#dragon age smut

[ma1dmer]

Dragon Age - Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi NSFW

showing off my boyfriend!!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he fusses over you and doesn't take no for an answer, no nos, no buts, you are sitting there and he is taking care of you, he especially loves taking baths with you, he uses the excuse that its simply cheaper and faster for you to do it at the same time

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he loves his arms, he's worked hard to get at the point he is with his strength, so he takes every opportunity to show off, for example subtly flexing when you touch him. on you he loves your thighs, no need to explain this, the thicker the better, this man is captain of the if i die, i die a happy man club when it comes to face sitting

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves the taste of you and also loves tasting himself on your lips, he won't say it out loud, even with his filthy teasing there is a point he gets shy, but the way he shudders when you come up from between his legs and kiss him fiercely, his tongue searching your mouth as he deepens the kiss further speaks volume, the messier the better

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is quite a perv, he enjoys catching a glimpse of your panties here and there when you are wearing a skirt, or subtly looking down your shirt when you bend over in a loose blouse, he also has "borrowed" at least one pair of your underwear as a keepsake

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): few hooks up here few there, in his past life searching for a place and a way to belong, and then later once he found himself, he is confident enough to know what he is doing and it shows, he is very attentive to your every need

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): loves the simpler "vanilla" ones, cuddling you as he thrusts into you languidly, his fingers toying with your nipples ,or throwing your legs over his arms and leaning down to trap you between him and the bed, but he also won't pass any opportunity to show you his strength, holding you up against his chest and bouncing you on his cock

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he wants you to feel comfortable there is no point in sex if you two can't laugh, he does also enjoy some gentle play fighting

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): keeps himself relatively natural, might trim every so often, especially the first few times you met up, but after that he enjoys things being natural

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not especially romantic but he can be very sweet in the moment

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he mostly does it when he really really needs to destress or sleep, otherwise he'd rather have you there to help him out, with your fingers or your mouth and he is more than happy to return the favour

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): roleplay, clothed sex, breeding etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he's thought of several places he'd like to have you, but at the end of the day, anywhere you two won't get caught is fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he likes a good game of chase, even after you get together he likes when you two play the roles of meeting up for the first time, let him flirt with you in some bar ,buy you a drink and woo you before he beds you, its cheesy and cute, he might throw in a line about some other guy bothering you and him sweeping in to save you if he wants to see you laugh

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): actually hurt you, he'd feel like he's breaking your trust, the second you utter any sort of sound of displeasure he is off you, you need to have a long long conversation and safe words in place if you want something like that

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves the image of you on your knees for him, but more than that he enjoys you coming undone cause of him, he'll prop your hips up with some kind of pillow and dive in, using his fingers and tongue, he knows what he is doing and won't be satisfied until your thighs are trembling around his head

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it depends, he always tries to keep a semblance of control to what he does but things always escalate, when he takes you slowly with his fingers he'll bite into your shoulder suddenly to have you clench around them ,or when he uses his mouth he'll pause all together and wait for you to get yourself off against his tongue

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he loses track of time so easily

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): nothing dangerous that will get you in trouble or worse hurt you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is relentless and stubborn and he's not backing away until you are writhing

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he knows toys are not his enemy, encourages you to bring them out ,let him use them to help you get off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): pretty straight forward on things usually but he does have his moments, definitely smugly throws out a, what can't handle this ,while raising an eyebrow at you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is actually quite talkative once he gets going, whispering sweet praise and filth in your ears and sighing out your name like a prayer

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i think he is a switch, he mainly tops, but i do think with the right person he'd love to let go and have them just order him around a bit, he'd grin and be cheeky about it but follow every order to the tea

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): we already know he is suspicious of any body altering magic

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he has a relatively average sex drive, nothing extreme but once he gets his mind to it you can feel him staring at you from afar, waiting for you to look back at him to steal you away

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he is a light sleeper but being on the road so often he's trained himself to fall asleep quickly so he gets as much rest as possible, he snores even though he'll deny the accusations , he snores

[ohlooklackless]

I have Cullen filth. Shall I put it on AO3?

My Iron Bull filth is lonely.

Iron bull filth 1

Iron bull filth 2

This is a genuine question btw. I’m shy and awkward 👀

[blue-velvet-valentina]

Toxic Dudebros listing the bare minimum: "I caN Do All thIs, I don't NeeD yoUu FEemMAales!"

Me staring at sexy fictional men:

"We don't need you either.."

Toxic Dude Bros:

"Nuuu you're supposed to want usss!" * throwing epic tantrum like a toddler while I just walk away to read the filthy smut my lovely writers make*

Me: "Too bad, I go both ways too..."

Love you guys keep up the good work with the art and smut writings!!

[emotionally-masochistic]

Soooo I did a thing...have some x-rated Solas audio 🙃

Yes, I know it's terrible

[wildercrow]

Calm Before The Storm

A sweet, smutty exchange treat I (Boaty) wrote for @ar-lath-ma-cully~

Rating: Explicit Main Relationship: Fenris/Male Hawke Word Count: 1849 Content Warnings: Brief drowning imagery in a dream sequence Summary:

Tomorrow is Satinalia, and with it comes all manner of complicated feelings for what remains of the Hawke family. But tonight there is just Hawke and Fenris and a lot of pent-up horny energy that they might as well make the most of.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51765742

[nightowlfandom]

Us Against The World- Solas (Dragon Age: Iquisition. Fem. Human! Mage! Reader) Part 1/2

You're a slightly clumsy human with a heart of gold...and a horrible lack of people skills. Everyone, though their intentions are pure, think of you as fragile...except for one person

Contains: not canon in the SLIGHTEST because Ion feel like crying today, smut (in part 2), Reader whose shorter than Solas, smut (In part 2), references to nightmares/sleeping problems Gen Z humor, 21st Century slang/references (because why not and it's funny!), Smut (in part 2), angst, emotions, references to mental illness, I'm trying to give everyone who loves this egg some crumbs. (It's me, I'm 'everyone') praise for your strengths because you deserve it

Solas is my husband and I can change him it's okay, it's fine. I'm not heartbroken at all.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

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Leggo!

...

It's a well known, yet unfortunate fact that however you introduce yourself to the world is how you are perceived and it's the persona you must stick to. Well, you were clumsy one. the girl who fell off a ledge, face first into the snow.

You had been walking, there was a log, then the next thing you know you went flying. A small group of people crowded around you and you had to brush off your pain and oncoming tears with a loud laugh and a snort. Ever since then, it was a known fact. If someone wasn't you, you were pretty much a lost cause.

Y/N was a cute little human, silly mage girl. She can't handle sharp objects without assistance. Cassandra, Cullen, Varric, Sera, EVEN Vivvienne (and considering her stance on mages, you were REALLY worried about that) all followed this fucked up code of conduct when it came to you. It sucked....it sucked Dire balls. You could have killed Blackwall when he stopped you from cutting open an apple with a dagger and did it himself, loudly stating "You could hurt yourself doing it that way."

"Mornin' Y/N" Krem had walked from his post over to where you were standing. You had been feeding your horse, Chestnut. "Slip on any puddles today?"

"Very funny." You sourly replied. "Did the big oaf send you on a solo mission to drag barrels of liquor through salty sea mud?"

"Don't remind me." he gagged. "I'm still not over last time."

"That's what I thought." you laughed. "And for the record, I'm wearing my slip resistant boots today. I had these made, strictly for this-" You began dancing in place. "See? No slipping today! HA!"

"Well, I'm happy for ya...I don't suppose your party will act any different?"

"Not in the slightest." You griped. "Imagine how much bargaining I had to do just to get a horse."

"I mean, a 800 kg death trap-"

As if being insulted, your horse gave a low huff, raising it's head from their obviously interrupted breakfast.

"Sorry buddy-" he laughed at your pet's diva-ish attitude. You watched as Krem gently combed his fingers through Chestnut's mane "But to be fair you did accidentally start a fire."

"It was aimed at the pile of wood meant for the fire anyways!"

"The fire was bright pink, Y/N..."

"Well no one told me that my staff was switched with Solas' and to be fair, I think it is quite impressive to start a fire with storm magic!"

"Which is why you aren't allowed to sleep with your staff next to you anymore."

"But it's still pretty cool." you pointed finger guns at your lifelong pal. "Admit it!"

"I'd have to agree." a new voice joined you. Speaking of Solas, he strode up with his hands tucked behind his back. "I've never seen something quite like that before. It's almost amazing to think no one outside of these walls could experience a phenomena."

"Heh, well...um-" you stammered. "I am pretty amazing." you shrugged, followed by a pathetic attempt to look casual.

"Pardon my meddling but I was hoping I could speak to Y/N for a moment." he looked who Krem who had been holding in a laugh.

"Right, I got some stuff to do. Drinks later?" he pointed at me as he began walking backwards, probably to pester Iron Bull or antagonize Cullen. You started wide eyed in terror as you were left alone. You faced Solas, trying to put on a smile.

