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mx-pastelwriting · 27 days ago

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DA HC - Celebrating Your Anniversary

Dragon Age x GN! Reader

Summary: How they would celebrate your anniversary.

Warnings: Established Relationship, Fluff, Anniversary, Kissing, Dates, Fancy Dinners, Camping

Characters: Solas, Varric Tethras, Cullen Rutherford, Iron Bull, Thom Ranier (Blackwall), Lucanis Dellamorte, Emmrich Volkarin, Lace Harding

- Didn't proofread much. I just slammed them into three grammar checkers, so have fun!

Solas

- Solas would remember your anniversary, but even if he didn't, you wouldn't know, as he makes every day with you feel as if it were your anniversary. Being his, finally his, he makes sure you know he has only eyes for you. Making sure you feel that he is yours, you are his.

- Yearly anniversaries, but monthly anniversaries, are not off the table. Taking the yearly dates more seriously, with monthly being a day of finding little surprises in places that are common to you. Leaving your favorite things in those spots, seeing as his face is plastered with a huge smile once you bring the gifts to his attention when finding them.

- The yearly anniversaries would be him worshiping you like a god, more than usual, of course. Almost refuses to have you lift a finger as he fills the day with surprises. Waking to the room being filled with glowing magic, spelling out your name and words of love, with the afternoon being filled with scenic views with shows of ancient elven magic. Ending the day with dinner and a slow dance, holding your body close, warming more than your cheeks, before playing a few songs that he composed on the piano, inspired heavily by his love for you.

- Never will he miss your anniversary but has a chance of forgetting it. In his mind, doing things with a bit of extra love to make it up to you out of guilt does things with extra love and care. Though with enough time or love, you could get the confession of his slip of the mind, knowing he couldn't lie when it comes to you.

- Making the days of your anniversary feel like they last forever; once Solas starts, he can't bear to stop loving your smile. Swearing the smile you wear once that date comes around is different, as much as you plead for him to let you spoil him back. Even when giving in to your pleas, he always finds a way to spoil you right back just to see that smile.

Setting down a plate of Orlesian frilly cakes in front of Solas, making him look up from his notes with pointed ears twitching. Greeted lovingly by a pair of violet eyes, seeing as Solas's eyes crease from the smile that stretched across his lips.

With a swift action, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you in. Body pressed against his chest, thanking you with kisses that tickled your skin, making you squirm in his hold. Stopping the attack, watching him pull something from under his notes, Solas's eyes watched closely as your face lit up at his gift. Soaking in the smile that lined your lips, hoping it would last forever.

Varric Tethras

- Most of the time he would remember it's your anniversary, joking about it in bed, cuddled up warmly if he had remembered what day it was. Dances around the answer if he had forgotten, but eventually, you'd get it out of him that he did forget with a reminder it was only morning, and he has the whole day to make you forget he ever did.

- Celebrate your yearly and monthly anniversaries, though monthly ones are more spotty in celebration. Knowing if he remembers those when finding papers around the place that tell short stories of all the times he found himself falling in love with you all over again.

- Yearly anniversaries would be Varric trying his best to be the perfect man, with halfway through the day he gives up going back to being the man you love instead of an overly romantic guy that takes you to fancy restaurants. When all you want is to just be with him drinking and have Varric chew off your ear with stories that you’ve heard millions of times, but you’d never tell him that.

- Has missed your anniversary at least once since you've been together. A day filled with apologies and his mood being a bit down, trying his best to make it up to you. Gifting you things over the day. Little things that he says remind him of you, giving you a first read of your favorite book series of his, and rare home-cooked dinners.

- Varric is always sweet on you, even after your anniversary. The tender moments don't stop, though the moments are now filled with more jokes than before he loves you just as much as he does during your anniversary, now with more jokes filling those moments.

Watching Varric adoring every smile and face scrunch he pulled while telling you a story he's told you a hundred times, never telling him that fact, though, taking it as an opportunity to just watch him.

