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Great work this month! Thanks for all that you do.

Thank you Anon! I'm glad you enjoyed the stories that came out, I had a lot of fun doing them!

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You don't usually keep requests open this long but if they are indeed still open, can I get soft sex with Cassandra Pentaghast please? ty 🙏

Fun Fact: I love Cassandra Pentaghast. She’s my wife and the only thing better would be if Varric could join us I mean –

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Oral Sex, Groping, Mild Biting, Soft Sex, Established Relationship

            Cassandra was exhausted, that was easy to see. She had just returned from the Hissing Wastes with the Inquisitor and she looked dead on her feet. You had already called for a bath before she got home but you jumped up from your bed. You figured she would stop here before going back to her room above the forge but it didn’t look like she would be heading back.

            “Welcome home.” She could only muster a half smile at your words, letting you take her bag and groaning when she saw the bath still steaming. She stripped quickly and efficiently, sliding into the water with a sigh. You got to work unpacking her bag, setting things in their usual spot while she soaked. You didn’t bother her, content to have her back in your space after so long apart.

            Cassandra stayed in the water until it went cold, rising reluctantly and getting dressed in her night clothes. You had slipped out a while ago to grab dinner for her and she smiled when she saw the small feast you had gathered.

            “You didn’t have to do all this.” She was half scolding, voice fond and eyes soft as she sat across from you. You smiled back, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

            “I want to, I’ve missed you.” You chuckled as her face flushed at your words and she scoffed, settling across from you. You chatted as she ate, some of Cassandra’s energy returning. You shared a bottle of wine and she looked ready to sleep sitting up. You moved towards the bed without saying anything, Cassandra following after.

            You only meant to give her a quick peck but Cassandra was having none of it, fingers sinking into your hair to pull you closer. It had been weeks since you kissed her and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning closer. One kiss turned into two, two into three and soon you lost count, pulling back once you needed air.

            You had rolled on top of her and leaned back, her fingers digging into your hips. You didn’t hesitate again, kissing down her neck and giving a bite. Cassandra groaned, arms flexing but not pushing you off. One of her hands tugged on your shoulders and you pulled back to look at her again. A mix of regret and shame flickered across her face, her hand cupping your check.

            “As much I want to my love, I don’t- tonight I can’t-“ You understood what she was struggling to say, her words dissolving into wordless, frustrated sounds. She was too tired to fuck tonight, even if she wanted to. You grabbed her hand, kissing her wrist and the scowl on her face eased.

            “I want to help you, if you’ll let me. I don’t need anything tonight.”

            “I wouldn’t ask you to-“ You cut off her offended tone, your voice soothing.

            “You didn’t ask, I’m offering.” You gave her time to think, stroking the back of her hand with your thumb as she thought. You weren’t going to pressure her, but you knew she slept better after orgasming and you were more than willing to help her out.

            “… if you truly don’t mind.” The eagerness has returned to her face and you grinned, wiggling your eyebrows slightly.

            “Oh, I’m more than willing to help a gorgeous woman out.” Cassandra opened her mouth to argue but instead she moaned, your hands groping eagerly at her chest. She pressed closer into your palms; her head thrown back to show off her neck. Beautiful.

            You continued to play with her nipples over she shirt as you moved down, kissing her stomach and thighs before peeling her sleep pants off. Her fingers dug into your shoulders but you didn’t mind; she could easily stop you if she wanted.

            You sucked and nipped at her thighs, Cassandra’s legs bracketing your head. You groaned as her thighs held your head, hearing slightly muffled. She wasn’t the loudest lover, but she was louder tonight than usual. You didn’t mind; she could let everyone know she was home with you if she wanted.

            She was already wet when you parted her folds, dark curls damp. You placed a gentle kiss on her clit, smirking as her hips jerked. You glanced up to see her watching you, pupils blown wide. You gave her one last loving smile before starting to eat her out.

            Her moans were muffled by her thighs, but it was easy to tell she was enjoying herself. You watched, eye half-lidded, as you swirled your tongue against her clit. You slid two fingers into her and she swore, grinding against your face. It was hard to breathe but you didn’t stop, pushing your fingers as far as you could and sucking hard.

            Cassandra let one of her legs fall and you groaned; she was playing with her tits, dark eyes locked on your mouth. You placed a loud, smacking kiss on her clit before going back to sucking and drawing circles.

            Tomorrow, you might tease her about how fast she came. Maybe something about letting herself get pent up, but right now it was one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen. Cassandra came with a half shout, thighs slamming against your ears and fingers pushing your head down. You groaned, ignoring the heat between your legs to extend her orgasm, only stopping once her legs went slack.

            You pulled back to see her panting, one arm thrown over her eyes. She was perfect and your heart soared; she was home and safe. You placed one last kiss on her leg before getting up to grab a warm wash cloth. She was almost asleep when you returned, body boneless and breathing even. She only stirred a little as you wiped her down, curling onto her side once you were done.

            You slid into bed next to her, smiling at her sleeping face. You leaned over and kissed her forehead, Cassandra giving a half smile. Tomorrow, you would let her pamper you; tonight was all about her.