"Um...hi?" you shyly waved.

"Hello, my friend." he greeted you back with a somewhat knowing smirk. "I hope all is well?"

"Um, pretty much." you rocked on the balls of your feet. "You wanted to speak with me?"

"Yes, yes I did." the much taller male smiled kindly. "I wanted to check in, and make sure your dreams aren't causing ailments again."

"..Oh, those." you sighed sheepishly. "I've felt worse...but they aren't bothering me too much." you confessed.

"Are they getting worse?"

"They're about the same."

As well as having slight troubles when it comes to staying vertical, your dream state had been suffering since you were small. It was one of the many reasons people kept an eye on you, after you made a campfire burn four trees down in your sleep.

Solas, being the only one well versed in this kind of stuff was tasked with helping you by any means.

"Hm, I feared you'd say that." he shook his head. "Ah well, I might have another solution."

"Hey, at this point I'll try anything." you pet your horse's head. "I don't know how much use I'll be if these stupid dreams keep getting worse. So you have a solution you said?"

"Hm, yes. I fear we must do it in private though, come to my cabin tonight."

"Can do, Solas." you nodded. As he stalked off, you released a dramatic breath. Not only was be ethereally attractive, but part of you felt like you couldn't breathe around him. "Tell me the truth, did that look bad?" You turned back towards Chestnut who had neighed through eating. "Great."

...

Night eventually fell, and the moon was nearly at it highest point. You stood outside of Solas' cabin, rocking on the balls of your feet. You couldn't find it in you to knock for whatever reason.

Solas must have sensed your presence anyways because before you could raise your hand, the door opened. "Ah, I thought I heard you out here. Please come in."

"U-um, sure!" you walked passed him into the warmth or a roaring fire. Solas really knew how to turn such a spot into a temporary home. His bookshelf, no doubt full of fables and tales as well as many different types of Codex.

"Please. sit." he motioned to his bed. For a while now, at least two days out of the week, Solas would have you in his cabin so he could somewhat 'experiment' with your dreams, must as he has with his own dreams.

"I was doing some reading, and I came across something that I am dishonored to say I missed."

"Oh?" you bought up your legs to sit on the bed with your legs crossed. "What is it?"

"Nightmares are a highlight of the things in our lives that scare us. You never did tell me what these nightmares were about. While it's not my place to ask, I fear the solution to helping you would be for you to tell me."

You frowned, looking down at your fingers. You dreams...they weren't about war, destruction or anything that anyone would really deem as worthy of getting help for. For a long time, you used to have dreams of home and how much you missed it. Then suddenly...

If it wasn't him dying in your arms, it was you dying in his. If it wasn't you dying of a broken heart, it was him laughing in your face. It was you behind a pane of glass unable to break it as Envy took the form of another woman and charmed him. It only got worse as time progressed. It then managed to turn into him killing you himself...on a good sleep.

"Is something ailing you?" he spoke softly, allowing you to break from your thoughts. "You know, I would never allow anything to happen to you."

"Solas, I can't tell you without risking anything." you sighed, standing up. "If I told you...I can't even imagine how little you'd think of me."

" Y/N, after all we've been through. After all you've been through, do you actually think that I'd ever think so lowly of you?"

"Of course not, but when you've been raised to keep your mouth shut because your troubles aren't nearly as 'valid' as everyone else, I have no choice but to think that way." you replied sourly. "If I tell you that my nightmares are because you-" you instantly stopped yourself from speaking, instantly regretting the words that escaped your lips.

"Me?...Your ailments...are because of me?" he whispered, mainly to himself. "Could it be?"

You watched as Solas began shifting his weight from side to side. Something which was very out of character for him.

"Solas, say something." you took a step towards him. "Please say something, anything."

"For the longest time, I've been having difficulties in The Fade, I can't hold focus well as I used to, I can't sleep soundly any longer. I've nearly succumbed to temptation so many times only to be woken up." he spoke in riddles again, much like he did when coming to a discovery. "Y/N...have you been having dreams because of your feelings towards me?"

"M-my feelings towards you?!' you repeated. "I-um..." you looked down at your feet. "I-....yes." you nodded.

"Have you seen death? Envy?"

You nodded again. "I watched it seduce you and take you away from me." you bit back the tears of embarassment.

"Did you kill me in any of them?"

"No." you found it in you to look up. "You killed me." You emphasized. "You laughed in my face, and told me-"

"Why on Earth would I ever love scum like you?" you both said at the exact same time. It was your turn to look surprised. How did he know.

"Solas." you whispered. "Have you been-"

"I've been having nightmares, each one worse than the last. All of them involving you saying the most heinous things to me"

"What?" you stammered. "S-solas I would never-"

"Allow me to finish. I fear that if I don't, I'll never get to say thing-" he spoke. "My adoration for your has manifested itself into fear. Fear that you would never-"

"Never what?" you asked.

"I could only dream of being in your presence the way I want." he spoke. "To look into your eyes in the way lovers do, to share intimacy."

Your words caught in your throat. Hearing him speak so highly of you.

"S-solas." you whimpered. "Are you saying-"

"I'm in love with you, Y/N. Why else would I put up with that mage hating human piece of-....piece of shit. That unruly, far too outspoken bull...and Varric" He stepped closer to you.

You opted to laugh at the lack of description for for Varric. Cullen and Iron Bull were a bit much, but you hadn't realized that Solas felt so strongly. Either you were blind or ignorant.

"I thought you'd never feel the same." he rested his forehead against yours. "I was swayed into thinking you'd never-"

"For such a smart guy, you sure are silly." you laughed sheepishly. "But I-" you couldn't help but laugh again.

"What are you laughing at?" Solas furrowed his eyebrows, though he wore a knowing smirk.

"Nothing...nothing at all." you shook your head.

"...I really want to kiss you right now." he whispered lowly. "If you'd indulge me."

"Might wanna hurry up before we both realize we're dreaming."

"Oh don't even joke about that." he rolled his eyes, rested a hand on your cheek. Solas somewhat uncharacteristically eager. crashed his lips over yours. You grew hot, your tunic becoming heavy. You absentmindedly held onto his sleeve in an effort to stay upright.

" A giant hole in the sky, an impending war, murky islands, and Vivienne's constant nitpicking....and this is easily the biggest victory of my life." you thought.

Solas broke away from you, breath every so slightly wavering. "I don't know what's better, knowing this is real...or -"

"Knowing Cullen is going to lose his mind when he finds out?" you giggled.

"Exactly." he smirked, kissing you again.

(PSA , Not making Krem romanceable was a crime because I love him....I will die on this hill

Smut in part 2)

[variaoftevinter]

hawke x varric

fem!hawke x varric, mention of fenris x hawke i wrote this literally over two years ago (never posted) and just edited it a bit, enjoy!

content: v light smut, hickeys, b0ners, conversation about sex

Hawke and Varric were sat as always in the back room of the Hanged Man, hidden away from the rest of the rabble— to her preference. She never made a fuss when they got a table in the front, but she always got quiet-- surprising for someone as seemingly sociable as her. She said she doesn’t like when people watch her eat. The barmaid walked over and placed a bottle of dark wine and two chalices in front of them. Varric filled both of their cups. 

“I believe we have to keep tradition and get shitfaced, madam,” Varric said. She groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“Trust me, it’s not that I don’t like getting drunk,” she said with a smile, “it’s just that I black out every damned time. Without fail.” He laughed.

“It’s reassuring to know Hawke is bad at something. I’ve never seen someone handle their alcohol as poorly as you. Even Daisy.”

“We have no clue what those Dalish could be chugging on.”

“Hawke, how the hell could they make wine out there?” 

Hawke took a swig from her cup.

“Blood magic.” 

Varric groaned.

“That one was terrible.”

“I thought the delivery was pretty good!”

“I won’t deny you that,” 

She chuckled, her cheeks already flushed. “No one delivers like you do, Hawke.”

“That’s for damned sure. They don’t call me the Whore of Kirkwall for nothing.”

That one earned a hearty chuckle from the dwarf. 

“You’re lucky I’m working to help your reputation, that would be quite the fucking legacy.”

“What’s wrong with being a whore, Varric? I’ve been one all my life. I know how to get what I want from people, fucking is one of the ways I do that. It’s methodical. Often times I know exactly how to get someone off, like clockwork. Or a machine, or something.”

“Isabela’s really rubbed off on you.”

“She certainly has.”

Varric, mid-drink, spat and sputtered into his wine.

“Maker, woman!”

“Oh come now you’re not some prude, are you? Goodness, it’s like I’m sat with a chantry mother.”

“My innocent ears!”

“You’ll be alright,” She said, and refilled both of their now empty cups. “I never really here you speak of sex, come to think of it.”

