#Cullen Dragon Age

[nikiferous]

random assortment of shitpost

[hellseur]

Irasutoya Cullen

[crowwowo]

what if we both struggled with our faith and we got really toxic about it

[kimberbohwrites]

Been aging the dragons for a few weeks so far and I cannot believe what I'm willing to put up with all for some hot pixel idiots. <3

[creaturefeaturecommando]

So like if you bring Cole to the Winter Palace he tells you that Cullen feels anxious and uncomfortable and needs help, you know because the fucking nobles are literally groping his ass without his consent and having a laugh about it. And he got groped twice. Once by a female noble and again by a male noble. Mind you this was a man that was captured and tortured and sexually assaulted by desire demons and that entire ordeal at the ball probably gave him major flashbacks

And no one cares. Not the writers, Not the fandom and not the characters. Besides Cole. Even when he begs for the letters the nobles sent him requesting to know about his personal life to be burned, Leliana and Josephine laugh about it to his face and tell him to just shut up and look pretty (an actual quote Leliana told him to hush up and just look pretty). That’s it. They tell him to shut up and look pretty while they use him as bait even though he’s uncomfortable receiving letters from nobles who sexually assaulted him at a party just the night before.

So Cullen just gets casually sexually assaulted and BioWare treats it like it’s a joke and the fandom doesn’t care at all and ignores it

So now I have half a mind to fucking keekee at everything traumatizing that’s ever happened to everyone else’s faves since obviously it’s fucking funny right ?

[saltyowlets]

I wonder how the Rutherford family reacted when Cullen finally walked up their doorsteps after nearly 2 decades. The last time they saw him, he was a bright-eyed young boy, eager to become a knight.

Yet in front of them is an older man, eyes heavy, hands and face scarred, smelling entirely different from the rest of them. How he moves- careful, steady, even cautious.

It's not the same home- that had been destroyed with the Blight -but shouldn't he feel comfortable with his family?

The way he talks is different as well, not entirely Fereldan anymore as his words reflect the places and people he has been with. At first, they jested about the Kirkwall drone or the Nevarran pitch, but it becomes less of a joke and more of a realization when they hear him curse in Elven.

Yes, he still treats them like family, but his words feel guarded, uniform, and militaristic. They try to joke and make him laugh, but the most they get out of him is a soft smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

They love him, they really do. Years upon years of no contact, only a handful of letters that could barely be considered a stack, but still treasured. He is their brother, their family and no one can say otherwise.

But, something inside them finally concedes that they know nothing about Cullen Stanton Rutherford.

He is a silhouette of the past they thought they knew.

[charmedcleric]

Cullen Rutherford + text posts 2/???

Part 1

[star--nymph]

Good boy.

[sweetjulieapples]

This is ridiculous

[phannamime]

Cullen please stop playing Chess with her she’s going to break a tooth!

She didn’t cheat at first but after the 5th chess game where you don’t know what’s happening well…

[horsehag]

Templar boys scurry to me like RATS

[polaeart]

Cullen and 8yo Loshe

[ydktun]

I drew these a year ago

These paintings look pretty bad now, but I hope you'll like them😭

[crowwowo]

This had such an insane ugly phase I had to stop working on it for a month

[kimberbohwrites]

Her Commander

A request from the amazing @weaveandwood starring her Inquisitor, Brinni

Summary: The Inquisitor (Brinni) has been away from Skyhold, from Cullen, for her longest stretch yet and it seems he’s not too happy about that. Brinni isn’t backing down from his bad mood though. Instead she’ll wind him up and enjoy it when he finally snaps and becomes Commander Cullen in private ;)

Tags: N$FW SMÚT below the break, PIV, desk séx, Soft Dom Cullen, Cullen x Female Lavellan, Canon Compliant, rough sèx

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Her heart soars as she sees the castle gatehouse growing larger as it comes into view. When the familiar sound of the lowering portcullis fills her ears she feels the corners of her mouth pull, threatening a smile. But it’s a feeling she masters quickly lest she be caught grinning by some hawk-nosed, beady-eyed noble here to kiss up for the power they hope it might gain them.

