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To Face Unafraid

Adoribull Holiday Gift Exchange for @kidvoodoo from @eugenideswalksintoabar
prompts were NSFW, snowy kisses, and cuddling by the fire

It has long since stopped being a matter of life and death for Dorian, and Bull is glad. Instead, “don’t get caught” has become their favorite game. Not with sex, oh, probably it would be with sex in the summer, when the grass will be soft and green and bared skin will risk only humiliation instead of frostbite when it touches the stones of the buildings in Skyhold’s courtyard. For now, though, Bull sticks to kissing.

He tugs Dorian by the gloved wrist into a corner on the battlements. They’re not ten steps from the privacy of their own room but this is more fun somehow. Colder, certainly. “Patrol will come by in about forty seconds, kadan,” he whispers, encroaching on Dorian’s space. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Dorian’s huff of a laugh is betrayed by the frigid air. It comes out like a plume of white smoke and Bull would never tell Dorian but part of the reason he puts up with Skyhold’s cold is to see physical evidence of his lover’s happiness. It makes up for the snow coming down and the icicles on the rooves and the fact that yesterday Cole somehow got his tongue stuck to the metal gates. Dorian gives him a coy smirk. “I suppose you’re expecting me to kiss you for thirty-nine seconds.”

Bull shrugs. “I definitely wouldn’t hate it.”

“I suppose neither would I.” Here in the snow, Dorian’s mouth feels warmer than any hot chocolate they could have had (which, come to think of it, Bull has a bit of stashed away in their room for a day just like this) and his arms, wrapped around Bull’s neck like a second scarf, are a delightful contrast to the gentle prickle of snowflakes settling on Bull’s head.

They kiss for a good forty-two seconds by Bull’s count. Long enough that they both hear the crunching of armored boots in virgin snow when Bull pulls away and the two of them rush, giggling, to their room and close the door.

“We have hot chocolate,” Bull offers.

“Mmm, I’d rather have you,” Dorian answers. “Chocolate after.”

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I just want

For: Nessa_T (on AO3)Prompts: semi non-con sex / angst with happy ending / Dorian in collar
From: @birdscameflying
Words: 2597
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/sub, gags, bondage, humiliation, spanking, name calling, hurt/comfort

“Would you do something for me?” Dorian asks, his voice conversational, but his face is shadowed by emotion he can’t hide from the Iron Bull.

They’re having dinner at Skyhold main hall and the Bull looks up at him from his soup.

“Anything,” he says.

“You don’t even know what I am going to ask,” Dorian says, his upper lip twitching a little out of irritation.

“The answer would still be the same,” the Bull says. ”I would do anything for you.”

Dorian looks away, pushing his bowl aside having hardly touched it.

“You know I’m always right,” the mage says feigning perfect superiority. “But this time… I may have done something in haste.”

The way Dorian is sitting against the light makes it hard for the Bull to see him properly.

“I’m in a mood for a… distraction,” Dorian adds finally when the Bull has let the silence lay between them for long enough that it’s clear he isn’t going to ask.

The Bull touches Dorian’s knee under the table where no one else can see it. Sex is easy for them and Dorian has never been shy to ask for it, so this is unusual.

“Would you stop being so fucking considerate for a moment,” Dorian sneers. “I want—“ he takes a deep breath. “—you are going to make me say it, aren’t you.”

“You know the rules,” the Bull says. “I need to hear you say it.”

Dorian does.

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Familiar Scents

From @cyber-fairie to @ohgodsalazarwhy
This piece is definitely NSFW and is an A/B/O AU.

“Is it really necessary that I be here Commander?” Dorian drawled, unable to hide the shiver that coursed through him even though he’d worn the warmest robes he had, sacrificing fashion and covering both shoulders with thick spun wool.

“I suppose I could invite Madame Vivienne…”

Dorian growled in the back of his throat, his eyes narrowing at the Alpha standing beside him.  “Now you’re just being nasty.”

Cullen laughed, the sound ringing out through the courtyard where several young mages stood looking cautiously at a matching number of former Templars.  That Dorian would rather freeze solid before relinquishing his position judging the newly arrived mages fitness for battle, Cullen finally gave in to the Omega’s shivering and took off his own cloak, dropping it over Dorian’s shoulders.  “There, is that better?”

Warmth, delicious warmth suffused Dorian’s body followed quickly by the familiar lyrium and sawdust scent that he had long ago learned to associate with Cullen.  Forcing back a purr of contentment, Dorian pasted a bland look on his face as he covered up his almost instinctive scenting by drawling, “It smells surprisingly less like wet dog than I had anticipated.”

Another burst of laughter escaped Cullen.  “You’re welcome.  Now, can we begin?”

Dorian nodded his head regally, wrapping the cloak more firmly around himself as he followed Cullen over and motioned for the first mage to begin.

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She’s Her Own Invention

@stickthisbig for @labarkour for picking up a pinch-hitter spot very graciously
Prompt:  Literally all I want is some really good Rule 63! Adoribull.
NSFW 

Dorian was completely uninterested in the Iron Bull.

She clearly enjoyed pressing Dorian’s buttons, almost as much as she enjoyed sleeping her way through Skyhold, male, female, and other, all of whom gave her rave reviews. And that ridiculous body of hers. Tall and broad and well-muscled, with breasts that were easily the size of Dorian’s head, large swaths of skin frequently exposed.

Why would that possibly be a thing Dorian wanted? The idea was absolutely absurd.