“Truth be told, it’s not my favorite pastime. There is a lot more to a connection than that, at least for me,” He said. Hawke leaned forward, intrigued. “I have to know a woman, intimately, before it can come to that. I’ve tried casual sex, but it’s just far too vulnerable. It might sound sad, but I have to be able to laugh with that person. It’s such a serious matter when it’s with a stranger.”

“Laughter and sex, huh?”

“It’s necessary, yes. Absolutely.”

“Interesting. In all my days I’ve never experienced that.”

“Well,” he laughed, “I highly recommend.”

“Sex is often how I get to know a person. I don’t know why, but I greatly enjoy it. It tells me all I need to know about a person. What they want from you, if they’re a giver, if they’re a keeper, even.”

“I’ve never seen you find a keeper.”

She flinched at the comment. He quickly apologized.

“I have found keepers. The question is if I’m what they want.”

“Hawke, I don’t know how you couldn’t be. You’re a good, good woman. I mean it.”

“Well, people have specific tastes,” He raised a toast to that. “Like you, Varric. You’re commitment to Bianca is unwavering, and that never ceases to confound me.”

“She’s a good bow. She’s sturdy, and-”

“Varric.”

“Right... You wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh trust me, I do. She doesn’t deserve you.”

“You’re hung up on that broody elf, aren’t you? I could say the same for you. He has hurt you again and again... I suppose like she has to me.”

Hawke took a sip of her wine. Varric followed suit.

“You can do better than him, Hawke.” He repeated.

She sighed. “There isn't anyone better than him, in my eyes. But you can do better too. You deserve someone who does need you.”

“You need me,” Varric said. They looked at each other. “If we both can do better then where does that put us?”

She laughed loudly and genuinely— which was a rare sight.

“Maybe that puts us right here in front of each other.”

“What are you saying, Hawke?” Whatever bluff she had, Varric called it. They held eye contact for a moment.

“What are we, Varric? I mean, I’ve never had a friendship like this before.”

“Neither have I,” Varric said. “Family?”

“Maybe…” They locked eyes again. Varric furrowed his brows. 

“I’ve never really liked a woman that wasn’t a dwarf.”

“I’ve never really liked a dwarf.”

“Fair,” he backed off. They thought for a moment. “We’d be good for each other.”

“I… yes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” she decided. “We would, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, sure. Absolutely.”

She took a sip of her wine. Varric simply watched. His eyes made their way to hers. She looked back, setting the chalice down. He shifted in his seat.

She stood up. Varric inhaled, tilting his head up to look at her. She stepped over to him in his seat, and laid herself across his lap. He slid a hand over her rump. She brought a hand to his chin, rubbing her thumb gently across his scruffy facial hair as she lifted his face up to hers. They kissed— only for a moment, then pulled away to look at each other. Neither could discern what the other was feeling so they went at it again. As their lips pressed together they wrapped their arms around each other, enveloping them in one another’s embrace. This kiss lasted longer. Slowly, gently, the tip of Varric’s tongue brushed against her lips. She parted her mouth for him, letting him in. They continued. His left hand still wore a leather glove. He gripped her jaw with it, keeping her right against him. She felt him start to press against her, growing hard. She whimpered.

“Fuck.” He whispered. 

She tried to stifle a laugh, to no avail, giggling down his throat. He pulled away, resting his hands on the armrests of his chair.

“What?” He demanded, embarrassed.

“What do you mean, what?” She said, still in his lap, her face almost touching his.

“You laughed in my mouth!”

“You just said... I just felt bad. Or guilty I suppose.”

“Why?”

She leaned in, and started to kiss his neck. He tossed his head back, groaning in surprise. Slowly, she bit and sucked at him, until the skin turned deep red.

“Because,” she whispered into the crook of his neck, “I have you right where I want you.”

And with that, she rose from their shared seat, grabbed the quarter-full bottle of wine, and started to walk away.

Varric, unsure of whether to cover his neck or his bulge, awkwardly stood up and started to follow.

“Hawke! Maker’s breath, wait, woman!”

[glasvera]

Partner Swap (Day 2)

Isabela x Zevran & Fenris x Fem!Hawke

Description: Smutember Day 2!!! (Just pretend it's 2 days ago it's fine) Before Zevran leaves after killing the pursuant Antivan Crows, he offers a proposition to the Champion of Kirkwall. Fenris outright refuses, but Isabela is more than ready. Hawke can’t deny her attraction to the former assassin, and she’s seen Fenris’s gaze linger on their pirate companion more than once, so she offers a proposition.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only, Minors DNI!!!) vaginal sex, fingering, oral (F and M receiving)

A/N: this is the first time I've written for Dragon Age in like... 7? 8 years? It was nice to go back to some of my fanfiction roots. But as with all of these prompts, it's mostly unedited. Just pure word spewing.

Word Count: 3876

“That depends. How much do you want to test that luck of yours?” Fenris’s gaze was that of cold steel as he stared down the Antivan elf in front of them, the sand crunching under his boots as he stepped forward possessively. Hawke huffed quietly to herself in mild frustration as her lover shot down the proposition before she’d gotten a say herself, shooting him a glance out of the corner of her eye.

Hawke was by no means unfaithful. She just grew up with a starkly different idea of what sex meant in the terms of a relationship, and she was more than a little excited to find a kindred soul in Zevran. The adrenaline of the recent fight was still pumping through her veins, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t fantasized about a few different scenarios upon being asked such a question.

“Well if you lot aren’t going to fuck him, then I suppose I will,” Isabella offered bluntly as she walked up from behind the two of them. 

“Ah, Isabela! It would be my pleasure,” Zevran replied with a curt bow of his head.

The pirate rolled her eyes at his gesture. “There better be some pleasure in it for me as well, or I won’t be sticking around for long,” she chided as they began to walk away. “I’ll catch up with you all later!” she called back with a wave of her hand.

Hawke crossed her arms with a grimace, disappointed in the outcome but not wanting to show it too much on her face.

“That girl has curious standards,” Varric observed, breaking the awkward silence in the group.

Hawke shrugged her shoulders. “I can kind of see it.”

Fenris stepped in front of her, looking at her as though she’d grown a second head. “You can’t be serious?” he snapped.

“What can I say?” she retorted, gesturing to him, “I have a type.”

He snarled at that. “Don’t even think about comparing me to him. We are nothing alike.”

Hawke cocked her head to the side, holding up a fist as she started counting on her fingers. “Tall, lithe, handsome, mysterious, sharp features, puppy eyes-”

“There are no puppy eyes,” he interrupted with a bark.

Varric chuckled as he watched their spat. “She’s got you pegged there, Broody.”

Fenris’s head snapped towards him, staring daggers at the dwarf as the lyrium flared in his markings with their telltale blue glow.

Varric raised his hands defensively, slowly backing away. “Alright, alright. I’ll be over here. Let you guys work this out,” he stated, heading over to one of the newly vacant tents left by the Crows.

“Fenris, what is your problem? It’s just sex,” Hawke complained. “Two attractive people appreciating each other’s attractiveness.”

His icy stare was redirected at her as his hands balled into fists. “Just sex? So did we just have sex then?” There was a hint of betrayal in his voice that made Hawke’s heart clench.

“Of course not!” she reassured, taking his hands in hers. “You’ve always been more than that to me. You know that.”

“And what if this Crow becomes more than just sex?” he asked, his tone laced with worry as his gaze softened. Ah. There were the puppy eyes.

Hawke sighed, shoulders dropping slightly. “Do you want more than sex when you look at Isabela?” She couldn’t help but snort when his eyes flashed open in defiant surprise. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring. It doesn’t bother me, you know,” she spoke softly as she brought a hand up to brush his cheek softly. 

Shamed, he avoided her gaze and turned his head to the side. “Hawke, I…”

“Hey,” she stopped him as she rested her hands on his shoulders. “How about we forget all this, and…” she gave him a little wink as she nodded her head in the direction of their departed companions, “go take care of some of our more… unique desires?” She bit her lip as she stared at him, waiting for him to meet her gaze again and consider her proposal.

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow in thought for a moment as Hawke waited with baited breath. Blinking slowly, he finally looked back up at her.

“Just sex?” he asked, face twisting slightly as the unfamiliar concept left his lips.

Hawke nodded. “Just sex.”

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Fenris had his hand firmly clasped around Hawke’s as they strolled between the rocky outcrops towards Zevran and Isabela’s tent. It looked rather spacious, likely something akin to a commander’s tent or whatever the Antivan Crow equivalent might be. Before they had even rounded the corner towards it, his face began to heat up as he heard Isabela practically screaming Zevran’s name like a prayer.

He moved to turn around and go back whence they came. “Perhaps this was a bad ide-”

Hawke gripped his hand tighter and pulled him into her, crashing her lips to his. Instinctively, his other hand clawed at her waist and held her fast against him. The familiarness of her taste, her plush lips against his own, coupled with the sounds of the nearby lovemaking began to set a fire ablaze in his loins. He growled into her mouth and released her hand to grab the back of her head, lacing his fingers through her hair and pulling slightly. Hawke gasped against his lips as she smirked at his roughness.