Brinni has been away for longer than usual this time on her official travels as Inquisitor. It feels strange to already feel so at home in a castle they’d stumbled upon and called home, but then again — he is also here. Her vhenan. She blushes at the pet name she’s not bold enough to use out loud just yet as it crosses her mind.

A tickle dances across the back of her neck— her increasingly sharpened instincts confirm to her that she is indeed being watched. As Skyhold looms directly in front of them and she catches just a hint of a dark fur mantle and the glint of the armor worn by someone hastily retreating back inside, she realizes that more than nobles had been watching from the walls above.

She moves slower than usual as she dismounts and unpacks her saddle, thinking he must have been rushing down here to see her after she’d been away for so long. It’s not until she’s saying goodbye to her companions and their striding off toward the tavern that Brinni realizes he’s not coming. Her conclusion is proven when she receives word via messenger that her advisors would like a debrief at her earliest convenience.

“At her earliest convenience,” she laughs to herself. Josie’s eloquence gives some much needed softness to what is surely Leliana’s more direct way of doing things.

A heavy sigh leaves her. She really had hoped to see Cullen in private before seeing him in such an official capacity in the war room, not just any official capacity, her commander. A heat sparks within her when she thinks of seeing behind the heavy doors of the war room. It’s not a big deal, she tells herself, it’s not like he isn’t devastatingly handsome no matter where she sees him. But she can’t deny the fact she often finds herself fantasizing about that version of him — Commander Cullen.

When it’s just them, alone, her Cullen is soft and sweet. He’s gentle, treating her like the petals of a delicate rose in bloom. She loves him for it. He’s her knight in shining armor with a heart so pure she often finds herself reminded to be better by the unwavering guidance of his love alone.

But Commander Cullen — at the thought of that side of him, heat rises on her face as her mind wanders. Swept up thinking about the way he stands dominating a room, his hands, always coiled with energy — either on or within reach of his sword. Sometimes a leather gloved hand of his will clench the thick wooden table with frustration and she can’t help but wish it to be the damned furniture. She has to remind herself that Leliana and Josie are close at hand as she imagines that bruising grip on her body.

She shakes her head quickly before the flush that has formed on her cheeks turns any brighter, hoping it will clear away the thoughts of her beloved commander bending her over the war table and…

“Ahem”

The stable hand clears his throat to distract her from her silent contemplation, Brinni is startled away from her fantasies and back to reality. With a tight smile and a silent prayer that they couldn’t tell what she had been imagining, she hands the reigns off and starts toward the great castle across the yard. The air is bracing and she’s eager to get back inside quickly, climbing the many stairs up to the main hall entrance of Skyhold.

“Inquisitor!”

Brinni looks up as the familiar and warm voice calls to her.

“Varric!”

They stop at the door, taking stock of one another.

“I’m glad I caught you! I heard you’d returned, I was on my way to the tavern to see if I could rustle up any good gossip from this latest round of your adventures. The littlest detail could make a great story one day, you never know.”

She smiles and tries to laugh him off like the idea of being in one of his stories doesn’t fill her with anxiety.

“There are better people to write about Varric, what about—“

“Say speaking of stories,” Varric cuts in but she’s not surprised in the least. She’s learned that if the dwarf has something to say there is very little she can do to stop him from talking — “Did you mess up your little love story with Curly?”

She can’t help but let out a little gasp of surprise as Varric continues.

“You’ve been gone longer than usual Inquisitor — I may be a simple businessman, storyteller, and handsome scoundrel but I think you’re in trouuuble”

A sigh of irritation punches out before she can stop it.

“Whatever do you mean Varric?”

