#f!hawke/isabela

[sissy-the-siren]

Managed to snag two worldstate comms from @maturiin! I'm so in love with my precious beans being in love!!!! LOOK AT HOW HAPPY AND CAREFREE THEY ALL ARE!!!

[narriose]

admiral

[nandivina]

Pose for the pic

(5 seconds later)

There's always that one couple, isn't there?

(separate drawings under cut)

[soul-siren]

As a bonus DA art:

I finished my replay of DA2 and forgot Hawke reacts in the banter with Isabela and Bethany.

Poor Terrwyn.

I was committed to the girl gang through the whole game, so poor Terrwyn had to listen to every banter of Isabela's attempts at corrupting her little sister for Act 1. 🤣

[zazikels]

worst downgrade in the history of downgrades

[sanzosin]

I just wanna say first that I love your art it's so beautiful. Second your Hawke I just want to hug her like she so cute.

I had question tho. Did your Hawke ever flirt with anyone besides Anders? Or is she a one person kind of girl?

My Hawke is a one person kinda girl , but ya know...when you show you care..sometimes ppl care back <3 and that's worth caring for!

Thank You for your kind ask and caring <3

BONUS

[ephemeronidwrites]

Have been sitting on this meme format from @hamartia-grander for ages, and finally got around to doing it for the game that ate my brain Dragon Age II. And yes, that's my custom Hawke in the bottom right.

[scarfacemarston]

saw your post saying that you want ideas for Fenris, so here's my 5 cents;

You know the romance ending for Fenris? Whenever I see it and I hear Varric say "a hero was born" for some reason that makes me think that it is giving us the idea that Fenris has become a dad, soooooo, any thoughts on Fenris as a dad?

Have a good day/night

Hey! I LOVE that idea. Seriously, that is so heartwarming to think of. It's been months since I've written hc and I've never written for Fenris before, but I hope you like it! I have bonus hc's from the crew below the cut. Background: Despite being together for over several years since Act 3 and the fact that they might as well have been married, Varric and crew still found themselves surprised to hear that Fenris and Hawke were pregnant/adopting. "Broody with a Broody Jr on the way? I knew it'd happen at some point; you owe me 50 coppers, Rivani."

If pregnant - Hawke was initially worried Fenris would leave them because of their first night together, but he had proven himself loyal to a fault numerous times, the thought thankfully disrupted quickly.

Fenris is the worrying warrior until after the baby is born, or if adopting, til they bring them home.  His mind is always going a mile a minute risk calculation and problem-solving for things that haven't yet happened. Hawke has to get him to snap out of it. He's extremely attentive partially because he tries to think about any possible situation and discomfort and how to avoid it. If Hawke is pregnant, he's ready, whether through ginger tea, soothing balms, hot towels, massages, craving outings, you name it.

It's not original, but the baby would definitely be named Bethany, Leandra, or Malcolm if it's a son. With adoption, he feels a little more in control. (I love the idea of Fenris having a daughter, so that's what I'm using her. Feel free to hc differently!)

The baby loves his voice. Adores it. She perks up whenever Fenris speaks, even if it's the quietest of murmurs or humming. Fenris would talk to the baby if his partner is pregnant, calming her down, especially if she starts kicking.  

He doesn't mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of her. He's lived on such little sleep before, but this was something worth it. He sometimes likes the quiet to reflect on his new life and gaze at the miracle in his arms.

Fenris has to be reminded to put her down sometimes so Hawke can hold her ---then Hawke has to be reminded to put down the baby so they can get work done.

Definitely lots of story time together and time spent reading books together. 

He wants his child to be curious about the world and not be afraid to question why things are the way they are. He encourages her to ask difficult questions, even if it's something he doesn't always want to answer. He will try to answer in an age-appropriate manner anyhow.

Incredibly protective. He never thought he'd have a family, and now he has someone who depends on him more than anything. He is never far from her; if he can't chase after them, she's in a playpen where he can keep watch. However, he also tells himself that falling and making mistakes is okay. Scratched knees or messes are to be expected. Fenris becomes very good at toeing the line between being protective and allowing her to pick herself up and figure out solutions "by herself." (Of course, he'll still be there to kiss it better or give her a boost.)

