#krem smut

[ma1dmer]

Dragon Age - Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi NSFW

showing off my boyfriend!!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he fusses over you and doesn't take no for an answer, no nos, no buts, you are sitting there and he is taking care of you, he especially loves taking baths with you, he uses the excuse that its simply cheaper and faster for you to do it at the same time

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he loves his arms, he's worked hard to get at the point he is with his strength, so he takes every opportunity to show off, for example subtly flexing when you touch him. on you he loves your thighs, no need to explain this, the thicker the better, this man is captain of the if i die, i die a happy man club when it comes to face sitting

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves the taste of you and also loves tasting himself on your lips, he won't say it out loud, even with his filthy teasing there is a point he gets shy, but the way he shudders when you come up from between his legs and kiss him fiercely, his tongue searching your mouth as he deepens the kiss further speaks volume, the messier the better

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is quite a perv, he enjoys catching a glimpse of your panties here and there when you are wearing a skirt, or subtly looking down your shirt when you bend over in a loose blouse, he also has "borrowed" at least one pair of your underwear as a keepsake

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): few hooks up here few there, in his past life searching for a place and a way to belong, and then later once he found himself, he is confident enough to know what he is doing and it shows, he is very attentive to your every need

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): loves the simpler "vanilla" ones, cuddling you as he thrusts into you languidly, his fingers toying with your nipples ,or throwing your legs over his arms and leaning down to trap you between him and the bed, but he also won't pass any opportunity to show you his strength, holding you up against his chest and bouncing you on his cock

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he wants you to feel comfortable there is no point in sex if you two can't laugh, he does also enjoy some gentle play fighting

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): keeps himself relatively natural, might trim every so often, especially the first few times you met up, but after that he enjoys things being natural

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not especially romantic but he can be very sweet in the moment

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he mostly does it when he really really needs to destress or sleep, otherwise he'd rather have you there to help him out, with your fingers or your mouth and he is more than happy to return the favour

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): roleplay, clothed sex, breeding etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he's thought of several places he'd like to have you, but at the end of the day, anywhere you two won't get caught is fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he likes a good game of chase, even after you get together he likes when you two play the roles of meeting up for the first time, let him flirt with you in some bar ,buy you a drink and woo you before he beds you, its cheesy and cute, he might throw in a line about some other guy bothering you and him sweeping in to save you if he wants to see you laugh

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): actually hurt you, he'd feel like he's breaking your trust, the second you utter any sort of sound of displeasure he is off you, you need to have a long long conversation and safe words in place if you want something like that

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves the image of you on your knees for him, but more than that he enjoys you coming undone cause of him, he'll prop your hips up with some kind of pillow and dive in, using his fingers and tongue, he knows what he is doing and won't be satisfied until your thighs are trembling around his head

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it depends, he always tries to keep a semblance of control to what he does but things always escalate, when he takes you slowly with his fingers he'll bite into your shoulder suddenly to have you clench around them ,or when he uses his mouth he'll pause all together and wait for you to get yourself off against his tongue

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he loses track of time so easily

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): nothing dangerous that will get you in trouble or worse hurt you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is relentless and stubborn and he's not backing away until you are writhing

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he knows toys are not his enemy, encourages you to bring them out ,let him use them to help you get off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): pretty straight forward on things usually but he does have his moments, definitely smugly throws out a, what can't handle this ,while raising an eyebrow at you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is actually quite talkative once he gets going, whispering sweet praise and filth in your ears and sighing out your name like a prayer

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i think he is a switch, he mainly tops, but i do think with the right person he'd love to let go and have them just order him around a bit, he'd grin and be cheeky about it but follow every order to the tea

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): we already know he is suspicious of any body altering magic

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he has a relatively average sex drive, nothing extreme but once he gets his mind to it you can feel him staring at you from afar, waiting for you to look back at him to steal you away

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he is a light sleeper but being on the road so often he's trained himself to fall asleep quickly so he gets as much rest as possible, he snores even though he'll deny the accusations , he snores

[rosella-writes]

-kicks down your door- Krem’s headboard for WIPs plz

Thank you!! I probably shouldn't have added this to the WIP list since I didn't realise I'd already posted it to my kinktober fills, but yeah! This fulfilled quite a few prompts I had, like bondage, biting, overstim, etc. Here's some, and the rest is here:

Krem’s quarters were plain yet serviceable — well-made for a lieutenant of the Bull’s Chargers. Its thick stone walls kept out the sound of the soldiers training in the yard, as did the sturdy shutters on the one window. This late in the evening, a single candle flickered gently in the bedside sconce, warming the room with its glow.  As for the bed, it was heavy, sturdy — it didn’t move or creak, no matter what Virelan or Krem subjected it to. Its slatted headboard was perfect to lean against while reading, to brace hands on, or, as it was used now, to secure loops of rope.  The mercenary lay on his own worn but soft covers, propped on thoughtfully-placed pillows, with his muscled arms stretched and bound overhead. Not only had Virelan tied his wrists, and laced a network of knots down his forearms and biceps, but she had folded and fastened his legs like a pair of closed pocket knives. The ropes looped around his knees kept him anchored to the bannisters of his bed, kept his legs up and spread and his body open — open to whatever Virelan had in mind for him.  For now, she mouthed him through his first climax, grinning above the fingers she’d buried to the last knuckle inside him. 

[vulpes-fennec]

Meddle About

Summary: A birchin sounded like a good idea to Elain...that is, until she finds Lucien Vanserra already occupying it in nothing but a towel.

This was inspired after seeing @krem-does-stuff's amazingly HOT art of Lucien (NSFW version here) | Read on AO3

WARNINGS: SMUT

“Achoo!” A loud sneeze tore out of Elain’s lithe body. Being sick had reverted her back to human-level senses, which was absolutely abysmal. At least her particularly violent sneeze cleared her nose a bit. Elain sniffled, wiping her nose with a handkerchief.  

Elain had been fine, two days ago, when she and her sisters visited their father’s headstone. Now, she felt like she was at death’s door. She couldn’t smell anything. Her ears felt clogged. She sneezed every other minute, and had curled up into a ball under thick blankets in hopes of feeling warm again.