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happy to hear that things have settled down irl work-wise! i hope the writer's block doesn't linger for too long i know it can get frustrating when you're stuck in a slump :') also, can i please request either headcanons or an imagine of cullen from inquisition trying his hand at courting a serious inquisitor, only to discover that they're dense as a brick when it comes to romance?

Thanks Anon! Picking some fandoms that I’ve been into lately helps ideas flow easier!

Cullen thinks this is going to be easier than he fears. He gets along with you, of course, and you’ve never denied him before but this is a matter of the heart. You’re not with anyone else in the inner circle and Leliana keeps pushing. He figures he’ll do his best to be obvious and you’ll either reject him or – He doesn’t let himself think of a good outcome, trying to stay focused. The issue, it turns out, is that you have no concept of romance.

He invites you to breakfast and you accept, the two of you talking about troop movements. Cullen tries to steer the conversation to other things and you let him but never seem to relax. He brings you flowers and chocolates next, thinking this would be clearer; you accept with a raised eyebrow and half smile but it never goes farther than that. He wonders if he really is this horrible with women, but this feels more than that.

People are starting to take bets about if you’ll ever notice and Cullen is being torn apart. He wants to confess, just rip the bandage off but the other part of him says that clearly you haven’t accepted so you must not be interested, he would be beating a dead horse. His opportunity comes late one night; you’ve come to drop off a report and he invites you for a glass of wine. He’s not drunk but the liquid courage helps and he finally asks you if you’re interested in him or not. The most amazing thing happens; you get flustered.

You freeze, eyes wide and he watches the emotions fly across your face: surprise, confusion, understanding. You apologize profusely, not meeting his eyes and Cullen likes this bashful look on you, nervousness he’s never seen before. You admit that, yes, you are interested in him and hadn’t wanted to assume that his actions were romantic. You also confessed that you tended to be dense and he had to laugh at that one. When he squeezes your hand, you shoot him another bashful look. Keeping your reactions to himself makes the heartache from before easier, as long as he doesn’t have to share.

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If you’re still writing for dragon age I’d love if you did head cannons for all the veil guard companions and how they act after losing an injured rook to the fade and getting them back + nursing them back to health. I live for a good hurt / comfort and your writing is incredibly well done!

Warnings: Angst, Perceived Character Death (Rook), Nightmares, Self Blame, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms,

Davrin:

Davrin is clinical until he isn’t. Losing you had been devastating enough the first time; he isn’t going to lose you now due to injuries. He hovers a lot, letting the others heal you as much as they can and then sitting right back by your side. The team had been trying to organize, to help the allies you’d help, but all that fades to the background now that you’re back. Davrin is going to defend your bedside for as long as it takes.

It takes you a while to wake and he does his best to distract himself. He trains, works with Assan and attempts to show that he’s fine. He’s not, of course, and the others know it but they do their best to help. The first time you open your eyes, groggy and disoriented, he ignores the way tears gather in the corners of his eyes. He gives you a minute before leaning in to hold you close, almost squeezing the air of out you. He’s never going to lose you again.

Taash:

Taash alternates from being pissed to being hollow with loss, which leads to more rage. They’ve just lost their Tama and now you? One of the best things in their life? They don’t know what to do and it mostly ends with them wanting to hit something. They do hit and run missions with the other factions, but that stops once you come back to the Lighthouse. Taash isn’t the best nurse but they’re not bad, changing your bandages and telling you stories. They aren’t the best at sharing their day but they refuse to leave you for long.

This entire ordeal has been murder on Taash’s patience and it may never come back. The moment you’re awake Taash is relieved but also a little ashamed. They feel like they should have been doing something productive, not being upset. Reassure them and let they hover over you. Their hovering looks more like demanding you eat and start to move. Their touch is gentle, however and you soak up the attention like a sponge.

Lace Harding:

Lace isn’t a stranger to loss, but you hit her harder than the others. She lost friends during the Inquisition, but you loom in her mind like a specter. It’s worse now that she can dream; she sees you disappearing over and over. She doesn’t sleep much and distracts herself, sending letters and trying to track down Elgar’nan’s next move. The others worry for her but she puts on a brave face; the circles under her eyes start to rival Lucanis’.

She stays by your beside until you wake up, head bobbing with the urge to sleep. You wake up to her dozing next to you. Wake her up and she’ll start scolding you, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. Lace dotes on you for the next few days, getting you things and making sure you’re comfortable. She wants to touch you so badly but you’ll need to make the first move; hold her hand and she might just cry with relief.

Lucanis Dellamorte:

He blames himself for you going missing; he replays the moment over and over in his mind. If only he was faster or moved in a different way. It’s a dark slope he goes down and Spite doesn’t help, raging against you going missing. The guilt doesn’t dissipate once you’re back, in fact it’s worse. He wants to be with you so bad it hurts, but he feels he’s unworthy.

Spite solves this problem for him. Once Lucanis goes to sleep, Spite goes to your bedside and curls up next to you. You wake up to an exhausted Antivan man in your bed and it’s cute as much as concerning. Lucanis is so embarrassed he wants to sink into the floor, but when you start talking to him, he relaxes. You have a heart to heart and he feels better, leaving after to let you rest. None of the others say anything and he makes a huge dinner as a thank you.

