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You got it boss! Here is the full completed vertion of "Ian is done with Jean's shit" enjoy

Jean doesn’t even knock before slamming open Ian’s door “The fuck am I here for?” Ian pops his head out of the kitchen “Oh, you actually came! Just shut the door behind you and come in here. I have a surprise for you” Jean was already suspicious, Ian acting this chipper was never normal but after the week of hell Jean had just put him through it was down right creepy. Maybe he actually broke him this time? The thought brings a smile to his face as he closes and locks the front door behind him

Jean waltzes his way to the kitchen to see Ian scooping ladle fulls of something from a pot into a bowl “Please, take a seat” Jean admires the cute pink apron Ian is wearing for him, he meant it as a gag gift but it looks nice on him, it would look even nicer without all the clothes underneath it “Here you are, I hope you like it” Ian places the bowl in front of him and he can finally see what it is, mushroom stew. It’s not a complicated recipe to be sure but it was the first dish Jean ever learned how to make, making it a bit of a comfort food for him

Jean looks up at Ian…no, no there’s no way Ian would poison him. The little bitch couldn’t live without him. He takes a small spoonful of the stew and has to stop the embarrassingly loud moan that almost comes from him as he does. It’s good, really fuckin good, since when could Ian cook? Jean snaps from his own bliss and pats himself down “I…I’m alive?” Ian rolls his eyes “Y-You like it?” Jean makes himself pause, eating another spoonful to try and sell his indecisiveness

“Hm, well I’m not dead so there’s that. Maybe cut it back with the salt next time” He’s lying through his teeth, this might be the best thing Jean’s ever tasted. He can’t tell if Ian changed the recipe or if it was just the fact someone else actually took the time to learn and make his favorite dish, but it’s fucking good. Wait, why is there only half of it left? Damn it, slow down, he’s gonna think you actually like it “Uh, so, how’d you make it? I mean, it tastes nothing like mine so how’d you fuck it up?”

Ian giggles “Oh, I just swapped out a few mushrooms is all. I think they’re called…purple fuckers? That’s what the foraging book said anyway” Jean freezes, purple fuckers? He remembers his first time eating one of those things, knocked him out for a solid fifteen minutes. And he just ate a bowl full of them…oh fu-

The first thing Jean notices as he stirs from passing out is just how cold he is. He tries to move his hand to his body to warm himself up, tries being the word to focus on. As he moves his arms he can feel the light tug of rope on his wrist. He tries his legs and gets the same feeling from his ankles “Oh good, they wore off just in time. Good morning honey~” Jean opens his eyes to see Ian, he’s changed from his frilly pink apron into a black leather harness, the straps accentuating all of his curves. Ian reaches his hand to Jeans face, lightly brushing his hair to one side before slowly trailing down his neck to his bare chest

Jean’s eyes follow Ian’s hand, only now realizing he was stark naked. He starts to writhe, struggling against the ropes “I-Ian?” Jean curses himself for stuttering “Y-Yes?” Ian mocks “This…this isn’t funny. Just let me go, no one has to know about this” Ian giggles “Know about what? You giving me that black eye last week? You forcing your cock down my throat behind your prestigious restaurant? Or maybe, how you’re already hard from the thought of being my little rape slut?” Shit

“Ian you let me go right the fuck now or so help me-” Jean’s threat is cut short by Ian’s hand wrapping around his throat “Oh no, no no no, that’s not how this works honey. This is my night, I am going to fuck you until you can’t even remember your own name, and there’s nothing you can do that will stop me” Jean can’t tell if his lightheadedness is due to the choking or how slow and sharp Ian’s words are. Ian lets go of his throat making Jean cough and gasp for air. He leans down to Jean’s ear to whisper “You remember your safeword?” Jean groans and rolls his eyes “Don’t fuckin ruin this with your consent bullshi-”