Gods, she had carried Nyx for a good portion of the outing. Elain was nearly in tears when she informed Feyre and Rhys of her illness, so afraid was she of passing the sickness unto her newborn nephew. 

“Don’t you worry, Elain. Nyx will be fine,” Feyre had repeatedly told her. “Fae children are far more resilient than human babies.” After Feyre’s assurances calmed her down, Elain only hoped she would recover in time for Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony next week. 

Aside from her sickness, another reason Elain was holed up in her room was because Lucien Vanserra was visiting with new reports. The Winter Solstice had been the last time her mate had visited Velaris. What was Lucien up to outside of emissary duties? Elain could hardly say. If her mate inquired about her, Elain wasn’t aware of it either. Every other day, she half-wondered if Lucien’s prolonged distance was because he knew of what happened between her and Azriel during Solstice. 

Not that it mattered. She had barely acknowledged the shadowsinger in the months since, the hurt of being called “a mistake” still raw in her heart. Graysen had offered her his hand, then rejected her. Azriel had given her a beautiful necklace, then rescinded his kiss. 

Two rejections in a row. 

Men—males—truly sucked. Elain didn’t have much faith in “third time being the charm” with Lucien…no matter how many times her thoughts lingered on the handsome cut of his jaw, the striking slash of his scar, and the brilliance of his long hair over the last few months. She reminded herself that she barely knew Lucien, and he seemed content to keep it that way given how far away he stayed. 

Elain shivered more violently, her body racked with chills. At that moment, her eye caught the newly-built birchin in the budding River House garden. The wooden structure beckoned her, promising hot air that would clear her congestion and warm her up in no time. 

Chills were her body’s way of fighting fever, but Elain’s muscles and joints were aching so, so painfully. She glanced out the window again. A brief respite from the suffering wouldn’t hurt her, right? Elain clambered out of bed, wrapping a shawl around herself.

Surely Lucien would have left already—it had been two hours. The River House was utterly silent when she opened the bedroom door. She ventured down the hall on tip-toes, avoiding the route that would take her past Rhys and Feyre’s study. Elain exhaled a sigh of relief when she made it to the garden without seeing that tell-tale flash of red hair. 

With its quaint size, thick wooden panels, and steam drifting from the small chimney in its thatched roof, the birchin was the most inviting thing she had ever seen. Elain stepped through and she sighed contentedly, the warm embrace of the air already working magic on her chills.

It was dim inside, for the only light came in from small glazed windows on the roof. There wasn’t much she could see in front of her. Elain had never been inside a birchin before, but vaguely recalled Feyre saying nudity was necessary for the optimal experience. So she took off her shoes, placed her wool shawl on the bench, and fumbled with the buttons of her linen dress in the low light. 

Elain turned her head around furtively, a casual act that was second nature before taking off her undergarments, and froze. Her sharp gasp came half a second later. 

Lucien Vanserra was in the birchin, utterly naked save for a towel draped over his lap. 

Elain whirled around fully, her eyes adjusting well enough to take in tousled Lucien’s hair. How could she have missed it earlier? Shoulder length strands hung loose, glowing orange like hot coals. Lucien sat on the stone bench at the opposite wall, his broad shoulders elegantly slanted as he leaned back on one hand. Another noise of surprise slipped out of Elain’s mouth when she glimpsed the sculpted lines of Lucien’s chest on full display. 

A corner of Lucien’s full mouth curved upwards slowly, his mismatched eyes shamelessly drinking in what was in front of him. 

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” her mate chuckled lowly. 

“Y-you!” Elain sputtered, backing up until the backs of her knees hit her bench. Her heart pounded. “How long have you been in here?” 

Lucien shrugged irreverently, his foxy smile deepening. 

“Only a couple minutes. How kind of you to join me today.” He’d always spoken to her in a reserved tone, but today, his voice had taken on a sarcastic edge. Was this Lucien’s true personality? 

“You need to leave.” Elain crossed her arms across her chest. She was still wearing a plain white pair of panties, and a strappy undershirt over her lilac bra, but she might as well be naked. Lucien was actually naked. She felt faint, like she couldn’t quite catch her breath at how much of his alluring brown skin was exposed. 

“I don’t recall this being your house,” Lucien raised an eyebrow. His arrogant expression grew more infuriatingly beautiful with each passing second. “Besides, I was here first.” 

“I am sick,” Elain shot back, “and I require some time in the birchin to recuperate.” 

A brief expression of concern flashed across her mate’s handsome face, before being replaced by a gleaming smile. It was all teeth, no friendliness to be found. It was a struggle to maintain eye contact with the male, especially when his form invited attention elsewhere. 

“Well, maybe you need to learn to share,” Lucien retorted, gesturing with his free hand. “There’s plenty of space in here. Make yourself comfortable.”

Elain glared at him with all the heat she could muster in her sickly state. To put her clothes on and walk out would be admitting defeat. She needed the birchin, and would not be made to leave! Besides, part of her was intrigued by the brazen attitude that seemed so far removed from the reserved, polite courtier she knew. So Elain stubbornly sat down. 

Lucien’s eyes gleamed with no small satisfaction. 

“You are a pervert,” Elain accused, “watching a lady undress from the shadows. You wouldn’t have said anything until I caught you.” 

Lucien snorted. “When you walked in, you looked directly at me and began to undress, no? You also should have been able to scent me before you even entered the birchin. All signs pointed to your enthusiasm—” 

“Do not put this on me,” Elain snapped. “It is dark in here, and you know it. And must I remind you again that I am sick? My senses are dulled…besides. How vain of you to assume I would know your scent—because I don’t.”

That was a lie. She knew Lucien’s scent like the back of her hand, with the notes of crisp apple and sun-warmed skin that lingered in her memory long after they faded from the jacket he’d given her. 

Lucien smirked, “if you’re unfamiliar with it, you could come closer to find out.”

Elain’s heart skipped a beat. No male had ever been so forwardly flirtatious with her before. Perhaps Lucien had fallen ill himself, if he was acting like this. 

“I am perfectly fine where I’m at,” she muttered, scooching until her back leaned against the warm panels. 

“Suit yourself.” Lucien stretched his arms up slowly, breathing in deeply. Elain’s wide brown eyes followed his every movement, entranced by the fluidity of muscles and brown skin. 