“I think this was a great idea,” she teased, bringing a hand to cup his already hardening cock through his skin tight pants.

Fenris retaliated by biting her bottom lip, tugging it slightly as he angled his head to better devour her. They were so absorbed in themselves and feeling each other that they had yet to notice the moans subsiding and the flap of the tent opening next to them.

“Oh? Looks like we’re not the only ones having fun after all,” Isabela chortled as she watched the two of them.

“I’ve always been told I have a way with my lovemaking, but never did I think I could have this effect on others,” Zevran chuckled, lounging brazenly with his half hard cock out on display and Isabela’s slick decorating his face.

Fenris and Hawke snapped back to reality and pulled away from each other quickly, startled by their new voyeurs.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Zevran teased as he began to stroke himself. She stammered and struggled to say something in return, but Hawke’s eyes couldn’t help but be glued to the motions of his hand. Zevran took notice and raised a brow at the realization. “Unless you see something you like after all…?”

Meanwhile, Fenris was fighting for dear life to look Isabela in the eyes and not at her ample bosom. She chuckled and swayed her breasts back and forth, biting her lip as she gazed up at him through her long lashes as his Adam's apple bobbed with a gulp. “I think they both do, Zev.”

Hawke cleared her throat, suddenly feeling incredibly parched. “I, that is, we would like to erm… join you both?” she offered shyly. She felt herself getting weak in the knees at the sight of the assassin naked as the day he was born. “But we would like to, well,” she swallowed, gathering her thoughts, “we’d like to switch if that’s alright?”

“My dear Champion, I’m afraid I do not catch your meaning,” Zevran replied with a sly smirk as he ran the pad of his thumb across the tip of his dick.

“I would have Isabela, if you would have Hawke,” Fenris finally spoke up, now openly staring at the pirate’s chest.

“Oh! Now you are speaking my language!” Zevran chimed before gesturing at the two of them, “but you are both far too dressed for the occasion!” He stood up and strolled up to Hawke, taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Do not fret, my angel. I am rather skilled in the disrobing of others,” he whispered with a wink. 

Hawke felt frozen in place as her eyes traced the contours of his face. Zevran chuckled as he began to unclasp the buckles and unravel the straps of her outer armor.

“So tense! This should be a time for relaxation.” He placed a kiss upon her soft lips, earning a soft whine as he copped a feel of her chest through her clothes while discarding her breastplate. He was seemingly an expert at both removing clothes as well as turning every delicate touch into a sensuous caress that sent heat straight to her core. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he continued lower, sucking on a spot behind her ear as she keened.

Fenris’s ears twitched at hearing the pleasured sounds of his lover, somehow only turned on further by them as he began to approach Isabela. She stood up in front of him, placing a hand on his chest as she ran it lazily across his body while she walked around him. Pressing herself against his back, she danced her fingers across the planes of his chest and stomach, slowly trailing them lower. Fenris groaned at the feeling of Isabela’s breasts through the thin leather of his armor. He hissed as her fingers traced the outline of his cock while her other hand began to remove his armor as well.

“Oh my, I knew you would be a big one,” Isabela giggled as her breath tickled his ear. She pulled away from him to finish removing his upper armor, whistling as the taut muscles of his chest and back were revealed to her. “Hawke! It should be a crime to keep all of this to yourself,” she chastised jokingly as she immediately began to run her hands along his body again. She followed the lines of his tattoos with her finger, and they thrummed with a gentle glow at the attention.

Breaking out of his initial fog, Fenris began to reciprocate her touch. His eyes followed his hands as he felt the smooth skin under his fingers. He pulled her in by the waist, earning a soft squeak of surprise as his lips met hers. She tasted like spiced wine and smoke, and she was definitely more experienced at kissing than Hawke was. One of his hands reached up and palmed her breast, grunting into the kiss as he felt himself strain against his trousers.

Zevran had already led Hawke back into the tent, lying her down against the bedroll as he began to roll her pants down her legs with tantalizing slowness. She braced herself up on her elbows as she watched him, entranced by the way his every movement was stoking the flames of her arousal. She knew she would be dripping even before he removed her smalls but gasped all the same as the cool breeze of the open tent blew against her sopping core.

“My,” he admired as he stared at her openly as her chest heaved, “I have had many a conquest in my time, but you are sure to be one I will think back on often.”

Hawke blushed as he hovered over her, cock hanging low just above her entrance. He stopped for a moment, pondering something as Hawke lie back in wait. His eyes darted about the spacious tent before stopping on what appeared to be a large mirror in the far corner.

“Ah, yes. That will do.”

Isabela broke away from the kiss to watch her Antivan friend as he positioned the mirror in front of himself and Hawke. “Your vanity never ceases to amaze, Zevran,” she chastised as she fell to her knees in front of Fenris.

“This is just as much for me as it is for our lovely Champion!” he retorted. “It is only fair she gets to see both my beauty as well as hers during our coupling.”

Hawke blushed as he returned to her, offering her a hand for her to sit up. She complied and he pulled her into a kiss, his hands grabbing her ass as he squeezed the ample flesh in his fingers. He opened his eyes for a moment to watch in the mirror the way his nimble fingers groped her backside.

Fenris’s eyes widened as he watched the pirate drop in front of him, watching as she began to pull his pants and smalls down in one go. His cock bent uncomfortably for a moment before bobbing free and at attention in front of her face. She hummed contently before taking him in hand, stroking him languidly as his head fell back for a moment. When her mouth enveloped the tip of him, he let out a low, throaty moan.

“My, your lover truly makes the prettiest noises,” Zevran observed as he motioned for Hawke to turn around towards the mirror.

“Wait until you hear the way he growls,” Hawke replied as she reminisced about their previous sessions. “I swear I could cum from just his voice alone,” she chuckled.

“Now that I would pay to see, my dear,” he laughed as he massaged his palms into her shoulders and back. He reached his hands around to cup her breasts, relishing in the way her breath hitched when he tugged on her nipples. His cock nestled against the curve of her ass as he began to grind into her, trailing one hand down as he teased a finger at her wetness. She whimpered in his hold, bringing a hand up around his neck as the other held fast to his wrist as he toyed with her folds. He circled two of his fingers around his clit, making her buck into his hand as he peppered kisses along her shoulder and neck.

Fenris braced a hand against Isabela’s head as she took him fully into her mouth, sucking on him with wet, sloppy sounds as she leaned her hands on his thighs. He thrust into her lightly, not wanting to gag her, but found it harder and harder to control himself as she did her best to swirl her tongue around his shaft and licked at the tip with every thrust out. His fingers threaded themselves through her hair as her bandana slipped off, and he watched as she stared up at him, enraptured as she was by the way his face contorted in pleasure.

She pulled off him suddenly with a pop, laughing at his confused expression. “As much as I’d love to swallow every last drop,” she began, noting the way his eyes darkened at her words, “I’d much rather feel every last inch of you inside of me.” She stood up, taking his hand in hers as she led him back into the tent with Zevran and Hawke.

Zevran had already lined himself up with her entrance, sliding into her as he gently pushed her back forward and encouraged her to position herself on all fours. She keened at the feeling of him stretching inside her, her arousal amplified as she watched herself in the mirror and saw the way Zevran’s jaw dropped slightly.

Isabela twisted them around as they approached the adjacent bedroll, nearly throwing Fenris to the ground on his back as she straddled on top of him. She wasted no time as she positioned herself over him, sinking down onto his cock as she let out a moan at the feeling. Fenris was speechless, brow furrowing as he instinctively placed his hands on her hips. She bounced up and down on him, breathy moans spilling out of her mouth with every thrust.

“Hawke,” she gasped out between thrusts, “I say this with all the love in my heart, but-Oh! Fenris, fuck,” she interrupted herself as he began snapping his hips up into her from below, hitting a spot that made her eyes roll back, “you are a greedy whore for keeping him all to yourself until now.”

Hawke giggled between her own whimpers as Zevran began to fuck her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror, locking eyes with him as he grinned devilishly at her. He leaned forward, pushing her further down to the ground until her chest was flush with the blankets.

“Give me your arms, sweetheart,” he commanded, and she complied as she balanced her weight on her head and shoulders long enough to reach her arms back behind her. Zevran grabbed her wrists in his hands, pulling her towards him and using them as leverage as he began to fuck her harder. Every thrust was hitting her perfectly and she was almost certain she was seeing stars.

“Oh! Fuck! Zevran!” She couldn’t hold her voice back any longer as she began to scream his praises, her head thrown back as her hair fell in her face.

Zevran huffed with his exertions as he lost himself to the pleasure, watching in the mirror as her breasts bounced in time with the snapping of his hips.. “There are those sweet angelic noises I yearned for,” he chuckled as he picked up his pace, sweat beading on his forehead.

