#he was SUCH a rude apprentice

[glados-kisser]

i love playing my idiot hero complex guy. hes so scrunkly and stupid.

[senselessalchemist]

ahhh fuckit why not - halloween comic in november

(apologies for inconsistent quality)

[demelzathemer]

I had a dream there was a Cats movie taking place in 1950s and looking a lot like Grease with all the teenagers singing in the city and Rum Tum Tugger being the popular heartthrob obviously. Well Mistoffelees was a little nerdy wallflower dreaming about the stage and when the teens gathered in an abandoned warehouse to drink and party, he had his chance.

He's doing a magic show and singing his own song wowing everyone, and Tugger falls hard lol. The rest of the movie is just their love story with romantic duets in a field of flowers etc. They get married and have a family and in the end they're this rich old couple surrounded with a dozen kids, all black or white and Tugger being the proudest father and husband. Ngl I laughed when I woke up it was great

[soullessseraphim]

asking again cuz now I'm curious to know things...

7

° For Liam

7 - A quote

"*gasp* Ooooh, silly me ! I thought you were a rock, ha ha ! I was about to split you in two to see what treasures your insides hold, *chuckle* silly silly me..."

[lamina-tsrif]

MOON 5

the kits r a riot

privet is out here trauma dumping on these infants n dovepurr is having some weird kind of simmering beef w/ them. can yall be normal please

[dogrocks]

i’m reading through a vision of shadows and i want so desperately for someone to tell jayfeather to shut the fuck up

[waloeders]

bopping him n then. he can have a cuddle actually gn <3

[thatbendyfan]

:( i don’t think i like william very much

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as amny universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as this mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

[realcube]

HQ MEN AS YOUR BOSS ...with chemistry

characters ♡ oikawa, tsukishima, iwaizumi & kenma

tags/cw ♡ vaginal, dad!oikawa, implied virginity loss, breeding // degredation, dacryphilia // age gap, power imbalance // oral (giving), monetary incentive — minors dni! (sfw ver.)

♡ OIKAWA

needing a babysitter while his ex-wife is out of town and he has to go to training, oikawa is given a recommendation by his teammate. that is how you end up in his massive house by the ocean, watching his kids. before he left, he promised that if you did a good job, he'd give you the tip. you assume he simply misphrased that sentence — spanish isn't his first language, after all — but you soon realise he meant exactly what he said.

he gave you a lot more than just the tip, though. his whole length pierces into you, while your fingers try to grasp at the smooth, polished surface of the kitchen island counter he has you bent over. a futile attempt at coping with the furious billow of bliss he sends sweeping through you.

his rough grip on your waist; his hand tangled in your hair, pushing your face against the cold marble; the way he avoids moaning your name because he doesn't remember it. you know he's only using you for his own pleasure and to be able to brag to his teammates that he fucked the hot babysitter senseless in his kitchen last night while the kids were down. young and tight — maybe even a virgin — but he had the honour of pounding into your chaste pussy, using you as his personal cumdump.

"good girl." he groans through gritted teeth, relief rushing through him as he spills his seed inside you. he fucks you through his high, making your body shake with each sloppy thrust. only faltering when he notices his actions cause some of his cum to leak out of you. with his finger, he guides it back into your hole. he smirks at the implications of what he has just done, and leans down to whisper coarsely in your ear, "maybe if you get pregnant, i'll let you come live here with me. how does that sound?"

he smacks your ass and you yelp, at which he laughs.

♡ TSUKISHIMA

working for a strict boss like tsukishima at the museum was a lot of pressure. he watches you like hawk, piercing eyes burning a hole through you, waiting for you to mess up or do something slightly wrong so he can yell at and reprimand you. all your co-workers brush it off as him being a mean guy, since it's true he is like that with everyone, but they can't see how much harsher he is with you.

that's only because tsukishima is very strategic when it comes to you. he only tells you off when the staff lounge is empty; he'll sabotage your work relationships so they won't care that he makes you stay late; he makes rude quips about your 'slutty outfits' only when nobody else is around to hear. after he screams at you for the exhibits being dirty and demand you clean them, he corners you in the janitor's cupboard and locks the door.

tears stream down your face, some drip onto the ground while others are soaked up by the cement wall tsukishima has your cheek pressed up against while he takes you from behind. with one hand up your skirt, fondling your ass. the other placed on your hip, which he moves to wipe away your tears roughly with the back of his hands.

