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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

the world is so inconceivable

For: @chaoslindsay
By: @amurderof
Tags:
nsfw, no other warnings apply
Prompt:
- time travel threesome! Older!Dorian travels back to the present and blows Dorian/Bull’s minds not only with being absolutely awesome at sex but also with the obvious depth of his affection for Bull, speaking to a long-lasting loving relationship that Dorian never thought possible for himself

“Are you really?” Sera asks, voice breathless and still too-loud in the revelation that’s followed his — no, the stranger’s, the impostor’s — appearance. “All messed up with your own magic again?”

What do you mean “again”? Dorian’s already halfway to asking, rolling his shoulders back and tipping his head up, opening his mouth — when the impostor laughs, laughs and smiles so easily that it makes something within Dorian’s chest seize painfully. Delightful. His heart will simply give out. Unfortunately everything you’ve fought for in your entire life will be for naught when you decide at some point in the future to fuck it all up and send yourself back to terrify your younger self to death.

“I don’t mess up, Sera,” the impostor says, and his smile colors the words, and he doesn’t at all posture when he says it, and Dorian knows that the man before him is utterly foreign. A stranger. This simply can’t… And then the man turns to Dorian and his smile goes soft around the edges, indulgent and what Dorian wishes desperately were patronizing. “Oh, look at me. What year is it? I’d forgotten how young I looked.”

“It’s 9:42 Dragon,“ Adaar pipes up helpfully, because she’s enraptured with this turn of events, it would appear. Dorian half-expects her to turn to him at any moment and harangue him for never telling her time magic could be applied so frivolously, for the delight of everyone in the room save Dorian himself. "Where — when are you from?”

“Oh, just ages past,” the imposter replies, and he lifts a hand to his chin and scrutinizes Dorian. Dorian has to fight off the urge to step back, or turn and leave. What kind of friend would he be were he to leave Sera and Rae to this — well, to what is clearly a demon. Clearly. Obviously.

“I’m finding the Seeker. If no one else here sees the danger involved in standing about with our tongues lolling out of our mouths, then I will need to take the initiative to protect the future of the Inquisition.”

And that gives him the excuse he needs to — not flee, blessed Andraste, he’s not the kind of man who flees from any such thing. But to extricate himself from what will surely be an increasingly troublesome conversation.

Ha. Troublesome. Troublesome.

He finds Cassandra walloping one of the training dummies in the courtyard, and it’s only as he arrives and she lowers her sword that he realizes he has to now explain why he requires her unique talents.

“Shit,” he says with feeling, and she lifts one of her naturally perfect brows (oh, he despises her) and purses her lips.

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FIC: In Good Keeping

GIFTEE: @maliwanhellfires from @hobbitkaiju

PROMPT: Arranged Marriage AU!

RATING: Adult, contains some semi-explicit sex

LENGTH: This is Chapter 1 of 2, and is 17 pages (rest will be posted/linked on AO3)

CONTENT WARNINGS: Halward appears in the beginning of this fic, being his awful self. Heads-up about that. Also, this particular scenario implies that Sebastian Vael died in the Chantry explosion in Kirkwall, so I suppose this needs a warning for background character death. It’s only mentioned in passing, and never in any detail. And finally, this fic makes use of the idea that all Qunari are essentially one sex and are thus all capable of several means of reproduction. Thus, male pregnancy is alluded to as a possibility though never portrayed. Credit for this idea goes to @twelve-colors (twelvicity on AO3)

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“Plasticity”
GIFTEE: @dragonflies-and-katydids

PROMPTS
: “modern AU!”, “office holiday parties” (ish), “D/s, especially switch!Bull or sub!Bull”, “totally fine with smut”.
TAGS:
adoribull, adoribull holiday exchange, nsfw, modern AU, implicitly negotiated kink.
@mater–tua , Jan 8th.

The Qun never pegged him for much of an artist. Then again, they never thought he would have turned either. No, not bright-eyed, stout-hearted Ashkaari. Not the devout, unyielding pillar that was Hissrad. But it turned out that the Qun was fallible, and once you caught a glimpse the first crack in the lattice of precariously balanced truths, you began to see them all.
Why not an artist? The Iron Bull was damned good with his hands. It was as good as anything else, and frankly, there were worse ways to eke out a living in the hazy, snow-capped mountains in Ferelden. (Pensions were things that awaited retired servants of the Qun. The Qun took care of its own. Nothing was set aside for someone discharged from service as he was—tal-vashoth—except a one-way plane ticket out of Seheron and a half-hearted assassination attempt on the other side.) No, Bull had spent enough time taking (people) things apart with his hands. Making something with them was a good change of pace.

In the following years, Bull made a life for himself with the assortment of pieces that came out of the little abandoned-studio-turned-workshop he rented on the edge of Haven University campus. The Iron Bull experimented. Paintings with heavy-handed strokes in reds and blacks and oranges depicted the smoke and ripening carnage under the fiery swell of the Seheron sun at high hour. More whimsical watercolours captured dragons in flight and their long, undulating forms and the twilight catching the glint of scales. Sometimes, it wasn’t even a painting, but a careful floral arrangement, or painstakingly etched leather mask in Orlesian style.

