#etchedinsin

[goddamndaddies]

Closed starter for @etched-in-sin

Roufast was a Witcher of the bear school, a school that really didn't exist anymore and without his Witcher brothers he'd wandered alone for a long time before deciding to investigate himself. It had taken a lot of effort to learn of his childhood, one he could barely remember but he'd made his way to the river alba and to a house nearby he believed to have been his childhood home.

He stops in the woods nearby as he sees someone standing in the garden. Taking a deep breath he clears his throat and makes his way forward. "Hello there."

[nojudgementrpblog]

@etched-in-sin

Your daughter is healthy and unharmed. Do not look for her, or she will become neither. The text was sent from Lucy's phone before it was obliterated in a shredder, far away from where Dana would be keeping her. She returned to her hideaway, seeing the still sleeping girl on her sofa, the drugs just now starting to wear off. "Oh thank goodness, you're safe," Dana said breathlessly when Lucy began to wake up. "I saw you were being attacked, and I rushed in to help you. They knocked you out before I got to you, though, but I rescued you, brought you here. You're safe with me, I promise," she smiled.

[audaxbellator]

@etched-in-sin

Orders were orders. Regardless of how Steve felt about them. Being a bodyguard of sorts was not exactly how he’d imagined living his life. If he was truthful, nothing that had happened to him was how he’d imagined his life turning out. But being tasked with keeping watch on the Presidents daughter while his life was a great honor. He knew that much. It was purely precaution, until they were certain everyone was safe. They were both sent to a safe house, where they would spend a majority of their time.

A few months in, the threat still hasn’t been found, and they were still at the safe house. Steve rolled over in bed, rubbing his hand across his face before expecting to roll into the warmth of a body. Instead he finds it empty. So he slides out of bed and wanders into the kitchen, where he can small coffee brewing. He smiles at the sight of Grace standing at the counter, wearing his shirt.

He comes up behind her, hands gently resting on her hips, face nuzzling into her neck. “That’s not fair,” he murmurs in her ear, knowing she knows exactly what he’s talking about.

[potestmagice]

@etched-in-sin

The TARDIS had landed in a courtyard of a castle. The Professor stepped out of the brown wooden box and looked around. Everything was quiet and covered in snow. It must be winter, he thought. There wasn’t a sound to be heard, which struck him as odd. Like the castle was just deserted. He began to look around before he heard the blast of a trumpet. He looked up and followed the blast. They must be having some sort of ceremony.

[potestmagice]

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“I am doing this right, yes?” She felt the need to ask, appreciating the trust he put in her, but at the same time dreading it if anything turned out badly, when this was ought to be a pleasurable experience for them.

The Professor nodded as he watched Morgana tie him up and string him into the air. His arms were tied up behind him, and tied to his legs too - as if he was hogtied.”I think so, yes,” he replied. “I do trust you with this.”

[intxthevoid]

"Would you like to feel them kick?" from etched-in-sin for Troy & Kat

Kat glanced at Troy before walking over to their pregnant sister and grinned at the woman, "We would...are they really active?"