"stop crying." his cock batters your aching walls, while you squirm against him, a feeble attempt to position yourself so his tip brushes your g-spot. though, he puts a swift end to this by clamping his hand down on your hips. "if didn't want me to yell at you, then don't be fuckin' hopeless." he stammers out through groans. "should be grateful i've found a use for you. so be quiet an take it like a decent whore."

♡ IWAIZUMI

an a student of sport science, you're very lucky that one of the best athletic trainers in the business agreed to take you on as an apprentice. you both get along very well too; iwaizumi can be strict at times but you can tell it's because he really cares and wants you to succeed.

when he's not actively training you, he's still very kind. you both joke around some and he's always making small talk, you even learned that he used to be a volleyball player and he's friends with a couple pros! beyond that though, you never notice how his gaze lingers when you're demonstrating stretches; how he 'coincidentally' asks you to stay late for practise on days you're wearing a low cut top; and how he always keeps an ear out for your small — but sweet — whimpers of struggle as you tidy up the weights and dumbbells.

his eyes have been on you ever since you started work for him, but things only change the day he takes of his shirt while cleaning up, and you happen finally realise how hot he is. from there, it's impossible for you to keep your hands off, and he feels the same. next thing you know, he has you sprawled out on the gym floor, laying into you in missionary.

it's been a long day of training and he's already exhausted but he still gives it to you with everything he has, and more. his firm dick lowers in to you while your walls cling to him, swallowing him up. your arms are daped around his shoulders to stable yourself while his hips smash against yours, and from the sheer mix of pain and pleasure, your nails dig into his skin. not that he minds, it's all muscle back there, anyway.

he likes giving it to you rough. not that he wants to wreck that pretty pussy of yours too badly; it needs to be enjoyable enough that'll your beg him for another round. but he likes the way your tits bounce when he thrusts hard enough, it's an even better sight than you doing starjumps. one that he'll never get enough of.

♡ KENMA

being a stock-trader, ceo, pro-gamer and youtuber is all really hard work so of course kenma requires a personal assistant. when you show up for the interview, he instantly knows you're the one, but he doesn't want to give you such a heavy workload. therefore, he hires two people: he hands the other person all the difficult stuff, and leaves you free. all you need to do is stand about and look pretty. he never said that aloud, but it was made obvious when one of the jobs he gave you was to come into his office and paint your nails. and of course, being the diligent employee you are, you followed his orders.

it didn't take long for him to start experiencing 'favouritism' accusations but they were promptly shut down by a simple 'yes, and?' from kenma. any person with half a brain can tell how much special treatment you receive, he would be foolish to try to deny it.

but it's all worth it. you're like his gorgeous doll, his prized possession, it's his responsibilty to treat you with all the care and love you deserve. he didn't even want anything in return for it, getting to see you every day was reward enough. but when you come in to his office requesting a raise, that's when the negotiation begins.

your lips swell around his cock, having been going at it for so long, but he urges you to continue in his muted, whiny voice. he relaxes in his chair, head tossed back in pleasure while you work on his cock, bobbing your head up and down on it. "s' good.." he grumbles, hand finding it's way to your cheek.

his thumb brushes against your skin while your tongue rubs his length. he tastes umami and strong. cock so long that even when you go down on him, you can't reach the base, and the back of your mouth hurts from trying. but he grips your chin and lifts your face so you can meet his sultry gaze. amused by how cute you look with your mouth stuffed full of his cock, he rasps, "there's a twenty thousand yen bonus if you deepthroat."