Bellara Lutare:

Bellara throws herself into the study of the Fade, working around the clock to try and figure out what happened. Emmrich might be the expert, but she can help and she’s not going to sit around doing nothing while you’re gone. She gets so focused she forgets to eat and drink; Neve has to literally drag her to bed one night. Once you’re back, Bellara is finally able to sleep but it isn’t restful, not when you’re not up yet.

She does cry once you’re awake, not in front of you but in the hallway. She can hear you talking to Lace, and she’s so overcome she collapses against the wall. She soaks in your voice, your laugh (weak but stable). It takes her a little while to get herself under control, but she smile is genuine when she goes into your room. You notice she’s been crying but don’t say anything, smiling back. Later, she wants to talk about everything, but right now all she wants is to hear your voice again.

Emmrich Volkarin:

Part of him feels like he should be more prepared for this, but he’s not. Emmrich has been surrounded by death but this is different. There isn’t a body, no remains to care for and no time to really mourn. He does his best to take time to grieve, but there’s never going to be enough time for him. Fade research and working with the other factions helps; he feels your absence like a stabbing wound. Rooms aren’t as bright when you’re not in them, and it’s hard for him to focus, he keeps getting lost in his thoughts.

He does his best to heal you once you’re back with them. Emmrich isn’t someone who normally gets touchy, but this is an exception. He doesn’t want anyone else to care for you and the others are accepting, even if they don’t agree. When you finally open your eyes, he feels like the sun is rising for the first time since you’ve left. He has so much to tell you but it’ll have to wait. He wants to soak up as much time as possible with you before the final fight.

Neve Gallus:

Neve throws herself into her work, or at least, that’s what she says. She pours over notes and clues, trying to figure out how Solas has come back, but no thoughts ever stick. Her theories slide through her fingers like sand and she feels like she’s going crazy. She blames herself; for losing you, for getting too attached, for not seeing this betrayal coming. When you finally awake up, she feels so goes boneless in her chair. She needs a moment to collect herself before going to see you.

Neve does her best to show she’s alright but it’s easy to see through her. After you fall back asleep, she vows that she’s not going to lose you again. She wants your kind of trouble and you’re both going to survive this damn it. She pushes herself to get ready for the big fight, both for her city and you. Support her but also remind her that you’re on her side; you’re going to finish this together.

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Hello. How about dating headcanons for Riddle, Azul and Jamil?

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle takes bit to get used to being in a relationship. He cares about you, could even learn to love you, but sharing his life is hard, especially when the people who usually share his life tend to boss him around. He’s very strict about his personal time (his own self-imposed schedule) and fitting you in takes practice. Be patient with him but don’t be afraid to hold to your own boundaries; Riddle doesn’t want you to bend to his will, he wants you to be equals. If you don’t have free time to hang out, you’ll have to compromise to getting time or planning better.

He likes planning dates. Riddle hasn’t seen as much of the world and trying new places together is a great way to check things off his list. He enjoys pampering you when he can; not with physical things but experiences. You’ll catch on quickly that Riddle likes having the power to choose. Make sure to help him prioritize his wants too and you’ll go on lots of fun adventures.

Riddle does his best to not show any biases towards you and most of the time, he succeeds. People outside the friend group have no idea you’re dating, between Riddle keeping things professional and not a lot of PDA. Unlike most relationships, Riddle gets more outwardly smitten the longer you’re together. He likes to hold your hand and eat lunch together, but only after a couple of months. It leads to funny conversations when people try to tease him and he says you’ve bene dating for 6 months.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul is another person who takes a long time to trust and get used to being in a relationship. He wants to date you, very much so, but it’s a mix of cultural differences and his own insecurities. He wants everyone to know you’re dating while he wants no one to know. It can lead to these cute but also awkward greetings where he flip flops from being professional and overly affectionate. The Twins can’t get enough. This doesn’t last long, only the first couple of months as Azul gets used to being your partner.

He loves to pamper you but he warned, he will abuse his gift giving skills if you’re not both careful. He wants to give you gifts while you date; it’s part of mer dating culture, but also to show he can provide for you. Azul gets overzealous if he’s not careful and will start giving gifts for everything; good, bad or neutral. Put your foot down or better yet, start giving him gifts. It takes a lot more for him to accept something and will highlight how one sided everything has been. Only use his powers of gift giving for good, otherwise you run the risk of ruin.

Loves to hear you talk about him, no matter what you’re saying. Bragging about how the Monstro Lounge is doing great? He’s on cloud nine all day. Talking about the date the two of you had? He’s making notes about what you enjoyed and how to better replicate it for next time. Complaining about something? Even that he enjoys; you wouldn’t complain if you didn’t care, just don’t go overboard. Azul is always afraid you’ll grow sick of him and if you’re talking about him, it’s a good way for him to know you still want to be with him. Does his public image need the talking up? No way. Does Azul the man need hyping up? Yes please, give him verbal support.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil falls into the role of loving boyfriend very easily. He’s a scary good boyfriend, in the best of ways. He always remembers your order and the way you like your drinks. He’ll remember you mentioning you want to see a movie and make a whole day of it. He wants to prove he can be the best for you and it’s very sweet, but watch out. He can burn himself out and get resentful if you don’t have the same level of detail about him. Make sure to remind him he’s human and people have to talk about things they want.