Fenris turned towards Hawke, watching the way her lips parted with each gasp and moan. She felt his gaze on her and glanced at him from the corners of her eyes with a love drunk smile that he couldn’t help but return. 

“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me so quickly, Fenris,” Isabella chided as she braced her hands on his chest. Her breasts hung in front of his face as her ass bounced up and down with a renewed vigor.

“As if you’d ever let anyone forget about you,” he shot back as he grabbed one of her breasts in his hand and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She gasped as her pace stuttered, and he snaked his other hand between her legs to toy with her clit.

“Shit!” Isabela cursed, feeling herself getting close. Fenris felt the way her walls fluttered around him and knew he couldn’t hold on much longer either. While laving his tongue around her nipple, he adjusted the angle of his thrusts until he knew from her keening that he’d hit the right spot, hammering into it while pleasuring her clit until she was seeing stars. “Shit, fuck, shit! Fenris!” she nearly screamed his name as she came around him, her whole body shuddering as she nearly fell on top of him.

He pulled away from her chest as he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her flush to him as he pounded into her from below. Almost animalistic growls were drawn from his lips as he chased his own release, flipping them over halfway through so that she was beneath him as he continued. Isabela couldn’t help but be enamored by the way he bared his teeth in a snarl and screwed his eyes shut as he focused on the pleasure. His tattoos glowed brightly, flashing fiercely as his thrusts began to falter. He pulled out of her quickly, moving to take himself in hand until she swatted him away with her own and began stroking him fervently. His eyes flashed open as he watched her, huffing before finally cumming hard all over her stomach and tits. A rope of it landed on her lips and she licked it off, winking at him as she did so.

Zevran, never one to be shown up in acts of a sexual nature, yanked Hawke up by the arms so that she was on her knees with her arms and back flush against his chest. His thrusts never ceased and he used the new angle to capture her wrists in one hand while the other moved to rub her clit. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he kissed and sucked marks into her skin.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as she whined and whimpered under his ministrations. “I can feel you getting close.” He looked over to Fenris who was watching her, completely enraptured by the sight of her completely losing herself on Zevran’s cock. “Would you like to assist her, my newfound friend?”

Hawke found it difficult to speak as she was left powerless and subject to his manhandling, and her head was spinning from the pleasure. Sure enough, she could feel the knot building in her core as he kept hitting her just right, but it wasn’t quite enough. She peeked through one eye just in time to see Fenris approach and he took her head in both hands, kissing her passionately as Zevran continued pounding into her. She gasped into his mouth and he took the opportunity, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he entwined it with hers. Her moans were lost in his mouth, turned into little more than pathetic squeaks and whimpers as she neared her peak.

“Can’t let you two have all of the fun,” Isabela commented as she came up to them, maneuvering between Fenris and Hawke as she propped herself on one elbow. She shooed Zevran’s hand away before gripping Hawke’s thigh and placing her lips on the woman’s clit, earning a high pitched squeal as she bucked into Zevran behind her. The pirate chuckled as she began to suck at the bud and swirl her tongue around it, occasionally dipping her tongue low enough to lick at the shaft of Zevran’s cock as it pistoned in and out.

Zevran hissed at the added stimulation. “You are truly a minx, my dear Isabela.”

Isabela simply giggled as she continued, the vibrations sending shocks through Hawke’s body as she felt herself getting dangerously close. Fenris’s kisses grew greedier as he listened to her coming undone, bringing his hands up to cup and massage her breasts. He pulled away for a moment, pressing his forehead against hers as she bounced from the thrusts. 

“Are you going to cum for us, my love?”

She opened her eyes to look into his, gasping softly at the way he looked at her, his pupils blown out with lust. All of the sensations of Zevran’s cock pounding into her walls and Isabela’s practiced lips on her clit coupled with the familiarity of Fenris’s hands and eyes on her sent her over the edge, convulsing as she cried out in ecstasy. Zevran let out a low moan before pulling out, shooting his seed onto her back as he finished moments after.

Isabela moved away just in time as Hawke collapsed onto the bedroll beneath her, completely spent. Zevran chuckled, his breathing heavy as he used a nearby rag to clean the mess off of her and Isabela both. Fenris sat cross legged next to her as he ran his fingers soothingly through her hair, and Zevran lied down next to Isabela as they all recovered from their exertions.

“Yes, I think I will definitely be thinking about this little session of ours for a while,” he chortled.

[delicatefade]

Solas/Eilan First Kiss 💋

No time to write anything new this week, so I'll share excerpts of published kissies! Valentine's romance excerpt 1 of 3. wc: 175 Full published smut one-shot here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40595346

“I should retire,” he whispered feebly.

“Stay,” she whispered back.

He stared at her beauty and felt light-headed and weak. His knuckles trailed gingerly down her arm as his better nature screamed at him to stop. Her lips parted, wanting. He kissed her, daring and deep. Her soft lips yielded to him and his thoughts slipped. The world fell away. All he could hear was their shared breath, their hands rustling over each other’s clothing, the wet sounds of their lips, the soft little moans that caught in her throat. He kissed it.

Slowly they learned how the other liked to kiss. He took his time, in no rush to do anything but enjoy what he had for so many months denied. His hands explored her body, drawing her against him. Her body molded to his, her touch eager and sure. He traced her vallaslin with his nose from her cheekbone to her chin, atoning for whatever slight she had felt because of his rudeness. He felt her smile and was overjoyed.

[sharpe-teeth]

DADWC Prompts/List!

Hi! I'm new to this type of thing so prepare for this post to evolve!! This is a list of the ships/situations/tropes/etc. that I am interested in/happy to write! I might also include little prompts, quotes, etc. I am willing and interested in doing NSFW for all of this also cause im a slut.

I also prefer queer ships because I am a queer person so please know that, if you request a straight ship, I might queer it up a little unless specifically asked. I particularly prefer trans!Fenris and queer!Inquisitor. I also love poly ships so. And I love Fenris so I will write Fenris into anything. :)

Ships:

Fenris/literally any character (except canonically lesbian characters)

Samahl Lavellan (my inquisitor) / Fenris / Solas

Sam Lavellan/Fenris

Sam Lavellan/Solas

Any Solavellan

Warden/Zevran

M!Inquisitor/Dorian/Solas

willing to explore other ships!!

Situations:

Modern AUs (especially bookshop or ranch/horse barn AUs)

post-game (any game/any ending)

mid-game drabbles

SO much pining!!!

SOO much angst!!!

FWB but someone catches feelings

Prompts/Tropes

anything based on a particular song (send title/artist plz)

i will add more to this list as i think of them (feel free to send ideas!)

NSFW Below the Cut!! (18+ only)

NSFW/Kink Prompts (must be 18+ to request NSFW/kink)

touch-starved

face fucking

orgasm denial

exhibitionism/risky

tummy kink

more to come!

[blue-velvet-valentina]

A well-deserved night

CW: Nudity, kissing, “herb” smoking, no smut but the tension is there

Summary: Solas finds a kindred spirit in a human version of himself.

Solas has lately found his secret place to relax just beyond the veil, a simple house where each time he goes there, a human is sitting on the roof. A music box playing random songs with random merchants advertising their wares. Often the human wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with some random design. Her blonde hair fluffed and short, framing her round, almost youthful face perfectly disguising her age. At first Solas was lost and a bit afraid of this confusing new part of the fade, but he slowly learned that it seems the fade is a thin membrane between worlds, and he seemed to beam with wonder learning about her world, both the good and bad. He started to see her as a kindred spirit but as he saw her more, he felt more…different about her.

Solas sulked as he did not see her in her usual spot, instead wind howled with a brewing storm rolling in. he knew she was inside sitting by a lit window lighting up in expression seeing him and disappearing before the door swings open wide.

“Hurry! A storm is coming in!” His feet flew under him as he went from a stroll to a full sprint almost toppling her as he tried to stop himself, they both laugh in each other’s arms. The smell of food heavy in the air adding to the ambiance of her home. He has only seen her home from the outside and never went inside before, the inside filled with plants trailing up the walls, an aquarium being framed by plants growing from the top and spilling around. The main room was open to a kitchen with a weird device on a counter where the smell was coming from.

“You hungry? I figured you were hungry and tired of Nug. Its vegetarian so there’s no meat in it.” She asked as she opened the clear top and stirred it.

Solas stared at it seeing she carved the vegetables into the faces of skulls from mushrooms, pumpkins in the carrots, purple, yellow, and orange. “I’d love to try it yes. It smells amazing.” He smiled.