He and Hawke agree that they'd rather gift her love and time than gifts.

Somehow, Fenris has ended up with an extra Malbari, 2 cats, and a goat as pets.

He teaches her a lot of skills, Lots of nature excursions, and teaches her things like navigation, plant identification, starting a fire, and helping her learn a language. 

He and Hawke agree to teach her self-defense once she's old enough. He's a firm & thorough but patient teacher.

He and Hawke believe she should do whatever she pleases with her body. Does she want long-flowing hair? He'll show off his braiding skills. Does she want chopped hair like FemHawke? Done. 

If she turns out to be a mage, Fenris would accept it. He would know that was a possibility whether she was biologically theirs - because of Hawke's mage line or, if adopted, that it is a randomized gene. He would be lying if he didn't think their lives would be easier if she wasn't a mage - but that is because he is worried for her and the current politics - not so much because of his past treatment of mages. It would take him a little time to process it, but he would love her just the same……….he only hopes that Hawke or one of their friends can help with the magic because turning the floor into an ice rink or the smell of burnt hair can only be tolerated for so long.

Bonus:

The Hawke crew isn't always around, but I like to hear them stay in touch and visit. Maybe they still travel together. I hated the idea of them breaking up.

Varric has most definitely written a few adventures with her in mind - one being a talking animal version of Hawke's adventures. Another about griffons and another about malbari adventurers.

Merrill brings the sweetest gifts and loves telling stories and taking her foraging. Flower crowns are a must.

Isabela develops a liking for stuffed plushies. It started with a stuffed parrot, and before they knew it, the bed was crowded with stuff like Malbari, parrots, griffon, cats, and whatever she could find. Isabela also gives her her first pirate sword. Baby Hawke loves her jewelry.

Aveline - mage or not - offers to train her in combat. Of course, Hawke laughs and says, "She's a baby. I think she's fine for now." She'd offer to babysit - Hawke having a child really has her curious about starting her own family with Donnic when they can find the time. Donnic makes her a set of cards so she can "play" diamondback with them.

Anders offers medical care if he is around and also offers to tutor her in magic - but I think we all know what Fenris' thoughts on that would be. Still, Fenris would begrudgingly be thankful for any care he provided.

[almaverses]

The last fic I wrote was when I was 15 so this is new territory for me but I wrote cutesy F!Handers oneshot. Please be nice. ❤️❤️❤️

[hausdellamorte]

for research purposes

fandom: dragon age II

pairing: isabela x f!hawke x varric

summary: isabela and hawke recall their first night together and varric watches. for research purposes

ao3 link

some shamelessly self indulgent smut to kick off my dragon age sideblog

“Why, ladies, I want the book to be accurate!”, Varric chuckled after watching their played up reactions to his question. Hawke and Isabela were not the kind of people to ever get offended by any kind of sexual questions and Maker knows, these two felt no shame, even getting Varric to clutch his proverbial pearls occasionally. 

“Varric, you lie multiple times in the book”, Hawke said. 

“You actually also lie on our demand!”, Isabela added. 

He had called them up to his room in the Hanged Man, as he was currently working on Tale of the Champion and he finally got to the good parts. Less depressing tales of Hawke struggling with poverty, more love, more passion, more sex. And he knew how well sex sold. He wanted to get it right, he wanted to get it firsthand from his two favorite ladies in Kirkwall. 

For research purposes. 

Now they both sat on his bed, watching him eagerly as he explained the reason for their meeting to them. 

“Tell me how it went when you two first gave your bodies to each other in this unholy union.”

Both had pretended to faint, positively aghast by even the mere suggestion of talking about what the two of them did betwixt the sheets when nobody was watching. But he heard the stories. He heard them . Isabela’s room was right next to his and Hawke was vocal. 

He would be lying if he said that he didn’t like listening. He felt some sort of shame but he also knew these two and he knew that they wouldn’t mind. 

He also knew that they had been trying to get him to join them for quite a while now. He was sleeping with Hawke, although that was a plot he decided to keep out of his book. The one story he would never tell. 

Isabela had wanted to sleep with him for years and Varric would normally never turn down a woman like her but it didn’t feel right. To turn down Hawke but to sleep with her. Maybe he was a romantic after all.