He’s nervous about you mixing into his daily life, not because he doesn’t care but because of Kalim. There’s a part of Jamil that wants to keep you to himself, to not let the best part of his life touch the part he hates. He has to be the one to figure out the balance but stand by his side. Your support, verbal and otherwise means the world to him. Stand firm when you make plans with him and tell Kalim Jamil is your favorite; it might be embarrassing but Jamil loves every second.

He likes it when you take initiative setting up dates and going places. He loves to travel but planning everything can get exhausting. If you plan a trip and show him your plans he’ll be over the moon. It feels more long term like this, the two of you planning together. It also helps him lean on you more and not feel embarrassed about it. Jamil will always try to juggle more than he can; you being there for him means the world. The first time you plan a date and take him out, he feels pampered and loved. It’s not something he would have thought he’d enjoy but color him surprised; being the center of your attention is where he loves to be. He never has to hide with you and that’s how he knows you’re the one.

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Can I please request smut headcanons of Neve, Emmrich, and Davrin with a reader who is under the influence of some sex pollen type of thing?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Sex Pollen, Dubious Consent, Dub Con, Teasing, Begging, Hand Jobs/Hand Sex, Being Pinned in Place, Grinding, Established Relationships, Masturbation, Groping

Neve Gallus:

She knows the moment something happens, seeing you disappear behind a huge plume of bright yellow pollen. She’s too busy trying to kill the darkspawn in front of her to see what happens, but she hears you coughing and figures you must still be alive. Neve gives a relieved sigh as you come back into view, the enemies dead so she can focus on you.

You’re a little wobbly but seem alright. Except your pupils are huge and you’re starting to sweat. She suggests heading back to camp and you agree, following after her. She watches as you start to scratch at the gaps in your armor, breathing getting heavier. Neve steps off the path and waves you to follow; you don’t say anything and that worries she even more.

She pushes you against a tree and that confirms all her suspicions; you beg her to fuck you right there, please please please. Bellara had mentioned a plant in the area being used an as aphrodisiac and you have the luck to be doused it in. She slots her knee between your leg and you whine, grinding against her without thinking. Neve is torn between finding you cute, being worried and being horribly turned on. You watch with wide eyes as she pulls her gloves off with her teeth and slides a hand down the front of your pants.

She doesn’t touch you until you beg, fingers digging into her shoulders. Tears are gathering in your eyes and she shushes you, burying her face in your shoulder and pinning you to the tree. She’s the only thing holding you up and Neve doesn’t mind, getting you off quickly even though she wants to tease you. She likes you desperate and clingy but would never say anything, especially not right now. After you come down from your high, she starts getting you back to camp, determined to finish this in private.

Emmrich Volkarin:

The fight starts so fast, he doesn’t get a chance to warn you about the flowers. Emmrich sees them out of the corner of his eye and makes a point to avoid them. You, of course, have no reason to care, and he winces as you rush through them to throw a spirit off a ledge. His half-formed warnings fly over your head and he starts an internal counter, hoping maybe your limited exposure would help.

You’re not so lucky and Emmrich watches as you begin to sweat and your eyes go glassy. He quickly moves you away from the open path, trying to stay out of site from enemies and allies alike. His explanation takes too long, your mind wandering as the heat overtakes you. He tries to be stern, but can’t stop the trembling in his hand as you begin to suck on his fingers.

Emmrich refuses to fuck you with his cock; outdoors, where everyone could see you? Absolutely not. He doesn’t mind helping you out in other ways, playing with your chest as you get yourself off. He urges you to be quick, ignoring the way his body reacts to your own. This isn’t about him and he does his best to stay focused on that.

He wants to memorize everything about you; your sounds, the way your hips buck, how you shake. You’re a work of art he never wants to forget. He indulges his desires by kissing you deeply, letting you cling to him. Once you’ve come down from your high, he’s quick to get you back to the Lighthouse. He can take care of himself once you’re feeling better.

Davrin:

Davrin sees you go over the edge of the cliff and almost panics, sending Assan to make sure you’re alright. He finished cutting the head off the Venatori mage and jogs over, leaning over and his knees almost give out in relief. You’re sitting, dazed but alive in the middle of a mossy patch of grass only a few feet down. He teases you as you climb your way out, voice light but eyes taking in every inch of you.

Once you’re back on level ground he frowns, seeing how wide your eyes are and your shoulders shaking. Davrin makes you sit on a rock, sending Assan back to camp with the firewood. You weren’t supposed to be gone long and he didn’t want the others worrying. He kneels in front of you, checking your ankles when he gets a scent, sweet and damp. His knows this smell. At the same time he recognizes the pollen, you throw yourself at him, kissing him desperately.

