bull/m!inq body hair kink/ body worship
anonymous
December 27 2014, 12:17:28 UTC
m!inq any race, tho partial to cadash because I love the size difference freckly ginger inquisitor actually would very much be into varric also, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm picturing like carrot orange hair but varric's is like auburn so it counts
bull makes no secret how much he likes the gingers. he's attracted to the inquisitor but sees him bathing and sees his glorious glorious red chest mane and is instantly fixated. cue bull being very frank about his appreciation (dirty talk v much appreciated) and then proceeds to worship him but in a rough sort of iron bull way
bonuses for the following very specific kinks: rimming the inquisitor until he actually tears up, multiple orgasms, specifically mentioning the inquisitor's pretty pink asshole and ginger butt hair, hair pulling
squicks include outright violence (like anything above spanking) and bathroom stuff
Bull hadn't meant to peek. He'd have been a lot sneakier about it if he wanted to. He just thought he'd come up and see the boss for once, since Maxwell was always running around to check on him and everyone else. It hadn't occurred to him that Maxwell might be busy. Maxwell was always just there whenever Bull had anything to say. He had some weird instinct for it. Which was why Bull burst into his room without so much as knocking.
Maxwell stared at him with his big, deceptively innocent, brown eyes. His mouth dropped open. Maxwell was in a tin bath, the room all steamy - ha, steamy - with a washcloth squeezed in one hand, on its way to wherever he was going to wash. Bull
( ... )
[Fill] Cinnamon - Iron Bull/M!Trevelyan 2/?
anonymous
January 1 2015, 00:34:49 UTC
“I owe Varric a sovereign. I was so sure that wasn't physically possible. Varric had this sly little smile on his face the whole time. That dwarf has lived.”
Bull chuckled. “Most people are small compared to me. Even you, oh great Herald of Andraste, and leader of the Inquisition. I could pick you up with one hand.”
Maxwell's breathing became noticably harder. “Could you now?” The unconcealed interest in Maxwell's voice made Bull glance in his direction, then quickly away.
“You asking for a demonstration, boss?”
“Yes.”
Bull moved faster than he'd ever moved in his life, cock thickening at just the thought of getting his hands on that wet, freckled skin. He hauled Maxwell out of the bath as promised, with only one hand. Maxwell gasped and squirmed in his grasp, looking tiny and fragile even if he was a well-built human. One hand wasn't enough. Bull grabbed Mawell with both hands. Maxwell grabbed back, wrapping his legs around Bull. Bull met his lips in a fierce kiss. Maxwell nipped Bull's lower lip between his teeth, and kissed
( ... )
[Fill] Cinnamon - Iron Bull/M!Trevelyan 3/?
anonymous
January 1 2015, 00:36:08 UTC
“All that running around's been doing you good,” Bull said, enjoying the way Maxwell's muscles shifted underneath him. The skin blanched under his fingers, making his freckles stark against the even paler skin. Maxwell only grunted in response
( ... )
[Fill] Cinnamon - Iron Bull/M!Trevelyan 4/?
anonymous
January 1 2015, 00:38:20 UTC
Bull cradled him through the aftershocks, then lowered him gently onto his back. Maxwell's eyes were glazed, still streaming from the intensity of it. He was flushed and boneless where he lay, hair ruffled and sticking to the sweat on his brow. Bull took a moment to enjoy the ginger hair all over his chest, the thinner trail under his navel, leading down to a darker patch around his cock. Though spent, he was still half-hard. Bull gave his own cock a squeeze at the sight. Just one
( ... )
[Fill] Cinnamon - Iron Bull/M!Trevelyan 5/5
anonymous
January 1 2015, 00:39:43 UTC
“Fuck, yes.”
Bull rolled onto his back, pulling Maxwell with him by the hips. Maxwell let out an indignant at being pulled around, but straddled Bull anyway. He rose onto his haunches and held Bull's cock to position it underneath him. Maxwell pursed his lips, the cutest expression of concentration on his face. Bull rubbed Maxwell's hips with his thumb and just... appreciated the sight of him. The glint of red stubble on his jaw and upper lip, his chest and neck and thighs damp with sweat, tensing as he slid down onto onto Bull's cock.
