#introduced in the forth apprentice

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Could you do my favorite background boy Hollowflight?

Poor kid got bullied and then forgotten like most background characters

[sexy-monster-fucker]

going absolutely crazy there is absolutely no sub!hoffman x reader in the world… so I am very humbly asking.. for brat Hoffman and dom female reader… pretty please with a cherry on top

I have been thinking about this Fic ever since it got submitted and just haven’t been able to bring myself to write it. happy to finally be able to dedicate the effort I wanted to for this! :D

Brat Sub!Mark Hoffman x Dom!Reader

CW: bondage, choking, hair pulling, biting, unprotected p in v, creampie,

a/n: Mark Hoffman is most definitely the ultimate switch

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You stood at your table tinkering with one of your newest traps for your next game. Following the instructions John had left for you. You were always good at following orders.

The man who stood in the room with you on the other hand was not.

Mark Hoffman. One of the other many workers for John Kramer, a.k.a. the Jigsaw killer. He had been alongside him much longer than you. That fact made him cocky. Holding himself to a higher standard than you and the others. Unlike the rest of you, he had not been given a traditional game to play and win. Simply being taken under John’s wing.

Mark was kneeled down inspecting some of the loose parts under his table. Trying to find a way to make this trap his own.

“He gave you instructions for a reason, you know,” you chimed in still focused on your trap in front of you. An annoyed look was shot over his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Scoffing at your statement and walking over to you. “I’m aware of that,” a simple statement as he hovered over you. Mark had a habit of going off book. Something you knew better than.

You continued with your work, ignoring the looming man. Attaching parts to the chair for the upcoming game. Squatted down in his shadow. He admired your ass in front of him. Loving the days he got to be here alone with you.

Mark had taken a liking to you when you were first introduced to him. Surviving a game and becoming one of Jigsaw’s apprentices was no easy task. You were special to him. Not like Amanda or Lawrence. Something about you made him crave you. You were innovative, brilliant, and beautiful on top of it.

Often spending late nights in the shop together. Sometimes leading to some rather intimate moments. You sat up on the table leaned back trying to take a break. Mark stood directly in front of the table. Finding his place between your spread legs. Hooded eyes darting up to him. Stiffening your posture to be face to face with him. One of his large hands caressed your cheek, falling into his touch. Your hand joining his. Lips finding their place on yours.

“Can you hand me that screw driver over there?”

Mark snapped back into reality. Passing the screw driver over to you. Intently watching you work on the contraption. Your knees were growing uncomfortable on the cement floor. Feeling Mark’s eyes on your ass and how your tight jeans hugged it. You leaned forward really stretching yourself to make sure he got the best view possible.

“Mark…” you doed your eyes up at him, “Can you help me?”

���What do you need?”

“I just really want to make sure this trap works right. Can you sit down and let me attach it to you?”

Mark laughed at your question. Mockery written on his body language. “As if I would ever do something like that.”

Rising to your feet, you held your hands in front of your body, swaying back and forth slightly. Puppy dog eyes staring up at him. You saw his expression lighten softly.

“It’s not fully operational yet. I just want to make sure you can’t get out of the hand locks without the key,” you fluttered your lashes at him.

You watched as his nostrils flared. Internally fighting himself from giving in to you. But you looked so innocent and sweet batting your eyes up at him. He growled to himself.

You danced your fingers up his exposed forearm. Nails grazing his skin softly. “Please, Mark?”

Heat ran through his veins. A soft glow painting his cheeks as his lips tightened together. Heavy eyes staring into yours.

“Fine,” Mark grumbled. Stomping over to the chair you had been working on. Sitting with his arms behind his back. You gleamed squatting behind the chair and guiding his hands into the confines. A loud locking mechanism confirming that his hands were not getting out on their own. Mark tugged and fought against the cuffs. Groans and grunts fell from him. Showing you that no one was getting out of them.

“Alright. You got what you wanted. Unlock me now,” Mark growled. You twirled the key ring around your finger. You tapped your finger against your cheek pretending to debate his demands. “Hmmm. I dunno. I kinda like how you look tied up,” you teased. Sensual eyes meeting his.

“Ha Ha. Real funny, Y/N. I’m not playing around, let me out,” Mark bared his teeth at you. Shit-eating grin painted your face. His eyes widened seeing the thought behind your eyes. Growing more frustrated by the second. You walked around the back of the chair, resting your arms on his shoulders. Hands running over them and lying against his chest. A soft moan being pulled from him at your touch. You rested your torso against his back, lips finding their place by his ear. Breasts pressed into his back, arousing him. You pulled his earlobe between your teeth. “You’re gonna have to earn your freedom, pretty boy,” you whispered. Chills ran down his body. Thoughts of you going to his cock. Breath hitching in his throat with your touch.

You ran your fingers through his hair, softness painting his demeanor. You locked your fingers in his hair, tugging his head back revealing his neck. A whimper fell from him. Your eyes lit up at the noise he made. Not thinking he was the type for whimpering. You pressed your lips to his neck, sucking and kissing at the soft flesh. Leaving purple marks all over his neck. Mark moaned meekly. Eyes squinted shut, enjoying the feeling of you.

"I didn't know sounds like this would come out of you, Detective," you whispered in his ear. Walking around the chair, his lust blown eyes tracking your every move. You gripped the arms of the chair, leaning down to be nose to nose with him. Lips mere inches apart. Soft, desperate eyes stared into yours. His lips slightly parted as he stared at the bit of cleavage that showed through your tank top. Your finger led his gaze up to your eyes. "I'll keep looking where I want," Mark smirked as his eyes fell back to your chest.

Your lip twitched. There was the asshole Mark you knew.

You wrapped your hand around his thick neck, manicured nails digging into his soft flesh. A loud moan falling from him, vibrating your hand. Blue eyes meeting yours. "Good boy," you grinned. His eyes fluttered with your words, the pet name clearly to his liking. You planted a sweet kiss against his plump lips. His body chased yours as you pulled away. His eyebrows furrowed.

Your fingers tugged at the tie around his collar. Loosening the knot and pulling it from his neck. Small breaths fell from Mark as your fingers found the buttons on his shirt. Undoing them one by one until you were on your knees in front of him. The last button directly above his belt buckle. Sensual eyes glancing up at him. Slightly hunched as he stared slack jawed at you. You bit at your lip as you stared at the outline of his hardening member through his slacks. Placing a soft kiss on it, pulling a groan from Mark.

"You want me to..."

"YES" Mark interrupted you. His face flush from his clear excitement.

You smirked up at him. Sitting back on your legs and straightening your back. "Awfully eager. I wanna hear you beg for it," you teased him.

Mark rolled his eyes, throwing his head around with them. Ignoring you as he pushed his lips together. A slight twitch on his brow. You frustrated him, but that's what made it fun. His brow told you he was not going to play along with you. You sat with a look of waiting on your face.

Mark wrapped his thick legs around you. Trapping you in his grasp against his groin. You shot a look of frustration up at him. “This is not how you’re going to get your way with me,” you gritted your teeth. A deep chuckle escaped him. You were beyond annoyed with him. "Please, Y/N," he began, "I need you to..."

You grinned ear to ear. "Need me to what, Mark?"

"Need you to touch me," he admitted.

Your hands undid his belt, pulling it through all the loops and throwing it behind you. Staring as you watched his cock grow harder as you toyed with the button of his pants. Pulling the zipper down and pulling his clothed cock from his pants. Mark's legs quivered with your touch his head thrown back loving the feeling. You placed an open mouthed kiss on him. His boxers already damp with his pre-cum. You traced his member with the tip of your finger. Loving how his cock would twitch when you would hit that certain spot he liked.

"Are you just going to play with me or fuck me already?" Mark groaned with a roll of his hips.

You cocked an eyebrow up at him, "No patience at all." You wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him through his boxers. His body jerked at the sudden friction, eyes widening as he looked down at you. "Oh fuck," he moaned bucking into your hand.

"You better quit moving or I will stop all together," you gritted your teeth. Wanting to be the one taking care of things on your own terms. Mark's body froze, a shaky breath escaping him. Swallowing heavy as his face contorting in pleasure.

"There you go, pretty boy. Let me take care of you for a bit," you kissed the tip of his cock. Licking over the moist fabric feeling the slit on his head through it. You twisted your wrist around his throbbing member.

Pulling away and rising to your feet suddenly. An angry grunt coming from Mark at the loss of contact. You leaned over, freeing his cock from its confines. The cold air making him jump. You licked your lips at the sight of him.

"Please. I need you," Mark's eyes were squinted shut. Cock throbbing and leaking, begging you to come take care of him. You slowly stripped your lower half down, stepping out of your pants and panties. His mouth was agape at the sight of your bare pussy. Practically drooling, his eyes unable to look away from you. You strutted over to him, straddling his lap. His arms fighting with the confines, instinctively wanting to caress your curves. A mild look of frustration painted him now.

You grabbed his cock by the base, sinking down on the hard member. Mark's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Any prior frustration washing away. Lost in how you engulfed him. You hopped up and down on him, his thick cock stretching you perfectly. Watching how his face contorted with every movement of you. Moans poured from his sweet lips. Curses and your name gambled together.

