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[mosoderbergh]

happy thedas weekend, ellie <3 <3 <3 neverookanis and " Give me your mouth." from the sugar and spice prompts pretty please? 👀

Thank you Lee for the prompt for @thedasweekend

Pairing: Neverookanis

Words: 996

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, very explicit, oral (f and m receiving), fingering(f receiving), bondage, blindfolds, sensory deprivation, gagging, more than light dom and sub dynamics, mention of penetration, cold play, magic being used for sex, Look they have safe words (and safe taps) and are established in their relationship at that point, Lucanis can handle being a bit manhandled, so can Rook bc they cannot shut up

A hand is at the small of his back, nails grazing his sensitive skin as it travels upwards following his spine. He arches into the touch, shuddering.

Lucanis has his eyes blindfolded. A part of him had been hesitant when he asked Neve and Rook to try something new tonight. He had read about it in a rather corset-ripping romance novel and it had intrigued him – and Spite, who asked more question that Lucanis could answer him- so much that it drowned out the uncertainty.

Who would help him better than his lovers?

He knelt on the soft bed, hands on his knees and waited for instructions, for a touch, for anything that eased the pressure on his erect member. Without being able to see he knew Rook was in front of him, seeing, but bound to the bed.

That was the deal. Lucanis could touch but not see, Rook could see but not touch and not talk.

Neve could all of those things but had been sitting quietly next to him, tapping the wood with her finger, until mere moments ago where she had sat behind Lucanis, softly pushing his damp hair aside and whispered in his ear.

„You have been so good,“ she purred, „while Rook still has to learn. How about we let them watch? Will you be good for me?“

He groaned. It should not turn him on this much- how she directed the two of them, how she asked him to be good. As it should not make him ache even harder to think about having Rook watch them, unable to do anything. But it did.

Lucanis nodded and Neve laughed. It sounded so very sensual and he shivered with excitement. Even more so as he heard Neve rustling in front of him. Then there was naked skin on his as she pulled him down on her.

Their kiss was heated. A stark contrast to the gentler kissed they shared at day. Neves nails scratched over his skin, tussling his hair as he pulled her closer into him, needing her skin on his.

He feels her breath hot against his mouth, her heartbeat quick under his hands. Then he hears Rook moan against leather.

Neve chuckles and he kisses her breast.

„Give me your mouth,” she commands and he obliges. First he licks around her nipple, then the other. Then he worships her neck, biting gently in the way that he knows will make her gasp. She does and while one hand stays on him, the other leaves him, presumably to touch Rook, who gives off muffled whines.

Then he works his way down again. Breasts, heart, stomach, then her folds. She is warm and slick and he devours her like he is starved. While he brings Neve to her orgasm, all eager tongue and dexterous fingers, he can feel his own building up. He does not want to come yet and forces himself to breathe.

As Neve comes, his eyeball itches. The room grows a bit colder and Rook moans again, louder this time.

A cold hand pulls him up at his chin. The sensation is sudden and leaves him whimpering. Neve grants him one small kiss before shifting his attention.

„Rook is cold. Warm them up, will you?“

When he confirms this, he is gently guided to Rooks quivering legs. Her legs are spread wide open and when he pushes his face into their heat, it is strange. Rook is always warmer than both of them but now they are both hot and unnaturally cold. As if Neve had touched Rook with her ice, masking the heat that she emits.

He feasts on her with the same enthusiasm he did with Neve and he hears Neves sounds of approval, while Rook only moans and shivers.

When Rook comes crashing down, she is as warm as always, brought to life again on his tongue.

Lucanis sits back and waits. His own erection is straining almost painfully now and while he thought about humping the bed while eating both of them out, he hopes that his patience will be rewarded.

There is more shuffling, metal clinking and then the mattress shifts again, as Rooks voice perks up.

„And what about you?“ Her hands come to his shoulders, then their mouth. Kissing, licking, biting.

