Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu. For every year I will make my own and it will be open for anyone to use as a prompt list.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
1 ✧ MILKING | CARLISLE CULLEN
2 ✧ SEX TAPE | NEGAN SMITH
3 ✧ GAGGING | SEVERUS SNAPE
4 ✧ WATERSPORTS | DARYL DIXON
5 ✧ APHRODISIACS | RICK C-137
6 ✧ COCK RING | EMMRICH VOLKARIN
7 ✧ EDGING | EDDIE BROCK
8 ✧ MIRROR SEX | LUCIUS MALFOY
9 ✧ FACE-RIDING | SOLAS
10 ✧ PIERCINGS | IANTO JONES
11 ✧ FLASHING | VIKTOR
12 ✧ PUBLIC | JOSIAH TRELAWNY
13 ✧ FOOD PLAY | LUCANIS DELLAMORTE
14 ✧ SEX POLLEN | JACK HARKNESS
15 ✧ EYE CONTACT | HANNIBAL LECTER
16 ✧ BELLY BULGE | COPIA | PAPA EMERITUS IV
17 ✧ BONDAGE | ELIJAH MIKAELSON
18 ✧ PET-PLAY | DUTCH VAN DER LINDE
19 ✧ BODY PAINT | KLAUS MIKAELSON
20 ✧ HEAT | GARRUS VAKARIAN
21 ✧ COCK SMACKING | GHOST | SIMON RILEY
22 ✧ IN-AIR SUSPENSION | TONY STARK
23 ✧ GLORY HOLE | (POST-WAR) COOPER HOWARD | THE GHOUL
24 ✧ OBEDIENCE TRAINING | BROTHER DAY
25 ✧ SCRATCHING | VANDER
26 ✧ ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION | BILLY BLACK
27 ✧ COCK RESTING | LEE RUSSELL
28 ✧ PRAISE | JOHN PRICE
29 ✧ BREEDING | KRATOS
30 ✧ CAUGHT | GAVIN REED
31 ✧ AFTERCARE | FINNICK ODAIR
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parings: Solas, Emmrich, Davrin, Lucanis, Iron Bull, Cullen, Varric, Zevran, Fenris x female reader. (No specific protagonist in mind).
summary: memorable moments with the Dragon Age men during sex.
warnings: Smut, p in v, oral, porn with feelings, established relationships, unprotected, dominant and submissive reader, etc, Emmrich is older than the reader.
A/N: I’m a newish one year fan bear with me ♡
Word Count: 4.5k (for everything). I didn’t proofread
Solas: He can’t stop admiring you..
“You look so gorgeous like this.”
There was something that drew Solas to seeing you nude in the water. He wasn’t sure what it was but he couldn’t help himself from coaxing you to take a bath with him in the nearby lakes near camp every night.
Maybe it was the way the water droplets trickled so beautifully down your nude body, or how soft you’d feel when he’d touch your damp skin. It didn’t matter now though, he finally had you all to himself.
After finally getting some alone time with you, here you were, back pressed against a large warm rock while your lower body was submerged underneath the calm heated waters. Solas would be lying if he said he wasn’t staring. He couldn’t be more obvious.
“You’re flattering me, Solas.”
“It comes naturally to me, do you not think you are beautiful?” Solas swims rather slowly through the water towards the large rock, eyes fixated on you like you were measly prey. He’s already over you in seconds after reaching you, hands running up and down your arms, his touch a gentle kiss that cools down your warm skin almost instantly.
“Maker have mercy, solas-! Are you trying to freeze me to death?” You giggle, grabbing at his wrist as he continues to playfully tickle down your sides with chilled fingertips before grasping at your hips. “You should take some responsibility and warm me up then” Your brow furrows “responsibility? What for?”
“You’re tempting me.” He expresses a gentle smile “I don’t think I can last another second away from you.” He shakes his head, hesitating going further because the taste of you alone would lock him in place forever. Slowly, he leans into your embrace, lips soft, a gentle touch against your own with an almost vanilla flavor on his tongue. “You even taste divine..” his free hand slips down your hip and between your legs, rubbing drawn out circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb, while his other hand rubs your lower back, pulling you to his chest as you shiver into his embrace.
“Don’t pull away, I want you to feel good. It’s what you simply deserve.” His body weight was gentle but firm, caging you against the rock as his long fingers slipped inside you with ease.
“Beautiful…” he whispered against your now parted mouth. He didn’t even have the nerve to pull away from you even an inch. “You are divine..” your leg twitches against his thigh as you moan hoarsely into the quiet air. “I am truly blessed to view such a sight.” You were lucky (and hopeful) no one could hear you this deep in the forest with how loud you were. “Solas..don’t stop kissing me, please..” you bite your bottom lip, noting how his expression grows into a deeper need you couldn’t quite understand. His pupils were dilated, expression fixed on your reactions as he angled his fingers to the spot inside you that made your legs crumble.
“You’ll let everything out for me, won’t you?” It almost sounded like he was downright pleading. “I cannot bear to miss a single moment of your pleasure. Please, cum for me, my heart.”
Emmrich: He knows how to calm you down when you get too bratty.
You’ve always been one to test Emmrich’s forgiving nature. The man didn’t know how to keep up with you sometimes. You were playful, sure, but did you have to joke about his age? It was meant to be a lighthearted joke, a small poke at his aged maturity. You didn’t know it would leave you exhausted.
“You must get so tired when we have sex, don’t you, Emmrich?” You rubbed your hand against his hairline, smiling as his brow lifted in confusion. “I beg your pardon?”
“You know what I mean,” you sink closer to him in the bed, nuzzling innocently into his bare chest. “You’re an older man, sex must be so draining for you.”
“I must wear you out..”
The expression on Emmrich’s face was one you’ve never had the unlucky chance of seeing before. He was concentrated, an offputting silence that made your laughter die down rather quickly. You apologetically smile, rubbing his shoulder to ease his mood “I apologize, that was insensitive of me.”
“It won’t happen again.”
It sure as hell wouldn’t happen again. You would soon enough be truly sorry. In minutes you were on your side, leg lifted and held to Emmrich’s chest as his hips tightened their thrusts with each roll.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say when you’re like this.”
Your nails grip into the mattress, crumbling the sheets into your palm each time his length slid deeper inside you. The two of you had just got done having sex not even an hour ago, why did you have to rile him up again?
“I— I apologized, please, Emmrich—“
Your body was screaming from overstimulation, pussy fluttering perfectly around his cock. He’s already left his mark molding you, he always fits so snug inside.
“I want a thorough apology. I won’t accept it until you’ve tired out.”
“Let’s see whose stamina holds up for the task.”
You spurt around him, one of the many orgasms you’d get today. He doesn’t stop, he only restricts you further, pinning your legs above your head and locking you in with his full body weight. The sound of balls slapping against your ass couldn’t be any louder. It was wet, smooth and rough all at the same time. Cock dragging in and out of you with ease, rutting into that spot inside you that made you wish you had the ability o close your legs.
“Emmrich..I’m a-sorry.” You claw at his back, nails leaving marks that may last weeks, eyes hazy with tears. Emmrich didn’t seem to mind though, he only answers you with a kiss to your nose, humming with satisfaction as your body trembles in his hold.
And once you cum for the last time today you can’t help going limp in his arms, whining out as he continues to draw out your orgasm with controlled hips before giving a gentle kiss to your lips.
“I accept your apology, now rest, my love. Or should I keep going, hm?”
Davrin: You’re always falling for his sweet talk.
Davrin had a habit of making you forget yourself. The man’s voice was rich, smooth like honey and low enough to make your bones vibrate with each syllable that escaped his mouth.
Maybe that’s how you ended up here, perched up on his desk as he gently massaged your tense shoulders after an exhausting group fight. “You look tense here,” he rubs down your sides, warm hands slipping under your shirt before lifting it up and over your head.
“Davrin—“ he shushes you, kissing your puckered lips before urging you over to his lounge chair near the balcony where he laid you down. “If I’m going to ease your nerves, I need to get a “deeper” understanding of your body.”
His tongue licks from your lower stomach, between your breast right to your neck, smooching and lightly tugging skin with eager teeth. “To understand you more.. I should get a feeling of what I’m working with.” He’s smooth, too smooth, already pulling your pants and underwear away without wasting another minute.
Large palms are over your scarred hips before Davrin reaches over to a side table to grab a bottle of some kind of oil. “When did you get that?” You raise a brow, shivering once he pours a generous amount over your pelvis and thighs. “I found it at a local supplies shop. The seller was amazing at helping me find just the thing to loosen you up.”
Before you can even question him he’s rubbing in the oil, firm hand kneading into your tense thighs and two thick fingers spreading your folds open to the cool air.
“—!“ you puff out a tense breath you were holding in, “massages can never be truly innocent with you, can they?”
“I’m only trying to help, do you not like it?” Long digits work their way inside you, the extra lubricant making the process easier than you’d expect. “No..I think I like it too much. That’s the problem. How am I supposed to focus when you- fmmmm,” you bite your lip, rubbing his cheek as his fingers curl inside “distract me like this..”
“You’ll have a clear mind after this. You have my word.”
“I doubt that…”
It doesn’t take long for this “massage” to stop being a massage. Or maybe it still was, you didn’t have the brain power to think. Not when Davrin’s cock slid in and out inside you. He always felt so perfect as you wrapped around him.
Your mind was cloudy, body only focused on cumming on your lovers cock as he held your legs over his shoulders. “See, “ he laughs, easing himself deeper just to drag out his length until you’re left with his tip seconds after “your mind seems clear enough.”
He slams back against you, humming as you let out a yelp of surprise, gushing on his cock and squirting on his lower stomach.
“Davrin—yes!” You throw your head back, falling limp against the sofa.
“Honey?”
He calls your name twice, smiling after he sees you’re too fucked out to respond. He really did keep his promise on clearing those thoughts up in your pretty little head.
Lucanis: You love hearing him worship you while you used him.
“My- My love—! Please—”
Antivan men were known for spoiling and drowning their partners in praise and affection, but all the sweet talking and gifts you were getting from Lucanis was more than you could keep up with. He spoiled you to death, so why would you not return the favor?
“What’s wrong?” You innocently bat your lashes as you licked up the base of his cock before planting a soft kiss at his tip. You loved watching his cock twitch underneath you. He was truly a sensitive man. How could he not be when you were so overly gentle with him.
“I should be giving you attention” he rasps, and you can’t help but place a single finger on his lips to stop him “you already do so much for me, Lucanis. I should at least show you how much I appreciate you in return.”
You return to your treat, licking and sucking on his tip while watching his usually calm composure crumble before you. “You feel so good..” he gasps, holding a tight hand on your shoulder to keep you in place “don’t stop..”
You weren’t planning on stopping, but the sight of him begging made you feel more wet than you thought you’d be. You wanted to keep hearing how much he wanted you, so you slowed down, teasingly licking around his tip.
“Love, don’t do this..” his eyebrows furrow, a hint of frustration he’d never shown before slowly rising to the surface as you only gave him the grace of simple closed mouth kisses. “Do what?”
He sighs, not used to being selfish asking for something like this “please, your mouth.”
“Hm? What do you want me to do with my mouth?”
“Please suck my cock, please pretty girl.”
You couldn’t mess with him any longer, you comply, wrapping your lips around him once again, slurping him whole just how he liked it.
“You’re doing so good, hmm— don’t stop” this time you don’t, and he makes sure of it by gripping your shoulders so you can't pull away. He rolls his hips, cock massaging your tongue and throat while you try not to gag on the size.
