Josephine, when the Inquisitor when they call Gaspard Mr. Clean, and Leliana praying before she grabs her bow and arrow to shoot at Gaspard’s supporters on her day off.
9 and/or 23 for Leliana and an Inquisitor of your choice ;)
I’ll try my hand at both! I did not know what Inquisitor to use, since they’re all shit OCs, so I’m going to go with an unknown female dwarf Inquisitor.
9. Against the wall and 23. Trying new position
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Leliana’s lips grazed against the curve of the Inquisitor’s ear, her long, pale fingers entangled in the dark curls of Cadash’s hair. “I have a new idea, ma amour,” purred Leliana, enjoying the sharp spike of breath that came from the small woman.
A whimper, and then, “What idea?” Her voice came shaky, a touch pitcher than usual. The tone sent a shiver up Leliana’s spin and warmth pooling between her thighs. Seeing the bravado that usually accompanied the Inquisitor slip away like water into a stream was a welcome to sight to Leliana. More than a mere pleasure to see the Inquisitor reduced to a stumbling, red-faced mess; a good enough payback for all the other times the dwarf sought to do the same to her, and succeed - though, those were rare and far between. Now, Leliana had the Inquisitor all to her self, and her mind went wild with ideas.
“I’ll have you against that wall over there, with your legs over my shoulders, and me having a treat that had been denied to me for far too long. Would that not be such a terrible idea, mon cherie?” Despite how she held her voice in a steady, low purr, Leliana felt her cheeks redden. She was never quite as good with flirtation as some would proscribe her. Not with those who held her affections in a iron-hold, at any least.
In truth, Leliana expected a laugh, some noise that would have confirmed her own foolishness; instead, what she had been given was another whimper, a pleading that need not be uttered in words. Leliana felt more relief than she should, and could not help to make her wicked smile turn into something softer, for a moment the spell of commanding pulled away into a intimidate pause. Kissing her cheek, Leliana heaved the woman up, grateful for her many years of archery. It left no little strength in her arms, though Cadash was still a touch heavier for her, but only just a touch. Even that was perfect in her eyes, however.
Cadash’s fingers, stout and strong from the two decades and a half whirling about a short half-moon axe, with a spike on the other side, cupped Leliana’s cheeks, drew circles into her flesh with a delicate touch. Scarred lips were soon pressed against her, needy and devouring, and it was Leliana’s turn to swallow down a moan that she could not keep from rising at the back of her throat. It was strange to hold Cadash like this; more often than not, it would be one of them on the bed, one between the others legs or the other straddling their face. They had went slow for Cadash, primarily because everything was more new to her than it was for Leliana. Yet, Leliana had never carried her partners before - she had been the one carried more often than not. It was nice, in a way, to hold Cadash like that in her arms.
She knew she had reached the wall when Cadash pressed against her, back curving a touch, and the coolness of the stones grazing across her knuckles. Leliana’s lips scattered kisses across her jaw, down her neck, and left marks on the peaking collarbone that begged to be touched with teeth and tongue. The soft moans that left Cadash’s lips were music to her ears, and Leliana sought more, left more marks behind to hear her music unfurled into the quietness of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers.
Unlacing the strings at Cadash’s blouse, Leliana pecked the valley of her breasts with gentle kisses and nibbles. In the paleness of the streaming moonlight, a misty silver which danced in the air and left floating dusts molt and glimmer, Cadash withered lightly in her hold, and Leliana pulled away, though reluctantly. She turned, Cadash’s fingers nudging away just a touch for her to press a kiss to her left palm, where the mark hummed ever so softly. “Shall we continue?”
A near breathless laugh. “Leli, I need to take off my pants first.”
Warmth swarmed her cheeks, and she hid her face from Cadash’s view, resting the woman back to the ground. When she did that, she did her best to hid the blush by the shadows of growing night. But Cadash’s smile never wavered, a little of her confidence returning as she unbuckled her breeches and slid it over her wide hips. Leliana would not lie and say that her eyes did not wander. Maker, she’s wonderful, perfection incarnate.
