#hezenrook

Some sketches with assorted pairings, posts edition

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.”

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

THANK YOU ABANDONEDHALL FOR “THE GUILDED INVITATION”

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.

(Read on AO3)

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

(Read on AO3)

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.

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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:

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