“Pretty mouth making me want to cum..” he whines, throwing his head back against the chair.
And once he cums you can’t help but lower him back against his bed, riding him just how he wants.
“Looks so beautiful on me” he pants, holding your sides as he pumps into you. “Want to cum inside you, let me, please “
You didn’t deny him anything, you let him roll into you, length hitting just right against your inner walls before he finally cums inside you with a warm gush.
You rub his damp cheek, smiling softly “See how good you can feel when you let me take care of you, Lucanis?”
The Iron Bull: He loves enabling you.
You were a bit too cocky. Too loud and confident for your own good sometimes.
You said you could take him, and now that it’s finally time to ride him your legs were shaking. He prepped you to the best of his ability. Splitting you open with his large fingers that curled deliciously inside you til you came twice around them. If his fingers were that much of a challenge..would his cock be too much..?
“You look nervous, kadan. Backing out?” Gluping, you scoot closer to him on the bed, examining his length like you’re about to head into war.
“I’m nervous.” You lightly admit, watching the smile on your lover's face grow ten tons. “I thought you said you were ready.”
“I did”
He rubbed your cheek, coaxing your attention back onto him. “I’ll only continue if you are certain—”
“I am ready.” You tried your best to sound brave, you really did. But the hesitation in your voice was too obvious for your bull to ignore. He lets you straddle his waist, large hands keeping you stable on top of him as you hover over the intimidating length underneath you. “Go slow,” his voice was a gentle firm guide, “take the tip and ease down when you’re comfortable.”
You do exactly as he says, rubbing your pussy over his tip, trying to build the courage before letting his large length ease its way inside.
“Good girl.” A low purr rumbles through his chest.
“Shit..” you pant out.
“It’s actually not that bad right now.” You manage a small smile, placing your hands on his chest to keep balance. “It feels good…”
“Imagine how much better it’ll feel when you take the whole thing.” He lightly jokes, rubbing your hip.
“I want to take you. Fully. Or– I want to try at least.”
Taking him inch by inch is definitely difficult, but you finally manage to meet his pelvis after a few attempts. He’s large, cock so wide it made you feel extremely full— and when you pulled your hips back up just to slip him back deep inside, it felt like paradise. “There we go,” he smiled, grabbing your ass, “take control over me.”
Each thrust you felt yourself growing greedier, more confident that you’d be able to continue a bit longer on your own. Your hips rolled faster against him, leaving a wet plap each time you both came skin to skin.
“Feel so good,” you breathed out, grabbing at one of his long horns as you rode him out. “I might cum..”
“You can do whatever you want when you’re on top of me. I won’t refuse you, ever.”
Cullen: He gets really shy when you crawl under his desk.
“Commander, a word?” you almost hit your head against the table when someone enters Cullen’s study. You had crawled under his desk while he was doing paperwork not too long ago, bored out of your mind because there was simply nothing to do. You were curled by his feet, book in hand, in the middle of an extremely erotic chapter when someone barged through the doors into the room.
You wanted to laugh when you saw Cullen's knees hit the lower part of his desk, but you bit your lip. You knew he’d be embarrassed if anyone caught you two in such a provocative position.
He coughed, scooting his chair closer to his desk to hide you better “How may I help you?”
The conversation wasn’t very entertaining, but boy was it long. You were easily starting to get bored once again. You couldn’t even enjoy your book because there wasn’t any more silence.
“I think we should send a team near here and—“ you place down your book, resting your hands on Cullen’s thighs. It was cute watching how stiff he became from a light touch alone. “And…” he coughs “what are your thoughts on the matter?”
You couldn’t be any slower lowering the front band on his pants. It was tricky, but with a little force you were able to ease out his already erect length. He looked delicious. You knew this would aid any boredom left in your mind.
“…!”
You’re kind enough to warn him, kissing his tip before blowing. A sign you were about to taste him. He shifts in his seat, voice cracking as he continues to speak, but you couldn’t care less. Your lips are around him, sucking around his tip like a sweet lollipop despite the bitter taste.
“Uhm—the area is very dangerous so we need to get prepared and..”
You engulfed him, mouth pushing him past your limits as you let a good portion of him linger at the entrance of your throat. You couldn’t get enough of his taste alone.
“Ahem...” he puffs out a stiff breath, fingers clawing into the table. “Commander, are you quite alright?”
“You look flustered.” It was a shame you couldn’t laugh right now.
“I’m experiencing a minor headache, can I meet with you later— mhh..today?”
A heavy silence lingers before the person finally speaks. “Yes, commander.”
When the sounds of heavy boots leaving fade from your ears, you’re forcibly pulled away, saddened by the loss of your meal. Cullen grabs you from under the desk, cheeks and the tips of his ears red. “That was a dirty game.”
“I was only bored, you said I’d be entertained by the book but it was far too noisy to concentrate. Why do you have such a dirty one on your shelf anyways, commander?”
Cullen lifts you onto his desk, pulling your pants to your ankles. “Your curiosity will be the death of me soon enough.”
Varric: He doesn’t care that he's selfish with you.
Varric was called a lot of things, but one thing he couldn’t really deny was that he was selfish. As selfish as any man could be. How could he not be when he had you? The moment he first met you he knew there wasn’t a chance he’d let you go, so why were you so surprised now? Despite being a major tease, Varric was overly gentle with you. Behind closed doors his voice softly lowered whenever you were near. He adored you completely.
His tone is always tender in bed. He loves having you wrapped around him. Legs tucked over his large waist while you pant softly into his shoulder as you take his cock. It makes his heart flutter, and he can’t help but softly laugh. Not because he found it funny, but you were too cute like this.
“Is it really that much for you to handle, sunshine?” Large hands glide up your thighs before giving a small pat on your ass. Varric smiles, you were always beautiful, but seeing you this close never failed to take his breath away.
He was right. He was only inches inside you, tip barely snug past your opening. He was quite big after all. It was natural that you needed a second to adjust.
“You’re squeezing me so tight” he grunts, noting how you quickly reverse your parted lips into a small smile. You know how to play him at his own game after all. You knew it didn’t take much to make him weak.
“And here I am thinking I was the only one struggling” you muttered softly in his ear, rubbing your scarred hand over his damp cheek. His face was contorted, eyes fluttering open and close as you rolled your hips against his slowly, teasing his tip in and out of you. You knew he needed more, knew he wanted you deeper—but you wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he’d break you.
“I don’t need to lie,” Varric adds, squeezing your thighs as he pulls you flush to his chest. “You already know the effect you have on me. Now—“ he starts pumping his hips up, admiring as your lips shape into a soft “o” as his cock splits you open “let me see what I do to you.”
“Varric..” you hiss, clinging onto his body like a snake “you ass..”
You couldn’t hold onto him any tighter. Your arms were draped around his head as he nuzzled himself into your chest, kissing and biting softly into the sides of your breast as his cock bullied its way deeper inside you. You tasted so exquisite on his tongue.
“Go ahead” he whispered, a stray smile fighting to curl on his trembling lips “curse me, hit me, yell at me..”
“But you and I both know I always need more when it comes down to you.”
Zevran: You never needed coaxing when he asked for you.
“You are simply divine. You look so beautiful spread on my fingers.”
The forest was borderline empty, a simple five minute walk to collect buckets of water turned into ten minutes and counting. The group should have known better than to let you and Zevran go alone together anywhere. Now here you were, legs spread open over your lover's lap, back pressed to his chest as his fingers glide inside you while he lets you suck on his fingers with his free hand.
“You must be quiet, my love.” His breath hissed across your ear in short pants, “you don’t want anyone at camp to find us, yes?”
You were completely lost, a love drunk expression etched on your face as you nod helplessly, mumbling incoherent sentences against his digits.
“If I take them away, will you behave?”
“Y-ms”
Zevran chuckles, slipping his fingers from your lips just to place them on your clit. He loved making you fall apart like this. Fall apart for him. You bite your bottom lip, trying your best to muffle the sounds of your pleasure, but Zevran had other plans.
“You’re trying really hard.” He withdraws his fingers from your aching hole, rubbing a circle around your entrance with the tip of his cock before slipping himself inside. “I think you can handle a bigger challenge.”
You let out a low raspy sigh, throat dry from keeping your lips closed for too long. His cock was long, filling that empty space inside you with ease, curving just the right amount that it hit so good against your g-spot.
“You are holding on so well, my love” he grabs your chin, tilting your head to face him before his lips meet yours. His tongue found its way inside your mouth, eager to taste you. “Your body responds so well to me”
“It looks like you like me” he lowers his gaze to where you both connect, biting his lip as he sinks further inside, disappearing before pulling out again, just to do it over and over again. “What will we tell everyone when we get back? Hm?”
“We could have filled all five buckets by now with how much you’ve been drooling”
If you weren’t so lost on his cock you’d punch him then and there. You only groan, rolling your hips to get more attention. “How greedy,” he snarls, “you know I’m not going anywhere.”
“Zevran please…”
He smiles into your cheek, “like I said. I’m all yours, you are starting to get a bit loud again, let me handle that...”
You’re flipped to face Zevran, weak thighs maneuvering over his slim waist as he slips his cock inside you once again, only this time he was facing you so he could muffle your moans with his mouth.
“There’s my pretty girl, come here.”
Fenris: It’s cute how concentrated he is when trying to please you.
You weren’t a good actor when it came to ignoring Fenris, but you sure as hell tried your best to ignore his sweet doe eyes whenever you were upset with him. He always looked confused, too puzzled on what to say to make things right. He always lingered behind you, but not close enough because he always looked as if he was hesitant to speak his tongue. It was torturous acting like you didn’t care.
“Fenris, you want to make up to me, don’t you?” You caved. It wasn’t that hard to fall victim to your lover's sweet face. The two of you were in your shared bed, cuddled up in one another’s embrace as you tangled your fingers in his silky silver hair. You both made up hours ago, but you couldn’t help but want to tease him just a bit more. The situation wasn’t that serious to begin with after all.
“You’re always petty,” he clicks his tongue “haven’t we already gotten past this?”
“We have, but I still think I’m owed a "proper" apology, wouldn’t you agree, Fenris?” Teasing fingertips wrap over his chin onto his collarbone, tracing the firm outline up to his Adam’s apple. He looked cute like this, an annoyed expression as he tried to block out your suggestion.
You knew he wouldn’t last long denying you anything. He never did.
—
“Fenris—“ your hands were shaking in his hair as you came, tugging him unbelievably closer as he ate you out vigorously. He looked so concentrated, never breaking eye contact as his tongue lapped and slurped around your small bundle of nerves. He loved seeing how much he affected you. “Mhh-“ you gasp “I think I can fully forgive you if you give me something m-more.” He rises, licking his bottom lip so he doesn't waste a single drop of your essence. “I can make that happen.” He smiles, lowering himself back onto the plush sheets so you could hover above him.
You looked beyond greedy, eyes filled with want as you examined him from below. And when you lowered yourself onto that delicious length that he kept hidden away under his pants, you couldn’t help but laugh out in small gasps.
“Mhh—I think I can finally forgive you now, thank you—haa “
You’re overjoyed, bouncing on him as he holds onto your lower waist tightly, like he was scared you’d fall off from how rough you were being. “Fuck—“ he curses lowly, “be gentle—“
“Are you afraid I’ll break you, Fenris?”
“No,”
“I’m afraid It’s the other way around.”
