Is this what passes for a threesome in the Circle..?
Big thanks to @massgrav.bsky.social for this commission! you can read the fic that inspired it here archiveofourown.org/works/67544796 (dead dove content, mind the warnings)!!
#dragonAge #dao #cullenRutherford #jowan #uldred #brokenCircle
Lets get back to the basics-- mages getting intimate
ilu @massgrav.bsky.social for this commission!!! Always happy for more Jowan Uldred madness ♥
#dragonage #dao #jowan #uldred
preview of fic with a red circle around the hits, which read "69"
haha nice.... got the funny weed number in hits
archiveofourown.org/works/64411672
#dragonage #jowan #anders #karlthekla #mywriting #fanfiction
preview of fic
“Jowan!” Anders interrupted, holding off his giggles. Jowan’s spine shot up straight and he bent forward, looking into the room. Anders was in the bed, slipping out of it, all long limbs and blushes, the giggling making him warm and pink. Jowan got a good look at his skinny butt, which was an unnatural shade of red, as he spilled onto the floor and started giggling again, wrapping himself into a blanket. Karl rolled his eyes and smiled. So the rumors weren’t wrong, it seemed. They were, at least, sleeping together. Anders threw himself at the doorway, pressing against Karl. Karl’s arm around him was as loving as it was necessary, keeping Anders upright. “Jowan, hi hi hi! What brings you here?” Jowan all but swallowed his adam’s apple, a cold tingle of panic jolting through his chest. “Oh! Uh, hello, Anders.” “Yeah, we know, hello and all that, now, Karl and I were busy, so just get out with it, would you?” Jowan looked at his feet and he tried not to crumple in on himself. Karl squeezed Anders tighter to his side and kissed his temple. “Be nice, Anders, he’s nervous, can’t you tell?” Karl pressed. “Yeah, but I was having fun!” Anders rolled his eyes. “Oh! Is that what this is about? Do you want to have fun?”
Slowly, a lot of that fear returned to him, Jowan climbed onto the bed and sat where Anders had patted, his back up against the headboard. He tried to ignore the silk tie behind him. This was going to hurt. Or he was going to hurt Anders. He wasn’t sure about this. “Hey, hey, be a good boy for me and relax, huh?” Anders asked, no longer showing himself off but leaning forward. He kissed Jowan and everything felt better again, tongue in his mouth and moan in his throat. Anders was handsy, fingers slipping over Jowan’s chest and down to his thighs, guiding him in spreading his legs. Jowan’s heart thudded in his chest, so loud it didn’t allow for breath. He had the worry that, with his legs spread, something was going to be shoved inside of him, wetted with only Karl’s spit, and he would tear and it would hurt. “Relax,” Anders reminded, kissing Jowan’s cheek and moving down to his neck, where he sucked a hickey where his long brown hair would hide. “You have all the power here. You tell us to stop and we will.” He never had the power. No one eve listened to him when he had something to say. He nodded and Anders slid back, graceful as a cat, arching his back again. He pressed his tongue to the bottom of Jowan’s cock and licked his way up, from base to tip and Jowan clutched the sheets, trying to keep his hips down. Was this what it felt like, when a Templar humped his face? It was so good! Anders licked ad licked, his hands always on Jowan’s thighs, massaging him, looking up at Jowan through his long gold eyelashes. He got Jowan’s dick wet from all angles before putting the head in his mouth, sucking on it lightly, pushing the foreskin down with his tongue. Jowan couldn’t help the little noises that he made. “He’s good at this, isn’t he?” Karl asked, picking up the paddle and running his hand over it. He put one knee on the bed, right behind Anders. Jowan nodded, “Ah y-yes, Ser.”
CW: underage, off screen noncon
New fic for #AndersApril25! I went with the prompt: The Circle is a Spiral to explore the cycles of abuse among mages. Wooo
archiveofourown.org/works/64411672
#dragonage #kanders #karlthekla #anders #jowan #jokanders #fanfiction #mywriting #writesky
It's a double post kinda day and I've been sitting on this one for long enough so!!
thank you to tumblr user massgrav for commissioning this piece!! I love whatever the hell these two have going on
#dragonage #dao #uldred #jowan
preview of fic
It was one of those solo rooms, one of the rooms that only a mage who had passed their Harrowing and sucked up to Greagoir and the others, really proved themself, got to dream of. It was not the sort of room Jowan had any expectation to have for himself. Even if he ever got out of the tower, he would still be dragged back to the dorms, Harrowing or not. And oh, how he wanted, Maker, even if he were in a room with a single roommate he would have jumped at the opportunity. But this did not fill him with joy, because he knew that this room did not house a mage but one of their abusers. ‘Not all Templars are bad,’ he had to remind himself, ‘I’ve just been spending too much time in the infirmary. We can’t all be escape artists’. But oh, how he longed to feel the sun on his face and grass beneath his feet. Carefully, he knocked on the door. It opened, seemingly on its own and he was able to see inside. There was The Templar seal, standing proud on the wall, woven into a tapestry that cost more than his allowance for the year. It was behind the bed, which was massive, easily the size of three of their bunks all pressed together, and the sheets were nice, smooth, without holes, not completely threadbare, and he didn’t see any stains on them. Thrown over the bed was a fur, though he didn’t know what animal it came from, it looked soft and warm. The owned wouldn’t need to sneak into their neighbors bed to stay warm in the winter, pay for it with companionship of one kind or another. Not that that was bad, when you were giving it to a mage, most of them just wanted to cuddle and have some distraction from the sounds that seemed to drift in through their rooms every night, of Templars finding someone to occupy their time.
He was bleeding, he was sure that he was. At some point the friction had become easier and Blue Eyes’ moans had become even more pleasured. Jowan’s ass was still on fire, too sensitive, but now there was something wet and hot that soothed. If only he could reach his magic, he could use it to stab through each eye of every monster in the room. But he didn’t know how and he would still be bound, found like this, and hurt worse, only to die at the end or have every emotion purged from him. Even Tranquil they would come for him. A few grunts, too fast of thrusts and Blue Eyes was cumming, spilling hot white heat into Jowan’s insides. He stayed for a moment and Jowan could feel his cock twitch before, finally, he pulled free. Jowan’s hair was released and he collapsed. He didn’t care about the state of the bed, he did nothing to keep the semen and blood from dripping out of him. Then he heard shuffling, heard fabric falling, heard leather. “Not sure if a good lay in the sack is enough to get the mageling’s blood pumping,” said Vel. He cracked the leather, it was thick, it was his belt. He knew that some of The Templars used whips on the unruly mages that, for some reason, were too special to be made Tranquil.
CW: noncon
Wrote some Jowan gangrape this morning for the Dragon Age Weekly Prompts, this one being Circle/Only One Bed/Bondage
archiveofourown.org/works/63285205
#dragonage #dao #jowan #mywriting #fanfiction
I love this manipulative greasy pathetic blood mage guys...
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#Dragonage #DAO #dragonageorigins #Jowan
