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Cullen jumped from his chair the moment
he heard the scream that resonated from the backyard. A second later,
his youngest daughter came scampering through the back door, nearly
tripping over her own feet in her haste. Before she could tear past
him, Cullen reached down and caught her around the waist, halting in
her tracks. He could feel her small frame trembling making his heart
ache and filling him with concern.
“Little love, what’s wrong? What
happened?”
She tried to squirm from his grasp but
Cullen wouldn’t relent. Lowering himself to a knee, he pulled his
youngest daughter into a tight embrace. She resisted for a moment before
finally throwing two small arms around his neck and sobbing into his
shoulder. He held her close, rubbing her back and smoothing her hair
while quietly shushing her frightened sobs.
It seemed like an eternity before she
began to relax. It felt even longer before she lifted her head of
golden curls to gaze at him in wide-eyed terror. “Daddy, I– I
made snow with–with my hands…” She hiccuped, pulling her arms
from around his neck to gape at her dainty hands. “I'm–I’m a
mage!”
Smiling warmly, Cullen pulled his
scared little girl into another hug and pressed a tender kiss to her
temple.
Evie Trevelyan x Cullen Rutherford (NSFW - 840 words)
“Please, Cullen. Oh, please.” Evie
cried out desperately as she laid across Cullen’s desk. Her legs were
thrown over his shoulders while the Commander sat in his chair, his
face buried between her thighs. He had been keeping her on the edge
for over an hour now; his tongue sliding over her sopping folds, his
lips wrapped around her throbbing clit, his fingers sinking into her
dripping cunt. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
The first time it had been a thrill,
being so close, nirvana within reach only to have him pull away
completely; she had loved it. Then he built her back up slowly again;
teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, his fingertips circling
her entrance, and when the end was in reach he stopped again. And
again. And again. Evie was nothing but a quivering, babbling mess
now; her entire body was vibrating, her skin was sparking with
electricity. He had her close to the end again and if he didn’t let
her fall over the edge this time she was sure wouldn’t survive it.
“This time, this time, please. This
time…” A smirk tugged at Cullen’s lips hearing Evie’s incoherent
ramblings. This was exactly what he had in mind when he invited her
to his office for the afternoon; Evie splayed across his desk,
wearing nothing from the waist down, reduced to a shaking, babbling
mess while he sucked, and licked, and tasted her sweet quim.
“This time?” Cullen asked, his
smile growing when a high-pitched whine sounded from deep in Evie’s
throat; clearly not happy about the loss of his lips around her
swollen clit. “You want to come this time, Evie?” He pressed his
thumb into her clit, teasing the tip while two fingers slid in and
out of her entrance.
“Yes, yes. This time. Please.” Evie
rocked her hips into his hand, trying desperately to bring about her
orgasm before he denied it once more.
“And what do I get if I let you
come?”
“Anything. Oh Cullen, anything.
Please.” Her hands gripped the edge of the desk behind her, pushing
her whole body along the wood surface. She was there, if he would
just press his thumb a little harder, rub her just a little faster
she would tumble over.
“I’ll hold you to that promise.”
Cullen warned as he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around her
clit once more. He sucked the swollen nub hard and crooked his
fingers inside her quivering entrance. A satisfied grin pulled at
Cullen’s lips as Evie’s back arched up off the desk and her thighs
clamped down around his head. He growled into her core, sending a
jolt of electric pleasure up her spine as one of her hands flew to
her mouth to stifle her screams; he wanted to pull her hand from it’s
place and hear her, listen to her cry his name as she fell apart on
his tongue.
After a moment she collapsed back onto
the desk, sated and spent but he didn’t stop; he kept his lips firmly
in place, suckling her clit while she thrashed under him. Another
growl rumbled in his chest when her hands came down and tried to push
his head away, begging him to stop, whimpering that she couldn’t take
anymore, that she had had enough. He would decide when she had had
enough, not her.
Another orgasm washed over Evie,
followed by another, and another. Every muscle in her body ached as
Cullen devoured her; his lips and tongue torturing her in the
sweetest way possible. It wasn’t until her voice was raw, her body
was on fire, and her skin was soaked in sweat that he finally
relented.
She didn’t know how long she lay in a
boneless heap on Cullen’s desk, completely sated and devoid of
thought or feeling before Cullen lifted her from the surface. She
didn’t even have the energy to ask where he was taking her; for all
she knew he was going to carry her through Skyhold half-naked and in
that moment she couldn’t care less.
Cullen gingerly laid Evie out on the
nest of blankets he had laid out for them on his office floor. He
quickly kicked off his boots before kneeling beside her and began
buttoning her tunic, chuckling when she tried to bat his hands away
telling him she couldn’t take anymore.
“Go
to sleep, Evie.” He whispered gently while pulling her tunic over
her head.