Jean’s cut off by the feeling of something cold running across his cheek, where the fuck did he get a knife? “Safeword or I untie you and make you do the walk of shame home still hard” God damn it “Whiskey” Jean is rewarded with Ian’s knife lightly running over his adam’s apple “Good boy~ Let’s see if we can keep up that obedience streak” Once Ian takes the knife away from him neck Jean starts trashing against the ropes “You’re fuckin sick, you know that? Get the hell away from me” Jean lets out a little yelp as Ian grabs his cock, precum oozing from the tip as he squeezes it

“Aw, that’s not what your body’s telling me. So slick from just a few threats, you love this don’t you?” Jean uses every ounce of willpower he has not to buck up into Ian’s hand, he’s not even moving it, just lightly squeezing “Ian, fuck, stop. Just let me go” Ian chuckles at this “Can I get a please?” “Fuck you” “A shame” Jean has to fight back a whimper as Ian’s grip tightens “God you look so cute like this, I just want to take you right now, but I can wait. I want you to break before I fuck you” Jean forces out a laugh “Break me? A little bitch like you couldn’t break a glow sti-ah!”

Jean wants to just forget about time, about the ache and burn in his wrists, but Ian just won’t let him, making him read the time off his bedside clock every ten minutes “Time baby~” Jean whines “F-Fuck, it’s been ah-an hour now” Ian chuckles “And what do we say?” Jean groans, having to reach so far to find his trademark brattiness “Make me cum…now” Ian brings him up to the edge before sighing “Wrong again” Jean doesn’t even have the energy to thrash against the ropes, letting out a low whine as Ian pulls his hand away from his aching cock

“Hmm, maybe I should just leave for an hour or two, maybe then you’ll learn some manners” Jean feels the panic rise into his chest as Ian stands up from the bed “Wait, wait wait wait, you can’t leave, don’t fuckin leave-Ian! I need you” Ian stops, door handle in hand “What was that honey?” Jean hates how his cock twitches at the nickname “I…I need you to make me cum” Ian sighs as he turns the handle “No! Fuck, Ian…I…I need you” He opens to door “Damn it…please” Ian chuckles “Now was that so hard? Again”

Fuck it, the damn has already been opened, time for the flood “Please, please please please let me cum for you. I need it, I need you, I need your cock Ian, please” Ian walks away from the door and sits back on the bed “Such a good boy for me. Do you know what good boys get?” Jean moans as he blows a little air onto the leaking tip of his dick, Ian chuckles again “Good boys get to cum” That’s the only warning Jean gets before Ian swallows his cock, moaning at the taste of him

That’s all he needed, Jean’s vision goes white, completely overcome by his orgasm. Ian makes sure not to spill a single drop of his cum, swallowing some of it but keeping as much as he can in his mouth. He crawls up the bed and gives Jean a quick kiss. As the kiss deepens Ian opens his mouth, letting Jean’s cum rush into his own mouth “Swallow” Jean doesn’t hesitate, gulping down his own cum as ordered “Oh, such a good boy~ What’s your safeword honey?”

It takes Jean a minute to trust his own voice again “Whiskey…More, please…I need more” Ian leans in for another quick kiss before reaching over to his nightstand “See? I knew you had some manners under there” Ian squeezes some lube onto his cock before lining up with Jean’s entrance “Now, while I could warm you up I think we’re both aching for this, and I know you can take it honey~” Jean whimpers “N-No, no no it-it won’t fi-ah!”

Ian thrusts into him without warning, only managing to slip his head inside before filling him up with his cum. He doesn’t slow down, using his cum to make slipping into him easier “Ha, so good~ Such a good little hole for me to use, do you want that? Do you want to be my little fleshlight?” Jean can’t even respond, finally letting himself enjoy being Ian’s toy and letting go “F-Fuck, safeword baby” Damn it “Wh-Whiskey, I swear to god if you stop” Ian breathes out a laugh as he ruts into him “S-Sorry, shit, it’s so much hotter knowing you want this”