“Well, I saw Curly earlier today giving the new recruits more hell than usual, which wasn’t so strange until just now when I also caught him storming towards the very place I know you to be headed.”

“Oh.”

Varric is kinder than most people realize or maybe he has a soft spot for her. Either way, he mercifully drops the subject the moment a blush rises on her cheeks. He claps her shoulder warmly and heads out to join the others at the Herald’s Rest.

“Welcome home Inquisitor!” He calls back to her as she retreats into the main hall, late for a meeting she is now dreading.

—*—

At first it’s hard to tell Cullen is mad. He’s always been so tense during their debriefs and strategy sessions. She’s always admired his strategist’s mind— capable of leading armies and toppling their enemies. It’s about halfway through the meeting that she notices he won’t even look directly at her, only looking at the table in front of her when she speaks. She’s sure Josie and Leliana each picked up on it immediately, both masters of the Grand Game that she’d only just begun to play.

They decide on her next course of action, another long trip away that she needs to leave for within the week. Red Templars have been spotted and it could be just the clue they’re looking for. She’s not eager to leave again so soon after just returning but there is too much at stake to consider anything other than duty. Cullen agrees to the plan with a flash of something in his eyes — anger? Sadness? Before she’s able to find out he is gone. His dark form departing in silence as Josie pulls her aside to discuss a developing political incident.

By the time Brinni finishes up Cullen is long gone from the main hall.

“Ass” she mutters to herself.

She isn’t going to chase him, at least not yet. The Inquisitor won’t be seen following her Commander around like some lovesick puppy.

Brinni heads to the tavern, ignoring Varric’s concerned look when she sidles up to the bar so soon after their talk. The ale is bad but it’s better than the stale water rations they’d enjoyed during their most recent mission in the Western Approach.

She laughs and listens as the Iron Bull and Krem share war stories to impress the crowd. She cools off and puts the Commander out of her mind for a few hours. She’s not drunk but pleasantly buzzed by the time she finally climbs the stairs to the top of the castle walls where Cullen lives and works in Skyhold.

“Come.”

His familiar voice sounds clear through the door even as the harsh mountain wind whistles past. It’s so much warmer when she closes the heavy door behind her. Cullen is sitting at the large wooden desk he spends more time at than in his own bed. Parchments and books are all stacked in front of him. She knows he reads them all — enemy movements, troop reports, casualty updates, supply requests — the demands are endless. A pang of guilt hits her when she realizes how much she has missed him.

“Cullen—”

“Ah so you do remember where to find me, I was beginning to wonder.”

His voice has a grating edge to it, like the kind he reserves for delivering stern direction to his soldiers. She curses herself and tries to ignore how the sound of his voice like this makes heat pool within her.

“Cullen I’m s—“

“And is that ale I smell?” He hasn’t looked up from his paperwork even as he sniffs the air for the stale ale on her breath. She covers her mouth with her hands like it will stifle the scent she breathes.

“I’m sorry!”

He sets the paperwork down roughly, his attention raptly focused on her now — his honey colored eyes stick her to the spot, dripping in a storm of emotion. When he does move, it’s quick and she hardly registers it. The highly trained rogue in her momentarily panics. Cullen moves from sitting at the desk to boxing her against the door with his body faster than her brain could track it. Her mind reels as she remembers that her sweet chantry boy is a hardened warrior that has ended countless lives with his blade.

“Sorry?”

His palms are flat against the door on either side of her head. He’s not touching her, the difference in their size does the job of both silencing her and fanning that heat within her. He smells of parchment and leather, the combination of which leaves Brinni’s mouth watering as her mind reels. His jaw is set tightly and she can tell that her sweet Cullen is nowhere to be found, leaving her at the mercy of her Commander.

“You’re sorry. That’s all you can say?”

“What more do you want to hear?”

She knows she’s toeing the line now, but she can’t help it — a thrill courses through her body as she baits him and it’s clear he’s taking it. His hands coil into fists against the door. The wood groaning under the pressure of his growing anger.