He was also a little bit scared of her, frankly. He had heard the tales of what happened when these two absolute maniacs teamed up on someone. Blondie couldn’t walk properly for a week. 

Varric was content to watch. He was a storyteller after all. 

He needed the research, nothing more. 

“Oh, Varric, how much detail are you extorting from us?”, Isabela asked in a desperate voice, as if he was personally holding Bianca right up to her face. 

“I am not extorting anything from you, my beloved. I would never!”, he claimed, quill in hand. 

“Oh, no, but you are! Here we are, at the mercy of Kirkwall’s merchant prince as he is extorting us for personal intimate information! We are helpless!”, Hawke now said, dramatically falling back onto his bed, even mustering up a fake choking cry. 

“Please, I have heard you two talk about anal sex on the Hightown market in the presence of families and chantry sisters, don’t give me that now. Poor Daisy was shivering for weeks.” 

“It was probably blood loss from all the blood magic she’s been doing”, Isabela chuckled. 

“You hooligan, you rogue, you fiend , even”, Hawke continued and Isabela began to giggle. 

Varric rolled his eyes. 

“Alright, come on. I will share royalties with you.”

“And now he is paying us! Paying us for intimate information, oh, Maker why hath thou abandoneth meth”, Hawke cried out, shaking her fist at the ceiling. 

“Are you done?”, Varric asked. 

“I think so, yes”, Hawke answered sweetly, letting her fists fall back onto the mattress. 

Varric laughed and dipped his quill back into the ink, readying his parchment for his notes. 

“How did it start? What have you said to each other? Paint me a picture with your words”, he said. 

“So, it was after that job with that son of a bitch Lucky. We went to the Hanged Man - you were there, actually!”, Isabela said and now Hawke giggled. 

Always the giggles with these two , Varric thought and tried to hide the smirk on his face. 

“Oh, and you know me, I have an eye for fine booty”, she added and pinched Hawke’s thigh. 

“And there was something so darling about her. Like a little kitten who got lost. Do you remember how young she was, how fresh faced and innocent, unaware of all the horrors of the world”, Isabela sighed. 

“Don’t paint me as some old hag here! Also, I was aware of the horrors of the world, I am an apostate!”

“Shh, darling the adults are talking”, Isabela said and Hawke huffed. 

“So, she and I are talking. About that little expedition of yours and the job. We had some ale, we had some liquor, not a lot, mind you. Before you try to write this as a night of drunken passion, we were quite sober, actually.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I know how much the lot of you can drink before you become disorderly. Or, more disorderly than usual”, Varric mumbled as he wrote down his notes. 

“So we get up to my room. The room you barely ever mention in your stories. You know, that one”, Isabela continued.

“Yes, yes.”

“And I am telling you, the door barely closed and she was already taking my daggers! Threw them right on the ground! I jumped up into her arms and we fell onto the bed like this… Come here, sweet thing, show Varric”, Isabela said, purring the last sentence. 

It was then when it set in what Hawke was about to do with Isabela and she could barely hide the smile on her face. She tried not to play favorites with anyone, and frankly, it also depended on the day… the wind… how many times Anders said the word plight that day… but Varric and Isabela were truly special to her. Not that the others weren’t, but they were just… special. They were Varric and Isabela. 

Varric had the tendency to write and present himself to be smoother than he actually was, but Hawke knew the truth and she knew that Varric sometimes shied away from intimacy, with a look on his face that she could only describe as the expression of a frightened Halla. One of the reasons why Varric had always turned down her offers to have some friendly, platonic sex with him was his crippling fear of disappointing people. Hawke also thought that Varric was scared of being perceived in a way that he could not control, which was why he had the tendency to put himself into the position of the narrator. 

And she could accept that. She was happy that she finally got him to talk about his sodding feelings and she was finally allowed to kiss him, like she had always wanted. She brought up the idea of the two of them and Isabela once or twice but Varric had always chuckled and claimed he was scared he was not going to make it out of that one alive. Hawke read his body language and let it go. On his terms, then. 

This was a step in that direction and excitement spread across her body, with that familiar feeling of arousal stirring in her groin. 

Hawke turned to the side to give Varric a better view and let Isabela crawl on top of her, straddling her with those beautiful thick and soft thighs of hers. Hawke relished in feeling Isabela’s weight on top of her and almost instinctively, she put her hands on her hips. 

