#dragon age 2023

[nohr-selphias]

"I love you, Zevran. I hope you know that."

"Yes... Yes, I know that."

— commission art by @sinizade, posted with permission

[crunchyncrumbly]

days late da day post, my faves :)

[starsandskies]

Fenris

For @dalish-rogue <3

[horrorofcormac]

checking in on anders in act 3

[gogogodzilla]

day 8, almost getting caught

cullen rutherford x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, creampie, unprotected sex, war room sex, semi-public sex kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

You knew it was reckless, but that didn’t stop you for a second. You hardly had enough time to say ‘good morning’ before Cullen was off to his duties and you were off to yours. You couldn’t wait any longer.

The moment Leliana and Josephine left the war room you were rounding the table and pulling him into a heated kiss. He paid no mind to the markers you swiped off the map to make room for the two of you, he’d already memorized their locations during the meetings. 

You exchanged heated kisses as clumsy fingers moved to detach the armor and bits of cloth that dared to come between you. 

How you got into this position, back pressed against the hardwood of the table and him moaning above you, was a blur in your lust-filled mind. All you could focus on was how deliciously Cullen was stretching you and how much you needed more, more, more. 

You pulled him closer to you, raking your nails across the broad expanse of his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your touch, and you pressed your fingertips against the now-flushed skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to rut deeper inside you, causing you both to let out whines of pleasure.

“Inquisitor,” he groaned against the shell of your ear as he leaned over you, encompassing the whole of your body with his. 

Voices sounding outside the heavy wooden doors of the war room caused you to tense against Cullen and him to stifle a groan against your shoulder. 

“Josie, I’m sure you didn’t forget it,” Leliana’s voice was muffled behind the doors, but you’d recognize it anywhere. 

“I must be sure, Leliana. It’s my favorite quill; I’ll just be a moment,” came Josephine’s muffled response. Cullen froze above you, both of you straining to hear the conversation just outside the doors. 

“I think I saw it in the rookery when you walked up with me, maybe we should start there? I’m sure the Inquisitor and Commander are still discussing important matters.” Leliana’s voice rose at the last part of her bid to lead Josephine away, and you flushed. Nothing could get past your spymaster. 

It was quiet for a moment, and Cullen slowly picked up where he left off, thrusting deeply inside you. The gasp that escaped you when Cullen hit the particular spot that had your back arching against the hardwood was stifled by his lips against yours. 

The thought of getting caught sent a jolt through your body, and you clenched against him. His pace quickened, and you could tell he thought the same.

“Very well, we can check there first,” Josephine replied and the footsteps receded. 

Cullen cupped your face with one hand and, as his thrusts became sloppier, he kissed you. He pulled away after a moment, just enough to look you in your eyes as he fucked you.  With one final snap of his hips, you were coming undone and his name tumbled past your lips. 

He was soon to follow you off the precipice and he shuddered against you as his hips stilled within you. He pushed the hair out of your face and his gaze softened as he looked down at you. 

He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, then to your nose, and finally to your lips. “I missed you, my love,” he whispered against you. 

“Perhaps we should move this to my chambers before Leliana and Josephine come back,” you suggested, a small grin gracing your features. 

A blush spread across Cullen’s face, but he nodded and helped you dress. He was quick to put the markers back into their correct spots and drag you out of the war room to continue your reunion elsewhere.

[maxkennedy24]

<3 <3 <3

[knyazserebryanyy]

ZevWarden Week 2023 Day 1: Tradition and Trying New Things

Zevran Arainai × Merab Mahariel

[felassan]

I'm excited to visit Treviso (<- DA:TV spoilers at link) :D

[some burblings about Treviso here in this now somewhat-out-of-date post hh (ctrl-f Treviso)]

[soyavii]

while mermay is still here 🧜‍♀️

[paperwick]

A card for @virusq of Sigrun from Dragon Age: Origins Awakening!

I'm a little behind on cards right now due to a few things, but I'll be back on top of things soon! If you're interested in a card, check out my commission form here:

[gaiah]

ZevWarden Week Day 5: Bodies and Minds

[captainskells]

Jastober 26. your favourite song (but make it a dragon age fanart, in this case Elgar'nan) . prompts

"I'm the paper cut that kills you. I'm the priest that you ignored. I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made, but fuck all your plans I'm bored. Can't you hear that scratching?" - Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil

[kissingagrumpygiant]

Local knight enchanter would have had several homoerotic poems written about him had he been born in Arlathan

[too-many-lavellans]

Felt reinvigorated enough the other night to finally get a coloured image of Paragon's attire done, feels good man.