A/N: I wish I could romance Varric : ( he’s such a sweetie
He pulls you in slowly, quietly—a man of many words, allowing his hands to do the talking in this moment. His magic, soothing and calm, flows over your skin. You feel it as though it is embedded within your very veins. Perhaps it is.
Tonight, you do not argue. You do not reach for the mask of strength that carries you through each day—the one that allows you to handle obstacles with the stoic façade of a leader in charge. It remains abandoned on the nightstand tonight.
His fingers card through your hair with such a tender languor that tears gather in the corners of your eyes. How long had it been since you were held with such care? Months? Years? Hugs in passing from long-unseen friends, a clap on the shoulder from a companion. But this? He caresses the shell of your ear, and you shudder, releasing a deep breath into the v of his tunic.
"You are safe," he murmurs, lips brushing your forehead as he moves to press them there.
solas needs to be bred btw (and also punished for being such a bad boy)
sub!solas headcanons because he deserves it (18+ NSFW);
Solas is the truest definition of a switch imo, since he reflects the energy people give him, so i think if he were to encounter a dom…. baby girl would fold so fast
he’d be (pleasantly) surprised for sure, but he’d quickly follow the rhythm you’re setting
while i believe Solas piped back in Arlathan, ancient elf sex and modern day sex are a whole different ballgame. where the ancient elves incorporated magic far more frequently, mortals in current times are all about the exploration of the body — and how to push it to the limits
it makes for an entirely different experience, one that Solas hasn’t had yet. In some ways, you’re taking his virginity
he’s touch-starved. he might not even realise it until that first kiss. but in a relationship, he’s all about touching, cuddling, sneaking in little kisses, hand holding — you make having a body feel so much more enjoyable, in more ways than one
definitely a private guy, but if someone were to walk in on a cuddle sesh with you he wouldn’t move away. he’d simply stare, coldly, at the person who interrupted, and speak in a polite but clipped manner
he’s the little spoon obviously. cmon. that man screams “come hold me”
during sex, solas whimpers. a lot.
he’s not one for loud pornstar-esque cries of pleasure (although one might escape here and there), he’s more about quiet whimpers and moans and heavy breathing
he’ll bite his lip if he feels he’s getting too loud
But when he does, you bring your hand to his face and gently pry his lips apart with your thumb.
“You’re being naughty,” you say. “I want to hear your voice.”
Solas swallows, a bead of sweat trickling down his flushed face, and he nods obediently. “Yes, vhenan.”
after that, he’ll deign to not restrain himself so much, but restraint is so heavily entrenched in his being that you’ll need to remind him when he slips back into lip-biting
he. loves. being. at. your. mercy.
bondage, spanking, orgasm denial— all things he’d heavily fuck with. it’s a form of repentance, it’s pleasure, it’s pain, and it’s a release all in one. and you’re the only person he trusts enough to dole it out
LOOOOVES eating pussy (or sucking dick. yes he’s bi i decree it). he’ll happily go down until his jaw is sore, and probably beyond that
he loves to know that he’s doing a good job, that he’s pleasuring you right, and he is rock. fucking. hard. the whole time he’s doing it, even without stimulating himself
loves the aftercare just as much as he loves the act itself. just being safe, seen, and content with you chases away all the regret that he’s bound to feel later
secretly loves if you leave any visible hickeys on him, it’s a tangible sign of your love.
would never admit it, though. probably not even to you
if one of his particularly ballsy agents decide to point it out, he’ll glare silently until their resolve crumbles (which isn’t long when they remember solas is a dreamer who can kill them in their sleep) and they apologise
his agents quickly learn to never speak of solas’ hickeys ever again
probably cries during or after sex. just because it’s such a vulnerable experience.
you never judge him though, you simply hold him and kiss his tears away, which serves as both a balm to his aching soul and yet another knife to his conscience
slips into elven when he’s feeling particularly good. you have no idea what he’s saying, since much of it is obscure, but rest assured it’s the nastiest shit imaginable
which is probably why he’s saying it in elven and not in trade, where you would definitely understand him (he’s far too shy for that)
his ears!!! they’re insanely sensitive, even just a gentle touch on them can make him moan
when solas blushes, his ears get redder than his face does
anyway solas is a hoe and deserves what’s coming to him (love and affection)
Summary: Your connection to Solas had always felt like an inconvenience. Who would wish for an elven god, especially one inclined towards lies and trickery, living in their head? But deeper down, you felt differently. Deeper down, you found yourself desiring anything from him, being it his attention or more. Thankfully, your subconscious was more than willing to show you how that could feel.
CW: Minors DNI, 18+ only, afab reader, only description of reader is that she is elven and based on Rook from the game, mild bratty reader, mild dom Solas/sub reader, dream voyeurism (I guess!?), Solas being a cocky bastard, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, innuendo, profanity.
Words: 6378 (I know! And I am planning a part two already!)
Thank you to @towriteloveontheirarms for being my sounding board and beta!
Elvish translations:
Emma salin - I want you within me.
Satha - Please.
Fen'Harel - Dread Wolf
There was much to be said about having the elven god of lies in your head. Between the way those at your side questioned his motivations and you were beginning to question your own feelings about Solas.
It was like he brought out both the worst and best in you. You wanted to prove him wrong and yet somehow found yourself wanting to impress him.
Every time you would return to the Fade, it felt like you were back to a blushing, tongue tied fool. You weren’t one to ever be caught without a witty retort or a biting insult. And while you were more than capable of holding your own against Solas’ own sharp tongue, more and more you found yourself weakly biting back.
What you currently wondered, however, was whether Solas noticed. He currently resided in your head after all.
What was stopping him from seeing more than you allowed him to?
Two blighted dragons. Nothing could have prepared you for two blighted dragons. You still wished that you’d had the power to be in two places at once. No matter what you had done, where you had gone, a city had suffered.
But it had been a blow to the gods and that was something to hold on to at least.
You were finally alone; the battles had been discussed with the team and grievances had certainly been aired. As everyone disappeared to their own rooms, you slowly made your way to yours. You hoped the solitude would be enough to quieten your overwhelmed mind, but it seemed your mental passenger had other ideas.
His voice lingered at the back of your mind. Calling you to the Fade, and despite your exhaustion, you complied.
A wave of calm always seemed to wash over you before the bright light of the Fade would flash behind your eyes. Taking a moment to adjust to the odd, greyscale lighting with a few blinks.
“Two dragons, this is worse than I had feared.”
His voice always seemed to arrive before he did. And you hated how a shiver always seemed to run down your spine when you heard him. You would tell yourself you simply disliked speaking to him, but you were also lying.
You sighed and Solas watched the way you seemed to visibly deflate.
“We drove off one, but the other…I can’t bear to think of the devastation it caused.”
Solas could see the guilt on your face and to his surprise, he felt a twinge of empathy, before soon reminding himself you were to be no more than a tool to bring down his fellow Evanuris.
But the longer he looked at you, the more he could see something else. The second you met his gaze; it was though you were checking his reaction. He could almost feel it, a need to impress him.
“Have you determined how they are controlled? Some manners of control may be broken.” Solas replied, slowly pacing along the rocky edge.
Your eyes followed him, allowing yourself to simply look at him. Hands clasped behind his back, the long strides as he moved…
No, you needed to focus.
“The blight. The gods blighted them,” you snapped just a little as you spoke, as though you knew a blighted dragon wasn’t about to be one of the ‘easily broken manners of control’.
Solas spun on his heel; eyes boring directly into yours.
“The Blight, of course,” he replied solemnly.
You came to the very edge of your own ledge, feeling like you were both close and far away from Solas at the same time. The Fade never failed to confuse you.
“It seems to be the gods’ favourite weapon. New darkspawn, some even controlled by Venatori of all things!”
Solas watched you curiously. He had never quite seen you so angry, unless directed at him of course. There was something fascinating about it, the passion you always seemed to have for everything you did. The fire that forever seemed to linger in your words.
All he could do in response, however, was what he always did. Offer advice. Was it weighted for his own benefit, of course. You were his weapon beyond this prison. And somewhat of a source of fascination for him.
He explained how the Blight would not be easy to fight. How Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain would use it as the cruellest of weapons. But there was a hint of pride in his tone, something you noticed immediately.
“To wound a thrall of the gods is a feat to be proud of, do not forget that.”
You tried to hide the blush on your cheeks at that. Mentally chastising yourself for reacting in such a way. You couldn’t let him see such a weakness.
“A wounded dragon is still a dragon. Whatever it takes, we have to bring those dragons down.”
Solas smiled, a small chuckle leaving his lips. You really were fascinating.
“Willing to do whatever it takes? I believe I can work with that.”
The Fade drifted from your mind, but Solas’ words seemed to stay. This was the first time he had, if you had to guess, complimented you. He had seemed almost…impressed?
You barely made it to the plush sofa you called your bed before your eyes fell closed. Sleeping in the Lighthouse was a challenge, time seemed to mean nothing here. But you were beyond exhausted.
And for the first time in a long time, you found sleep. Solas’ words slowly fading from your mind as you slipped into your dreams.
“…a feat to be proud of…”
“…I can work with that…”
His hands were rougher than you expected them to be and warmer. Fingers trailing across your shoulders and down your arms as he whispered in your ear.
Teasing you. Taunting you. Sending shivers down your spine. Telling you everything he was going to do to you.
And you could nothing more than sigh out his name.
“Solas…”
His low chuckle was muffled against the skin of your throat. His lips barely brushing the column of your neck as his arms moved to circle your waist. Pulling you flush against his body.
“Tell me what you want, and I may grant it.” Solas muttered against the curve of your shoulder, finally letting his lips press against your skin.
Your mind was swirling, filled with so many things you wished he would do. But putting those into words seemed a challenge. And what came out was shamefully desperate.
“Just you…I want you…please…”
His hands had already wandered lower, pressing your body even tighter to his. Reminding you that the lustful tension was more than mutual. His kisses became more forceful, one hand holding you against him as the second returned upwards to wrap around your throat.
Your body relented as his fingers slipped beneath your waistband, letting your head fall back against his shoulder as Solas wasted no time finding your centre. The sounds that slipped from your lips only got louder the faster he moves, his name mixed in between soft moans.
“I asked you to tell me what you want, but I think your body is the one telling me.”
You didn’t fight it when he pushed your body forward, caging your body against chaise below. The new angle only sank his fingers deeper into your heated core as your hands steadied against the cushions. Your eyes fluttered closed as Solas began to pick up the pace, his voice low in your ear.
“Good girl…”
And then you woke up.
You were sure you could still feel the heat of Solas’ hands on your skin. The rough pass of his fingers as he’d explored you still lingered on your body.
Your eyes remained firmly shut as you ran a hand over your face. Never had you experienced a dream so intensely, to the point where it had felt real.
And never had you expected to feel that way about Solas, of all people.
But you couldn’t let it affect you. You couldn’t let it deter you from all you had to do to save the world.
Ghilan’nain’s siege on Weisshaupt had put the dream, and pretty much everything else, out of your mind. The loss of all of those Wardens was a blow to everyone’s morale but just like the dream, you couldn’t let anything throw you off your course.
But bringing down an archdemon meant another conversation with the Dread Wolf and that brought the dream back to the forefront of your mind.
You knelt before the table as always and waited for the power of the Fade to wash over your mind. Soon your eyes were opening to the greyscale tone of the Fade and the echo of Solas’ voice as he approached.
“The Fade felt the fall of Weisshaupt, but the fall of the archdemon as well.”
His voice washed over you in a way you had never felt before. A shiver running down your spine as he finally came into view. Your treacherous mind flickering memories of your dream as you tried to concentrate on what Solas was saying.