They both lose track of how long they go for, the only indication of time passing being the building pool of cum on and in Jean’s stomach and ass and the long forgotten clock on Ian’s bedside table. After spilling one final load inside of him Ian collapses, just lying there with Jean for a moment before uniting him “Fuck…are you ok? You can feel your fingers right?” Jean wiggles his fingers and toes “Mhm” Ian giggles “Wow, no sassy comment? I must of fucked you good~” Jean only has enough energy to roll his eyes

After lying there for a long while Ian helps Jean up so they can take a shower together. Ian has to help Jean keep up right as they wash up, his attitude coming back little by little as he remembers how to use his abused vocal cords. Jean whimpers as he presses back against him “How the fuck are you hard again?” Ian giggles “Sorry, you’re just so cute like this~ You don’t have to do anything, I’ll just deal with it on my own” Jean grumbles “The fuck you will”

Once they get back to the bed Jean grabs a pillow and puts it on the floor, sinking to his knees and kissing Ian’s cock “Ah, w-wait, you don’t have to-” “You want more so you’re getting more. Now shut the fuck up and let me taste you” It doesn’t take long before Ian’s shooting his cum into Jean’s throat over and over again. Once Jean thinks he’s had enough he lets his softening cock out of his mouth with a lewd pop “Fu…Fuck…Where the fuck did that come from?” Jean chuckles “Don’t get it twisted, you’re still my bitch, understand?” They both crawl back into bed and cuddle up with each other “Wouldn’t have it any other way~”

😳👀🥵 That Was So Fucking Good!!!!!! I love the like... sharp turns between rough and sweet, and the fact that they both So Clearly enjoy each other despite Everything!!!! 10/10 I will be reading this again regularly!!!

#panie-wanie-dean-bean #sunshine #cult town au #oughhhh this was so good!!!!#Ian deserves to be dommy and Jean deserves to be subby sometimes!!!

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The Lamb

Lavellan × Blackwall

PG-13 - mutual longing, crossed signals, tenderness, battle, explicit violence, drug use (sort of), self-sacrifice

The rift set to be closed once and for all, Vella hopes to spend one last night in his arms. The world set to crash down around them, she must finally sleep...

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"I have to ask... what was I like in that dark future you saw?"

I watched you die.

Vella focused her breath even. Going forward like that... it was her personal hell. Her foresight made manifest around her. The whole world burning. Watching him fall. The crack of his head against the stone floor, the light gone from his eyes.

I saw everything. I couldn't stop it. It was everywhere.

When they returned, she kept her poise just long enough. Doubled over into the snow of Haven's forest, rocking on hands and knees, wailing into her palm.

"You fought till your last breath. You gave everything. Your men would have been proud."

Blackwall paused, seeming to consider her praise.

"Then I was worth something in the end. Thank you."

"You're worth something now, Blackwall." She nudged his calf with her foot. The shingles under her thighs shifting slightly.

"Am I?" He hushed, looking out over the low sun settling on Haven. The bells of the chantry hung witness behind them.

"I think so." She smiled. Looping her pinky over his. "My perspective must count for something."

"You're... it means everything." He turned to her. Eyes heavy with adoration. But trepidation still hung noose from his words.

She knocked her shoulder into his playfully.

"I'm something, that's for sure. Bad news, usually."

She smiled sadly, retreating her pinky from his. She ached for him, but he had set up his boundary, and she would honor it. If nothing else, she could give him that.

"You were smart to get out when you did. I have nothing to offer you, old man. My future is... well, it's not something you write in romance novels."

"But I'm happy to be here now." She sighed, looking out over their small world. Letting her feet swim slowly. "This is good."

Something was coming.

She could avoid filling her connection to her god. Keep herself awake until dawn. Walk endless circles. But she could still feel it.

Something was coming.

"You should get some rest. I'll come down soon, okay?" She stood, then paused. Leaning down, she kissed his brow. Silently transmitting her thoughts to him.

All I want is you. Maybe in the next life.

"Don't wait up." She whispered, his wide eyes a siren song.

