#cullenxdejah

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-NSFW

Cullen is nearly incapable of withholding his lover's orgasm. When they get to the point of release he needs it just as much as they do. He loves to watch their face and hear their pleasure. He needs to hear them cry out his name. Maker, when they shout his name! It's a better, more addicting drug than lyrium and of this he can partake as much as he likes.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Cullen loves long hair. He likes how her hair tickles his skin when they’re making love. How it brushes his thighs when her head is thrown back as she rides him. How it teases his hands when they roam her back. He also loves how he can hold it in his fist to deepen a kiss or how it curtains them away from the world when she lays over his body and kisses him. He loves how it covers her breasts, allowing him to brush it gently over her shoulder to reveal all of her to his sight. He adores how soft it feels running through his fingers and how she hums in appreciation when he does. 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-NSFW

After they both climax, Cullen loves to stay inside her. They way she lays over him, their bodies connected, he feels so close to her. Not just physically, but their souls are connected too. Such an intimate connection he's never felt with anyone else in his life. This is love and he will never get enough. But, he'll try. Every moment is precious and the longer he can lay with her like this, feeling her breathe against his chest, her legs tucked against his hips with her hair tickling this arms, the deeper he falls.

They can stay like that for hours. They might fall asleep like that or the feel of her around him will arouse him again and he can show her again how he loves her and loves to pleasure her. Either is fine. As long as he's with her.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-NSFW

Cullen and his lover, when they're both reaching climax too soon, will sometimes play a game to see who can last longer. They are no rules and sometimes the competition is fierce. Hands everywhere, sensitive spots teased and erotic words are whispered.

Sometimes, if they're really lucky, the mood of the game will take a different twist and their lovemaking devolves into laughter and rolling followed by moans and cries that shortly after move back into laughter.

What better assurance is there for love than being able to express any emotion when you're at your most vulnerable?

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-Satinalia edition

Merry Christmas! Happy Satinalia! A blessed day for whatever holiday you celebrate, real or made up. I cooked up something special for today. There are still two more dads of Dragon Age headcanon du jour for this week but I wanted this one to be special. It’s a long one, but I hope you like it! I’ll put it under a cut to keep your feeds nice and tidy!

Stay safe and happy holidays. ❤️Jacklyn

When Cullen is handed his screaming infant for the first time, there is a moment of panic. His eyes seek out Dejah while carefully cradling the babe with the utmost of care. His look could only be described as ‘abject terror’. She smiles at him lovingly and reassures him it’s okay. 

Her blue eyes are tired, but alive with love. Her brow is wet and her black hair clings to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, making her blue vallaslin stand out in sharp relief. If she could bring their child into the world after hours of pain and exertion, he could do this. Her calm immediately calm washes over him.

The midwife asks if he would like to help clean up his son while she finishes with Dejah. He looks to her, hesitating. She’s fine, be with him. He’s relieved to hear her say aloud that she’s okay. For a moment in time he can only smile back at her, distracted and lost in her eyes. Another midwife touches his arm gently.

She helps him bathe the baby. She checks his eyesight and hearing. He’s thrilled to see Dejah’s brilliant blue eyes on his son. Cullen absently counts all the fingers and toes though it hardly matters if there were more or less than ten of each. He is perfect regardless.

When the midwife tells him to take off his shirt, he is confused, but complies. She deposits the baby against his bare chest. It will help them bond and his heartbeat will soothe the newborn she assures him.

Cullen is sure his heart is racing far too fast to be of comfort, but the infant settles down almost immediately. It’s a completely new feeling. Holding his perfect, innocent, unmarked baby against his battle-scarred chest with hands that have been soaked in blood. Maker, this must all be a dream. How can this be real?

He holds his son carefully and pulls up a chair next to the bed. He reaches out and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles gently. He tells her how beautiful she is. How amazing she has been. How much he loves her. He doesn’t mean to make her cry, but cry she does.

He tells her that what he got her for Satinalia can’t possibly compare to what she’s given him. Dejah insists that he helped and he can only laugh and shake his head. Of course she would do the hard work and give him credit.

Cullen nearly jumps out of his skin with the infant coos and gurgles, wiggling against Cullen’s chest. He cradles him gently, whispering soothing words of comfort. His fingers run over the dusting of golden blond curls, silky and soft. He adores the softly pointed ears not quite as pronounced as his mother’s.

Dejah is sleeping peacefully when he descends the stairs, finally ready to present his son. He opens the door so quietly that no one waiting in the main hall notices him at first.