You rolled your shoulders, mentally shaking off the distraction as you prepared to reply. But Solas wasn’t finished speaking.
“But unless I am mistaken, Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain still stand?”
There was almost a hint of disappointment in his tone, and you hated the way your stomach sank just a little. How you were beginning to feel the need to earn the Dread Wolf’s praise.
But at the same time, you bristled a little at his comment.
“We still took down her archdemon, she is mortal now,” you retorted, earning you a smile from Solas.
He was quiet for a moment, long enough for your mind to wander as he paced up and down the ledge he stood on. Your eyes following every move he made.
Watching the slow paces, his frustratingly immaculate posture. To his hands clasped behind his back. The subtle flexes in his fingers as he thought. More memories flashed in your mind, remembering how his hands had felt on your body, even in a dream.
Your mind slowly wandering back to the dream, the Fade around disappearing into those memories. So lost you were to those thoughts that you didn’t respond when Solas spoke again.
“Rook?”
His voice felt louder as you came back to reality. You blinked a few times, pushing the memories away.
“How are you doing?”
You didn’t notice it, but there was a hint of something akin to amusement behind his tone. Clearly, he’d already asked his question once, while you daydreamed.
You quickly reminded yourself that you were here to talk about the gods and the archdemons. Not your hidden desires.
“The team is fractured. Arguing and sniping at each other,” you answered, and you were sure you saw Solas’ face soften.
Solas stopped at the edge of his ledge, holding your gaze as you fought the urge to look away.
“I can see your team is loyal to you and anger can be channelled to passion,” Solas mused, slowly beginning to pace again.
But he never took his eyes from you. Staring deep, as if trying to read your very soul.
“People like that will follow you anywhere, do anything necessary.”
And you could feel the implication in his words. Your team would do…anything…to stop the gods.
Solas offered, then, a means to bring out another opportunity to bring down the gods. Aggravate them, halt any plans they may have. The Fade around you began to wash away as he left you with some parting words.
“I have absolute faith in your ability to aggravate your enemies, Rook. A talent to be admired, dare I say.”
The Fade disappeared then, replaced by the bright light of your chambers.
You had to get a check on yourself. Solas was there as a guide, if not a slightly reluctant one. No feelings could be involved. No feelings at all.
Weisshaupt had left your team and your allies broken. The focus now was to restore everyone and their strength before you could even consider facing the gods again.
Sleep became an escape. You had yet to experience another dream, you were hoping it had been a one-time thing. A lapse due to the stress of saving the world.
How wrong you had been.
You were exhausted when you returned to the Lighthouse. You had sought out your allies, helped where you could. But it was like everything had piled on you at once.
As your eyes closed, a little part of you prayed that your dreams would remain safe tonight. But you were wrong again, so very wrong.
Soft lips trailed over bare skin. Solas making a slow, torturous path down your body. From your neck to your stomach and lower. Hands pushing your thighs apart as your back arched from the chaise below.
Moans and sighs left your lips as Solas’ lips continued to descend. Kissing a path down one thigh and over to the other. Chuckling as you whined impatiently.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased, sliding down to lie between your spread legs.
Your eyes fluttered closed as his lips pressed kisses over your mound, but never quite finding the place you needed him to be.
A hand came up to press against your stomach, holding you still as he edged closer and closer.
It was like a beacon, calling out to Solas in the depths of the Fade. Curiosity bit at him as he followed it. Realising quickly that it was you. Or your dreams specifically. His curiosity only grew.
He knew he shouldn’t. You were beginning to trust him and surely using his connection to you like this was breaking such a trust.
But it was so very tempting.
Solas allowed his mind to follow, soon finding himself watching your dream. And it was nothing close to what he expected it to be.
Seeing you splayed upon your chaise and dreaming of him.
It shouldn’t have excited him quite as much as it did. To know you thought of him that way, even if it was only in your subconscious. As even more of a surprise to see it was his younger self with his face hidden by your thighs. Your hand tangled in the soft brown strands of his hair.
That was a question he didn’t quite care for the answer to in this very moment.
His focus was your dream. Solas simply watched for now, thankful his presence remained hidden.
Solas’ tongue was insistent. Switching between long swipes over your folds to soft kitten licks to your swollen bud. Your fingers already tugging at his hair.
Incoherent moans leaving your lips as one hand lay flat against your stomach and the other hooked one of your legs over his shoulder. The same arm wrapped around your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh beneath as he devoured you.
Your eyes rolled back as his attention on your core only got rougher, pushing you further and further to your release. Suckling at your bud as you almost squealed out his name in pleasure.
Solas let out a low groan against your body, feeling the muscles of your thighs twitch beside his head as you careened over the edge. Your hands painfully tight in his hair as you found your peak.
But he didn’t stop. The hand on your stomach moving to wrap around your other thigh as he held you tight against his face. He was like a man starved, ravenous as he buried his face impossibly deeper into your cunt.
Spurred on by the way you arched from the bed, tugging at his hair until his scalp began to sting.
“You can give me one more, hmm?”
The longer Solas stayed, the more he felt the tug of the Fade around him. The temptation to connect and slip into your dream himself.
Was this why you had seemed so odd the last time you spoke to him? So distant, distracted? Had you dreamed of him like this before? Had you imagined the things he might do to you when he had been stood in front of you?
Temptation was winning as Solas let his mind reach out, grasping at the tendrils of your dream world and letting him slip into the image of his younger self. Not enough to embody the dream form completely…
But enough to turn things a little more to his own desires.
He watched still, but the new connection meant he could feel more. He might not yet be able to influence quite what his dream-self did, but he could just about feel how you responded.
How you preferred when he was rougher, when he pushed your limits just that little bit further. So why shouldn’t he make that happen for you? Even in your dreams, you should get what you wanted.
And luckily for Solas, you were too lost in your dream world to notice anything changing.
A little push made his dream-self hold you tighter, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thigh but not hard enough to mark. It made his teeth drag against the still sensitive bud until you arched and keened. All of it was enough for the real Solas to learn what you liked.
What made you tremble, what made you moan louder.
And if the opportunity arose, Solas had every intention of putting that information into practice.
When you woke up the next morning, you were sure you could still feel the press of Solas’ fingers on your thighs, the softness of his hair between your fingers.
That part had surprised you. Apparently hunting down Solas’ memories in the Crossroads had stayed with you a little more than you thought. But it wasn’t just the appearance of a younger Solas that had surprised you.
Something else had felt different. Like the dream hadn’t been entirely yours. Or maybe the dream itself had been so unexpected, it just felt odd.
Because Solas couldn’t see your dreams…could he?
You realised that you didn’t quite know exactly how your connection to him worked, and yet there was that deep, sordid part of you that enjoyed the idea. Wondering if he could see what you thought about him, could see the filth that would enter your dreams.
And of course, whether he found it as enjoyable as you did. Admitting your desires openly, however, was not going to come easily.
Solas’ presence in your mind had never been more welcome than it had been in Arlathan Forest. Elgar’nan’s trap was beyond frustrating, winding paths that seemed to just circle around and around.
You had tried to hide your relief as Solas’ voice echoed insults at Elgar’nan whilst guiding you and your team to freedom. But you knew he felt it, even if you hadn’t voiced it.
The elves were saved and Elgar’nan had been sufficiently angered, based on the vicious stare you had felt at your back as you had left the crater with your team.
But what you didn’t feel in return, was Solas’ surprise at your thanks.
You were back at the Lighthouse, the Dalish returned to their clans and the Veil Jumpers leaving after lavishing you and your team with their thanks. Now that you were alone, the others having returned to their own chambers, you felt Solas calling out to you again.
But it felt different to the other times he would call for a meditated conversation, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint in what way.
As it always did, the Fade shimmered into view behind your closed eyes, and you were back on your rocky ledge. The atmosphere felt different. For a while, you had tried to make these conversations as short as possible.
Your dreams however had made you, whether it was intentional or not, want to linger here a little longer. And now you found yourself looking for Solas before he had even appeared. Anticipation biting at your insides.
“The Dalish prisoners escaped safely?” Solas asked, his voice softer than you were sure you had ever heard it.
Almost…hopeful.
“They did,” you responded, and the gratitude was evident in your tone, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man before you.
“And we have you to thank, Solas.”
That took him off guard, though he hid it well. You were Dalish yourself, so maybe your gratitude was simply born of your kin’s safety. But Solas found a part of him hoping there was something more.
“For all the trouble I have had with the Dalish in the past, I am glad I could help our people again,” Solas’ tone remained soft, the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips.
A small silence fell between you both, as if you were both waiting for the other to speak. It was strangely comfortable, more than it had been in the past. Yet you could feel the way his eyes seemed to bore into you, as if trying to find something within.
“And, of course, for the chance to infuriate Elgar’nan. That I most appreciated,” Solas chuckled, his eyes moving from your face to subtly trail down.
You were too taken aback by his gratitude, that you didn’t quite notice the path his gaze took. A slow, appreciative path down your body and back up again.
You couldn’t help but mirror his chuckle, remembering just how easily Solas had wound Elgar’nan to rage.
A small laugh left you as you spoke, “You did get him quite riled, dare I say you enjoyed it?”
There had been something in his tone. Something you had heard most, though you shuddered at the thought, in your dreams. That harshness, the almost teasing tone mixed with disdain. That had been the Solas who featured in your dreams, or at least your version of him.
“Enjoyed it? To have the Dalish see Elgar’nan finally for what he was, that was the most satisfying of all.”
You knew Solas disliked your people; he hadn’t exactly been silent about it since you had met. But that wasn’t what caught your attention. Finally, you saw it, the stare as he spoke. A stare that hardly mirrored his words in its emotion.
Intense and directed solely at you.
“But you have met him now, had his voice echoing in your mind, and you have met me. Can you see why we might frustrate one another?” Solas asked, and you had to admit he was right.
You shrugged, finally averting the elf’s intense gaze. But it didn’t stop you trying to fire off a snarky retort.
“The two of you are much alike, both fighting to be in charge…”
You regretted that as soon as it left your mouth. Fighting the heat that you knew was creeping up from your chest to your cheeks. Silently praying that Solas would simply pass the comment by. But the moment you heard him chuckle, you knew you would barely survive whatever he said next.
“I have no desire to be ‘in charge’, as you put it,” Solas replied, savouring the small shiver he saw run through your body at the teasing tone.
Here, in the Fade he could feel more of what you felt. His connection to you had felt stronger recently and it was only heightened here. And despite the obvious fluster, he could see a spark of frustration.
“No…you just want to correct anyone not doing something the way you would.”
Solas had to fight the urge to comment on your dream. In charge, which was how you liked him, it appeared. Even if only your subconscious would admit it. But instead, you were trying to hide it under your usual snark.
“Hmm, so you are observing me as well during our talks?”
He could see your jaw twitch, countering the clear flush on your skin now.
“Admit it, winding him up was fun,” you countered, ignoring the way your heart beat just a little harder and trying to somehow hold on to some control of the conversation.
Solas’ eyebrow quirked. He could hear the sudden increase in your heartbeat and even the deepening blush on your cheeks.
He huffed out another chuckle, “As fun as I imagine you find aggravating me.”
There it was again, your heartbeat raising just a little more. Solas was testing the waters, to see exactly what it was you felt towards him. Was it simply base lust or something deeper?
The teasing tone was as unexpected as almost everything else in this conversation had been. Before now, Solas had seemed dismissive of you at his worst and simply bored of you at best. You didn’t know what had changed, but something had.