[emacrow]

Alfred gains an unique apprentice after his arm got fractured.

Most of the batfam has been causing a ruckus in the Wayne Manor for the past 4 months that even Alfred was feeling a bit worn out.

To the point that his personal favorite market friends suggest getting a trainee, or a ward to help him out epecially because Alfred isn't getting any younger, no matter how well he took care of his own health.

Helda got herself a ward herself, a sweet little girl, name Ellen who help her keep the lil Duckling candles shop in order especially after her hip surgery went through, and will be taking over for her considering helda had no descendents, but Ellen make her feel young again.

Alfred merely delined, but ended up getting the card still by persistented friends. A card with a purple GrandFather clock symbol and a number on it. He left it in his draw as he was not rude enough to throw away.

Then came the prank war 13 on June 15th in the Wayne Manor that Alfred accidentally ended up being targeted by pure coincidence which ended with him with a fractured arm..

Both Bruce and Alfred was majorly disappointed with how far escalated the prank war went that got immediately stop when the batfam saw Alfred gotten injured during it.

Except now Alfred is stuck for 6-10 weeks without using his right arm until his personal doctor said it ok to take the cast off then have a arm sling..

Alfred was immensely stubborn for 3 days, 3 days of trying to do all his duties.. before he gave in..

And called the number on the card, and received a lovely blue letter with a couple of oddly specific paperwork on a type of help he need, what is your age, your job occupied, have any illness or arthritis, needs in case of meta or superpower sudden surprises appear, how dangerous is your and your family lifestyle, etc

By the time he finished the paperwork and hand it sent back in the return blue letter. It was by day 5 on a Friday when he received a letter back, stating that that a ward been selected and will be coming from Amity Park to help him.

Alfred was expected a teenager, but a 7 year old boy with blaring light blue eyes, starlight like freckles, black hair with a medium space designed suitcase and a very old and worn out bearbert plush on top of it.

"Good morning, You must be Mr. Pennyworth, and I'm Danny." Danny beamed a soft smile with the eyes of wisdom and understanding. Alfred pause for a mere second before a soft smile bloomed and open the door wide for him.

"Hello there Danny, do come in. Alfred said softly as he watch danny a bit with curiosity.

Would you like a snack before we start the day?" Alfred ask as he escorted danny to the kitchen to help him with today breakfast along with a list of the breakfast dishes with ingredients.

"That ok, what would you like to help you do, cut the vegetables, stir the pot, help lift the food into the oven, or clean the dishes, because you aren't going to try and do that all with a broken arm, right?" Danny said as he look at today breakfast list, going to the sink and cleaning his hand thoroughly first before touching any fresh ingredients already put out while Alfred pick the frying pans, cups, dishes and utensils for the batfam.

Alfred notice right away that danny was floating a bit to pick the heavy large pot full of marinated food from the fridge that was supposed to be on the stove for slow brothing for later today dinner, considering alfred couldn't well take it out himself since his arm was broken..

Smiling softly to himself that it was a good idea to have a ward of his own as he teaches danny the best techniques to make a Benedict.

New post here

[jinjeriffic]

DCxDP Prophecy universe

(Title subject to change)

Sometimes Danny really hated Clockwork. You’ll know him when you see him. “Cryptic and unhelpful as usual”, Danny groused. “You’d think the Master of Time could be a little more descriptive considering it’s his damned errands I’m running here, but noooo! I’m starting to think this whole apprenticeship is just an excuse to foist his busywork off on me.”

Here Danny was, aimlessly flying above the rooftops of Gotham, trying to figure out who he was supposed to be delivering his message to. He had a name, but no description and no location. I’ll know him when I see him my ass. Whoever this Damian Al-Ghul was supposed to be had better stick out like a sore thumb or Danny was never gonna find him. Speaking of…

Danny paused in mid-air. There was someone crouching on a nearby rooftop, peering over the edge. He was young, wearing a red and yellow outfit with a dark hooded cape. He wore a sheathed sword on his back that looked way too real to be part of some casual cosplay. Welp, if this ain’t him then Clockwork picked the wrong errand boy. Now, how best to approach this?

