#iron bull x trevelyan

[mimorugk]

Andraste's flaming sword …. 🧎

[camelliagwerm]

I mean, once we've stopped the assassins and all that.

[mx-pastelwriting]

𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

⭑ 𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ��𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙐𝙥 ⭑

𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 | 𝙁𝙚𝙣'𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡 | 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛

𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙨

𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙙

𝙄𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙪𝙡𝙡

𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙧 | 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚

𝙀𝙢𝙢𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣

𝙇𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜

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[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.”

[plisuu]

when it’s someone you care about, you give them what they need

[mxfitforge]

I’m absolutely geeked for the new installment of Dragon Age coming out later this year, so I finally managed to squeeze in some time to finish coloring this piece of my Dragon Age: Inquisition faves, my “Canon” Inquisitor Trevelyan and The Iron Bull. Had a blast with this one. Here’s to more “MAYHEM!” 🧡💜

[leopardmuffinxo]

A surprise, I’ll admit. But not a problem. [x]

[sangre]

A few weeks past the fall of Corypheus, the eagle-eyed Inquisitor Trevelyan inquires after The Iron Bull's first impression of him. “Charger’s Honor.” Nikolai crosses two fingers over his heart. “Back then, did you think me a mere human?” The gesture is, of course, only a tease. He doubts that the Iron Bull would lie unless it was absolutely what Nikolai needed to hear. Right now, he wants the truth. No matter where it gets him. – OR: A Ben-Hassrath spy and a changeling walk into a bar. They do not stay long.

[veatomis]

Commission I did for @fenrisisms of their inquisitor Syracuse and Bull being in love and acting cute together <3

[copiasthighhighs]

Spoilers under the cut !

Seeing my Lavellan and Trevelyan inkies in datv is like seeing someone you haven’t seen in years. Welcome back, Avourel Lavellan and Rinan Trevelyan.

I have some art ideas.. hm..

I need Rinan to at LEAST mention Bull during this second play-through. I loved seeing Dorian’s letter to a romanced inky and thought it was so sweet. 🥲

A little saddening to see the human tattoo’s inkies had in da:i go so I gotta compromise for Rinan, but also.. instead of being upset about it, what if I just make it canon that he got different facial tattoos after he and Bull got married…?

I’m also going to be honest and say with having beaten the game once, I don’t really.. care a whole lot for Neve… SUPER COOL CHARACTER!!! Her design and everything is amazing and I love it. Just not my type or anything. I thought her and Lucanis getting together was really sweet though. Same with Emmrich and Strife.

I’m romancing Davrin with Meraad this time and so far, I’m loving his romance. I loved Taash’s story solely because I relate so heavily on the “came out as trans/non-binary and had an argument with my mom. Before I could apologize for said fight, she died” arc. (Rudy lore dropped) But that’s just me. I loved how blunt they were with certain aspects and treated Spite like a misbehaving child. I also just really love Taash as a whole.

On the same note with Neve, I’m trying so hard to enjoy more of Harding. She’s such a cutie patootie in this game but once again, not my type and I don’t want to seem mean… Like I enjoyed her presence in da:i, but that’s pretty much it. I never flirted with her once out of my like… 6-7 play-throughs of that game.

I also do not care for Solas in the slightest. Cool story. That’s all I have to say for that egg. I didn’t like him much in da:i, I cannot say I like him any better in datv. And the heavy favoritism for solavellan??? I tried doing a solavellan run in da:i and couldn’t. Guys don’t kill me PLEASE.

But on a whole other note, I thoroughly enjoyed this game. The combat and scenery are amazing. I will say that the animation to pet Assan looks a little stiff but it’s alright. Might post more about my thoughts on Davrin’s romance.. hm.. We’ll see.

[mimorugk]

"Kadan..." "My heart..."👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[camelliagwerm]

What about what you need?

[imdoingaokay]

May I ask for DAI romance companions reaction to their lover making them a LOVELY piece of artwork for them??

Also if you wouldn't mind, Solas’ reaction as well?

Solas will always be included in the romanced companion dai lineup unless stated otherwise, so don’t you worry my dear anon. And so will Varric because I might as well do what Bioware was too much of a coward to do.

Sorry I've been gone for so long, I've been kept busy with nursing school. Good news, I passed my first semester! Woohoo! I'm hoping to get some more stuff out before I go back to school, wish me luck lol!

A rarely seen, but rumored skill that the Inquisitor had was art. Perhaps being raised the way they were, they got exposed to it and just had a knack for painting, more specifically, painting portraits.

If The Inquisitor’s friends were to glance at the leatherbound notebook they kept so tightly to their person, they would see multiple sketches of landscapes, animals, and the people The Inquisitor came across on their journeys. However, The Inquisitor kept this notebook tucked away in their bag or their jacket when they traveled, so it was seldom seen… almost.

