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spiders-scribbles · 9 months

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Quick warm up drawing of my Adaar and Bull

Kas Adaars hair grows out really fast which means he needs to trim it back very often and alotta the time he’s too lazy to cut it until he’s being very much blinded by the mop growing on his head. Bull is usually the first to point it out when this is happening with many jokes or just pointing out that Kas couldn’t possibly see with that much hair in his face

(Also extra doodle of the longest the hair tends to get before he admits defeat and cuts it)

#dragonage #dragonage inquisition #dragonage inquisitor #herald of andraste #kas adaar #adaar #inquisitor adaar #the iron bull #iron bull x inquisitor #iron bull x adaar

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imdoingaokay · 2 years

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Hey, I hope you’re having a great day. If it’s alright with you then can I ask for a Dragon age inquisition companions react to essentially having an inquisitor that’s completely similar to Guts from Berserk? I genuinely believe that if Guts happen to exist in the world of Thedas he would most definitely tear that whole country a new asshole. Alongside who do you think would pin for a Guts like inquisitor?

First off, excellent ask. Second off, this is a tough one.

For starters, I think all of the potential romances would eventually pine after the Inquisitor. It depends on how fast they fall.

I would say Iron Bull is one of the fastest when it comes to sexual attraction. He immediately wants to test out how strong the Inquisitor is. Of course, his feelings turn romantic after a while, once the Inquisitor starts showing a softer side to them.

Sera is the same if the Inquisitor is a woman. She looks at them, goes “awooga,” and then falls head over heels when the two start getting close. Of course, the whole quest where you have to figure out how to make Sera know you love her, it’s a bit different. Less of the Inquisitor sounding like a schoolkid in love, more like a slightly confused warrior who has no idea what the fuck they are supposed to do. Same energy, but more badass, you know?

Josephine and Dorian have the slowest start, finding that while their drive and stupendous will to bring justice to the world is admirable, they are a bit too harsh. They’ll see them as a brute in the very beginning, and while they won’t be necessarily looking down at them, they assume that the Inquisitor will be more brawn than brains. Of course, The Inquisitor will show them that they were incredibly incorrect to think that way, mainly once the Battle of Haven happens. That’s when they both start developing feelings. As their quest comes to a close, especially if Dorian was told about the letter and was supported in the conversation, they’ll realize that their feelings are far more. Truly a slow burn, and what hurts is that they believe that the Inquisitor has no feelings for them in return. It’ll take someone to give before they confess, so the Inquisitor might need to speak to them first.

Now, in general, Cullen, Blackwall, and Cassandra will have a great deal of respect for The Inquisitor from the get-go. Seeing the way they handle most situations swiftly and on point is something that will impress them. But once the Attack on Haven happens, they’ll realize that their feelings are much more profound than they expect they'll hide their feelings for all of them, but do it way worse than Josephine or Dorian. Eventually, someone will call them out. If that’s the Inquisitor… it’s going to be a weird conversation.

Solas would also have some respect for the Inquisitor, but he would keep his distance. He’s more hesitant to start a romance with an elven Inquisitor, due to the Inquisitor’s more black-and-white worldview. Especially with how they seem to cut down anyone in their way, Solas seems a little turned off at it all. Of course, the literal second The Inquisitor shows Solas their soft side and asks him about the fade, he’s mush. If the Inquisitor’s origin story is very similar to Guts, he actually really sympathizes with them, and he feels kind of awful about how he thought of them earlier.

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bluerose5 · 2 years

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I don’t know about y'all, but the Iron Bull having his fucking arm cannon prosthetic and his braid... Why must some of Bioware's greatest ideas be hidden in the concept art and/or cut from the final game? (Looking at you, Concept Art Solas. We barely knew ye.) Anyways, my canon Inquisitor is a mage Adaar that romanced Bull, so him having Bull supporting him post-Trespasser always gets to me, Bull having lost a limb himself in this scenario. Comforting Adaar when the grief & loss becomes too overwhelming. Helping him choose practical prosthetics. Making sure that the fit is just right. Teaching Adaar his own remedies for dealing with phantom pains. Helping him remain as active as possible and adjusting to how his center of gravity has shifted. Working through the frustration of relearning different tasks. Fighting and training to blow off steam. Being absolute badasses in spite of it all. Bull making Adaar laugh by using the same cheesy jokes that he's probably heard over a million times by now...

Well, you get it.

I just think it would've been a great addition for Bull's character to be able to discuss it further with both platonic and romantically involved Inquisitors.

#dragon age #dragon age inqusition #the iron bull #inquisitor adaar #iron bull x adaar #iron bull x inquisitor #bluerose rambles

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blarrghe · 2 years

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All Hail West Thedas

Ch. 4 - Days of Refuge in Short Supply

Summary: Dorian Pavus has run away from home, from a life of misery, from some unspeakable incident with his father, from Tevinter, from himself. He has run out of money, too, and now he is stuck way out here away from things. But maybe it's not so bad. Ehsaan is sweet, The Iron Bull is kind in his own way, and they both say that he can stay as long as he likes.

Chapter Summary: Nothing but Mountain Goats references and gay pining.

Dorian Pavus / The Iron Bull / Ehsaan Adaar

#dragon age inquisition fanfic #all hail west thedas #ahwt #dorian pavus #the iron bull #ehsaan adaar #adaar x dorian x the iron bull #dorianx adaar #iron bull x adaar #dorian x iron bull #my fic #gaysolavellan #modern au #ranch au #cowboy au

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leez-ha · 2 years

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The Guessing Game

I’m gon’ start putting the links to my A03 fics here. This one’s Solas/OC and Adaar/Bull :) sort of a shorter format, one-shot style chapters. Giving my Adaar and Canon Inky writing time, while also actually being inspired enough by the stupid egg to write for her. The Sad Egg controls my DAI writing. Anywho, bye now

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40038576

#Dragon age inquisition fanfiction #solas #iron bull x adaar #solas x oc #DAI #dragon age: dreadwolf #is going to kill me

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edda-grenade · 11 months

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some sketches i made while working on a matter of love

soul names (love and death names, in the case of this fic) are honestly a narrative goldmine, like is it fate? is it yourself? are you being controlled, and if so, are you gonna let it? stack a pile of cultural pressures about soulnames on top and off you go :D

#i don't wanna post like. massive spoilers but also. wanna draw So Many things from this fic still it's my baby #can't believe saar gets to lose her shit in an au before i get to it in her main timeline lmao #solas #soladaar #adaar #saar gets her own tag #inquisitor #iron bull #varric tethras #art tag #fanart #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #inquisitor x solas #soul names verse

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bellamer · 1 year

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Vanarí: Dorian, I am going to ask you to do something for me.

Dorian: Anything, Amatus.