Taking the ledge of the roof in her fingers, she dropped down before he could stop her. She didn't know if she could let go if he stopped her. But she couldn't imagine him being so cruel.

They were from too different of worlds. He could see that. Even without knowing the madness set to hang her from the family tree, she was Dalish. What future could he want with her?

She shook her head. Better to leave him to someone more suited. Maybe Josephine, she seemed to glance at him with the same furtive blush. Yes, Josephine would be lovely.

Like all things, she had to let him go. The ache she carried would not bury her.

Something was coming, and she had to prepare.

Blackwall sat with his head in his hands. Pressing the heels of his palms into the ridge of his eyes.

The ache for her was eating him alive.

That she, somehow, thought she wasn't enough for him made him nauseous with guilt. How could she be anything less than his whole world?

Maker, she's an angel. Anyone could see. How could she not see?

He willed the threatening tears to retreat.

How had he been fool enough to let her go?

The door to the stables hushed open.

They had been sleeping side by side, comforted in each other's presence. Though she usually didn't sneak in until the moon was high above. It endeared him how she would tiptoe around him, no idea how light of a sleeper battle worn years had made him.

He startled, quickly composing with a grunt.

"Vella? I didn't expect you this early."

She rushed inside, falling into his arms with a shaken breath.

He froze, only for a moment, then wrapped deep into her. Falling back into the blanket, pressing his face into the curve of her shoulder.

Maker, she was so warm.

"Thank you..." She breathed, then went slack in his arms. Breathing soft and slow.

She was asleep.

He blinked.

He had always taken the pacing as insomnia. Happy to accompany her in the sweet quiet as she walked. Silence with her felt full, like the quiet he enjoyed on his own.

But now he saw it was something more.

He pulled her over him, taking up her perfect weight. Her leg naturally curled up his hip, head turned on his chest. Slow breath a tide on his throat as she turned up into him. Eyes fluttering with movement under her lids.

He pressed his lips to the crown of her head. Hand gently caressing up and down her back. A peace he had rarely tasted settled heavy over him. Melting so sweet on his tongue.

"I've waited so long for you." He hushed. "Thank you."

She was deep in rest. Only small movements of her head gave any sense of dreaming.

"Where are you, my light?" He whispered, smiling at her.

Her movements quieted. Seeking his hand on his chest, twining it into hers.

"Oh..." He sighed. Heart full and so terribly heavy at once. Focusing to this moment. He could carry this forever. But he was drifting.

Please, just a moment more.

But her tide was too strong. Pulling him out to sea.

"Do you remember this, Ghilana?" She smiled at her stag, pressing her clay painted palm to his flank. Adding a dark raven in soot. "Mm, I can't call my clan. Well..."

She painted an eye on his other flank, under Blackwall's shield. "I have that."

Her body went rigid, hissing a breath through clenched teeth.

The sight hadn't been so strong since she was a child. Her mind was five steps ahead already, events playing out behind her eyes that hadn't yet arrived. Too fast to parse, overwhelming her senses.

Ghilana nipped at her thigh.

She went slack again, breath ragged.

"Sorry for this." She sighed, tying bundles of elfroot to his antlers. "I hope the smoke doesn't get in your eyes. But I can't go mad on the battlefield."

She kneeled next to the small fire, breathing in deep from the elfroot there. The tempest quieting just enough.

You're out of time, girl.

She gathered the red clay, pulling under her eyes. Feeling all she needed to feel. Soot over her eyes. It was all here. Clay slicked over her arms. It always was with her.

This was her people. This was all of time. She had been here before.

Hurry. Her father's voice whispered in her ear. They're here.

She took a deep exhale, then pulled her eyes to the mountains.

Taking her mount in one leap, she took off like a shot. Hooves thunder under her. Lighting the elfroot in cupped hands. Coming down from the forest in a burning curtain.

Ghilana leapt over the wall of Haven. She zeroed in on the gate.

There.

The blonde boy entered, Cassandra pulling him inside. Her party gathered, staring up at the approaching army with panicked eyes.