Both of you lost in ecstasy for a moment. Mark's eyes found their place on your chest, watching your breasts bounce with your thrusts. Hooded eyes begged to be buried in them. He leaned forward, his face finding itself in your cleavage. Lips kissing and biting at the tender flesh. Your hands tangled in his hair holding him against you. Teeth grazing your nipple through your shirt. Your head thrown back as you fucked him. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

"You gonna cum in me? Gonna fill me up? I want you inside me, pretty boy. Come on, I know you can do it," you encouraged him. Speeding up your motions, his hips meeting your thrusts half way. You felt your walls contorting around him, his head hitting a perfect spot inside you. The friction of his pelvis against your clit edging you along.

"We can do it together. Come on, Mark. Be a good boy for me and cum," you purred. Your walls spasmed with each smack of hips. Mark nodded aggressively, "I'll do anything for you. Promise I'll do it for you. Fuck, please, Y/N. Feels so fucking good."

"Good boy. Fill me up," you kissed his lips. Sharing in your moaning as you felt your orgasm rip through you. Walls milking his cock. Mark's hips buckled up flush against you as he came inside you. Small erratic thrusts as he finished. Lips kissed through your highs. Your hands held both sides of his face, foreheads pressed together. You felt his cum and your slick pooling around the base of his cock. You remained in your same position.

Mark smiled breathing heavily. It was not often a smile painted his face so genuinely. You enjoyed seeing him so happy.

"Did I earn getting out?"

"Of course you did, handsome."

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[END]

// Thank you for reading! This is only my second work for Mark Hoffman and I would love to write more about him. If you want to be tagged in the future, please let me know. Requests are always open! //

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[chosowarmer]

Choso x Tailor!Reader [18+]

transgender!man choso [non-op] ; transgender!male reader ; semi-public sex ; nipple play ; eating out ; fingering ; 3.7k wc

After getting lost in the boutique, Choso is a bit relieved when you come and introduce yourself as a guide of sorts for the place. After helping him pick out clothes and complimenting him, he can't help but wonder what the odd feeling in his chest was and why he wanted to meet you again so bad.

A/N: took a break from a nanami fic to write about choso !! i love him so bad

“Agh…. Yuji…”

Choso watched as Yuji waddled off with his friends, leaving his older brother behind. He had never been to this boutique before and it was pretty vast. Every aisle looked the same to him, and it felt impossible to navigate.

Still holding the shopping basket Yuji had handed him, Choso turned his attention back to the line of hung clothes in front of him. Maybe he could try to keep looking himself and by the time he was done, his little brother would be back to help him out. 

With a huff, he sifted through the garments, thinking of which ones may be a good fit for him. Although, most of what he found didn’t appeal to him at all, and the ones that did weren’t even a proper size for him. 

After pulling out another shirt with a weird graphic on it, he clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed. With his little brother still not back yet he takes to wandering the aisles, hoping to find his way out. Every sign seemed to only direct him towards another clothing section for him to explore which was mildly nice to pick out things he liked, he would’ve much preferred to be out of here already. After walking past the shoes department for what felt like the third time in a row and growing more frustrated, he jumped in surprise at hearing a sudden voice behind him. 

“Hi there, sir, is there anything I can help you with today?” 

You had been watching him walking back and forth, muttering something under his breath like he was lost or something. Most other days, you’d leave customers like that alone unless they came to bother you directly, but you were having a good day today and he was pretty cute; might as well get a chance away from folding clothes to talk to an attractive guy. 

He eyed you wearily, holding the clothes in his arms closer to him. You tilted your head, a polite smile still on your face but now slightly confused from this guy’s silence. Maybe you should’ve kept to folding and putting clothes away and let him stay lost. 

You’re ready to excuse yourself when he finally says something.

“Who are you?”

Ah? That’s what had him so quiet? You bite your tongue, still keeping to your polite mannerisms lest your boss reprimand you. You wave a hand in front of your name tag that sat right above the boutique’s logo in plain sight.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that, sir, I should’ve introduced myself first,” Even if it was obvious you worked there, “I’m Y/n, I'm the tailor's apprentice here. I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, and thought to stop and ask if you needed any assistance.”

He squints at you, the mark across his face slightly creasing. It’d be more endearing if this conversation were going the way you had wanted it to. 

“You were watching me?”

Okay, yeah, now you were really regretting not minding your own business.

“No, no, sir, I’m sorry if it seemed like that! As an employee here, I’m just trained to spot any lost customers and guide them. You are lost, aren’t you?”

Thankfully for you, this seems to alleviate some of the concerns he had about you as he nods, scratching his neck. 

“Oh.. yeah. I think I am, I was trying to find the way out of here, but…” 

He trails off, looking away, but you get what he means. The regular customers know their way around here, but for any newcomers, it’s pretty confusing. You haven’t seen anyone like him before, and it’s not like your co-workers have mentioned a guy like him coming in here. You flash a smile.

“Of course, sir, follow me.”

As he walks alongside you, you remember the clothes he’s holding in his arms. You weren’t sure if he had bought those yet, considering he was still lost all the way here, but it would be pretty ugly to assume he didn’t if he actually did…

“Oh, and did you need a bag for those, by the way, sir?”

You nod towards the garments in his hand, which makes him frown. 

“Ah… mm… No, I should put these back.”

“Oh! Did you change your mind?”

He nods, giving a frustrated huff, “My brother was helping me look for new clothes, ‘n after he left, I tried to pick out new ones too, but I don’t think I like any of them.”

You should just walk him to the exit and send him on his way. Especially after the earlier awkward conversation. But…

You glance back at him; he was still pretty cute, and whatever hostility he had earlier seems to have gone away or at least faded. If you went about it right, maybe you could get his number out of this…

“Oh, well, if you’d like, I’d love to assist you in picking out new clothes, if you’re still interested in shopping here.”

He blinks before thinking it over, muttering to himself, “I do need some new clothes.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, I’d… find that helpful, thank you.”

“Of course.”

.♡. 

“You think it’s nice?”

Having exited from the small dressing room, Choso examined himself in the mirror before turning to you for your opinion, seeing as you were an expert in clothing to him. 

You had already helped him pick out some casual clothing to wear; a few plain shirts that hugged his torso, lightweight bottoms that shaped his legs. He really was a handsome man, you realize while fitting him; if you were a proper tailor, you would’ve loved to have him as a model. 

He was pretty compliant with most of the clothes you chose for him, though for whatever reason, he continually doubted if he looked as good as you told him he did. You click your tongue walking up behind him, as you pat out wrinkles. You had him in a fine two-piece vest suit, similarly colored to the gi he had shown up in earlier. 

“Absolutely,” you hold up an arm of his as you straighten out the fabric, “If you don’t mind me speaking plainly, I think you’re a fine man, I don’t see why you should doubt that, sir.”

“...Oh.. Really?”

You glance at his face in the mirror, noticing the pink tent on his cheeks. You smirk faintly, it was always so cute to watch the guys you dress crumple at your words. Typically, you weren’t that interested in them, but this guy…

“Positively. Your body alone is quite handsome, if I may. Strong shoulders, a muscular build, powerful arms, even your hands, may I?” You had taken the time to lightly hold each part of his figure to emphasize your point and now took his hand in your gloved ones as you carefully knead over the calloused palm. It wasn’t too rough like a laborer’s would be, but they did look as if they had seen their share of rugged work. Maybe he was a sorcerer?

“Though to be perfectly honest, I’m no professional tailor or anything, just an apprentice, so my word may not hold much in terms of proficiency,” you move to adjust his hair, letting it relax as you undo his ponytails, noting how his eyes blink away to avoid yours, “But I do hope you take my words as fact when I say, you are one beautiful man.”

You flash a formal grin at him in the mirror, fixing his collar before taking a step back from him. He let his arms fall back down to his sides, as he fiddles with the cuffs. The blush on his face and ears almost rivaled the eye shadow around his eyes, contrasting the aloof expression he usually sported.

“I see, thanks.”

You smile, patting his shoulder as you gesture for him to change back to his original clothes while you gather the new ones he plans on buying. 

“It was lovely helping you today, sir, why don’t you change then I’ll help you upfront?”

.♡. 

After you sent him off with his purchases, you honestly weren’t expecting to see him again, or at least, not the very next day. 

Although, he wasn’t alone, being accompanied by a younger teen pointing at you.

“That’s who you wanted to see, Choso? That guy hanging clothes?”

“Mm, thank you, brother.”

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna be at the store next over, so you can meet me there when you’re done here.” The younger teen waves to you, before heading off and out the door. A sly smile grows on your face as the man from yesterday makes his way up to you, noticing he was wearing one of the casual shirts you had picked out for him.

Setting down the hanger in your hands, you give him your full attention, “It’s nice to see you again, sir. Is everything alright?”

He nods, his eyes on your hands before moving back up to you, “I was hoping to find some new clothes today.”

“Oh? You weren’t happy with yesterday’s purchase?” you tilt your head, a hidden smile in your voice.