Evie nodded,
murmuring an “I love you” before settling into the pile of
blankets and drifting off into a deep sleep. Once she was settled,
Cullen slid down beside her and pulled her into his arms. He pressed
a soft kiss to the top of her head and whispered an “I love you”
into her hair before settling in to wait for her to wake. After all, she had
promised she would do anything for him and he was going to hold her
to that promise.
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Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan (NSFW - 956 words)
It was his elbows of all places. The
delicate skin on the inside of Cullen’s elbows to be exact. Evie had
discovered it out by complete accident.
They were laying on their sides in his
bed, only half awake and basking in some quiet time together. Cullen
had one of his strong arms wrapped snugly around the curve of her
waist while the other was stretched out in front of him. Evie was
facing away from him, tucked to his chest with her head resting
comfortably on his bicep. She turned her face into his arm to give
his skin a quick kiss before she had to run off to start her day.
When she pressed her lips to the soft skin at the junction of his
elbow, she flicked out her tongue playfully. She was expecting him to
laugh and playfully admonish her for being a tease like he always
did. However what she received in return was a shuddering gasp and a
involuntary hip jerk from her commander. Cullen’s face flushed in an
instant, embarrassed, while Evie gaped at him dumbstruck. That was
the last thing she had expected to happen. It was delightful surprise
nonetheless.
Evie had spent the rest of the day
thinking about it. She found herself wondering how much of an effect
her innocuous kiss to such a benign area had on him. She began
imagining that had Cullen’s cock had hardened the instant her simple
kiss touched his elbow. Her mind reeled with images of him sliding
his hand into his breeches after she had left. His arm thrown over
his face while he stroked himself, the feeling of her lips and
tongue lingering on his skin. She had to find out how responsive he
was to attention being given to his elbows.
His elbows of all places.
They spent the night in her quarters,
filling the the excited mage’s mind with thoughts of her commander’s
cries being heard from her gilded tower. As they slipped into
together bed, she rolled over to put them in the position they held
that morning. Evie didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know
Cullen was confused; they always slept facing one another, enveloping
each other in a loving embrace. But she had other plans tonight.
As Cullen wedged his arm under her
neck, a mischievous grin broke out on Evie’s lips. She was never more
relieved to be facing away from Cullen’s scrutinizing gaze than in
that moment. As soon as his arm was settled under her neck and his
other hand was resting on her hip, Evie turned her attention to his
elbow. Her smile grew even wider as she slowly closed the distance
between her lips and his elbow. Cullen knew her almost all her weaknesses, it
was thrilling to find one of his.
She repeated the kiss she had given him
that afternoon; a soft press of her lips and flick of her tongue, but
this time she kept her lips in place. Cullen’s gasp was just the
same, strangled and surprised. He was trying to hide it, suppress his
reaction. She wasn’t going to let him deny it.
Evie snaked her tongue past her lips
once more, lavishing Cullen’s skin with kitten licks. When the hand
resting on her hip tightened, she paused for a moment to glance over
her shoulder. Cullen’s face was already a blotchy red, fervent whines
slipped from his parted lips, and his eyes were screwed shut. If she
had known this about him months ago, she would paid far more
attention to his elbows.
Wriggling her hips back on the bed
until her bottom was flush to his hips, Evie exhaled sharply in
surprise. Cullen was completely rigid in his breeches already. As
soon as her luscious bottom was pressed to his hardened length, he
began rolling his hips against her. This was definitely something
worth noting for later use.
As Evie lavished Cullen’s tender elbow
with attention, he rutted desperately against her backside. She
revelled in the sounds of his lewd grunts and groans while he slide
his cock along her bottom. He kept an almost bruising grip on her hip
to drag her back over his cock, racing himself rapidly toward his
climax.
Every roll of his hips was countered
with a flick of her tongue. Every grunt through his clenched teeth
was met with a kiss of her lips. And every groan from his parted lips
was answered with a nibble of her teeth. Evie wanted Cullen bursting
in his breeches with nothing but her mouth on his elbow and his cock
against her ass.
With a lewd cry of her name, Cullen
reached his end. He dragged Evie’s willing body along the sheets
while rubbing his spurting cock against her supple ass. His hips
didn’t stop their erratic jerking until his breeches were soaked through with
his seed, leaving a wet spot on the back of Evie’s night gown.
As his hips slowed, Cullen buried his
face into Evie’s neck to lay rough, needy kisses along her skin. He
continued groaning while his muscles twitched, bringing a smug grin
to Evie’s lips. However, her prideful demeanour didn’t last long. As
Cullen’s moans subsided and his muscles settled, he slid his hand
from its place on Evie’s hip. He cupped her sex gently through her
night gown, bringing a surprised whimper to the red-headed mage’s
lips.
“I think it’s your turn.” Cullen
murmured huskily while teasing Evie’s dewy petals with his middle
finger. Curling the arm under her neck up, he cupped her breast and
began tracing her taut nipple through the lavender silk covering her
body. “Let’s see if I can find another of your weaknesses.”