Danny considered his options. The cloak and apprentice staff Clockwork had loaned him gave him a suitably spooky appearance on top of his usual ghostliness but he wasn’t gonna go around scaring kids, armed or not. The friendly approach it is then.

“Hey there!”

Wow, the kid had some good reflexes. At the sound of Danny’s voice he jumped as if electrocuted, spinning around and drawing his sword in one smooth movement. He held the sword in front of himself in a defensive position and his stance showed that he knew how to use it. “Who the hell are you?” he barked.

“Easy there” Danny raised his hands in a placating gesture “I’m just here to deliver a message. I’m looking for someone named Damian Al-Ghul. You wouldn’t happen to be him, right?”

A deepening scowl was his only answer. “I repeat, who the hell are you?”

Danny sighed “Look kid, I’m just trying to do my job here. I have a prophecy to deliver, so if you’re not this Damian fella…” he trailed off invitingly.

“A… prophecy?” the kid hesitated before lowering his sword slightly, scowl still firmly in place.

“Yep” Danny popped the end of the word for emphasis “Phantom, apprentice to the Ghost of Time and part-time delivery spectre, at your service” he threw the kid a mock salute. “My Boss told me to come to Gotham to give a prophecy to you’ll know him when you see him” he dropped his voice to a lower register and made airquotes around the words, “and you’re the only memorable person I’ve seen tonight, so…” Danny spread his arms in exasperation.

The kid hesitated visibly before letting his sword hand drop to his side. “I am the one you’re looking for.”

“Great! Hang on.” Danny pulled a messenger bag out from under his cloak and started rummaging around in it, causing the kid (Damian?) to twitch “Now where did I put..? Aha!” Danny pulled out a faintly glowing envelope in triumph. It had a large purple wax seal on it and Damian Al-Ghul written in elegant cursive across the back. Danny floated closer and held out the envelope to the kid.

“The prophecy… is a letter?” Damian drawled, eyebrows rising in disbelief. Danny shrugged.

“What, did you expect a dancing, singing telegram? I only do those for the really good tippers” he shook the envelope slightly “So, are you gonna take this or what?”

Damian finally reached out and took the letter, turning it over to scrutinise both sides. Danny tucked his bag back under his cloak and rose into the air.

“Right, I’ve got other errands to get done, so… see ya!” he turned to leave.

“Wait”

Danny turned back to face the kid and to his surprise, saw that Damian was holding out some folded bills towards him.

“You know the tipping thing was a joke, right?”

“Tt. I am told it is rude not to tip delivery people” Damian sniffed “I am simply acting within expected social norms”

“Wow, um… okay” Danny took the folded bills from Damian. It looked like it would last him for a couple of good meals and he wasn’t exactly swimming in money, okay? Ghost apprentice wasn’t exactly a paid internship. “Thanks?”

“You’re welcome” came the haughty reply.

Danny shrugged and tucked the money into his bag. He rose back into the air with Damian’s eyes tracking his movement. With a wave of his staff, he opened a portal back to Clockwork’s realm and passed through it leaving Gotham behind.

****

Robin’s hand rose to the communicator in his ear.

“Oracle, did you get all that?”

Now has a Part 2!

[mxrisacoulter]

NICK FROM THE APPRENTICE !!!! oh my god

london hinge is a wild thing lmao

[hypewinter]

Jason had been sitting in his living room, maintenancing his weapons when a circle appeared before him. It was big and swirling. It's hue very much akin to the sickening green of the Lazarus pits. He quickly realized the circle was in fact a portal as a teen stepped out of it. The teen wore surgical gloves and a mask over what appeared to be a hazmat suit. His hair was silver and seemed unaffected by gravity. Worse of all though, were his eyes that were that same damn color that Jason had long since grown to hate.

