28 years being a fucking fool absolute beginner when it comes to this - please give me any constructive criticism you have!! side blog for the writing worms https://archiveofourown.org/users/JestersMusings/works
2.0k+ | Reader/Friar Errol | Mature ⚠ He's the religious Air Fryer, If you're uncomfortable with religious themes please avoid just in case ❤ Spanking, Reader has a pussy, he calls us a bad girl and a wretched thing... yeah... hey don't look at me like that...
"E-Errol, I'm sorry, please..."
You curl your face down to try and hide your cheeks burning just as much as-
Another loud smacking of his hand against your blushing ass makes you yelp, your hand curling into some of the fabric of his robe that you can reach.
"The lord of convection sees through your lies, as do I!"
He delivers two more quick swats to your posterior.
"If you were truly sorry, this would not be the third time this week that you have committed such a shameless sin! Planned for it even!"
You squirm a little on his lap, you can feel his own sin pressing against the side of your stomach.
"Hmm... Friar, why are you hard?"
You suck in a breath in anticipation of another blow, but instead he keeps his hand resting there, his fingers press into the soft flesh.
You hear him exhale heavily and can just imagine how red his face is.
"You... wretched thing!" You half think he's going to push you away to the floor, when suddenly his grip tightens, making you hiss and whimper.
But he doesn't, instead, his hand practically kneads your ass, spreading your cheeks, you instinctively press your legs together in a vain attempt to hide how wet you are, instead it just alerts you to how slippery you are between your thighs, oops.
Upon hearing your whimpers he lets out a gruff moan, that you suppose was meant to be in disgust, but it only makes your core clench and your head curl further into your arms.
"You are... a demon, sent here to... tempt me with your... whimpering and moaning, your body so... sweet, like a forbidden fruit..."
When his fingers suddenly dip down between your legs, you can't hold back the shuddered breathy moan that escapes you.
Your legs spread in a silent plea for more of his touch, he tuts in disapproval, but his fingers happily trail through your wet folds.
When he brushes over your clit, you moan out his name shamelessly like a prayer.
"You- you should not gain so much... pleasure from your punishment!"
His hands don’t stop.
"T-then neither should you- ah, hummn! Fuck, Errol that feels s-so good..."
"Look at what you’ve... reduced me to! Sinful creature..."
Two thick fingers easily slide into your warmth, pumping slowly, you can hear and feel his laboured breathing. He's still trying to resist, fight against what you know he wants to do to you.
"Hmm, have I been a bad girl?" Your words lack the bite you wanted, as his fingers have you catching your breath each time they go deep enough to hit that sweet spot inside you.
"Oh, my sweet sinner... yes, you’ve been a very bad girl."
2.5k+ | Reader/Friar Errol | Mature ⚠ He's the religious Air Fryer, If you're uncomfortable with religious themes please avoid just in case ❤
"RESIST!!"
The look the Friar gives you is intense. That same intensity that's sparked something within you multiple times now. As you feel the crisp, albeit now lukewarm mozzarella stick press to your lips with insistence, a wicked idea comes to mind.
The next sequence of events happens quickly, you grab Friar's hand, the shock of contact making him drop the mozzarella stick, a disgruntled sound leaves him, a sound you've come to quite enjoy from him.
You hold his hand in both of yours, you take a small moment to appreciate the size of them, but only a moment, if you don’t act quickly you might miss your chance.
Your chance to stick two of his fingers into your mouth, holding eye contact as you flatten your tongue to them, sucking lightly.
There's a pause, something shifts in his gaze, so subtle you'd have missed it if you weren't holding his stare.
You lean in slightly, taking a few more inches of him into your mouth, and you’re about 70% sure he just pushed them a litte bit further himself too. You swallow down your gag reflex with a moan. The sound seems to break the invisible tension.
Friar Errol's face shifts, his cheeks redden turther, he looks furious, is he truty? Or is he simply furiously aroused?
"You- wretched creature! You resist one temptation, yes, but- are you truly that deprived-!?"
However, he makes no effort to pull away, if anything the grip he had on your cheek becomes more insistent, his fingers curl as you pull back, a silent command. But you're not going anywhere yet, as you move forward again, slowly, your tongue insisting he spread his fingers as you flick your tongue against the soft webbing between them.
That pulls a sound from him you've not yet heard, almost like a whimper, before he disguises it as another disgruntled grunt.
"You truly are a creature of sin... an unholy apparition sent to test me? Perhaps..."
His words falter slightly as you continue, this was meant to get a reaction, yes, but you expected him to pull away instantly. Shout at you a little and storm off. But he's still staring, not letting you go. The longer you suck on his fingers, the more your mind wonders, imagining you're sucking on something else entirely.
The way he looks at you now, you're convinced that he knows, he knows every little sinful thought in your head right now.
