#ro: s

[deadend-if]

Okay look,, this was a lot longer than I planned it to be,, it was supposed to be half the length it is now, but oh well 💪😔

Anyway, I said I would post it today so here it is, the first of (possibly) many short stories. 💥💥

Santi's apprenticeship short story (under the cut)

There's nothing wrong with being a little early. Making a good impression on their mentor is more important than any discomfort from the blazing sun and honking cars. June Ko was someone Santi had been following for years, this is a dream come true. Her art style was something they always admired. The tattoos she creates move flawlessly with every curve and ridge of the body. They're bold, sharp, and elegant in a way Santi can only hope to recreate one day. The only reason they're not as nervous as they probably should be is, well, they've met her before. Evidence of their meeting is permanently etched on their body. They instinctively trace the dancing swirl of black and grey smoke that wraps around their body from shoulder blade to forearm. It weaves around a wilting bouquet of butterfly jasmine on their bicep. It cost them a pretty penny, but they don't regret a single cent.

This meeting was their first step into finally doing what they've been wanting to do for years. Even during their college years, art was the only thing on their mind. Now, after too long, they can finally prove that their fine arts minor wasn't pointless.

Santi checks their watch, sleek with brown leather and black accents. It was a graduation gift from their grandfather and about the same price as one month's rent. Santi pulled at the earrings on their left earlobe. Guilt prickles down their shoulders as they picture his disappointment, ceaseless in its haunting. He expected more, but what else was there to give?

A shout breaks their train of thought, whipping their head around at the sound of a slamming car door.

“Is that you, Vega? You're way early, dude.”

Oh, shit. Was that not right? Santi blanked for a second, thinking up a response as June leisurely made her way over. Strike one. They didn't think 10:45 was that early.

“Nothin’ better to do. Just thought I'd get a head start,” they finally respond after what feels like an eternity of June twirling her keys on her finger. They check their watch again as their new mentor unlocks the door. It's only been a minute. This day is far from over.

A bell jingles on their way in, and the first thing June does is flip on the lights. They flicker before settling into a bright, sterile white, illuminating the concrete floor and exposed brick walls. The shop is sectioned off with half-walls just past the front desk. Checkered tiles cause Santi’s boots to echo in the open space and they stand for a moment, taking it all in. They’ve been to a handful of different tattoo shops. It never gets old to see frames upon frames of art and knick-knacks stacked over the walls. The old-fashioned feel of Velvet Ink has got to be one of their favorites.

“Did you bring your portfolio? Tell me what you've been up to since we last talked.” June doesn't waste any time weaving through the lounge, grabbing a single folding chair leaning on the side of the wall beside the red leather couch. She doesn't need to look back to see if Santi is following, they trail after her like a lost puppy.

“I got it right here-” they lift their shoulder bag in emphasis, “I've been practicing on fake skin since we spoke, I have a few I wanted to show you, but they're nothing huge.”

“Wow, you're on that shit, huh? Sounds about right, knowing you.” June chuckles as she sifts through her desk. She swipes a few things into a drawer, making space for Santi's portfolio.

“Okay, hand it over. Let's see what you've added.”

“It's not that much-”

“I didn't ask how much it was, kid, I asked you to hand it over,” she retorts, tapping the table. Santi sits down in the folding chair June dragged over and begins to sift through their bag. They feel a twinge of annoyance, smothered by embarrassment. They haven't been called kid in a long time, but seeing the peppering of grey in her long black hair makes them feel a little less patronized.

Instead of responding, Santi dropped the binder on June's desk. They dug around for a few of the fake skin sheets. When they pulled it out, June took it, her thumb tracing a circle to feel the texture. She huffed in amusement but didn’t comment. It's not like they bought the expensive stuff, just a cheap machine kit, black ink, and a few sheets of fake skin. They learned only to buy the nice stuff once they could actually draw a line without ripping through the material. Having a heavy hand while sketching never bothered them, but it's a nightmare when tattooing.

“Looks good for a first attempt,” she said, breaking the silence of the empty shop. June traced a finger down some of the darker portions. She admires the piece depicting an animal skull, a bear, being carefully cracked down the middle by human fingers on either side.

“You need to be lighter in some places, but your art is beautiful. You have a real understanding of technique, but it won't transfer to the body the way you're thinking it will.”

