more bull x cadash since they’re in my head

Hello! What about "12. being intimidated by the strength of their own feelings" from love epiphanies for Bull and your Cadash? Happy writing ^.^

Thank you!! Here's some kinda angsty stuff with a Tal Vashoth Iron Bull who's trying to find his identity outside the Qun and what he means to the Inquisitor, if anything. For @dadrunkwriting

Rating: M for recollection of sexytimes Words: 524

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Iron Bull clicks his tongue, clec clok. 

Thank you, see you next week. 

His hand slips on the hilt he’s rewrapping — he’s lucky he’s not holding a knife. He doesn’t need another fingertip gone. He glances up, around, his one eye lazy and casual as he’s trained it to be. Never turn too quickly, never draw attention with movement, never let on he’s nervous to be seen. 

Tilda Cadash rewraps her own bow handle across the fire from him, her tongue working between her teeth. Her blind, pink eyes dart back and forth, but she feels along the ridges of the leather thong she’s wrapped with sensitive fingertips. The firelight casts flickering colours across her colourless skin and hair — she’s blush red, sunset orange, a perfect canvas for more permanent mottled marks if he likes. 

She’s let him give them. Asked for them, begged for them, squirming under his hands as he holds her down. Mark me. Make me yours.

But it’s different there, in the confines of her room. Out here, she’s the boss — bas — the one who calls the shots and makes a difference. The one who says if they go on or stop. Just as she has ownership of their secrets with katoh, she owns whatever unfriendship lies between them. 

There’s a kind of surrender in giving to her. It’s an unspoken contract, an understanding that there’s this, then everything else. He’s trusted with clearing the Inquisitor’s mind, trusted to let her forget for a little while, and that kind of trust is what keeps Iron Bull breathing. It’s a role, a task. It’s something he’s called to, like a Tamassran or Arishok or Ben Hassrath. Does the child love the Tamassran back for feeding it and teaching it? Do the people love the Arishok for protecting them? Do the reeducated thank the Ben Hassrath for their intervention? Or is it simply a matter of course?

Tilda wants what the Iron Bull can give her, and that’s alright. It has to be alright. 

Leather creaks between his fingers as he pulls it tight. A flicker of memory is a pale light behind his blinks — the hilt isn’t a hilt, but Tilda’s leg, her arm, her flesh pressed between loops of rope. When he unwound it then, the rope left white, bloodless lines before they flushed hot and chafed and red. He blinks again there’s the memory, newer and fresher, of Tilda’s muzzled mouth, her hair wound into a snarled knot in his massive fist, her body curled around his forearm and the three fingers he’s buried to the last knuckle inside her. He remembers how he let her hand rest on his thigh, just in case she needed to tap out a silent katoh against his skin. He remembers with a gut-deep ache how he wished that she could touch him like this outside this room, where nothing was supposed to change.

The Iron Bull looks up again at the Inquisitor across the fire. Her Anchor flashes green in her palm. He remembers who he is. He remembers why he’s here. And the role is enough — it has to be enough.

ivara cadash

do you have a top 5 favorite descriptions of scenery or memories from your fics? how about a top 5 lines of dialogue or moments of banter or exchange?

Good times going through everything I've written grabbing snippets of stuff!

I decided to just pick top 5 general fic moments (linked, in no specific order below):

The Vow (F!Tabris and Zevran Arainai)

His hand reached for hers without a thought. It was almost an instinct for him, like a dagger in his hand, it fit his perfectly. Briva leaned into him and smiled and his heart raced in his chest. Things were different. He was alive for one thing, when she could have easily ended everything in that clearing. And two, he was here, very much alive now, and feeling things he never thought he’d feel again. Things he used to think were silly and foolish and damning. Things that got you killed because they made you weak. And yet he felt these things for her and it made him stronger and freer than he’d ever felt. He felt like more with her than he ever did without her.