They’re all gathered there. His friends and family. They’ve been waiting since yesterday morning when Dejah calmly announced that it was time. Blankets and pillows are piled off to the side, indicating they’d all slept in the main hall. They’ve only had sparse updates from Dorian but they’re determined to wait. Nothing will drive them from this hall

Cullen realizes suddenly that Dorian left hours ago. He’d been at Dejah’s side through the whole of her labor. He must have snuck out to give them time alone and he is guilty for not noticing. He would seek him out next and make his overwhelming appreciation for his presence known. There was no better friend or godfather for his firstborn.

Cassandra throws her head back with an ‘ugh’ when she sees the hand of cards Varric lays down. Likely better than her own. The honest-to-a-fault Seeker stands no chance against the dwarf. Sera is laughing and from his angle by the door he can see the cards she has hidden under the table, within Varric’s reach. She wishes Cass better luck next time but the Seeker clearly knows she doesn’t mean it.

The Iron Bull is slouched in a chair, his arms crossed over his massive chest. His head is rested back against the wall and he’s snoring loudly. Decorations hang from his horns, likely Sera’s doing. Beside him sits Krem who is also sleeping. His head is rested on Bull’s arm and his mouth is open. On his lap is a hand-sewn nug toy, likely meant to be his son’s first Satinalia and birthday present. Normally they would never be asleep at the same time but Cullen knows they stayed up all night to protect their friends and keep watch over the route to Dejah.

Blackwall is talking quietly with Leliana though Cullen can’t fathom what about. They have nothing in common. Whatever it is, it makes Leliana laugh and Blackwall smile and shake his head. Perhaps it’s about the child in his arms. One thing that will connect them.

He looks down at the swaddled babe and smiles. He tells his son that they’re all here for him. They’ve gathered from the corners of the world they’ve scattered to for him. Though they haven’t seen him, they love him. He tells him that he has the fiercest, most loyal family in Thedas. He isn’t wrong.

Josephine is the first to notice them. She’s at the opposite end of the table where Cassandra is getting swindled. She looks up from her work and her quill drops to the floor with a clatter so that she can cover her mouth with her hands. She finds that she can’t speak so she slaps the table a few times to get everyone’s attention.

All eyes shoot to her and then follow her gaze to him. He asks if they would like to meet their nephew and it sets them all into action. Varric kicks Bull’s shin on the way past and the Qunari snorts and blinks quickly to wake himself up. He dislodges Krem who sits up with a start. Like father, like son.

They all gather around him and suddenly Cole is at his side. Cullen isn’t sure where he’d been before. His hat is nowhere to be seen but his blond tresses are molded to his head as if it had been there a moment before. He reaches out to touch the child but hesitates and draws back his hand. Cullen turns toward him and assures him it’s okay. He transfers the babe to Cole’s arms and he stares down at the infant.

He leans in close to whisper to the baby, words that Cullen can’t hear. He can guess their nature well enough. Cryptic words of comfort that tell him how everyone feels about him, what they’re thinking at this moment, seeing him for the first time.

He wakes when he’s shifted to Bull’s enormous hands. He laughs at the baby’s lack of fear at a face so different from the others around him and his whole body shakes with it. He promises to teach him all manner of unsavory things, from wooing partners to slaying dragons.

Cassandra lets out a disgusted noise and gives him a reproachful look before taking the baby. She coos and tells him how beautiful and perfect he is. She marvels to Cullen at how tiny he is and Cullen agrees. Smaller than he imagined.

The babe is very interested in Varric’s necklace when it’s his turn. Varric helps him so that he can hold it in his impossibly small, uncoordinated grasp. He muses, mostly to himself, that he’ll have to come up with a new nickname.

Sera refuses to hold him. He’s too pure and fragile for the likes of her. She does brush his cheek though and smile. She’s going to teach him all the best places to hide, she promises. He’ll be a master at hide and seek. A perfect, tiny partner to pull off pranks. She produces a cookie from some hidden pocket but before she can give it to the babe, Cassandra snatches it out of her hand. Sera pouts. 

Leliana is hesitant to hold him, but gives in. She doesn’t have anything profound to say so she just smiles ever so slightly at the babe. She adjusts the blankets around him, brushes his cheek with her finger. Her hands linger when it’s time to give him to Blackwall.

Blackwall promises that as soon as he can walk he’ll get him a good and proper pup. Every boy needs his dog. And a horse. A good loyal one. And a sword. 

Josephine holds him next and she can barely contain her excitement. She falls into her native Antivan. The words are beautiful and lilting and the babe stares up at her, enraptured by her voice. He reaches as if he can grab it and hold it.