That's high praise coming from someone as skilled as June, Santi gives her a weak smile as they tug their tongue piercing with their teeth. They spend another half an hour discussing their art with June and getting a very short lesson on how to use the transfer paper printers in the shop.

The bell rings in the front as two people walk in, nudging each other and laughing up a storm. Santi sits up straighter to get a better look. It then clicks that they both work here, their profiles are on Velvet Ink's website. The both of them have unique styles from what they can remember.

The taller one with short, choppy blonde bangs, known as Sawyer, has a neo-traditional style. They use a lot of bright colors and bold lines, their style is something Santi has never considered having a tattoo of, but they couldn't help but attempt a few neo-traditional artworks after they spent almost an hour scrolling through their social media.

The other artist dabbles in many styles, but they're popular for their watercolor tattoos. Santi thinks idly that her multicolored pastel hair makes her look exactly as her art does. What was her name again? It was a flower, that's for sure. Lily, maybe? They can't remember.

June greets the both of them as they walk in, and they cheer her name in sync.

“June! Is that your new apprentice?” Sawyer asks, B-lining it over to them.

“Yeah, Sawyer, Iris, meet Santi-” June gets quickly interrupted by who they now know as Iris.

“Woah! That’s sick, can I see that?” She leans over the half-wall, pointing to the many sheets of artwork on June’s desk.

“You alright with that, kid?”

“Yeah, go for it, some of them are kind of old though,” Santi gathers a few of their favorite pieces in their clammy hands and passes them over to Iris, they can only hope she didn’t notice them shaking. Sawyer peaks their head over her shoulder to make their own assessment at the same time, reaching over and pointing out a few details. Santi can’t see them from where they sit, so they wait (im)patiently for them to finish their appraisals.

“Huh, you took classes, didn’t you?” Sawyer has their eyebrows raised, seemingly impressed by what they see.

“I got a minor in fine art, yeah.”

“I can tell, this is some good stuff, let me know if you need a canvas-” their striking green gaze pans to the torn-up fake skin, “actually, on second thought, I’ll wait a bit longer on that.”

“Ah, I’ve got a heavy hand,” Santi responds, sheepishly tugging on their septum piercing with a wide grin.

“That's fine! You’ll just need tougher clients,” Iris jokes with a wink.

“Don’t give them any ideas, Iris. It’s their first day,” June cuts in, fondly exasperated with her coworkers.

“Just because they’re new, doesn’t mean they get any special treatment. Isn’t that right, Sawyer?” For a moment, Sawyer stares off into the distance as Iris pats their forearm with a cheeky grin. They grow quiet when June doesn’t respond right away. She looks at the practice design from earlier, something soft smooths the crow’s feet around her eyes. There’s a flutter in Santi’s stomach, making a home right below their ribcage as June traces the lines for a second time.

“You’ll get used to it, Santi. I have no doubt you’ll fit right in,” June says, and Santi can’t help but agree.

[goldendusk-if]

Who are the big spoons and who are the little spoons out of the ROs?

Amalea/Aleam Akerti

A likes being a big spoon feeling like they're doing something and wants to be ready to get up and leave if A is ever called to a meeting or something urgently.

Miyshti/Muyhid Begumei

M would rather be little spoon and the one given more cuddles and feel protected but if MC wanted to switch M would be fine with it.

Shazia/Shajibd Sheika/n

S could really go either ways just as long MC is there with them, but Shazia would prefer being Little Spoon while Shajibd would prefer being Big Spoon.

Did I do this right? I'm not entirely sure I answered this correctly...

[safehouse-if]

(Kinda NSFW)

How would the ROs react if MC gave them a full body massage in the relationship stage? Who would try to escalate things to spicy times? Who'll fall asleep lol?

Small 🌶

A: First few times a bit timid about all the intense touching. Will keep things as intended and "professional". Does not fall asleep but will get drowsy. On the other hand if MC's hands starts to wander before that... is not against getting more heated.

Eli: Loves it and the touching and the closeness. Will offer to give you one in return. But it depends on the relationship if things stay on the assage stage or go a bit further. If in a long term/committed stage, Eli will want turn things spicy as soon as appropriate.

Bob: Does not like naked times when it's not spicy time. Likes the massage gentle and nice, intimate. Will propably fall asleep about 50% of the time.