He blushed realizing he was over her shoulder and bumped into her from behind.   He never been this close to her before. He can smell her perfume which was stirring the wolf inside him.  He coughed embarrassed as he backed away, she just smiled at him and got him a chair at a table. He sat blushing madly still reeling from the thought of being so close, flashes of his imagination of her close again his senses going wild. He started to crave her just as much as the food, imaging her nude under him as he would let the wolf out and make her his. Solas’s mind snapped back to reality hearing the movement of a bowl towards him, one in front of him, the other Infront of her. She turned the music box on, which was low, playing a song about loving someone like there was not tomorrow.  He smiled at her at her kindness and tried the soup, the heat bringing color back to his cold pale skin as he realizes more detail about her. Her skin was slightly darker she must have had time in the sun her whole life. She wore glasses on her face that steamed with the soup’s heat making him blush more finding them attractive on her. She wore instead of shorts and shirt a simple housedress that was a lilac color with an apron that was tied around her waist. Her full frame made her look simpler and kindlier, a figure like this rare in Theadas.

The Night wore on as they talked and joked, discussing how they have been like they are old friends. She broke out her box and pulled her smoke kit, grinding the heady scented plant and stiffing it into pre rolled cones before sealing them and offering him the first smoke. Solas now able to handle its strength took it and inhaled deeply and held before a slow exhale in her direction. She took her turn, and her small, pouty lips touched the end where his touched. He stared between bites of food wishing his lips really touched hers. The night felt like it was so fat, but only a mere hour passed as the boom of thunder sounded an alarm. They finished eating as she cleared her mess he stared at her standing frame. The term she jokes about “submissive and breedable” was running circles in his mind imaging her again submitting to him his old heart pounding with the thought. He finished the herb in hopes it would calm him down, but it made him too relaxed. She finished cleaning, turning to see him staring at her a look that was only recognized as admiration as she looked at him and smiled.

“You’re handsome… I’ve never thought I’d feel this way about anyone, in fact I always felt like love wasn’t in the cards for me till you wandered on my property.”  She got closer as something in him snapped. He stood and kissed her deeply never feeling this way with anyone himself, let alone a human but here is kissing her lips satisfying his desires and curiosity.  She slowly backed away leading him into what was obviously her bedroom. There was netting crowning her bed and soft lights giving a candle like glow as he growled like a feral god ripping his clothes getting more aggressive when she moaned into his ear and her breath brushing his ear. She pulled her dress off over her head her hair bouncing free along with her breasts and the fat in her body. He grabbed handfuls of her kidding again in just his pants as he kissed her lips the trailing lower, leading himself into the wonderland of her body and earning himself a well-deserved night.

[emotionally-masochistic]

My goal is to make you horny-sad.

Chapter 13 - An Enjoyable Side Benefit

He would never lie with her under false pretenses, but with all the cards on the table…Well, that's another story entirely.

"At last the drought was over, and he drank of her like a man who hadn't seen water in days. The space between their bodies had dwindled to such a minuscule distance, and yet when they finally came together it seemed as though they had bridged hundreds of miles to get there. It was like coming home; they fit together perfectly. Though either of them would have been loathe to admit it; it was the bittersweet and beautiful reunion they'd both been desperately hoping for."

[wildercrow]

Breathe It In And Let It Out by Nuri (SpicyIsopods)

This one's another fall/spooky prompt ("a ghost living in a mirror"), tho it got uh… wildly out of hand because Fiadh walked into the room and brought an unexpected genre shift with them, haha.

Some context for this one because it's... wildly canon-divergent: In this timeline, the Hawkes thought Bethany was dead after the ogre incident, but just after they left she was rescued by a local Chasind clan also fleeing the Blight. As of this fic, Bethany still (falsely) believes the rest of her family died in the Blight. They did not. Her siblings are very much still alive. Her mom is… not, but for unrelated reasons.

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Rating: Explicit Characters: Bethany, Fiadh Relationships: Bethany/Fiadh Genre: Angst that quickly morphs into Fluffy Smut Content Warnings: Themes relating to grief/presumed family death, explicit sex with some vaguely kinky undertones Words: 1851 AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50664370 Fic:

Bethany’s not sure what possessed her to pull out the hand mirror. Nerves about her rapidly-approaching wedding, perhaps? Though she’s not sure what good staring blankly at her own face will do on that front.

Whatever the reason, she’s now seated on the edge of the bed with a mirror clutched tightly in her hands, inspecting her own visage for… what? Evidence that she’s real? That she’s alive? That she’s deserving of good things?

Whatever it is she’s looking for, she can’t seem to find it. She sees her face, sure. She has her father and sister’s skin, her mother’s nose, her brother’s hair… but that isn’t her. That’s just the ghost of all the family members she’s lost.

But as hard as she tries, she can’t seem to find herself in the mirror. Not in any way that matters. And any attempts she makes just leave her feeling lightheaded. The more she tries, the less real she feels, until eventually she can no longer even feel her own hands as they grip the mirror.

She hardly hears Fiadh enter the room. Hardly feels the mattress move as they climb into bed behind her. But it’s hard to ignore the comforting weight of them against her back. The sight of their face in the mirror as they bend down to kiss her shoulder before resting their chin there.

“You alright, love?” they ask, caressing her bicep. The sensation is dulled, but it still serves to bring her back to her body a bit.

“I…” she desperately searches for words. She wants to explain. She does! But the words just aren’t there. Instead, there’s just agonizing emptiness. Frustration and panic swell in her chest and she can feel sweat beginning to soak into her clothes.

“Take your time,” Fiadh murmurs.

Bethany takes a deep breath to quell her rising panic and closes her eyes. She knows the words will come faster if she’s calm, but actually becoming calm is easier said than done.

It takes some time, but the words do eventually come. “Sometimes… seeing myself in mirrors feels strange. Almost like a piece of me died every time I lost a family member, and now the person in the mirror is just a ghost.”

Fiadh’s brow furrows for a moment, but then a goofy grin spreads across their face and they bury their face in her shoulder, nuzzling as vigorously as they can without giving both of them a headache. “Could I do this to a ghost?”

It’s such an utterly silly response that it works. Bethany bursts into hysterical giggles.

Once her giggles die down, Fiadh gently plucks the mirror from her hands, lays it facedown on the bedside table, and then presses an achingly tender kiss to her neck. "What about that? Could I do that to a ghost?"

"Oh!" she gasps, a tingle running down her very much alive spine. “Um… no, I don’t imagine you could.”

“Didn’t think so,” they murmur before pressing another kiss to her neck. This time they part their lips just slightly so they can mouth at the sensitive skin.

Suddenly a particular part of her is feeling very alive. Enough so that a thin whine escapes her throat without her permission. She claps a hand over her mouth instinctively.

“How’s this? This helping, or d’you want me to stop?” they ask.

“It’s… it’s helping,” she admits, lowering her hand from her mouth. “Are… do you want this?”

“Now why would I initiate something I don’t want?” they ask with a soft chuckle.

Bethany laughs nervously. “Okay, fair point. Um… are we… do you…”

“Sex. I’m initiating sex. In case that wasn’t clear,” they clarify with a far less nervous laugh of their own. “Uh… probably very lazy sex, since my everything hurts today. But that’s fine, lazy sex is still fun!”

Bethany relaxes a bit, reassured that they’re on the same page. “Okay. I… I want that. That sounds nice.”

“Alright then,” they press a chaste kiss to her shoulder as they snake their hands around to her belly. “Could I doooo…” one hand finds its way up to cup her breast, lightly grazing their fingertips over her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown, “this to a ghost?” They punctuate the question with another open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

Her hand flies back up to her mouth to muffle the moan that escapes her throat.

“See? Being alive feels good, right?” They slide their other hand down to rest on her thigh, tantalizingly close to her core.

She gives a little nod, accompanied by a muffled noise of agreement. It’s hard to disagree with that statement when she can feel herself soaking through her smallclothes already.

“And you deserve to feel good.” They nuzzle under her scarf and suck at the skin there, hard enough to leave a mark where no one else will see it. “I want you to feel good.”

She lets out another muffled moan.

“I love your sounds. You don’t have to hide them, you know.”

She makes a flustered noise through her hand, heat rising in her cheeks. But then, slowly but not reluctantly, she lowers her hand.

“There we are,” they say, circling her nipple with a finger and earning a newly-unmuffled whimper from her. “Now, let me see…” They tug her nightgown up to reveal her now visibly soaked smallclothes. “Could I do this to a ghost?” They cup a hand over her core and tease at her entrance through the wet fabric.

She arches her back and lets herself moan. She doesn’t bother adding words to her answer. She figures she’s gotten her point across.

Her clit is hard enough that they can easily find it even through her smallclothes, which is exactly what they do. “And what about this?” they ask softly, circling her clit a few times with a teasing finger before pulling away. “Could I do that to a ghost?”

She whines loudly, ignoring the actual question in favor of begging them to please keep going.

And so they do. When they start again, they also begin teasing at her nipple to the same rhythm, and the effect is dizzying. She’s really quite glad they don’t bother with removing her smallclothes – she suspects she’s far too sensitive now to enjoy the experience without them. But the cloth barrier dulls the sensation just the right amount, leaving her gasping and writhing and begging them to keep going.