This is what Dorian was telling herself as she entered the tavern, looking for a little distraction after a long day of research. The place was loud, but not overly crowded; Varric and Trevelyan had a game of Wicked Grace going, while certain of the Chargers had instigated a sing-a-long. Surprisingly, Bull was on her own, having a drink and surveying the crowd, so Dorian made her way over. Why not? Dorian wasn’t interested. No harm in chatting with an acquaintance. Didn’t mean anything at all.

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A Year in Tevinter

for @saterema by @bingobramble

Prompts:
1. Gold piercings (nsfw piercings encouraged)
2. Literally anything with finger sucking/licking
3. Post-Trespasser marriage in Tevinter
4. Dorian in super expensive clothing (silks, satin, gold etc) and Bull ruining it and taking it off.
5. Bull fucking Dorian in front of a mirror with him all tied up in rope and telling him how pretty he is and making him watch while he praises him.
I attempted 1, 2, 3 and 4, with maybe a little bit of inspiration from 5.

Dorian could feel the heat of the sun sneaking in through the window. It crept slowly but surely, caressing his naked skin where he lay, uncovered, on his sinfully soft mattress. When it reached his face he stretched and let out a contented sigh. A grey eye cracked open to peer out into the soft morning.

It was his bedroom in Tevinter that greeted him, as it had done for the past year. Familiar motifs of golden snakes gleamed in the sunlight, and the large antique vanity and dresser beckoned him. Entirely unconcerned with his state of undress, Dorian rose out of the bed to ready himself for the day. The vanity mirror allowed him to watch himself as he draped loose layers over his bruised body. He pressed a finger into one discoloured area and shivered at the brief flare of a most delicious ache. Last night had been filled with a most… vigorous kind of exercise.

He pulled his favourite burgundy robe over his bare shoulders; enjoying the cool and delightfully smooth silk as it brushed against his sleep and sun-warm skin. A handful of tiny clasps that glittered brightly held his outfit together enough that he could be considered fit for company. Or at least the company of one particular Qunari.

Dorian sat on a plush stool in front of the vanity mirror, smoothing his moustache and hair out of its disarray with gentle, sweet-smelling oils. He opened a small ornate chest filled to the brim with tiny pots and brushes, and cast a critical eye down over the myriad of colours offered forth. His appearance was one he took pride in and today, the anniversary of Bull and his first year of blissful marriage and life in Tevinter, he planned to shine.

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Aroma FOR Siujerkjai.

For @siujerkjai​, by @solar-windswept

This had been going on long enough that the Bull could now discern when Dorian wanted sex by scent alone.

Dorian would walk into the tavern and sit next to him at the usual corner. They’d play cards and tip back their drinks, laughing along with whatever stories were brought to the table, no matter who was telling them - Varric or Adaar or one of the Bull’s boys.

Then the mage would reach over and brush the inside of Bull’s wrist against his warm, but slightly twitching fingers. 

Dorian wore his cologne like a proper gentleman: just a small dip on his wrists, behind both ears, and in the hollow of his throat. The usual scent he preferred was a mild jasmine. Flowery, but not overwhelming or sweet; elegant in a way that would never really be out of fashion.

But on the nights where Dorian was randy, the cologne he wore bore traces of cinnamon and cloves. The hint of spice filled the Bull’s nose and it burned him in more ways than one. All the while, the sneaky little Vint would just sit next to him, discussing some sort of magical crap with Dalish as if nothing was different. Such a goddamn tease.

The worst part was that no one else seemed to notice the change, or at least they weren’t commenting on it.

“Bull?”

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Spin Me Right Round

Giftee: @solar-windswept
Gifter: @dragonflies-and-katydids
Prompts: Hot wax play, Meeting in the Dog Park (101 Dalmatians Style)
Rating: Explicit
Tags: modern AU, definitely NSFW

“This is a bad idea.”

Bull laughs and thumps Krem on the shoulder as the pet shelter’s volunteer glares in outrage. “Awww, c'mon, admit it. He’s cute.”

Krem looks down at the dog that’s currently huddled–whimpering–against Bull’s shins, then back up at Bull. “He’s pathetic.” The volunteer glares harder, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.

“Now you’re just being mean,” Bull says, pretending to be hurt as he kneels to scratch the dog behind the ears. It’s made harder by the dog’s attempts to stay against his leg, even when it puts Bull’s descending knee dangerously close to the dog’s front paws.

“I’m being accurate,” Krem says. He looks around the kennel at the other cages, and points to a lab mix pressing its nose to the bars of its cage. “What about that one?”

Bull glances at it and dismisses it in the space of a second. “That one doesn’t need me,” he says, smiling fondly at the dog still trying to wedge itself up against him. “This one does.”

“That one needs a lot,” Krem mutters.

He’s right and Bull knows it: besides the obvious anxiety issues, the dog is thin and a little mangy. The shelter has been doing its best, but by the tag on the cage, Bull knows they’ve only had it a few days, not nearly long enough for regular meals to do any good. If it’s even been eating them, anxious as it is.

“He’s a purebred French bulldog,” the shelter volunteer offers brightly, as if Bull cares one way or another.

He makes an acknowledging noise out of politeness and continues to scratch the dog behind the ears.

“Admit it,” Krem says at last. “You just want him because he’s a bulldog.”

Bull laughs, then smothers it when the sound makes the dog jump. “Okay, yeah, that’s a plus, but really? How do you say no to that?”

The dog is leaning into Bull’s hand now, looking up at him like he’s about to deliver a steak dinner and a lifetime supply of rawhide chews. The whimpering from earlier has stopped, along with most of the shivering.

Krem sighs in a way Bull recognizes, the long-suffering sigh of a man abandoning a lost cause. “Paperwork?” he asks the volunteer, and for the first time since they came back to the kennel, she looks at him with something less than outright hostility.

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