Jason grabbed two guns that were not currently taken apart and aimed them at the boy, taking a menacing step forward as he did so. "Who are you?" he growled. "What do you want?"

To his surprise, the boy didn't threaten him or gloat about some massive plan already under way. He didn't even offer some sort of vague, cryptic advice. Instead, the teen actually took a step back, covering his nose with one arm while putting the other up in surrender.

"Don't come any close!" he yelped. "The stench is already bad enough from here."

Jason blinked. What? "Excuse me?" was all he could utter.

The boy turned away slightly and dry heaved. "Ugh, so nasty."

Jason was having trouble figuring out what was going on. Even with his detective training. "Did you- did you just call me nasty?" he finally managed to splutter out.

The boy turned back to him, his eyes crinkling in utter disgust. "Uh, yeah. What else would you call a flea infested rat?"

"Flea infested-" Jason squawked.

"Listen could you just come with me so that we can get all of that taken care of asap," the boy said, gesturing towards Jason.

Regaining his composure a little, Jason tightened his grip on his weapons. "Hell no! I'm not going anywhere with you until you start explaining."

Despite having two guns pointed at his head, the teen only let out a deep sigh.

"Fine, have it your way." He replied, stepping towards Jason. The vigilante heard the kid mumbling, "You can do this. Think of it as handling a stinky baby. A very disease infested stinky baby," as he got closer and closer.

Jason fired off a warning shot next to the kid but the boy didn't even flinch. Fine, Jason thought. We can do this the hard way. He aimed at the boy's knee cap and fired. Only for the bullet to pass right through him. The boy neared him before picking him up like an unruly kitten. Jason went limp as he officially stopped processing what was happening. How the hell had this kid managed to lift him so effortlessly?

He didn't put up a fight as the boy turned around and led them both back through the portal, his arms outstretched as far away from his torso as possible. Jason's mind had just barely started to process information again when this weird furry, horned creature appeared in front of him.

"Ah Great One! You've returned," it said.

"Yeah yeah just hurry up and take this from me before I throw up!" the teen replied, setting Jason down and distancing himself.

The creature fixed the boy with a stern look. "That is not how we treat patients, Great One. Need I remind you? It was you who wanted to be my apprentice and all that entails. That includes treating our patients with the utmost professionalism. Regardless of your personal feelings."

The teen actually had the nerve to look sheepish, maybe even a little guilty. As if he hadn't just spent the last 5 minutes mercilessly insulting Jason.

The two continued talking for a time and Jason was more than happy to let them. It gave him time to process what the hell he was looking at and with any luck, they would let slip some crucial information. Instead however, they ended up discussing more about whatever this apprenticeship was before the weird looking creature turned back towards Jason.

"Apologies for the rudeness my apprentice has shown you," he said.

Jason muttered out an 'uh huh' in response.

The creature clapped his hands. "Now then, shall we get you examined?"

Examined? Jason staring blankly at the creature. Then he stared at the teen, hoping to gleam any info from their facial expressions. Nothing. And of course he did have his comms or his sos signal on him. Great, just great. What an absolutely craptastic situation he found himself in. He'd be sure to come back and haunt Bruce this time. Maybe even Dick. He swore that much.

[the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep]

A Day Off at Ramazith’s Tower (AFAB!Reader x Rolan)

Summary: Rolan has been working far too hard lately and, after much coaxing, agrees to take a day off.

Rating: M, NSFW

Pairing: AFAB!Reader x Rolan

Tags: PIV intercourse, handjob, lazy morning sex

Word count: 1.8k

Rolan groaned softly as he rolled onto his back. Rays of sunlight cascaded through the window, rudely awakening him. His yellow eyes opened into slits, guarding themselves from the sunlight.

Normally, he would be awake and in his office by now, poring over his inventory lists and planning his next exhibition for the local aspiring mages. Instead, he lay next to you as you slept peacefully. You insisted that he take a day off for once. Rolan waved you off for tendays before finally relenting and agreeing to let his apprentice handle the scut work for a day. After his experience with Lorroakan, Rolan abhorred giving his apprentices anything to do that wasn’t immediately relevant to skill development. In the end it took both you and Rolan’s apprentice to convince him that it was, in fact, a good idea to take a day to rest his mind and body.