“So, I do aggravate you? Managed to get under the Dread Wolf’s skin?”
What were you doing? Never had a conversation in the Fade been so…personal. Yet Solas seemed to have as little interest in changing the topic as you did.
Solas stepped closer to the edge of his precipice. Head tilted as a smirk finally graced his lips.
“Aggravating is among the words I word use to describe you,” he almost purred the words, waiting to see your reaction. To see how deep your desires truly ran.
The implication of his words was no longer hidden. Was Solas complimenting you? Why did that idea make your skin prickle and flush.
And Solas could see it. The subtle hitch in your breath. The ever-deepening hue on your cheeks and he knew it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was a flush he had seen in your dream.
You were flustered and you hated it. Not because it was Solas that had made you feel that way, but because you had no response. Not one worthy of uttering anyway. And you knew Solas could see it.
He shrugged; having let you suffer through finding a retort long enough.
“You should rest; I am sure we will see each other again soon.”
You had time. For the first time in a long time, you had some breathing space. The gods needed time to make their lyrium dagger. While you couldn’t exactly relax, something felt a little less heavy.
While you would still need a plan, defeating gods was not something you could just make up on the spot. You had allies, Mythal’s essence, and backup plans to back up your backup plans.
So, allowing yourself a little respite wouldn’t be too much to ask?
Your allies were without need for help. Your companions handling whatever they need to alone. Your time was yours and you could have done anything you chose.
To the surprise of even yourself, you chose to lay in your room and try to find sleep. Though it should have been no surprise that Solas was waiting. Just out of sight that you wouldn’t see him until he wished you to.
With the minimal control you had of your dreams, you returned to your last conversation with Solas. The only thing telling you it was a dream was each time you felt yourself respond this time.
You were less flustered and more flirtatious. Allowing hindsight to invade your dream and redo a less than confident encounter on your part. Counter Solas’ flirty remarks with your own. Acting as you wish you would have in reality.
You had heard the Fade was pliable in dreams, that with practice one could take full control of your dreams and make them what you wanted. Maybe it was worth a try, you were within the Fade in the Lighthouse after all.
But little did you know, you weren’t the only one who had taken hold of your dream.
Solas could feel you connecting to the Fade. It was impressive really, not many found such control of their dreams on the first try. But he had told you before, you were impressive.
His own connection to his dream self was smooth, almost unnoticeable. All he had to do was wait for the right moment to fully participate.
It was no surprise you chose this particular moment to dream of. Even Solas had to admit, the flirtatious banter had been quite enjoyable. Your dream self was entirely more confident, throwing back as many flirtations as his own did.
It was more than clear that you truly did desire him, and dare Solas even admit the feeling was mutual?
Solas waited for his moment, easy enough as his answers followed quite closely to what had been reality.
Until they didn’t.
Now was his chance. He could hear his dream-self uttering familiar words, knowing it was time to take things into his own hands.
“Aggravating is among the words I word use to describe you,” his dream-self purred and finally Solas took full control.
Had Solas’ ledge moved closer? Maybe it was just the unusual world of dreams, always a little different from reality. But he was definitely closer, close enough even to reach out and touch him if you wished.
You opened your mouth to answer, willing your dream-self to be more confident than the real you had been.
But somehow, Solas beat you to it.
“Though it is not the one I wish to use right now.”
Your eyes widened just a fraction. It did sound like something you might make him say, but you were almost positive you hadn’t had a hand in it.
No…this wasn’t your own doing. This certainly wasn’t a Solas you had control of anymore. You weren’t going to be the flustered mess you had been the last time. But curiosity got the better of you, quelling any cheeky response you had.
“Solas?” was all you managed, but the question in your tone was enough.
He stepped closer, no space between your ledge and his anymore. For the first time, he was stood directly in front of you.
“Rook,” he answered, stopping just out of your reach.
You were certain now; this was actually Solas. Should you have been disturbed that he had entered your dream? Most likely. But the way he looked at you now, you found yourself no longer caring.
Your head tilted, a small smile on your face. Solas responded with a smirk of his own.
“Dare I ask if this is the first time you’ve paid a visit to my dreams?” you asked, so concentrated on Solas that you didn’t see the Fade changing around you.
Morphing into your chambers, the change so instantaneous that it took you by surprise as you noticed.
“Only once, but I was merely a…spectator.”
Solas took a single step closer, mere inches between you both now. You stepped back just a little, finding the edge of your chaise pushed against your legs. This was far too familiar, you thought.
Your tongue darted out to wet your lip and you didn’t miss Solas’ eyes darting down.
“A spectator? What exactly did you spectate?”
Part of you knew the answer. But there was a spark of confidence igniting in you.
You expected an answer intended to fluster you and you prepared yourself for a confident response. But Solas had other ideas.
His hand moved slowly, still giving you the chance to deny him. Dreams were one thing, but this was reality. Gently holding your chin and tilting your face higher.
“I think you know exactly what I saw.”
His thumb stroked over your chin, and you barely bit back a sigh. His hand felt exactly as you had imagined it. The perfect balance between calloused and soft.
“How…how are you here?” you whispered, no longer caring about how breathless and needy you sounded.
Solas urged you closer, his hand moving to cup your jaw.
“It is the Fade, darling, anything you desire can be made for you to enjoy.”
His voice was torturous. A low, sultry whisper that you knew you never could have imagined yourself.
Anything, you thought. While what Solas felt for you wasn’t entirely clear, beyond the evident lust in his gaze, you were not about to deny yourself this.
Solas leaned in, a single step pushing you to lay down on the chaise behind you. Caging you beneath him with an arm either side of your head. His face was so close, almost close enough for you to press your lips to his.
Before you could, his head dipped to nuzzle into your neck. His nose pressed into the curve as he waited for your answer. Your lower lip now tugged between your teeth as you tried to find the words.
“All I want is you.”
That was enough. In a second, his lips found your pulse point. Your hand finding purchase on the back of his neck, holding him close. But Solas had seen what you wanted. What your dreams had allowed you to experience, and he had every intention of giving it to you – in his own way.
With a final kiss to the spot beneath your ear, Solas pulled back.
“And how do you want me? I saw your dream. How you liked me…in charge.”
He felt your hand tighten on the back of his neck, the expected flash of defiance behind your eyes. Oh, how he would enjoy taming it if he had the chance.
With a soft green shimmer, his armour and your own clothing was gone. The power of the Fade, you thought. But feeling his skin against yours, feeling how it really felt, was enough to send a wave of arousal through your body.
Solas’ hands moved down to grip your thighs, spreading them enough to nestle his hips between them. He could already feel the heat emanating from your core, the soft musk of your arousal as you dug your nails into the skin of his back.
“Come now, darling, where is the bite you usually have when we speak?”
You could feel him chuckle as his lips began a path down your body. This was far better than anything your imagination could have conjured. Yet somehow it was exactly what you wanted.
His lips had made it to the valley of your breasts, a painfully slow pace as he savoured the taste of your skin on his tongue. Your hands clung harder, surely leaving marks that he had every intention of keeping.
“Emma salin…” you sighed, arching your body towards his wandering lips in an almost desperate bid for more.
Solas heard, chuckling at the breathy elven slipping so beautifully from your lips. But you would need to work a little harder to earn his touch.
“I did not catch that, do you not wish me to continue?” Solas teased, pausing in his path down your stomach.
He pressed softer kisses across your hips, then the crease of your thighs. Waiting patiently for you to decide if you would remain defiant or let the Dread Wolf finally take you.
You sat up on your elbows, chest heaving as you tried to glare down at him. But you faltered as Solas met your gaze. Staring up at you between his lashes, with nothing but lust and need in his eyes.
“Emma salin, satha, Fen’Harel…”
It took all of Solas’ restraint to not immediately bury himself inside you there and then. When he didn’t move, you let out a soft whine, reminiscent of the delightful scene he had seen in your dream. Insistently clawing at his back as you pressed yourself impossibly closer.
“Shh,” Solas soothed, moving back up your body until he could roll his hips against you.
His hand coming down to wrap around his length, lining himself up at your entrance. His free hand hooking a thigh over his hips. All Solas had to do now, was move.
“Solas, please!”
That was enough for him to push forward, easing himself between your slick folds until he was fully seated inside you. The hands on his shoulders pulling him down until his lips found yours in a desperate kiss.
There was little rhythm to his movements. As much as he’d tried to hide it, Solas wanted you almost as much as you wanted him. Few people had ever gotten under his skin like you had. Ignited a fire he long thought extinguished like you had.
And now he had you in his grasp, he wasn’t about to let you go.
The only sounds that filled the room were your soft moans, his low grunts into your throat and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Your nails digging into the flesh of his back. Leaving stinging scratches as he lifted your hips, slamming deeper into your waiting core.
His name like a chant on your tongue, spurring him on until he felt your soft walls fluttering around him.
“Are you close, my darling?” Solas mumbled against your neck, peppering his words with insistent nibbles to your flesh.
Your answer was an incoherent mumble of what he assumed was a ‘yes’. Your body pliable and willing beneath his as you surrendered yourself to the pleasure he offered.
Solas wasn’t much further behind you. Just the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, pulling him impossibly deep inside you as you careened towards your release.
“Please,” you panted, as the sparks of your peak began to burn at the base of your spine and in the pit of your belly.
“Solas, please…”
He responded with stronger thrusts, slamming himself into you until your release broke over you in a wave. Your eyes rolling back in your head as your back arched away from the chaise. His name falling into to breathless moans on your tongue, a delicious sheen of sweat coating your body.
“Rook…” Solas groaned into the hollow of your throat as he spilled himself with a final thrust.
Silence fell over you both. This may have been a dream, but what exactly did it mean for both of you now? The feelings were mutual, but how deep they ran was still up for question.
You felt something for Solas. Something deeper than base desire. But you couldn’t even consider any other emotions. Even this felt like a huge push in your dynamic.
No longer was he your frustrating mental passenger. No longer were you a thorn in his side.
The silence remained. But at some point, the questions would need answering.
He had done so much wrong in this world, too much to bare. He didn’t deserve to ruin another life, much less one that loved him so. There was no room for love, he was unworthy.
“We shouldn’t-” solas gripped the desk with a forceful fist. He was heavy breathing with skin flushed in arousal. You kneeled in between his legs to stroke and suck him off, pretty eyes looking up at him as he tempted to look away.
“I’m just trying to help,” you pull yourself up from his shaft, a trail of spit connected you to his cock, but never once stopped your hand. “I noticed how frustrated you get in combat and this helps.”
If you had any idea who he really was, what he was doing here and what he needed— you wouldn’t be doing this. He was ashamed of himself for being so weak to pull away from your touch. But why would he? This is everything he’s craved in ages.
If he caves- if he allows this to continue. What will stop him from taking root in your hot cunt?
A description: Solas is always tender and uninhibited under the blanket
Notes and tags: +18, soft and gentle sex before sleep, unprotected sex (or protected if you imagine it as magical protection or something like that :D), kisses, kissing, kissing, cuddles, elvish, pointy ears meow
word count: about 1k
Leaving one candle burning, its reflections scattering around your room, you tiredly undressed and slipped beneath the cool, thin blanket. The fatigue that had been building in your body throughout the day instantly enveloped you, and the softness and comfort of the bed surrounded you from head to toe. Lying with your eyes closed, you smelled the sweet scent of lavender from the bedding. Through the open balcony doors, you could hear tired voices from the Skyhold tavern and the occasional laughter of those resting by the fire. The birdsong had been replaced by the quick trills of crickets. The soothing night bustle lulled you, but even through the oncoming drowsiness, you heard his footsteps.
