#hezenrook

[salsedinepicta]

Some sketches with assorted pairings, posts edition

[madamemortem]

When your first crush cuts her hand off in exchange for parts for her bone golem as part of her plan for necromantic world domination and you're not sure if you're turned on by her or her former colleague's attempt to bring her to reason.

[volkoss]

Seven Sentences

Both @veilkeeper and @lavender-tea-fling tagged me in variations of “share seven lines of your WIP” meme, so I come bearing a snippet of the Hezenrook side-project I wrote on the tram this morning:

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“Your father is likely holed up in some Orlesian backwater,” Hezenkoss hisses. When Klara remains stubbornly silent, Hezenkoss continues undeterred, apparently content to fill the room with the sound of her own ranting. “But you already considered that, didn’t you? So why are you here?”

Though the older woman’s eyes are hidden behind her ever-present goggles, her gaze weighs heavy on the tips of Klara’s ears anyway. “I think you know what happens to pretty young elves in Orlais. Just as well you came to me instead.”

The obvious response would be to remind Hezenkoss that she had been the one to issue the invite, but instead Klara finds herself answering, “Y’know, nobody’s ever called me pretty before.”

Tagging: @choccy-zefirka @rosella-writes @say-lene and anybody else who wants to do this one!

[hezenkossapologist]

THIS STEAMY F/F HEZENKOSS DOMINATING ROOK PORN FIC IS CHANGING MY LIFE

THANK YOU ABANDONEDHALL FOR “THE GUILDED INVITATION”

I will be in my bunk saluting the hard work put in at the old woman yuri mines 🫡

[salsedinepicta]

I'm really enjoying Ingellvar's origin/route, but in my heart I also have a place for the De Riva that I literally couldn't play due to the game's mechanics. Let's all look at her in these assorted sketches (with a plus one 💀✨).

[guacamolleee]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @redheadsramblings, @holdingontojupiter, and @caughtnyact 💖 thank you

a couple of my friends have already seen this, but now I inflict this upon Tumblr. More of the emmrook/hezenrook sugar baby wip 💖

A little more spicy this time and Johanna calling Emmrich a dirty old man

“Selfish girl.” Johanna’s boot stroked downward, over the dark, wet patch of fabric. Rook ground her hips down.

They could stay like this all morning if Johanna wanted, could have Rook pull her panties to the side and fuck Johanna's boot, tip of it pressing into her cunt and finding no resistance, the girl whining for more, more, more.

Rook would like that wouldn't she? Filthy and pathetic, it wouldn't take too long for her to come right there on the floor, staining the carpet and drooling like a dog on Johanna's leg.

Johanna couldn't have that.

She pulled away, Rook’s eyes flying open, immediately whining, “Johanna, please, please, let me—”

“You may touch yourself but you are not to come until I tell you to,” Johanna said, offering a double-edged kindness that Rook didn't deserve.

The girl blinked, eyes wide and shiny, dumbly staring at her through a fog of arousal. Johanna's hands undid the belt of her own trousers, experienced fingers pulling it away and unfastening the buttons there as she toed off her boots. Rook's face dawned with understanding and she nodded. Johanna could imagine the girl's head flying off just from the eagerness.

“Good. Now show me just how grateful you are, pet.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

Rook's voice was shaky, but her fingers were not — pulling down the zipper then tugging Johanna's trousers off deftly. She pressed her cheek to Johanna's thigh, warmed all over, as one hand traveled up to the edges of her underwear.

Johanna's underwear was plain, practical, nothing like the lacy underthings Volkarin was prone to buying for their pet. Ass hanging out, the shape of Rook's cunt barely hidden by a scrap of fabric. Volkarin hid behind an air of romance and gentility but Johanna knew better.

Dirty fucking old man, fingers hungry and throat dry, eyes darting away from a show of flesh before looking again, choking on quiet lustful adoration. At least Johanna was honest with herself — no qualms with ogling at their girl like she was a piece of meat, touching where she wanted to be touched, and saying every dirty little thing they both wanted to do to her. Rook preened at the attention all the same, and Johanna supposed that suited all three of them.

no pressure tags for @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @randomnonsensedragonage @thequeenofthewinter @the-font-bandit @theyearningghoul @broodwoof @vivispec @librivore42 @veilguardiumleviosa @bygonesigh and anyone else that wants to share 💖

[guacamolleee]

sugar apples - chapter 1: Johanna

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I was planning on posting all of 3 parts together as one long work, but decided to divide it into 3 chapters to space it out better.

Stay tuned for next week — Emmrich gets a turn 😉

Explicit. 3,643 words.

Chapter 1 (you're here!) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Fic Summary:

Rook preened at the attention, and she supposed this arrangement suited all three of them. Overheated skin, trembling thighs — a sugar apple, swollen and overripe, skin splitting easily between two pairs of hands.

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Or, Johanna, Emmrich, Rook, and their arrangement. A modern-day sugar baby AU in the form of a smutty relationship study.

Chapter Summary:

“Close your mouth.” Johanna threw her credit card — black and shiny, the sort with no credit limit that the girl in front of her could never even dream to get on her own — onto the table, crossing her legs on the chair, and leveled an unimpressed look at Rook. “Well?”

“I didn’t— you— all of it—” Rook took a deep breath. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

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Or, Johanna pays off Rook's student loans. Rook shows her just how grateful she is.