“No, I was! I just… mm..” He pauses, trying to think of how to explain this. You decide to give him a break, smiling warmly at him as you pat his shoulder and gesture to the dressing room.

“I think I understand what you’re trying to say, sir. How about you head on over to the fitting room and I’ll be right with you, hm?” 

A light red tint brushes his ears as he nods weakly before moving; you turn on your heel, already certain what you’d pick out.

.♡. 

“It really is a pleasure to see you again - move your leg here - especially so soon.”

You had picked out a silky dress pants and shirt for him; a modest number of petite jewels adorning the legs and collar, laced sleeves, and an open chest window. It was a personal project you had been working on yourself with the extra fabric you’d get around the store, and it wasn’t nearly finished but it was satisfying to have someone model besides yourself. 

On one knee, you knelt by his leg, carefully tailoring the pant leg to fit him. You hummed to yourself, pretending to not notice the choked gasps that left him every time you let a hold his leg or run your fingers along the fabric. 

“As I’ve already said, this is just a pet project of mine, you won’t be buying it, but if you’re enjoying it, maybe I will see you again?” You glance up at him with a smile, playfully ignorant of your hand resting on his thigh just right below his groin. 

Choso can’t even breathe as his eyes meet yours. He wasn’t exactly sure of what he wanted from you when he came back, he just knew he wanted to meet the charming tailor’s apprentice again. The words he spoke, the way his hands had glided across the cursed spirit’s body so gracefully; it made Choso’s head spin, feelings he had never felt before surfacing in his chest. 

He imagined the many different ways the day would play out as he touched himself the night before. Letting his hand slowly float down his happy trail to his pussy, trying to replicate your mannerisms, but to no avail. Your refined voice playing in his head like an orgasmic melody, as his breath grew heavier and heavier, kneading his sensitive dick. Finally letting a finger slip in, curling up as he tries to take it as painstakingly slow as you probably would. But none of it is like you, he knows, even after getting himself to cum on his fingers, he still ached for your touch on his skin again. 

He just had to see that enchanting man again.

But now that he was actually here again, with you touching him like this, speaking so softly, it was like you put a spell on him. He gulped, remembering you had asked him something, though not at all remembering what it specifically was. 

“Choso-san?”

You tilt your head, trying to hold back a laugh though, letting a chuckle escape as you stifle it with your hand. While the dazed expression on his tinted face was endearing, you did actually want to hear him speak.

Rising to your feet, you gently tap his cheek, garnering a surprised “Ah!” out of him as he realizes how quiet he’s been. 

“Sorry, what did you ask?”

“Oh, you forgot already?”

You hum, sounding like music in Choso’s ears, as you let your gloved hand slide down to his neck before resting on his exposed chest. You meet his eyes with a smirk.

“Do you need a reminder, sir?”

.♡. 

You weren’t preparing for this exact scenario, but nonetheless, you were more than overjoyed for it to be the case. You silently thanked yourself for choosing to tailor him in the more prestigious dressing room the store had to offer, considering it was not only bigger but had a small table for laying down clothes, fabric, and other things. 

Like cute, two-ponytailed guys.

Choso bit his knuckle, trying to stifle his heavy panting as you traced a finger along his Adam’s apple, feeling his pulse quicken with your touch. You lean down, pulling him in for a kiss, as you let your other hand rest just above his chest. 

“Is this okay?” You inquire,  pulling away from his neck, eliciting a whine from him as he nods up at you, guiding your hand onto his breast. 

“Y/n…!” 

With a soft smile, you indulge him, massaging and squeezing while still layering pecks and kisses along his collarbone. He moans in your ear, grabbing hold of your shirt when you let a thumb run over his nipple. 

“I’m sure you’ve never had service like this before, hm? Never had someone kiss you like this, touch your chest like this?” 

Choso shakes his head, grip tightening with a mewl as you move your head lower, biting his soft tissue before licking over the mark. You continue this seemingly endless loop of biting and licking over and over, before finally giving some attention to his hard nipples. Letting your tongue lap over the sensitive buds has Choso a mess. Tears prick in his eyes, as he moans your name, trying to squeeze his thighs together. You don’t let him, though, as you hold his legs open with your other hand, watching him whine pitifully as he rolled his hips from your touch.

“Aht, aht. I don’t see why you should be rushing, aren’t you enjoying this pace?” A smirk evident in your voice, and it drives Choso crazy. You were so charismatic but so infuriating with how lightly you touched him and how leisurely you went about with him. He rolled his hips again, both out of need and in hopes you’d finally touch him. Instead, you tut your tongue, strengthening your hold on his thigh. 

“So impatient... Why don’t you go ahead and tell me exactly what it is you want?”

It feels like his brain’s been reduced to mush as you run your tongue over his nipple again, another whine leaving his lips. He could easily press his thighs together if he wanted, but the way you held his legs open and controlled his movements had his head spinning as he bit his lip. He couldn’t think straight at all as you tapped his thigh to bring him down to Earth.

Right, you asked him a question. A question he didn’t even remember hearing if he was honest. He moaned again, rocking his hips. 

“Haah… Please… y/n…♡”

You let your hand slide down his thigh to the zipper on his crotch, pulling it down as you exposed his pussy to the air. 

You bite your lip, feeling blood rise to your cheeks. “No underwear?” you murmur to yourself. Did he take it off after changing? Or maybe he didn’t wear any at all today? Was he hoping you’d fuck him? Just excited? Fuck, and he was already so wet, just look at him. All for you. 

You jolt a bit as Choso pulls on your shirt, moaning your name in the lewdest tone, trying to get you closer to him, to touch him. You pull him in for a kiss, your hand behind his head as you keep him close, desperate to deepen it. Choso groans, returning the kiss as he parts his lips for you, wrapping his strong legs around you now that you were closer.

Inviting your tongue into his mouth, you trail your hand down his chest to his needy cunt, letting your thumb rub over the head of his stubby cock. He closes his eyes, moaning into the kiss as his legs press tighter around you. As his dick grows wetter in your hand, you pull from the kiss with a gasp before moving down to replace your hand with your mouth. 

“Y- Ah! ❤︎ Puh-please, pleeease! Haah… hah♡!!”

He grinds on your face as you suck slowly, so frustratingly slow. He fucks himself senseless, with this being more than he could’ve imagined even if you were teasing him. His breathing grows heavier as you begin to suck faster and harder on his cock, increasing your pace with every lewd whine that leaves him. His hand grips the back of your head when you give his dick one last suck, seeing stars as he comes right into your mouth. 

It was better than anything he could’ve imagined last night, you were taking such good care of him right now, all he could do was blubber his words, begging for more. The way you touched him, and spoke to him, it was like he was drunk off of you alone. You found it adorable; if only the two of you were at your studio, you would’ve loved to fuck him senseless with your strap, seeing him dazed out of his mind like this. No matter, there was always next time, but for now…

Not giving him a chance to recuperate, you move back up his body to suck on his sensitive nipple as you let a gloved hand slide over his wet cunt. He brings his knuckle back to his mouth to smother his lewd whines, but you pull it away with a tsk.

“Haah…haah.. I want to hear you… don’t even think of hiding that gorgeous voice.”

The tint on his face deepens as he nods, his cock twitching at your words. His noisy whines fill the dressing room as you return to sucking on his nipple, slipping a finger into his needy cunt. You curl your finger up, slowly fingering him as you feel for something. You smirk when Choso screams, throwing his head back as his thighs tremble around you, having found that sensitive bud. 

He’s a babbling mess as he begs for you to add another finger to him, move faster, touch him there gain, anything! You oblige happily, curling another gloved finger into him as he soaks the fabric through. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you increase your pace, plunging your fingers in and out of him, nothing but the sound of squelching and his mewling in the room. 

“Mm.. haah..! CUH-close, so hah… close…♡!”

His thighs tremble pathetically as he gasps when you remove your fingers from his pussy, ready to beg for them back before almost crying out in pleasure as you thrust your tongue deep into his cunt. 

You drink him in, lapping up his sensitive cock before diving your tongue between his folds. His sensitive walls press around you as fuck him crazy with your mouth. As he presses your face deeper between his increasingly shaky legs, you know he’s close as you toy with his cock with your hand.

“Oh! ♡ Mm- Muh.. ah…!! ♡ Haah… M’ gonna…. y/n…! I… HAAH..♡♡..  AH ❤︎!!”

The stimulation is all too much for the poor spirit as he cums hard, his legs locking to keep you there as you continue to tongue-fuck him through his orgasm, eliciting more lewd whines and moans out of him from the overstimulation. Finally, his twitching legs relax as he pants, tears at the corners of his eyes. You pull yourself from his pussy, kissing his thighs. He moans softly as you run your hand over the hickeys on his breasts, kissing each one gently as you hold him. He sighs pleasurably as you peck each one, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips on his chest once again. 

When you pull away, he’s still panting trying to catch his breath a bit as you kiss his cheek. You smile down at him, pulling off your stained glove as you speak, “And how do you feel, sir?”