Soaking in his mere existence, every smile, frown, and furrow of his brow. Every move makes your mind melt as you're reminded why you feel head over heels for the man. That is until he catches you staring, breaking your longing stare with a charming kiss on the cheek.

Cullen Rutherford

- Very spotty when it comes to remembering it's your anniversary, but you give him grace, as most of the time he has a lot on his plate. Reminding him gently every morning on that date it's your anniversary, with a quick curse to himself, he tries to play it off just to panic for the rest of the morning trying to think and plan something for that day.

- Cause of his busy schedule, he prefers to celebrate yearly, but if he's reminded, a gift might end up on your desk or nightstand. Even with the yearly dates, he still has to do some work but tries to plan around it days before if he remembers days before.

- Once Cullen's done with work, he asks shyly for you to dress nicely; that is unless you have something for him once he comes out of his office. Then he stays in the whole night. But if you don't, he takes you away riding on a horse with the sunset in the background, just to arrive at the most breathtaking place. Having packed wine and cheese, wanting to share the sunset with you, telling you of how it reminded him of you and the first night he held you close.

- Having missed your anniversary from being on the battlefield commanding an army or locked away in his office, stumped with letters to write. Walking into the office to find him stressed or just passed out on the desk, ink staining his face when you wake him. Dragging him to bed, letting the commander get some sleep before spoiling him as you remind him what day it is, queuing the flood of apologies.

- The celebration of your anniversary would only last a day and a half, with Cullen being busy and all; he still tries to make up for the lost time from work. Stealing kisses from you the next day, along with leaving little letters or gifts he tucked away in your pockets early in the morning, to then get all shy when you mention them.

Walking into Cullen's office, seeing as he was noise-deep into writing a letter, someone who was not you having the note he had written to you in hand.

Spooking the commander as you sat atop the desk corner, meeting his amber eyes, watch and the rush of surprise disappear before softening at the sight of you—that is until he sees that piece of paper in your hand. Cullen's cheeks flash red as he looks off to the side, laughing nervously, having written the letter in a moment of passion. Needing a few glasses of drinks to get those words out of him without him stuttering and getting all blushy.

Iron Bull

- Qunari don't have anniversaries, so he would remember, as he doesn't practice or have a deep grasp on the celebration. Only having you to learn about it and to even start celebrating it. Even after that, he tries to remember wanting to see you smile.

- Would start either monthly or yearly depending on your preference, but monthlies are a good start, letting him have practice on what to do and what not to do and say. Gets the hang of the physical part of surprising, not so much on the gift-giving, bringing you parts of a dragon or even the whole thing to display somewhere, swearing to yourself if he didn't have horns, he'd be a cat.

- For the first few anniversaries, you would be planning until one day, months before the date, he asked to plan that year. Holding out hope, it wasn't a day of fighting wild beasts he thought were cool, but he surprised you with a night filled with breathtaking views only seen at night and creatures that light up in the darkness of the night. Ending the event at his favorite place to cool off, a hidden-away spring where bugs and creatures glowed around, thriving alongside your love for the bull.

- Misses your anniversary in the start, giving the hunk of a man some grace as this is new to him, coming from a culture that they don't even know who they are related to. Gently reminding the man he would be apologetic, of course, then for the rest of the day, having asked Krem what to do, he tells Bull to make it up to you. Surprising you with flowers and some gifts, with a shower of kisses and charming compliments to resolve everything.

- Learns from you how long the celebration lasts; whether for a day or a week, he goes along with you, not minding even if you want the whole year to feel like it's your anniversary. Over time, he'll read you; every morning when you wake up with a certain smile on your face, he'd know it's another day of celebration, also knowing he'd have to get up soon to make you breakfast in bed only to eat most of it once cuddled back up with you in bed.

Smiling as you watch, Bull sticks another spoonful of breakfast that he made for you that morning into his mouth, then chews happily before continuing with his stories of the time his crew killed a beast.

