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[laraslandlockedblues]

THIS IS A CALL OUT POST

@kagetsukai HOW?! DARE?! Not sharing in my new thirst for THIS?!

Friendship over! Consider yourself called out because I am OUTRAGED

[ma-sulevin]

Prompt? “I want your fingers inside me” for Samji, if you could :P

Fourth of July is always kind of a big holiday in Wayhaven. Some locals go away for the weekend, but even more people show up to enjoy the three-day weekend in the little town’s more scenic areas.

It’s busy, but this year isn’t too hot outside, especially not once the sun goes down. And, at least, he still has Sam, long after she was supposed to go back to California.

Technically, he’s on duty. Chances are he’ll get pulled away at some point to deal with some stupid emergency or another, but for now, he can pretend they’re out in the grassy field with no responsibilities other than enjoying themselves.

They’ve already enjoyed dinner, a picnic Sam packed while he was dealing with tourists earlier in the evening, and now they’re reclined on the picnic blanket, leaning on each other as it steadily gets darker and everyone else starts focusing on their own groups.

He can’t help but laugh when Sam pulls a second blanket out of her bag and throws it over her legs.

She shoots him an annoyed look that he knows is at least mostly fake. “It’s cold.”

“It feels perfect,” he says, only laughing more when she shakes her head at him.

She’s always too cold. If she’s ever actually a comfortable temperature, he thinks he’ll be long melted.

“If you’re too cold, baby, let me help.” He moves a little closer, looping his arm around her shoulders and tugging her deeper into his space.

She moves with him, so easily that it makes his heart constrict in his chest. If you asked him right now, he wouldn’t be able to tell you anything he likes better than the way she settles in between his legs and rests her back against his chest.

He wraps his arms around her and hooks his chin over her shoulder as she spreads the blanket over them both.

“Better?”

This close, he can feel her shiver. He presses a kiss against her cheek and squeezes her a little tighter before rubbing his hands over her arms to warm her up.

“The fireworks should start before too much longer,” he says, “and then you can go right back to the apartment if you need to warm up.”

This time when she shivers, it doesn’t quite feel like she’s cold, maybe because her breath hitches at the same time. It makes him feel even warmer, changes his focus completely from having a nice evening out together to exactly how much of her body is pressed against his.

“Or maybe I can warm you up right now?” He presses another kiss against her cheek, this one a little closer to her ear.

She tilts her head a little, and he kisses her again on the side of her neck, lingering, biting a little as he pulls away.

It’s quiet, but he’s pretty sure he hears her whine.

Their blanket isn’t really set up too close to anyone, but he takes a second to scan the crowd just in case. No one’s close enough to hear unless one of them gets louder than a normal speaking volume, and no one’s even looking to see the way he’s whispering in her ear when he adds, “Want something?”

She doesn’t answer right away, so he nips at her earlobe as he waits for her to find her voice.

“I want your fingers inside of me.”

The words alone are enough to make him hard, and he muffles his moan in her hair.

“Fuck, baby...” He doesn’t know how to resist her -- he’s never even tried -- so he slides his hand from her arm down under the blanket. He pulls the skirt of her sundress out of the way and traces his fingers over the inside of her thigh.

Her knees fall away from each other, eager, one bending higher to block the view from anyone who might glance over, the other straightening out. She draws in a deep, shuddering breath, and squirms in his grip, shifting her hips in a way that just barely grinds against him.

“I fucking love that you love this,” he says, speaking directly into her ear again. “Were you thinking about this when you got dressed?”

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t need to. It’s his words that matter, spoken low with his lips against her skin and his eyes still scanning the crowd just in case.

He moves his hand higher, cupping her through her panties, just to put some pressure on her.

Her breath catches in her throat, then comes out in a sigh.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” He rubs her through the fabric, gratified when she whines again. “Are you ready?”

He waits until she nods to move again, sliding his hand into her panties to see how wet she actually is.

“Fuck.” She’s soaked, wet enough that his fingers slip through it and his dick twitches where it’s trapped in his jeans. “Oh, baby, I wish we were at home so I could eat you out.”

She turns her head toward him and he takes the opportunity to nip at her skin again.

This time, her moan is drowned out by the first firework shooting up into the sky, and he smiles against her skin as the crowd’s response makes the noise around them even louder.

Perfect.

He speaks directly into her ear as he finally gives her what she wants and presses two fingers inside of her in one slow slide, “I’m going to make you come for me before the finale.”

The sound she makes is drowned out by the crowd, but he can feel her shivering at his words, the way she tries to spread her legs wider for him. He can feel how wet she is already, and he’s barely done anything at all.

“All you have to do,” he says, starting a slow rhythm inside her that lets him press the heel of his palm against her clit, “is relax and try to stay quiet. Can you do that for me, baby?”

She nods at him, fast, like she doesn’t want to chance him changing his mind, like he’d ever say no to her. He kisses her cheek again and moans a little when he feels her clench around his fingers.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Sam, you have no idea what you do to me.” More fireworks go off ahead, and her little noises get louder as he moves his fingers with a single-minded purpose. “As soon as we get back to the apartment, I’m going to hold you against the door and fuck you in this sundress.”

She squirms in his grip and bites at her lip to keep from moaning louder, so he pushes harder. He knows she’s getting close because she’s squirming more, struggling more to keep herself still and quiet so no one will turn around and see what they’re doing, but all he cares about is making her feel good.