He feels heat rise to the tips of his ears, suddenly feeling shy as he comes down from his high, “Good.. I.. It was exactly what I was wanting..”

“Oh?” You take your bare hand to cup his face, “Exactly what you wanted, you say? So I can guess you’re satisfied then?”

He’s blushing, he can feel it. He glances down at his decorated body, how you absolutely ravished him, how your fingers alone had him coming. But he also catches sight of the wet patch on your pants and gulps, feeling his cock twitch.

“I want that again. But I want to make you feel good, too.”

You raise an eyebrow; that was a first, usually the guys you played around with always left you high and dry, leaving without much of a thank you or anything. You tilt your head, smiling teasingly.

“Well, usually I like to be wined and dined before getting ate out, but I suppose if you insist…”

“I can do that! Where do you want to go?”

You almost laugh in surprise; you were only teasing, yet he was so serious about taking you out. It was… touching. And cute. So he wasn’t only just attractive, he was thoughtful too. You were going to love him.

You press a kiss onto his lips before pulling away before it got out of hand, “How about you go change, and I’ll have an answer when you’re out?”

He nods, heading for the small changing door, before stopping and turning to you, a light tint on his that accented his cute mark, “You can just say Choso. You don’t have to call me sir.”

The smile on your face beams, “Alright, Choso.”

[that-disabled-princess]

Prompt from @hoothalcyon: "the stages of runaan opening up to ethari enough to start to unmask"

The quickest way to a man's heart is infodumping.

Tags: neurodivergent ruthari, disabled ruthari, getting together, first dates, infodumping, tiny bit of angst

~~

Ethari said yes to a date with him. Ethari Ethari. The craftsman apprentice. 

Runaan paces his bedroom as he chooses his outfit, a pile of discarded clothes slowly growing on his bed.

Style over comfort, wouldn’t want to make a bad impression. The knee support sleeve will do today instead of the brace. Don’t forget your compression gloves.

Don’t stim. Keep your hands still when talking. Be polite. Make eye contact. Watch your tone; Lain is always reminding you of that one.

Lain was the one who introduced Runaan to Ethari in the first place. He and Tiadrin knew him from a project they did together, and invited him into their friend group. Runaan was wary of the change, but his friends said nothing but good things about Ethari, so Runaan was willing to give the change a try.

And now they’re going on an actual date.

He doesn’t know enough about Ethari to feel comfortable unmasking. So far, they only interact when Runaan goes to him for weapons, or when Ethari comes down to the training field to make notes.

Don’t fidget with your cane. And whatever you do, do not infodump.

Taking a deep breath, Runaan pulls on the clothes he’s decided on—a long-sleeve blue crop top and pants with thigh slits—and throws open his door. 

He grabs his cane and bag, and leaves for his date.

~

The date is going well. Runaan smiles and nods as Ethari talks about his work, interjecting in all the right places. He can’t talk about his work. Ethari wouldn’t stay if he remembered he could lose Runaan at any moment. If he realized he would have to risk heartbreak every day.

Besides, murder isn’t exactly a romantic first date topic.

Ethari laughs at something Runaan says about magical gems, and Runaan smiles, subconsciously wiggling his hips a little.

“What’s your favorite type of gem to work with?”

“Oh, how could I pick? They’re all so good for different things and have so many different uses! Some are better for weaponry” —Ethari winks at Runaan, who blushes— “others are better for home items, and others still are good for adding something extra to jewelry! And that’s not to mention their magical properties! My favorite would have to be ocean aquamarines, though; they’re harder to come by around here, but produce the most beautiful magic. Moon and ocean magic work so well together—I mean, the moon and the ocean themselves work in harmony! I’d love to get my hands on a rock from the moon one day...”

Runaan is full-on stimming now, rocking back and forth, recognizing this as infodumping.

Moon, that’s attractive.

“What would you do with a moon rock?”

“I would compare it to a moon opal and see how it reacts with it. And see how my arcanum reacts to it, that would be fascinating! If we can connect to the moon when it’s thousands of miles away, imagine how we would react if we had a piece of it right here with us! Imagine the magical properties!”

Ethari pauses, struggling to catch his breath. He’s breathing heavily as he reaches into his bag for what Runaan recognizes as something that helps check your heart rate.

He isn’t the only one with an emergency medical bag.

For the first time, Runaan also notices the cane resting by Ethari’s feet.

All the revelations about Ethari today make Runaan feel more comfortable. He relaxes as he realizes that Ethari is just like him.

~

They drag out the walk back to Runaan’s place as long as their bodies let them, Runaan infodumping about moonstriders.

They’re holding hands. Runaan’s heart flutters every time Ethari runs his thumb along the back of his hand. 

“Moonstriders are amazing creatures, aren’t they?”

“They are! And they’re fiercely loyal once you bond with them.”

Runaan blinks when he realizes they’ve reached his house. He turns to Ethari. 

“Thank you for walking me home. I would love to do this again.”

“Me too! Same time next week?”

Runaan smiles. “Sure.”

He rocks back and forth, unable to express what he wants. He’s not even sure what he wants.

Ethari lets go of Runaan’s hand and raises his hand to Runaan’s face, watching him for any sign of hesitation.

“Can I kiss you?”

Runaan answers by leaning in, Ethari meeting him halfway as Runaan slides his arm around Ethari’s waist. Their canes clink together, and Runaan drops his to bring his second hand up to Ethari’s neck.

It’s a chaste kiss, soft. Runaan moans softly when Ethari’s thumb brushes his ear.

Runaan only draws back when Ethari starts swaying where he stands.

“Are you alright?”

“Um...” His eyes are unfocused as he brings his hand from Runaan’s cheek to his temple. “I... need to sit down.”

“Come inside. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Okay.”

Runaan picks up his cane and unlocks his front door, letting Ethari in.

[verecunda]

Not Quite At First Sight

Hey! I wrote a thing! Just a wee triple drabble, based on some thoughts I had today, but it's a nice to have written something, at least. :D

Celebrimbor/Female!Narvi, 300 words. Also on AO3.

~

If you squeezed her arm, Narvi would probably have to say that she loved him from the first. Not quite at first sight, no. Celebrimbor was beautiful, of course, but so were all Elves. And after little more than an hour in Ost-in-Edhil, all that unrelenting beauty was becoming quite wearisome. No, it came a little later. After the formal greetings were done and the lordly ones had exchanged pleasantries, King Durin motioned her forward. “Permit me to introduce Narvi daughter of Farli, Mistress of the Stonemasons’ Company — and the very best stone-carver Khazad-dûm has ever brought forth.” “At your service, my lord,” said Narvi, bowing low. Even as she spoke, the Lord of Hollin turned astonished eyes upon her, and she could not help but feel a little tremor of apprehension. She had heard a rumour once — she had no notion how true — that few Elven-women took up stonecraft as a calling, even among the Crafty Ones (Noldor, was that the right name?) — and she wondered if he disapproved. She raised her chin, defying him to say anything. But in the same moment, Celebrimbor had caught her hand between both of his and was shaking it vigorously, his bright eyes aglow with enthusiasm. “Mistress Narvi! I am honoured indeed by this meeting! Do you know, my grandmother worked in stone — she does still, I imagine — and I always hope to encourage more of the maiden apprentices to try it themselves. I am sure you would be an inspiration to them — I believe it was your work I saw at the Dimrill Stair —” So he went on, chattering away like a meltwater stream, all ceremony forgotten, and all the assembled nobles very nearly so, talking warmly about craft and carving and inspiration and — Well! After that, nobody else would do.

[sepublic]

I’ve seen some people interpret the cycle of Screecher’s Reach as about the Sith Mother finding an apprentice, training and corrupting her, before eventually throwing her aside for someone newer and shinier. And while this is indeed fucked up, the cave carvings paint a different picture... Kudos to @tremendouskoalachild for this image;

We have the Ghost initially standing taller, bigger than the Sith Mother, who is short by comparison; Almost like a child... And the Sith are infamous for the Rule of Two, in which the apprentice overthrows the master before getting their own student, to begin anew; This is how the Sith are portrayed and elaborated upon in the Prequels, by George Lucas. Lucas was also the one who introduced the common Sith trait of blazing golden eyes, which Cartoon Saloon ran with as the universal depiction of the Sith, and thus something to really focus on and highlight.

My point is, I don’t think the tragedy is that the Sith Mother used and disposed of the Ghost; Rather, she was just like Daal... A child, probably lonely and scared and miserable, whom the Ghost took advantage of and trained. The Ghost harnessed the Sith Mother’s rage and fear until she became befitting of that title, and then as the Rule of Two goes, the Sith Mother overthrew her mentor. But instead of killing her, perhaps because she failed and/or didn’t see it worth the effort to finish off an opponent she clearly proved her superiority towards, the Sith Mother let her mentor survive in the cave.