Vanarí: For starters, I am going to drink three kegs of booze, I might drink a fourth one if I'm not passed out from the third.

Dorian, concerned: O...Kay ?

Vanarí: Then I want you to guide me outside of skyhold.

Dorian: I...I don't like where this is going.

Vanarí: I also want you to bring Bull with you, tell him to sharpen his axe.

Dorian: Amatus, what is the point of this ?

Vanarí: I want you to tell Bull to cut my hand off while I'm passed out drunk and threaten him if he chickens out, then tell him to take the hand and give it to the Inquisition as my letter of resignation.

Dorian: NO !

Vanarí: You just said that you'd do anything for me !

Dorian: Anything but watch my lover be mutilated !

Vanarí: They cant keep me here if I don't have this stupid mark ! I asked Cole to do it but he said no and Blackwall said no ! Surprisingly, even Sera said no !

Dorian: Because you're bloody insane !

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dorian x vanari #dorian x adaar #dorian dragon age #dorian x inquisitor #dorian pavus #inquisitor adaar #qunari inquisitor #the iron bull #iron bull #cole dragon age #blackwall dragon age #sera dragon age #vanari adaar

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quillfulwriter · 2 months

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Prompt from @loveofdragonage for the Valentine's event

Words: 400 | Rating: M

After a fumbling, well-intentioned round of courtly dates, Josephine and Adaar quickly figured out the feeling that they were experiencing was friendship.

Tip this post if you like the story! ✨

Kofi commissions are also open ☕

#josephine montilyet #inquisitor adaar #adaar #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #love of da 2024 #love of da #leliana x josephine #adaar x the iron bull #background relationships but still #my fanfiction

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ladydarksbane · 10 months

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Adaar Loves Horn Rubs

Inquisitor Anaan Adaar forged a strong bond with his comrade, Iron Bull, throughout their time together in the Inquisition. They had fought side by side, facing countless dangers and emerging victorious against challenging foes. Dragons, demons, vints, Avvar, it didn’t matter… the bigger the better. Amidst the chaos and uncertainty of their missions, they found solace in their camaraderie and shared experiences.

One day, as they set up camp after a particularly grueling battle, Adaar found himself leaning against a tree, lost in his thoughts. Iron Bull noticed his kadan's pensive expression and approached him with a friendly grin.

"Hey, boss. Something on your mind?" Iron Bull asked, his deep voice filled with genuine concern.

Adaar looked up, meeting Iron Bull's gaze. "Just reflecting on everything we've been through, Bull. Sometimes it's hard to believe we've made it this far."

Iron Bull nodded, his expression reflecting the weight of their shared experiences. "Yeah, it's been a hell of a ride. But we're still standing, and we've got each other's backs."

A brief silence hung in the air, both warriors lost in their thoughts. Then, Iron Bull's face broke into a mischievous smile.

"You know, kadan," he said, a playful glint in his eye, "there's one thing I've noticed about you. You seem to enjoy it when I rub your horns."

Adaar's eyes widened in surprise, and a faint blush colored his cheeks. He hadn't expected Iron Bull to bring up such a personal and intimate detail, but he couldn't deny the truth in his words. There was an undeniable pleasure in the sensation of his horns being rubbed.

With a smirk, Adaar responded, "Well, I must admit, Bull, there's something oddly soothing about it. It's like a massage for the soul."

Iron Bull chuckled deeply. "I knew it! You're not the only one, kadan. Many Qunari find it relaxing. It's like scratching an itch you never knew you had."

Curiosity piqued, Adaar asked, "Is it a common practice among the Qunari?"

Iron Bull shrugged. "Can't speak for all of them, but I've met a fair number who enjoy it. Maybe it's something about the horns being a part of our identity and having them tended to... It just feels good."

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Adaar's lips. "Well, then, Bull, I suppose you've discovered my secret weakness. Are you offering to give me a horn rub?"

Iron Bull's eyes sparkled with mirth. "Of course, kadan. I'm always here to provide a quality horn-rubbing service. Just let me know when you're in need."

They shared a hearty laugh, the weight of their battles momentarily forgotten. In that lighthearted moment, Adaar realized that it wasn't just the physical act of rubbing his horns that brought him joy; it was the connection he shared with Iron Bull, the trust and companionship that had developed between them.

A few days later, Iron Bull surprised Adaar with a small jar of horn balm. He had crafted it himself, a blend of soothing oils and herbs specifically designed for the care of Qunari horns.

"Thought you might appreciate this, boss," Iron Bull said, handing the jar to Adaar. "It'll keep your horns healthy and make the rubbing even more enjoyable."

Adaar examined the jar, a mixture of gratitude and amusement on his face. "You truly think of everything, Bull. Thank you."

As the nights grew colder and their adventures continued, Adaar would occasionally retrieve the jar of horn balm and indulge in the sensation of rubbing it onto his horns. The fragrant oils would soothe his senses, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and contentment.

In those moments, Adaar realized that it wasn't just about the physical pleasure of having his horns rubbed or the practicality of the horn balm. It was about the bond he shared with Iron Bull, the understanding and care that transcended words.

Through the simple act of tending to Adaar's horns, Iron Bull exhibited a great deal of love, nurturing a connection that went deeper than battles and war. And in those shared moments, Adaar found solace and a reminder that even in the harshest of worlds, there was room for gentleness and compassion.

#adaar #qunari inquisitor #adaar x iron bull #inquisitor adaar #dragon age: inquisition #da:i #the iron bull #adaar x bull #qunari horns #horn rubs #horn balm #varric didn't have any so bull made some #kadan #dragon age

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imdoingaokay · 2 years

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if you’re doing dragon age requests: dai companions reacting to an inquiz asking if they need a hug. bonus points if it’s because they (inquisitor) noticed the companion was looking sad or tired, or because they’ve just been through something difficult (say, after one of their personal quests). thank you :)

Oh my dear anon.

I been waiting for this one.

I have spent literal nights working on this bad boy and lemme tell you if you don't like it illliterallystartcryingohmygod

Anyways, here you go babe <3

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: It was strange, honestly. Being Thom Rainer again. It felt almost wrong. He was thankful for the Inquisitor, their kindness. They could’ve left him, let him pay. But they didn’t. Somehow, they even forgave him.

It made him feel, free, in a way. Not just physically, with all the chains being taken off. But there was a metaphorical weight taken off his shoulders. Just now, he felt guilty for his lies.

“Blackw- I mean, Rainer.” A familiar voice called for him, pulling him away from the wood he worked on.

“Ah, Inquisitor-”

“Please, call me by my name.”

Rainer paused, before letting the name of the Inquisitor fall from his lips.

“Thank you, I like my name, I’d like to keep it.” The Inquisitor smiled, and Rainer smiled back.

“It suits you.” Rainer chuckled.