"Perhaps... there may still be hope, to cleanse you.. of your sinful ways..."
At this point it all sounds like filler text to you, as he takes charge, now the one to slide his fingers in and out of your mouth. You look him in the eyes as you nod, submissive. You're sure you see his nostrils flare. Again, he looks angry with his chest rising and falling more visibly.
"Ah, do you think you're worthy? Pitiful creature that you are... my lord is nothing if not forgiving, if you are good and do as I say, then perhaps there is yet hope of saving you."
Before you can react he pulls his fingers from your mouth, there's a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his fingers that pulls and drips to the floor, not too dissimilar to a cheese pull. It distracts you as he pulls away from you entirely.
"But not here."
With that, he turns to leave. But stops in his tracks when you don’t follow.
"Come now. Lest I change my mind on your worthiness for salvation."
You quickly follow after him, entirely too curious with what's to come next.
200+ | Named!Rook/Emmrich Volkarin | Mature(?) ⚠ Character Death
Why? Why would you do this?? I hear you cry, and, honestly I don't know... I was just thinking of when Emmrich does die of old age or whatever and how that might play out, and so this happened on my walk home...
"Holly..."
"It's okay Emmrich, It's okay to be scared... here..."
Takes his hand and places it over her heart. Her own resting on his. His hand moves up slowly to grasp softly over hers with what little strength he has left.
"Just focus on my heartbeat, okay? You're safe... we're okay."
"Dearest... you truly are the most magnificent thing to ever happen to me..."
She smiles at him, eyes glossy as he struggles to keep his own open.
"It's alright love, I've got you... I love you."
"I love you too, my darling. Holly-"
His hand twitches, grip tightens a fraction before loosening again.
"Shh, not goodbye, remember? Just a see you soon, you're not getting rid of me that easily, Emmrich, love."
Her voice cracks a little at the end, composure slipping as his eyes flutter closed, losing the battle to keep them open.
His last breath leaves him with an amused smile gracing his lips.
His features relax, grip over her hand loose as she no longer feels the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
"Emmrich...?"
Her own heartbeat picks up, It's all she can hear alongside her own breathing.
Her composure finally cracks.
"Ah... there he goes..."
She blinks harshly a few times, tears finally falling.
She presses his hand over her heart tightly as she smiles, then a heavy broken sob escapes her.
She takes in a steadying breath, before slipping her hands away from him, wiping her face, she takes in his peaceful expression, she smiles again through her tears.
"I hope you weren't too scared at the end, love..."
Just a little something silly that came to me before sleep - sfw (mature though actually um suggestive themes right at the end) - gn!Rook but they wear makeup... checked the spelling, but otherwise, I just blurted this out so it's not in depth or polished at all..
"Alright, now it's Rook's turn, truth or dare?" Neve swirls her wineglass before taking another sip.
"Dare." Rook doesn't miss a beat, a determined spark in their eyes.
"Hmmmm, well then, I dare you...to kiss Emmrich." Her lips tilted into a smirk, eyes knowing, narrow with mischievous intent.
Rook stands without hesitation, albeit a little too quickly as they wobble over to the Professor who seems to still be processing what was said.
Rook swings themselves in close to his face.
"Wait -" their brows furrow, and they swing back again, blinking slowly. They look at Emmrich with a serious expression.
"This okay?" They grab the back of his chair to steady themselves.
Emmrich tilts his head up and to the side to look at Rook, his hand resting on the arm of the chair, which twitches as he fights back the urge to reach out to steady them.
"No?" Rook asks again when the necromancer takes too long to answer.
Oh.
Emmrichs brain seems to finally catch up with him, his concern over Rook's wellbeing overriding other thoughts.
"I do not mind, my dear. However, you have over indulged just a tad, and perhaps you -"
Rook swings back towards him like a pendulum. However instead of going for the lips, like they're sure everyone was expecting, they lean up on their tip toes so they can plant a firm kiss on the side of Emmrich's forehead, firm because they're pretty much falling onto him.
"You- perhaps -" Hopefully, Emmrich can blame the wine for his flushed cheeks. He didn’t think a kiss from Rook would...
Rook pulls back with a wide grin on their face, rocking back on their heels, this time, Emmrich does reach out, hand on their waist, to steady them before they fall backwards, of course.
"Haha! oops- sorry, Emm, I left a mark..." Rook brings two fingers up to their painted lips, patting and inspecting their fingers.
"What do you - oh..."
"Awwwh! Come on, Rook! That doesn't count!" Came Bellaras slightly slurred protest came.
Rook turns to Bellara, and Emmrich removes his hand, but hovers it behind them, just in case...
"What do you mean? Neve didn't say where I had to kiss him, sooooo..." Rook said rather matter of factually.
"Damn, I was sure that would work..." Neve said not so quietly to themselves.