“So we land like this”, Isabela explained. 

“And I found two more knives!”, Hawke added, searching the leather straps of Isabela’s undergarments for the remaining small knives she hid there. 

She let out a triumphant “Aha!” as she found them again - Isabela delighted in putting them in slightly different places and telling Hawke that she would only touch her once she found all of the knives. It was like a reward. 

Hawke felt another small knife further in the back but she left it there, knowing that Isabela was planning something. 

“Good job, darling”, Isabela said sweetly, gently caressing Hawke’s cheek, coaxing a small sigh out of her. Hawke was nothing but pudding in Isabela’s hands. She couldn’t change it even if she tried, even if she wanted to try. 

Isabela now bent down, pressing her chest flush against Hawke’s and pressing a kiss to her lips. 

“So we go like this, right?”, Isabela said, turning to Varric who was eagerly watching them, quill still in hand. 

“And I say Oh, let me see what you are hiding under your coat ”, she continued, unbuttoning Hawke’s coat, the one she had been wearing ever since her father died. It was slightly too big on her, it had been too big on her father, hiding all of her proportions underneath leather, fur, belt buckles and leather straps. The red cloth she wore around her waist was just like a bow on a birthday present, ready to be unwrapped. At least, according to Isabela. 

Isabela swiftly undid all of those pesky belt buckles and leather straps and pulled the fabric aside, exposing Hawke’s ample chest to the two of them. 

“And then I say Oh my, how dare you hide this from the rest of us ”, she added, gently cupping Hawke’s breasts spilling out of her slightly ill-fitting corset. 

“Also, darling, I told you to throw that one out, it does not fit you properly”, Isabela reprimanded her and Hawke frowned. 

“It’s one of my favorites. It used to fit.”

“Yes, it used to fit when you were still starving!”, Isabela fussed and shook her head. 

“Before you got nice and plump up in Hightown”, she then added, playfully squeezing Hawke’s hips and pressing another kiss behind Hawke’s ear. Hawke hummed, leaning into the feeling of Isabela’s soft lips on her skin and resisting the urge to grind up against her as the arousal began to spread.

“And then, because she truly underestimates my capability of hiding knives on me, I do this”, Isabela said and pulled the knife Hawke had previously left there out from underneath her dress. Or shirt. Hawke still didn’t know what it was exactly. Sometimes she wore it with pants, sometimes she didn’t. 

“And then…”, she said, motioning Hawke to get up so she could reach the back of her corset and bringing the knife to the strings that were holding it together. 

“I cut this open because I know how expensive these things are when you cut them in the front but those strings are cheaper to replace and you don’t waste an entire corset, Varric. ”

“Hey, it was once and I bought her a new one!”, Varric defended himself from his chair and Hawke giggled again. 

She felt Isabela’s knife on her back and eagerly awaited the feeling of the blade whispering over her skin, touching her, maybe even nicking her skin once or twice but Isabela never applied enough pressure to fully put her knife into Hawke. 

The tight laces of the corset snapped as Isabela cut through them and she quickly tore it away from Hawke’s chest, letting her breasts spill out entirely. Isabela still had a firm grasp on Hawke’s neck, holding her up while straddling her, knife still in hand. 

It was moments like this where Varric wished he was a painter instead of a writer because no words in any language could ever describe the absolute beauty of these two women, especially when they were paired together. His gaze lingered on Hawke’s exposed chest, the pale skin a stark contrast to the soft pink of her nipples, the same color as her lips, as he had noticed a while ago. 

Isabela let Hawke fall back onto the bed and she cupped both of her breasts again, unable to fit them into her hands entirely. Her soft hands caressed Hawke’s nipple, slowly circling them. Varric could practically watch them perk up and a shiver overcame him, but he was only there for research purposes so he grabbed his quill and took his notes. 

“Are you still following?”

“Oh, trust me, Rivaini, I am”, Varric mumbled and he looked back at the two of them. 

Hawke’s cheeks were flushed and her lips were slightly parted, eagerly awaiting Isabela’s next turn. Varric could only imagine how much enjoyment Isabela got out of the fact that, while Hawke may tell them where to go during the day, it was Isabela who was in charge the second they were alone. 