„He has been so good.“ Neve says and then he feels her hand on his cock, the other on his chest.

„We should reward him.“ Rook agrees, brimming with excitement.

Both of them come close to his face, he can feel hot air on his face from both the front and the side. Four hands trail down his body, two cold, two warm. He shivers and cranes his neck. „What do you want us to do?“ Rook asks.

An icy finger flicks against the tip of his cock before the whole hand goes around it.

What does he want? He enjoys being in them or them being in him. He enjoys their hands. He enjoys seeing them entangled in each other, while he watches or they watch him.

„I want your mouths,“ he hums. It is only fitting, he thinks, to end the evening this way.

Both chuckle. „Of course.“ Neve‘s husky voice says.

Then they are on him. Rook as eager and earnest as always, their practiced tongue leaping with the same intensity they always have. She goes down where Neves hand rested mere moments ago, mouth opening to let him inside, melting the shiver of arousal of off him until he trembles with desire.

Neve is more controlled and demanding. She knows what she does and she knows what he likes. A deadly combination for his neck, as she makes sure to make him gasp and moan.

It does not take long for him to release into Rooks mouth as Neve purrs against his jaw.

How blessed he is with lovers like them. To feel so safe.

He wishes for a thousand more nights like this.

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Thinking about Lavellan losing a bet to Varric, who then dares her to get a nude portrait done. (He doesn't want it for himself, he just thinks it would be funny if there was erotic art of the herald of andraste somewhere out there.)

She knows exactly one (1) person who paints, so she asks Solas to paint her. But she doesn't explain the details, or at least she doesn't do it *well*.

The resident apostate hobo is already slightly nervous about this (he may have a crush). And then she comes in, goes "Right, let's get this over with then" and immediately takes her shirt off.

I think he'd be the very face of professionalism. Wouldn't even flinch. "Of course. Sit."

She does. After shedding the rest of her clothes.

His ears are still pink several hours later at dinner.

[mosoderbergh]

A good rule of thumb for AI is "would you trust a trained pigeon to do this?"

"We trained a pigeon to recognise cancerous cell clusters and somehow they're really good at it" okay great, that's something that could plausibly be a thing.

"We trained a pigeon to recognise good CV:s and left it in charge of sorting through all our job applications" uh perhaps consider not doing that.

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How old were you at the lowest point in your life? Reblog this and put it in the tags, plus your current age maybe. I'm trying to see something.

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nothing makes a man more fuckable than a vow of chastity

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There is a possom living in my garage 🫠

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May the Dread Wolf take you.

Here are some Solas sketches I've done over the past few days whenever I needed a breather from a bigger piece I'm working on.

On that note, it'll most likely be a while before my next full piece because I do have a somewhat complicated and prioritized project in the works but I may still be posting occasional sketches and lower energy drawings that I do to avoid burnout. 🫶🏻

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Drunken Confessions

based off an idea @mosoderbergh had. Hope it's good, kind of turned out different how I usually write

Evelyn returned from her trip to visit her fellow Lords of Fortune intoxicated, stumbling into his room and into his lap, resting her head against his chest.

“I missed you so much, Eeemmmy.” She drew out Emmrich’s name like it tasted divine to her and she needed to savor every syllable. Her lips started to move towards his face, kissing every inch of it she could reach as she fiddled with the buttons of his shirt. 

“I missed you too, darling but perhaps.” His thoughts were interrupted as he felt cold air hit his chest as the buttons of his shirt clattered to the ground and a very smug woman in his lap, looking at him like she found a new pile of treasure to claim. Her hand ran up his chest, her golden rings shining in the candlelight. Emmrich wondered if she would be okay if he added some grave gold to her collection.

Would it be an insult to her skills as a Lord to give someone gold. His throat constricted remembering she was an Ostwick Circle mage.  He heard rumors of how circles are run in the south, if even half the rumors were true. Would Evelyn even want a gift that intimate? Would she view it as him giving him a part of his heart for her to cherish or a golden leash to tie her to a foolish old man.