And then before she knows it, she’s seeing stars as she comes without so much as taking off her clothes.

Once she starts twitching from overstimulation, Fiadh withdraws their hands and begins smoothing them up and down her sides instead as they pepper chaste kisses all over her shoulder and what they can reach of her cheek. “Did that help?” they ask once her breathing has mostly evened back out.

“So much,” she pants. “Thank you. Do you… do you want anything?”

“Only if it sounds nice to you,” they reply.

She snorts. “You’re as bad as I am! Do you want anything? I’m offering.”

They laugh. “I do, yeah,” they admit, suddenly a bit bashful.

“The usual ‘everything hurts today’ position?” she asks.

“How’d you guess?” They laugh, bashfulness gone as quickly as it arrived.

“Just a hunch,” she says. “Alright, give me a moment to get situated.”

They do as they’re told, sliding off the bed so they can rid themselves of their clothes as Bethany rearranges the pillows at the head of the bed and props herself up against them.

Once she’s ready, she pats the bed to summon her now-undressed partner to join her. They do so, quite eagerly, and proceed to straddle her, grabbing onto the headboard of the bed for support as Bethany smooths her hands reverently up and down their thighs before sweeping them up to knead at the fat just above their hips.

“You’re very soft, you know,” she says. Well… most of them is, at least. She eyes their cock, which is already quite hard, its head poking out of its hood before she’s so much as touched it. But she keeps that thought to herself. Not because she thinks they wouldn’t appreciate the innuendo, but because she’s fairly certain she’d die of embarrassment trying to deliver it.

“I’ve been told that a time or two before,” they respond, grinning down at her like an excited puppy.

She giggles, then grips their hips and looks up at them. “Ready?”

They nod so eagerly that the mattress shifts beneath them, which does nothing to dissuade her impression of them as a puppy. Suddenly she desperately wants to call them puppy. But… she doesn’t have it in her to try out something new right now. Especially when right now she’s not quite sure if the something in question is just a nickname or something more. Some other day, perhaps.

For now, she uses her grip on their hips to draw them closer so she can press a kiss to the place where their hip meets their groin. Then another to the side of their cock. She feels it twitch slightly at the touch. Which isn’t quite enough to wake her own sex drive back up, but it certainly makes warmth bloom in her belly.

Fiadh is quiet, but she doesn’t worry too much about that. They often get quiet during moments like this. One look up at them reveals that they’re still beaming expectantly, so she flattens her tongue and runs it along the underside of their cock, making their breath hitch as she does so.

She tries for a moment to swirl her tongue around the head of their cock, but their hips keep twitching, making such a delicate movement difficult. So after a few tries, she gives up in favor of taking their whole cock into her mouth and loosening her grip on their hips so they can properly thrust. And thrusting is exactly what they do.

She likes doing this. Going down on Fiadh. Likes the feel of their cock in her mouth. Likes that it’s short enough that she can reach her tongue back to tease their entrance and taste their slick but long enough for her to feel the weight and slide of their it against her tongue.

As her partner’s breathing grows heavier. As their thrusts grow more erratic. As their slick drenches her chin. She realizes that this, too, is a way to feel alive.

Fiadh doesn’t last much longer than Bethany did. They reach down to clumsily pet her hair as they finish with a quiet, shuddering moan. Their thighs are shaking so hard that she’s worried they’ll fall over, so she gently lowers them into her lap and pulls them against her chest as best she can considering they’re taller than she is.

“How was that?” she asks.

“Good,” they reply, quietly but emphatically.

“I’m glad,” she presses a kiss to whatever body part she can reach in their current configuration, which turns out to be a bicep.

“How’re you feeling?” they ask.

“Alive,” she replies without hesitation.

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Day 7 - Silent Night

Sam makes a late night visit to Cullen's tent, unable to sleep and seeking comfort.

Ngl - I wrote this incredibly sleep deprived and burnt out from a terribly stressful day at work. I am determined to post every day, but will need to put some effort into having some already written parts to insert on days like this.

Thank you all for continuing to read and hope you enjoy!

[variaoftevinter]

sera (dragon age) fanfic

sera x oc, leliana, dorian, scout harding all mentioned!! sorry for sm smut i swear i'll have more story based things soon. like way way more

content: lesbian SMUT, afab reader/afab sera, oral, f!ngering, teasing

“Do you intend to join the contest tonight?” I hear Leliana say, looking up from my table in the corner. 

“Contest?” She hands me the flier in her hand.

Archery Contest! Saturday! All challengers welcome*! Sister Leliana to judge!

*Except Varric and Bianca

“What is this, why are you showing me this?”

“It’s Saturday.” Leliana says, smirking.

“Maker, is it really? I haven’t been able to keep track of days since the boat ride. Then there was the month’s training, then there were the weeks on horseback-”

“Sorry to spring this on you, Zena, but I paid good money for your training, and I’d love to see my future assassin at work.”

“Aren’t I supposed to go by Florence now?”

“Fatine.”

“Who are Bianca and Varric?”

“Bianca is the biggest crossbow you’ve ever seen. And Varric is a dwarf whose aim is worse than a blind man’s.”

“I don’t have my bow.”

“It’s a good thing then, that I have it right here,” She picks up the bow she had strapped across her back. It is my bow. Damn. “I know you are nervous, Zena, but the stakes are low. What are wooden targets to a trained killer?”

“I don’t normally shoot for an audience.”

“Oh come now, Zena, that’s quite enough of this whining!” I chuckle, begrudgingly rising from my seat.

“When is this competition?” 

“Any minute now.”

“Maker!”

She leads me outside to a corner of the Skyhold fortress. There are people of the Inquisition milling about, sharing mugs of ale and chattering amongst themselves. Three or four have formed a line, bows drawn and warming up to compete. 

Leliana gently nudges the bow into my hands, and I take my place with the competitors.

“Hello everyone,” a dwarf with strawberry blonde braids steps forward, attempting to address the crowd, to no avail. “Hello all! Hey, hi,” the murmuring diminishes. “Thank you all for coming out to our archery contest! It’s good to build camaraderie by showing support for each other,” she says, teeming with nerves and excitement, “And to have some fun now and then!” She smiles giddily at her own joke, but the others remain quiet, unsure how to react. I clap. She looks over, startled, but appreciative for the awkward solidarity. Others join in for a round of applause.

“May the best archer win! If all competitors could take their place we’ll get under way shortly,” a few more people step forward from the crowd with their bows. “Oh, and thank you to our Spymaster Leliana for judging today! Thank you!” 

Leliana steps forward to explain the rules. She is clearly not half as into the whole camaraderie and support thing as the host. 

We will go in the order we arrived in (I’ll go fifth), and whoever scores the lowest each round (does the worst job hitting the bullseye) will be eliminated. First round I hit the closest ring to the center, gaining some murmurs of approval. Some, but not many, did just as well, many did worse. One Dalish elf got a bullseye, leading to roaring cheers and applause, and some eye-rolls from their competition. 

After some rounds we were down to seven people. The Antivan kid in front of me nocks his arrow, beginning to draw,  when I hear an-

“Oi!” The boy jumps, loosing his arrow into a wall, narrowly missing some spectators. I turn my head to see who just called out. 

She’s an elf with her blonde hair cropped short to her jaw, a sight I would normally find unladylike if my own hair wasn’t shaved to the scalp for ease in combat. She couldn’t be older than 22, but she dresses how my five-year-old would dress herself. A bright red tunic with the ugliest plaid breeches you’ve ever seen. 

“Am I late to the party?” She calls out, all eyes on her. Leliana rolls her eyes. 

“We’re halfway through the match,” the hostess says, visibly frustrated, “but, this is all just for fun,” a reminder more for herself than anyone else. “Sure, Sera, you may take your place among the others.”

“Thanks, Harding,” She says, satisfied. She looks for a place to go, then squeezes between me and the Antivan. “So was that your turn, or…?” She says to the boy.

“I should hope not!” 

“No, child, that was not your turn.” Leliana reassures him. He goes again, his arrow landing toward the outside of the target, his confidence shaken. 

Then it was Sera’s turn. In one fell swoop she grabbed an arrow, drew it back, then fired with no hesitation. It hits the dead center of the target. 

“Shit!” A man behind us swears, the competitors erupting in anger.

“Oh you lot are gonna have to get used to this. The real challenge has entered the game!”

I know this is all in good fun, but fuck her.

“May I go now?” I say to Sera, still standing in front of the target. She whips around to face me, looking shaken. Her expression warps into one of amusement, a corner of her mouth lifting.

“Sorry, my lady. Don’t let me keep ya.” She bows out of the way. I sigh, drawing back the bow. I close one eye, my tongue sticking out in ugly concentration. I fire. Mine hits the bullseye too. The crowd celebrates, cheering and jeering. I can’t help but grin to myself as I head to the back of the line. Sera is glaring at me, a mixture of intrigue and bitterness in her face. 