“I could say the same to you, Rainer.” The Inquisitor responded, catching him off guard.

Before Rainer could respond, the Inquisitor spoke quietly, “I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

And soon enough, Rainer was wrapped in a tight hug. And while he still felt as though he wasn’t worthy of such care and affection, he was going to make himself worthy.

But for now, he’ll be fine with the hug, wrapping his own arms around the Inquisitor.

Cassandra: It started when Cassandra snapped at the Inquisitor. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was still upset. Upset about the betrayal of her superior, upset about the death of her comrades. And she had taken it out on the Inquisitor.

She was thankful for the quiet camp that followed, and how spaced out the tents were. She didn’t know if she could face the Inquisitor just yet.

“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” It didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t.

“Wh-Oh. I do apolog-”

“Cassandra, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks.” The Inquisitor comforted her, placing a hand on Cassandra’s back.

“I-” She had hesitated, wondering if she should pull away or stay. In her turmoil, the Inquisitor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Cassandra turned to look at them before enveloping them in a hug.

“Thank you.” She said, and she meant it.

Cole: Cole was quiet, his thoughts had been more mixed up as of late. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was loud. But he felt more at peace. It felt better to be out of limbo, but was he on the right side?

“Cole? I was looking for you, I wanted to check in.” The Inquisitor said as they climbed the tavern stairs.

“Oh, h-hello.” Cole responded, “I think I’m okay.”

“Really? That’s good.”

“Grey, muddled, furrowing your brow… you don’t believe me.” Cole looked down, a little dejected.

“I guess it’s hard to believe you’d be doing okay after everything that had happened.” The Inquisitor frowned, “I just want you to know, I’m here. And I wanted to ask if you wanted a hug.”

Cole paused, lifting his gaze to the Inquisitor. He opened his arms and they did the same.

“Warm, protected, so small, still young? I deserved more. I must be protected.” He said, reading the mind of his Inquisitor.

“Hey… just enjoy the hug, alright?” The Inquisitor replied.

“A-Alright.”

Cullen Rutherford: Scribbling down more missives, Cullen’s head throbbed. Lyrium or no lyrium, life was not easy for the former templar. He was so entrenched in the paperwork, he didn’t notice the door slowly open.

“Cullen?” The Inquisitor asked, curious about their friend.

“Ah, Inquisitor, I apologize. I was… busy.” Cullen looked up, sighing at the heap of papers littering his desk.

“I could always get a soldier or two to help you.” The Inquisitor suggested.

“Maker, no. They never do it right, and their handwriting is awful.” Cullen sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Regardless, is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to check in on you, after everything.” The Inquisitor asked, “I know we talked but…”

“Me? I am fine, doing much better.” Cullen smiled at the Inquisitor’s concern, he stood up to meet the Inquisitor infront of his desk.

“Good, I need my commander in tip-top shape.” The Inquisitor playfully punched Cullen’s shoulder.

“I’ll try…” Cullen laughed gently, gazing at the paperwork he still had to do.

“Why don’t I help? I’ve done this before.” The Inquisitor smiled, Cullen hesitated, wanting to say no, that the Inquisitor deserved rest, but the offer of help was too tempting.

Luckily, he did say yes. And no less than an hour later, the pair was done with the remaining papers.

“Do you mind doing all my paperwork from now on?” Cullen asked, the Inquisitor standing up and stretching.

“Not really, but I think you’ll mind more.” The Inquisitor joked, “But… I wanted to tell you… you work so much, I want you to know… how much I appreciate it.” The Inquisitor spoke gently.

“Oh, you don’t need to-”

“No, I need to. You deserve that much.” The Inquisitor spoke, and wrapped their arms around Cullen.

Cullen felt strange, a good type of strange. Being a templar meant… not many hugs. The last one he had gotten… was it from his family? He hadn’t seen them in ages… perhaps…

“Cullen. Stop overthinking this.” The Inquisitor ordered, and the commander quickly wrapped his arms around them.

He liked this.

Dorian Pavus: He was reading some cheesy Orlesian drama, and he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, he had expected it to be one of the many messengers of the Inquisition, and was surprised when he saw the Inquisitor instead.

“I… I wanted to check up on you.” They said.

“What is there to check up on? I’m alive, aren’t I? Downed a few bottles of wine, but hey, don’t we all?” Dorian retorted.

“Dorian, I know you aren’t okay. I just wanted to make sure if there was anything I could do. You’re my friend. Probably one of my closest friends.” The Inquisitor responded.

“You? Friends with some devious little boy from the Imperium? My, what would Mother Giselle say?” Dorian deflected, but he was still touched by their declaration.

“Dorian.” The Inquisitor spoke sternly, causing Dorian to look up.

“I… Thank you… I… I appreciate your friendship.” Dorian spoke, turning towards the Inquisitor.

The two looked at each other for a moment before The Inquisitor opened their arms, and wordlessly, Dorian entered the warm embrace of his friend.

Iron Bull: The tavern was full, but it still felt lonely.

He cursed himself for looking to the Inquisitor for judgment, he should’ve decided. The chargers were his men, but so was the Qunari. Had he failed them?

Iron Bull could hear approaching steps and distinctly recognized them as the Inquisitor.

“Hey, Boss.” He smiled, only to see a sad smile on the Inquisitor’s face.

“I wanted to talk with you.” They said, and Iron Bull followed them out of the tavern.

The two rested on the Battlements, luckily, there weren’t any soldiers around to disturb the two.

“I wanted to let you know I’m here.” The Inquisitor said, “You lost someone today, lost… a part of yourself.” The Inquisitor spoke.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Boss. I’m fine.” Iron Bull smiled. But the Inquisitor saw right through that.

“Still, I’m sorry. I wanted to offer you…” The Inquisitor opened their arms, holding them out.

Iron Bull was confused for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the Inquisitor. It was a gentle hug, one Iron Bull wasn’t entirely used to, but he felt some sort of relief when he relaxed into it.

The Qunari would eventually wage war on Ferelden and Orlais, and Iron Bull felt a sad pity in his heart for his oblivious Inquisitor.

But, he didn’t need to think of that. Not at the moment.

Josephine Montilyet: Another letter from Yvette, detailing how the family had been getting on without her. Josephine had been successful for the most part, with the assassins now off her back, she was happily able to begin rebuilding her family’s trading empire.

“You look pleased.” Josephine heard the door to her office be opened.

“Oh, yes! I cannot thank you enough for your help with the House of Repose, it is a relief knowing I won’t need to worry about assassins anymore. Of course, rebuilding the Montilyet name will be difficult, but not impossible.” She got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt before moving away from the desk.

“I don’t think I properly thanked you, all I did was ramble about my time as a bard.” She sighed, “It must’ve sounded, odd to you.”