He kisses back without thinking, realizing halfway through that he really should be stopping you. He flips you easily and pulls back, taking in the sweat on your skin and your fingers clawing at his back. You’re already begging him to fuck you and can’t ignore the way his cock twitches. Davrin keeps your arms pinned to the ground, trying to talk you through what’s happening.

You half listen, sobbing in his ear and asking for his help. He refuses to fuck you, not like this, but he doesn’t stop you when you start grinding against him. You’re getting more from it than him but that’s alright, he wants to take care of you. When you cum, head thrown back and body shaking, Davrin sinks his teeth into your neck and you cum again. He wonders if you’ll still be that sensitive when you come down from the pollen.

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Could I request either romanced Fenris or Anders reacting to Hawke coming back from the Skyhold (assuming Stroud sacrifice ending)? Female or GN Hawke is fine! c:

I chose Fenris for this one! Reader is Hawke

Warnings: Angst, Angst with a happy ending, Implied Sex,

He knows why you’ve left; there are days where he wonders if you and Varric should have ended up together instead of him and you. Fenris shakes those thoughts from his head. If you wanted, you could have had anyone and you chose him. Even now. That’s why he’s being patient, even if all he wants to do is go kill something. This was the plan and he’s going to stick to it.

Fenris isn’t keen on saying it out loud but he’s terrified you won’t come back. He’s been following the Warden’s decent into blood mage and it enrages him. Mages just can’t seem to resist the urge to mess with demons. Of course. You’re determined to help Varric and Fenris can’t say no to you, he never could.

When you finally come back its well into the night, Fenris sitting in front of the fire and almost done with his second bottle. He hadn’t been drinking as much but tonight he’s felt cold with you not in bed and can’t stand it. He almost doesn’t believe it’s you shoving the door open and making a joke about him missing you. He kisses you hard, dragging you deeper into the house and you follow, clothing disappearing along the way.

Fenris doesn’t say much as you talk about the Fade, leaving Stroud to die and how its tearing you up inside. He’s selfish and he knows it and he doesn’t bother trying to hide it from you. He tells you he loves you, and you deserve to live; going out like a hero isn’t a bad way to go but living it better. He holds you while you cry and vows that next time he’s going with you. That way, he can drag you out of the Fade himself if he has to.

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Hi! For Dragon Age, could I please request fem!reader riding Knight Commander Meredith's strap? With some breast play for them both please?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Strap-Ons, Breast Play, Riding Sex Position, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Edging, Orgasm Denial

            Every part of your legs ache; thighs, calves, hips. Your lower half is shaking with the effort of riding Meredith and you don’t stop, wouldn’t even suggest it. She told you to ride her and so you would, even if your legs gave out.

            Her eyes are locked on your face, mouth partly open as she breathed deeply. Her gaze is always intense, and right now it feels like she’s setting you on fire with just a look. You do your best to meet her gaze, mouth open wide as you moan and pant. Meredith never wants you to be quiet, and here, locked away in your shared bedchambers, you’re as loud as possible.

            She pinches your nipples hard, giving a twist and you whimper, knees hitting the bed hard. Your chest feels tender and every grope is half pain and half pleasure. She had been massaging your breasts earlier, pinching and twisting when she wanted you to be louder. Now, every time your heart beats, your chest echoes the rhythm, skin tight nipples hard.

            “Bend down.” Her tone sounds like the two of you are at brunch, not that she’s been fucking you for almost an hour now. You bend down without question, her hands moving to hold your hips still. She leans back on the pillows just enough that you get the message and start sucking at her tits. This has been her game tonight. You ride her as she plays with your chest and when you can’t, your hips don’t move and you play with her chest. It’s simple and maddening and you wonder if she’s going to let you cum at all tonight.

            “Please.” You sob against her chest, panting as two of her fingers start to stroke your clit. It’s puffy and slick and you wonder if you’re too sensitive to cum after all. Meredith chuckles, the sound breathless and low and kisses the top of your head.

            “Just a little longer pet.” You groan at her words and nod, letting the tears fall as you nip at her areolas. She doesn’t tell you to stop, her fingers moving faster and you follow her led, biting hard when she goes fast and licking as she lows. It’s a long buildup of slow and fast, your restraint held on by a thread. You’ll hold out as long as you need to; Meredith controls your every move and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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happy april..! can i request hcs abt vil with an idol-type s/o kinda along the lines of like hoshino ai? (ik apparently onk went off the rails or smth like that but i never actually watched the show/read the manga i just like the op lol)

I have never heard of this series in my life but it looks wild

An idol life isn’t one that Vil wants for himself, but he does appreciate how you dominate the industry. He prefers movies and modeling, but idols do have a lot of sway. He respects what you do and enjoys that you two are able to relate in a career way. There’s also a part of him that’s relieved; you know how to navigate the spotlight and don’t shy away from it. Getting you up to speed on the media isn’t necessary.

Your relationship is strictly under wraps, for both your careers. Your fans would be devastated if they knew you were dating; the idol world was changing but you wanted to ease your fans into the idea. Vil prefers privacy (as much as he can get) and has no desire to ‘show you off’. He wants to make sure this relationship is going to last before going public.