Krem presents the nug and asks hesitantly if he can hold the little one. As if he’s an intruder on this moment. Cullen doesn’t hesitate to insist that do so. Krem is so focused on the little creature for so long that Bull nudges his arm and asks if he’s gonna be okay.

The man clears his throat and declares that of course he is. He hands the baby back to his father and praises what a fine boy he has. Bull teases when he asks if it makes him want one and everyone is surprised when Krem unashamedly says yes, he does want to be a father. Someday.

Cullen assures everyone that Dejah is fine and will be up for visitors later in the evening. They protest that it’s too soon but he tells them that she insists on seeing them for Satinalia, even if it’s just for a few moments.

He promises to be back shortly and heads to the upper levels of the library. Much to his surprise Dorian is awake. Sitting at a table, he’s writing furiously in a leather bound journal. The babe coos and throws his fists around.

It catches Dorian’s attention and Cullen sits beside him. He should have held him before he left, Cullen insists. Dorian confirms his assumption that he’d left to give them time together as a family. He didn’t want to intrude.

He’s clearly nervous to hold the child. Too many self-depricating thoughts are going through his head. He wonders if he will taint the babe. The moment he’s in Dorian’s arms though, Cullen recognizes the change that he himself went through.

The moment of awe and wonder. That he can be a part of this wonderful creatures life amazes him. He wishes he could visit for more than a few weeks. He misses his friend but he also wants to make the world a better place for her child, which he can’t do from here.

Cullen further stirs up the emotions swirling inside of him when he plainly and honestly tells Dorian how much his presence means to Dejah. And to him. That he is proud the first moments of his son’s life we’re shared with the woman he loves and the man he’s come to respect and trust above all others.

He tells him on Dejah’s behalf how much it meant to her to have him there for that experience. He even tells him of the midwife they had dismissed. She declared that she would be no part of a birth that involved Dorian Pavus. He wasn’t the father and worse, he was a Vint. He smiles when he recalls how furious Dejah had been. How scared the midwife had been when the former Inquisitor was done with her. 

That she cried for hours the night he arrived from Minrathous because she was so relieved he would be there. Cullen also assures Dorian, who is now holding back tears, that he wanted him there too. He doesn’t feel that his presence robbed him of or lessened a once in a lifetime experience with the love of his life but that it enhanced it.

He will always have a place with them. He is their family and that will never change. He wishes Dorian had stayed to help with the babe. To hold him. Dorian has never felt more accepted in his life but he doesn’t have the words to say so.

He holds the babe close to his heart and closes his eyes. Cullen is silent. He gives this moment to Dorian and his beautiful child. A chance to bond that will be rare for them.

He urges Dorian to sleep and to visit Dejah once he’s refreshed. He won’t be a bother. 

She’s still sleeping when he slips back into the room with their son. He takes a moment to watch her. He savored every moment of her pregnancy. He remembers every kick. He’s massaged sore muscles and swollen ankles. But, it didn’t feel real until he held his child in his arms. He wonders when the moment was that it felt real to her. He’ll ask her when she wakes.

He slips into bed. He has no intention to sleep but has every intention of holding the two people who carry with them his heart and soul. Dejah wakes sleepily and he pulls her gently against him. He tucks the baby between them and she cradles him protectively, as Cullen is her. Dejah murmurs that she loves him. So very much.

He kisses the top of her head and gazes down at them. His heart swells and he tries to tell her he loves her too but he can’t get it past the tightness in his throat. By the Maker, he does love them. It consumes him. It’s so much more powerful than the hate he’d carried before.

There are several days that have made a lasting impression on him. Thanks to Dejah, the good we’re starting to outnumber the bad. And this day…he prayed this day would be vivid in his memory until he died. He’s a father. He vows he’ll be better every day. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this but he’ll show his Maker that he’s worthy of keeping it.

I love you. He’ll learn it in every language and it still won’t be enough.

His son will be a better man than he is. He will grow up in a better world than he did. He will be loved. Maker, he will be loved!

He realizes he hasn’t given her the present he got her but she and their son are sleeping so peacefully he doesn’t dare move. Instead he basks in the gift Dejah has given him. Her love and his son. Both have changed him irreversibly and he is grateful.

He brushes back his wife’s hair and strokes her cheek. You are the best thing to ever happen to me. He says it aloud and means it with everything he is. Never will they doubt the strength of his love. 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Although many of Cullen’s scars bring back bad memories or make him ashamed, the way his love worships them and makes him see them as little marks of survival and victories, changes his opinion of them. He learns to love the way they catalogue each one with their lips and tongue and enjoys the long, lazy sessions of exploration. After all, they ultimately brought him right where he didn't know he wanted to be.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Cullen's blushes can be measured in four degrees, only three if which were previously known to him.