Lucien shifted to the side and propped a leg up on the bench, revealing a chiseled calf and length of muscled thigh. Elain held her breath when the towel over his lap moved accordingly.

It was a dangerously small towel. The edge of it had slipped slightly, revealing a thin trail of hair that extended from his navel past the hem. If she had just sat one more foot to the right, she might be able to see…to see—Elain’s blood thundered in her ears. She realized a split second later she was holding her breath in anticipation. 

Lucien laughed softly, and Elain tore her eyes up from his lap to meet his mirthful gaze. The roaring in her head only grew louder when she realized he had adjusted his position on purpose. Cauldron boil and fry her.

“Lech.”

“You seem to enjoy it.” Her mate inclined his head, russet and gold eyes glittering with amusement. Elain met his gaze with equal parts challenge and indignation. Unfortunately, it became the perfect opportunity to notice how the scars running down the left side of his face were a shade paler than his brown skin. The raised marks were so brutally beautiful that Elain’s breath hitched slightly. 

It was only now that Elain realized her chills had evaporated, thanks to a combination of the birchin’s temperature and the growing tension between her and Lucien. For her mate sat across the all-too-small birchin with the casual grace of a god, all sharp lines and powerful stillness. 

Having never seen Lucien shirtless before, Elain absent-mindedly chewed her bottom lip as she drank in the rounded biceps, corded forearms, and chiseled abdomen. To think those muscles had been hiding under fine clothes the entire time!

She wondered if Lucien had ever considered unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirts come summer. The style would expose a nice patch of his chest for her appreciation. And he had to be training regularly to maintain such a physique…her mouth watered at the thought of his powerful thighs flexing and pumping as he exercised. 

Elain’s attention was drawn to Lucien’s chest rising and falling more deeply, his nostrils flaring. Her arousal. He could scent it. Fuck. Her cheeks grew hot. 

“Do you mind?” he grinned at her again, sharp teeth gleaming. “Who’s the pervert now?” 

“I think you need to get your nose checked,” Elain bit back, feigning nonchalance even though all she wanted to do was run her hands across his bare chest. “Because I don’t feel anything for you.”

From the moment she stepped into the birchin, Lucien sought to fluster her. Two could play this game: Elain was determined to gain the upper hand. Her fingers shook slightly—this time from nerves—as she tugged her strappy undershirt off. Would Lucien like what he saw? Her pale stomach, her small breasts? 

From the way his russet eye darkened, he certainly did. 

“Is that so?” Lucien murmured, his eyes trailing down her body with blatant hunger. “The removal of clothing usually precedes…other…activities.” 

“Don’t be silly. I’ve just b-been feeling a bit—a bit h-h-hot,” Elain stuttered as Lucien spread his thighs a tad wider. Gods, when was that towel going to fall off? 

It was half-true. Small beads of perspiration were now forming at her temples, mugging her exposed skin. The air was also visibly shimmered from the heat. Perhaps staying in the birchin for a prolonged period of time was messing with her good sense.  

Elain leaned back, quietly observing her mate. He mirrored her as well, blinking slowly with a satisfied twitch of his lips. The flame of desire in his eyes tingled her skin with anticipatory goosebumps as his gaze traveled down her body.

With a discreet sniffle, Elain’s nasal passages finally cleared up. Lucien’s arousal hit her like a tidal wave. Oh fuck. The musky scent, mixed with his signature warmth, brought forth a series of reprehensible urges. How the hell did Lucien still sit there, all nonchalant, even after scenting her arousal? Elain was ready to jump his bones after one whiff of his. Wanted to lick the gleaming rivulet of sweat on the side of his throat, wrap her legs around his sculpted waist, and nip the tip of his pointed ear. 

The Mother herself would blush at Elain’s unholy thoughts.

She needed to see Lucien more visibly affected. Perhaps more drastic measures were needed to elicit a stronger reaction from him. Elain had never been particularly skilled in the arts of seduction, having relied on proper courting behaviors with Graysen and the other human men. But she had to try.

Praying she didn’t look like a fool, Elain slipped a bra strap off her shoulder. 

Lucien blinked rapidly, straightening with renewed alertness. 

Elain slowly moved the other strap down, fluttering her eyelashes for an added measure. She paused her fingers before she unclasped the hook. 

Lucien growled, almost inaudibly. 

Elain unhooked her bra but didn’t remove it yet. 

“Don’t be a tease.” His voice was nearly guttural. 

“You think that’s teasing?” It was Elain’s turn to smile as she dropped the garment. Lucien’s loud groan at the sight of her bare breasts thrilled her with its brazenness. “Just wait.”

She had lifted those lines straight from a smutty book, but if Lucien found them cheesy, he did not show it. Elain trailed a hand up her stomach, up the valley of her breasts, around their curves. She squeezed the soft mounds and sighed, like she always did in the privacy of her own room. Except now, she was putting on a show for Lucien. 

A male she hardly knew. Yet, the sheer reverence in his eyes and the sensual parting of his mouth made it seem as if they’d been intimate many times before. Elain felt no oily shame in expressing herself like this—in fact, his smoldering expression only emboldened her to show all the parts she’d hid away before.

“Yes.” Lucien’s voice was little more than a low rumble. “Touch yourself for me.” 

Elain tipped her head back, exposing her smooth throat slightly, and let out a moan. Lucien’s golden eye turned molten at the sound. He ran his tongue over his lips. 

“Fuck,” Lucien growled. “How rude of me, to only watch and not offer anything in return.” He reached for the towel in his lap, slow enough for Elain to deny him if she wanted. Elain’s heart cracked a little at how Lucien held himself back. As if he did so because of all the times she’d spurned him before. 

So she reached deep within her, to where that golden thread lay coiled around her, and sent a small pulse of encouragement. A willing signal to her mate.  

The towel was fully off now.

Elain’s doe eyes widened into saucers. The v-shaped grooves of Lucien’s hips narrowed into a trimmed thatch of red hair, and then a fully erect cock. Her mate leaned back, running his thumb over his cock’s rounded head, swiping the glistening precum. 

Her mouth parted slightly, when she realized his already large hand did not quite cover the entire length of his shaft as he moved his fist up and down. Gods…he was truly beautiful. 