Cole. Templars. Old God.

She leaned down on Ghilana's side, scooping him under his arms. Spinning him behind her. The gallop of her mount an easily pull of momentum. His leg hitched up over and held on tight.

"Get everyone to the chantry! Soldiers, defend the trebuchet line at all costs!"

She took off again, Cole wrapped around her waist.

"How many?" She shouted back to him.

"Too many! You can't defend this place!"

"And their leader?"

"An Elder One! You took his mages!"

"So I did." She sighed, rounding up to the chantry. "Go. We'll hold them off."

Cole dropped off of Ghilana.

Secrets. Help. Rogue.

He stared up at her.

"Your eyes..." He breathed.

She didn't have a looking glass, but she knew the silver glow radiated regardless.

"Don't tell the others. Go, Cole."

He nodded, hurrying inside with the crowd.

She pulled her bow from her back, staring down at the soldiers fighting their way to the trebuchet.

Leaning her head back, she took a deep pull of the smoke.

Show me.

It all appeared to her as she rode. Ghilana's antlers low, ripping men to the ground. She fired down, again and again. Her aim true. It had already happened. She was always here.

Count, girl. You will lose yourself. Take count.

"Three." She hissed under her breath, a man crumpled as an arrow entered his ear.

"Four." An arrow cut across a throat.

She searched the battlefield. Her body all instinct behind her. Where was he?

"Five."

At the Singing Maiden, Blackwall charged forward, slamming his shield into a throng of men. Cutting through them with great swings of his sword.

She smiled. Closing the distance, she fired an arrow straight into the eye of a man trying to rush him. Dropping him in a heap.

Blackwall looked up, his eyes wide.

"Focus, soldier!" She barked, a wide smile on her face.

He smiled back, charging forward again. A war cry ripping from him.

She leapt Ghilana over burning rubble, the trebuchet pulling closer. The hiss of her count all she could hear.

"Thirteen. Fourteen."

Cullen was braced against his shield, sword flung from his hand. Defending the trebuchet with all his might.

Ghilana trampled through the hoarde, antlers cutting them down in great swings. Vella grabbed the last of the burning elfroot, leaping off of his back. The way clear for now.

"Take Ghilana! Go!" She shouted to Cullen.

He snatched his sword and climbed on, Ghilana kneeling for him. Looking at her like the mad thing she was.

"Reinforcements are coming!" He shouted.

"I know! Get the others to the chantry!" She gathered the elfroot into her teeth. The smoke curling into her nose as she fired along the ridge below.

Cullen took off, and she rushed to the wheel.

Steady, focus.

She turned it, seeing the time she had between waves. Feeling how little elfroot she had left on the burn of her lips.

There would be enough time. There would.

A flash of dark.

Blackwall's shield filled behind her, and her panic was gone. She turned back to the wheel.

Almost. Almost.

There.

The trebuchet lifted, swinging out to the mountain. The impact shook the earth as a distant boom filled the air, and the snow began its killing wave. Careening down the side of the mountain, torch light devoured in its hunger.

The cheers of her people filled her ears. The elfroot was spat out as its flame met the wet of her teeth. She closed her eyes. Blackwall gathered her in his arms, burying his face in her hair. She leaned into him, then seized.

Her head was ripped upwards, breath leaving her. Eyes wide on where it was about to be. Gripping his forearm.

"Dragon! Dragon!" She shouted, but it was too late.

A wall of flame took the trebuchet, knocking them back.

He pulled her to her feet, eyes wide. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, another wave of sight forcing her body rigid.

"Chantry! Tunnel!" She shuddered through clenched teeth. Eyes rolled up under fluttered lids.

"The townspeople!" Blackwall urged, lifting her onto his shoulders, taking off in a run.

"Cullen! Cullen has them!"

Her body one tight muscle on his back, she fought the madness eating her. Too much. Too much.

"What's happening?" Cullen shouted, urging people running into the doors.