"What do you mean??" Rook steps away from Emmrich now, his hand hovering for just a little too long before laying back down against the armrest.
"Oh, nothing, Rook." Neve takes another sip of her wine and looks away. "Don't say I didn't try..."
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Emmrich stares at his reflection. Even with the influence of a good antivan red, he still commits to his nightly routine.
But he hesitates a moment while washing his face, eyes lingering on the mark that Rook's lip paint left.
It was just Rook being Rook... never one to back down from a...'challenge'. Oh. He hoped kissing him wasn't a...
Emmrich sighs, wiping his fingers over the mark. He so wishes he could stop his mind from wandering... the thought materialising before he can stop it, how lovely it would be to be marked up all over by Rook.
His hand drifts down to his open shirt, fingers pressing against his collar bone, then moving down his chest, it leaves faint marks from the remnants on his fingers.
He shudders, grips the front of the sink with his other hand, takes another look at himself before hanging his head down.
"Oh bother..."
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Don't think he's gonna look at Rook's painted lips the same way now...
So I asked if Emmrich could play any instruments, if he would like to learn any, and I asked about the skating from the Nevarran lore tm on the wiki of people skating on the frozen lake during Wintersend...
“Don't get me started on if Rook found themselves with child after he becomes a Lich like how would that feel for him? Imagine...”
THANK YOU I have been thinking about that possibility for weeks now. Between he is clearly just realising that he will outlive Rook in the lich version of the pre tearstone argument, and the fact that he has literally just lost one child…….. this man is in for a very sudden and very bad wake up call about the cost of immortality.
The fear of losing Rook now doubled. The thought that he will never get to truly feel his child’s hand gripping his. The fact that they will never meet Manfred. The way that he knows for certain that one day the responsibility of being their parent will fall solely on him when Rook passes away.
Is there any way he will be able to lay his eyes on his child for the first time and not immediately see the grains of sand in the hourglass of their life already starting to slip away between his undying hands?
I don’t think so……
'The thought that he will never get to truly feel his child’s hand gripping his.' OH NO- That's heart breaking...
Years later... he's burying his child with his beloved...
I think my Rook would miss the warmth of his touch, the pads of his fingertips as they would press delicately against their wrist, their neck, to check their pulse in the aftermath of battles…
I think the cold touch of his wrapped hands against their skin, the buzz of his magic would be.. yes, exciting and different, but I think at first it would be unfamiliar, especially if Rook is not attuned to magics, it would feel foreign at first, I think..
But mostly I got sad during tearstone island, when Gilly describes him as "death mage' unbreathing", and I was like, yeah shit he wouldn't need to breathe, and he would no longer have a heartbeat?
I always loved the idea of my Rook snuggling up to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heart to soothe them to sleep - so once that's gone? I imagine they may cry one night, gone are his soft breaths, that steady beat of his heart.
I imagine they might get hit with a wave of loneliness, even though he's there, I imagine you'd feel his magic? But he is a skeleton, I imagine the glamour to be just that, an illusion, so it would be like sleeping alone…
Don't get me started on the anxiety my Rook might sometimes feel because - yeah he's immortal, but how do I confirm he's alive if I can't hear his heartbeat, feel his breath. It would take a long time to get used to and I think my Rook would have some nights they cry themselves to sleep…
"Emmrich seems so happy though, am I selfish for this? It's still him, his soul, but changed…”
You know I think it would be fun to explore the idea of a Rook who said yes I love you Emmrich and we will work it out - but not realising how different he would really be, and I imagine with time he changes and what if Rook one drunken or emotional night seeks the comforts of the flesh with someone else??? Drama!!! Lich Emmrich feels like opening a whole can of angst potential, and I miss Manfred…
I made myself sad thinking of Emmrich who's given Rook one of his rings before they get dragged into the fade prison and he's just rubbing over his now bare finger just stricken with grief, maybe he ends up rubbing the skin raw...
Imagine Emmrich once he realised the depth of his feelings for Rook, checking them over after a fight, far from the other companions, maybe they got separated...
Anyway, Rook almost takes a fatal blow, he's checking over their injuries, but that panic sets in, you know, that one that unfurls deep past the heart and takes its hold.
He forgets to breathe, preoccupied with checking Rooks injuries he doesn't realise he's starting to hyperventilate, Rooks words aren't reaching him as he babbles about being more careful, until Rook has to snap him out of it, grab his face, make him look at them. "I'm here, we're safe, breathe, Emmrich."
He doesn't clock at first, until Rook is guiding his breathing, as his breath evens out, he realises his cheeks are wet, and Rook just says "Welcome back" with a smile.
He would be embarrassed, but Rook would pull him into an embrace, if appropriate, to do so...
Idk guys I was thinking about how he basically tells us he gets panic attacks and-