Preview under the cut

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“Johanna—!”

Rook was staring at her, bug-eyed and surprised, mouth shaped into a little o. If she kept that up any longer, Johanna was sure the silly thing would start swallowing flies, and then Volkarin would be on her case if their pet choked to death on her own spit. Johanna couldn't have that.

“Close your mouth.” Johanna threw her credit card — black and shiny, the sort with no credit limit that the girl in front of her could never even dream to get on her own — onto the table, crossing her legs on the chair, and leveled an unimpressed look at Rook. “Well?”

“I didn’t— you— all of it—” Rook took a deep breath. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.” Johanna raised a brow. “Are you complaining? I could call the bank and cancel—”

“No!” Rook nearly shouted, then in a quieter voice, “No, no. That won't be necessary.” She was staring at the screen behind Johanna, the bright ‘thank you for paying!’ page on Rook’s ages old laptop reflecting on the window of Volkarin's penthouse. They should get it replaced, Johanna thought idly, it was a fucking drag to get through the ten-thousand-and-one monthly payments one by one on that ancient thing. Like pulling teeth as it wheezed its dying breaths.

Perhaps an exaggeration, but it certainly felt like it. The stupid girl had been scammed by those sharks in financial aid, smelling the stink of financial illiteracy all over her and coming in for the kill with downright predatory interest rates. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Rook had accepted it with nary a complaint. But at least she finished her degree, Johanna supposed. An idiot — but a useful one. Paying off those outrageous loans would barely make a dent in Johanna's bank account and they both knew it.

“I'm not going to be able to pay you back.”

Johanna snorted. No, Rook would not.

“I…” Rook didn't know what to say, and Johanna let her gape like a fish for another moment, mouth opening then closing and opening again. Flies meet mouth, et cetera, et cetera. Eventually, Rook settled on simply saying, “Thank you.”

Voice soft and disgustingly sincere, it made Johanna’s hackles rise, her eyes narrowing and arms crossing. But then Rook was grinning at her and there was that impish gleam in her eyes. The annoyance passed into something else, settling low and heavy in Johanna’s gut.

“Maybe…” And the girl was slinking toward her, batting lashes and swaying hips that had Johanna rolling her eyes, feigning indifference, and checking her watch. She had work in two hours. Volkarin will be back in three. Johanna's eyes returned to Rook just as the girl came within arm’s length. “I can repay you in other ways?”

They had time.

“Is that so?”

Rook had leaned over the desk, smile turning coy. “If you want.”

“And what do you know of what I want, girl?” Johanna's voice was carefully even. She cupped Rook's chin in one hand, digging a sharp nail into her cheek, hard.

Rook gasped softly — and only pressed closer, a bright crescent forming on her cheek. Any harder and Johanna could break skin, blood rushing beneath pretty flesh then welling under her fingertips, the carpet stained permanently red.

“Knees on the floor.”

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[guacamolleee]

sugar apples - chapter 2: Emmrich

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Welcome to chapter 2. I hope you enjoy!

Next week is Rook's turn 😏

Explicit. 3,743 words.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (you're here!) | Chapter 3

Fic Summary:

Rook preened at the attention, and she supposed this arrangement suited all three of them. Overheated skin, trembling thighs — a sugar apple, swollen and overripe, skin splitting easily between two pairs of hands.

—

Or, Johanna, Emmrich, Rook, and their arrangement. A modern-day sugar baby AU in the form of a smutty relationship study.

Chapter Summary:

Emmrich's phone buzzed once, just as he closed the front door. Dropping his car keys into the little wooden bowl with one hand, he fished his phone out with the other.

A text.

You're welcome. J

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Or, Emmrich comes home to find Johanna's little present, and proceeds to have a lot of feelings.

Preview under the cut

Emmrich's phone buzzed once, just as he closed the front door. Dropping his car keys into the little wooden bowl with one hand, he fished his phone out with the other.

A text.

You're welcome. J

He felt his eye twitch. Knowing Johanna, that could mean absolutely anything. He looked up, squinting his eyes across the living room, half cautious, half intrigued. It was quiet, nothing out of place — except for one thing.

“Darling?” he called out.

No answer.

Rook, as far as he was aware, had planned to stay home today, and he had expected her to bound up to him, loop her arms around his shoulders, and plant kisses on his face as she normally did.

Perhaps she'd gone out for a quick errand?

Instead of Rook, Manfred came to greet him, hissing affectionately and twining around Emmrich's legs, rubbing his neck onto the fabric of Emmrich's trousers.

“Hello, dear Manfred.” He knelt and scratched under Manfred's chin, soft bone-white fur beneath his fingers, the cat purring in response. “Did you happen to see Rook anywhere?” Manfred cocked his head and hissed, an odd little trait he had when Emmrich adopted him, as if he had never learnt how to meow. “No? Oh, well.”

Emmrich put his things away, Manfred tagging along, the both of them plodding through the penthouse. He smiled to himself — Rook's jacket thrown on the couch, an old charming thing, all distressed denim and loving patchwork that she'd refused to give up. Manfred was just as fond of it, making himself comfortable on top for a late morning nap. A mug of what he thought might be the remnants of hot chocolate — a treat from Treviso when he'd taken Rook there over the summer — sat on the coffee table, next to a book that had been left open as if she'd been hastily pulled away.

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