“Quite the opposite, Josephine, and I wanted to apologize to you if I gave you that impression.” The Inquisitor said, their hands moving to Josephine’s shoulders, “You know I care for you right? When you talk about things, it makes me happy.”

Josephine didn’t know what to say, she found herself wrapping her arms around the Inquisitor as a response. Josephine was someone who rarely found a person who wanted to hear her talk. Who wanted to hear her ramble.

The Inquisitor was that person… she liked it.

Leliana: A quiet prayer to the altar in front of her, she almost didn’t hear the Inquisitor behind her. Luckily, she’s a spymaster for a reason, so she turned to face the Inquisitor right before they have begun to speak.

“Are you okay?” They said, leaning over to get a view of the altar.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to concern yourself with my state,” Leliana responded, standing up and walking over to the railing, watching the birds flap their wings.

“You’re my advisor, I have to worry about you.” The Inquisitor crossed their arms, looking up at the birds themselves.

Leliana paused, turned to The Inquisitor, and smiled, “I suppose I’m happy that it was you who became our inquisitor. You’ve done an excellent job.” She spoke.

“I feel like you need to hear that too.” The Inquisitor said, earning a silent Leliana. Leliana turned to The Inquisitor, hesitant to continue speaking, when was the last time she had been this vulnerable? The two stared at one another before the Inquisitor opened their arms, and the two silent began to hug. The pair said nothing, the two remaining silent while they hugged, but strangely, more was communicated than they expected. Words of praise, appreciation, sorrow, and just a little bit of platonic affection.

Sera: She was working on her arrows, angrily wrapping the twine around the sharp point. A knock at her door caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, allowing her silence to be an invitation.

“Sorry for intruding.” Sera heard the Inquisitor say, closing the door behind them.

“You don’t need to be,” Sera grumbled.

“Well, I know you’re upset, I assume it’s about the-”

“Prissy pants noble arse? Yeah, I ‘ppose you could say I’m pissed.” She snapped, turning around to face her friend. Her angry look melted, and her eyes dropped from the Inquisitor’s face to the floor.

It was silent for a while before the two spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry.” They said, only to look at each other before the two broke into a laugh.

“No, but seriously. I feel bad about how everything went…” The Inquisitor said.

“Sorry for snapping.” Sera sighed, she was surprised she was apologizing to Inky, as she had rarely apologized to anyone.

“Can I sit?” The Inquisitor asked, getting a nod in response.

“I didn’t mean for all that shite to happen, I thought sometin’ else.” Sera said, shrugging.

“It’s not your fault, you know?” The Inquisitor responded, wrapping an arm around Sera. Sera tensed up for a second, but when her friend began to pull away, worried they upset her, she pulled them back in.

Hugging Inky was nice, she thought.

Solas: Solas mourned his friend quietly, like he did most things. He sighed as he sat in his oversized chair, watching the tea in front of him. He was angry at the world he woke up into, mad at the mages for hurting the spirits he cared for, and mad at himself for not stopping it sooner. He wondered if he should be mad at the Inquisitor too, he could’ve gotten there sooner had they hurried up-

A quick curse and he stood up, how could he blame someone else? Someone who had actively helped him? How could-

“Solas?” He heard, turning to the door that led from the great hall to his rotunda.

“Inquisitor.” Solas breathed, it was almost like the Inquisitor had read his mind.

“I apologize for intruding, I just… wanted to check on you, after everything that happened…” The Inquisitor spoke slowly, fiddling with their hands.

“Inquisitor, you don’t need to” Solas began, only to be cut off.

“Solas, I should’ve- I should’ve been faster. Maybe if we didn’t take that trail, if we didn’t get so distracted by the halla, your friend… they… they would’ve been.”

Solas sighed if he felt bad before, but he felt worse now.

Walking over to The Inquisitor, he attempted to comfort them, but he found himself stopping short.

“I know this must be hard for you, losing a friend. I want you to know, I’m here for you.” They said, smiling at him. Solas was surprised, and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in a bear hug.

“Thank you… my friend.” He responded.

Varric Tethras: Cleaning Bianca should be like therapy, but it felt like torture at the moment. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed, it felt like the world was crashing on his shoulders. He kept asking himself about Bianca, the “real” Bianca. Why did he keep going back to her? Why did she keep coming back to him? Why does Red Lyrium keep coming into his life?

“Hey, Varric, you okay? You’ve been scrubbing that spot for an hour at least.” Varric heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He said, quickly moving to another spot on Bianca.

“Normally, you’re a good liar.” He heard the Inquisitor laugh. Varric chuckled a little in response, turning to his friend.

“I guess I’m off today.” He shrugged.

“You’ve been off ever since-” The Inquisitor stopped themselves, “Varric, do you need a hug?”

Varric paused, he had to think about it for a bit, but he found himself nodding.

He wished in Inquisitor knew how strange they were, how they seemed untouchable but down-to-earth. They were a rare breed.

But he stopped his thoughts, stilling the words in his mind for just a moment while he held and was held by his friend.

Vivienne: A response from Bastien’s son; “Thank you” was the most straightforward summary. There were flowery words, but Vivienne knew what Laurent had meant.

“You look upset.” Vivienne heard behind her, and her gaze lifted from the paper to the balcony in front of her. She plastered a smile and waved her hand as if she were batting away whatever negativity hung around her.

“Oh of course not. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” She had begun, turning around to face the Inquisitor. But, the second she locked eyes with them, she faltered.

“I’m sorry. I… I wish I could’ve done more for him.” The Inquisitor began.

“There’s no need to say such things,” Vivienne responded.

“Then… maybe I could just…” The Inquisitor sighed before taking a step closer to her, holding their arms out. Vivienne was taken aback, she couldn’t recall the last time she hugged or was hugged. She chalked it up to her pitying the Inquisitor for their soft heart. But as the Inquisitor wrapped their arms around her, Vivienne did the same. She melted into the embrace, having forgotten the feeling of safety.

She wouldn’t mind it happening again, but she would never ask for it again.

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bluerose5 · 2 years

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Punished

Might post on ao3 later. Prompt fill that got away from me, but what else is new? 😅

Prompt from @butter-and-too-much-bread for Bull putting on a chastity belt to punish m!Adaar. Nothing too explicit, at least in my opinion. Sorry this took so long, but I hope you enjoy! Leave it to me to go for extra tenderness on this one. 😄

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If nothing else, Adaar was what many would call a "people pleaser."

While his innate sense of selflessness was often an admirable trait, the Iron Bull knew better than most that it could be just as much of a burden as well. On days when it was particularly bad, Adaar always had trouble saying “no” to people, even when it was to the detriment of his own health.

Which is why it was so hard for Bull to not intervene, but he knew his place.

Out there, for others to see, Adaar was the boss. He was their Inquisitor. He called the shots, and Bull wouldn’t dare undermine his authority.