The motion transfer of Rolan shifting in bed caused you to wake up and roll over to cuddle onto his chest.

“Hey, you,” you murmured sleepily, nuzzling into his embrace. It was your customary morning greeting, one that Rolan found endearing enough to appropriate himself.

“Hey, you,” he echoed, kissing your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. “Did you sleep well, my darling?”

You hummed affirmatively, planting a soft kiss beneath his collar bone. “How about yourself?”

Rolan smiled. “I always sleep better with you here.” He nuzzled into your hair, taking in the scent of your skin and shampoo.

The two of you laid in bed, cuddled beneath the heavy blankets that Rolan always put out when the first chilly days of autumn descended on the city.

“I’ll go make us tea,” he murmured, kissing the crown of your head. When he started to get up, you pulled him back into the soft bedding.

“You’re not going anywhere or doing anything,” you replied authoritatively. “You’re supposed to be relaxing today.”

Rolan huffed and allowed you to pull him back into bed. “Fine,” he acquiesced.

“I’ll go make us tea,” you replied, snaking your arms out from under him. “You stay here.”

Rolan wrapped his tail around your ankle, tethering you to him.

“You’re not going anywhere, either, my dove,” he growled suggestively. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back into his warm body.

“There is one thing on my agenda today and I will see to it that it’s completed immediately,” Rolan said gruffly in your ear. His breath was hot against the soft skin of your neck.

“And what’s that?” you asked as you matched his suggestive tone.

“Pleasuring you until you scream.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at how he’d turned the tables on you.

“This is supposed you be your day off,” you protested as Rolan leveraged his tail’s hold on your ankle to straddle you. His yellow eyes gleamed devilishly as he smirked at you.

“There is no better way to spend my leisure time, if I may be so frank.”

Before you could protest, Rolan captured your lips in a forceful and heated kiss. He buried his fingers in your hair, pulling gently as he sucked at your lower lip. You moaned responsively, feeling his tongue slide into your mouth. Your tongues explored each others’ mouths as you kissed hungrily. Rolan’s clawed hand slid under your nightshirt and squeezed your supple breast while his lips claimed yours. You barely noticed his tail unfurling from around your ankle until the tip of it flicked teasingly against your slit.

“Naughty,” you muttered between kisses as you reached for Rolan’s briefs. When you found his bulge, you slid your hand into his briefs and gently wrapped your fingers around his cock. Rolan gasped raggedly in response as his eyelids fluttered.

“Zurgan,” he hissed against your lips. The sensation of your hand was enough to send him over the edge all on its own.

The two of you had been together long enough that you understood his quirks, like how quickly to stroke… when to slow down… when to bring him just to the edge of release before denying him… You knew what he liked. What he wanted.

“Shh…” you hushed, licking his lower lip. “Don’t get too worked up. It’s your day off, after all.”

Rolan pressed his lips to your neck. “Beloved, the day I remain calm in response to your touch is the day I draw my final breath.”

The tip of his tail played over the prominence of your clitoris, sliding easily over your arousal.

“Why, you’re dripping for me,” Rolan rasped with pride. “I’d advise you to calm yourself, but you’re past the point of no return, I’m afraid.”

Your hips pressed upwards towards his while your hand stroked his cock at just the right tempo, indicated by Rolan’s ragged breathing. Your thumb played with the head of his member and the frenulum, causing the tiefling to shudder.

“Hells,” he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to maintain composure. He wanted to sink himself into you and claim you as his.

You grinned mischievously as your hand moved deftly along Rolan’s shaft. “Do you like that?”

“You know I do.” Rolan moved his tail out of the way and replaced it with his fingers. Even though he was a wizard of considerable skill, there were certain things best done by hand, in his opinion.