It was hard to believe that this wasn’t a dream. hHer mate, sitting mere feet away from her, was stroking his cock while watching her. Slowly, luxuriously, as if he had all the time in the world to do this. And she was the reason for his arousal. Wetness pooled at Elain’s core, dampening her underwear.

She’d gotten Lucien to groan and swear. Had seen him entirely naked. Had him pleasuring himself to her. But Elain still selfishly wanted one thing: to hear her name on his lips. Elain shoved down her pride and got up, quickly crossing the distance between them before she could change her mind. 

Lucien’s brows raised in surprise when she stopped a half-step away from him, brown curls cascading over her breasts, her cheeks flushed prettily. Elain glanced down at his cock and swallowed nervously. Later. She could touch him later. Right now, she wanted Lucien to say her name. 

“Come here,” Lucien murmured, his voice soft. Elain didn’t move, so he reached out, his large hands encircling her waist. She shivered at her mate’s solid touch, the small circles he rubbed with his thumbs making her impossibly heady. 

“This could be part of my grand plan to get you sick,” she said breathily, her knees weak.

“Mmmm, well aren’t you being cruel?” Lucien’s fingers hooked her panties at the hip and gently tugged her closer. “I don’t think I would mind.” His finger brushed her slit through the fabric of her underwear. 

“You’re so wet for me.” Lucien sounded a bit dazed now, as if he couldn’t believe he was touching her. Elain blushed. “Come here, Elain,” Lucien said again.

That was the final straw. Elain obligingly lowered herself then, spreading her legs to straddle Lucien’s muscular thighs. Lucien’s erect cock rested against her bare stomach, precum smearing across her skin. But she didn’t mind, instead, she snaked her arms around his neck to pull closer.

Elain found herself having to look up at Lucien’s chiseled features, the charged mix of emotions in his russet eye. “I want to kiss you,” she breathed, her rosebud mouth just inches away from his. “I want to kiss you, Lucien.”

Her mate shuddered underneath Elain when she uttered his name. 

“Who am I to deny you, my lady?” 

Their kiss, fraught with years’ worth of longing and built-up tension, was the release Elain never knew she needed until now. It was like coming home at last. She let out a small noise—a mixture between a sob and a moan—and pushed up against him for another one. 

“Shit, Elain,” Lucien groaned. “Your mouth...gods help me.” He pulled her closer by wrapping an arm around her, fingers grazing the underside of her breast. His other hand supported the back of her head, tilting her up to kiss him better. 

Elain only threaded her fingers through his silky locks, shifting her hips rhythmically to grind against his thigh in response. The noise Lucien made was unapologetically obscene. 

She felt like she was burning up now, the birchin’s steam and the little breaths they shared blurring the passage of time. How many times did she kiss him, did his hands brush her body sweetly? Elain couldn’t remember. She arched her back, brushing her peaked nipples against his broad chest. They both groaned. 

Her core tightened deliciously, like a band ready to snap. 

“Elain,” Lucien rasped, pulling away. Elain ignored him, trying to meld herself to the heat of his body. 

“I want you, Lucien,” she mumbled, rolling her hips against him. “Please…I’m so close.” Elain craned her neck up and made a disappointed noise when her lips failed to find his.

“Elain, Elain,” Lucien repeated, his hands tightening around her waist with some urgency.

The fact that he wasn’t kissing her anymore was like a splash of cold water on her face. “I’m sorry.” Elain stopped, disentangling her arms from his neck. She braced herself for rejection again.

“No, don’t be.” Lucien’s face was pained, his breathing still a bit ragged. Color had stained his high cheekbones, his mouth now swollen from her kisses. He still held her in his lap, a bit possessively, and Elain took some comfort in that fact. 

“Believe me…I want to keep going. But our first time shouldn’t be in a birchin.” 

Elain’s heart quickened, the reality of their situation sinking in. Gods, what was she doing? She had stripped until nearly naked, and proceeded to ride Lucien’s thigh in the River House birchin, of all places. 

His cock grazing her navel was considerably larger than Graysen’s, yet…Lucien seemed to have full confidence that it would fit. Her core tightened again at the possibility of what he intended to do with her. 

“I was so close,” was all Elain could say ruefully, still staring down at her mate’s cock. 

Lucien tilted her chin up. “I know, Elain,” he replied, voice laced with remorse. “But…soon.” His long fingers absent-mindedly trailed up and down her waist, sending tingles down Elain’s spine. 

“You’re not helping,” she said faintly. Lucien’s hands regretfully stopped moving. 

“Sorry, sweet pea.” Sweet pea. Her heart swelled at Lucien’s pet name for her.  

“Will…will you be at Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony?” Elain asked after a moment’s hesitation. “What…what about then?” 

“Is my lady inviting me to her bed?” Lucien teased with a roguish grin. “Or do you wish for me to take you in a more unconventional location?” 

“Don’t be so scandalous.” Elain scrunched her nose at him.

“And riding me in a birchin isn’t? My, my, I look forward to seeing what you consider scandalous.” Elain grumbled with annoyance and tried to shove his shoulder, but Lucien quickly caught her hand and pressed a chaste kiss against her inner wrist. His soft smile was like the sun breaking through rain clouds. “I’m a flexible male. We’ll continue our fun next week.” 

[fatale-distraction]

PROMPTS!

I am coming up on the end of a major fanfiction project that I have been working on since June. With the first draft (nearly) complete and ready for editing (ha), I feel like I need a little writing palate cleanser, so I'm putting out a call for Dragon Age prompts!

Pairings:

Solavellan

SolasxLavellanxKrem

KremxLavellan

FenrisxLavellan

FenrisxMerrill

SolasxAbelas

SolasxFelassan

Cullavellan

SeraxCassandra

SkinnerxDalish

EmmrichxRook????? Haven't tried this one yet, but I'm definitely gonna fuck that old man, so I may as well practice

General Characters:

Solas

Fenris

Emmrich

Sera

Merrill

Abelas

Felassan

Lavellan

Krem

The Chargers

AUs:

Standard universe

Y2K AU

Modern AU

Regency AU

I have turned Anon Asks temporarily back on for this!

Rules:

Sending a request is not a guarantee I will fill the request. I will absolutely do my best because I love y'all, but I also reserve the right to deny or ignore requests or fall into catastrophic devastation mode because I just can't make a prompt work right now.