Hand resting atop your hand as the hunk of a bull sat in your shared bed next to you, not minding at all as he ate from the plate that was meant for you. Loving how he enjoys the days of your anniversary, but for you, it's days of adoring him as he makes the cutest person of himself without even knowing it.

Thom Ranier (Blackwall)

- Would remember it every year. Starting from the night before, being extra gushy and lovey-dovey, holding you close in bed as you both fall asleep. When waking on the day, he pulls out all the stops, making every anniversary a memorable one.

- Celebration only yearly; as much as the man loves you, he feels like monthly anniversaries are too childish. Also, monthly anniversaries made him feel as if the relationship wouldn't last long, needing to celebrate yearly to feel that your relationship would last for the years to come.

- Lets you sleep in, cuddling you before getting up to make breakfast, then bringing it to you in bed before setting up the horses to take you both to a place only he knew. Being in a different place every anniversary, never having seen him with it through the year, filled with entries of times you took his breath away. Always surprises you with a diary he kept for that year. Never having seen him with it through the year, filled with entries of times you took his breath away. It was a hefty book.

- Never misses your anniversary, always wanting to be by your side, always finding moments to write down in his anniversary diary. Being content in his mind, there would never be a possibility for him to miss that date.

- As long as he can pull surprises out of his pocket. Having planned the days out months in advance, making sure every day had a new surprise or special moment to be made into a memory.

Thom's warm hand cupped your cheek as he gazed into your eyes, lips inches from each other yearning to meet. Minutes before, having given you his forest memories of you—how the sun rested warmly on your skin, the way your eyes glow in the ray of the light.

Being only a small exert from the diary, having to close it at his request. Wanting you to read it later, needing this memory to be real instead of written down in a book for later.

Lucanis Dellamorte

- Always remembering it's your anniversary, holding them close to his heart as it's the first time he gets to share that special celebration with anyone. Refusing to fuck it up in any way and also having Spite to remind him every hour as the date nears.

- Early in the relationship, he celebrates your anniversary every month; if it weren't for not wanting to come off too much, he would celebrate every week or day. Really overworks himself wanting to show you every bit of love he has for you on those days. Even if you ask him to relax, a gift would do the same good; he'd never stop going all out for your yearly.

- Taking up a lot of contracts in advance, saving up for your yearly anniversary, taking you away on vacation to anywhere you wanted to go—even if it's just only the two of you for miles, he makes it happen. Working overtime to plan what fun things to do, where to buy your favorite things, and what gifts to get you, with Spite pitching in with a yell of what he wanted to get you.

- Heart drops into his stomach if he missed your anniversary; even with your reassurance that it was okay, it's not to him. Devastated at the thought of having missed the one special day he gets to celebrate the love he had for you in full, for the first person he'd ever been in a relationship with. Finally talking him down, telling the distressed man you would be happy even if he gave you a flower from the garden outside; all you want on that day is him; nothing else matters.

- For what he has planned, he makes sure the celebration lasts for days; even when running out of ideas on the tenth day, Spite is there, giving him more. The two are a menace when putting their heads together. Starting out romantic after the date, then turning into passion, and lastly, hunger.

Heat prickles through your cheeks as Lucanis's lips soften against yours. Minutes ago, admiring the view of the city lights, then feeling a warm hand planted underneath your shin, you were gently guided right into Lucanis's lips.

Accepting the smooth action, kissing him back, feeling through the kiss as he smiled before moving once again. The same hand trailing up, cupping your cheek with lips rough with passion. Doing the same hands combing through his hair as you dive into his kiss, swearing you could hear Spite faintly.

Emmrich Volkarin

- Definitely remembers it, your anniversary, you being the dearest thing to his heart; that date means so much to him, he could never forget it. Planning months in advance, even asking Manfred his opinion from time to time on decisions, wanting every detail of the date to be to die for.