He watched as Isabela quickly undid Hawke’s pants, throwing her boots across the room and exposing the rest of Hawke’s body to the two of them. 

Varric recalled the first time he had seen her naked. How much of her there actually was. He remembered wondering what he was supposed to do with all that leg he had there right in front of him. He also, although begrudgingly, remembered that Hawke was still able to tickle the sole of his foot with her toes while he had his head between her thighs. Varric also remembered seeing that soft, black hair growing above her pussy and he remembered his slight disappointment when she wasn’t as hairy as the dwarven women he had been with before. Almost felt like a nug. Why would he want to sleep with a nug? 

He watched Isabela gently touch Hawke’s thighs, coaxing them apart as she positioned herself between them again. 

“And there she was, entirely at my disposal. Big bad, thug-killing Hawke with the big mouth”, Isabela mused, once again gently touching Hawke’s sides. Varric could see her shiver ever so slightly. 

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here”, Hawke said, her voice high pitched. 

“Shh, sweetheart. Right now you’re just a storytelling tool for Varric and me, alright? You don’t have to do anything”, Isabela purred again and Varric watched Hawke melt into his mattress, any kind of protest dying in her throat. 

“You’ll have to tell me your secret, Rivaini, she is never that quiet with me. She bites, too”, Varric said. 

“As if you don’t like it”, Isabela claimed and Varric shrugged. 

“Also, I am telling you. A woman’s touch does wonders. ”

“I am still not letting you touch Bianca.” 

“Not even right now when I am helping you write your book?”, she asked innocently, pouting at him playfully. 

“No, sweetheart. Not even now that you are helping me write my book.” 

“Oh, you stubborn little man, you”, she said dismissively and turned her attention back to Hawke. 

“Anyway, where were we? Oh, yes, so I look at her and tell her ‘ How dare you hide that from all of us!’ And she said ‘Some of us get cold, Isabela’ ”, she continued, giving an impressively accurate impression of the way Hawke talked. 

Varric dutifully wrote down that dialogue. Other details could and would change but he was a stickler for dialogue; he needed to get it right. 

“And I said ‘Then let me make sure I warm you right up, sweet thing.’ ”

And with that, Isabela pressed another kiss to her lips, lingering there for a moment as they both smiled at each other, before hungrily deepening the kiss. Something told Varric that this was not part of the show they were intending to put on. He knew the look of someone pining for Hawke but being too terrified of the commitment to actually say something - he did own a mirror. 

He noted down the kiss and then looked back up to watch Isabela kiss down Hawke’s neck, playfully biting her collar bone before dipping deeper and putting her plush lips on Hawke’s nipples. Hawke moaned sweetly as Isabela began to suck on her boobs, biting her here and there, while Hawke began to squirm under her touch. 

“Patience, darling, we need Varric to get all of the details”, Isabela said and smiled as she moved lower on Hawke, firmly positioning her head between her thighs. 

Varric found it harder and harder to concentrate with the way Hawke sounded as Isabela touched her. He felt his cock strain against the fabric of his pants, but he could not give up his position here. 

Focus on the notes. 

Varric wondered if he was some kind of masochist the way he constantly denied himself pleasure but he decided that this sort of problem would be something the Varric from the future could think about. 

He listened to Hawke’s soft moans and gasps as Isabela slowly and expertly ate her out. She knew exactly how Hawke worked now, they had been doing this for a couple of years at this point and she knew how much Hawke hated the slow part of it. She was impatient, sometimes. Focused on the quick and hard release, very close to what she was like in combat. Her fighting was offensive, her magic hit with a force and intensity Isabela rarely saw in a mage. Just like Anders, Hawke sometimes fought like a cornered animal. 

Now, however, she was squirming underneath the feeling of Isabela’s mouth on her clit. Hawke liked intense and punishing pleasure, a fact Isabela delighted in. She sucked hard on Hawke’s clit, creating a vacuum as she repeatedly flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot between her thighs. Hawke had grabbed her hair, undoubtedly messing up her hairband, as Isabela gently pushed two of her fingers inside of Hawke. She glanced to the side to check if Varric was still watching and she almost burst out laughing as she saw him eagerly taking notes. 