You pretended to be asleep, hiding your smile in the pillow when you heard him approach, heard him take off his clothes, leaving them on the couch. You yielded to temptation and opened your eyes to look at him. In the diffused candlelight, in the nighttime mist and the haze of the fading day, Solas looked magnificent. You studied his half-naked body with thirsty curiosity, and when he discarded his pants and turned to look at you, you quickly closed your eyes. This small mischief dispelled your drowsiness. It was replaced by a quickening heartbeat and an exhilarating anticipation of what was to come. You focused on listening, following his steps as he approached the bed, lifted the edge of the blanket, and lay down next to you. His arms enveloped you in a needy embrace. This embrace, homely, tender, and greedy, consumed you completely. Like a soft vine, he wound around your body and pulled you against his chest.
"Are you asleep, vhenan?"
He whispered softly, tickling the delicate skin of your ear with his breath. In response, you slowly stretched out in his arms, settling in more comfortably. You sensed the warmth of his body, breathed against his chest, and, with your fingertips, you began to stroke his back. You felt Solas’s hand move to the roots of your hair, and with a gentle motion, he loosened it, letting it fall onto the pillow behind you. One kiss. Light. Quick. You touched your lips to Solas’s bare chest and felt his hand move to your buttocks, slowly and unhurriedly stroking the tender skin. Did he sense the shiver of goosebumps beneath his hand as they rippled across your skin at his touch?
He did not stop. Ignoring the thin fabric of the nightgown, his hand moved up to your lower back, where you arched pliantly, pressing your chest closer to him. Gentle warmth in light waves of arousal spread through your body from his proximity, and he always felt that, anticipating and predicting your next desires. Solas paused for just a moment, only to find your lips. Reaching for him, you touched his soft lips in a tender and sensual kiss, giving a blissful feeling of tranquility.
He leaned in slightly, touching his nose to yours, and repeated the kiss, deepening it. He gripped your thigh with his fingers as he gently urged you to part your lips and touched your tongue with his own. Your body yielded, slowly rocking and pressing against his as the kiss became deeper and deeper. His kisses were always greedy, striving to obtain the forbidden at any cost. You liked how he took the initiative, playing with your tongue, pausing to look into your eyes, then continuing again. Each kiss constricted your throat in anticipation, stealing your breath.
He breathed against your lips without touching them as his fingers traveled from your lower back along the curve of your waist to your chest, pushing the nightgown up high. His unrestrained desire resonated in your body, and lifting yourself slightly, you kissed him the way you had been dreaming of all day. Touching his neck and squeezing it lightly with your fingers, you deepened the kiss, allowing each unfulfilled longing to come true. He broke the kiss, gently touching your cheek with his lips, then your jawline, lowering himself to your neck, lightly sucking on the tender skin. Pulling the nightgown down, he kissed the protruding, aroused nipple through the thin fabric. Unchecked waves of arousal filled your mind and body each time he nibbled the excited skin with his teeth. With his free hand, he stroked your stomach, tenderly caressing lower, pressing gently as your body arched to meet his touch. He rose above you as you pulled him closer, no longer willing to follow the rules of his game. Solas lingered for a few moments, gazing into your face and at your moist, parted lips. You ran your hand over his face, his soft cheek, and touched his pointy ear with your fingers.
A quiet, unrestrained word in Elvish escaped his lips with a deep exhale, its meaning lost amidst the overwhelming sensations that enveloped you. He kissed your lips unrestrainedly, and simultaneously with the kiss, he spread your legs apart and slipped his fingers inside. A quiet moan broke out against his lips, and it was met by new, abrupt sentences - quiet Elvish words he whispered into your ear in a low voice, allowing your hips to sway on his fingers.
Each of his words hypnotized you. Your fingers slid along his neck, the back of his head, and down to his shoulder blades every time he broke off and covered the tender skin on your neck and collarbone with kisses. You lay more comfortably when Solas rose above you, settled between your spread legs, and slowly entered to you. Swaying together in ecstasy, every cell of the body seemed to turn into liquid electricity. Desires, insistent and unrestrained, sped up the movements that merged the bodies into a single whole, until the point of ecstasy completely swallowed every thought. A whirlwind of arousal spread in pulsating warmth, and Solas blissfully buried his nose in your neck, breathing hotly.
The long and strong embrace lasted an eternity. You felt how his breathing calmed, how his body pressed more firmly against you. His slightly husky and dear ar lath ma, vhenan scattered into stars within your thoughts. Settling on his shoulder, you caught yourself thinking, just before sleep claimed you, that tonight, more than anything, you wanted to join him in the Fade. With these thoughts, in a blissful doze, you finally let sleep take you, remaining in his cozy and protective embrace, where the world beyond the room lost all significance.
Pairing: Solas x Fem!Lavellan!reader x Cullen Rutherford
Warnings: Smut 18+, infidelity, angst, Solas being a freak, penetrative sex, size kink (humans and elves mama, humans and elves yummy), exhibitionism/public sex (no one's there to see but still), creampie.
Word count: 6.4k
Summary: When things with Solas get hard (or rather don't), guess who's there to comfort you...
Notes: This *little* fic has been sitting in my drafts for slightly over a year (like actually I started writing this before veilgaurd came out), so I finally decided to pussy up, grit my teeth, and finish this thing. Also, when it comes to the Cullen section, I very much let my size kink freak flag fly but, when I describe reader as having a smaller frame please don't think I'm referring to like solely to thinness. I'm talking about how in previous DA games (idk if veigaurd did it to I haven't played it yet) elves are like shorter and their bones are more compact than humans, I would never exclude my plus size ladies, I see you, I am one of you, I love you, us big bitches can be petite too (short fat girls rise up baby, RISE UP). Anyways please enjoy I never thought this fic would see the light of day and here she is in all her glory, enjoy!!! (p.s. if there are any spelling mistakes just tell me, cause this girl was 16 pages and I tried to get most of them but I prolly missed some :( )
Despite its isolation, most nights at Skyhold weren't quiet. Most of the time you could hear the chatter from the rowdy patrons of Herald’s Rest or the ubiquitous murmur of prayers from the brothers and sisters of the chantry. But tonight wasn't most nights— Tonight, Skyhold seemed deserted of all signs of life.
You weren't used to this eerie silence. Having grown up in the wilds, you were used to the many noises of nature or, at the very least, the soft snoring of the members of your clan. But here in Skyhold your room was isolated high above everyone else, and you were restless. The quiet has left you alone with your thoughts, unable to sleep.
You’re stuck mulling over all your previous failures as inquisitor, all the things you could have done better, how many more people you could have saved—Guilt consumes your every fiber and there is no more potent deterrent from sleep.
You yearn for a distraction, some sort of release to yank you out of these unpleasant thoughts.
You do know of one other person who could be awake at this hour...
Solas.
You had been together for a while, but your relationship was still relatively new. You rarely got the time to be alone with each other, so your intimacy was limited to the occasional kiss or visit to your dreams. But you long for things to go… further.
Maybe tonight could be the night things went beyond just soft kisses and longing looks. After all, you’re not on duty as inquisitor at the moment, you’re free to do as you please— if only for the night.
You don a dressing robe over your sheer sleep clothes, to offer you some modesty as you roam the barren halls of Skyhold. The moonlight serves as your guide to Solas’s room, reaching his door and cautiously rapping your knuckles against the worn wood of it.
“Come in.” Solas’s groggy voice comes from the other side of the door, granting you permission.
You quickly make your way into his room, closing the heavy door behind you to grant the two of you some privacy.
“My heart, what are you doing awake at this hour?” Solas asks, sitting up in his chair.
He’s right where you knew you’d find him, at his desk pouring over what you presume to be some enchanted tome.
“I could ask you the same” you say as you make your way over to his desk, tracing your fingers on the cold, porcelain rim of the teacup resting on his desk “drinking tea too, it must be important.”
“Not really, I just simply do not wish to dream tonight— At least not yet…” Solas reasons, taking the cup in his lithe fingers and sipping its contents with a grimace.
“That sounds rather unusual, coming from you.” You question, perching yourself on his desk— Your knees bumping against his armchair.
Solas gives a quick chortle.
“I suppose you’re right, but not tonight— You still haven’t answered why you’re here.” Solas responds finally looking up from his reading and gazing in your direction. His eyes scan over your body, taking in your state of undress.
You wear a simple white nightgown with a dressing robe over it. It wasn’t revealing by any means, but Solas was used to seeing you in your field armor or your casual wear. This was his first time seeing you in something other. His pulse quickens as he rests a hand on your clothed knee.
“I can’t sleep, it’s too quiet.” You explain.
Solas’s lips form into a smile at your words.
“Wouldn’t that be the ideal condition for sleeping?” He coos.
“Not for me, it’s so…” You pause trying to find the right word “unsettling.”
“Why come here of all places?” Solas asks, coyly.
“Because I knew you would be the only other person awake… And I was hoping you could take my mind off things” you lean down, touching your lips to his.
You feel him kiss back as he runs his hand, on your knee, up your body to your cheek. You pull away, a girlish smile adorning your face.
“See, I feel better already.” You wrap your fingers over Solas’s hand as it rests on your face, moving his palm towards your lips and placing a gentle kiss on it.
“That was… Unexpected” Solas’s eyes are trained on yours, his pupils wide with pure desire.
“But not unpleasant, I hope.” You ask, timidly.
“Of course not, my vhenan. You just make a habit of surprising me is all” He smiles, a subtle flush donning his pale cheeks.
You chuckle, leaning back into him for another kiss. You guide his hand to your chest encouraging him to explore further down your body, Solas lets out a groan into your mouth as his hand makes contact with your breast. You take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth. His tongue glides along yours, your body feels hot underneath his touch. You felt as if you could stay like this with him forever but, the aching between your legs reminded you of why you had come to his room tonight.
You pull away from him, his lips chase after yours in an attempt to regain the ecstasy of just moments prior. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.
“Eager, aren’t we?” You breathe.
“You’ll have to forgive me, it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this— But I must admit you make it quite difficult for me to stay… Composed” Solas breathed bringing his knuckles to your lips and tracing over them.
“What is it that I do that makes it so difficult?” You tease, bringing a hand to the drawstring tied into a bow at the front of your nightdress and pulling the end of it.
You release the garments fastenings, leaving your breasts exposed as the flimsy fabric comes undone and revealing them to Solas’s watchful eyes. His eyes fall to your bare chest, your nipples hardening as they meet the cool night air. His gaze is fixated on the plush flesh— It had been a long time since Solas had last been with a woman.
He prided himself on his self-control. He thought it was what separated him from the savages outside the fade but, at this moment he thinks the sight of your bare chest is enough to send him into a state of madness— Driven by his desire to touch you, to make you his.
You move the fabric from your gown out of the way so as not to obstruct his view.
“Is it things like this?” You exhale.
Solas opens his mouth, trying desperately to decide what to say next.
But before he can get the word out you crash your mouth against his— The kiss is a flurry of teeth and tongues there’s nothing gentle about this kiss, all restraint had faded and all that was left in its wake was unadulterated lust.
Solas stands from his chair without breaking his lips from yours, guiding your body to lie back on his desk.
He releases himself from your mouth and starts kissing down your neck, his lips searing into your already warm skin. Your mouth falls open, the soft gasps escaping from your lips far beyond your control— He had hardly even touched you, yet you felt that familiar pleasurable ache building between your legs.