“You’ve been gone for maker knows how long with hardly a word and when you do turn up, it’s a few ales deep. Your attitude needs adjusting, Inquisitor.”

“And just what do you intend to do about it, Commander?”

His reaction is immediate like a reflex. One moment Brinni is standing against the door and the next she’s hoisted up against it. Her legs are pulled tight around his waist as he claims her mouth hungrily. A strong arm braces them against the door and the other pulls her body eagerly against his where their hips now connect. There’s no mistaking the hardness she feels, she moans into his mouth at the sensation.

His kiss is rough and unyielding, his tongue sweeps into her mouth and claims it for his own. A desperate groan in rises up in the back of his throat before he can stop himself. The sound drives her into a frenzy and she grinds herself against him to hear it again and again. Before he loses control he pulls back enough to look her in the eyes, the anger is still there but he’s also looking for something — permission?

Brinni makes him wait a moment longer. She knows they should talk, they each should apologize but right now a far more carnal urge drives them. They haven’t been together a few months but already his body against hers has come to feel like home and she needs him, fiercely. With a coy smile she gives a small nod and then he’s kissing her breathless again.

Her clever hands sneak through his layers, undoing the many straps and buttons that hold his fur cloak and heavy pieces of armor. They drop off in satisfying thuds, muffled by the heavy fabric of his cloak pooled on the ground. Meanwhile he continues to grind their bodies together as he presses her back up and against the door. In the back of her mind she can’t help but think that how their tandem sounds of lust are likely heard by guards passing by on the wall outside.

He lifts her away from the door — making it look easy to support her as his free hand snakes up to hold her firmly by the back of the neck, so there is no escaping his devouring kisses. With a bite to her kiss-swollen lips, his mouth follows her jawline down to her throat where he leaves a hard bite that causes her to hiss in pain as she clenches with anticipation. His hot tongue darts out to soothe the mark that is surely blooming on her skin now.

In revenge she grinds herself on him hard and she can feel his hand clench around her in response and a breathy groan punches out of him. He takes a few staggered steps back, half-sitting on his desk as he centers Brinni in his lap. His eyes rake over her face warmly, his adoration for her shining through his anger.

“I thought my attitude needed adjusting, Commander?”

She purrs it into his ear, letting her teeth brush against his sensitive skin before leaning back to survey her work. Cullen is panting and shaking below her in just his plainclothes. She can see a flush on his chest where she’s already loosened a few shirt buttons and it rises up to his neck.

He stands, placing her back on the ground and turning quickly to trap her standing between him and the hard desk. Before she can speak he turns her around roughly, making room to bend her over his desk with a firm grasp. With one hand on her back, he keeps her bent in place chest down on the hard surface with her feet on the ground. His other hand makes short work of her leathers, pulling her pants and smallclothes down to her knees with a few skilled tugs.

“Allow me to teach you some manners, Inquisitor”

He grits the words out as his hand comes down on her exposed bottom with a slap, just hard enough to sting. She sucks in air sharply, groaning from the dual sensations of both pain and sweet pleasure. Just as the feeling fades another blow lands, this time on the opposing cheek. Brinni hisses at the stinging sensation, the sound fading to a whine — she wants more. The next spanks come in rapid succession on alternating cheeks. She’s dripping already, she can feel in the cool castle air.

Cullen’s fingers dip inside her, he fails to stifle an eager groan at what he finds.

“Oh you like this, don’t you Inquisitor?”

She doesn’t need to turn around, by the sound of his voice she can tell she’ll find him wrecked — as half-mad with lust as she currently is. All she can do is nod against the desk in response.

He pulls his fingers out and delivers a sharp slap to her backside.

“Mind your manners and speak up, Inquisitor”

“Yes! Yes Cullen, I like it!”

“Not. Quite.”