There are some rare times he goes to see you rehearse and practice. You’re so focused, so determined; he can’t help but be inspired. It makes him want to work twice as hard so you don’t leave him behind. This does mean, however, that your songs get stuck in his head. He finds himself humming them as he does his makeup, much to Rook’s elation.

Vil shares what he knows about fashion and the industry to support your look. If you’re an idol with a theme, he’s happy to brainstorm new sets and outfit ideas. There are things you disagree on, professional differences, but overall, you’re good about supporting each other. It can be difficult to find time between two very packed schedules but you make it work.

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im glad i caught the askbox open! i'm not sure if itd be doable but could i please request (purple) male hawke trying to shoot his shot with a barmaid at the hanged man? i know why people don't write for him much since player character its just sad because hes hot lol

Lol that’s the problem with Dragon Age, everyone is too hot

            You know the moment Hawke starts walking over he’s going to be trouble. Varric has been nudging him all night and Isabella keeps one eye on you, not just for drinks. You know the drill when it comes to the rowdy bunch. They don’t usually cause issues and you’re content to leave them to themselves. Until they get in a mood like tonight; something had gone wrong, somewhere, and they were here to drown their sorrows. It wasn’t too bad; they were downstairs instead of up in Varric’s rooms.

            You weren’t blind, as much as the other staff teased you. Hawke liked to flirt with everyone and he always went out of his way to pay you extra attention. You didn’t mind; it was better to be hit on by someone you knew than a stranger. Just because you were alright with some light flirting didn’t mean you took shit, however, and you were waiting to see if Hawke would cross the line tonight.

            “My dear barmaid!” He grinned as he leaned against the bar, broad shoulder blocking out the room beyond him. You raised your eyebrows, mouth a straight line as you cleaned a glass. Hawke didn’t seem to mind, leaning closer but not into the bar space. He was built like a brick house, you would give him that.

            “Hawke. Need a refill?” You offered him a pitcher and he shook his head, hair brushing his cheeks. He had been letting it grow out, something about his mother passing away. You hadn’t asked at the time, just paying his tab for the night.

            “No no, nothing like that. Unless you’re going to join me?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you snorted, lips quirking up. He grinned like he won something, settling into a stool. You ignored the wolf whistle behind him, Hawke turning to make a rude gesture at his friends.

            “Can’t drink on the job, you know that. Rough night?” With most patrons all they needed was a gentle nudge and they were spilling their guts. Hawke never shared much and tonight wasn’t any different.

            “Eh, nothing we couldn’t handle. But I didn’t come over to talk about me, at least not yet.” Hawke sent you a flirty smile, leaning closer. You didn’t back away, wondering if he knew he was close to falling over the counter.

            “What did you come over for then?” Your eyes flashed over his shoulder, seeing movement. The rest of The Hanged Man was quiet, everyone watching Hawke make his move. You wanted to blow him off on principle, but figured the people deserved a show. And he really was a good guy, deep down.

            “I just realized I haven’t talked to my favorite person in this entire bar all night and got lonely.” He pouted, crossing his arms like a little kid. “It’s unacceptable.”

            “You’ve been talking to Varric all night.” You laughed, grabbing another glass to clean. Hawke gasped as if you insulted his pride.

            “Varric isn’t my favorite! How could you say that? Clearly, it’s you.” Your snort of laughter made his smile turn a little more genuine, and he hummed before keeping talking. “I was wondering, what do you do when the sun is up?”

            “Sleep, usually.” Your dry tone didn’t deter him. Hawke nodded like you told him the answer to life.

            “Could I tempt you out of bed with food? Real stuff, cooked by someone else’s hand?”

            “You wouldn’t cook yourself?” He laughed at your question, shaking his head.

            “I’m trying to impress you, not kill you. Two days from now?” You opened your mouth to deny him and took Garrett Hawke in again. There were deep bags under his eyes, and he looked tired, much more than the man who was here years ago. Something in your chest ached for him; all of you were older now.

            “My favorite place is The Little Leaf. 9am. Don’t be late.” Hawke looked shocked; eyes wide as he stared. You waved his off with a towel. “Now move, I have other people to serve.”

            He walked away without a word, not saying anything. You turned around to grab a bottle of wine for the next customer, ignoring the cheer that came up from his table. What a dork.

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Requests are open? Hell yes! Can you write an nsfw story with a buff male dullahan and a chubby fem reader? With kidnapping, heavy groping, and dubcon?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Kidnapping, Dubcon, Groping, Bondage, Man Handling, Body Horror (Head Separated from Body)

            You grunted, squirming onto your stomach and trying to figure out what was going on. You had been walking home, minding your own business, when something hit you hard on the back of the head. It was horribly cliché and you hated every second of it, but there was no going back now. Your arms had been tied behind your back, and you did your best to figure out where you were.

            It wasn’t a huge place, some sort of cabin. You could only see three of the four walls and assumed the door was behind you. There was a roaring fireplace and you were thankful it was on; the floor was freezing. It was then that you realized you were naked and tried to flip around.

            You couldn’t get enough leverage; between your arms and legs being tied, the most you could do was roll onto your side. There was a small kitchen and a wooden table with a single chair. Everything was sparce, no real personality. Well, expect for the head, staring at you.