The trajectory for Daal is to be an abandoned, disheveled crone like the Ghost; But not because of the Sith Mother, not directly at least. Rather, I think the story has set things up so the Sith Mother will take that pitiful place next, no thanks to Daal; And then Daal will recruit an apprentice, and they’ll reduce her to nothing. The Sith Mother is arguably a victim like Daal, just as doomed, just as self-destructive as all Sith are; She knows how the Rule of Two works, she did her part to play it, and she’s still going to keep doing it, eyes wide and ablaze and facing forward, without looking back.

There’s something terrifying about that cycle of abuse; The Sith Mother was no more a manipulative mastermind than her mentor the Ghost. And she’ll be just as much of a defeated, pitiful wretch, just as Daal will be just as much of a treacherous apprentice, an indoctrinating abuser; And so forth... Daal IS a victim. But the way things are headed, she’ll be just as much of a manipulative abuser as the Sith Mother, too, enticing another Daal to go through the same dark path while smiling and telling her she passed.

And that’s so much scarier than there just being one corrupting monster who has it all figured out, in my opinion; Even the Sith Mother isn’t safe, despite all she trampled on to get to this point. This whole path truly is for nothing, and when the Sith Mother is killed dying and screaming, it won’t be satisfying.

[fowlblue]

Got back into making edgy battle cat OCs so… introducing Spiresnare, the young healer of Mossclan, and his… friends from the ‘other side’. A suspicious-looking bunch, aren’t they?

(little bit more lore beneath the cut)

Spiresnare has his eyes on another cat in his clan, Rattlebone, his good friend from back in their apprentice days. However, he struggles to find a way to get his attention, as Rattle is a brooding, haunted tom who spends most of his time lost in his own thoughts. He’s a warrior well-known for sniffing out trouble, which leaves him picking up after most of the clan’s problems.

So, Spiresnare turns to his other friends- ghostly cats from the Dark Forest (cat hell), who he’s been close with his entire life (he lacks a connection with Starclan, and has no family left within his clan). They advise him to begin causing disasters within the territory, a spiraling murder mystery that Rattlebone with undoubtably have to solve, giving them the unknowing back-and-forth of a killer and detective- Spiresnare can even help him ‘solve’ the crimes!

So, heeding their words, he begins to do just that.

Other details of note:

- Spiresnare is clumsy and, on his own, incapable of defeating a properly-trained warrior- to get around this, he allows himself to be temporarily possessed by his Dark Forest mentors so they can do so through him. The added benefit of this is that he has no memory of these events, keeping him from blurting out the wrong thing at the wrong time.

- There is another cat in his wicked little found family- Sheepstar, pseudo-leader of the Dark Forest. She was the first to meet him, and the one his closest with. She is like a mother to him and fiercely protective- you’ll see her eventually >:)

- Each of his Dark Forest friends is coded after a particular entity from The Magnus Archives, and is responsible for various horrible crimes in the histories of the clans:

• Waxenbramble was a small, frail cat who decided to win a war against an opposing clan by setting their territory alight- the fire spread and many were killed. When confronted, she cursed her clan for condemning her, and leapt at her leader- she was then killed and woke up in the Dark Forest.

• Honeyheather was a healer of Mossclan from many, many moons ago- soft-furred and sweet-tongued, they were admired for their gentle soul- this compassion, however, had a dark side. When Honeyheather encountered injuries and sickness he could not heal, his patients would disappear- missing, that is, until his nearby ‘apiary’ was discovered. In the Dark Forest, they are known by some as ‘The Beekeeper’.

• Garwhisker was an older tom from a rival clan who was, unbeknownst to others, obsessed with the concept of the ‘perfect predator’, an unbeatable hunter- he observed the hunting tactics of other carnivores, experimented, changed methods and chased creatures of all kinds. But it still was not enough, and he turned his teeth and claws to his own kind to hone his skills further. There are rumors he even allied himself with creatures of other species, learning to speak their tongue as easily as his own.

• Boarpaw was a young apprentice when they died- violent and raging even as a kit, their strength grew with them, to the point they lacked the means to control it… if they ever would have to begin with. Boarpaw excelled in fighting alone, and never pulled a blow. In time, the other apprentices grew to fear their quiet, hollow-eyed peer, and refused to spar alone with them. Their mentors found themselves at a loss. A pity for them, it was, when three were set to spar against them at once and, in quick succession, Boarpaw killed them.

• Heavypebble was a quiet, mysterious, but dutiful warrior of Mossclan. However, he began having visions of holes opening beneath the ground, bones and bodies and the like, after he was forced to bury his mate when she perished from sickness. Over time, he seemed to become obsessed with the earth beneath his feet, finally snapping one day in a storm and fleeing to his mate’s grave, digging and digging desperately in an attempt to reach her- and yet, he found nothing, the hole deepening as he went. When a clanmate attempted to stop him, he dragged them in with him as the earth collapsed.

[auroramoon-draws16]

Yo, it’s late, I got a dentist appointment later today, so I’ll keep this real short, aight?

The Crossover Bar AU

I haven’t actually gone into depth into what everyone’s role is at the Bar, but I imagine it’s like the Casino Cups AU (a Cuphead AU where Cuphead and Mugman work at the Devil’s Casino) except it’s just a bar, no actual gambling (unless you count game nights with Poker and shit)

Desmond owns the bar and runs it, when Clay first showed up he helped Des welcome newcomers in before getting bored and after finding some games in a random closet upstairs, he hence forth became known as the Game Master. He runs Game Nights, but doesn’t always pick the game after the Uno fiasco.

Then the Ancestors, one by one they appeared, the usual suspects like Altair, Ezio, and Connor (+ Haytham and Edward), but then the others that Desmond don’t know also arrive. They sort of act as security, but are pretty chill for the most part, getting used to this weird “after life” shit.

Desmond and Clay introduced them to modern shit, and when other people from other dimensions, multiverses, and timelines started visiting, suddenly the bar was an actual running establishment. So the Assassins took up different jobs, mostly out of wanting to help/something to do.

You can guess which on your own.

None of them know who the Apprentice or the Reader are, but the Reader doesn’t visit all that much and the Apprentice enjoys the chaos, so they don’t mind them all that much.

[graysparrowao3]

Rolan's Letters to Lorroakan

Letter 1 of 4

For the attention of the office of the Archmage Lorroakan,

Allow me to introduce myself. I, Rolan of Elturel, am in possession of considerable magical talent, and seek to identify a mentor who may assist my pursuit of expanding both my knowledge and capacity for arcane arts.

To that end, I pen this request with the intent to put myself forth for consideration in instruction in the arcane arts, specifically the acquisition of spells and manipulation of the Weave. In addition, I am looking to acquire access to the library of resources housed within the Tower.

In return, I offer dedication and commitment in apprenticing myself to the renowned Archmage himself. I have conducted my own research into spell construction, can demonstrate skill in casting a variety of powerful magics, and enjoy ambition in abundance. I would prove a worthy and valuable scholar within this partnership.

I look forward to receiving your response to this opportunity.

Sincerely,                                                                         

Rolan

Letter 2 of 4

To the desk of Archmage Lorroakan,

I endeavor that this letter reaches you, written by the hand of the wizard Rolan. The purpose of this correspondence is to enquire into the opportunity of accepting an apprenticeship as an arcane scholar under your esteemed tutelage.

Were I to be positioned as your apprentice, you can be assured that you would have a student of exceptional capability, who both recognizes your skill and acclaim and has the wherewithal to match it. I would be most grateful for the opportunity both to learn from such an admired expert in the field and to have access to his same resources.

If I may provide more information in service of your decision, do make it known. I await your determination on this matter.

Sincerely,

Rolan

Letter 3 of 4

Archmage Lorroakan, Master of Ramazith’s Tower in Baldur’s Gate

I am a wizard of emergent proficiency, and write with the purpose that you might accept me as an apprentice.

Few can match you, in magic or in talent, and in me you would find an assistant without comparison. One who would revere your masterful command of the Weave and would prove to a most attentive and dutiful student. One of such a discerning nature that they would not settle for a lesser mentor than yourself. I trust that these letters serve as evidence of my commitment to both my pursuit of arcane power and to your service.

I am eager to receive your judgement regarding this arrangement.

Sincerely,

Rolan

Letter 4 of 4

Dear Master Lorroakan,

It was an expected honour to receive your accepting response to my most recent letter, and I look forward to learning from both your experience and your extensive collection of literature.

Allow me to dissuade any doubt and guarantee that you have selected a student of unparalleled perseverance. As your student, there is no challenge to which I will not rise, no cost I am not resolved to pay. You shall find no weakness in your apprentice, of that I can assure you. This chance shall not be wasted. Know that nothing will impede me from presenting to you in Baldur’s Gate in a timely manner. Nothing. You have my word.

Sincerely,

Your Apprentice, Rolan

[bonefall]

do the cats in your AU have any sort of unique games? i remember in one of your posts about the Aftergathering you mentioned something along those lines called 'scratchstone,' are there any others?

They do! Making a big entry on games is on my very long todo list

So far:

SCRATCHSTONE: a grid-based strategy game, so named because in the past, it would be 'scratched' into the dirt and played with stones. Fernstripe is very good at this game.

