian saw that night before he could sleep.

He was nineteen when he finally decided that the high was worth the risk.

Something had snapped in him a while ago, it wasn't anything he could control. To raise the dead as a child, to see them as creatures and death as not the final push. To be held and pleaded with. For a woman to cry at his feet and beg that he raise her child back up. To not understand that there was a difference in what he did. A weeping mother who just wanted to see her child smile again. He'd only been ten, he didn't know what kind of trauma it could cause as he focused on animating the sickly child's corpse.

It was that kind of thought that floated through Rian's mind as he held up his sword. He was still young, still had his whole life ahead of him – but his former best friend didn't seem phased.

He'd stolen from his family. Blackmailed them to guards, taken nearly everything away. And with a swing of Riandur's sword, it met its mark in the other's neck. No one enjoyed it when justice was taken into the hands of someone who was not supposed to do it. Rian had decided he would be the judge, jury, and executioner. It'd been messy, bloody, but as Rian dropped the sword, he'd laughed. Whatever kindness had bloomed in him before had been ripped away.

And he was thirty one when he decided he'd take up the mantle of leadership within the small group of Legionnaires that had fled Iskaldrik.

Someone needed to do it, and while Riandur had grown from the young man who had simply enjoyed the feeling of blood on his hands, that did not mean he was kind. The Legion had been his punishment, and within it, he'd found a different kind of family. People that he would die for, or die beside, and the idea that he had found some sort of place within – well, he wasn't going to squander it. Gone was the youthful hope that Rian had carried once, muscles and scars that were simply a story.

He thought about it often – how he would look if everyone could see the map of his life etched into his skin. Would they see the monster? Or would they perhaps see the Legionnaire.

Rian stood now, the black armor of the Legion shining in the dim light of the fires that was lit in the middle of Caer Glas Keep. The vines had overgrown it long ago, the broken pillars and stones beneath their feet yet another beginning for all of them. Nornwatch was desolate, obsolete, and this is where they'd begin their stand again. Riandur would ensure they survived, as the Dark One rose and the darkspawn pressed forward, he would see them through.