            Its hair was short and black, cropped short. Bright green eyes were wide and you wanted to scream. Whoever lived here was going to kill you and parade your head around. You struggled more, trying to see if the ropes would give way and the eyes snapped towards you. The mouth opened and the head began to talk, your screaming almost drowning out the words.

            “Oh good, your awake.” His voice was deep, startling beyond the fact he was a talking head. The sound of a door opening make you jerk, torn between looking for the door and looking away from the head. “I was getting tired of wait.” You struggled to turn over, letting out another scream when you saw who was there.

            He was huge, covered in layers of muscle and easily a foot taller than you. He was carrying firewood, the logs easily bigger than your neck. This body also had no head; where his head should be was a stump, green mist rolling over his shoulders.

            “W-what in the world!?” It took a few tries before your voice came out, the body placing the wood by the fireplace and then going over to the head. He placed the head on his shoulders and you watched, horrified and in awe, as the head fused on. After a moment he rolled his shoulders, cracking his head and turning to you with a smile.

            “There, all better. I was getting stiff anyway.” The man settled onto his knees next to you, grabbing you by the leg and pulling you towards him. You shrieked, trying to kick him but he ignored you, hands going to touch your breasts. All you could do was moan; his hands were rough and warm and squeezed eagerly.

            You had no idea what was going on, only that his touch felt so fucking good it should be illegal. You couldn’t stop the moans as he continued to massage your chest, pulling at your nipples and admiring how they got hard.

            “W-what do you want?” You didn’t sound as angry as you hoped and he smiled, undoing the rope around your ankles. He pulled your hips closer, slotting himself between your legs. He gave a slow thrust and you groaned; he was hard and huge.

            “I was hoping you could help me with something.” He smirked as you gawked at him, undoing his pants with one had while he groped your ass with the other. This was bizarre, completely wild, and you were so wet it almost hurt. The part of you that wanted to get away was ignored; if you were going to be living this weird dream, might as well make the best of it.

            You didn’t try to stop him, groaning as he pulled his cock out. You leaned toward him and he startled, hesitating for a second before leaning over to kiss you. His tongue was hot and you whimpered, grinding against him and staining his pants. He groaned, lining up his cock and pushing inside you with one thrust.

            It felt like he was splitting you open in the best way; his cock was fucking perfect. He helped you up, leaning your head against his shoulder as he started to fuck into you. Your weight wasn’t an issue; he eagerly groped everywhere that he could get, your ass, your thighs, your breasts, everywhere. Nothing could stop the slamming of his hips and you wailed, biting his shoulder hard. You hadn’t cum yet but it was only a matter of time. This was shaping up to be a long, long night.

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Angst, sweet delicious angst. Fem reader who had her hometown destroyed by a demon army. Everyone is slaughtered except for her, spared by a masc shadow demon general to be his war trophy. She has to be nice to and pleasure the man who is responsible for ruining her life.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situation, Non Con, Rape, Angst, Prison of War Reader, Forced Sexual Favors, Murder, Destruction of Home and Family, Humiliation, Public Sex, Voyeurism

            The harsh tug on your neck made you want to scream. You didn’t move, kneeling and looking at the floor. The next tug cuts off your air supply and you look over, fingers digging into your knees. There was a war council happening, demons of all shapes and sizes all over the room. No one spared you a look and you wished, desperately, that you were anywhere but here.

            Your whole life was gone, swallowed up by war and flames and fear. No one else was left, their bodies either eaten or left to rot. The army had abandoned you, not thinking of your village as a defensible position. Had they let anyone know? Of course not; what’s the best distraction if not death?

            Your family was gone and you were taken, dragged through the center of town by your hair while you screamed. You would never forget the scent of blood and the expressions of horror as people were cut down mercilessly. Now, weeks later, you’re fed and dressed, but it would be better if you had died.

            One final tug has you moving, crawling over on your knees towards the throne. The General doesn’t look down, fingers tapping slowly as his advisors speak to him. You’ve never seen his face, not really; his armor was intimidating, jet black. You heard whispers that he was as shadow demon, his form fluid inside his armor.

            His cock was already out and hard, his skin gray and smoky. It didn’t look solid, wisps of darkness but when you touched it, it solidified under your hand. You hesitated for a moment and the General pulled harder, your leather collar digging into your neck before you began to take him into your mouth.

            He hadn’t addressed you directly in days, not that you wanted to talk to him. You did know, however, that if you ignored him, he would make your life more of a living hell than it already was. He had done that the first time he’d taken you, fucking you in front of his entire army while you sobbed. You knew better now, keeping your rebellion quiet and personal.

            You bobbed your head a few times before swallowing him down completely, face nestled in his groin. You hated how used to this you were, how easily he fit into your body. His hips jerked, fucking your face and you closed your eyes, focusing on breathing. His cock was so wet and the faster he moved, the louder it got. You dug your fingers into your legs; you hated when they watched, it made you feel even smaller.