The Makings of You (F!Cadash and The Iron Bull)

At that moment, she began to weep again. She cried for her friendship and relationship with Gerren. She cried for letting him join them on their escort. She cried for Gerren dying in her arms. She cried for feeling like he abandoned her. She cried for the drinking, the fighting, and her desperation. She cried for the night her father stood at her door letting her know she was not alone no matter how she felt. She was finally experiencing the catharsis of all the hurt she'd experienced, all the pain she’d caused, and everything she'd locked away behind iron walls within her. Just when she thought she'd cried for everything she could, she felt his hand cradle the back of her head. Her mind turned to the first time she met him on the Storm Coast. The first time they fought enemies together, the first time he called her Boss, their first drink at the tavern together, the first story they shared by fire at camp, the first time she had drinks with the Chargers, the first time she sparred in the practice ring with him, the first time they flirted with each other, the first time they killed a dragon, the first time he met her in her suite, the first time they discussed the rules, the first time she admitted to the inner council it was no momentary diversion and she and Bull would be continuing. A dragon’s tooth, split in two for each person to wear so no matter how far apart life takes you, you're always together he said. She recalled the surprised look on his face when she presented him with the necklace. He called her Kadan, my heart. She cried for everything she'd lost and now for everything she'd found.

The Cost of War (FemShep)

They all knew what they signed up for. The skirmishes, the battles, the reconnaissance, the exercises, it was part of military life. It was part of Alliance life. It was part of N7 life. It was definitely a part of her life as Commander Shepard. The Geth, the Collectors, Cerberus, the Reapers - they all wore away at her each time they came into contact with each other. As she continued to cry there in the shower, she wondered if there would be anything left of her once it all ended. Ryal didn’t know if she could continue to pay the cost of war without losing herself in the process.

Left Behind (F!Hawke and Fenris)

She stood there at the table and watched as he slept. His hair splayed out on the pillow, much longer now than when they fled from Kirkwall in the middle of the night some time ago. Wrinkles slightly creasing the corners of his eyes, a sign of the stresses they had endured. They had been through so much together. He had been by her side every step of the way. Even when he didn't agree, he would trust her judgement to see them through to the end of it. And despite his loyalty and devotion, she was contemplating how to leave him there at that inn in a few days. There was no way she could let him accompany her. Even with everything they'd been through, she just couldn't let him endanger himself yet again. Sonika felt like she was always asking so much of him. It was never a question of if he could handle it, it was a matter of should he have to. She knew his love for her wouldn't allow him to be left behind, yet her heart was torn not wanting to ask more of him again.

Always a Price (Tav and Ascended Astarion)

"Aeternitas ," he remarked to them, his eyes poring over their face. They'd spoken about what happens after Cazador, the tadpoles, the elder brain, everything. What would it mean for them…if there was going to be a them after. They had mostly aligned throughout their journey together but what would happen when he became a vampire ascendant and they were controlling a cult. Both desired power but neither wanted to consider what would happen should their goals and paths diverge. They'd left things at choosing each other and would come to terms with the day someone no longer did when faced with it.  Astarion loosened his grasp just slightly so Gan could speak with less strain.  It was just enough to let Gan cough a little in relief. Once it subsided, hopefully a bit of truth would bring him back to reality…or at least buy Gan some time. "I already chose."

Day 7. Tangled

@14daysdalovers

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Cadash/Solas (Dragon Age), Female Cadash/The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Solas & The Iron Bull Characters: Rinna Cadash, Solas (Dragon Age), The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Varric Tethras Additional Tags: Solas Lovers Exchange, Gift Fic, Established Relationship, Polyamory, A Triad If You Squint, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Caretaking, Cadash Is a Mother Hen, Solas Is Exasperated, Bull Is Amused, Dwarf Culture & Customs, Varric Tethras is a Good Friend Summary:

Solas and The Iron Bull don't always see eye to eye. But when Bull is injured, contention is laid aside for the sake of the woman who loves them both.

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My gift to @wickedwitchofthewilds for the @solas-lovers-exchange! 

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Ship Type Mixed Gender     55% Male Only     21% Female Only    24%

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Welcome to my blog! Here you'll find OFMD brainrot (particularly Izzy/Ed/Stede) and Dragon Age ramblings.