You gasped as his fingers found your clitoris, positioning themselves around its silken prominence in a V-shape. Meanwhile, Roman moved his thumb over the top of the clitoris and began to pulse the pad of his thumb against it.

“Gods, Rolan,” you wheezed. Your hips were bucking against his hand as Rolan pleasured you with skillful precision.

You could no longer maintain your gentle hold on his member under the circumstances; the pleasure was too great to be able to focus on much else.

“I can stop, if that would be easier on you,” Rolan teased.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you said hoarsely.

Rolan immediately stopped rubbing your clit, waiting for you to react. Your response was immediate as you began to rub yourself against his fingers instead.

Rolan’s lips curved into a wolfish smirk and his fangs glistened in the morning sunlight. He knew how desperate you were and how hungry you were for him. He could no longer deny you; he was a generous man, after all.

He pulled his hand away from your slit and dragged his fingers over his tongue, taking in the sweet and tangy taste of you. Rolan pressed his lips to yours one last time before hurriedly removing his briefs. His hands slid upwards and pulled your sleep shirt free from your body, revealing your soft and welcoming body in full.

As he often did before claiming you, Rolan’s bright golden eyes surveyed your figure appreciatively, the way one might take in the beauty of a fine work of art.

With that, he positioned himself between your thighs and slowly sheathed himself inside of you. The rate at which he moved allowed you to feel every ridged inch of him as he entered.

You clenched your jaw tightly, trying to maintain a sense of composure.

“Don’t restrain yourself, my beauty,” Rolan cooed in your ear. “I want you to come undone for me.”

Rolan’s hips pulsed slowly and steadily, thrusting in and out of you as your body accommodated his cock.

“You’re so perfect for me,” he breathed, caressing your cheek. “So soft and perfect.”

He bent down over you, pressing his lips to your neck while one hand cupped your breast. His clawed thumb flicked your nipple languidly as his thrusts sped up.

You inhaled sharply as Rolan plunged into you rhythmically. Your hips began to press up into his in concert, not wanting him to retract from you.

“Desperate this morning, aren’t you?” Rolan growled. “I have just the cure for that.”

He gripped your thighs and pushed your knees back into your chest, laying your calves over his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you gasped. Your eyes were wide with excitement and pleasure as Rolan began to rock his hips forward. You could feel his cock moving deep inside of you, just barely ghosting against your cervix as his cock thrusted, piston-like, in and out.

Your moans and cries of pleasure only spurred Rolan on as his hips smacked against yours.

“Rolan, I’m—“

“I know, lovely, I know,” he crooned. Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, his tone belied that he was approaching the precipice of completion. “You look so beautiful when you’re spread open for me like this.”

Your moans and cried grew ever-more desperate, bordering on whimpers and wails as your lover’s lips collided with yours again.

Rolan’s hips stuttered and began to move more erratically; he wasn’t going to be able to control himself much longer, not with you crying out so beautifully beneath him.

“Come for me,” he begged you. “Unravel for me, my darling.”

He only had so much control left and he used it to push you over the edge. Your eyes widened as your whines grew more desperate. You couldn’t hold on much longer and Rolan’s begging triggered a near-immediate response.

Your fingers dug into the flesh of his back as your body contracted rhythmically around his cock.

“Agh! Rolan!” you wailed, squeezing your eyes shut as you came apart for him.

The rhythmic squeeze of your inner walls was enough to drive Rolan over the edge all on its own.

“Gods, my love,” he wheezed as his release spilled into you. His cock throbbed as he rode out his orgasm. He let your legs down from his shoulders and embraced you tightly as the two of you panted together in the aftermath of your intimacies.

As was often the case after sex, the two of you laid quietly together, holding each other in silence. You were both too breathless to say a word.

When you regained your composure, you grinned tiredly at Rolan. “Not a bad start to a day off,” you remarked.

Rolan snorted in response as he kissed the soft skin behind your ear. “I’m glad you talked me into this,” he said finally.

“Can I get that in writing?” you smirked.

