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rosella-writes · 1 year
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Happy Friday Ro!!!! For some combination of Tilda Solas and Bull "loud, so everyone can hear" (from the ways you say I love you prompts)
Whew this does NOT properly fulfil this prompt BUT. It is here lol. Thank you 💚 for @dadrunkwriting
Pairing: Solas x Iron Bull (background poly) Rating: M??? (not super explicit smut)
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Solas is so fucking quiet. 
There’s just these soft little breaths with each of Iron Bull’s movements, like he’s driving them out of Solas’s lungs. Solas’s mouth is open in a silent moan against Bull’s neck, his cheekbone sharp beneath Bull’s jaw, and Bull wishes he had hair to pull so he could yank his head back and bite that damn throat. Maybe then he’d scream. 
There is no control or power in how he fucks Solas — or whatever their arrangement is, since it feels beyond fucking sometimes. Iron Bull saves that for Tilda. Inquisitor Cadash needs to take off that heavy hat, and Iron Bull’s happy to serve. But Solas? Bull thinks if he did half the things he did to Tilda to the man who twists and pants beneath him now, he’d break. 
Solas needs different things, and Iron Bull’s still figuring out what those are. 
Maybe it’s just being touched. He responds to it like he’s starved, like he can’t bear it… or if it stops he’ll keel over dead. And there’s a lot of Iron Bull to touch him with. 
Maybe it’s dick. Solas has shown absolutely zero interest in topping Bull, but takes it surprisingly well for a man Bull was certain was low on the sexual encounters scale. The kitchen girls had been similar — they really did just want to bounce on it and be told their tits looked nice. But something tells Bull that Solas isn’t quite the same. He imagines how red and purple he’d go if compared to them. 
Maybe it’s pressure. He seems to love having Bull’s weight on top of him, even outside of anything involving dicks. Bull didn’t expect Solas to be much of a cuddler, and he’s not, but nothing makes him shut up and go still like getting squashed by someone twice his size. 
That might be the problem. 
Bull raises himself up on his elbows — his knee protests, but he’s good at ignoring it at times like these. Solas takes a deep breath, and he’s all pink in the cheeks and his freckled chest is splotchy and red. It’s kind of cute, actually. 
“You’re thinking too much,” he tells Solas, but is really telling himself. “You can make noise, you know.”
Iron Bull moves, his hands curling beneath Solas’s shoulder blades. Solas’s spread legs hug his hips — he wants to dig his hands into those thighs, but he’d slip and make a fool of himself. Shoulders it is. And Solas has them — wide, for an elf’s. He’s made of sturdy stuff. Bull finally looks at his face, and those pale eyes are wide and glassy and stare directly at the one of Bull’s that’s missing. 
It finally registers that Solas hadn’t quipped back when Bull snarked at him. He’s quiet even now, and clings with an untethered sort of need to Bull’s body, like how people do when they’re on the edge of dropping into that space beyond whatever pain or pleasure he can inflict on them. 
“You just want this, huh?” Bull finds himself saying. He shuffles and finds an angle that lets him go deep and doesn’t hurt his knee — Solas gasps. “Maybe you’re not thinking too much, but what you need is not to think at all. Am I close?”
A tear has welled up in Solas’s eye, but it doesn’t fall. His face is slack, all wrinkles and frowns smoothed away, and as Iron Bull slowly picks up the relaxed pace he’s kept til now Solas’s eyes roll shut. 
Bull’s not had this happen during just plain, regular sex. It feels ridiculous — it’s just his dick. It’s just bending Solas in half. He hasn’t hit him, hasn’t commanded him, hasn’t tied him, hasn’t used praise or shame. And yet it feels like a quiet bit of peace between their chests. Just a bit of understanding, now that Iron Bull has found what Solas needs. 
“I can give you that,” he mutters, and kisses the corner of Solas’s mouth. “Just feel, Fadewalker, c’mon. Let’s get you outta that head of yours.”
That’s when that little tear slips from beneath Solas’s lashes. That’s when, after Iron Bull pulls back to watch him as he fucks him, a soft moan leaves Solas’s parted lips.
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ririemimo · 1 year
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praktis~
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pinklink130 · 3 months
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thinking thoughts about classic tloz i & ii retelling/au again !!!!!!!!!
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bonus princess outfit zelda that i don’t like as much but she’s pwetty
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casquecest · 1 month
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Sirius, Devastated (War is Over).
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foxglove-nymph · 7 months
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>:3
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nishibai · 8 months
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im addictedt to making little noises. my favorites are nyehh and PEHHH or KHH !! (like. like korekiyo)
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onewomancitadel · 1 year
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As I was saying, understanding the Cinder-Emerald dynamic is key to understanding Cinder's redemption (as well as Emerald's), and in addition to that, understanding the motivation of unconditional love in the show. Which I don't think has failed Cinder. Because there are some who assert that it already has with her and Emerald, but that relationship is not unconditional (and frankly I'd think it bad for Emerald's character if her relationship with Cinder were framed in any positive way with the false image of her in mind).
So the question is what unconditional love actually looks like, and why it's powerful.
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grand-star · 1 year
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real gaming hours(tm)
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foxstens · 2 years
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love how the graveyard’s level generation is always so asinine i have to take the curse to the next biome :)))))))))
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bbbeowulf · 7 months
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Aphtober Day 11: Home Sweet Home
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Growing up is knowing that Zoeymau is the best MCD ship and I do not accept criticism on that /j
I didn’t go as hard on this prompt cuz I wanted to GO TO BED bc I’m OLD *cranky old person noises* nyehhhh
Also I’m a filthy dirty disgusting horrible liar bc I did NOT get to todays prompt like I said I would yesterday for the same reason listed above,,,,,,,,, IM SLEEPY OKAY. IM OLD AND IM SLEEPY.
Anyways :)) hope y’all like the Zoeymau art <33
See all of my Aphtober submissions HERE!!
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corka400 · 3 months
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nyehhhh i’m desperate- i need to go potty. i hope i don’t have ummmm… an accident
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selanpike · 4 months
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nyehhhh
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themarginalthinker · 7 months
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*presses hands into eyes*
I really wanna talk about my Lost Boy ocs but they're not like. Dating the Boys or have much of anything to do with them. They're just vampires that happen to exist in the same universe. Nyehhhh.
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colossalsummer · 1 year
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nyehhhh there's a circle now
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rry2k · 3 months
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Gordon! Giovanni! welcome back! we've missed yooou! how are things going on your end?
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I don't know, I've been asleep. For everyone else? Darnold and Benrey aren't around for whatever reason. Probably got up and was nice enough to not disturb the rest of us.
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Nyehhhh nyeh nyeh.
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onewomancitadel · 1 year
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The idea of making the detective's special instinct not just a product of eccentricity or some invisible author's hand of intellect but actually a consequence of magically space-bonded compassion when everyone has given up on her is ummmmmmmmmmm insane. It's so good it drives me insane.
The people who call Julie/Miller creepy (I've seen this a lot) don't pick up on the fact all the times he sees her, she's also seeing him. Their development is directly inverse.
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