What a strange individual , she thought, as she gently pumped her fingers inside Hawke, teasing her with pace and smiling against her when her moans of pleasure quickly turned into grunts of frustration. 

“Patience, Hawke, I am not trying to write a short story here. You need to give me something to work with”, Varric said lowly from his chair and Isabela swore that his voice made Hawke clench with pleasure. 

“Oh, Varric, talk to her more, she liiiked that”, Isabela said as she came up for air. 

“Rivaini, I fear I don’t have a speaking role in this scene, but I will note it down for another time.”

“May I watch? I wanna see her melt under those strong, rough hands and that sweet, sweet voice of yours.” 

“Of course you can”, Varric promised, avoiding eye contact for a second.

“I promise I won’t laugh at your arse. Mari told me it was small”, she said. 

Hawke laughed. Unfortunately he knew that laugh. She had a specific laugh every time she talked about man asses. This was it. He he he he . 

Varric scoffed. 

Isabela returned to her previous position between Hawke’s thighs, adding her mouth back to the equation after leaving Hawke with only her agonizingly slow fingers still pumping in and out of her. 

“Isabela, please ”, Hawke whimpered, bucking her hips against Isabela’s fingers deep inside of her. 

“Good job, that’s exactly what you said”, she whispered, pressing a rewarding kiss to the inside of her thigh. 

“Say it again, I don’t think Varric heard you.”

“No, I don’t think I caught that”, the dwarf commented from his chair, a wicked smirk on his face.  Hawke grumbled. 

“No, that’s not what you said. Try again, sweet thing”, Isabela purred, withdrawing her fingers and dragging her tongue lazily up and down Hawke’s pussy, while the younger woman squirmed. 

“Isabela, please ”, Hawke said again, louder this time. 

“ Good girl ”, Varric and Isabela said at the same time. 

“Maker”, Hawke whined, arching her back. 

“ Please ”, she begged again and Isabela smiled. 

“You got all of that, Varric? I wouldn’t want you to miss any of this.”

“No, Rivaini, I got it. I think you can move on to the next part.” 

They both laughed and Hawke felt her cheeks blush even deeper. She should not be relishing in the humiliation of being this exposed, of having them laugh at how aroused this situation made her but she was . She wanted Varric to see how fast Isabela made her cum, she wanted to hear a comment about how easy she was in general. She wanted Varric to watch . She loved it when he watched. She loved the vulnerability of being perceived in that way. She had thought about Varric watching her once, when she was alone. Thought about what comment he could possibly come up with watching her cast a milder version of Spirit Bolt on her clit, willingly torturing herself with those small shocks. She thought about what he would think about her casting an ice spell, getting her fingers to freezing temperatures before playing with her nipples. She wanted him to see her and Anders, her and Sebastian…

Deep in the thoughts of always having Varric’s eyes on her, she didn’t even hear the other comments Isabela made, she just focused on Varric, his presence in the room and the fact that he was writing down the pleasure someone else gave her right now. She was vulnerable to him, his perception of her and this should terrify her but it did not. Quite the opposite. She felt Isabela sucking on her clit, she felt Varric watch her and she wanted to put on more of a show for him and she arched her back, grabbing her own tits and frantically massaging them as she neared her completion. She moaned again, loudly, clasping her thighs around Isabelas neck and pushing her further into her pussy as she began to grind against Isabela’s pierced tongue. 

She came hard and fast, just the way she liked it and Isabela did not let go of her, quite the opposite. She sucked on her sensitive clit, giving her not even a second to relish in that orgasm, overstimulating her further. Hawke did not want Isabela to stop, she did not want Varric to stop watching. Her lustful moans turned into high pitched whimpers as the relentless stimulation she got from Isabela drove her right into the highs of another orgasm right after her first one and she drove her fingernails into the soft skin of her breasts. 

Isabela finally let up and got up between her thighs, looking at the sweaty, panting Hawke right in front of her. A proud smile spread on her face and she gently touched Hawke’s cheek again. 

“Such a good girl”, Isabela said sweetly and she saw Hawke giving her a lopsided smile. 

Oh, there was that praise that she chased so much. 

She looked over at Varric who was looking at the two of them. 

“I am surprised that I do not see you with your hands in your pants there, Varric.”