For context, some of my Dragon Age OC’s. From right to left, top to bottom, we have:

Ambeth Lavellan: an elven warrior, Ambeth has no interest in being the inquisitor. Unfortunately, her protestations have fallen mostly on deaf ears. My only inquisitor who is also a mother, Ambeth is keenly aware of her son back with her clan. Her romance with Cullen was a slow, soft thing. 

Alexandria ‘Alex’ Hawke: A soft, diplomatic girl who holds the world on her shoulders and always sees the good in those around her, Alex Hawke has a group of friends that would kill to keep her safe. She is immensely in love with her wife Merrill.

Merripen Lavellan: Merripen Lavellan was born a twin, and when his brother died from the plague, he devoted his life to Falon’Din, Elven God of Death and Fortune. Now, he lives a supposedly quiet life with The Iron Bull, although rumours abound about his close contact with his previous Spy Master and one Dorian Pavus, and what plans he may have for the future.

Aiden Hawke: my canon Hawke, my beloved, my angry boi, my favourite. Full of rage, Aiden started ripping the world apart when his sister was taken to the circle. He fell in love with Anders because of the work Anders was doing for the mage underground, a course he violently believed in. He was very, very tragic and very, very angry and I loved him with my whole soul.

DeLila Cadash: my canon inquisitor, my beloved, my girl, my favourite. The youngest of six, a warrior and a closet nerd, DeLila found a family in the inquisition she never thought she'd have. She misses them all dearly, but loves running rooftops with her wife, infamous Red Jenny Sera (extra pics and info: x x x)

Queen Lillian Hawke: A power hungry blood mage, Lillian finds it mildly funny that her friends, even her biographer, all also kinda hate her. Her relationship with Sebastian led to her claiming the title of Queen of Starkhaven, along with Champion of Kirkwall and Provisional Viscount of Kirkwall. 

Aban Adaar: my sweet, shy mage qunari who loves gardening and his wife Lady Josephine Montilyet (extra pics and info: x x x x)

Jenny Hawke: Crazy, sacrastic, and a little obsessed with gold coin (if prone to over-spending with them), Jenny deflected all her problems with sarcasm. She also had a weakness for pirate queens. 

Rust Cadash-Rainier: whatever her original name was, it's been lost to time. Now she goes by Rust and is learning to cook eggs with her husband (who, rumour has it, may once have been a war criminal, if one can believe the kindly man who spends his free time making toys for children is the same Thom Rainier that Orlais tried to execute), and also fighting to put a stop to Solas's stupidity (fightings in her bones, she could never put down her daggers) (extra pics and info x x x)

Thank you to everyone who puts up with me talking about these idiots, and the many more I'm no doubt likely to create and talk about in the future - my asks are always open if you have any questions about any of them, from which songs I think fit them to their backstories to the choices they made in game x

Some links to other things you may be interested in (because tumblr only lets you pin one post at a time):

I run two discord groups: a Dragon Age one, and an OFMD SteddyHands centric One. Both are 18+. If you want a link to either, please message me and we'll sort something out. Both are v chill communities.

All my writing can be found here on Ao3

My Mod Recs for each Dragon Age game can be found here (I’ll try and keep these vaguely updated too): Dragon age Origins, Dragon age 2, Dragon Age Inquisition

My Solas Romance Review can be found here (one day when I have time I’ll review all the romances in Dragon Age but alas, not yet)

Some fic rec lists of other peoples fics! Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus , Geralt/Jaskier

The Dragon Age fic data I collected can be found here (Nov 2021): Dragon Age Origins, Dragon Age 2, Dragon Age Inquisition

I WOULD LOVE YOUR PERSONAL FAVE HOT TAKES FROM THE SURVEY!!! i love rare pairs and surveys 👀

hell YES buckle UP babes

I present to yall, in no particular order, pairings from the surveys that have been On My Mind since first going thru all the results:

hawke / alistair (potential for such sexy gut wrenching angst if they’re both in the fade for here lies the abyss…hello. whoever sent this in if you see this PLEASE tell me who you left in the fade)

m!lavellan / yvette montilyet (I just thought it was very cute 🥲 I feel like their romance would be so sweet !!)