- Would be open to a monthly celebration but has a bit more taste for a yearly anniversary, being able to make everything feel more extraordinary. Worries that the monthly anniversary would dull his yearly surprises. However, if you insisted, he would agree to only having every two- to four-month anniversary, as the man can only pull so many unique date and gift ideas out of him.

- For your yearly, he would take you to see the most extraordinary places in all the world, guiding you in waking the life around the environment, watching everything light up and dance around you both. Speaking of dancing, this man would invite you to dance, head against his shoulder as you danced with the glowing creatures and magic whispering loving whispers into your ear before pulling out the dinner he packed for the picnic you were to have there.

- Rare that he would ever miss your anniversary from forgetfulness, it would be the reason cause of work. Not teaching, but if the Necropolis needed him, he would have to go with a storage promise to make it up to you when he gets back. Making it up to you with days off of teaching and other work, leaving you two just to be together.

- The planned celebration would last no more than a week; by the end of the fourth day, he would be exhausted, leaving you to have a turn to spoil him. Loving every minute of you spoiling him, being the one to now be gifted his favorite things and have surprise meals with his favorite desserts, all for him to enjoy, definitely healing his inner child.

Watching adoringly as Emmrich took a bite of the dessert you made just for him, even when he asked many times if you wanted a bite, you declined every time. Wanting him to have it all to himself, knowing he'd have the biggest smile after.

Chatting your ear off as he did so on many things, watching his lips move with a smile that gets bigger and bigger with every bite. Taking notice with one of his bites as a bit of it stuck to his lip before he could wipe it away, you took the opportunity to wipe it away with your thumb. Stunning Emmrich, watching as you lick it off your thumb. Locking eyes with him, seeing red flashes across his cheeks, before you lean over the table kissing him.

Lace Harding

- Lace can be a bit forgetful, but that's one of the things you love about her. So focused on one thing, not even time mattered—a magical experience when it's with you. Looking into your eyes, amazed every time. If it weren't for the mornings of eyegazing, adoring her amazement at your existence, she would have remembered it was your anniversary.

- Love to celebrate both monthly and yearly anniversaries, though the monthly celebrations would be more a day of never leaving the bedroom. Spending most of the day in each other's arms, soaking up each other's warmth before getting up to make dinner together, only to barely get anything done, not being able to let each other go. Ultimately ending the night at one of your comfort restaurants before getting home and back into bed in her arms.

- Yearly anniversaries would be a camping trip; even if it wasn't your thing, she'd smooth-talk you into it. Lace loves seeing you all sweaty and covered in dirt; she thinks it's hot, so this is more of a gift to herself than to you. Never tell you where she's taking you, even covering your eyes when you get halfway there. Only to show you the more breathtaking view before telling you that's your view for the next few days.

- Finally, when reminding her what the date was, watching as her face drops with a red flush spreading across her whole face. The first words out of her mouth would be a curse before the flood of apologies started. Even with all the reassurance in the world, the only thing that would stop her would be a kiss, feeling as all of her worries melt away. Breaking the kiss, the next words out of her mouth are her swearing she's still going to make it up to you.

- The camping trip would last for five days at most. Having only brought food for the first three days, knowing she'd be busy in your arms, then the last days she'd hunt and gather for the both of you. Telling you she never wants it to end, but when it does, she does love the view of you when hiking back home.

Limbs tangled with each other, lips close to raw, minutes ago, breaking the hungered kiss with the breathtaking view in the background.

The fire had died out hours ago, making you rely on Lace for warmth. Happily doing so with open arms, only to attack you with a shower of kisses. Almost sad you have to go back, away from the night sky, brought out Lace's eyes that adored you greatly.