One day, during a somewhat slow day of pomp and circumstance, the lover of the Inquisitor just so happened to come across the notebook… unprotected.

The pair had been taking some time away from stuffy nobles and constant threats to enjoy each other’s presence, except, when a messenger came by, claiming that Leliana had a report for the Inquisitor and the Inquisitor alone, they simply got up and left. Not before leaving a kiss on the cheek of their lover. The Inquisitor’s lover knew it was an invasion of privacy, but, it was the Inquisitor’s fault for keeping it there. So, curiosity bubbling over, the lover peered over to see what had the Inquisitor so fascinated moments before.

It was a sketch of them, of their face. A waist-up portrait of them.

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Rainer couldn’t help but break out into a smile, he had been working so hard on the little griffon he had been making that he hardly noticed how furrowed his brow must’ve looked. His finger lingered on the subtle details spread across the page, some details so small he wouldn’t have noticed had he not picked up the piece of art and studied it closer.

Cassandra: Cassandra hadn’t even thought of the whole invasion of privacy, in a split second, she grabbed the notebook and stared at the Inquisitor’s work. The book she had been reading was long forgotten. And it had all but dematerialized when she saw the sketch of herself. She could feel a blush slowly creep up her cheeks until she was certain her entire face was red. At the slightest noise, she shoved the notebook back to its original spot, only to quickly pick it back up and inspect her lover’s handiwork.

Cullen Rutherford: He took the longest to finally look, pondering whether or not he would invade his lover’s privacy by taking the shortest peek.

He breaks, of course, less than a minute after he begins his internal debate.

He hurriedly flips through the pages and finds their most recent work, and his breath hitches. 

He traces the beautiful sketch and finds himself mirroring the facial expression The Inquisitor caught him in. He can’t help but get lost in the drawings his Inquisitor has created. Still, every time a soldier walks in, it breaks him from any immersion he had, resulting in an innocent soldier watching the Commander fumble with a notebook.

The first time it happens, Cullen decides against looking again, placing it back in its original place.

Dorian Pavus: The second the Inquisitor was out of sight, Dorian casually grabbed and flipped through the pages of his lover’s notebook happily before stopping, the last page was a sketch of him. He pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin spreads across his face. He inspects every stroke, line, and scribble that decorates the page for what feels like ages. And if someone were to walk by, he doesn’t put it away, a part of him wanting to get caught by his lover. Eventually, he hears his amatus’ voice from far away, and after some deliberation, he decides to return the notebook to its rightful place, positioning it to look untouched.

Iron Bull: He’s subtle, his fingers trace the sketch so gently he can barely feel the paper underneath. He hides the book well behind his large hands and smiles to himself as he traces the image with his eyes. He’s impressed with The Inquisitor’s knowledge of anatomy, as every muscle Bull has appeared to be on display in the portrait. 

He’s one of the only ones who keep the notebook in their grasp, watching his kadan tense up and begin to blush.

“If you wanted me to pose, you could’ve just asked me.” He smiles.

Josephine Montilyet: She takes a minute, and assures the Inquisitor is far enough away before she peaks at the sketchbook. A blush creeps up her face before she’s giggling and kicking her feet as she looks at her lover’s drawing. She’s convinced they took a few artistic liberties as she believes she looks far better in the picture than she does in real life.

Regardless, she becomes satisfied, places the sketchbook back down, and settles back in her chair, reinvigorated.

Sera: She’s immediate, completely snatching up the book before The Inquisitor even leaves, if her lover notices Sera, she attempts to hold it away, claiming they were asking for it when they left it out in the open. She does everything to get away, including climbing on the roof. But once she realizes what her lover drew, she pauses. 

Eventually, The Inquisitor finds her and watches Sera slowly look up, “You made this? I… I’ve never seen… a drawing of me before.” Before breaking out into a grin, she whispers, “Why would you hide this?! This is great!”

Solas: He looks, finding himself far too curious for his own good. Once he sees his portrait, he smiles and leans back in his chair, admiring the work his vhenan put into the piece. He waits for his lover to return, nonchalantly handing over the sketchbook and kissing his lover’s cheek.

“You should draw more often.” He says, “Or maybe I should draw you.”

Varric Tethras: This man read Hawke’s personal journal, The Inquisitor should’ve expected him to look. 

He takes a peak, which turns into a long stare, as he becomes enraptured by the portrait. Soon, he breaks out into a grin and waits for his lover’s return, holding the sketchbook like a trophy.

“Maybe you should do illustrations for my book from now on.” He suggests.

