Coyote or Inky ||
28/she ||
Dragon Age, Vermintide, LotR, BG3,
art and shitposting mix || inky-does-art is where I put my creative stuff || pfp by @deeplord
First time in a long while that I’ve had thoughts in my head to write. So continuing on that same line this morning - that already needs reworking and I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before. It’ll likely never turn into a real fic, so it is what it is
But alas, SMUT. (another thing I haven’t written in ages, so be kind)
Blackwall and Charlotte.
Charlotte pressed her lips to Thom’s and it took everything in him not to grab her, pin her to the wall and ravage her. “You’re drunk,” he said, his voice coming out a rasp as he turned his head.
Charlotte let out a soft laugh and shook her head before leaning in to nuzzle his now-exposed throat. “I most certainly am not. I had half a glass of mead with dinner over an hour ago.”
“My lady,” his voice was tight as his hands fisted at his sides.
“You already told the owners I was your wife-”
“Maker,” Thom groaned as teeth gently nipped at his ear. “You’ll regret this,” he reached up, cupped her jaw, and rubbed his thumb along her lower lip. “You’re a little tipsy and missing your husband-”
This time Charlotte’s laugh was full of derision. “Our marriage was nothing more than a contract between him and my parents, and I was nothing more than a broodmare to him. Every night he came and mounted me found what little pleasure he could in the act and left. I think we were both grateful when my monthlies ceased and we realized I was with child.”
Thom groaned and slid his hand to the back of her neck, angling her head so he could look into her eyes. Maker, he was going to regret this. But when was the last time he’d- too long. He thought he just might spill in his trousers if she kissed him again. “What do you want out of this?” he asked, hoarsely, because Maker’s balls, he wasn’t going to be able to tell her no.
Charlotte blinked, licked her lips and his eyes darted down for a moment imagining having the right to claim her mouth with his. “I…” she let out a breath and her brows pinched together. “I want to know what it could be like. If the women in the Lady’s parlors at the galas and balls were all lying when they tittered about their lovers.”
Just for this one night, he would allow himself the indulgence. Show her how good it could be. And in the morning they would go on their merry way to Skyhold never to speak of the act again. “Are you certain?”
“I have never wanted anything more in my whole life.”
I think this fandom may be one of the ones that takes the MOST artistic liberties with its characters, so let’s see if we’re all experiencing the inaccuracy the same way lmao
the statue in the bottom right is Le génie du mal, carved by guillame geefs to replace a different lucifer (known as either Le génie du mal or L’ange du mal) carved by his younger brother. why did joseph geefs’ lucifer get removed from the cathedral? it was too sexy. the statue was too sexy by far.
st. paul’s cathedral in liége went from one lucifer, whom they called ‘too sublime’ and removed because he was distracting ‘pretty penitent girls,’ to another lucifer, who they’ve left there for 170 years even though he’s so hot that satanists visit the cathedral to meditate in the presence of this Most Sexy Of Lucifers
here’s how i imagine that went down.
liege cathedral: hmm. you know what we need? a nice satan for our church. let’s ask joey geefs
joseph geefs: sculpts this
liege cathedral: no!! too hot!! now we all want to fuck lucifer! we need a different satan. let’s ask… the sexy lucifer sculptor’s BROTHER. yes. willy geefs is older so he definitely doesn’t want to fuck lucifer
guillaume geefs, who DOES want to fuck lucifer, and the only sign of his being older than his brother is that the lucifer he wants to fuck is somewhat older: sculpts this
liege cathedral: shit. well we don’t have any more money for lucifers so i guess we’ll keep this sexy lucifer
mlm, straight girls, and satanists in the vicinity of liege: NICE