“Told you, Rivaini, I am just here to write my book. This is just for research purposes.”

“Research purposes?”

“Research purposes.”

Isabela chuckled. 

“As you wish then.”

[seigephoenix]

Welcome to DADWC! I thought I would combine the prompts “Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?”   “Not until four.” and fumbling, laughing sex! Maybe for Bull/your inquisitor, or f!Hawke/Isabela?

Happy Friday!! For @dadrunkwriting I couldn't quite fit the dialogue prompt in there for these two, but I can fit it in with Adelaide/Bull so I'll do that separate. I just loved the idea of giggly sex for Isabela and Marian. They're meant for this.

Content Warning: smut, fingering, slight possessive talk (but she loves it) Length: ~1.1k

Marian Hawke was nothing if not resourceful.  Varric warned her about what she was attempting to do, that this would end in disaster if she was caught.  When did Marian ever listen to sound advice?  Varric threw up his hands and let her suffer the consequences.  She grinned as she pulled on the sturdy rope until Isabela stepped into her quarters in Skyhold.

“Quite the fancy digs here Hawke.  Moving up in the world?” Isabela straightened and looked around at the luxurious room.  They certainly spared no expense here in the Inquisition, and Isabela was glad she accepted the proposition to work for them.  Marian grinned at her and held out her arms.  Isabela chuckled and stepped closer until those arms closed around her in a comforting hug.

“I’ve missed you.”  Hawke pressed her nose into the thick strands of Isabela’s hair, smelling the sea and that sultry perfume that was all Isabela.  Marian remembered when she’d gifted it to the pirate queen, and Isabela always wore it whenever they were together.  Her fingers tangled in Isabela’s shirt.  “So much.”

“Have you now?” The purr had Hawke’s heart kicking up a notch.  Only Isabela could do that to her with just her voice.  Marian shivered when her lips trailed under her jaw to her ear.  “Missing me this bad that you’re already soaked through Hawke?”  Her hand trailed up Marian’s thigh before settling between her thighs, pressed up against her aching core.

“You know I have.”  Marian chuckled as she ran her fingers through Isabela’s hair.  “Just as you’ve missed me if those letters you send are any indication.”  They both grinned before Marian leaned in and covered her lips in a hungry kiss.  Marian slowly backed them until Isabela’s knees hit the bed and with a slight push from Marian, she collapsed onto the soft comforter.

Marian paused to drink in the view, a view she’d sorely missed these last few months since leaving Kirkwall.  There was no replacing Isabela in her life, it had been as if a very vital piece of her was missing.  Loving Isabela was never boring, and Marian craved that giddy feeling every day she was gone.  Isabela arched her back and touched her top lip with her tongue as she noticed Hawke staring.

“Why just look when you can touch Hawke?”  She leaned forward and grabbed Marian’s wrist before pulling her down onto the mattress as well.  Hawke landed with a laugh that was cut short as Isabela twisted and wound up sitting on top of her.  “This reminds me of that first night we had together.”  Marian trailed her hands up Isabela’s sides before coming back to rest on her hips.  “I was shocked that you were able to hold me up like that.”

“I quite enjoyed that expression on your face.”  Isabela huffed at the grin on Marian’s face.  She truly had been shocked the mage had been able to hold her up so easily, that was when Isabela realized that there were more sides to Hawke than she knew about.  It was that thought that had her coming back for more and more until she realized she was addicted to Hawke herself.  Hawke drew Isabela to her but Marian made her stay.

Isabela jumped when she felt the spark of electricity dance across her skin, followed by the languid warmth that was Marian’s magic.  “You little imp.” Isabela laughed at the mischievous grin on Marian’s face.  Isabela never took for granted the fact Marian was just as adventurous as she in the bedroom.  Their appetites matched and pushed each other towards more and more, but there was always a line Marian never crossed.  Isabela remembered that day.  I don’t wish to introduce new partners to our bedroom.  I am an inherently selfish bitch and I’m not about to change.  The sounds you make, your back arching, and the name spilling out of your lips will be mine and mine alone.  Isabela had never been into the whole jealousy and being possessive over your partner bit, she loved a too freely for that to factor into her life.  Until Marian said those words in that voice as low as a growl.  A switch flipped in her that night.