            The General kept fucking your face for a while before weaving his fingers into your hair, pushing your head down. He didn’t cum, holding you in place and making sure you knew to stay before removing his hand. You couldn’t stop the tears from rising in your eyes but they didn’t fall. You wouldn’t let him kill you; he could fuck you and try to break you but you wouldn’t give in. Someday, he was going to regret letting you live. Someday, you were going to kill him.

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Hey, I hope you are doing well! Can request a fem reader with an eldritch horror that is madly in love with her and steals her away? She feels herself losing bits of herself each day that she is in their presence feeling scared, confused, and helpless.

Warnings: Kidnapping, General Horror Elements, Slowly Creeping Insanity, Angst, Pain, Physical

            It’s easy to float here. Not in the physical sense, or maybe it is, you don’t know. Usually you mean the mental float; you can zone in and out and things don’t change. They understand time in a completely different way and while you’ll never understand, (you can’t because too frail, too squishy) you do know time has been passing.

            You prefer to float more than anything. When you’re aware, that’s when the pain starts. It starts as a mild panic, like waking from a nightmare where you’re being chased. From the panic comes helplessness. You can’t move, you can’t stop yourself from following their voices and you feel like a pet, perking up when being called. You couldn’t stop yourself from following, from obeying.

            After the helplessness is pain, your entire body engulfed in excruciating violence. Every time they look at you, it hurts. Their eyes burn your skin and their voices makes your ears bleed. They’re so gentle, so kind to you, but not in a human way, and that matters more than intention. Their skin rips into yours as they cradle you close to them.

            Every day it gets harder to hold onto something the longer you’re here. Pain, sense of self, loss; you’re losing time in the physical way. It doesn’t make any sense and a part of you knows you’re losing your mind, consciousness slipping through the cracks. You can’t help but cling; even if it hurts, even if it ends the same way. You can’t stop wanting to be you and it’s going to kill you.

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If you're still writing for DbD can I get a fluffy smut with the Blight eating out a female Surv (Reader)?

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Canon Typical Violence, Implied Death, Implied Murder, Overstimulation, Begging Kink

He likes to tease you before eating you out, groping your ass and then acting like he didn’t. He’ll whisper filthy things in your ear and then say it’s not the right time. It drives you mad, the hot and cold, but it’s all part of the game for Talbot. He wants you desperate and needy. He knows you can’t resist him when you get this way and he loves it.

As much as he teases you throughout the day, once he gets between your legs, there isn’t any sort of teasing. He dives all in, arms wrapped around your thighs and holding you as close as he can get. He uses a combo of tongue and fingers to open you up. Talbot isn’t going to stop until you’re dripping down his chin and shaking from overstimulation.

His fingers are better than his mouth. Not that his mouth isn’t good! His fingers just know the exact place to touch and stroke to get you that much closer to cumming. A gentle press here and a come hither there and you’ll be clenching around him in no time. He likes it when you’re as loud as possible, that way everyone knows you’re his.

After sex, he likes to take a moment to relax and listen to you talk about your day. He knows what you’re like during his trials, but its interesting to see how other Killers try things. Talbot never provides snacks or things like that, but he will hold you if you ask. He isn’t going to go easy on you during a trail, but you are his favorite and that means something, even if only to him.

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How about oneshot of Akane Owari pegging her male S/O? Plus some aftercare if possible.

Sorry Anon, not feeling a oneshot right now but hopefully HCs work

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Pegging, Anal Sex

Akane has no issues when you ask her to peg you. Her face might go hot but she’s grinning the whole time. She might tease you if you seem to be confident in your ask; if you’re nervous than she holds off on the teasing. You’re going to have to provide the strap; she’ll look up how to use it, but doesn’t know where to buy one. She’s happy to set a date and time. She gets super excited so make sure you don’t back out.

She over preps you for pegging. She loves getting you off and fingering you open? Seeing how much you get into it? Akane gets so turned on she almost loses slight of the evening. You have to beg her to get to the main event and she’s just as desperate as you at that point.

Akane does her best to fuck you how you want; hard or slow or fast or gentle. Every time you lean into her, she grins, holding you close and fucking you faster. When her fingers curl around your cock it’s over, and you’re cumming hard while moaning into your pillow. She’ll pull her cock out after you sit for a moment and then start taking care of you.

She’s a firm believer in warm wash clothes and a wipe down after. Akane will also grab some snacks and water. She’ll hold you if you ask, otherwise she’ll curl up close so you can lean into her. She knows sometimes she wants closeness but not to feel held down and wants to do the same for you. She’s content being with you without speaking so she leaves that up to you. The sweet moments after sex she really enjoys too.

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Hey, how's it going this month? Is work still crazy?

Hey hey! Work is going alright! Time is flying by omg. Things are going well though and I should be able to get things moving soon!

I'm in a bit of a writers block funk which is why things are coming slower. Once I get a good chunk of time I'm hoping to get some motivation

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Month of April

Hello dears! I'm back, woot woot! Couple of notes

The last 5 requests are written! I just have to edit and post them. I was going to Sunday but work got crazy and is going to be crazy this week. My hope is to get those posted this weekend. I'm also opening the ask box!

This Month's Fandom: Twisted Wonderland, Dragon Age

This Month's Theme: Any!

As always if you have any questions please let me know and have a wonderful April!