Solas pauses his lips at your sternum, bringing his eager hands to your breasts and groping at them. He stares in awe as the soft skin of your chest spills between his fingers.
“My love, you’ll be the death of me yet…” Solas rasps before he leans his head back down to your chest. His plush lips trail over the skin of your breast with a low moan as he tastes the soft flesh.
It had been quite a while since you’d last been in a position like this, long before your time as inquisitor. Your flesh feels almost unexperienced, like it did the days of your girlhood before you’d been made a woman— You feel almost ready to come undone beneath his touch, your arousal practically soaking through your nightgown as it coats your slit.
A choked gasp claws its way from your throat as Solas runs his tongue over your pert nipple. You had yet to see this side of him, he was usually so gentle with you, too gentle— He often treated you as if you were some sort of porcelain statuette that was to be admired from afar, never touched. It’s a welcome change to see him like this, without restraint.
You let out a needy cry as Solas wraps lips around your nipple and gives it a gentle tug with his teeth.
Solas pulls away from your chest with a sly smile, causing a whine to form on your tongue before he takes your mouth in his once more.
“As much as I’m enjoying your sweet sounds, you’ll have to be quiet, my love— We might wake up the whole castle, if we’re not careful…” Solas breathes as he releases your lips.
Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at his words as Solas’s presses his lips to your skin once again. He trails sloppy kisses from your mouth back down to your chest. You bite down hard on your lip, trying to silence the noises coming from your throat.
You had craved for him to touch you in this way for so long— Every moment his hands weren’t on you was torture. Every chaste kiss, every brushing of hands when walking side to side, every night spent at camp next to each other with only the thin cloth of your tents separating you, it was all a test to your sanity. Now that you finally have him in your clutches, you don’t want to let go.
Solas grips the hem of your nightgown, hiking it up and exposing the smooth skin of your bare legs. His hand slips under the skirt of your nightgown as it pools at your waist, trailing his hand up your thigh until it reaches your hip. Solas lets out a groan as he feels that you’re not wearing any undergarments, blood rushing down towards his groin as he hardens in his trousers.
Your heat throbs, his hand so close yet so far from where you needed it the most. You take Solas’s face in your hands pulling him away from your breasts and guiding him back to your eyelevel.
You meet his gaze, lifting your nightgown up even further and exposing your wet core.
“Touch me, Solas— Please, I can’t take much more teasing.” You take his hand in yours, bringing it towards your entrance.
Solas’s eyes widen as he trails his hungry gaze to where his fingers meet your soaked folds— Your cunt visible to him under the dim candlelight of his room.
“You see what you do to me? Solas, I need you” You plead, crashing your lips back into his.
Your folds feel of velvet under Solas’s fingers as he traces his fingers up your slit, bringing them to stroke at your sensitive clit. Your hips writhe beneath his touch as you bring the back of your hand to your parted lips, trying to suppress all the needy noises that dance along your tongue.
Solas meets your gaze once again, taking in the pretty little face you make when you’re trying to hide your pleasure.
“I’ve never seen such beauty, in the fade or otherwise” Solas coos as he increases the pace of his fingers against your clit.
Your entrance clenching around nothing as he rubs at your most sensitive of place. Right now, all you want is him inside you— You want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything.
You run your hands down Solas’s clothed chest, stopping at his clothed cock— You can feel his hardness straining against the thin fabric.
He lets out a groan as your fingers brush over him. He look into your eyes once more but something’s changed— You can barely see the pale violet in them anymore, just… darkness.
You know that look, you’ve seen it before…
It’s the look a wolf gives its prey, right before it’s about to be devoured.
“Make love to me, Solas. Please, take me. I need you.” You beg, looking straight into his starved gaze— You want him to be able to look into your eyes, into your very soul and know that you mean every word.
You love him and you want him to have every part of you.
Solas’s eyes widen at your words, suddenly there’s a different look in his eyes. No longer resembling a wolf’s— Now it was almost as if he was looking through you...
The hunger is gone and in its stead there’s a look of… pity.
You can’t tell who the pity was for, you or maybe himself but you’ve never felt more bare under his gaze.
He abruptly pulls his hands away from your body and pushes himself off you, turning away from your exposed form.
“I’m sorry, I can’t— Please, cover yourself up and leave...” Solas says plainly, not even sparing a glance in your direction as he sends you away.
You’re shocked not just by his words but by the coldness in them— He sounded so different from just a few moments ago when he was uttering soft praises into your ear.
You quickly adjust your clothing, covering yourself back up and getting off his desk before stepping closer to his turned back.
“Are you alright, did I do something wrong? Talk to me Solas.” Your voice wavers, a lump forming in your throat.
You can’t stand the thought that you might have overstepped his boundaries or said the wrong thing and ruined one of the only good things that has happened to you since you became inquisitor.
“I’m sorry, my love, I just can’t do this… Not with you… Now I think it would be best if you left, I need to be alone… Dareth shiral.” Solas says, his farewell feeling empty.
Tears sting at your eyes, threatening to spill and make you look like an even bigger fool. Your lip quivers as you open your mouth to say something, anything… But all that comes out is a choked whimper.
You feel frozen, like your feet were stuck to the spot you stand. You wish the floor would open and swallow you whole or for the eleven gods, shit, or even for the maker himself to strike you down— But your prayers are ignored.
It takes all your strength to muster the will to take a step towards the door, when suddenly you’re struck by a wave of shame— You’ve never felt so stupid. You’re overcome with the need to leave. You feel as though if you stay one more second in his presence your heart will stop beating and you’ll fall dead at Solas’s feet.
You rush towards the door leading to the main hall, quickly shutting the door behind you as you storm out of his room. Your knees waver, you feel as though you’ll collapse in front of his door, but you manage to hold yourself up. The tears you’ve been holding finally fall in salty droplets down your cheek. A sob racks through you as you clasp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet it. The stone wall of Skyhold had never felt more suffocating, you need to get out.
You spot the door to the gardens, on occasion you like to go out there and sit amongst the trees and greenery and pretend you were back home with the dalish, it’s one of the only places in the castle where you could truly allow your mind to go blank— exactly what you need. You figure that at this time of night the gardens should be empty, so you can at least spill your tears in peace. You stumble towards the door, struggling to quell your whimpers.
As soon as you open the door the cool night air of Skyhold laps at you like waves against a rocky coast. You welcome it into your lungs and let it replace the stuffy air that fills your heaving chest. You stagger through the courtyard leading to the center of the garden, stopping when you come face to face with one of the statues of Andraste that adorned the area. At that moment you finally allow your knees to give in. You collapse at the statue’s feet, letting the hot tears you’d been trying to hold in escape and run freely down your face and onto the ground beneath you.
Your body shakes with the force of your sobs as you look up through your tear-soaked lashes at Andraste’s impassive face. You feel pathetic, people called you her Herald and yet here you were brought to your knees by a man. People saw you as something akin to a god, you were supposed to be their savior, steadfast and level-headed but, currently you felt like you’d deceived them all. You feel like nothing more than a fraud.
Would the Herald of Andraste be sniveling at the mere thought that the man she loved didn’t love her back?
Your eyes remain trained on her face, it felt like her stone eyes were staring right at you. Like Andraste herself lived within the statue and disapproved of who she saw before her, a weak, pathetic little girl who wanted to run home. You cast down your eyes in shame, you’ve never felt more unworthy of your title.
“Inquisitor?” A voice cuts through quiet ambience of the courtyard, causing your head to snap in its direction.
“Cullen?” you question, surprised to see he was the one standing above you— especially at this time of night.
“Inquisitor, are you alright?” Cullen asks, concerned.
“Yes, sorry, I’m just being silly” You sniffle out, attempting to push off the ground.
Cullen extends his arm towards you, offering his hand to help you up. You hesitantly place your muddied palm in his and allow him to pull you onto your feet. You stumble closer to him as you try to find your footing.
You look down at yourself and find that your once white gown was now grass stained and soiled by the dirt covering the base of Andraste’s statue. You quickly retract your hand from his, attempting to brush off the dirt that had gathered on your gown, you’re embarrassed that he’s caught you in such a state covered in mud and sniveling like a sulky child. You were sure that the gardens would be empty and yet here he is gazing upon you in pity.
“What are you doing out here at this hour, Commander?” you ask, trying to steady your voice and wipe the tears from your eyes with your sleeve.
“I was honing my skills” Cullen says gesturing towards the chess table placed under the stone gazebo “…Would you care to join me for a game? I believe I’m still owed a rematch since we last played.”
You smile at Cullens words, grateful he seems to be graciously ignoring your present condition.
“Prepare the board, commander.” You reply.
You walk over to the chess table, Cullen walking over to one of the chairs at the table and pulling it out for you to sit. You mutter a small thank you to him and take a seat as he pushes your chair back in and he takes his seat across from you, setting up the board.
“Would you care to talk about what’s troubling you?” Cullen asks sheepishly as he finishes setting up the board.
“Nothing’s troubling me, it’s stupid really— I just… I would prefer not to talk about it.” You blurt out, your attempt at composure is faltering.
You were sure that if Cullen knew that your condition was the result of matters of the heart, he’d think you idiotic. You were inquisitor, you had a whole nation to worry about, yet you were weeping over the rejection of your lover.
“Alright, I apologize for asking— I know you’re the inquisitor and all but, you can talk to me. It’s a difficult position you’re in, trust me, I know. It must feel like you’re carrying the entire inquisition on your back. If there’s anything I can do to help relieve your burden please, let me know.” Cullen says in earnest.
The worry in his voice makes you feel even more ashamed of being upset by something so menial compared to the threat you’ve all been fighting. You cast down your gaze to the chess board, thinking about what you can say to quell his worries.
“Thank you, Cullen. That’s not what’s bothering me, I can handle my duties— It’s something more… personal.” You respond reluctantly.
“Oh…” Cullen pauses for a moment, taking his turn on the board as he thinks about what to say.
“I can handle personal. You’ve been very helpful and patient with me and my… Issues. I’d be glad to get the chance to return the favor.” He says, giving you a soft smile.
You look up from the chess pieces and meet eyes with Cullen. You could tell he was concerned about you, and you couldn’t say that what happened with Solas wasn’t eating away at the back of your mind. You would like to confide in someone about it and Cullen seems sincere in his want to help, maybe it wouldn’t hurt for him to lend a listening ear.
“Well, it’s just that… Do you think me as attractive in an… intimate sense? What I mean is… Do I look like someone you would lay with?” You ask, before you can consider the implications of asking him a question like that.
“Oh, Inquisitor, I-” Cullen looks away from you and down at his lap.
Suddenly the weight of what you just asked hits you in full force, heat blooming in your cheeks and the tips of your pointed ears. You don’t know what possessed you to ask him a question like that. You weren’t usually so clumsy with your words, especially not after joining the inquisition and yet you’ve just managed to make a complete and utter fool of yourself once again.
“Oh, god’s I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you that I- I have no idea why I did” You rush to explain.
“I think you are a very beautiful woman-” Cullen starts.
“But you don’t find me attractive in that way. I understand, I completely understand I shouldn’t have asked. Please forget I said any-” You ramble trying to rectify the situation.
“No, please let me finish.” Cullen cuts you off before you can finish what you were saying.
You quiet yourself and look up at Cullen. Even in the dead of night you can see his cheeks are flushed red and he looks almost… flustered.
“I- I do find you attractive in the way you speak of… but I thought you were enjoying the company of someone else at the moment, namely another elf.”