S: has a hard time accepting intense touching without it turning into something more involved. Doesn't see the need for massages if it's not spicy or not from a professional to help with the kinks in their back. hehehe, kinks

[thyfleshc0nsumed]

I think a lot of ppl don't realize that bottoming is like, an active role in sex, and like for lack of a better word, a skill

[alpacacare-archive]

the brainworms are kiiling me. have a dad and son 👍︎

[kalopsic-lagomorph]

Tbe lesbian spectum

[roseblog-rog]

I Guess I Do Belong in the Woman’s Room.

It’s always a scary endeavor: going into a public restroom as a trans person. There’s always that fear of being outed or shunned or screamed at or punished or SOMETHING. So many risks, all for pissing. But I digress, I have no time to worry due to how badly I have to go.

I enter the woman’s room to find a group of five girls doing makeup in the long mirror which spans the whole bathroom, lined with sinks and soap dispensers. The floor is white with recently cleaned tiles, the gray stalls packed together on the opposite side. The walls are a soft shade of pink that almost feels…comforting. Inviting.

Though no other people aside from the group appear to be in here, I move quick. I swiftly and quietly do my business and exit the stall to wash my hands, moving to the opposide side away from the group of girls, who are now giggling and applying their different colored lipstick. They’re all really fucking pretty, and I feel a warm blush creep up onto my face. I pray their laughter has nothing to do with me. That hope is short lived, however, as one of them—the one with red lips—speaks in a deep airy voice once I finish washing my hands.

“Hey girl, your fly is still open.”

Shit. Well that’s embarrassing. I nod and quickly fiddle with my zipper. I must’ve forgotten to zip it up after buttoning my pants with how much I was rushing to leave. Hopefully they didn’t notice my—

The one with pink lips speaks now, her voice being much higher and softer. “I’m sorry…but is that a bulge?”

Fuck. Now all five girls are glancing down at the bulge in my jeans. It looks so much more obvious in this new light. My face goes completely red.

“No! No. I uh…uhm…” I struggle to formulate an excuse, voice on the verge of cracking with how high and feminine I’m trying to make it combined with the tears starting to form my eyes. My worst fears were being realized, and the most embarrassing part is my gock begins twitching from all the attention.

Red chuckes and speaks again. “Hey, don’t worry girl. In case you haven’t noticed you’re not the only one packing here.”

The blunt response startles me, but with the invitation to look I now notice that all five of them also have bulges, though theirs are much harder than mine, which makes me shiver from…something.

“We didn’t mean to startle you.” Purple speaks in a rough, bright voice, elbowing Pink, who looks down in shame. “We were just, well,” she glances back down at my crotch and smirks “curious.”

“Yeah, sorry for the scary question. We get how it can be in public restrooms.” Pink looks incredibly guilty.

“Haha…yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to get so startled.” My voice settles in it’s natural state, which is still fairly feminine, though deep enough to warrant ‘suspicion’. The blush slowly fades from my face, the tears subside and my breath levels. I’m safe.

“Though I have to ask…why were you so afraid? You belong in here just like anyone else.” Blue pipes in with her quiet and monotone voice, raising an eyebrow at me.

I itch to leave, but something about the group is so comforting and intriguing that I endulge their curiosity. “Well…not really. I mean, I’m at a point in my transition where I’m much more feminine……” I trail off.

“But..?” Purple prompts.

“But I’m still so tall and lanky, my voice is deep, my stubble is annoyingly apparent…I guess I don’t feel pretty enough to be in here comfortably.”

The last member of the group, Orange, walks forward towards me at this response, clearly checking me out. I fidget in place as she gets closer. She’s taller than me, just an inch or two, but still noticeable as I slightly tilt my head up to look at her face. She’s beautiful. Her voice is so silky smooth it brings my blush right back onto my face.

“I think you’re pretty.”

I look down at the ground, my blush reaching embarrassing levels of red. I blush way too easily. “Thank you, uh, I think you’re pretty too.” I notice just how much my voice wobbles, whether it be from embarrassment or being so flustered.

Orange lifts her right hand up to my chin, using her pointer finger to gently lift my face back up to meet her gaze. I twitch again, ugh. “I mean it, how could you think you aren’t pretty enough to be here?”

She turns my body to face the mirror, and I really look at myself: my red and freckled face, my long blonde hair, my wide hips, my bulked up arms, my boobs…everything. Orange stands right behind me, softly smiling as she moves her hands down my waist. It feels so fucking good, I’ve always been so sensitive to touch…but…

“W..wait! I barely know you.” I stutter out as I move away from her. My hardening gock betrays my sentiment, but I ignore it.