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thefairnot-somaiden · 3 years ago

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Back where you’re mine

Pairing: Blackwall x Fem!Lavellan

Warnings: smut, vaginal sex, hair pulling, spanking, dom!Blackwall

(Basically a reader-insert since the Inquisitor isn’t given a name nor specific physical attributes)

Shining chandeliers, long tables stacked with the finest of foods, laughter hidden behind golden masks- Blackwall was out of place. Or maybe he was exactly at home, back in Orlais, surrounded by the nobles for which he had done the unspeakable in exchange for a sack of coin. The years had surely changed his appearance, but the curious eyes of the Winter palace's guests banned him to the shadows. He could not get recognized, could not be caught, not on such a big night. Everything was in place to stop the assassination of the empress, to stop the future seen by the Inquisitor. If they succeeded, the inquisition would no doubt be raised up in many's eyes, and rewards would come with it.

Blackwall watched from a distance as the Inquisitor slid past the Hall of Heroes, racing back to Leliana to no doubt deliver some scandalous secrets. His lover had been busy this evening, attempting to make the best impression she could while taking care of task after task. He had a hard time imagining anyone not taking a liking to her, she was always beautiful, but tonight she was a sight to behold. The dress that Josephine had arranged for her fit perfectly, the corset hugging her upper body while the bottom flared out in a sea of red fabric. The jeweled brooch that pinned up her hair matched the scarlet of her dress, the jewelry around her neck dipping just low enough to draw attention towards her cleavage. This was all done with intent, of course. As an elf, the Inquisitor already bore the scorn of many without them ever even having met her, so she needed all the charm she could muster to persuade the nobles towards her. From the heated gazes he had caught glimpses of when she had turned away for a moment, he would say it was working.

Blackwall was sipping at his drink, hiding in the shadow of some statue. He could feel the scowl on his face and imagined the Inquisitor running her fingers over it like she often did. "If you're not careful, it will get stuck like that," she would say. Foolish girl, it would've gotten stuck long ago then, for one of the only times he dropped it was with her.

"Fitting right in, are you?"

He looked over as Sera tittered towards him, plate stacked with food in hand. "Figure he's not the chatty sort." For a moment, he wondered what she meant but then noticed her glancing up at the statue behind him.

"Ha ha," he sounded sarcastic. "I imagine I'm fitting in about as well as you are."

She laughed, uncaringly leaning her back against the statue. "Like I want to fit in with these noble arses. I leave it to Inky to dazzle them with her fine tits."

The wine in Blackwall's mouth turned sour at that. The thought of all these people, openly ogling what was his, made his hand ball into a fist by his side.

"Ohh," Sera mused, "So that's why you're hiding away in here? Feeling too sorry for yourself?"

His jaw tightened, biting back a response. What could he say? That she was wrong? He was hiding for far worse reasons after all. She drifted into view, standing in front of him as she shoved a pastry into her mouth. "Listen, yeah," she started, barely legible with her mouth stuffed, "if you want her alone, just tell her you found some of those Caprice coins or something, she'll follow you anywhere."

He raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm unsure whether you should be giving this advice as her friend."

She laughed and licked off the remaining crumbs from her fingers. "Oh please, she'd have you dead on the floor within a second if you tried anything she didn't want." Her face turned serious now, one finger pointed at him, almost touching his chin. "Seriously though, try and I'll cut off your balls."

Point taken.

Sera's advice was growing more tempting with every look at the Inquisitor. She had crossed him while looking for the council of Heralds and had taken a brief pause, saying she missed him. When her hand landed on his crossed arms, warm eyes looking up with him as a smirk played at her lips, he felt himself stiffen in his pants like some Chantry boy. The effect she had on him was frankly embarrassing, and he could barely muster a response when she had asked him if he'd safe a dance for her. She'd looked disappointed when he said he didn't dance but had smiled at him before leaving regardless.

She was so close by, he could muster to go unnoticed for a bit, couldn't he? With a deep sigh, he gave in and made towards her.

The Inquisitor had curiously followed him just like Sera had predicted, keeping close behind him without drawing too much attention. When they were alone, she squeezed herself against his arm. "Some excitement after all, huh?"