Respect the characters, respect me as a writer and a person, and respect the original writers of the characters.

Don't tag my shit with character hate. That is 100000000% an insta-block. Make your own post if you don't like something.

Specifying a universe is not required, however if you don't specify a preference I will go with my heart.

Yes Smut! Yes Dread Cock! No MCD or adult/explicit situations involving minors!

PROMPTS: Feel free to send your own idea or just a general pairing, or use one of these nifty prompts! Please include the WHOLE QUOTE, not just the number!

Dragon Age Prompts

Dragon Age Dialogue Prompts

Hozier Lyrics (please feel free to send Hozier lyrics not found here, too)

Florence + the Machine Lyrics (ditto above)

Lord Huron Lyrics (ditto above)

AURORA lyrics (I can't find a prompt list for these so I GUESS I'LL HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN??????)

Divider used in this post is from @saradika-graphics, please credit them if used!

[perseusannabeth]

Hi guys, long time no see! I've no been very active bc of some real life stuff, but I'm here with a snippet of smut from a fic I'm writing for elucien. It was inspired by @krem-does-stuff's wonderful art of a glorious, naked Lucien. Please go to her page to see it, because it was truly a blessing.

As you can imagine, the snippet of writing I have is nsfw so read at your own risk!

“Well Elain, I’m not sure the dreams you’re having about me are so lady-like. Why don’t you tell me what you dream of so I can assess it for myself?” She shook her head at that, so he took another step towards her. “You won’t tell me, but I think I can guess something. The material your dreams are based on might be scandalous for your human standards, but I bet they’re nothing compared to what I’d actually do to you.”

“What would you do?”

Lucien smirked. “That question is enough for me to know you’re not a good girl Elain.” He took another step towards her, caging her in against the work surface in the kitchen as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I would first spend time getting to know your body. I want to know which parts of your body make you gasp when I touch them, which parts make you shudder in pleasure and which parts make you cry out. It would be easy to touch your pussy during my explorations, and you’d be begging me to touch you properly, but I know that I have to pay your body enough proper attention. Once I get to your pussy, I know I won’t be able to come up for air.”

Tags list (lmk if anyone's @ has changed or they wanna be removed):

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[rp-partnerfinder]

dragon age hyperfixation is BACK baby

im (he/they, 20) looking to do a discord rp in a private server in any of the games, but mainly inquisition or veilguard. must be 19+

the plot i'd like to do most is to pair my inquisitor with your rook and just mess around, preferably a queer-platonic relationship or light shipping with a fem or nb rook. i don't do smut because i am asexual. qpr and found family relationships take priority for me. alternatively i have several other ocs to use and i also muse krem aclassi, morrigan, blackwall, varric, vivienne, and i can try my hand at others

message me on tumblr if you're interested!

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[letmereadherbertwestfics]

Combstober day 3

Prompt: Prostitution

Character: Krem (Star Trek: Enterprise)

Warnings: Smut, slightly dubious consent but not really, tagging it just to be safe

No matter how many times Krem found himself in this room, he was always nervous like it was the first time. 

Krem sat against the headboard of a plush pink bed, the entire room around him bare and illuminated by soft pinkish white light. The only furniture aside from the bed being a nightstand, littered with different bottles and boxes of things needed for the kind of meeting Krem was about to have. 

Though Krem likely wasn't going to need any of it. 

It was a game Krem played with you. A game the two of you played many times before. He would come to the brothel you offered services in. Rent a room and request you specifically, then wait for your arrival. And when you got here, dressed and made up as if he were any other customer...

Nothing happened. 

Truth be told, Krem didn't want your body. He didn't want to defile and degrade you like so many men and women did when paying for your time. No. Krem was just lonely. He needed someone he could talk to. And ever since your first meeting together, months ago in the same room he sat in now, Krem knew you were that someone. 

Sure, every once in a while he would find himself glancing down at your body, his fingers twitching as he imagined what would happen if he did decide to use your time together the way your other customers did. 

But he would never tell you that. His fear of rejection greatly outweighed his need for release. 

So when the door to the pink room finally opened and you walked in, any of Krem's animalistic needs were swallowed, and he only smiled politely at you. 

"Krem, I was wondering when you were going to come visit again." You said, your voice like silk as you slid into bed next to him. Your words made Krem's face flush, and his hands began to shake. 

"You were wondering about me?" He asked, sounding more shocked than he would have liked to. He could practically hear his cousin mocking him now. 

Much to Krem's relief, you didn't mock him. Not that he was worried though. You never mocked him. Never made a joke at his expense, never made him feel small or unimportant. That was the biggest factor in drawing Krem to you. You gave him everything he had been starved of his entire life. Attention and kindness. That was also what made him want you so badly. And tonight, it seemed Krem's attraction to you was reaching it's boiling point.

Krem was always a nervous person. He was always fidgeting, looking down at the ground, those were all things you expected when talking to him. But something about tonight had made Krem more anxious than you had ever seen him. He could hardly spit out a single sentence without stuttering over each word, and any time he met your gaze, he would flinch like the eye contact had burned him. It worried you, so when the two of you had only fifteen minutes left in your meeting, you finally decided to ask about it. 

"Krem, are you okay?" You asked suddenly. Krem's eyes widened, and he glanced at you before quickly looking away.

"What are you talking about?" He asked quietly. His voice was shaking. 

"That. That's exactly what I'm talking about. You seem...scared." 

There was a thick silence that filled the room after you said that. You were waiting for a response from Krem, and he seemed determined to not give one. After it felt like minutes had gone by, you spoke again.

"Look, if I did anything to upset you, or offend you in any way, I'm really sor-"

"That's not it." Krem interrupted suddenly, his voice more firm than it had been all night. "I just...I don't know how to say this."

This was not at all how Krem expected your meeting to go. Did he want you to know how he felt? Sure. But that didn't mean he ever thought he would work up the courage to actually say it. But here he was, swallowing his pride and getting ready to tell you everything. Whether you accepted him or not. 

"Look, Y/N. I don't really know how to say this...but I'm going to say it anyway, so...I have feelings for you. Feelings that a friend shouldn't have. I'm attracted to you." 