In private, however…

Well, that was a completely different story.

Still, what was supposed to be a relaxing day to themselves quickly became anything but. Every time Adaar finished one task, someone else would pull him aside with another menial request. “One last thing” became the mantra for the day any time Adaar happened across Bull’s path.

Usually, the Iron Bull knew better than to let that get to him, but he was finding it more difficult to suppress his annoyance as the day wore on.

When even the tavern failed to restore his jovial mood, Krem all but dragged him outside to spar. Their practice session went on until sunset before the Inquisitor finally found them.

The instant Krem let his guard down to wave at him, Bull rammed into his side.

Krem hit the ground with a grunt, but refused to let that deter him.

He flashed a grin in Adaar’s direction.

“Here to take the boss off my hands, yeah?” he asked.

Adaar shuffled from foot to foot, taking in the sight of Bull.

“If he will let me,” he murmured, his eyes cast downwards as he tugged idly at his shirt.

Krem tossed Bull a pointed glance, then jerked his chin in the Inquisitor’s direction.

With a grumble, Bull said, “Yeah, I’ll let ya, kadan.”

How quickly Adaar perked up at the reassurance. His head shot up, eyes wide and mouth agape.

Handing the training equipment off to Krem, Bull’s second-in-command lugged it away without so much as a backwards glance, undoubtedly rushing to get back to the tavern with the other Chargers.

The corners of Adaar’s lips started to quirk up into the beginning of a smile, but Bull’s warning glare made his expression fall again.

Scanning the area, Bull made sure that the coast was clear, no one around to overhear them.

“This doesn’t mean you’re out of trouble,” he bit out.

“So, I am in trouble then?” Adaar sighed. His bottom lip poked out into a semblance of a pout.

With his arms crossed over his chest, Bull leveled him with a scathing look. He raised a brow at him, unimpressed.

“Oh, most definitely.”

“I’m sor—”

“Don’t,” Bull retorted.

Adaar snapped his mouth shut in the blink of an eye.

Bull stood there for a moment, letting Adaar squirm in all of his uncertainty.

He gave Adaar a thorough once-over before closing the distance between them.

He crashed his lips against Adaar’s into a bruising kiss.

Adaar melted against him without hesitation, but Bull caught his wrists when the Inquisitor tried to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Bull pinned them to his sides, kept them in place as he pulled away.

A sweet whimper was coaxed free from Adaar’s swollen lips. When Bull parted from their kiss, Adaar tried to chase after Bull’s lips, but the latter remained firm in his resolve, simply resting his forehead against Adaar’s.

“Please,” Adaar breathed, desperate for more. Excitement spread through him like a wildfire. An all-too-familiar glaze settled over his eyes, his pupils blown wide enough that they threatened to consume his irises whole. “Please, Bull. Let me make it up to you.”

It was all too tempting, the urge to get swept up in the heat of the moment. To let that haze cloud his mind, where the lines of authority blurred.

But Bull had to be stronger than that. In situations such as those, Adaar relied on him to be.

He took Adaar’s chin in hand with a gentle squeeze. Not hard enough to leave marks, but tight enough to get his attention.

Only when Adaar’s eyes focused on him did he ask, “What’s our watchword, kadan?”

It was a test that Adaar knew all too well. If he couldn’t even recall their word when Bull got a bit handsy, then he was hardly in a headspace to proceed further.

Using the word needed to be instinctive, something done without thought or concern the second Adaar felt like he was in over his head.

By that point in their relationship, he didn’t even need to think twice about it.

“Katoh,” he said, eager to please.

That time, Bull couldn’t help but to smile in approval. Adaar’s excitement proved too contagious, even for him.

It sent Adaar’s heart racing. Oh, how it sang with joy.

Clearing his throat, the Iron Bull smoothed out his face into a neutral expression, ignoring how his emotions so easily betrayed him.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Now, what you’re going to do is go straight to your quarters, strip down, and wait for me there. Got it?”

Adaar nodded.

He turned on his heel, only to jolt when Bull delivered a playful smack to his ass. Glancing over his shoulder, Adaar’s responding grin sent Bull’s heart aflutter.

Bull watched him walk away, fixated on the movement of his hips and thighs with every step.

By the time he disappeared out of sight, Bull had to shake himself free of his thoughts.

While he was certain that Adaar made haste to follow his instructions, the Iron Bull took his time in preparing himself. He strolled at a leisurely pace back to the Chargers’ quarters, taking in the sights of the evening sky. If anyone stopped him on his way, he made sure to chat with them. He hummed a lighthearted tune, savoring the light chill to the air.

After all, the longer Adaar waited, the more anticipation would build, and the more impatient he would become.

After the day Bull had, he figured that it would do Adaar some good to see what it was like.

Once he arrived at his bunk, the Iron Bull dug through the chest that contained his personal belongings. He hummed to himself as he appraised the items, his expression brightening when he came up with the perfect idea for the evening.

The journey to the Inquisitor’s quarters took just as long, if not longer, than the walk to his own.

Nevertheless, when Bull arrived, he let himself in with the key he had, locking the door behind him.

The last thing they needed were any interruptions.

Climbing the stairs, he ignored the various aches and pains that ailed him, focused instead on getting to his Inquisitor.

As soon as he entered the room, he stopped to lean against the doorframe, drinking in the sight of Adaar.

And what a fine sight he was.

There, before the bed, he knelt with his thighs parted and his skin bared. His back was slightly arched to display his chest more openly, his wrists resting one over the other behind his back. He held his head high, yet his eyes remained fixated on the floor, ready for whatever Bull had in store for him.

Obviously, Adaar was well-aware of his presence by then, but Bull made sure to drag it out.

Each step towards him was heavy and loud, deliberate in its purpose.

When Bull finally stood in front of him, Adaar sank his teeth into his bottom lip to bite back the noises that threatened to escape, resisting the urge to throw any remaining shame he had out the window.

Bull watched him closely.

Then, he took Adaar’s chin in hand. His thumb freed his lip from its hold, swiping along its enticing curve.

Breathless, Adaar parted his lips. His tongue darted out to press tentatively against the pad of Bull’s thumb, but Bull withdrew his touch before Adaar could get any bright ideas, his brow raised in amusement.

Taking a step back, Bull cocked his head to the side before tossing the rope he had gathered onto the bed.

He took one of Adaar’s horns in hand and yanked his head back.

There was a slight wince of discomfort, but Adaar didn’t complain in the slightest. If anything, he followed through with the motion easily enough.

He didn’t speak without permission, nor did he lift his eyes to meet Bull’s gaze.

It made what Bull had to do all the more difficult.

For someone so obedient, Adaar really did manage to get himself into trouble more often than expected.

Bull sighed, releasing his grip on Adaar’s horn.