“Looks like you’re going to be trouble for me, lady.” I laugh.

“And you, me.”

“I’m Sera.”

“I know. I’m Fatine.” 

For every perfect hit Sera got, I was somewhere between good and great. But I stayed in the game, and so, of course, did she. When it was down to three, I matched her bullseye again, leaving us as the final two. By this time, a very large crowd had gathered, waiting with baited breath to see if I (the mysterious and sexy underdog) would beat Sera (Sera). I managed to keep up with her move by move, but she was effortless in her perfect strikes. My turns took concentration, hesitation, and thought. I moved slow. But she smugly watched me strategize each of my moves. Her certainty that she was going to win pissed me off, even though yes. She would probably win. Miraculously, I kept up with her for over ten agonizing rounds. Swiftly she draws the arrow and fires. It hits to the left of the bullseye. The crowd is in shambles.

“Fuck! God damn it! I don’t friggin’ care about this bullshit anyway. Fuck it!” Sera is swearing up a storm. 

“Now, now you haven’t lost yet! Pull yourself together, woman,” I coo at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looks at me with her big puppy-dog eyes, her mouth agape. I lift my other hand and gently raise her chin, shutting her trap.

“Now let’s see how this all turns out, why don’t we. Hm?”

“Argh!” She swings to the side. As I nock my arrow, I wonder if it’s even worth winning. She’s so mad at herself right now it’s pitiful. But there is a lesson to be learned from this– life is full of disappointments, after all. I draw back, steady myself, and fire. My most beautifully symmetrical shot yet. People yell and cheer, jumping up and down, celebrating how the Mighty has fallen. Sera simply slumps her shoulders and lowers her gaze.

“You did good, Sera!” I call out as she walks away. She pretends not to hear me. 

“We have a winner! Congratulations, Fatine!” Scout Harding proclaims. I lock eyes with Leliana, and she gives me a nod of approval, a twinkle of pride and mischief in her eyes. 

⇼

“Everybody raise a glass!” The bard sings out, ferociously strumming an old Tevinter tune in the winner’s honor. 

The tavern comes alive after dark, the glee from the competition still fresh in the air.  People were finally drunk enough to start dancing, I watch as they pair up and start swinging each other around. No one knows this dance in this part of Thedas. I stay at my same seat in the corner, challenging myself to finish a bottle of wine alone.

“Are you going to drink this bottle alone?” A young man with dark skin and a mustache says to me. 

“If I don’t, it won’t be for lack of trying.”

“Mind if I assist?” He takes a seat across from me. His accent means he’s a ‘vint as well, and it’s clear he came from money. Some magister’s son, probably.

“You can imagine my surprise when I heard the winner was from Tevinter as well, there aren’t many of us around here.”

“Indeed.”

“Are you military?”

“My father was. I… was a slave.”

He chokes on the glass he had poured. I had intended to break the news a little gentler.

“Oh.”

“It’s alright. What House do you hail from? You might know my old mistress.”

“...Pavus.”

“I served the lady of House Adonis,” I watched in secret horror as he put the pieces together. “I’m sure I’ve run into you at a party at some point, the two families intermingled often!”

“Yes I’m sure.”

“I do love this dance!” I offer, the music picking up. I look around the room to see the bard playing her heart out, and people hopping around to the tune like the country bumpkins they were. I see a flash of blonde hair on the other side of the crowd. There Sera is, a wallflower in bloom, still moping.

“Would you like to dance with me then, my lady?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.” I take his hand and we make our way toward the crowd. They egg us on, exclaiming in excitement as we begin the Matryoshka. Others sort of catch on to the steps of the routine, and soon the room is booming with dancers. 

Dorian and I laugh with each other in a moment of solidarity I never could’ve predicted. 

I bump shoulders with a tall freckled man and he murmurs an apology. His dancer partner is Sera– who does not look happy to be in his arms, her eyes locked on me. Dorian, knowing his cue, trades partners with Sera. He spins into the arms of the other gentleman. Sera slides a hand on my back, awkwardly guiding me through the energetic dance. 

“Hello, sore loser.”

“Oh, shut it will you. I’m trying to play nice.” I firmly grab her jaw, forcing her gaze on me.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll keep it that way.” She pulls at my hair teasingly. I groan. The alcohol has made me bold and flushed my cheeks red.

I grab her upper arm and lead her off to the side. I back her into the wall, my form pressing against hers.

“You need to learn how to behave when someone outdoes you.”

“And jus’ how should I behave?”

“Graciously. Take it like a lady.” She giggles and swivels me around with her forearm, switching our positions, my back pressing against the cold stone.

“Oh, I’ll shut up and take it. But not like a lady.” She whispers into my neck, the sweet heat from her voice raises the hair on my skin. I feel myself open up, my heartbeat pulsating with lust. She brings her mouth to mine, so close our lips brush against each other. But she does not kiss me, she only takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs.

⇼

The second we are in privacy we’re rushing to get naked. We pull at each other’s tops, I lift her shirt off over her head to find she has no bra on, her breasts surprisingly full on her lanky frame, her beautiful brown nipples hard as daggers. 

Before I can even get my hands on them she’s kneeling down in front of me. I claw at my legs, anxious to get my bottoms off. She laughs at my desperation. She eases my trousers down and peels off my underwear. My face grows even hotter with shame at how soaking wet they already are. My pants are still around my ankles when she looks up at me, smiles, then parts my thighs and gets to work with her tongue. It’s all I can do to brace myself against a bookshelf as she makes gentle, slow circles on my clit. I cry out, the pleasure making my knees buckle. 

“More pressure, Sera, fuck it feels so– fuck!” She purposefully ignores my request, keeping her contact light, prolonging me from coming. This makes me even louder, My moans so guttural I hear her chuckling between my legs. I look up at the ceiling, letting waves of ecstasy wash over me, When she slides two fingers inside of me, stroking my walls with that same slow pace. I expect her to tease me for my wetness but she holds no judgment, she feels proud. She goes harder on my clit, but doesn’t change her speed at all. It’s agonizing. I fall to the floor, my legs giving up on me, and she only uses my position to bury herself in me, my legs spread on either side of her. I stuff a hand in my mouth to stifle the sounds. My body is shuddering, my cunt is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful. I cry and swear the whole way to my slow, torturous climax. She pulls away, her eyes still hungry. My breath is shaky and loud. I’m speechless. She stares at my sweaty, glistening form and all I can do is look back. I laugh. She smiles. From her spot between my legs she slides off my boots, and with her assistance I get fully naked. I guide her down below me so she’s laying flat on the ground.

“Sera, you’re beautiful.” I say in earnest as I guide her pants off her legs. She runs a finger along my cheek.

“You’re a gorgeous creature yourself, lady.” I sit over top of her and part her mouth with three fingers. She stares into my eyes as she takes the fingers down her throat, Moistening them up for herself. I remove the fingers and wrap my hand around her neck. She whimpers as I lean forward and kiss her passionately. 

Our tongues intertwine, lightly brushing up against one another, until she pushes her way to the back of my throat. I push back and we make out, skin to skin on the floor of her room for what feels like forever. 

I trace kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone, making my way to her supple tits, and I suck on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue. She moans violently. Hers are as sensitive as mine. Got it. 

I take my hand off her throat and bring it down to her heat. Her pubes are so blonde you can hardly see them. Cute. I brush over the area, lightly teasing every fold. We don’t talk much while we fuck, but her cries tell me she’s begging for more. I stick one finger, then two, then three, inside of her while my thumb presses against her clit. I squeeze my fingers together while inside her, and she cries out even harder. I bring my face close to hers.

“Come on baby, you can cry into my mouth.” I whisper, then lock lips with her again as I continue to finger her in strong pulses. She does as I told her and shudders, groans, and sighs frantically into our kisses. Her warm smokey breath does crazy things to me. I open my palm and slap against her cunt, she jolts and cries out in surprise and euphoria. 

“Faster, please. Please,” I give in and increase the speed. Her legs shake forcibly as she cums into my hand, her warmth spreading all over my fingers and palm. She watches from below me as I lick it all up in delight. “Damn.” 

I roll over beside her, the cold floor soothing my overheated body. I turn to face her and see that her eyes never left me.

“If you’re the prize I get for second I can’t imagine what the Maker would’ve given me for winnin’.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, letting my hand rest on her soft cheek. 

“You’ve been a most worthy opponent. I like you a lot, kid. For what it’s worth.”

“From you, it’s worth a fortune.” She collapsed onto me, our mouths colliding as she rolled on top. We fucked until we succumbed to sleep. I woke up on the floor to the sunlight pouring in, and a still naked Sera pressed against me. I smile to myself as I think of what else the Inquisition could possibly have in store. This was just the first night here, after all.