[gogogodzilla]

day 27, cuckholding

the iron bull x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, slight dirty talk, fingering, forced exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

The news of your betrothal came as a shock to you. Your parents hadn’t contacted you much after what happened at the Conclave. You figured they’d come crawling back once you became Inquisitor, their desperate need for fame overwhelming any disgust held toward you. 

Their letter came not long after Corypheus was dead and gone. It was Leliana and Josephine sharing nervous glances at the war table that clued you into something being off. Leliana was never nervous. Josephine silently handed you the letter, and you had an iron grip on it as you read. 

You could have the entire world at your disposal and you’d still be under your parents’ thumb. You saved the fucking world and here you were still doing their bidding. 

With the Iron Bull, it was different. You didn’t have to worry about following orders or giving them. You could just be, which is why when he held out a blindfold with that usual sly grin you took it without hesitation. The day your supposed betrothed was supposed to arrive was nearing, and you were desperate to forget it all. He had a surprise for you, he claimed. You’d take anything over worrying about your future. 

The weight of his hands against your shoulders was substantial, but it grounded you as you walked blindly through the corridors of Skyhold. A small part of you was giddy, your imagination running wild with whatever surprise he had for you. He carefully led you up some steps, the creaking of the door behind you sounding vaguely like the one to your bedchamber. Finally, you reached a landing and Iron Bull brought you to a stop. 

“Are you ready for this, kadan?” he asked, his excitement palpable. 

You nodded, giddy. Carefully, he pulled the blindfold off of you, and you blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted. You were in your quarters, just as you thought. Your attention was drawn to the chair set at the foot of your bed holding a man with his hands and legs tied and a gag in his mouth. He was shouting something at you, but the gag muffled his words. 

You raised a brow and turned to Bull, “Who is this?” 

He grinned, “This is the sorry piece of shit your parents are marrying you off to.” 

Your jaw dropped as you looked between Bull and the man tied up. 

“Why is he in my bedchamber?” 

“I brought him here.” 

“Why?”

Bull wrapped his hands around your waist, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “So he could see just how much you don’t need him.”

Your heart rate quickened at the thought. It was selfish for both of you. You wanted to show this man that you didn’t belong to him, and Bull wanted to show him just who you belonged to. 

You nodded, swallowing hard, “Okay.” 

His hands lingered up to undo the laces at the front of your shirt, and your gaze stayed glued to the man trapped in your room as it dropped to your feet. Bull was quick to loop his fingers in the waistband of your trousers and yank them down to your ankles. A small gasp left you as the man whimpered against the cloth in his mouth. 

“Get on the bed, kadan,” Bull whispered, and you sauntered toward your large bed. You climbed in and spread your legs for Bull as he neared. “Gonna take my time with you. We gotta give our guest a good show,” he said as he cupped your face and pressed his thumb past your lips. You eagerly swirled your tongue around the appendage as your core throbbed with arousal. 

Bull’s gaze remained fixed on yours as he removed his finger from your mouth and undid his pants. As they fell to the floor, your gaze drifted to his cock, already hard and massive as always. He climbed into bed behind you. You unconsciously leaned into Bull’s chest as his large hands spread your thighs, baring you to the man at the foot of your bed. You weren’t even sure what his name was. Not that it mattered anyway. 

Bull slid a finger through your already-dripping folds, and you preened against his touch. He used his free hand to slide up your thigh, across your abdomen, and then to your breasts, kneading the flesh there. He circled your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance, earning a mewl from you. 

He pressed his finger inside you, groaning as your pussy swallowed it eagerly. You arched against him and one hand drifted up to grip his bicep. You felt his muscles flex under your fingertips as he pumped his finger within you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as he swiftly added another one. You felt like you were being filled to the brim, and you loved it. 

You could feel Bull’s cock pressing into your back, hard and throbbing. You couldn’t wait until you had it inside you, ruining you over and over again. 