That sparkle in her eyes at the promise of a challenge always put a grin on his face, the little minx. He guided her into the closed-off corridors a bit further before turning towards her. "I have to admit Inquisitor, I have no clue whether there are truly coins to be found here."

She quirked an eyebrow at that before a look of realization crossed her face. A mischievous grin followed, and Blackwall could guess where her mind had gone. "Constable Blackwall, I had expected better of you," she purred, a hand pressed to his chest.

"That is a flaw on your part, my lady," he swallowed as he looked down at the expanse of her breasts revealed by her dress. Maker, she must be the most tempting woman he had ever seen.

Her giggle drew his eyes back to her face, and she was not at all offended by his blatant staring. "I wonder what you did call me over for then?"

The way she feigned innocence was amusing, her face betraying that she knew all too well. Within a few paces, he had her backed up against a wall, her hand clinging onto his tunic as her lips parted in anticipation.

"I had to see what all these nobles were fuzzing over," he said, lips getting closer to hers till he felt her breath fan over his. "From up close."

Blackwall's hand went behind her neck, drawing her in and closing the distance between them. The kiss was instantly heated, their parted lips leaving no time for delicacy. Knowing that she had desired him just as fiercely only fanned the fire inside of him, and he pulled up her dress and hiked up one of her legs, ready to take her.

"Blackwall," the Inquisitor whimpered against his lips. "We can't." Her words made him set her leg back down gently, and she straightened out her dress with shaky hands. "I promised the duke another dance, it will be noticed if I'm away for long."

The disdain at that thought must've been written on his face because she pulled him in for a fast kiss. "I'll make it up to you, promise."

He grumbled an agreement against her lips, straightening out his own clothes, and adjusting his pants. When he looked back up at her, she was holding up a coin between two fingers, a wide grin on her face. "Guess I got my coin after all."

His hands instantly went to his pouch with coins, finding the strings slightly loosened. Before he could make a comment, she had already runoff, and for some odd reason, he missed her even more.

“Josephine will kill me if something happens to this dress,” the Inquisitor mumbled, back pressed against the railing of her balcony.

When Blackwall had requested her to put it on the night they arrived back in Skyhold, she had instantly known what his intentions were. In the Winter Palace, there had been no time to truly indulge, but they were alone now. The vision of her in that dress had plagued him the whole way home, and now he had her in front of him, no one here to disturb, he could not resist letting his calloused hands wander over her body.

Her hair was pinned up just like that night at the palace, lips a darker shade thanks to the harsh kisses he had already pressed against them. “Let’s ensure she doesn’t find out then.”

Sweet whimpers fell from her lips as he cupped her breasts, squeezing and enjoying her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. No armor, no breast bindings. A growl build up in his throat and he didn’t attempt to hide it.

“You should wear dresses more often, my lady,” he commented, making her chuckle.

“If you find me the time to wear them, I will.”

One of his hands moved from her breasts to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. “Perhaps when this is all over.”

Even in the dim light of the candles and fireplace that shone in from her quarters, he could make out the softening in her expression. That thought pleased her, that they would still be together. It made him both happy and ache with guilt, but he pushed that down. His lovely Inquisitor was dressed up in front of him like he was some noble suitor, not the traitor he truly was, and he has yet to repay her for it.

Hand on her back staying put, Blackwall guided her back inside. Wordlessly, she broke contact and moved over to the wall next to her bed, leaning against it with a coy smile. Her back was slightly arched, drawing his eyes to her chest yet again.

“I believe we didn’t get the chance to finish last time, Ser Blackwall,” she said and lifted up the skirts of her dress just slightly.

He came to her like a dog to its master, hands instantly finding her hips. The plan had been to take it slow, but how could he possibly refuse this?

Her leg nudged against his as she raised it a bit herself. “Gods, I wanted you to take me so badly that night.”

A groan left his lips and he pressed them to her neck, sucking and biting along the length of it. “Yet you left me for that damned Duke.”