They both moaned when the tip pressed inside him. Maxwell was tight and slick all at once. Bull gripped his hips, trying not to give into the urge to thrust up all at once. Bull growled with want. A proper growl that shuddered through them both. Maxwell groaned and sank down, drawing Bull in deeper, faster, and kept going until Bull's entire length was inside him.
“Maker, Bull,” Maxwell said, when he was fully seat, cock so hard it jutted from his body. “Maker. I... Can't...” Apparently coherent
( ... )
freckly ginger inquisitor
actually would very much be into varric also, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm picturing like carrot orange hair but varric's is like auburn so it counts
bull makes no secret how much he likes the gingers. he's attracted to the inquisitor but sees him bathing and sees his glorious glorious red chest mane and is instantly fixated. cue bull being very frank about his appreciation (dirty talk v much appreciated) and then proceeds to worship him but in a rough sort of iron bull way
bonuses for the following very specific kinks: rimming the inquisitor until he actually tears up, multiple orgasms, specifically mentioning the inquisitor's pretty pink asshole and ginger butt hair, hair pulling
squicks include outright violence (like anything above spanking) and bathroom stuff
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Bull loves redheads. A ginger, freckly Inquisitor is too much for him to resist.
dragon_age:inquisition, prompt:filled, fanfic:finished, character:iron_bull, character:trevelyan, kink:anal_sex, kink:size, kink:praise, kink:rimming, kink:bathing, relationship:slash, kink:hair_pulling, pairing:iron_bull_m!treleyan, pairing:iron_bull_m!inquisitor
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Bull hadn't meant to peek. He'd have been a lot sneakier about it if he wanted to. He just thought he'd come up and see the boss for once, since Maxwell was always running around to check on him and everyone else. It hadn't occurred to him that Maxwell might be busy. Maxwell was always just there whenever Bull had anything to say. He had some weird instinct for it. Which was why Bull burst into his room without so much as knocking.
Maxwell stared at him with his big, deceptively innocent, brown eyes. His mouth dropped open. Maxwell was in a tin bath, the room all steamy - ha, steamy - with a washcloth squeezed in one hand, on its way to wherever he was going to wash. Bull ( ... )
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Bull chuckled. “Most people are small compared to me. Even you, oh great Herald of Andraste, and leader of the Inquisition. I could pick you up with one hand.”
Maxwell's breathing became noticably harder. “Could you now?” The unconcealed interest in Maxwell's voice made Bull glance in his direction, then quickly away.
“You asking for a demonstration, boss?”
“Yes.”
Bull moved faster than he'd ever moved in his life, cock thickening at just the thought of getting his hands on that wet, freckled skin. He hauled Maxwell out of the bath as promised, with only one hand. Maxwell gasped and squirmed in his grasp, looking tiny and fragile even if he was a well-built human. One hand wasn't enough. Bull grabbed Mawell with both hands. Maxwell grabbed back, wrapping his legs around Bull. Bull met his lips in a fierce kiss. Maxwell nipped Bull's lower lip between his teeth, and kissed ( ... )
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Bull rolled onto his back, pulling Maxwell with him by the hips. Maxwell let out an indignant at being pulled around, but straddled Bull anyway. He rose onto his haunches and held Bull's cock to position it underneath him. Maxwell pursed his lips, the cutest expression of concentration on his face. Bull rubbed Maxwell's hips with his thumb and just... appreciated the sight of him. The glint of red stubble on his jaw and upper lip, his chest and neck and thighs damp with sweat, tensing as he slid down onto onto Bull's cock.
They both moaned when the tip pressed inside him. Maxwell was tight and slick all at once. Bull gripped his hips, trying not to give into the urge to thrust up all at once. Bull growled with want. A proper growl that shuddered through them both. Maxwell groaned and sank down, drawing Bull in deeper, faster, and kept going until Bull's entire length was inside him.
“Maker, Bull,” Maxwell said, when he was fully seat, cock so hard it jutted from his body. “Maker. I... Can't...” Apparently coherent ( ... )
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