Untitled Song Game: ShadowClan plays a round game very similar to the Mari Llwyd game, if you know about that. The idea is that you sing back and forth, making rhyming excuses, until one of you loses. It's like wit-based rock/paper/scissors, and used to decide minor disputes.

"I WAS GONNA EAT THAT FROG"

"It's MY frog, YOU eat log!" (A challenge)

"You are a hog and a slobbering dog"

Keep going until the other can't find a good retort, or breaks the rhyme.

Teeterstrike: Like pattycake, played by sitting on your haunches and rhythmically pressing paws to the other cat. If you're really good at this it starts to look like fighting. Secretly a game that parents, chaperones, and educators play with kittens to introduce them to "timed strikes" before they become apprentices and start real training.

This doesn't include the canon games like Preystone or that Tag-knockoff, I want to include those too lmao

[rhineposting]

“My dear sisters, there’s someone I need to introduce to you!”

Doom was long since on their doorstep by the time those words reached Barbeloth Megistus’ ears : a dishonor of the worst kind to one who’d call herself the greatest astrologist of all who ever lived, a self delivered insult to her own skill and wisdom. How laughable. An all seeing eye that couldn’t see a serpent crawling up it’s leg, how worse could it get from there? Such questions were beyond her still - for whichever her eyes rested upon, it’s truth was known deeply and thoroughly to her. None were excerpt, not even her friend from beyond their sky.

Eternally youthful Alice, the omnipresent sorceress capable of traveling back and forth through the starry eggshell of Teyvat - a wise beast donning the excitement and cheer of a hatchling, approaching all and everything in equal joy and curiosity. Should one be fortunate enough to see her in person, they’d describe her as a hyperactive lagomorph forced to don the body of a somewhat masculine middle aged woman. A feature as annoying as it was endearing - though Heavens knew she’d rather die than admit that out loud. When they first met, a bond was established almost immediately : though Barbeloth thought of it more as Alice grabbing onto her with both arms and legs, refusing to let go.

(Yet it wasn’t as if Barbeloth ever intended on tearing Alice off her back, either.)

Since then, they had met many an intriguing women, much like themselves : Nicole, a Seelie fortunate enough to cling onto her natural form as opposed to deteriorating into a one eyed ghost - her cryptic messages as charming in their contents as they were jarring in the way they were delivered. Not that long after, there was Iovita Ivanonva, a witch specialising in medicine - her expertise granting her the ability to prolong her life for as much as she’d like. Alice simply could not resist the fragrance of roses that followed her everywhere. Then, Mathild Andersdotter - an ordinary writer from the land of winds, yet the first one to introduce the idea of studying stories within the Irminsul.

Each of them Barbeloth had foreseen arriving weeks, sometimes months in advance. None had escaped her gaze, reaching far into the future.

Except…Her.

“This is Rhine - she’s from Khaenri’ah!” Alice proudly presented the woman to them all - even standing behind her, as to all could witness her fully. “She’s an apprentice in the Royal Court despite being so young, isn’t that incredible?”

If there was anything to be called incredible, it had to be Nicole’s reflexes - the very moment Barbeloth reached under the table to grab her shoe, the Seelie grabbed her by the wrist. Not once breaking eye contact with Alice and the alchemist both, her expression as neutral as it always was. Peace was a river and she was it’s bottomless spring. Nothing close could be said about Barbeloth, who had been five seconds away from reaching for a plate to throw in place of the shoe. Three, after the star-eyed woman smiled and bowed.

“Good day,” she greeted them, her voice low and pleasant to the ear. “I’m honored to finally meet Alice’s friends. I’ve been looking forward to this meeting as I heard many great things about you.”

That greeting could not have been practiced and scripted any more, even if the serpent of a woman would have liked to : and yet Mathilde swallowed her venom. She put down her pen and manuscript to offer Rhine a seat by the table.“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Ms. Rhine,” she smiled. “Take a seat and stay for a while, I’m certain you have many great stories to share.”

So she had - directly to Barbeloth’s left hand and next to Ivanovna.She too swallowed the venom without thinking twice - in turn, she poured the young woman some tea into a spare teacup. Still Barbeloth couldn’t believe what she was bearing witness to. It felt too absurd to be true - yet, here they were.

“How much sugar do you take?” she asked. “Cream, milk or none? Syrups? We have plenty, any flavor you could think of.”

She asked for lemon and ginger with just one small spoon of sugar - and ginger and lemon she received with but a single please. The seer watched as the bottle traveled across the table, it’s contents generously poured into the cup. Ivanovna even stirred the tea for her. The serpent couldn’t be any more pleased, even if she wanted to.

Her fading eyed turned to Nicole - believing that with her age and wisdom surpassing that of the other three, she’d see the woman for what she really was : a courtesan that pretended not to carry a den of snakes under her garments. Nicole however only spared her a glance with the side of her eye - and finally, her hand let go of Barbeloth’s wrist.

Only to cut Rhine and Alice a slice of cake each, passing it to them on decorated plates.

“Eat to your stomach’s delight,” she said. “May your thirst be quenched and your hunger satiated.”

And the serpent accepted each offering with barely held back glee.

“Thank you all so much, words cannot describe how much I appreciate your kindness.” ***

Barbeloth managed to catch Alice by a slim miracle - a second later and she would have been off, hopping and skipping across the continent yet again, the only thing holding her down being a hand : wrinkled and bony, contrasting starkly against her soft, full hands. With a curious eye Alice lifted the brim of her red hat - just enough to meet gazes with Barbeloth, who was gritting her teeth away into a fine dust, thinning eyebrows furrowed in a grimace.

“…Eris, dear, my friend. I know the truths we perceive may not always align in the same direction, I’ve known that would be from the moment I first saw you. I know asking you to look upon the stars from my point of standing is a fool’s errand. I know that better than anyone.”

Though her voice scalding in it’s tone, Barbeloth lifted the hand she held higher as one would lift a newborn babe and joined her long fingers around it. Her touch the furthest thing from firm, tender as a clover patch. Though bearing all the power in the world to pull away, there Alice stood frozen, her red eyes open wide in shock, glimmering like rubies in the faint moonlight from above. Her lips, just as red, ever so slightly agape - uttering not a word.

“Yet, this once and just this once, I need you to see through my eyes as such : " the astrologist frowned, lowering her head and in turn, allowing for the starry embroidered veil to conceal her face in ever so rare humility, “You nor any of us mustn’t speak to this woman ever again, for she’ll bring horrid misfortune.”

Silence hung in the cold, evening air for a while - the onky warm thing being their breaths and Alice’s palm held between Barbeloth’s - slowly pulled away as the sorceress chuckled.

“Do you truly think my judgment of character is that poor, dear friend?” she asked as she readjusted her hat and scarf alike, “If she wasn’t trustworthy, do you think I would bring her to meet all of you?’

“It’s not a matter of faith, Eris,” Barbeloth scoffed - almost exclaimed, her voice sharp against the dull sounds of the night around them. “It’s a matter of reason and common sense and I am pleading of you to use both. I may usually tolerate your lack of imagination, but just this once, I need you actually look at things like the wise woman you are.”

“What’s gotten into you, Barbs?”“I’m asking you the same question!”

Behind them rang out footsteps - faint clicking of heels against solid stone, accompanied by the even fainter sound of fabric swaying as it moved. To surprise of neither Barbeloth and Alice, the source was none other than Rhine - dressed up and ready to leave. One look alone at her face was enough to know that she was well aware of the topic of the conversation.

“Is everything alright?” the serpent asked with the innocence of a lamb, knowing full well the answer to her question, ”You both look rather upset. …Is this a bad time?”

The night lit up for the three of them as Alice smiled -it might have as well been morning right then and there.“No, no, all is well!” She shook her head, long ears ever so slightly swaying as she did. “So, ready to go?”

As she said that, Barbeloth took one look at Alice’s face and just like that, she had her answer of what had gotten into her : those starry, teal eyes with the slightest hint of green and gray, glimmering like the nebulas that hung above them like the most beautiful tapestries of them all.

The obviousness was almost too painful to endure - so much that she couldn’t utter a single word as she watched her best friend and the serpent fly away into nothingness. Only a single bark of humilated laughter left her, long after they were gone.

[another-clive-blog]

clive au idea: he hits his head really hard at the casino (when he gets punched by bostro), and he gets some kind of amnesia. when he wakes up, from what he can gather from the others on who they think he is, he starts to genuinely believe he is future luke.

Angst angst angst- Alright I was excited about this one so I tried to make both fanarts and fanfiction hehe. Both are under the cut !! ('Do you like the color of the sky ?' Type of post ndjvdhcd probably SO LONG)

A fair warning tho, I drew on paper and photos destroyed my colors. I'll wait for nice natural sunlight next time...

Alright SO the fun thing is that I've actually done the part we were talking about lol, so without any further ado :

Soooo yeah. Next Google search : How do I tell my kind but sometimes provocative apprentice that he's actually the villain we were looking for.....

And would you look at that !! The fanfiction takes place right after that last picture <3

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"Professor ? What is wrong ?" Big Luke asked, confusion written all over his face. Not concern. Never concern.

Layton should have known.