“Stand,” he told him, his voice low and even.

Adaar sprang to his feet without a second thought, almost knocking Bull back on his ass in the process. The Iron Bull recovered quickly, though, taking note of Adaar’s sheepish grin.

With a fond shake of his head, Bull stepped forward until they were chest-to-chest. His hands settled upon Adaar’s hips.

“You may look at me,” he murmured. He pressed a careful kiss to Adaar’s temple, his words soft against his skin. “You may touch me, if you wish.”

Adaar let out a loud whine, as if a great pressure had been relieved.

Tossing his arms around Bull’s shoulders, he didn’t waste any time before he pressed himself flush against Bull’s body. Reverent kisses trailed along Bull’s jaw, starved for his attention.

The second Bull felt Adaar’s lips on his, he knew he was a goner.

Adaar kissed with the same passion and intensity that he approached all else in life. Getting lost in the moment was as easy as breathing when it came to him. Everything about him weakened Bull’s resolve, made him want the Inquisitor unlike any other. Made Bull crave him until his entire world was consumed by his presence.

Of course, as soon as Bull took control, Adaar melted against him. His hands roamed over Bull’s body, always wanting more yet never getting enough.

Bull parted Adaar’s lips with his own, deepened the kiss with an insatiable groan.

Their tongues explored each other’s mouths until they had little choice but to part for air.

Even then, while Bull struggled to catch his breath, Adaar covered his neck in a flurry of open-mouthed kisses. He panted against Bull’s skin, face flushed when Bull had to pry him off to get some distance.

It was a stark reminder that, though Bull still held the reins in some sense, the influence that Adaar wielded over him was nothing to turn his nose up at either.

With a snort, Bull chuckled.

“You’re a dangerous one,” he stated, more so as a word of caution to himself. Bull reached out and trailed the tips of his fingers down along the outline of Adaar’s cheek while he spoke. “One kiss, and my willpower crumbles.”

Adaar leaned eagerly into his touch, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks while his eyes slid closed.

“But that doesn’t mean you’re getting out of trouble that easily.”

The instant Bull pulled away, Adaar’s eyes flew open, blinking owlishly at the loss.

“I—”

“Do you even know why you’re in trouble, kadan?” Bull asked, to which Adaar flinched.

Adaar curled in on himself, as if to make himself appear smaller. Which would have been quite the sight, had it not been for the sudden tension that blanketed the room.

Swallowing thickly, Adaar struggled for words, but he eventually managed to force something out.

“Be—Because we were supposed to be spending the day together,” he mumbled, albeit uncertainly. Bull stared at him, unimpressed, which only served to put him even more on edge. “And I kept you waiting…?”

It came out as more of a question than an answer.

Adaar started to wring his hands together, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

After a minute or two of unbearable silence, Bull’s expression gentled.

When he offered his hands, Adaar swiftly reached out to slide his own into Bull’s warm grasp.

Bull led him away from the bed.

“Come,” he whispered, and Adaar followed.

His blind devotion quickly turned into confusion, however, when Bull tugged him along to stand in front of the full length mirror that was nestled in the corner of his room.

Confusion was instantly followed by realization.

Bull twirled Adaar around so that Adaar was standing in front of him. Both of them faced the mirror with Adaar’s back pressed against Bull’s chest.

Adaar tried to turn his face away, but Bull caught his chin and forced his face back in the direction of the mirror.

Adaar averted his eyes, feeling the sting of unshed tears growing worse by the second.

“Kadan, look.”

And because it was Bull telling him to do so, Adaar found himself unable to resist.

Slowly, he met his eyes in the mirror, taking in the sight of himself from head to toe.

Never had he felt so vulnerable, so exposed, before.

He could taste salt upon his tongue as the first few tears trailed down his cheeks.

“Now, tell me what you see,” Bull ordered, but Adaar shook his head in defiance, unable to find the words to encompass what he felt in that exact moment. “No? Alright, then I’ll tell you what I see.”

Bull reached out to trace along the dark rings underneath Adaar’s eyes.

“I see a man who hasn’t slept well in days. I see a man who hasn’t allowed himself a proper break in weeks.”

With a tender kiss to the nape of Adaar’s neck, Bull’s hands roamed down the front of his chest.

“I see a man whose horns have lost their luster, whose eyes no longer sparkle with excitement at the start of each day.”

He caressed the curves of Adaar’s stomach, what once used to be fuller and softer than at present.

“I see a man so caught up in his role as Inquisitor that he forgets to eat as he’s supposed to. Have you even noticed how your clothes have been hanging off of you?”

Overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of emotions, Adaar could barely draw breath, let alone form an answer.

Instead, he nodded, because the sad truth of it all was that he had noticed.

He had noticed, and he had ignored it.

Adaar always told himself that he would do better the next day.

There was always some excuse. Always something to be done.

All at once, the weight of the world came crashing down on him.

Turning in place, he threw himself into Bull’s arms without warning. He clung to him, buried his face into his throat.

“I—I’m sorry,” he sobbed, the apology noticeably more genuine than the one from earlier.

Bull held him as he cried, tightening his arms around him.

“Put yourself in my shoes,” Bull whispered. Carefully, he brushed Adaar’s hair back from his face. “Us not getting to spend time together as we planned felt bad, don’t get me wrong, but that is not why you’re in trouble.”

The Iron Bull took a deep, bracing breath.

“I can tolerate being stood up for a date, don’t worry about that,” he said, “but what I absolutely cannot tolerate is you neglecting yourself, kadan.”

When all he received was a sniffle in response, Bull pressed the subject.

“Tell me,” he insisted, “how would you feel if you found out that I wasn’t eating or sleeping or resting like I was supposed to?”

Adaar didn’t miss a beat.

“I’d be upset,” he answered, his voice muffled into the crook of Bull’s neck.

“Then, do you understand why I’m upset?”

“Yes.”

“And do you understand why I’m going to punish you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” But Bull would like to think that he knew Adaar well enough by now.

If he kept pushing too hard and too fast without some offer of reassurance, without some show that they were well and truly okay, then Adaar would use his watchword and withdraw to one of those dark corners of his mind.

Bull would make sure that didn’t happen.

Tangling his hand into his hair, Bull carefully peeled Adaar away from his neck. He took a second to wipe away the snot and tears, undeterred by the mess.

After all, through the puffy eyes and the splotchy face, he was still just Adaar, as breathtaking as always.

Bull cupped Adaar’s cheeks with a tender smile.

He leaned his forehead against his.

“I adore you,” Bull said, “if that wasn’t obvious enough.”

Reaching between them, he took Adaar’s necklace in hand, brushing his thumb along his fragment of the dragon’s tooth.

Adaar watched him. A shiver trailed down his spine.

“I know,” he breathed, his responding smile bashful, sweeter than it had any right to be.