Orange’s gaze softens. “That’s okay…forgive me for being so forward.” She glances down. “Though it seems like someone wants more.”

My face feels so hot I think I might just die. I can barely even get any words out, just mindless stutters. The only word I manage to speak before my mind completely blanks is “Please.”

Orange’s gaze darkens with a smirk. “Girls! Let’s help her realize just how pretty she is.”

The five of them now crowd around me, moving me so I once again face the mirror. I’m shaking, my now fully erect gock starting to drip as Red lifts my shirt off of me. Pink goes to undo my jean button and zipper while Black pulls them down. Blue undoes my bra while Orange once again begins feeling up my now exposed body. Despite the circumstances it feels so…freeing. So beautiful and—oh FUCK.

Red begins to kiss just above my right breast, leaving a very obvious lipstick mark. The five of them grin so simultaneously it’s almost terrifying. Almost. They all begin feeling me up while kissing me with their multicolored lips. I’m moaning and whimpering so much at this point that one of them exclaims “Looks like someone’s a noisemaker. She’s adorable!” However, my mind is so fuzzy and warm at this point that I can’t even tell who says it.

They’re pressed so closely against my shaking frame that it’s impossible for me to fall to my knees despite my wobbling. I can feel their hot bodies against mine, hear their heavy breathing as we all start to sweat. My skin begins to be covered with red and pink and purple and blue and orange. Little reminders of this wonderful group.

Soon enough one of them pulls my panties down and immediately makes an excited noise at my hard, dripping gock. “Holy shit! You’re gorgeous!” I then feel the now familiar sensation of a mouth being closed around it, a tongue starting to feel around it, and this earns several loud moans. The kisses from the other four girls get rougher and more sensual: sucking and biting and licking all over my quivering frame.

I feel bliss, seeing my naked body being marked and used and sucked by all these women, and I start to feel so beautiful. I notice the clear markings and lip stains…but I also notice my soft skin and nice curves and all the little things I don’t usually stop to look at. I notice how pretty and shiny my gock is, as each girl takes turns sucking on it.

I feel everything. There’s so much stimulus that I start shaking harder and moaning even more. I can barely hold myself up, but one of them is clutching me tightly by the hips to keep me from falling. “I want you to say how pretty you are.” Of course. Who am I to deny her?

“I’m pretty.” I barely get the words out.

“Again. Say it like you mean it.”

I feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm, a rare sensation for me with how far my transition is. I’m now completely coated in multicolored lips and bite marks and hickeys and various fluids. It’s…well, it’s pretty.

“I’m pretty!” I shout it this time, staring myself down in the mirror.

“One more time, you’re doing so good.”

“I’m pretty! I’m so fucking pretty!” I lock eyes with myself as I cum into whoever’s mouth is sucking me. I’m breathing so heavily I’m almost afraid for my safety…but these women are here for me. I’m okay.

They help me sit down and crowd closely around me, the scent of our sweat and their makeup becoming much more apparent. It’s all so wonderful and safe and relaxing that my eyes start to shut as they coddle me and play with my hair.

“It’s okay baby, you can rest.”

The last thought running through my mind is how pretty I am before I fade out of consciousness.

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MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT WOAG!!! Because this is such a momentous occasion and I am so awesome, @xenasaur @lilithtransrights enjoy my cool lil thing.

[risingsh0t]

AHHH i'm so excited to share this piece i commissioned from @sehaniine 💗 she was the absolute sweetest to work with and captured my ot3 better than i could've imagined! this is my hawke, saxa, with her love interests for each hand 😌 the details and expressions are everything to me. thank you again sooo much! highly recommend commissioning her or buying some of her art if you're able!

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[spitinsideme]

ragatha acting like pomni doesnt give her attention 24/7 (pomni enjoys it actually, she wont admut it though !!)

(demon x nun au !!)

[art-ro-vert]

That’s a scene from this fic!

It made me laugh so hard, I had to draw it 😂

[skinandscales-if]

How would the ROs react to MC in their dragon form begging for belly rubs?

😭 oh no so cute

Atlas is not budging. What are you doing that’s a very serious form, take it seriously. It’s a responsibility- no- no don’t do that with your eyes. Ugh.