Leliana did not give her enough time to let snark leave her mouth. Lifting the woman back into her arms, Leliana captured her lips with her own, swallowing a moan which left Cadash’s mouth, before heaving her a little up again, legs falling over Leliana’s slight shoulders.
Cadash was already wet, her need filling Leliana’s senses overwhelming that the scent of wood and stone and scented candles flowed away. It was only Cadash, and Maker did Leliana want to keep herself there. She had forgotten the warmth that came from holding a person close like this, seeing them wait for her, to be pleasured...No, she would take her time.
Kisses scattering the taunt muscles draped over with pale skin turned pink from flush, Leliana left marks here and there, tiny reminders of her love. At other moments, she merely sucked gently, or grazed her lips merely over tiny scars that littered skin.
Fingers tightened in her locks. “Leliana,” whimpered Cadash, “don’t tease me, please.”
Leliana could not keep the smile from her face. She ignored Cadash’s pleading, much to the dwarf’s displeasure, though she felt the women’s pleasure growing, from the wetness that only seem to flow more. It was hard not to turn her mouth to that.
After a while of some kisses, Leliana nuzzled her mouth closer to the apex between Cadash’s legs. She licked slow, teasing around the small erect nub, before flickering.
Cadash’s thighs tightened about her head, fingers twisting balls of hair into a grip. But Leliana continued, slow and deliberate at some moments, swift and frantic at others. Every so often, Cadash’s thighs were flex against her, muscles shifting as the soft releases of moans and gasping breaths filled the bedchambers. Leliana could stay like first forever, between Cadash and giving her more pleasure and happiness that the world could not give a woman of her position. She wanted to hear those moans until the stars burned out and the sun was swallowed by darkness. She wanted to be with her, forever.
Leliana pressed her further against the wall, lapping growing more swiftly with every moment. There were a few times where Cadash came, and Leliana went slower, softer, to let her ride off the pleasure, before counting her onslaught. She needed to give her more, more pleasure, more love, more everything.
I need too, Maker, please. And give she did; she gave Cadash her heart and everything, and entrusted her with that and so much more. She focused on giving her pleasure, more pleasure than Cadash think she could dare handle, and even more so. More, I will give you so much more, my world and my heart.
I really should make a dwarf...so I can Ca-dash away!
Yes! Send me more NSFW reader requests!
herald-divine-hell reblogged
Send me asks or anything you want, and I’ll answer them as my Inquisitors.
They can be either nsfw or sfw.
It can be your dirtiest things you would do with my Inquisitors, or sweet things. Doesn’t really matter to me.
Send me asks or anything you want, and I’ll answer them as my Inquisitors.
They can be either nsfw or sfw.
It can be your dirtiest things you would do with my Inquisitors, or sweet things. Doesn’t really matter to me.
Fuck it. I’m making a male Adaar and Cadash tonight.
Headcanon
Encouraged by @rachelleofalltrades I have made this new headcanon:
Varric accurately and vividly describes the Inquisitor’s booty in his best-seller This Shit is Weird, because it is truly the Maker’s gift to the waking world.
*Leliana approves*
Josephine: I mean, if you really like this person, you should see where this go.
The Inquisitor: You want me to be happy?
Josephine: Of course.
The Inquisitor: She’s a friend of ours.
Josephine: Oh...
The Inquisitor: More than a friend.
Josephine: Oh? Gossip. Who is it?
*the Inquisitor goes silent*
Josephine: Who is it?
*still silence*
Josephine: Who is it, Inquisitor?
*more silence*
Josephine: Who...
Inquisitor: It’s okay.
Josephine: No, no, no, no. No! Oh my Maker! Oh my Maker! No!
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I’d like to give a shoutout to @this-is-something-idk-what for giving me the perfect meme format.
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Leliana: What are you doing?
The Inquisitor, setting up a small box and two other chairs, then placing a basket on the box’s surface: To make sure you’re eating, I’ll be eating with you tonight.