1. Cheeks

2. Ears

3. Neck

The last is discovered by his sweetheart.

4. Butt cheeks

The "open handed blush" according to Bull. "Wearing Tevinter red" Dorian smirks knowingly. The "five finger signature?" asks Varric. "Pretty in pink" Sera says with a wink.

A color described by his sweetheart as "the prettiest shade of ultimate truth" because the butt blush cannot be faked or suppressed.

[jacklyn-flynn]

B for Cullen

Like most nights, Cullen couldn't sleep. Tonight, however, it wasn't because of the call of lyrium or nightmares. It was her. He pulled a pillow tight against his chest in an attempt to quell the empty ache of her absence. 

He groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. The pillow flew across the room. Not even close. Maker, he wanted to go to her. 

They had both agreed that they would keep their relationship under wraps for now. Not that everyone didn't at least have suspicions. Still, that was a far cry from getting caught red-handed. Josie could still explain away their affections, but once they were caught, all bets were off.

Why wasn't he a stronger man? He asked himself as he slid from bed and donned clothes. Dark pants and a black shirt. Under cover of the moonless night, he could protect her reputation if he was careful enough.

He waited for the guard's footsteps to fade away before he snuck out of his tower. He kept to the walls and entered the main keep from a servant's entrance. He knew the guard rotation well; he'd made it. That knowledge allowed him to get to the door to her quarters undetected.

He carefully removed the key she'd given him after their... excursion on his desk and in his loft. When they'd finally confessed their love for each other. He didn't want to drop it and risk announcing himself or losing the precious gift in the darkness.

He turned the key ever so slowly and winced at the click that he was sure echoed through the whole keep. He slipped in the door and reengaged the lock. 

Now that he was away from prying eyes and ears, he took the stairs quickly. He was careful to open the door quietly. Cullen peeked into the room and saw her figure laying on the far side of the bed.

Cullen removed his boots and set them carefully by the door. He discarded his shirt on the way to the empty side of the bed. He slid under the covers and was surprised when she moved to press herself against him.

"I'm glad you're here, vhenan." She whispered sleepily.

He was a weak man, giving into these baser instincts that could damage both of their credibility. But laying there with her in his arms, where she belonged, he couldn't help but feel it was strength she gave him. 

"Me too." He whispered against her hair. 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-NSFW

Cullen mentions, as a joke one day, that he loves her voice so much he's sure that she could make him spill in his pants just by talking to him. Challenge accepted. 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

There is a chess board set up on a pedestal off to the side of the main hall near the door to Josie’s office. Cullen and his love play as they pass it throughout the day. Sometimes, certain parties like to leave notes with suggestions to help one or the other. Other times, certain parties like to cheat to help one or the other. At the end of the day, no one really cares who wins or loses, it’s just about the interaction with their lover, even if it isn’t in person.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Cullen is wary of trying new foods. He has very simple tastes. Mia says that he has the taste buds of a five-year-old. His love makes it her mission to get him to try new things. Foods from their home and childhood, simple things at first, then more complex and un-Ferelden-like. Sometimes she has to entice him to try new things. Enticements that require a strict dress-code (or lack of) and privacy. Even if he doesn’t always like it, Cullen learns quickly the benefit of trying a new food at least once.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Cullen isn't sure how Sera keeps getting keys to his office. He tries to look at it as an exercise in patience. It's hard enough running a guard briefing without his chair farting when he sits down.

The worst though is the entire week that she leaves notes for him everywhere. Literally hundreds of them. Even in places she shouldn't be able to get into.

Sticking out from his scabbard: Try pinching her nips. She'll love it.

In between two newly delivered reports: Do you roar like a lion when you...you know?

He almost bites this one I'm half eating his sandwich: Does your dingus have a nickname? I bet it's cute! The name, not the dingus. Ewwww.

The worst is the one tucked into the Inquisitor's breast band. She swears she has no idea how it got there. She hasn't seen Sera all day and it definitely wasn't there when she dressed that morning.

It doesn't say anything. It's just a crude drawing of a lion and lioness mating.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour with bonus short story

Cullen doesn't sleep on furniture or the bed during his bad withdrawals because he sweats so much. On those nights she lays on the floor with him.