Puck finds it hilarious. Aw but of course, get over here. You better not have any ticklish spots though, because those are soon to be extorted.

Skye isn’t gonna pass this opportunity up. Yes yes, and more yes, please let her get a turn after pleaseee~ Expect to get snake-wrapped into a cuddle pile though.

Reese thinks it’s embarrassing. Seriously you’re putting down the entire species with that begging dear god. Fine. Fine just don’t tell anyone move over.

??? thinks you’re planning something. Don’t show your belly that’s- that’s just waiting for someone to exploit it, idiot.

[deadend-if]

biting the air because I adore s and kyo

i think that says a lot about me tbh but who care

It says you want a black cat friend/partner, and nothing is wrong with that 😌🙏

Glad you like S! I'm going to be posting their short story first 💥💥 (probably tomorrow)

Thanks for the ask!! :D

[goldendusk-if]

What are the ROs love languages?

Well, I haven't thought of these until this question but.....here it is:

Amalea/Aleam Akerti

Quality Time: A has always had to do stuff for others out of obligation and never had anything done for A out of just genuine care unless it was the rare family 'moments' from childhood or A's servants but even then they are paid to take care of them.

What A would really love is to run or even simply lay down in a meadow filled with flowers just chatting away A's worries with their future spouse or even just a friend.

Miyshti/Muyhid Begumei

Physical Touch: Despite M's tendency to chat away the night and day and to cause trouble M has always been rather isolated from others. Most people see M as out of reach and too far above them to be anything more than a Scion of Faith. And with that comes a rather clingy(physically) M, no matter how much M refuses to acknowledge it.

M would really enjoy just cuddling anywhere, anytime shamelessly with their spouse. Even though it's highly strange especially from someone in M's position.

Shazia/Shajibd Sheika/n

Words of Affirmation: Surrounding the mystery of S' identity lies a rather (Shazia) quiet and lonely/(Shajibd) chaotic and lonely existence. For S they have always needed to tangle their words up in nonsense and watch out their backs even when spending time with those that they consider to be at least surface-level acquaintances.

Being whispered sweet nothings or just random affirmations of feelings from their spouse will put S in a heavenly mood and get their heart racing.

[safehouse-if]

RO reactions to someone flirting with MC? How will the reactions change from crushing to relationship stage?

f yeah... i had so much fun with this one

A: Still in crushing stage will use the fact that they are supposed to be your spouse to their advantage. "Got to keep up appearances," as they whisper after having introduced them to the situation as your husband/wife. Acts innocent about it.

If in actual relationship lets you be as long as you are comfortable with the situation. They trust you enough to do that, but there might be payback if you have purposefully tried to make them jealous.

Bob: Watches from afar if still just crushing stage. Unless you look uncomfortable then does the smooth slide in that all women know and pulls you away from the other person.

If in a relationship, watches at first if you're interested at the other but won't interfere if yes. Will bring it up later, but doesn't want to make a scene at that moment. If not then just comes by and hugs/slides under your arm and introduces herself.

Eli: If still at pining stage will try to casually insert himself into the conversation. Maybe strategically place himself so that he's closer to you than the stranger.

If in relationship will just come and "pick you up". Stays long enough to exchange few pleasantries but nothing else. Not literally necessary but with an arm around waist/shoulders and tugging away with casual "nice to meet you, come on MC, I have a... thing to show you."

S: There's a hand around you, tugging you closer, another hand curling around your chest, holding a champagne flute. A smile wide and sharper than daggers appears at your peripheral vision. "Aiming a bit above your class, aren't you?" It's not a hiss, S doesn't need to hiss. You watch as the color drains away and the person slinks away from you, without even saying goodbye. Teeth at your ear, a nip and a warning in one.

if "crushing": "You could do so much better..." a suggestion and a proposal that you haven't taken yet.

if relationship: "Hands of the help, dear," the whisper sends a shudder through your spine but you don't know if it's a good thing or not.

[fofi42]

Taskmaster s18, first two episodes

[bloodlegacies]

Top/bottom and dom/sub for the RO’s?

Hayden: Top/Bottom and Sub/dom

Cecilia: Top/Bottom and Sub/dom

Tyler: Top/Dom, but can also be bottom/sub, it will depend...

Elia: Sub/Bottom

Caio: Sub/Bottom

Nix: Sub/bottom, but can be a dom/top if the MC so directs