It Would Be Funny If The Evanuris Could Gain Control Of Someone Who Keeps Marks

It would be funny if the Evanuris could gain control of someone who keeps marks 🤡

ahahah he is too good, I am WEAK. But also, I have so many more questions 💀

CALLBACK SPOILERZ

Was no one going to tell me that it’s basically confirmed that solas regrets what he did to the inquisitor? I knew that his regret spawned the demon etc BUT THE FACT THAT IT TOOK THE DREADWOLF FORM & BASICALLY TOLD US THAT YES, solas has introspected and contemplated his actions and in the end, he regrets acting alone & regrets using his friends (be that the companions or inquisitor) …. I need to lie down…….

Many are the stars I see,

But in my eye no star like thee

Happy DADWC! Can I get "warming their hands by slipping them up the other’s shirt and onto their back/stomach" for fwb! Ghilara Lavellan & Isabella

So...this turned out a lot more smutty than I was expecting..... be nice, its baby's first smut....gonna go hide in the corner now...

@dadrunkwriting

cw: sexual content, dom/sub vibes

She had known it was a bad idea. But Bella had been her usual charming self and pulled her into a darkened booth in the corner, lined up the shots and gotten out the cards. From there it had been inevitable what would happen. Ghilara with her tits out to the world and Isabella only down to her smalls. She had cheated. Obviously. She always did. Not that Ghilara had much idea of how. The woman didn’t even wear sleeves to hide the cards she swapped in.

From there it had only been a few short jumps to the other woman straddling her, mouth pressing open kisses to her breasts. Thankfully for them both, at that point Ghilara had still been sober enough still to pull the two of them up to their rooms before they started fucking in the corner, for all the bar to see. Ghilara stretched out in the bed, feeling the gentle ache of muscles well used, and the sheen of last night’s sweat on her skin. Even with the pounding of her head from the alcohol, she shivered remembering the other woman pinning her hands down, the feel of soft thighs either side of her head, and the gasping moans as the other woman came. She could feel Bella behind her now, the slow rise and fall of the other woman’s breath and her radiating out. Ghilara rolled over in the bed, wrapping her arms around the other woman, tucking them into the rolls of fat that settled at her hips. Isabella groaned. “Ghil, your hands are cold.” Ghilara grinned and tightened her grip on the other woman. Her breasts pressed into her back, she whispered into Bella’s ear, “but you’re so warm,” and buried her hands deeper, stroking and pawing as she went. “You are incorrigible Ghil.” “Maybe I just like feeling you in my hands,” flipping her hands round so that the backs pressed against the other woman. Bella shrieked at the fresh coldness and kicked out at Ghilara, but the elf stayed firm, waves of laughter rolling through her body. Isabella elbowed her, and rolled the two of them over as Ghilara’s bear hug loosened for a single moment. Now astride Ghilara she held her down with her weight, snatching her bandana from the beside table. “Well, well, well,” she cooed, “seems the tables have turned, inquisitor.” Ghilara shivered at her words. The irreverent usage of her title while she was pinned to the bed. Throat dry, she allowed the other woman to lift her arms above her, tying them to the bedframe with a loose knot. Something fluttered in Ghilara’s chest. Her mouth hung ajar, unable to form words, as her entire mind was overcome with the sensations of the slide of the other woman against her body. Her fingers brushing over her ribs, light enough to tickle. She was relentless even as Ghilara struggled and twitched from the tickling sensations. Her hands meandered down her body until they came to rest between her thighs, slipping a single finger between the warm folds of skin. Hand still between her legs, Bella crawled up like a cat until her mouth hovered directly above Ghilara’s still agape lips. “You haven’t even seen the start of how incorrigible I can be. Inquisitor.”

Old man Solas