f!mahariel / levi dryden (I found this very endearing too lol idk why)

two f!cadashes (wives, not related) in a polycule w the iron bull. literally this meme:

f!adaar / valta (the DRAMA….what happens after the wellspring and the titan I need to know!!!)

inq / prof kenric (just bc i also liked him hehe) (polycule w him + scout harding was also cute)

the person who said “f!Lavellan x Varric but especially if it’s post Solavellan I WILL die on this hill” i know i already posted a screenshot of it but i dont care. this gave me brain worms (extremely complimentary)

& this one might be my all time fav just bc I can’t stop thinking about it:

hawke / justice / merrill polycule (I want to study you. how is justice part of the polycule and not anders. I genuinely love this so much)

I have a bad habit of restarting Inquisition, I think I’m going to have to make characters and align them to specific romances even if I don’t play them all. So I think this is how it’s going to go

M!Cadash x Dorian (Rogue)

F!Cadash x Sera (Warrior)

M!Adaar x Iron Bull (Mage)

F!Adaar x Blackwall (Rogue)

M!Lavellan x Cassandra (Rogue)

F!Lavellan x Solas (Mage)

M!Trevelyan x Josephine (Warrior)

F!Trevelyan x Cullen (Mage)

once I do my cadash x iron bull playthrough and start writing about them I'm gonna describe them the way male authors describe women:

"the horned giant finished putting on his eyepatch, he breasted boobily down the stairs and titted downwards. cadash followed, his thick buttcheeks clapping, making a sound that could've alerted corypheus himself."

my answer to the question nobody asked: what if bull had a tail

ROOOO must have Tilda x Iron Bull pls pls pls - for “God, you love it like this, don’t you?” from the smut prompts???? 👀👀👀👀👀

Whew okay here take this before I change my mind lol. For @dadrunkwriting

Rating: E (for smuts) Words: 911 (lol) Pairing: Tilda Cadash x Iron Bull Warnings: bondage, dom/sub, subspace, choking

Tilda is a slip of warmth between his hands — just a malleable bit of woman, highly suggestible and completely trusting. Iron Bull’s gotten her here with kisses that turned into bites, twists of her arms behind her back, a fist clenched in her hair, a hand around her throat. Only a flower-chain of knots holds her fast, but she doesn’t even need it anymore. The Inquisitor has let her title go, and all she does is feel. 

This is the part that makes Iron Bull drunk. He’s careful — always is, always conscious of his partner and their nonverbal signs and level of responsiveness — but he can’t deny that he takes more pleasure from this than anything else. How she needs him. How she moves only when he moves her. How he needs to only slide his thumb beneath her pale lip for her to open her mouth wide. 

Iron Bull clasps the entirety of her lower face in his hand. He chuckles to himself when she blearily laps at the cropped end of his amputated ring finger. He moves her head side to side, and the rest of her ragdolls as he supports some of her weight. If she were more aware, she might be embarrassed of the guttural, wet sounds she’s making — as it is, he shoves his fingers deeper into her mouth until she chokes, until his fingers draw away covered in threads of her saliva, coated in frothy bubbles from her throttled breath. He slaps her casteless-tattooed cheek, hard and without warning, and roughly grasps her face again. 

“Mine,” he growls, and spits in her mouth. 

She doesn’t even try to swallow — she just sticks out her tongue, which is stark red against the white of her colourless skin. Her watery-pale eyes, sightless and glazed, drift back and forth. She can’t see him, at least not his details. He knows she can see his size by how he blots out the sun. 

He hikes a knee up on the bed and groans at the discomfort. He tugs Tilda over the rest of the way by his handle on her forearms and ankles — with a few pushes, he has her where he wants her. She’s floppy and useless and empty, just a set of holes. He tells her that, grumbling it to her as if he’s confessing love. 

Tilda can’t even speak. She doesn’t try. 

He’s been hard for almost too long. It hurts when he grasps himself, like he’s bruised, but he can’t find the energy to regret how long he’s teased and tormented her. Just as he sinks her further into the space beyond awake, he’s edging himself with her need. 

“Open,” he grunts, and presses his cockhead to her lips. 