“Asala. Kadan.” Bull tugged him forward, rewarded him with a brief kiss. “What would be left of me, if not for you?”

“You won’t ever have to find out." His expression turned coy. Violet eyes tried to lure him in with promises of more. "Now, let me take care of you."

Adaar thought himself sly, but he should've known that it took more than a pretty face to get one over on ole Bull.

The Iron Bull was more than capable of playing along with his little game, though. Adaar obviously thought that he could work his way around his punishment by earning Bull’s forgiveness in one way or another, but little did he know that he was already playing right into Bull’s hands.

Besides, Adaar’s trick wouldn't be much of a punishment, not when he so clearly enjoyed the idea.

Still, Bull would let him have his fun, at least for now.

"Heh." Bull snorted. "That's my line." When Adaar squirmed, looking to Bull for permission, the Iron Bull nodded at him. "Go ahead, kadan. Undress me. You earned that much."

Adaar didn't even let him finish before he was fumbling with the brace on his shoulder. One by one, the clasps came undone until it fell to the floor with a heavy thud.

Bull's belt soon followed, Adaar covering his scarred skin with appreciative kisses as Adaar sank to his knees before him.

Staring up at Bull, Adaar smirked when Bull shifted, attempting to alleviate the growing pressure.

"I want you," Adaar sighed, trailing kisses down his stomach.

When the muscles clenched beneath his lips, Adaar traced the outline of them with his tongue.

"Need you," he mumbled.

After helping Bull out of his shoes, Adaar took the waistband of his pants in hand. Slowly, he eased fabric down over Bull’s hips, teasing the newly-exposed skin with teeth and tongue alike.

At least, that was the plan, but Adaar instantly stopped short when he encountered leather.

Brow furrowed, he pulled away, only to scowl at the leather harness that blocked his path.

Adaar knew from the instant Bull bought the damn thing in one of Orlais' more "risqué" shops that it was going to be trouble.

Leave it to him to decide to test it out, today of all days.

"Bull…" Trailing off, Adaar turned his glare onto his lover.

The Iron Bull roared with laughter.

"Bull!" Adaar scolded, more insistent this time.

Before Adaar could object, the Iron Bull bent down at the waist and slung Adaar up over his shoulder. Allowing his pants to fall loosely to the floor, he kicked each leg free, sporting the rather snug harness with pride.

"What's wrong, kadan?" Bull taunted. He smacked his ass for good measure, his hand lingering with a tight squeeze. "Is my sweet boy talking back now?"

"You could have given me a heads-up!"

"Yeah, I could have, but I didn't."

Adaar couldn't find an exact angle to make it perfect, but he struck out nonetheless. His teeth clamped down onto Bull’s side, but the sharp bite didn't even so much as get a flinch in return.

Bull snickered at his antics, strolling over to the bed at a leisurely pace.

"Oh…" He hummed in delight. "Getting feisty, are we? You know, if I knew you'd get this riled up, I would have done this much sooner. You so rarely act out."

With a huff, Adaar tried to wiggle free.

"Put me dow—"

He landed on the bed with a grunt, tossed down onto the mattress before he could even finish speaking.

Bull towered over him at the end of the bed, amused.

Adaar gave a long, languid stretch atop the sheets. White, wavy hair fanned out around his head, cascading down over the pillows.

“Hmph, such a tease,” Adaar muttered, bright purple eyes darkening with desire.

“That, I am,” Bull said, not even bothering to contradict him. “Now, arms up.”

Adaar obeyed his command without second thought.

When the Iron Bull started to bind his wrists to the bedposts, Adaar watched him while he worked, tying the rope with sure, steady hands.

He’d never get tired of the sight.

Once Bull was done, Adaar tested his handiwork with a couple of pointed tugs.

The rope tightened around his wrists in warning, but they showed no sign of coming loose, not without intervention at least.

Adaar eyed Bull, adjusting until he was comfortable.

“I just want to make you feel good,” Adaar admitted in a whisper, less confident than intended.

His words were so small and uncertain that Bull couldn’t help but to go easy on him.

Perhaps his affection for Adaar was his weakness after all, but it was one he would gladly accept.

As he placed a knee on the bed, Bull’s expression gentled.

"Then let me take care of you," Bull told him. "That makes me feel good."

Leaning in, Bull smirked up at Adaar when his legs instantly parted to make room for him. Adaar smiled sheepishly, yet made no move to hide just how eager he was.

A slow, swirling heat gathered in Bull's chest until the pressure that built up was near suffocating in its intensity. With few places left to go, it spread.

While Bull remained in complete control of himself, desire permeated his mind. Everything else melted away until the only thing that remained was the man spread out before him. Bull stared at him through a haze, yet he felt as if he had never known such perfect clarity, committing every last detail of Adaar to his memory.

The portion of that heat that spread to his gut settled there like a heavy weight. His legs grew weak. His thighs became sensitive, that leather turning into more of a burden by the second.

When his cock eventually did swell, it quickly met resistance. Bull refrained from wincing at how fast the harness constricted around him, but Adaar was nothing, if not perceptive.

A wrinkle settled over his brow.

"Bull, please," he begged. "Let me—"

"No," Bull answered, and that was that, his tone leaving no room for argument. When Adaar grumbled under his breath, Bull gave a sharp pinch to one of his thighs, causing Adaar to jolt in shock. "Listen, as hard as it might be for you, let's have one night that's only about you, alright?"

Hesitant, Adaar thought it over, then nodded, swallowing thickly.

"Yes, sir."

His approach was timid and compliant, but the way he searched for even the slightest hint of approval from Bull was unmistakable. The weight of his gaze felt all too familiar.

Nevertheless, the Iron Bull figured that he could spare Adaar a small treat.

Pressing his lips to the spot right below his navel, warm praise caressed Adaar’s skin.

“Good boy,” Bull murmured.

One would swear that he hit Adaar with one of those fancy lightning spells that Adaar loved to fling around so much.

A sharp gasp tore through the air.

Adaar took some of the rope in hand and tightened his grip, tugging thoughtlessly until it pulled taut. It strained ever so slightly when faced with his strength, but ultimately refused to give in.

The coarse burn of rope against his wrists only enticed him further, the sting more of an encouragement than a deterrent.

His back arched, seeking out more attention from Bull’s lips.

“M–More,” he pleaded.

Bull took a moment to marvel at how responsive he was, watching Adaar’s teeth sink into his bottom lip.

Adaar writhed in an attempt to roll his hips against him, his face and chest flushed with need.

Grabbing Adaar by the hips, Bull forced them back against the bed, his hold on Adaar unbreakable. He earned a breathless whine in response, to which Bull simply tsked.

“You want more?” Bull questioned. “You’ll have to be more specific than that. More of what?”