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Silk Surprise

Author: @ms-ashri
Words: 4568
Rating: Explicit!
Summary: Adoribull holiday exchange for @elthadriel! Dorian has an intimate surprise for the Iron Bull.
Sorry if there are any inaccuracies and stuff, I’ve only really played through the game itself once.


The Iron Bull had briefly mentioned it a few weeks ago during one of their nights together in the mercenary’s mess of a bedroom. Dorian had been pressed up against the wall, squirming, with this hands pinned above his head with one of Bull’s hands while the other was down the front of his smalls. His hand was wrapped around the mage’s cock, stroking him firmly. Dorian’s body shuddered, whimpering slightly as Bull bent down to suck at a spot on his neck.

“Fuck Dorian, even your underwear is all fancy,” hissed Bull, trailing more kisses up his neck and behind one of his ears. There he gave a low growl. “Mmm, I’d love to fuck you in a pair of silky panties. Maybe pink. Have you make a mess in them, just for me.”

Honestly Dorian had forgotten about that comment for a couple days, until one night while he lay alone in his bed, thoughts drifting to the Iron Bull who was out in the Hissing Wastes with the Inquisitor. The bed was much too cold without him there, nude, with those large hands running over his body. He’d lean his massive body over Dorian, his hot breath drifting across his face as he pressed against him –

The moan he released seemed to ring around in his small room, startling him. He kept his hand wrapped around his length, moving it in long, teasing strokes just as Bull loved to do to him. It was then that he remembered. Laying there he could just imagen the silken lace covering his body, along his crotch and the stockings on his thighs. Oh, and the look on Bull’s face when he realized Dorian remembered his offhand comment, that Dorian had put effort in doing something just for Bull, a man who gave everything and never asked for anything in return.

Besides, he would look rather fantastic in something like that.

It took a while for Dorian to even start on his plan. He had to wait for the Inner Circle’s next trip to Val Royeaux, which didn’t come up too often, much to his disappointment. Then there was the difficult task of obtaining said article of clothing without Bull finding out; not exactly a simple task when the one you are involved with is an ex-Ben-Hassrath Spy.

Thankfully, a month later a few members of the Inquisition were making their way to the city. The whole journey he was rather giddy, nearly hoping up and down in his seat, earning a few questioning looks from Blackwall thought he never made any comments. Even better was that Bull was assisting the Chargers with a mission not too far from the Orlesian City and would be rejoining with the rest of them in a few days’ time. It was the perfect opportunity for him to put his plan into action.

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Merry Christmas, @hotrodngold! Hope you like how this turned out—I tried to hit as many of your requests as I possibly could while staying true to the story I had built in my head. It was fun to write, even if it took longer than it should have. Hope you enjoy, and Happy New Year!
– @http://toddnyallison.tumblr.com/

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“How many languages do you speak, Bull?” Dorian asked suddenly.

Dorian and The Iron Bull were sitting in Dorian’s room, light filtering through the window. The mage was sprawled across his chair, slouching away from a pile of books. Bull looked up from the book he’d been reading, his eyes refocusing on the real world.

“Huh?”

“How many languages do you speak?” Dorian repeated patiently, looking over at Bull with an expression that said I’m bored. Please distract me from all of this.

“Good question.” Bull placed a bookmark where he’d stopped reading and set the book aside, sitting up slowly. “Let’s see…Qunlat is my first language, obviously. I also speak fluent trade tongue.”

Dorian rolled his eyes. “Obviously.”

“I also know Orlesian,” Bull scratched his head. “And a little Tevene, though my accent is shit. I also know a few Rivaini words and phrases, but not enough to actually get myself around. Gatt was better at Rivaini than I was.”

“Gatt?” Dorian frowned. It was a moment before he remembered. “Ah, yes. That elven man we met in the Storm Coast. The viddathari.”

Bull raised his eyebrows. “I’m surprised you know what a viddathari is.”
Dorian smirked. “Why should that surprise you?”

Bull chuckled and leaned back. “Maybe it shouldn’t. What about you? How many languages do you speak?”

“Not very many,” Dorian sighed, twirling a pen between his fingers. “Tevene is naturally my first language, and I know passable Ancient Tevene, though that hardly counts as speaking a language.”

“Why’s that?” Bull asked curiously.

“Because no one actually speaks it,” Dorian rolled his eyes again. “No one has been able to read or write Ancient Tevene in over a thousand years. It’s a dead language. In Tevinter, only the upper class use scant phrases now and again to sound educated.”

Bull laughed. “Sounds about right.”

“I wouldn’t mind learning Orlesian,” Dorian continued. “I know enough to get by, but I’m hardly fluent.”

“I could teach you,” Bull offered, sounding amused. “It wouldn’t be hard, if you already know the language. All I’d be doing is expanding your vocabulary.”

Dorian hummed, setting the pen down and facing Bull properly. “Would you be interested in teaching me Qunlat as well?”

Bull arched an eyebrow. “Why would you be interested in Qunlat?”

“For the same reason you’re interested in Tevene?” Dorian suggested, smiling innocently.

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