She gasped and writhed against him as he teased her neck, swallowing hard before finding her voice. “Jealous, are we?” A wicked idea crossed her mind. “Do you think he wanted to bed me as well?”

Blackwall pulled away from her neck, eyes narrowing on hers. A pleasant shiver ran down her spine as he looked down at her. “What does it matter?”

“Just curious,” she answered, trying her best not to sound too amused.

With a casual display of his strength, he moved under her skirts and picked her up, sliding her up the wall and forcing his hips between her legs. She mewled at the feeling of his bulge pressing against her heat and shifted against it unconsciously.

“You only need to wonder about me,” he growled, hand moving into her hair and jerking her head back.

Her neck was fully exposed to him and he took advantage of it, placing far harsher bites than he had before. A whispered “yes” escaped her lips, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support.

“Perhaps I should leave a mark or two,” he breathed out against her neck. “Let everyone see how holy their Herald truly is.”

Gods, she loved when he talked like this. That possessive tone of his sending heat straight to her core. “Blackwall…”

His breath fanned over her ear as he moved higher up, making her whimper. The subtle twitch of her ears didn’t escape his notice. “Look at you, so excited to get fucked. I’ve seen whores more subtle about it than you.”

The Inquisitor ground herself against him, legs desperately urging him closer. “Please.”

He smirked at her confirmation of his words. Many would think him crazy for talking to a woman as powerful as her in this manner, but he knew what she enjoyed.

As her core pressed against him, he realized a vital detail had escaped his attention. He could feel now that she was bare under her dress.

"You knew this would happen." His voice sounded strained, betraying his own lack of control.

A smirk pulled at the Inquisitor's lips. "Of course I did, you aren't exactly subtle either."

One of her hands moved to the back of his head and she shot him one more heated gaze before pulling him into a kiss. Her tongue moved against his, and he could feel the vibrations of her moans as he ground his hips into hers. He let go of her hair, preferring for both of his hands to be firmly on her ass. There was no doubt that the front of his trousers was getting stained by her juices, and his pride swelled knowing how sensitive he made his lover.

They stayed like this for a while, grinding and tasting each other, muffling each other's groans. Blackwall could imagine that they were back at the Winter palace, in that secluded corridor, and his cock twitched at the fantasy of someone catching them like that. Maker, if it hadn't been for his damned secret, he might've actually risked it.

As his mind wandered, his kiss became softer, grip on her behind loosening slightly. This caught her attention, and she broke the kiss, questioning eyes trying to search his. She called out to him as his eyes were closed, and for a second, it sounded to him like she had said his name, his real name, and he looked at her in shock.

Worry warped her features. "Is something wrong?"

As close as they were, he could feel her heart hammering in her chest, and he realized she might think he's rejecting her.

"No," he quickly denied. "I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have you, that I don't deserve this."

Her smiled returned at that, and she swatted playfully at the back of his head. "You are lucky that I don't kick you out of my quarters for not being inside me yet."

"My apologies, my lady," he chuckled. "I'll get right on that."

When he moved a hand between their bodies to move down his trousers, she watched him carefully, biting at her lip. She truly was impatient, eager to recreate how he would've taken her when he lured her away that night.

"Show me that I made the right choice," she said, attempting to bring back the fire from before.

His trousers were down now, and she swallowed a moan as his cock graced past her clit. "Right choice?"

She pressed a deceivingly sweet kiss to his cheek. "That I chose right to take you home, instead of a nobleman."

She caught glimpse of his gaze darkening before he moved fast, both hands back on her ass, holding her in place firmly. She barely got the chance to breathe before he entered her in one hard thrust, rewarding him with a choked cry. Blackwall's girth was something servants would excitedly whisper about if they had the chance, and even after all their nights together, the Inquisitor still felt her body struggling to adjust.

He felt the way her walls gripped him tightly, but he didn't give them time to relax. She had clearly wanted this to be done a certain way, and who was he to deny his lady?