She relaxes her jaw as if she’s done this a thousand times. Maybe it was already relaxed, like so much of her — he grabs her hair anyway and makes a mess of it, winding his massive hand into the rough, half-braided white strands. He yanks her head with his handle on her, until she slips and gags herself on his dick. 

“You can take it,” he grumbles, Despite how good it feels for the hot slide of her mouth to swallow him deep, he doesn’t let on — she likes it when she feels like nothing, like she’s not even making him feel good. Like this is all she’s good for. “Open your throat, you little whore. You love it like this, don't you?”

Tilda’s gagging, choking — but she can still breathe, so he pushes. There’s a million little ways for him to tell if he needs to back off, but none of them give him pause now. And when he looks between her thighs, spread from how he’s got her ankles tied, he can see just how red and positively dripping her little cunt is. 

“Suck me off good and I’ll fuck you,” he promises her. “Now open.”

Tilda’s whimpering through her nose, unabashed and almost animalistic in this space beyond consciousness. The sound stops when he pushes into her opening throat. 

He can feel his dick beneath where his hand grips her neck. 

Iron Bull fucks her face, feeding her his cock bit by bit. She’s so small that he could span her with both his hands if he wanted — but he wants her to be able to speak in the morning. When he finally pulls out with a grunt, she draws in a sloppy, sobbing, gasping breath. He doesn’t give her one second before he’s turning her and yanking on the chain of knots like it’s a handle. She’s comically little between his own spread knees on the bed. 

Tilda just stares up at him, dazed and flushed and wet-lipped, and heaves a guttural groan when he pushes inside her. He presses a hand to her soft little stomach, grasps her waist in his hand, and fucks her into the bed. 

“Good,” is all he says, all he deigns say, even as his every cell screams for him to tell her how this really makes him feel — as if he could muster the words.

But he may as well have heaped the prettiest of praise on her, like Solas might have. Her face glows at the tiniest assurance, and her glazed eyes well up as she tries to focus them on him. He leans over her and, since she’s too small to reach her mouth, he kisses the top of her head. 

“Kadan,” he calls her, and that seems like enough.

The Center Will Hold

A commission for @batdarkladyvampir, featuring Malika Cadash and Iron Bull. In which Malika learns the truth about her watchword. 

Malika’s pleasure at Bull’s hand and will was a solid, centering pleasure. At his mercy, tied in his ropes and blindfolded on their shared bed in her quarters, she begged herself to float back to him. She begged her body to find her pleasure and give him her pleasure.

She was too far away. She would have floated completely, gone somewhere else other than the only place worth being. The restraints and the blindfold were too much together tonight. It reminded.

Go back, she told herself. Go back to him. You’re not there at Adamant. You’re here. You’re here.

She didn’t hear Bull, not until the second time. She didn’t hear him utter “katoh.” He used the word he gave her, the one she never wanted to use.

He began unfastening immediately, undoing her blindfold first. All their time together, and it had only been uttered by him, she thought as she blinked back the brightness of the room. Then he untied the rest of her, delicately yet efficiently. Her hands were free first before he loosened the ropes across her waist, her feet the last thing free. Dazed, she rubbed at her ankles absently as he sat next to her. In any other circumstance, she would have laughed. He took up most of the space on the bed and then some. His vastness should have been intimidating. It never was. To Malika his solidness was a challenge and a promise. She could take all of him and then some, every day.

She felt the pressure of tears, tears she bit back and hoped Bull wouldn’t see. Of course he did anyway. He knew her. He wiped them away, as carefully and delicately as he did when he took off her restraints. He shouldn’t have. She didn’t need to use her word. She could have shown him and proved she was as strong as he believed.

But Bull decided for her. He decided she wasn’t strong enough. That hurt most of all.

“I was fine,” Malika said. “Why did you stop it?”

He wiped more tears away. “You didn’t want to go on.”

“I did.”

Click to continue 

I hear the Inquisitor caused quite the stir at Halamshiral

Rating: Explicit Category: F/M Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Iron Bull, Female Cadash/Iron Bull Characters: Iron Bull, Female Cadash Additional Tags: Hand & Finger Kink, Blow Jobs, Light Bondage, Blood Kink, Size Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Blindfolds, Smut