Dejah was dead tired. A week and a half fighting wind and rain on the Storm Coast would do that too you. It was late and all of Skyhold was sleeping. Even Cass, Bull and Dorian were probably dead in their beds already.

She slipped into their rooms quietly and threw up the faintest of mage lights. She couldn't see Cullen's outline on the bed and her heart sank. She walked the room and found him on the stone floor by the hearth.

He was in his smalls alone, curled up on his side. He was shaking and moaning softly. She swiped a pillow from the bed and knelt down behind him. She gently lifted his head, curls wet with sweat, and laid it on the pillow.

"Shhh vehnan. I'm here." She whispered softly, stroking his hair. "Tell me what you need."

"You." It was a plea.

She laid down behind him, still in full leathers. She curled around him, wrapping one arm around his torso. He grabbed her hand so tight it was almost painful and held it over his heart.

He felt Dejah rest her forehead against his neck, her breath tickling the fine hairs. She started to sing softly and it was such a relief he nearly whimpered.

She was there. If he could just focus on her voice, her body curled around him, he could do this. He knew she was worried and full of fear. But she didn't show it. Right now she was the embodiment of serenity and he let it was over him.

He knew that the moment she was alone she would cry. She's so scared this will be the one he can't survive. She cries from pent up fear but mostly relief.

But not tonight. Tonight she was everything he needed. He can feel her love and with that he can endure.

[jacklyn-flynn]

G, U, W for Cullen x Dejah, please!

Gratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them? Both Cullen and Dejah are aware of what they other does for them, perhaps painfully so. As such, they show their gratitude quite a bit. Their Inquisitor/Commander relationship is very clear, but they like to show their gratitude to each other as people in little ways. Ways that are harder to find time for in a war. 

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic? They’ve both been through a lot so there’s a great deal of understanding when either of their baggage rears its head. Both of them would certainly like to know the other a little better, but with them being apart more often than not, it can be hard.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon. As previously mentioned in a HDJ, Cullen is ticklish. Also, he loooooooves when she washes or plays with his hair. 

As promised, here’s a little fluff to show all three. Enjoy!

Cullen hadn’t felt so relaxed in weeks. Dejah’s fingers worked the lather through his hair, massaging his scalp in a way that made his eyelids grow heavy. He would never take for granted the magic her slim fingers could work. Both literal and figurative. 

He pushed against the bottom of the tub to roll his head over the edge so that he could look up at her. She smiled down at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He reached up, hand dripping water, and cupped her cheek with his palm. The position of his hand allowed him to brush his thumb in the small hollow under her ear. He knew she loved when he teased that spot. 

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” He asked softly. Her smile widened and it made her eyes sparkle. 

“Mmmhmm,” She hummed, framing his face in her hands, covering him with softly scented bubbles. “I think so.” She said, leaning down to kiss him. She could feel the stubble on his chin against her nose. 

When she pulled back, she found his eyes still closed, a wistful smile on his face. She kissed the scar on his upper lip, then his nose and finally his forehead before she pulled back. 

“Keep your head like that while I rinse.” She instructed. Cullen nodded, eyes still closed as he savored the memory of her lips on his skin. 

Water poured over his hair, caught in a basin on the floor between her feet. When she was finished, she used a small towel to wipe the lather off of his cheeks, then to take some of the wetness from his hair. Her fingers brushed through the curling golden locks, making him sigh in pleasure. 

She laughed softly, continuing to play with his hair. “No wonder you Ferelden’s love your dogs so much. You share much in common. Shall I scratch behind your ears?” She teased. 

He opened his eyes and smiled. “I can think of much better things for you to do with those fingers.” 

Her hands moved down the side of his neck, over his shoulders. He lifted his head, resting it back against her shoulder as her hands moved ever lower. “I can think of a few things too…” She whispered in his ear. 

He felt his stomach tighten in anticipation as the tips of her fingers slid over the ridges between his muscles. However, what he expected was not what he got. 

“Maker’s bre-” He shouted when her fingers curled and wiggled against his sides, forcing involuntary laughter from him. Her own laughter joined his along with the sound of water sloshing over the sides of the tub and onto the floor. 

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour

Cullen loves making her whimper. A whimper is so pure and made of complete need and he loves having that power.

[jacklyn-flynn]

Headcanon du jour-NSFW

After having fantastic desk sex, Cullen likes to find excuses to take his lover all over Skyhold in other semi-private spaces. Back pantry in the seldom used kitchen, undercroft when Dagna is gone and of course, the war room.

Bull catches on quickly and loves giving him suggestions mostly because it makes him blush furiously. Cullen uses all of them.