“After you make me some tea,” Rolan retorted, giving your ass a smack. “There’s a lot more where that came from.”

Today would likely be the only day off Rolan would allow himself for a while and he was hellbent on enjoying it in your embrace.

[bonefall]

I know you talked about Crowfeather's abuse to Breezepelt, but are you keeping Nightcloud's physical abuse against Crowfeather? In all their arguments, Nightcloud is the only one who ever gets physical with Crow. In the books, she rakes her claws against him a few times drawing blood. If I had been young Breeze and had seen that it'd be one of the things that would make me do my best to be and stay in my mother's good graces. Yeah, my dad may smack me but he never cuts me, never leaves me open for death by infection.

When?

Have you read the books you're confidently citing right now? Or did you hear this from some amoeba and then didn't check it before coming into my house

POWER OF THREE:

The Sight: 13 mentions. Takes Breezepaw's side in a small verbal argument, then scolds him for xenophobia. Is scared her only child almost died and insists on carrying him alone. Upset when Leafpool makes a flirtatious comment to her husband, soothes two kids to sleep

Dark River: 4 mentions. Exists on a patrol and Leafpool is jealous of her.

Outcast: 1 mention. Nicely says goodbye to Crowfeather as he stares off into the distance thinking about Feathertail.

Eclipse: 1 mention. Takes part in the eclipse battle with the rest of WindClan.

Long Shadows: Unmentioned.

Sunrise: 4 mentions. Hears the reveal at the gathering and looks "bewildered and angry." Crowfeather tells her that he, "Has no kits other than Breezepelt" and she pins her ears against her head.

Was it here? In one of these 23 mentions across 6 books? PLEASE point out the "Cuts Me, Leaving Me Open For Death By Infection." I'm SO curious.

OMEN OF THE STARS:

The Fourth Apprentice: Unmentioned.

Fading Echoes: 1 mention. Thinks Dovepaw disguised her scent.

Night Whispers: 6 mentions. Argues with Crowfeather at Gatherings. Leafpool comes across a fight between Breezepelt and Lionblaze and pleads to Crowfeather, "How can you watch your sons fight?!" Nightcloud jumps forward glaring, repeats that her husband has no kits other than Breezepelt. Leafpool jumps in front of a Breezepelt lunge. Crowfeather jumps in, grabs his son, and "throws him aside like prey" before bitterly mocking another love confession from Leafpool. Nightcloud drags Crowfeather off. Crowfeather turns on Nightcloud, hissing, and Breezepelt jumps between them and says, "leave my mother alone." Warns them, "Next time, we'll shred you!" Later says something rude about RiverClan at a Gathering.

Sign of the Moon: Unmentioned.

The Forgotten Warrior: 2 mentions. Glares at Hollyleaf twice.

The Last Hope: 6 mentions. Is on a patrol that finds Jayfeather in a thornbush and glares at him. Then Crowfeather says it was all actually HER fault that Breezepelt turned out to be such a little brat.

Which one of these 9 MENTIONS ACROSS 6 BOOKS are we going for, today? Was it the part in Night Whispers? Is THAT where she Cuts His Life Into Pieces This Is Her Last Resort?

Let's play I-Spy 🔎! Highlight all the places Nightcloud "draws blood!"

Which of the following characters in this passage are bleeding? Is Crowfeather any of them 🤔? No?

Is it here? Is it this part? Which of these cats are bleeding? Is it Crowfeather🪶? Is it Lionblaze🦁? Is it beloved Character Actress Margot Martindale💃?

Oh? You mean to tell me that you were misrepresenting a cat dragging away another cat as "RAKING HER CLAWS AGAINST HIM DRAWING BLOOD AND LEAVING HIM OPEN FOR INFECTIONS TO DIE"?

In other words, a lie?

Pulling a big lever and sending you down into The Nightcloud Derangement Pit. I will be further woobifying her unencumbered. The Nightcloud Agenda will spread. Soon we will take the west coast.