Emmrich hissed when he felt a sharp sting on his neck. Evelyn giggled as she soothed his neck with her tongue. “Mine.” she whispered in his ear. “Forever.” She continued nipping at his chest, “You won’t forget me. Will you?”

Emmrich shook his head no, his eyes burning with unshed tears. How could he forget her? He would say it would be like forgetting the warmth of the sun but that would be a disservice to her beauty. The sun was dim and frozen compared to the light and warmth her presence brings into his life.  He needed to stop this before they got much farther but the way she was chanting mine and forever against his chest, like it was some sort of spell that would bind his soul to hers for eternity was overwhelming.  He wondered if she would ever consider marriage. Would she want a ceremony declaring in front of everyone they ever loved that she was his and she was hers?  Or would she view it as a gilded cage another way to trap her? Oh but she would look beautiful in a wedding dress, either Rivan or Nevarran style she would look gorgeous. 

He wrapped his arms around her as she continued to cover him with bite marks when he heard the words that made sure that her name would be etched into his heart for all eternity. That lichdom or no lichdom he would never be able to be free of her as long as he lived. 

“I love you.” her face reminded him of when she returned from slaying the dragon covered in new jewels from the dragon’s hoard. Full of pure joy, as she glittered like the Rivani Sea she loved so much. She leaned closer to his lips and whispered her love again before kissing him. 

It wasn’t a graceful kiss. It was mostly tongue and left his mouth tasting like whiskey, but Emmrich couldn’t care as her words seemed to be carving itself into his bones. She loved him. This glorious, reckless, beautiful woman loved him. She pulled away from his face and his heart shattered. She looked dejected. “Why are you crying?” 

Emmrich touched his face and realized it was soaked with tears.  Evelyn was fairing no better as her tears smeared her mascara as she looked at his miserable face. “Oh my dear, I’m just overjoyed. I can not believe you love me. I love you so much, I can not help but shed a few tears.”

Evelyn was sobbing, “Don’t be sad. You are too perfect to cry. And pretty.”

Emmrich scoffed. This woman whose laughter could bring joy to a despair spirit, called him perfect. “Far from it my dear, but even if I was. It’s tears of joy. Surely I can spare a few of those.” 

Evie rested her head against his chest. “I suppose. I love you so much. I want to make you happy forever and ever and ever.” Emmrich felt her body still as he played with her hair. In a few days after she recovers from her hangover, he will do this properly. A romantic dinner perhaps or maybe a cabin in Rivan where she always seemed to be filled with a peace that never seems to grace her elsewhere, then he will confess his love. And she will remember and if Maker is willing she will still love him sober.

[mosoderbergh]

Solas is the kind of boyfriend who would be insufferable in hot weather because he *still* wants cuddles. If you try to tell him you're melting into the sheets, he'll say he understands. He'll look sad but back off. Then when you're not looking he'll inch closer like a puppy trying to sneak up to the dinner table.

He's even *worse* in cold weather because he gets chilly! The world is cold and cruel! Vhenan is soft and warm!

I know I've been going on about this lately but c'mon. That man is a cuddler. And the image of him with Lavellan (or Rook!) after ten years of self-inflicted isolation? Bliss. But then summer comes. Oh, cruel fate. What do you mean it's too hot vhenan?

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stuff happening on r/discoelysium

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something something take moments of happiness where you can find them. the world will take the rest.

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A very rare sighting of heart eyes from Spock!!

cute Spirk moment from That Which Survives (right before Jim and Spock get forcefully separated and Spock's day goes to shit and he spends the rest of the episode in a bitchy cloud of autistic meltdown angst)

okay I'm now updating this post to add a video clip because that's how important this is

[mosoderbergh]

In case anyone is having a bad night:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

[mosoderbergh]

honestly if I saw this review and hadnt played the game already, that would have convinced me to play it