As if Adaar could string together a single thought, let alone an entire sentence.

Frustrated, he grunted, “More of you.”

“Heh, now we’re getting somewhere,” Bull said, rewarding him with a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. He kept Adaar’s hips pinned to the bed while he forged a path down his chest. “Come on, kadan. You can get more detailed than that.”

“I—”

When Bull finally teased his tongue along the curves of his hips, Adaar cried out, trembling beneath him.

His hands clenched into fists, the lines of his muscles stretched tight.

Again, Adaar yanked mindlessly at the rope. And again, it held.

Bull chuckled darkly, so close to where Adaar wanted him yet denying him even a sliver of relief.

When he skirted around Adaar’s cock, sucking and nipping at his thighs as he pleased, Bull smirked at Adaar’s petulant growl.

“Come on,” Bull insisted. Adaar jolted when he felt the pad of one of Bull’s fingers trail down along the seam of his ass, stopping only to tease over his puckered entrance. “Tell me what you want, kadan.”

Considering the day Adaar had so far, telling someone what he wanted was definitely a change of pace, albeit a welcome one.

Few had thought to ask, and Adaar had shied away from the thought of burdening others with his problems.

So, he held his tongue. He let his exhaustion fester.

Now, when Bull made it so clear that his opinions did matter, all of that pent-up frustration hit him at once.

There were so many emotions to sort through, but there was one thing Adaar was certain about.

Turning his head to the side, he averted his eyes as he mumbled, “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I guess that I just want you to take care of me…?”

He trailed off, suddenly uncertain.

“Not to say you don’t take care of me enough already, but I—”

Before he could get himself worked up, Bull interrupted.

“Kadan.”

“Yeah?”

Bull spared him a soft smile.

“I think I can handle that.”

Sighing in relief, Adaar nodded.

“Anything else?” Bull asked.

“Well…” He gave a pointed tug at the ropes. “I want to touch you, but only if that’s okay!”

Before he could finish, the Iron Bull had reached up; and with a few deliberate tugs, the ropes came undone.

Massaging Adaar’s wrists, Bull watched him closely while he coaxed the blood to flow freely once more.

“Good?”

Adaar nodded. “Good.”

“Great,” Bull said, his voice rumbling through his chest, “because I’m not letting you go until you’ve been properly spoiled.”

When he dove in for a kiss, Adaar released a brief squeal, silenced only by Bull’s lips on his.

He wrapped his legs and arms around him, refusing to let go.

From there, each brush of his fingers brought him closer to his peak. Each curl of his tongue stoked the flames that burned bright inside him.

Adaar’s magic grew thick in the air, spurred on by the tension between them.

Little sparks of electricity played over their skin. It teased along their nerves, but the Iron Bull simply took it in stride, admiring the power he wielded, all while surrendering it in the heat of the moment.

In time, he spread Adaar open on thick fingers, slick with that fancy oil that he favored so much.

When Bull’s lips eventually wrapped around him, Adaar cradled the back of his head, guiding him up and down the length of his cock, each thrust of his hips sending him deeper down Bull’s throat.

Everything about the act soon became sloppy and desperate and rushed, but Adaar couldn’t find it in himself to care in the slightest. He squirmed. He panted, ultimately unashamed when his voice grew louder with need.

He scratched at Bull’s back with his free hand, but Bull allowed for no apologies on his part, all but ordering Adaar to use him as he pleased.

And when Adaar finally did find his release, the Iron Bull held his hips in place, swallowing around him until he collapsed against the bed.

Only after Adaar rode out the remnants of his orgasm did Bull release him from his hold, briefly departing from his bed.

Sated for the moment, Adaar basked in the tingling rush of endorphins until Bull returned with a rag in hand.

In between sweet kisses, Bull gently cleaned the mess that they made of themselves. His harness soon found its way onto the floor, abandoned as the need to be together soon overpowered the desire for punishment.

They snuggled up to one another underneath the sheets, legs tangled together.

For a while, they simply laid there.

They only had eyes for each other.

Loving caresses said all that they needed to know, even as they stayed up, talking about anything and everything late into the night.

#dragon age #dai #the iron bull #inquisitor adaar #male adaar #adaar x bull #adaaribull #i think that's the ship name???#my first dragon age romance and i don't even think i've written for it before #shame on me smh #warning for d/s elements of course #word count is close to 5k #because i have no control #bluerose writes

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All Hail West Thedas

Ch. 9: What Did You Think All Them Saddles and Boots Was About?

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 44899 | Chapters: 9/9

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Dorian had been dreaming of little else since he’d arrived, and nothing at all else since it had become a real possibility. Yet still, he had only been with a handful of men, and only once in a situation with more than one of them at a time, and that had been… well he didn’t even remember all of it. Sort of sloppy. Disorganized. Boring, in parts. This, he was sure, wouldn’t be. But he wasn’t sure of the rest.

"I'm just... it's only I've never... I'm simply—" he stammered on.

"It's ok to be nervous. We can take things slow. Nothing has to happen today, nothing unless you want it to,” said The Iron Bull, now very calm and shockingly gentle.

“I do,” Dorian corrected again quickly. “I do want it to. I’m just, kaffas, I’m sorry, Bull. I —”

Bull raised an eyebrow. “What exactly are you worried about?” he asked, “tell me.”

Dorian sighed.

He’d talked to Bull more than Ehsaan about home , about what had happened there, and why he’d left. Sweet as Ehsaan was, he felt as though The Bull somehow understood more than he did about it. He’d shared a bit of his own in turn, explaining plainly how he had been through his own share of abuses in a similar part of the world. For all their warring ideologies, Qunandar and Qarinus weren’t separated by much space at all.

“I don’t know,” he said, “what if — what if I have a bloody breakdown or —”

“You’re not going to have a breakdown,” Bull soothed with a small smile, placing that tough, gentle hand under his jaw again and pulling his gaze up into his own, “you’re going to have an orgasm. Several, if I get my way about it.”

Dorian swallowed. The Iron Bull’s smirk grew fuller.

“And the thing is, I always get my way.” He did that thing he did that wasn’t a wink.

Dorian snorted out a surprised laugh, but before he could protest, The Iron Bull kissed him once more. He leaned down, and pulled Dorian up. He wrapped him in tight arms and pressed his body into his full, broad chest. He dug his lips through the heat and hesitation, plundered his mouth and fought with his tongue until he’d worked Dorian into a frenzy to match, lowered his hands down, and nearly lifted him off the ground with the squeeze he gave Dorian's ass. Then he let him go, grinned at him.

And then they went to the bedroom.

#it's donnneeee #ahwt #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age fanfic #dorian x the iron bull #dorian x adaar x the iron bull #dorian x adaar #polyamory #cowboy au #modern au #all hail west thedas #what did you think all them saddles and boots was about #adaaribull

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