Greetings from Pikapeppa: Hello new followers! ❤️

There seem to be quite a lot of you these past few weeks, and a big Pikapeppa Hello to you all! 

*smiles awkwardly and starts to sweat as though at a party*

Allow me to introduce myself: Hello I’m Trash™ for Nil/Blackwall/Solas and a sucker for writing rarepairs. I rarely write anything without NSFW smut. I suppose this is as good a time as any for a fic masterpost…?

Pikapeppa’s Trash™ series:

– Aloy/Nil (Horizon Zero Dawn): The World and All Its Lessons
– Blackwall/Arya Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition): The Griffon and the Halla
– Solas/Elia Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition): Banal’halam
– Reyes Vidal/Mara Ryder (Mass Effect: Andromeda): The Vidal Chronicles  **this series was my first and NEEDS EDITING BADLY so forgive me plz

Pikapeppa’s rarepairs:

– Reyes Vidal/Aria T’Loak (Mass Effect): The Charlatan and the Pirate Queen, and an accompaniment collection of PWP smut.
– Aloy/Stealth Trials Keeper (Horizon Zero Dawn): Stealth Trials
– Aloy/Ikrie (Horizon Zero Dawn): Put Your Spear Beside Mine, and an accompanying little smut oneshot.
– Cole/Lyanna Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition): Become Human 
– Abelas/Athera Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition): The One Who Will Live On
– Hector/Armistice (HBO’s Westworld): The Snake and the Bandit (TOTAL PWP, this was a fun one-off LOL)

Bonus: Pikapeppa’s face…? 

I play around with makeup when I’m not writing. Especially liquid eyeliner.
PLEASE no reposting to other sites or whatever. That would be creepy af. 

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(As a present, my fiancé photoshopped my eye colour in the second one to match my Elia Lavellan’s eyes. Best Fiancé Ever™ LMAO) 

Anyway, happy to have you all here – Fen’Harel guide you, and may the Sun light your way! 

– Your friendly neighbourhood Pika xoxo

pikapeppa:

I don’t care what anyone says. Nil is a fucking dreamboat. 

He gives her a half-smile. “A brief encounter for us, but the end for them,” he remarks.

Aloy studies him carefully. His tone is so glib, his little smirk so sarcastic, but his eyes are serious as they trace over her face. A little chill runs down her back, but at the same time she feels an unfamiliar blooming of warmth in her stomach. 

She swallows. Nods once in farewell. She walks away. 

But somehow, she knows that his silver eyes are following her. 

Source: pikapeppa

Pigment and Plaster: Solavellan smut

pikapeppa:

Read here on AO3

Elia Lavellan watches as Solas paints another fresco. Her gaze catches on his hands, pale with splashes of plaster, his fingers long and elegant and grasping the brush just so. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, and she admires the tracing of his veins along the lean lines of his forearms.

Her quixotic lover will toil all night to render a masterpiece in full, but when the candlelight burns low, she discovers that Solas keeps a store of energy for something more than painting.

(Image credit to Dumped, Drunk and Dalish.)

pikapeppa:

Elia and the Boys

@froschkuss  drew my Elia Lavellan with her favourite boys during her last ko-fi event and I’m S C R E A M I N G. I love them all so much!!!! From left to right we have my shield and shelter, my bestest friend in this world and beyond, and ma vhenan ❤️

Shameless self-promotion: read about Elia and the boys here on AO3, or my alternate Baewall/Arya Lavellan series here on AO3.

Yet another Lavellan joins the crew!

Cole/Lyanna Lavellan romance can be found here on AO3. 

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Pikapeppa writes Niloy again: The Path Of Your Scars

pikapeppa:

Thanks to my beloved @hellarcanine for this kiss prompt! You asked for #20 (on a scar) from this list – you got it, my babu. See below the cut for more, or read on AO3 if you prefer.

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Lips on the tender curve of her neck, then a gentle tracing of his tongue.

Aloy inhales slowly and tries to force her eyes open, but her eyelids are so heavy. “Nil,” she mumbles. “What time is it?” It’s dark still in their east-facing chamber, so it can’t possibly be close to daylight.

His hand slides enticingly over her breast, and he nips her neck with his teeth. “Don’t think about the time,” he purrs. “You’re the master of your own domain. There’s nothing to say you can’t master the fickle trails of time itself.”

Aloy scoffs softly. “That kind of logic lets you do exactly as you please. How convenient,” she teases, yet still she arches into his lips as he presses them to a spot just below her ribs.

He slips his tongue lightly across the small patch of skin, then graces it with a tiny bite. “Roll over,” he says.

“Why?” Aloy asks suspiciously, but follows his request all the same. Once she’s on her belly, Nil looms over her on his hands and knees and nuzzles a spot on her left shoulder blade, the same spot that he once bit in the throes of their passion.

“The constellation of your scars makes a fine map, Suntress,” he replies. “I feel compelled to follow the path they show.”

“Uh-huh. Says the man who never follows paths,” she murmurs. His teeth graze the scarred spot on her left shoulder blade, and the tactile reminder is bringing a slow, warm pulse to life between her legs.

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