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[personal profile] bloodmouth2014-12-16 08:22 pm

bull/ismaat things

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    6:49 PM
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  • "Not 'kid'. It's 'boss', remember?" he'd say slyly.
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  • "Do you want to be the boss?" He'd ask, hands slipping down and tugging Is against him, "Or do you want me to work every last drop of stress out of you until you're writhing and begging for me?"
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  • A shudder all down his back when Bull drew him close. He shuddered for those /words/, too. "I think," Ismaat said carefully, "The last one sounds..." Clear his throat gruff as you please. "...good. It sounds good."
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  • The Bull leaned down to let their foreheads rest together, his hands slipping under Ismaat’s shirt and easing it up slightly, “Then right now.” He murmured, “You’re ‘Kid’. Understand?”
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  • "Yes, I understand, but it feels-" Hands curling, mouth going dry. "Wrong," he said, brows knit, even as he tipped his stomach to Bull's hands. "To not control things. I'm supposed to control things."
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  • “If you do not want it. If you want me to stop, at any point.” He murmured, beginning to unbutton Ismaat’s shirt, taking it nice and slow, “You will say ‘Katoh’ and it will be over instantly.” Bull leaned down, pressing a kiss to the mans throat, “Let me hear you say it. Show me you understand, kid.”
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  • "Katoh," Ismaat said, low and quiet but hard-edged, it was difficult for his voice to lose that edge. He slid a hand down Bull's forearm, taking a deep breath to relax. He watched Bull closely, scrutinizing every touch as if he was suspicious of it. "Ah...just. Keep going. For now. We'll see."
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[personal profile] bloodmouth2014-09-05 12:29 am
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dirt nasty shaekoz

 shaena/kozel rp ideas because i'm gross and obsessed with them!!


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[personal profile] bloodmouth2014-08-27 01:29 am

mopping up

As night crept up on the palace, Zevran shoved his mop bucket down a corridor and tried to recall a slower kidnapping than this. Duchesses, barons, and princes – so many, many princes – had fallen beneath his tender hand. And they’d been quick about it, too. Never weeks, bleeding into months, of playing games before sacking the prize. If all went according to plan (and it would, the maestro assured him, on Zevran’s life) there’d be minimal wetwork involved here. Their client offered an astronomical price for the boy, but even the greediest Talon wouldn’t risk war with Ferelden. The little prince would live. Stolen, stricken, and debauched, surely -- but truly alive.

A dry job meant a light tread, no brandishing Alistair Theirin at sword’s point or swinging out a window with him hogtied. A long con, the Talon made Zevran promise. Slow and close as a kiss. Slow and close he’d gotten, yes, but no kisses.

Zevran walked to Alistair’s chambers well past sunset, the sky darkening like a young bruise beyond the palace windows. Far past proper time for a servant’s visit, but Zevran felt his closeness won him a little impropriety. Maker forbid it, the daft thing was keen on him. Royalty was lonely business, all the tales said so. A charming, older elf weathered by the world to lend the prince’s troubles an ear, well… that was positively classic.  

He kicked the mop bucket and it rolled a few clattering meters down the hall. Six years scrubbing the barracks with his fellow Crow recruits finally paid off, at least. Denerim Castle had never seen a more industrious little knife-ear. Snappy, clean, and tow-headed, the simple orphan of parents who’d fled Antiva’s bosom for the hairy embrace of Ferelden. A crock of piss, but the kitchen matron fancied his ink and couldn’t tell his pretty eyes no.

Posing as the help gouged a wound in his pride, but Zevran had long since learned how to hide away shame in his belly. The outfit almost made up for it, he consoled himself. Palace drudges dressed finer than most Antivan merchants: snug breeches, shiny leather shoes, a loose shirt of the palest, softest cotton. He'd forgotten the waistcoat tonight and messily bound his thick blonde hair back with a kercheif.

Outside Alistair’s door, Zevran rearranged his stormy expression into something more inviting. Jaunty and sweet, as if he wanted nothing more than to tidy up after human boys. He tapped his knuckles on the door, a quick formality, before ushering himself in – treasured servants didn’t really need to knock, you know.

“Good evening, Your Grace,” Zevran called out kindly, dipping into a bow. “My apologies for coming so late. The whole kitchen was daft tonight.” He hid the Antivan purr under his tongue like a sweet.
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[personal profile] bloodmouth2013-04-10 10:03 pm
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alistair + beasties

  • alistair + giant spiders shovin eggs in his bum/throat
  • alistair + werewolves knotting his butt 
  • alistair + babby dragons clawing into his plate and fuckin his bum
  • alistair + gangbanged by a horde of darkspawn 
  • everything in alistair's butt
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[personal profile] bloodmouth2013-04-10 10:00 pm
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rp gross town

 stuff 4 alistair & zev 2 do:

-babby's first dildo
-cock suckin lessons 
-fingering!
-zev riding alistair cock (edging?)
-oh god fisting
-anal training (fussy embarrassed whiny alistair awuwuwuu)
-pee uwu i have 2 be in the right mood for it i guess?
  • alistair n zev n crew drinking at the rotten noble in denerim, zev keeps buyin alistair beers, alistair gets drunker and fuller until he's squirming and zev is teasing him. when alistair fiiiinally gets up to go piss, zevran slinks after him and leads him into one of the dark dingy siderooms and sucks him off until he bursts =w= maybe some wash up sex in one of the stanky inn rooms after??
-zevran talking alistair into hitting him. face slapping, punching, spanking. maybe a little sword cutting. alistair is, understandably, dubious 


OFF!!

enoch&dedan

-macro/micro size diff stuff 
-cum enemas 
-fingerin induced gaping 
-dedan struggling on enoch's cock (he can only fit the head =w =)
-sounding enoch's cock w/ fingers 
-sugary food play

dedan&batter

-anal/vaginal fucking w/ THA BAT (either by batter or dedan's doing)
-smashing dedan's cunny teeth w/ bat (his face teeth too!)
-face sitting (bite batter's tongue and cheeks off =w =)
-his cunt biting the batter's cock off is cute too
-i know we had a lot more i just forgot them help me