Then another slap, her eyes are watering from all of it — the pain, the pleasure — her mind finally able to step away from the traumas of her responsibilities. It’s bliss. She lets go and surrenders to the feeling, almost yelling out what she knows he wants to hear—

“Commander, Yes Commander!”

“Good fucking girl”

His fingers sink back into her, hungrily searching out her sweet spot. The hand on his back, still holds her to the desk but his thumb strokes the surface of her back lovingly. She’s so close to the edge already. He bends down, still pumping two fingers into her and leaves an open mouth kiss on her back before licking a stripe up her spine. Brinni screams as she comes undone on his hand, eyes rolling back into her head.

In the haze following her climax, she hears the sound of Cullen’s belt and barely registers his hands leaving her body as he hastily pulls himself free from his leather breeches. He lines himself up eagerly and slams his hips forward, bottoming out inside her and holding himself there. It could be her time away or the fact that he’s incredibly excited, but he feels huge inside her and she lets out a breathy whine of satisfaction.

His hands grip her hips greedily as he grinds himself against her, letting her adjust. She can hear him puffing and panting with the effort of maintaining control, but through it she swears she can hear him muttering something under his breath. It isn’t until he starts rocking his hips back and forth when she’s ready, that she’s sure of it. Gathering strength, he begins to pound into her and she can hear him then, almost chanting—

“Missed you. M-maker’s breath. Missed you. Please.”

He angles his hips with a soldiers precision, his cock dragging against the spot she needed him in most and she can’t speak — can’t comfort him. All she can do is moan, almost wailing at how perfect he feels. One of her hands lets go of its grip on the table and reaches back, her smaller hand wrapping around his wrist where his hands clench her hips for leverage.

“Brinni”

He gasps her name, as he continues pistoning in to her — drawing them both closer to the edge.

“C-C-Cullennnnn”

It takes all the remaining brainpower in her just to get that out, her nails surely biting in to his skin as his thrusts intensify. Not for the first time in their relationship, glass and parchment clatter to the floor from his desk. The sound of his own name seems to drive him wild as he adjusts his stance, hitting the perfect spot within her every time. It’s too much, this next finish overwhelming her body as she screams out in ecstasy.

He’s right behind her, fucking her through their climaxes as he spends himself deep within her with a groan and a sharp hiss.

Brinni feels perfect, barely registering where the bruises will bloom in evidence on her body. From where the desk had surely bitten into her hips to Cullen’s actual bites on her neck. She vows to avoid a healing potion for as long as possible to let the marks linger when she’s inevitably pulled away from him again. As the sadness of that thought threatens to sink back in to her, she feels Cullen’s strong arms scoop her up and pull her close. Brinni looks over at the ladder in his quarters with dread.

“Actually — I am better prepared this time.”

“Oh?”

“Yes this time, you don’t have to climb a ladder on such, er, tired legs”

He’s blushing and rubbing the back of his neck like she isn’t naked in his arms. She’s grins as he carries her around to a cabinet where he’s stashed a few blankets and bedrolls. They fetch them out, setting up a sleeping area in the corner together. He climbs the ladder himself to toss down the pillows from his simple bed in the loft.

Tomorrow they will make up, apologize and talk though how hard this is — falling in love at the end of the world. But tonight, tonight they lock the heavy wooden doors to enjoy a few hours in each other’s arms.

Dividers by @ Olenvasynyt on tumblr

Thank you for reading!! Comments/Kudos/Likes/Reblogs appreciated

[pupkinpumpkin]

Thinking of my Lavellan asking Rook about their love life and Rook is like "oh well me and Lucanis finally started officially dating, which took awhile, but ya know, it's understandable considering the fact that he was held in a prison by these evil mages for awhile, tries not to sleep as much as possible, overworks himself constantly, and is just generally traumatized by how his faction has manipulated him over the years."

*Marella Lavellan Rutherford*: Oh so that's just a common problem in Thedas then?