The fireworks overhead start going off faster, and he starts pressing kisses against her skin between his words. 

“You’re so wet, baby, I love you so much.” It’s hard for him to focus on anything other than her. He always feels like he’s drowning in her presence, and tonight is no exception. “I know you’re close. Let me feel you come on my fingers for me.”

She nods again, fast, and then she turns her head toward him as she starts to come. He can hear her moaning against him even over the fireworks -- she came before the finale, just like he promised -- and he can feel the way her muscles twitch and shake around him.

He slows his movements but doesn’t stop until she starts to relax and the last firework explodes.

“Good?” He kisses her lips before she can answer, and she laughs as she pulls away. 

“Let’s go home.”

[jentrevellan]

I recommend blocking everybody and their mother instead of quitting fandom :) I learned a long time ago that fandom in general (and not just DA) largely depends on who you follow and who you interact with. You will never be popular with everybody and there will always be *someone* unhappy with what you say/do. I learned that your fandom tends to be like... 10 friends you interact with on the regular and that's it. So! Don't stress about assholes and live your best life :) Love you!

You are a gem. Thank you so much my lovely for your message!

I think you hit the nail on the head for me: I've always been that person that wants everyone to like me a little bit, and to be everyone's friend but you're right. That's unrealistic and o stopped doing that IRL years ago, so why am I still trying online?

Thank you again my friend. I'm not going anywhere 💕💕💕

[wardenari]

Hello! Could I have all of the domestic questions for Dria and Cullen, please? Thank you! =)

Look at you coming in strong with the question game!! LOL. TY so much!

If they get married, who proposes? They will - Cullen will ask. I already know how it’ll happen and I can’t wait to write it!!

What’s the wedding like? Who attends? It’ll be at Skyhold. Only Rosalie is able to attend from his family. Their friends from Skyhold are there, and a certain former Crow will walk Dria down the aisle.

How many kids do they have, if any? What are they like? They will have one. I can’t tell you anything more cause spoilers

Do they have any pets? One mabari -- two after Cullen returns from the Exalted Council (Tresspasser)

Who’s the stricter parent? Dria - Cullen’s a pushover

Who worries the most? Dria!

Who kills the bugs in the house? Calenhad (their dog) LOL

How do they celebrate holidays? Big gatherings at Mia’s house with all the Rutherfords around

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning? Dria - Cullen still gets up too early for her liking

Who’s the better cook? Dria -- after Mia teaches her some tricks

Who likes to dance? Dria - she grew up attending many dances as the Teyrn’s daughter. Cullen is more than happy to dance with her, despite early claims that he doesn’t dance.

From this OTP Ask post

[roguelioness]

Okay, just had a thought... Has anybody ever called you Cinnamon RoLo? Cuz I feel like it's the natural progression of your nickname and your disposition.

Hahaha I don’t think anyone has ^_^  (here you go, being all kind and sweet again! ♥)

[hollyand-writes]

I WAS RIGHT!!!! HOLY SHIT I WAS RIGHT!!! You have a very distinct way of writing your narrative AND progressing your story so the moment I started reading A Marriage of Convenience, I just *KNEW* that was you. YAAAAAAAS!!!!!!!!!

MY GOODNESS I HAD NO IDEA I WAS SO PREDICTABLE LMAO 😂😂😂 but in all honesty, I kind of knew that anyone who’s read any of my fics would instantly know that one was me 😂😂😂 Well done for guessing correctly though, and thank you so much for the wonderful comment you left on AO3! ❤️ 

And gosh, I can finally go to bed now, it’s nearly 2am LMAO 😂❤️

[out-of-the-embers]

Prompt time! “You brighten my day” for a pair of your choice (Cullen/Lily perhaps?), but perhaps with a catch? In 500 words or less ;)

*throws some fluffy fluff at you*

Lily Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford 351 words

Dark days were not a common thing for him anymore.

There was a time where it felt like that was all there was. As if the shadows on his face and surroundings were there to stay. It was rare when a ray of light would push them away, but when it did happen, he treasured the moment and prayed to the Maker that it would not be the last.

Sometimes the darkness still came for him. It threatened to overwhelm his mind, to suffocate whatever glowing wisps of hope he desperately tried to keep in his sight, but he still fought against it with all of his might even when there was a moment he believed he was about to lose.

It was not just a simple ray of light that saved him that cold and violent night.

It was fire.

Blinding shades of yellow and orange that surrounded him with a rush of warmth and disintegrated the shadows and demons that were tinged with green.

A bright and warm radiance that came from the woman who was currently nestled in his arms, quietly reading a book in a soft voice that was only meant for him and not the ears of the few people who were walking through the gardens.  

He watched as she moved to turn the page before nudging the half-empty basket of shortbread cookies towards him, and before he knew it, the words left his lips as if they had a mind of their own.

“You brighten my days.”

She paused as she turned her head to look up at him in surprise, and for a moment he was lost in the warmth of her honey-brown eyes.

“Are you talking to me, or the cookies?” she asked.

He rolled his eyes at her playful tone and huffed a small laugh as he held her closer and reached for the basket.

“Take a guess, love.”

Yes, there were times when the darkness still came for him. But her glowing warmth alone was enough to help him keep it at bay long enough to find his way out again.

[kumaronoa]

Redraw of @kagetsukai oc Hannah  ❤