“You look distracted.”  Marian’s grin told Isabela all she needed to know.  She leaned down and brushed her lips across Marian’s.  Lightly and just enough to tantalize before she pulled back.  “Now who’s the imp?”  Her fingers tightened on Isabela’s hips when she shifted just slightly.  Just enough to send a little spark of heat through her body.

“But you do so love it when I’m like this Marian.” Isabela trailed her lips up her jaw until her teeth tugged at Marian’s earlobe.  “How do you want it tonight Marian?  Fast or slow?  Tender or feral?”  Marian shuddered and her hands squeezed at the thought.

“Neither.” Isabela turned to her in surprise before Hawke expertly flipped them over and she was looking up at Marian.  Her hand rested low on her belly, with the heel of Marian’s palm just above where she ached for her touch.  Isabela groaned when Marian’s fingers swiftly tugged the buttons and buckles free until her shirt pooled on the floor beside the bed.  Marian leaned down and closed her lips over her nipple, earning a cry from the pirate queen.  Her teeth tugged until Isabela’s nails bit through her shirt into Hawke’s back.  She sucked hard just next to her nipple, leaving a mark forming already.

“You do so love to leave marks on me don’t you?” Isabela chuckled as Marian soothed the sting with her tongue.  Marian’s fingers slipped beneath her panties to softly tease around her clit.  “I forgot what a big tease you are.”  Marian grinned and leaned down until her teeth nipped the shell of her ear.

“No you didn’t.”  Isabela swallowed as the heat burned in a hot throbbing mess between her legs.  She claimed Marian had been soaked but there was no saving her smalls anymore.  Her head fell back at the little zap against her clit, just enough to tease and torment her.

“You cheat using your magic like that.”  Isabela’s breaths came in choppy pants as her body tensed with pleasure.  “I love it.”

Marian chuckled as she ground her palm against her.  Isabela’s sharp cry bounced off the walls as she warmed her hand up.  Her lips pulled back in a smug smile when she felt Isabela clench hard around her, her walls fluttering around her fingers as she came down from her orgasm.  Marian’s body ached for her but she always made sure Isabela found her pleasure first.  She enjoyed seeing her come apart, crying her name out, nails carving marks into her back, and no one else’s.

Isabela pulled her down for a sweaty, clumsy kiss full of giggling when they heard a knock at the door.  Both women paused and Marian turned towards it.  “Yes?” She glared at Isabela when the pirate queen giggled at how her voice cracked.

“Hawke.”  They both recognized Cullen’s voice and Marian grinned at how uncomfortable he sounded.  “The Inquisitor asked me to relay the message that Isabela is more than welcome to go in through the front door.  Please don’t scale up the castle walls.”  Marian burst out into laughter at how uncomfortable he sounded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Commander.”

“Hawke please.  You scandalized one of the Orlesian nobles.  They thought someone was breaking into their room.  Just.”  Cullen paused.  “Just don’t do it again.”

“Fine, fine.”  They heard his footsteps retreat and broke into a fit of giggles.  Marian collapsed onto the bed next to Isabela as she held her sides from how hard she was laughing.

“I wonder which noble it was?” Isabela asked as they stared up at the ceiling after winding down.

“I’m sure the Inquisitor will let me know tomorrow.”  Hawke grinned and rolled.  Her elbows rested on either side of Isabela’s head.  “But I’m not done with you yet.”

“Such a charming seduction.” Isabela grinned as Hawke leaned down to brush her lips against hers.  “I can’t wait.”

[tiberius-kirks]

I know I should be playing origins and inquisition to prep for veilguard when I eventually get it but for the life of me I think hawke may be one of my favorite characters of all time

[1ncend1ary]

its like a fun little surprise of what i'm going to post each day. i know i tend to flip around with my art because i'm just drawing for me, but currently i've been doodling my dnd character (post when its done) + my dragon age zombie apocalypse au that i've been writing with the help of one lovely @rando-lesbo210

[flashhwing]

why am i so very tempted to start a new da2 playthrough with the purpose of like. collecting notes for the mage twin au. i have so many playthroughs in progress. i started a new one last week.

[elfrootlover420]

tempted to start writing fic just so there is more damn wlw fics in this fandom

[lith-myathar]

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