[jazzajazzjazz]

Bull and (incredibly gorgeous) Inquisitor Sabine commission for @wildmelon — thank you so much ♥️

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[plisuu]

hap fri beloved how about for connor x iron bull a skosh of lord huron cuz I love them: oh, go on, baby, hurt me tonight / haunted spirits that I know I saw / they see no ghosts in me at all

It's time to talk safewords, but Connor doesn't quite understand and Bull doesn't even know where to start unpacking it all.

tw: non-explicit sex talk, relationship trauma, shitty ex is shitty, implied past non-consent/revoked consent, past unhealthy/non-negotiated kink

wc: 900 @dadrunkwriting

Connor knew the rules of this game, of submission and compliance - when to give, when to take, how to turn off his thoughts and drift through the haze of pleasure and endure the sharp edge of pain. He was good at that, at accepting what he was given and pushing through the parts that bordered on unbearable. It was familiar, a dynamic he and Weston had explored and embraced.

"Outside this room, nothing changes."

That part was familiar too. Before, he was Knight-Captain. Here, he was the Inquisitor. Everything that happened between them, behind closed doors, was private—a dirty secret unbecoming of his station. He knew that, and he nodded along as Bull watched him closely.

"If you're ever uncomfortable—"

"I’ll be fine."

It was an automatic response. The wrong one, he realized, when Bull stopped talking to look at him, scrutinizing, scanning his expression. Connor glanced away, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.

"I mean… I want to do whatever you want. You can do whatever you'd like," he tried to amend, turning more and more pink by the second in the wake of Bull's silence, his anxiety growing with each word. "I… I can handle it."

Bull remained quiet, and Connor tried to force his hands to still. Maybe Bull wanted more pushback - Weston never did, but Bull seemed like the kind of guy who might want a bit more fight. Or maybe it was just… too soon? Was this being too pushy? Connor began to assemble an apology, trying to piece together what he should apologize for, and then stopped himself. Maybe Bull was mad that he had been interrupted, maybe it would be better to just stay quiet and see, and hope he wouldn't suffer for it later.

"If you ever want me to stop," Bull started again carefully, "say 'katoh', and it's over."

"To… stop?"

"Yep. No questions asked."

"No questions asked?" he repeated the words blankly.

"Yeah. If you didn't trust me, I figure you'd've asked me to leave."

"That’s not—I do trust you." Is that what this was? That Bull didn't think he trusted him? That he needed an out?

Bull frowned at his hesitance. "If this doesn't work for you, don't worry about it." He moved to stand. “No hard feelings.”

"Please, don't go," Connor replied, the words tumbling from him, fast and breathless. He sounded desperate. He felt desperate as he grasped around blindly for an explanation he couldn't find. He needed this, needed it so badly that he felt his chest tighten and tears that threatened to spill at the idea of losing it so soon, just barely after he had finally mustered up the audacity to even ask. What did Bull want from him? Was this some kind of test?

"What's on your mind, boss?"

"I don't… Why would I ask you to stop?"

The look Bull gave him was unreadable. Connor felt an undercurrent of anger, a subtle shift in the room as Bull leaned back against the desk, causing the wood to creak under the strain and Connor shrank back slightly, wondering what he had said wrong. Every part of him was tense, waiting for Bull’s reaction, waiting for the inevitable reprehension, but Bull’s expression quickly returned to something more nonchalant and his posture relaxed. Connor wasn’t sure if that was better or worse as he shifted uncomfortably under the Qunari’s stare.

"You've done this before, yeah?" Bull asked.

Connor crossed his arms and then uncrossed them, fidgeting with the edge of his sash instead. "I know what I'm asking for, if that's what you're getting at."

"Never said you didn't, boss. What kind of rules did you have?"

“… Rules?”

"Yeah. You know, ‘don’t hit me in the face’ kind of of stuff."

"We didn't have any."

“And that worked for you?”

“I… yes?”

"Did you have a watchword?"

"A watchword…?"

Bull's knuckles grew whiter with each question as he gripped the edge of Connor's desk.

"How'd he know when to stop?"

His tone wasn’t accusing, but the rage that simmered beneath was barely concealed as Connor fumbled for an answer. With Weston, there was no stopping. He could sob and beg and Weston would sweetly wipe away his tears and tell him how pretty he looked and keep going. That's what submission was, wasn't it? The whole point was vulnerability and giving up agency and taking what was offered—even if it hurt, even if it left scars, or made it so his left hand sometimes went numb if he leaned on it wrong. If Weston wanted it, he was supposed to want it more, to be thankful for it, to suffer through it for the attention and the soft praise that came after.

"He… I never needed to. I could handle it."

Bull pushed himself up, and Connor flinched, turning his gaze to the floorboards. He didn’t move otherwise—only braced himself.

“I can handle it,” he corrected quickly, the words fading to a whisper. “Whatever you want to do, I can take it.”

He was surprised when the calloused warmth of Bull’s palm settled gently against his cheek.

“I know you can. But that’s not how this works.”

Connor’s brow furrowed in confusion. “I’m not fragile, Bull. I want this. I want you to use me.”

“Yeah,” Bull sighed. “Yeah, I know you do.”

[mx-pastelwriting]

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