“If you’re referring to Solas then, I thought I was…” You pause to collect yourself, tearing your gaze away from Cullen’s once more and looking down at your lap— You can feel those pesky tears forming at the corners of your eyes again.
“But I don’t think he sees me in that way… he refused me and threw me out of his quarters tonight and well, shortly after that is when you found me on the ground, weeping— I guess I’m not as tough as I appear to be.” You let out a humorless chuckle at your own words, you really had thought you were stronger.
“Well forgive me but, he must be a fool to have refused you and an even bigger idiot to have thrown you out. If you… If you were mine, I couldn’t imagine not wanting you.” Cullen reaches for your hand on the table for a moment before deciding against it and placing it back on the table.
Your breath hitches at his words as you look up at him with wide eyes, your heart feeling like it’s about to burst from your chest.
“Cullen, I don’t know what to say.” You breathe.
You really don’t, his words touch you deeply but, you don’t even know if you and Solas are still together or not…
“You don’t have to say anything— We should finish our game, I believe it’s your turn”
You make your move, taking his king— Once again, you come out the victor.
“It looks like you’ve bested me again, I’m going to have to put in more practice if I want to have a chance of beating you.” Cullen smirks.
“Don’t flatter me, you let me win.” You chuckle.
“I did no such thing— you wound me deeply putting my honor into question like that.” Cullen gasps, feigning offense at your words.
You laugh for a while longer before silence falls between the two of you. Your smile falters as you realize that your chess match has concluded, which means there was no reason for the two of you to be in the garden together any longer.
“That went by rather quickly…” You murmur.
“Yes, I suppose it did, I guess we should probably be getting back to our quarters now… Goodnight inquisitor.” Cullen says as he gets up from his chair and walks over to you, extending his hand to help you from your seat.
You take his arm, standing from your chair but your hand lingers in his— He looks at you with curious eyes.
“Cullen I- I really don’t want to be by myself right now— Would you humor me and walk around the castle with me just for a while… Please.” You plead, the prospect of being alone now with nothing but your own thoughts was truly terrifying and Cullen’s presence lifted your spirits— maybe more than it should.
“It would be my pleasure to walk with you— I’d like to take you to one of my favorite places within Skyhold, If that’s okay with you of course.” Cullen says as his grip gently tightens around your hand.
“I would love nothing more.” You smile, lacing your fingers with his.
You let Cullen guide you to the Stairs opposite the Gazebo, leading you through the long corridors until you reach a door leading to one of the towers.
“This is your favorite place in Skyhold?” You question.
“Well from down here you can’t appreciate it properly, we have to climb to the top.” Cullen chuckles.
The two of you climb up the ladders leading to the top part of the tower, reaching the top Cullen walks you over to the ledge.
“I like to come here when I don’t want to be found. It’s one of the highest points in Skyhold, you can see everything from up here. I guess it makes me feel… Safe.” Cullen explains, looking towards the vast mountains in the distance.
“The view up here is quite beautiful, you can even see my room from up here.” You say looking in the direction of your quarters— From here, you have an unobstructed view of your balcony.
“I know.” Cullen says, offering a gentle smile.
“Oh?” You ask coyly, a grin spreading on your face.
“Oh Maker, I didn’t mean it like that, forgive me. What I meant was that when I come here and it’s just me and my thoughts after a while it can get… lonely. And when I look towards your quarters, sometimes I can see candlelight coming through the windows and it makes me feel… less lonely.” Cullen clarifies, a tinge of red creeping onto his face.
“Kiss me.”
The words spill out of you before your brain has any time to stop them, though you doubt it would’ve helped because right now all you can think is how his lips would feel against yours.
“Inquisitor-” Cullen stutters.
You crash your lips against his before he can finish his words.
Cullen stumbles back slightly in surprise at your abrupt actions before instinct quickly overtakes him and he wraps his arms around you. His body presses against yours, causing you to moan into the kiss as the cold metal of his chest plate presses flush against your thinly clothed breasts. Arousal clouds your senses as your cunt throbs desperately between your legs. You feel like an animal in heat, completely helpless to your desire. You bite at Cullen’s bottom lip, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
Cullen pulls his touch away from you, breaking the kiss.
“We shouldn’t do this— your mind is still on Solas.” Cullen reasons.
You reach up and cup Cullens cheek.
“Cullen, I need you. I need you to help make this feeling go away. I feel so… empty. But you, you make me feel good. Please don’t leave me, let me make you feel good too. We can make it so neither of us has to be lonely.” You say, leaning forward and resting your cheek against his chest— The thumping rhythm of his heart filling your ear.
“Please touch me…” You plead. You felt pathetic resorting to begging but, the alternative of him leaving you by yourself seemed so much worse. Pride be damned you were willing to grovel if you had to.
You slip your palm down from his cheek and take a hold of his hand, guiding him to slip his hand beneath your neckline and towards your breasts. You place your hand on top of his and squeeze resulting in his own hand fondling your breast. Cullen lets out a throaty groan at your actions. You lift your head from his chest, standing on your tip-toes to lay gentle kisses on the exposed areas of his neck.
“Andraste preserve me. Inquisitor you make it hard for a man to resist you… Please tell me one thing truthfully, do you want me the way I want you?” Cullen asks, lifting his other hand to brush wayward strands of hair away from your face.
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have asked— I want you, Cullen.” You utter against his skin.
You take a step away from him, your back pressing against the rough stone of the battlements. You reach for the neckline of your nightgown, dipping your fingers beneath it pushing it off your shoulders. The gown falls from your body along with the robe and both pool at your feet.
Cullen’s breath hitches at the sight of your naked body. You press yourself against him once more, your small frame overwhelmed by his as you press your lips to his. All restraint leaves Cullen’s body and he pins you against the battlements, running a hand down your body and cupping your bare cunt. You gasp into the kiss as the Cullens cold, gloved fingers make contact with your slick folds.
“I’m sorry, is this okay?” Cullen asks, pulling away from your lips and stilling his touch on you.
“Yes. It’s perfect, don’t stop.” You breathe, widening your stance to allow Cullen’s hand to explore more of you.
Cullen removes his hand from your heat, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. Cullen smirks at your reaction as he quickly pulls the gloves from his hands, throwing them on the ground with a loud clang. He takes your face in his hands, feeling the heated skin of your flushed cheeks beneath his bare palms.
“You are… exquisite. I can’t believe this is actually happening. I thought the maker had stopped answering my prayers, but here you are.” Cullen sighs.
His hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckle before pulling his pants down and allowing his straining hardness to escape the confines of them.
Your eyes widen at the size of him, you’ve had lovers in the past, but they were all elves from your clan— his member was much larger than any elves’. But you can’t lie, the thought of your walls stretched impossibly wide around him thrilled you. You’re not sure he would even fit within you.
You dip your hands between your bodies, stroking at his cock— Cullen lets out a groan, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he relishes the feeling of your touch on his throbbing flesh.
“Oh, maker’s breath-” Cullen gasps, his large figure trembling against yours.
“You don’t have to be gentle with me Cullen, take me.” You breathe against Cullen’s heated skin.
Cullen’s eyes darken at your words, all inhibitions seemingly lost as he wantonly gropes at your bare breasts. His large hands overtaking your small frame as he explores the wonders your body holds, how long he had dreamt of this— He would make the most out of this moment of carnal weakness, after all he might only have this one chance to have you…
His hands trail over every inch of your exposed flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake as your skin shivers under his lustful touch. He pins your body against the rough stone wall of the battlements, your body trapped against his towering figure.
His fingers graze against yours as he takes hold of his manhood. You trail your hands to his broad shoulders, tangling your fingers in the furs of his armor as you brace yourself.
He rubs the tip of his engorged member against your tiny cunt, your folds slick and velvety against the flush skin of his aching cock. His boyish enthusiasm gets the best of him as he rams his entire length in your entrance with one fell thrust of his hips, relishing in the feeling of your warm, tight walls engulfing him— You’re all he’s ever wanted.
“Gods… I think you’ve split me in half.” You joke through a wince. You were filled to the brim with him, you think you’re stretched to your very limits.
“Oh maker, I’m so sorry— I-I shouldn’t have- Are you alright?” Cullen fusses, cupping your face in his hands again as he examines your flush face as your brows knit together as your pain mixes with pleasure.
“I’m fine, just keep still for a second— You’re quite large, much larger than I’ve ever had…” You chuckle, leaning into Cullen touch as he cradles your tense body.
“Thank you…” Cullen mutters, a deeper shade of crimson creeping up on his already flushed cheeks.
“Don’t let that go to your head, commander.” You purr, with a coquettish grin.
“I’ll try not to, no matter how difficult that may be” Cullen breathes, leaning down to kiss your lips once more.
“You can move now...” You pant, breathless against his lips as you touch your sweaty forehead to his.
Cullen’s hand falls to your squirming hips, holding them in place as he hesitantly pulls himself from you before thrusting back in. Your head falls back exposing the warm expanse of your neck to the kiss of chilled night air as the ridges of him drag along your fluttering walls.
His hand trails to your ass, grabbing a greedy handful of the plump flesh as he loses himself inside of you, moving your body as if you weighed nothing as he bounces you on his cock at a frantic pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the empty battlements as he slammed his hips into yours, each thrust punctuated by a whiny moan and an incoherent string of gratitude for allowing him to do this to you.
He was a man gone feral, lost to the seemingly otherworldly pleasure your body provided him. His bristled hairs rub against your swollen clit every time he buries himself within the depths of your cunt— The sensation already has you clawing at the edge as your nails scratch at the cold, metal plate of armor covering his chest.
“I’m close, Cullen, don’t stop!” You moan, all thoughts of Solas gone from your mind as you allow the building tightness in your core to snap and pleasure to course through your body.
Your wetness drips around him, collecting at the light, coarse hairs gathered at the base of his cock. The vice grip of your walls as you come around him is all Cullen needs to send him over the edge— He comes deep within you, your pulsating walls milking out every last drop of his seed as he drains the contents of his painfully, heavy balls into your womb.
His hands cling to you as your bodies writhe against each other in ecstasy, not wanting to let go of you ever again.
“That was amazing, it was… everything I could’ve ever hoped for” Cullen exhales, pressing his parted lips to your damp brow and tasting the salt of your skin.
“You’re sweet, I’m sure you’ve had much better lovers” You tease, a soft whine leaving your throat as he gently pulls his softening member from your now over-sensitive walls.
“No.” Cullen blushes, endearment clear in eyes as he gazes into yours.
You feel guilt rip through your chest like a dagger through the heart, you can’t believe you’ve just allowed yourself to take advantage him like this— he’s a good man, a good commander, and a good friend. You can’t bear to lose him over the idiotic burning in your loins. You care for him, you could even love him but… your heart also yearns for Solas.
You push the unpleasant thoughts down, masking your worries with a playful look as you avert your eyes from his.
“I can barely feel my legs, I have no idea how I’m supposed to get all the way up there.” You quip, looking up towards your room as it towers over the rest of Skyhold.
“I’ll carry you! It’s my fault, after all” Cullen rushes out, his ears burning with culpability as he looks down at your heaving body— his seed beginning to leak from between your thighs.
“I’d like that.” You smile, allowing him to gather your garments off the floor and place them back on your body.
He slides his hands under your legs and lifts you into his sturdy arms, holding you close to his chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. You close your eyes, inhaling his pleasant, musky scent.
How simple life would be if you could just stay engulfed in his warm embrace until your dying breath…