"You have to tell him, Hershel," Dimitri simply said, another nail in the coffin. He was right, of course, but that didn't make things any easier.

"Professor ?" Little Luke asked, his eyes worryingly going back and forth between the two men.

Well, it was too late to turn back anyway.

Big Luke must have felt it too, because he tried to back away at the last possible second. "Wait, wait, wait-"

A sharp inhale. Composure. And onward we go. "You are not actually Luke Triton."

"I'm not ?!" The actual Luke Triton yelled in anguish.

Layton kept his eyes on the silent young man who was now looking at him with an intense something that he couldn't quite describe. "Your name is Clive Dove. Your parents died in a tragic accident 10 years ago. They were collateral victims of a failed experiment ran by Dimitri's colleagues."

Big Luke whipped around, glaring daggers at Dimitri, and for a brief second Hershel thought that his memory had come back all at once.

It had not. "Tell him he's wrong !!" Big Luke commanded with a sheer anger that only seemed to incriminate him more.

Dimitri shook his head, the same tired sadness he did everything with heavy in his eyes. "He is telling the truth. You told me yourself, because unlike me you were there that day."

"No !" Big Luke insisted before the Professor cut him off.

"Clive, you then got adopted by a nice lady called Constance Dove. She-"

"Stop it !!" Big Luke yelled. Had they lost their minds ?? He would remember if his parents were killed. He wouldn't just forget the last memories he had of them ! No, no, no- Brenda and Clark were alive and well, little Luke had told him that. The professor and that Dimitri guy were just- just making up lies, testing him ! The Professor had been suspicious of his sudden memory loss, and Dimitri was a liar through and through.

They were lying, and he knew exactly how to prove it.

"If I'm not Luke Triton, then what am I doing here ?" He asked, because well- why would he be a part of Dimitri's vicious plan when the guy supposedly murdered his supposed family ? Why would he introduce himself as a Future Luke trying to stop Professor Layton, thing that he had apparently done ? And had he just conveniently ran into the Professor and stayed by his side by sheer luck ?

He crossed his arms smugly. All of these theories fell apart the second he was thought not to be Luke Triton. Checkmate, Professor. You won't fool your apprentice this time.

Layton looked him dead in the eyes. "You are the mastermind behind this whole thing."

...Hu ? Well it was a good question, but he wouldn't exactly call himself a mastermind-

"What do you mean, Hershel ?" Dimitri's voice cut through the silence, and for once he sounded alarmed : Big Luke somehow knew that it was strange to hear so many emotions at once from him.

"We have known for some time that someone else was manipulating Dimitri," Layton admitted, "but we couldn't quite find who. I am afraid we may never get confirmation with your unfortunate situation, but I do believe you were behind all of this, Clive."

"Stop calling me that," he snapped, "and stop telling such stupid theories !"

"You kidnapped those scientists and you told them to work on these weapons-"

"Weapons ?! Is that true, Clive ? This was never a part of our plan, we-"

"But I'm not sure what the final product is supposed to be. It must be something rather enormous, a new kind of weapon or a fortress-"

"Enough !!" Big Luke screamed. "Aren't you done already ?! I thought you were a brilliant man, but you're as pathetic as the rest of them !!"

A gasp. Little Luke took a step back, then another. He looked- he seemed betrayed, and disheartened, and he quickly ran to the professor's side.

Big Luke remained silent- almost. He suddenly was made aware that he was panting, his whole body uncontrollably shaking. He ran a hand down his cheek and surely enough, it was wet.

Most likely sweat than tears.

He looked around. The professor and Luke were finally silent, eyeing him like he was a predator about to strike. Dimitri had gone quiet too, but more in disbelief than anything. It was finally quiet, and yet there was a buzzing in his mind that was deafening, like something was going to snap soon and go off.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Luke Triton- Clive Dove.

Nothing. Not a single memory in sight. His parents, whoever they were, were gone from his mind- possibly gone forever.

The buzzing had stopped by now, but the anguish had not.

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #20: LotR, but make it First Age!Legolas (2.0)

The more I think about this idea, the more I love the idea of Legolas being one of the oldest elves left in Middle Earth by the time the events of The Lord of the Rings take place.

It does, however, involve creating a lot of back story for Legolas and his family that doesn't exist.

I've seen fan!backstory for Thranduil make his father Oropher the younger brother of Galadhon, Celeborn's father - thereby making the royal family of Mirkwood descendants of Elmo and cousins to Celeborn, Celebrían, and Elrond's brood.

I, however, prefer the idea that Oropher and the rest have only tangental relations to the important elves of the First Age. Mainly, that Oropher's sister was Galadhon's wife, keeping the kinship between Celeborn and Thranduil, but making their claims to kingship in Mirkwood that much more presumptuous.

As I said before, I also love the idea of Legolas being born as his family flees Doriath in 506 of the First Age.

To make the whole situation as painful as possible, give him an older sister in the Doriath guard, who died in the fighting the same day as he was born.

Give his mother and maternal grandmother high positions in the guard as well. His mother was obviously unable to fight due to her pregnancy and feels guilty about this for the rest of her life, while his grandmother was captain of Elwë's personal guard and died with her king when he refused to pay the dwarves for the Nauglamír four years before.

Legolas, his parents, and his paternal grandparents spend some time at the Havens of Sirion with the other survivors of Falls of Doriath and Gondolin. I love the idea of young!Legolas meeting barely older Eärendil there, if only because it introduces the whole my old childhood friend is now a star issue to cope with.

Although only 40 years old at the start of it, Legolas and the rest of his family fight in the War of Wrath. I imagine Legolas watching his mother die on the battlefield there, though his father and grandparents - who I all imagine for some reason as being apprentices of Melian - survive.

In the Second Age, Oropher leads the remnants of his family and some followers east, eventually winding up in the Greenwood. Rather than conquer the local Silvan population and make themselves king, I rather like the idea that the Silvans chose them as kings - either out of a strangers from far away being elevated to kingship narrative that happens in RL every so often, or because they'd rather live their lives in their trees and left dealing with foreigners to other foreigners.

Legolas adapts to being a prince not at all, and spends a lot of time hunting orcs and the like outside the borders of Greenwood until the War of the Last Alliance. I picture his paternal grandmother dying in the fighting there, leading Oropher to throw his life away in the Battle of Dagorlad.

At the start of the Third Age, Legolas and Thranduil are all that's left of their family. More than most other elves, death haunts their line - but even so, they've never quite learned how to cope with it.

Legolas caries on as before, hunting orcs and spiders, and rather than any of the movie nonsense falls into the Battle of Five Armies on accident, having followed and harried the host from Gundabad until they took the field.

I also imagine Legolas' reason for being in Rivendell for the Council to be somewhat different - he found himself west of the Misty Mountains and hoped to winter there, but instead was drawn into the fellowship because, as the elves say, he is a child of war. He was introduced to death and destruction too early; for all he loves his adopted forest, he's most at ease fighting the darkness that he was born into.

I go back and forth on how much of the fellowship I want to be aware of Legolas' great age and background and at what point any learn the truth, but I want little bits of it to slip out regardless of how everyone around him choses to interpret it.

Most important, however, is that after 6000+ years is the fact that Legolas doesn't learn how to cope with death until he spends time around mortals.

I also want to play into the whole lust is something elves only feel for the person they fall in love with, which happens only once thing. Because I love the idea of Legolas seeing Gimli in Rivendell before the council and just... falling head over heels and having no earthly idea what is happening to him or how to deal with it.

I also have this idea that Legolas is just horrible with directions, which is how he ends up on the wrong side of the mountains in Rivendell to begin with - mostly because his memories of these places are thousands of years old and landscapes have changed since he was last there, so he keeps looking for landmarks that aren't there anymore.

His relationship with Thranduil is also complicated and tinged with grief, and the suggestion that, as much as Thranduil loves his son, there is distance between them because they're always preparing to lose the other, as they've lost everyone else important to them.

But otherwise: 1) a lot of Legolas learning how how to cope with death and romantic attraction, both deeply intertwined with the other because his love is mortal; 2) Gimli having to make nearly every move in their relationship because Legolas is utterly clueless; 3) exasperated Aragorn watching all of this from the sidelines like a soap opera he has become invested in against his will; 4) the immense, inescapable weight of history echoing in everything from the last time I was here... to stealing boats has never gone well for elves.

So, yes, mostly just expansion upon the original idea and a whole bunch of things I would want to include if I had the time, energy, or willpower to do a LotR fic justice, but I had to share. As always, feel free to adopt the bunny, just let me know.

Other Legolas Headcanons: First Age | Second Age | Third Age | Half-Maia | Half-Elven

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[johannestevans]

2022 Top Stories Round-Up

What a year it has been!

I know I've been very quiet in terms of publication of new pieces over the last few weeks - like everyone, I've been fairly busy over the holiday season, and I'm expecting for that to continue until the new year!

I might be publishing one or two pieces that are in progress over the next week, but I'm not expecting to click back to my regular schedule until after the Gregorian new year!