It was hard to keep the extensive fabric of her skirts bundled up as he thrust into her, not allowing him to set the punishing pace he intended. "Hold them up."

It took her a moment to realize what he meant, but then she obediently picked up her skirts, holding the fabric in her trembling hands.

"Higher," he commanded. "I want to be able to see myself slide into that tight cunt."

She couldn't suppress a moan at his words, lifting the fabric higher till he twitched inside her at the sight revealed to him. He could feel how she gripped him, but to see it was a whole other pleasure. He reveled in the way her body spread open for him as he resumed his thrusting, his cock glistening with her wetness each time he pulled back.

"This is why you chose me," he grunted as he pounded into her. "No pristine noble would allow you to dirty his clothes like this. No holier-than-thou man would take you like this."

The blissed-out look on her face and the rhythmic clenching of her heat around him told him he was hitting right where she liked it, and he made sure to hold the angle. "You need me because I'm enough of a bastard to fuck you as you need."

"Blackwall!" she cried out, and he rewarded her with a sharp slap to her ass.

"That's it, let everyone hear who you belong to." He felt spurred on by his own words, landing one slap after another on her soft flesh.

Heat radiated from the spot where he hit her repeatedly, the Inquisitor a whimpering mess against him. It stung but felt so good at the same time, mixing deliciously with the pleasure of him sliding against her walls. After the tenth slap, he rubbed her ass reverently, subduing the pain with his gentle kneading. It was such a stark contrast with his sharp thrusts, making it hard to focus on either, but she felt herself drawing closer to her end regardless. She tried to seek out his lips for a kiss, but he denied her, wanting to hear every sound that left her mouth.

The way she cried out his name was like a song to him, his eyes switching from focussing on her face, to her bouncing breasts, to where she took him inside her. He fucked her with abandon, uncaring for what the future might hold. Here, she was his, and he would enjoy her fully.

"Inside," she gasped, drawing his gaze to her parted lips. "I want you to finish inside me."

He groaned her name loudly at the request, signaling that they should not, but she only angled her hips into his thrusts. "Please."

That damned word. He cursed under his breath, the steel grip he had on her behind sure to leave some marks. He should control himself, pull himself off of her, but as he watched her, it was impossible to do so. The pure pleasure written on her face made him want to fulfill the request all the more.

"My lady," he choked out in another attempt, but she shushed him with a loud moan.

Her cunt was clenching around him, and the way her body so lightly shook told him she was close. Against better judgment, Blackwall moved a hand between their bodies, seeking out her swollen clit. A few strokes were all it took for her to come apart in his arms, a pleasured scream echoing through her chambers. Feeling her come undone destroyed the last of his restraint, and he groaned her name as he spilled inside her.

Their harsh breathing was the only sound filling the room as they stayed like that, his cock still buried deep inside her. Their foreheads touched, and he pressed a gentle kiss to hers when she giggled breathlessly. "That was amazing."

He couldn't agree more, finding it hard to pull away from her. But he saw that she looked tired, the traveling from Halamshiral to Skyhold having taken its toll, and he slid out of her with a grunt. She gasped when she felt his seed spilling out of her, staining her thighs.

"The dress!" she shrieked and he swiftly put her down. It was amusing to him that that was the first worry to cross her mind.

When he turned her unstable form around, he felt the breath hitching in her throat. "Just trying to help you, my lady," he clarified, but couldn't resist teasingly whispering it into her ear.

He really did intend to get the Inquisitor out of her dress. Ambassador Montilyet was not someone you wanted to piss off, and he imagined she would not take kindly to the dress getting sullied by his cum.

His fingers worked carefully at the back of the corset top, far more gracefully than she had managed to herself. It felt nice, his fingers brushing past her naked back every so often. He was good at this. That last thought stuck with her, and she frowned slightly. He was quite good at this, wasn't he? Where a Warden would cross dresses as such, she could not imagine.

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