There was a long pause between the two of you. You stared silently at Krem, wide eyed and speechless. And Krem chose to stare at the sheets on the bed, his hands visibly shaking as he gripped the fabric beneath the two of you. This silence only lasted seconds, though they crept by like minutes before finally you spoke. 

"Wait, you have feelings for me? Like, the romantic kind?"

Krem swallowed, nodding. He still refused to look at you, until you placed your hand on top of his, squeezing slightly. This made him finally look up at you, his eyes almost as big as his ears. 

"Krem, I feel the same way." You admitted. Much to your surprise, Krem scoffed. 

"You? Why would you have feelings for a Ferengi like me?" He asked. His words hurt you, but not because you were offended. Instead, your heart hurt for Krem. Had he really been treated so poorly his self confidence had been reduced to nothing? Sure you knew Krem had problems, insecurity being one of them. But was it so bad he couldn't imagine someone having feelings for him? You didn't like that one bit. 

"I do have feelings for you Krem. And if you're not going to believe me, I would be happy to prove it to you."

Now this interested Krem. He immediately sat up straighter, his eyebrows raising as he stared at you. 

"How would you do that?" 

You slide your hand down Krem's clothed torso, brushing them along the clearly defined hardness in his leather pants. The hint of his size and how solid he feels makes your mouth water. It was a bold move, certainly, but the look of immediate satisfaction on Krem's face told you he didn't mind you making the first move. Krem's eyelids fluttered slightly, and he sunk farther down onto the mattress. 

"O-Oh...I didn't expect you to be so...bold." He admitted as you kept your hand on his bulge. His breathing was already becoming heavy despite such a simple touch. You found it oddly endearing how sensitive he was. 

"Well, it is part of my job, Krem." You reminded him. Before Krem could respond to your teasing, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then another to his jaw, and more small pecks travelling from his jawline up to his temple. 

You swung one leg over Krem's waist, moving to straddle his hips. And if Krem was trembling while confessing to you, he was nearly vibrating now. But despite his nerves, he managed to grab onto your thighs. 

“Oh, God.” Krem gasped as he felt your lips move across his face. His breaths were coming out quick and heavy, until you began to grind your hips down on the steel hardness in his pants, then it seemed as though Krem had stopped breathing all together. You stole a quick glance at the clock on the wall, seeing that the two of you had five minutes left before his hour was up. 

And you were going to make the best of those five minutes.

[ryosei-hime]

I got tagged by @ernmark​

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(yeah I’m not doing that. I don’t even know that many people on tumblr. see it, feel free to consider yourself tagged.)

Strap yourselves in. I have so many wips because I keep starting things and not finishing them because of writer’s block. All Helluva Boss unless stated otherwise. 

Fics I stopped after their last chapters first then individual documents.

Love and Loathing - Fizz learns self love through a Robo Fizz (Fizz x Ozzie x Robo Fizz)

Raising Hell - Loona x Sallie May

Murder of Mirth - a Stolitz AU I did a lot of research for to set it in the 1700s-ish but then never followed up on.

Stolitz AU - Hellhound Discussion - a short bit from Murder of Mirth

Crim x Reader - Pretty self explanatory.

Epilogue Chapter 13 - The second to last chapter to my longfic Sex and Therapy. I don’t tend to name them til they’re done.

Body Language of Abuse - A script for a video I had intended to make on the last episode but got too scared to post because I’m not a youtuber lol.

Epilogue Scraps - scraps from or for various chapters in Sex and Therapy. I actually have four or five of these, numbered appropriately.

Wedding Episode Scraps - bits and pieces of the final chapter of Sex and Therapy not yet put into a cohesive whole.

Road Trip - Lannah and Cog’s road trip to Greed to get a replacement part for Fizz in Sex and Therapy.

Robo Fizz x Everyone - a list of ships and synopses for a one shot project I’d like to do where I ship Robo Fizz with everyone.

Robo x Woobly - the first in that series.

Striker x Robo Fizz - the second in that series

Robo Fizz vs Wally Wackford - a fun idea for a pitch that didn’t end up happening when working on One Helluva Zine

Blitz and Loona Anniversary - Blitz trying too hard to celebrate the anniversary of adopting Loona

Untitled - started after episode 7, Loona finding Blitz when she comes home from her party at Tex’s

Striker x Stella: Cleans Up Good - Stella needs Striker to act as a body guard at a fancy event

Prompts - Angel x Blitz - a request from twitter that I started but didn’t finish.

Prompts - Lilith x Stella - Same

Fitzo Purring - posted what I had during Fitzo week but never finished it

Real or Not, People Love Me - was supposed to be a look at Robo Fizz and real Fizz experiencing what it’s like to be fake in two very different ways

Fizz Dating Sim - A Robo Fizz dating sim I started writing a million years ago that I’ve been thinking of going back to and adding a real Fizz option for.

Fizzarolli x Reader x Robo Fizz - this one’s been sitting undone a loooong time

Stage Sex - another Fizz x Reader that I started and never finished.

Biggest Fan - A degradation smut piece involving Fizz’s creepy fan from episode 7 that I had legitimately forgotten about

Fizzmodeus: Robo Fizz Origins - an idea I had for a fizzmodeus fic set during the time the Robo Fizzes were being conceived and built.

Fizzmodeus Museum Date - Fizz takes Ozzie to a children’s interactive science museum for a date, shenanigans ensue.

Baking - Fizz bakes Ozzie a Valentine’s surprise but it gets ruined

Fizz x Ozzie - Beauty and the Beast - An AU I started working on but stopped, inspired by art by pyronormal on twitter.

Krem - Fizzarozzie - Something I was writing for @/kremlin_art on twitter :P

Laugh, Laugh, Cry Chapter 3 - Continuation of a short chapter fic I had planned with Robo Fizz x Angel Dust

Unhealthy Obsession Chapter 12 - My Robo Fizz OC Ransom spending some time infiltrating Ozzie’s and Fizz’s

Ozzie and DumDum - a very short late birthday present for @/the_ratbus on twitter featuring DumDum (a robo fizz oc) being genuinely nice to Ozzie when he’s usually a rat bastard.

Mansplaining - Ransom asking Mammon lots of questions that he totally knows the answers to

Ransom vs Robo Con - Ransom is a guest speaker at a Robo Fizz convention. It all goes terribly wrong.