In the meantime, I thought it would be fun to do a round-up of all my top fiction pieces that I've published over the past year - this is a list of my top 12 pieces of fiction based on which was most popular! For the most part, that'll be things that were published in the same month, but not always.

January - Wants and Cravings

Erotic short. A young man lusts after an unattainable gentleman until the gentleman’s valet steps in.

4k, rated E, cis M/M — introducing Vincent Lucas Samuels, Ulysses Valentine, and Kit Sanders, with a new appearance from the illustrious Lawrence Kidd. Lots of teasing and flirtation, rough sex, bruising, hair-pulling, size difference, and some nasty men who like to take advantage.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

February - The Enchanter and the Postman

Romance short. An enchanter who usually likes his isolation gets a new postman.

4k, rated M, M/M. Just some sweetness, teasing and some back-and-forth, a lot of affection, and a cat, too! Adapted from a TweetFic.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

March - Confession and Penance

Erotic short. A priest takes a hands-on approach to addressing a worshiper’s poor working habits.

11k, cis M/M, rated E! Tiernan, a manipulative workaholic who only ever relaxes during Mass services, is taken aside by Father Mullen when it all gets to be a bit too much. D/s, BDSM-approach to enforcing self-care, spanking, painplay, bit of a priest kink but it doesn’t go into that aspect too much, faith. Also some anal.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

April - Sleeping Beauty

Erotic short. A sailor takes something that doesn’t belong to him, and the captain punishes him.

9.2k, cis M/trans M and cis M/M. A carpenter’s apprentice can’t resist the captain’s cabin boy while he’s meant to be performing maintenance, and afterwards, the captain and the cabin boy punish him between them — if the apprentice wants another chance at sex with the cabin boy, he has to let the captain bugger him first.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

May - Remnants of a Bygone Era

Erotic short. After his roommate brings him to his bondage tutorial, Ignatius pursues a very grumpy little nurse.

Rated E, cis M/M, 7.5k. Rope bondage tutorials and sexy lectures about safe sex, age difference, power dynamics, leather, size difference, role reversals and dynamic play, anal sex, hairy bodies, dirty talk, mild humiliation, teasing, nipple piercings, tattoos.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

June - Touch-Starved

Erotic short. When a man finds out about his disabled coworker’s active sex life, he’s very jealous, and maybe… something else, too.

Rated E, cis M/M, 15k! Arden Rice has been friends with Sebastian April for years, and it’s never occurred to him before now that April might have an active sex life — let alone a sex life he want to involve himself in.

Contains massage, touch starvation, anal sex, size difference, D/s throughout, praise + affection kink, kink for following orders, frotting with intergluteal, somnophilia, mating press, rough sex, power dynamics.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

July - Prophet's Cry

Erotic short. A department manager elects to give one of his juniors an attitude adjustment.

Cis M/M, rated E, 4.2k. A stressed and angry middle manager gets fucked over his desk by the boss, an unbearably posh cunt with an equally unbearable and stupendously big cock. Size difference and size kink, safe sex, infidelity, bruising, possessive behaviour, dirty talk, sex at work, boss/employee sex, office politics.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

August - The Interview

Erotic short. A workplace roleplay with age difference and some hearty degradation.

Rated E, 4k, cis M/trans M. Younger boss/older prospective employee, pre-negotiated roleplay, degradation and humiliation, daddy kink, nipple play, PIV, riding, sex in the office, casual sex, bareback. The older man is fat, but none of the degrading language is about his body or his size except for commenting on the size of his chest — the degradation primarily is about his age and assumed loneliness.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

September - Contract

Erotic short. A trans man lets a gangster fuck him raw in exchange for services to be rendered.

Rated E, cis M/trans M. 5.8k. Danny, a waiter, is offered a deal by a local gangster, Arne Seven: for letting Seven fuck him bareback, Seven will pay for his bottom surgery. A continuation of Financial Security.

Featuring the obvious sex trade, age difference, size difference, massive cock, anal sex, vaginal sex, sex toys, fingering, cigar kink, overstimulation, power dynamics and a bit of fear, some dirty talk.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

October - Stuck

Note: you delicious perverts fucking love Contract, and it was actually the top earner in October as well as September, but I didn't want to list it twice, so Stuck was the second-most popular.

Erotic short. A guy gets stuck with his ass up in the air, and his roommates take gleeful advantage.

3k, rated E, trans man getting fucked by a bunch of cis guys. Featuring predicament bondage, barebacking, anal and vaginal, mildly dubious consent (trans man is into it, but there’s not much negotiation or seeking out specific consent), multiple orgasms.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

November - Perfect Game

Erotic short. Charlie’s roommate is having a loud hook-up, again.

2.1k, rated E. Cis M/trans M. Charlie and Gaiden have been friends for years, but Charlie is getting tired of Gaiden’s hook-ups. So is Gaiden.

Featuring some voyeurism, creampies, vaginal sex, vaginal spanking and spanking threats, some dirty talk, messy sex, mild D/s, friends-to-fucking. Terms used for Gaiden’s bits are cock, cunt, and pussy.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

December - Coaxed

Erotic short. An adventurer helps a drider through his rut by taking his clutch of many, many eggs.

4.6k, rated E, giant M spider/trans M half-elf. Amaethon is a half-elf who combines sex work with adventuring to create wonderful monsterfuckery — I think I might do more with him because this was great fun.

This erotica is deeply weird, and I’m delighted to introduce it: featuring oviposition and inflation, cervical penetration, huge size difference, huge belly bulging, body horror (including threats of bursting/popping), banter between a predator and prey, overstimulation, venom/drugs, suspension bondage.

Read on Patreon / / Read on Medium

Enjoy! See you next year!

[room-on-broom]

Got builders/glazers in:

They rang me to let me know the crew were running late. Corrected when addressed as Mrs. He says "Ah so you're here daughter then-" and then a very loud "NO THATS OUR CLIENT" from someone else down the line.

Simon whos the manger must have made a note on my file? or else it's the trans flag drawn on the door? cos when I awncered, 1st builder very flusteredly awncered, "Mrs __? sorry! I mean they __? No thats". I told him " its ray, Just Ray is fine" and he was very relived and introduced his crew and added thier pronouns too. bless that's very touching.

(I'm not married I don't know where the Mrs is coming from. I didnt use Mx on the paper work either)

The one who rang earlier did double take and I can physically see his mind trying to connect my baby face and dress sense to 'cliet'

Third builder keeps calling me love and the lady/the lady's which would normally annoy me but he sounds like an old timey mob boss so I'll allow it for once.

They have with them an apprentice guy who looks like a random sulking teen they just pulled out of bed.

Old timey sounding builder had to move the cat tree to measure a thing and to the tune of easy lover started singing "she's a kitty lover"

I heard a low whistle at one point and a "ooooooh kay. Someone phone Simon?" And Desided it best I not know.

Took cuppas around because I was making myself one. Realised I accidentally gave second builder a mug that says fuck off I'm painting. Hope he dosnt see that as directed at him.

The guy from a few doors down was demanding to know what their up too, despite the van that says what they do parked up out frount

Next doors dog or dogs both go nuts every time first builder walks past in the back yard. None of the others as far as I'm aware.

Someone's text alert is EY UP YOUVE GOT A MESSAGE. He's very popular.

I've a wall that's covered in brighly coloured paint splatters where I had a brake down mentally last year? First builders poked it. idk see if it was still wet?

The apprentice flipped the bird my book shelf?

Second builder appogised saying my cats got out. I told him my cats staying with my mum cos building work. He went away cam back and asked what cat I had. Told him.

"Not ginger?" "No...oh it might be cat from down the road." "Ah."

Said ginger cat must have just wandered in the open door? It then back out again via the space where the window had been but dodged being caught. It's sat on a wall glaring at them now.

At one point I went down to awncer the phone and the apprentice is there knelt hammering the wet window putty? Okay.

Turned out thing that caused the whistle earlier was when they took out the old wooden window frame and discovered its hollow with the window threadinginto it. Apprenty its no meant to be like that.

They had to break the glass to get it out

I'm hiding away in another room while they work but I need a wee but im too nervous to use my own bathroom with all the going back and forth

[peeclan]

moon 0

welcome, one and all, to the glorious beginnings of PeeClan! we shall start this adventure by introducing our founders- the cats from which a golden stream of new warriors shall come forth.

first up...

LEADER: Gillstar. Head empty, no thoughts. Perpetually ungroomed. Very silly.

DEPUTY: Tumbledust. Somebody's gotta take some responsibility around here, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be Gillstar.

MEDICINE CAT: Brindlecreek. Communes with the great PeeClan warriors of old.

WARRIORS: Ryefang. Always up to something. Probably stealing... herbs... from Brindlecreek as we speak.

APPRENTICES: Alderpaw. Total sweetheart. Unfortunately, he has been somewhat photobombed by Maggotkit.

KITS: Maggotkit and Echokit. Maggotkit is a fluffy little demon. Echokit wants no part in her shenanigans.

STARCLAN GUIDE: Heathertuft. May he rest in piss.

that's all for now! until we meet again, may StarClan light your path :3