Leliana, smiling with soft, blushing cheeks: Oh? So concern behavior over my eating habits are what qualifies a date in your mind?
The Inquisitor.exe stopped working
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The Inquisitor, smiling.
Cullen: Inquisitor, you’ve been smiling a lot. Good news?
The Inquisitor: Yep! Leliana says she enjoys my company!
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I made two versions of this meme. One with Corypheus. The other with a certain someone.
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herald-divine-hell reblogged
Is it wrong I really want the inquisitor to have like an emotional breakdown? I just feel like even when they’re upset or angry or snarky the inquisitor is just too perfect, too devoid of emotional trauma in a time where I feel like emotional trauma is much more easily accessible than it would be in modern day reality. And we all know how common emotional trauma tends to be.
It’s possible that the Inquisitor suppresses that infernal part of them that desires an emotional breakdown. Unlike Hawke, where they could mourn their mother in a time of somewhat peace in stability, the Inquisitor can not afford that luxury. It’s similar to how the Warden doesn’t have a breakdown after Ostagar. They both understand the immense burden and duty upon their shoulders, and allowing themselves to succumb to such intense emotions would only hinder the morale of their companions and allies. The Inquisitor, the title and the person, above all, is a symbol of divine providence, even if you don’t believe in it as a character. The Inquisitor itself is only a mere mask, a crown of duty that must always overshadow the need and the desires of the person beneath it.
I personally believe that the Inquisitor does have a few emotional breakdowns, but in the solitude of their bedchambers, and alone. But that’s just me. You can think whatever you want.
Sweet Love
A/N: A little fanfic that might be spicy for someone people. (And Dumblr)
Summary: Leliana gets distracted. It escalates from there.
Overhead, Leliana heard the croaking of flying birds against a pale blue sky, coated with slivers of white cloud. The grass beneath her was soft, gently pricking against her gloved-free hands and armored-free feet.
“There you are,” the Inquisitor said, and Leliana turned, seeing the Herald of Andraste wearing a loose white blouse that fluttered out at her waist, and tight black breeches that showed of the toned muscles of her legs. Her long, curled black locks were pulled back, waving lazily in the air. Her eyes were shinning a golden-green light, and her lips were upturned. In her hands were a bottle from the Herald’s private collection. Leliana smiled, pulling a strand of her own copper-red lock behind her ear.
“One from your own collection?” Leliana asked, tilting her head to the side, staring pointily at the bottle in her hands. “I am honored, my lady.”
The Inquisitor laughed a laugh that made Leliana’s stomach churn and flip, and her heart to flutter. She hoped she was not showing too much of excitement from hearing it. “No, my sweet nightingale. The honor is all mine, I can assure you.” She winked at her, and that made Leliana tongue twisted.
She sat besided Leliana, placing the bottle on a soft dip in the ground. She leaned back, and Leliana watched the elegant curves of her neck, soft and pale and umarred. Leliana took her bottom lip beneath her tip, nibbling on it. The Herald was saying something that Leliana was not processing. She was too focused on her pretty neck.
“And, I told Josi-ep! L-Leliana!”
Leliana saw the small mark she left behind, red and tiny, but still there, marring the prefect pale skin of her lover that once stood as clean as freshly fallen snow. She could not help the small smile that formed her lips at the sight before her.
The Inquisitor’s cheeks were flushed, brimming with a redness that put Leliana’s own hair to shame. Her ripe lips formed a small circle, and her golden-greens were dark, like the golden sun splintering through black branches.
“I’m sorry,” said Leliana, still smiling. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re looked too beautiful not to claim.” She felt her own cheeks blossom with a warm that filled her already blushed cheeks with more red.