Greed - Angsty look at Mammon in Unhealthy Obsession, set soon after Fizz breaks up with him.

Hickies - Ransom learns what hickies are and wants them despite it being impossible for him to get them.

Dancing Lessons - Mammon teaches Ransom to dance

Kisses Experiment 2 - Ransom x Mammon. Ransom getting kisses all over

First Time - Ransom x Mammon. Not the first time they have sex but the first time Ransom has a certain reaction during lol.

Stolen Kiss - Ransom steals a kiss and Mammon “punishes” him for such impudence.

Sword and Shield Scraps - bits and pieces of writing ahead with my Hazbin OC story.

Scavenger and Val - A specific encounter between Valentino and my OC Scavenger in Sword and Shield.

Jo vs Scavenger - a fun fight scene I needed to practice because of some interesting mechanics between these two OCs.

[wildercrow]

Nuri's DAFF Secret Satinalia Fics

A server we're in had a Secret Satinalia exchange over the past couple months, and now that creators have finally been revealed we can show off our creations! I for one went uh... a little wild with the ficlet treats. Listen, I wanted to make sure as many people as possible got two gifts!! Plus, it was a nice excuse to try some new things. All but one of these features a character or relationship I've never written before! And I think I'm getting more confident in my ability to tell a story in under 500 words.

~*~*~

My Friends Think I'm Funny In The Sad Way for @liza011

Rating: Teen Main Relationship: Zevran/Male Mahariel Word Count: 2272 Content Warnings: Hunting/wild animal death Summary:

Zevran doesn't know how to accept gifts. He also doesn't know how to cook over a campfire.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51765304

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The Good Kind of Empty for @liza011

Rating: General Main Relationship: Cole/Krem Word Count: 251 Summary:

Cole gives Krem a sentimental gift!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52914211

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Enchanting Fireflies for @kiastirling-fanfic

Rating: General Main Relationship: Kieran & Sandal Word Count: 488 Summary:

Kieran and Sandal have teamed up to create an enchanting little art installation together!

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51882259

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Ambush for @theluckywizard

Rating: General Main Relationship: Garrett Hawke & Bethany & Carver Word Count: 302 Summary:

Garrett Hawke is setting up an ambush for Carver and Merrill. Bethany spots some holes in his plan.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52935124

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Old Friends for @exalted-dawn

Rating: General Main Relationship: Morrigan & Alistair & Kieran Word Count: 161 Summary:

As she watches Alistair with Kieran, Morrigan realizes perhaps she has more respect -- and fondness -- for him than she once had.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52919164

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Wanna see the rest of our system's contributions to the exchange? You can find Haunt and Mulch's art treats here and here, and Boaty wrote a (smut) fic here!

[cr-noble-writes]

Title:  Points of No Return Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Explicit Pairings: Fem!Lavallen/Solas, Fem!Lavallen/Cullen, Dorian/Iron Bull (background), Krem/Maryden (background), Sera/Dagna (background) Characters: Ellana Lavellan, Solas, Cullen Rutherford, Zevran Arainai, Dorian Pavus, most of the DAI ensemble Tags: Trespasser, Dragon Age Inquisition, canon compliant, Depression, Drinking, smut, het smut, pregnancy, morning sickness, baby, Inquisitor POV, child POV, angst, angst with a happy ending, canonical amputation Notes: I started this fic like 3 years ago after romancing the egg and having my heart broken the first time. Just finished it a couple of days ago and wanted to share my pain lol A hearty thank you to @imbiowaresbitch for writing the het smut scene in this fic, even if you don’t remember doing it lol. Extra thanks to Adalina for beta-reading for me! Summary: Nearly two years after Solas' sudden departure, Ellana Lavellan is still dealing with the loss. Everything gets more complicated after a very vivid dream, and the news that Divine Victoria is hosting a meeting to discuss the fate of the Inquisition. Read it on AO3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44116890/chapters/110932275

[jt-artsandfics]

List of fandoms I write for.

Rules: I'm pretty lenient with what I write I'm happy to do alot but these are what I won't write

I do not:

write characters under 18

Non Con, Rape, under age

Abuse

Will write:

Smut/nsfw

Gore

Pretty much anything that isn't in the will not write.

Character inserts

Ships( they are down below that characters)

Stranger things

(not the kids I don't write for them)

Characters:

Steve harrington

Eddie munson

Nancy wheeler

Robin Buckley (x fem only)

Argyle

Jonathan byers

Henry/001

Billy hargrove

Ships: steddie, ronance, Jagyle, harrigrove(on thin ice)

Star wars

(All media games/shows and movies)

Characters: all and any if you find one o won't do I'll let you know but pretty much any star wars character clones, bad batch, mando, OGs, Prequel, sequels, any star wars one I'll try and do I just haven't seen Andor yet (please be patient if it's anyone from that)

Resident evil games

Characters:

Leon Kennedy

Wesker

Ethan winters

Karl Heisenberg

LADY D

Ships: lady d x Ethan, Ethan x Karl. (Cute family Ethan and Rose)

Dead by daylight

+ (movie slashers from dbd in there franchises)

Characters:

All characters in dead by daylight slashers and survivors this includes characters from movie/ game and TV series

Fallout 3, NV, 4

Characters:

Charon

Butch deloria

The king

Benny gecko

Joshua Graham

Vulpes inculta

Nick valentine

John Hancock

Danse

Porter gage

Skyrim

Characters:

Followers in game

Miraak

Serena

Thalmor agents ancano and such

Daedric princes

Dark borhterhood members

Thieves guild members

+ ( lucien lachance oblivion)

Mortal kombat

(I'm trying to get back into writing MK)

Characters: I'll try and write who I can if I can't I will let you know.

The Arcana

Characters: all romance options in game

Lost boys

(I love my vampire boys)

Characters:

Dwyane

Marko

Paul

David

Dragon Age Origins, 2, Inquisition

Characters: all followers from each game

+ krem

Dorian is (male on insert)

Sera is (fem only insert)

Monster boyfriend or Girlfriend of your own design and I'll draw them up too

[bogunicorn]

I posted 2,242 times in 2022

That's 736 more posts than 2021!