"I don't know! She's hurt!"

He lowered her against a wall. Her eyes still lost in a flutter. The fever began. There was something in her, and her body wanted it out. She pulled at her armor in delirious yanks.

Blackwall grabbed her arms, his eyes bright with panic.

Solas appeared next to her. Falling to a kneel.

"Breathe." He held a bundle of smoke to her.

She pulled deep into the elfroot, gasping out. Her mind untangling. The blood trickling from her nose an aftershock.

"Breathe, breathe." He soothed, rubbing her back. "You did well, somniari."

Dreamer.

She wanted to laugh.

Her sense returned, lowering her eyes from their call upwards. Breathing in deep steady pulls.

The gathered party licked their wounds around her. Many bodies slumped like hers.

"There's a tunnel behind the wall." She pointed. "It leads out. Take everyone through."

The Chancellor's eyes roved over weakly from his seat against a beam. Smiling in a knowing way.

"He says he's sorry." Cole lowered his eyelids as he went still.

"I know." She sighed, Blackwall lifting her to her feet.

"You must take them. You will get through." She commanded to Cullen. "Take supplies."

"What is that out there?" He urged.

"Ugh!" She seized over, another wave.

Herald. Burn. Bury.

"Cole said it wants only me. It will take this place."

"So our only choice is how spitefully we end this..." He laughed coldly.

She nodded, raising her eyes again. Cupping a wound on her side she didn't even feel. Grateful for the cover.

They can't know.

"Alright, then! With me!" Cullen called.

Blackwall turned to her. His angel of death. Bleeding and shaken. A terrifying force to be reckoned, riding into battle on a burning stag. Descending from heaven in the fury of all of her people. Painted in red and black.

Every part of their battle had been her. Cutting through and urging at just the right moments. Ballads would be written and books would be bound.

"Vella, I..." He drew forward.

Her eyes fluttered up into lids again, and he moved forward to catch her. Eyeing the blood pooled between the fingers cupping her side.

But her head fell back as her eyes fully closed, a small sigh pushed through her lips. Smiling as her eyes lowered back to his.

She cupped his cheek in her hand, that relaxed smile sending a crawl of dread up his back.

She stared deep into him. Speaking a soft sentence in Elvish.

"Lathbora viran... ma ghilana mir din'an."

Then she was gone.

He felt her hand pull away and grabbed blindly for it.

"No!" He gasped, grasping at air. She was invisible. She was gone.

Cullen gripped his shoulder.

"We must go!"

"No!" He shouted, panic cutting his throat raw. "No, she's-"

"Blackwall!"

Her stag came to him, already laden with supplies.

"No! Please I-"

But he was pulled along, Cassandra urging forward on his back.

"She gave us a chance, honor that." She urged. "We need you. We need your help."

An all-consuming grief he couldn't hold yet sat swollen behind his chest. She was right. He steeled his will with everything he had and mounted Ghilana. Taking up the front in a tap on his side. Frozen forward in a numb haze.

Vella woke in a slump. Rising her eyes as her hand burned. Rolling on her side into a kneel.

The caves stretched out far before her. She focused, but her sight had drained. She was on her own.

Shuffling to feet, she moved through the cold tunnel. Her side ached, but had stopped bleeding. She downed the last health potion she had and felt some vigor return to her.

Two wraiths descended on her in a cistern. She held up her hand reflexively, and a great blast emitted from the mark. Obliterating them entirely.

"That's new." She sighed weakly.

The biting wind came through a tunnel ahead and she followed obediently. The world opened to her vast and white. A swirling static of nothing.

So she had been right.

"I died." She sighed, closing her eyes. "It's over."

Not quite.

The kind voice, from so long ago, filled her head.

She looked out over her purgatory.

"Of course." She laughed.

You know what comes next.

She did.

She began to walk.

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#ohhh they hurt me so good #oughhhh #blackwall x inquisitor #lavellan x blackwall #dragon age fic #lyrics from: everyone else - london grammar

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