“I-uh.” She was speechless, and it seemed her mind could barely processed what had just happened. “Um. Uh, it’s fine.” Her voice was a few octaves higher. The Inquisitor pressed a soft kiss to her lips, tingling with a hunger that seemed always radiate her; in her writing, in her oratory, in her love-making. Her little dragon could never be satisfied. The Inquisitor pulled away, their lips barely only a hair strand away. She was going to say something, but Leliana grasped the back of her neck, and captured those appealing ripe lips with her own.
A moaned escaped Leliana’s lips, her hands cradling the Inquisitor’s cheek. Her thumb grazed over a cheekbone, and she slipped onto the Inquisitor’s lap, feeling the puffy shirt press against her stomach. Leliana lightly pushed the younger woman against the soft grasp. Leliana took her own bottom lip between her lip, nibbling on it softly. She decided her next move.
She dipped down, pressing a soft kiss against the Inquisitor’s jugular, before nibbling the pale skin, lavishing with her marks, claiming her. A whimper filled Leliana’s wars and a soft, “Leliana. Please.” It was soft, desperate, even.
Leliana smirked, and her lips found her elegantly curved jaw, nibbling and softly tugging agains the skin. Pressing soft kisses against her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her lips, Leliana captured those ripe lips once more, not before whispering in a voice, husky and sultry and filled with love and passion, and an throbbing desire that pulsed at her naval and core. She slipped her thighs between the Inquisitor’s thighs, pressing lightly against something caused the Inquisitor to gasp and moan against Leliana’s lips. Leliana smiled as she said softly, “Sing for me, my little dragon.”
And sing she did.
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Headcanon
The Inquisitor spends a few hours writing the sweetest love letters to Leliana, with gentle promises of adoration and to return home safe and sound—relatively.
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Vanilla Mixed with Violet
The starlight glowed dimmed on the blue-grey lake, shimmering with soft ripples that flickered with the bright silvery-grey light of the moon.
The rustling of crashed grass against feet echoed softly in the glen. “It is quite a beautiful sight.”
Leliana nodded, pulling her hood tighter around her. “Indeed. It is quite beautiful.” She turned to find the Inquisitor, loose white shirt and plain black breeches that showed of her slender and lightly muscled legs, standing there with wine in hand and two silver cups that flashed under the moonlight. Leliana felt her mouth go dry, and she licked her lips as she gazed down at them.
The Inquisitor grinned. “Not as beautiful as the woman before me.”
Leliana rolled her eyes and released a snort that she might not have done if they were in public. “I see your ways with words has not changed, ma amour.”
The grin grew wider, meeting the ends of her green-yellow eyes, flashing dangerously in the darkness. “You would miss me more if I did change, Leliana.”
She had purred her name, soft and gentle. Leliana opened her arms, inviting the Inquisitor into them. It had been too long since she had last held her. She missed it. She missed the warmth.
The Inquisitor laughed gently before setting the cups and wine bottle upon the grass floor and moved like a goddess among mortals, gliding and flowing. When she had reached her, Leliana pulled her into her chest, and she smelt her befor she could touch her. Vanilla mixed with violet, she thought. A strange combination, but entirely the Inquisitor. Her Inquisitor.
She reached and reached and reached, and pulled the woman close to her chest, nuzzling into her neck. But her body was cold, and the scent of vanilla mixed with violet became rotten. A terrible scent filled Leliana’s nose, and when she pulled back, instead of seeing those vibrant eyes, she saw empty, abyss, black eyes, void and souless.
Those aren’t her eyes, Leliana thought. Her eyes…her eyes…Maker, what did you do to her eyes?
She had woken up with her love’s shirt clenched to her chest, the smell of vanilla mixed with violet had faded away, leaving only her own scent mixed in with it. But she did not care. The side of her bed that used to be warm was empty and cold. Arms that used to hold her in her chest had been burned at a funeral pyre. Eyes that were once so cosmically beautiful, were dead and gone. She was gone. And Leliana was left alone once more, without her love to heal her wounds.
I can still remember your eyes. Tears pricked her eyes. And I still remember your scent.
Your scent.
Your eyes and scent.
Vibrant green-yellow eyes and vanilla mixed with violet.
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