260 posts created (12%)

1,982 posts reblogged (88%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sandraugiga

@jellydishes

@potatowitch

@dingdongyouarewrong

@dreadfutures

I tagged 2,238 of my posts in 2022

#queue - 1,249 posts

#dragon age - 628 posts

#funny - 464 posts

#da fanart - 399 posts

#dai - 352 posts

#bog post - 283 posts

#truth - 222 posts

#da2 - 178 posts

#solas - 168 posts

#the inquisitor - 136 posts

Longest Tag: 130 characters

#bw and the da team specifically are very very good at creating characters with flaws and prejudices that are emotionally realistic

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

the "soldier boy good homelander bad" hot takes and/or confusion is predicated entirely on the fact that jensen is more fuckable than antony

123 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

#4

oh also culturally fenris would have more in common with dorian than he would with someone like krem, because after he lost his memory, most of his time was spent with danarius and around danarius's high class social circle. it's why he sounds Like That and is generally well-informed on how tevinter is actually ruled. he was actively prevented from learning to read, but he still took in information like a sponge and learned enough qunlat to effectively communicate with native speakers just by hearing it over a short period of time. he didn't spend his time before escaping just plugging his ears and tuning out.

125 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#3

listen just

just

kaz and inej are just the peak of pining. they desperately want intimacy but what stops them from reaching out for it or accepting it is all wrapped up and internal, caused by situations entirely out of their own control, and they're both at a point in their respective recoveries where they have the desire for emotional vulnerability and physical touch but not the ability to tolerate it. and it's all internal shit they barely articulate to themselves, let alone each other.

so you get the over-the-top drama of the two of them consistently risking their physical safety or deep-seated morals for each other, or fucking up in a high stakes situation because they're too busy thinking about each other to concentrate, but also one time kaz touched her bare skin and immediately got so embarrassed he went "I'M GONNA GO DIE NOW DON'T FOLLOW ME" and inej responded by stalking him and spending pages of narration basically saying "god he's so fucking stupid, we're married now".

164 notes - Posted December 11, 2022

#2

No spoilers but what I had thought was Dorian's voice in the trailer is actually Matt Mercer doing such a terrible French accent that he sounded like Ramon, which is infinitely funnier.

174 notes - Posted December 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

(ETA: I stuck a read more on this because my #1 post of this year is about darkfic/triggery kink fic lmao anyway proceed)

when we get into conversations of "liking this fictional thing means you support it IRL/want to do it to real people", i immediately get a red flag off the person making that argument.

because, like... i write a LOT of stuff i have no interest in doing IRL. scary stuff, kinky stuff, a lot of super mundane stuff, too. my physical sex life doesn't resemble the smut i write at all, even a little because my boundary between real life and fiction is solid. and it's not like a "oooh i'm so good at resisting temptation" thing, i mean like, i write a lot of oral sex scenes and have zero interest in sucking a dick IRL. i write a lot of dark subject matter and unhealthy relationships, and i'm living in a happy, pretty boring marriage that i wouldn't change for anything.

but someone who goes hard on "you like (noncon/incest fic/idk fucking teacher/student storyllines), you must want to (assault someone/fuck your sibling/bone down with your teacher or student)" stuff, it makes me think that person has a shaky boundary and they're not very safe to be around. i become deeply worried about their impulse control and their ability to contextualize.

i've said it before, but i'd honestly rather spend my time with people who write triggery darkfic but have basic respect for others vs. people with a "good and virtuous" media and fanfic diet who can't shut the fuck up about all those kinks no one is forcing them to read.

5,617 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

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[rphunter]

dragon age hyperfixation is BACK baby

im (he/they, 20) looking to do a discord rp in a private server in any of the games, but mainly inquisition or veilguard. please be 19+

the plot i'd like to do most is to pair my inquisitor with your rook and just mess around, preferably a queer-platonic relationship or light shipping with a fem or nb rook. i don't do smut because i am asexual. qprs and found family dynamics take priority for me. alternatively i have several other ocs to use and i also muse krem aclassi, morrigan, blackwall, varric, vivienne, and i can try my hand at others

message me on tumblr if you're interested!

.

[roleplayfinder]

dragon age hyperfixation is BACK baby

im (he/they, 20) looking to do a discord rp in a private server in any of the games, but mainly inquisition or veilguard. please be 19+

the plot i'd like to do most is to pair my inquisitor with your rook and just mess around, preferably a queer-platonic relationship or light shipping with a fem or nb rook. i don't do smut because i am asexual. qprs and found family dynamics take priority for me. alternatively i have several other ocs to use and i also muse krem aclassi, morrigan, blackwall, varric, vivienne, and i can try my hand at others

message me on tumblr if you're interested!

.

[altrxisme]

@khrused // soft details for smut & intimate moments // for jo ! 👀

[ GRATIFY ]  sender asking “is that better?” after finally penetrating receiver after teasing them.

moments as such are not frequent, but not uncommon either — a sigh slides past red-smeared lips as johanne's head tilts back to savor the sensation as amusement lights up grey-blue eyes that gaze fondly at hera.

" yes, kjære... that feels much better... " she gently runs her fingers through dark locks, taking care not to tangle them as she does so. the reaver sits at the edge of the mage's bed, the pretty dale on her knees between hers. " was this the surprise you wanted to show me so badly, mageling? " a passing conversation is remembered, one in the tavern with the chargers when the ale flowed as easily as tongues wagged on about the subject of sex and pleasure.

their tevinter comrades, dorian and krem, had boasted about the quality of their polarizing birth country's bedroom props. it seems hera was able to get her hands on one such item.

[rosella-writes]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @cleverblackcat! I’ve been exploring Virelan’s relationship to sex and friendship and Krem is a big part of that, so here’s a little snippet of what I’m working on (nsft):

Krem seemed at a loss as she worked at his buckles with one hand, the other teasing inside his breeches. She cupped him, firm, and ground down with her palm.

“Not out here,” he finally gasped. “Though — Maker, Vir, ease up — it’s tempting to just fuck you right out in the open.” He pulled back and ducked to look her in the eye, and his gaze was very kind. “Gotta keep up that image, eh, Your Worship?”

“Fuck my image,” she growled.

Tagging (with no obligation) @kittynomsdeplume, @emerald-amidst-gold, and @dreadfutures if they’d like 💚