He extended his thumb to rub your clit while his free hand toyed with your nipples, eliciting high-pitched moans with every thrust of his hand. The man across you had tears streaming down his face, but the tent in his pants betrayed him. It seemed as if he couldn’t keep his eyes away from your ruined form. 

Iron Bull curled his fingers inside you, and you were sent tumbling over the edge. Your pussy held him in a vice grip and your vision went white as you came, shouting Bull’s name as you did. 

He rubbed his free hand over your thigh, humming. “You hear whose name she called?” he questioned, and the man’s eyes widened. “That’ll never be you.” 

He picked you up and laid you down so your head was at the foot of your bed. You let him move you however you wanted, limbs pliant in his grip as you came down from your high. 

He slapped his cock against your core, forcing you to focus on him. He was hot and heavy, and it was almost pitiful just how much you needed him. He slid himself through your folds, gathering your slick. 

Bull focused on the man at the foot of your bed, “You’re going to watch as I ruin them, and if I see you look away, I’ll slit your throat so fast you won’t even have enough time to pray to Andraste to save you.” 

You flushed at his words, an animalistic part of you was jumping for glee at Bull’s possessiveness. You wanted him to fill you and mark you as his own. You needed it. 

Bull slipped the head of his cock into your entrance, and you gasped. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to the sheer massivity of him. He drew steady circles against your clit as he slowly inched inside of you, the way he stretched you bringing tears to your eyes. 

He pressed a kiss against your cheek as he fully seated himself within you. The man was struggling against his restraints and you moved your head to look at him. 

Bull grabbed your chin and your gaze met his. “Eyes on me, kadan,” he murmured and you nodded obediently. 

He rewarded you with a roll of his hips. Your jaw dropped open to release a breathy moan as his pace slowly increased with every thrust. He hit the deepest parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. 

You whined as he mercilessly pounded into you, and tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you cried out his name. Your tits bounced with every drag of his cock, and you could feel your thoughts growing hazy, drunk on the feeling of him. 

He lifted your thighs and hit the spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars and clenching around him. You gripped Bull’s shoulders and pulled him closer, desperate for his lips on yours. 

He was quick to oblige you, and he leaned forward, practically bending you in half. His large palms were on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. He kissed you messily and hard, a mix of tongues and teeth clashing together. He slid his tongue across your bottom lip and a swift thrust of his hips had you gasping against him. He took the opportunity to trace the backs of your teeth with his tongue. 

You pulled away to moan his name. “I’m close,” you managed to whimper out between each rut of his cock bullying itself deeper within you. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with the squelching of your sopping cunt. It was enough for your cheeks to flush. 

“Tell our friend who’s making you feel this good,” he ordered as his hips stuttered against yours. He was getting close. 

“Mm— you, Bull! Only you!” you cried as you came around his cock. Your entire body spasmed as your orgasm crashed into you and you screwed your eyes shut. 

Bull followed you off the precipice after a few moments, finishing with one final thrust, burying himself deep inside you. You moaned as his release coated your walls and filled you to the brim. Slowly, he pulled out of you before thrusting back inside you, shoving his cum back in you. You whined at the feeling. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead as he pulled out of you completely, “You did good.” 

He rose from the bed and shuffled around your chambers, coming back with a damp cloth to clean you up and his pants hanging loosely around his hips. He kissed your lips softly once he was finished. He threw the cloth to the side and helped you get to the other side of your bed and under the covers. 

You finally spared a glance at the man at the end of your bed. Tears stained his cheeks and a large wet spot coated the front of his trousers. You clasped your hands in front of you, your gaze hardening. 

“You are going to withdraw your proposal. If you do not, my lover here,” you motioned to Bull who stood tall at your side, “will make sure your remains are not found. Do I make myself clear?” 

The man nodded furiously, a whimper escaping him. You hummed, satisfied. 

Bull grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and lifted him over his shoulder. “Just gotta take out the trash, then I’ll be back,” he grunted, a slight grin covering his features. 

“I eagerly await your return. Thank you, Bull,” you said, a soft look gracing your features. 

“Anytime, kadan.”

[sympateawithsugar]

Inktober 2023 Day 24: Shallow

Not me thinking about Morrigan's Sad Past