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Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan Fluff - 715 Words
The blow seemed to have came from out of nowhere, leaving Cullen staggered and reeling. His longsword fell from his fingers, dropping into the dirt with a dull thud and burst of dust. His shield followed suit, slipping from his arm to clattered beside its partner. He stumbled backwards, bringing his right hand up his face. As his back connected with a wooden post, he pulled his hand back to find blood staining his fingertips.
“Cullen!” Confused amber eyes flicked to the source of the outburst. Evie ran across the practice ring, dismay marring her delicate features. “Maker, Cullen! You’re bleeding!”
“I noticed.” He chuckled, wiping the blood from under his nose with the back of his hand.
“I’m so sorry.” Evie gasped as she took his chin between her thumb and forefinger. “You said I was holding back. And I- I told you I would get one of us killed. I should have never picked up that Maker forsaken sword. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” She turned his head this way and that as she spoke, examining his minor injury with widened eyes.
After wiping the blood on his tunic, Cullen took Evie’s hand in his, gently pulling his chin free from her grip. “I’m fine.” He assured her with a smile. “It was a good hit.”
“A good hit!?” Evie stammered incredulously. “I could have killed you!”
“I’m not as fragile as you might think.” Cullen teased.
“Just let me take care of you.” Evie pleaded, reaching toward his nose with her free hand. “Please.”
Dodging her fingertips, Cullen shook his head with an amicable laugh. “There’s nothing to take care, love. See?” He touched the pads of his fingers under his nose and turned the digits to Evie. “No blood. I’m fine.”
Evie’s worried eyes darted between his fingers and his nose several times before finally lifting to meet his gaze. “If you’re sure…” She finally conceded suspiciously.
“I swear to the Maker.” Cullen offered Evie an earnest smile and gave her hand a light squeeze. “Now then,” While still holding her hand, he reached down and retrieved his practice sword from its resting place. “Let’s get back to work.”
“Oh, no.” Evie freed her hand from Cullen’s grip and took a step back from him. Raising her hands defensively, she shook her head. “I’m not doing that again. I’ll find another way to train. Or better yet, I’ll just tell Commander Helaine I’m not cut out to be a Knight-Enchanter. Just, no more swords.”
Sighing, Cullen leaned his sword against the fence and took the single step required to get to Evie. He smiled warmly down at her as he placed his hands on her shoulders, He placed a tender kiss on her lips followed by one to her forehead then a final peck to the tip of her freckled nose, pulling a jubilant giggle from her.
“I don’t think you mean that.” Cullen correctly pointed out. All Evie had spoken of since Commander Helaine had arrived at Skyhold was the prospect of becoming a Knight-Enchanter, of using her magic to defend as well as heal. Despite her earlier protests she had been the one to ask Cullen for help improving her skills with a sword. She was just uncertain and lacking in confidence. And now that she had proven her mettle, she was scared. Cullen wasn’t about to let her give in to that fear. Not when he was so sure she would regret it later.
“I just…” Evie began with a lame shrug. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“I know, love.” Cullen pulled Evie into a warm hug, cradling the back of her head in his hand as she buried her face into the thick fabric covering his chest. They stood embracing in the middle of the courtyard for some time until a grin broke over Cullen’s face. “What if I wear a helmet?”
Evie’s slight frame shook with laughter. She leaned back from Cullen’s chest, gazing up at him with a playful sparkle in her eyes. She traced her gaze over Cullen a few times before laying her head against Cullen’s broad chest once more. She tightened her grip around his waist, pressing herself as close to him as possible.
“Full armour too.”
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Cullen Rutherford x Evie Trevelyan Post-Trespasser Angst - 1009 Words
“I’m not sure if I ever told you this, but I never meant to fall in love with you.” Cullen remarked in a casual tone from the bedroom doorway. He had been lingering there for nearly an hour, watching the gentle rise and fall of Evie’s chest while trying to find something to talk about. After several topics came and went without a word being uttered, he finally settled on a story. Evie loved stories. And she told him once that his were amongst her favourites.
Leaning his broad shoulder against the doorframe, Cullen heaved a pensive sigh. “At first it was because you were… well, you were our prisoner.” He explained, a light smile touching the corners of his lips. “I couldn’t very well confess that I fancied the unconscious women chained up below the Chantry. I don’t know who would have throttled me faster, Cassandra or Leliana.”
With no reaction coming from the bed whatsoever, Cullen flattened his back against the open door and tucked his hands between the carved wood and the small of his back. “Then you were the Herald of Andraste.” He told the ceiling. “Chosen by the Maker to save us all. I wasn’t worthy of you.” Cullen glanced over when he caught movement in the corner of his eye but the spark of hope he felt was extinguished when he saw Evie was still lying with her back to him.
“And the more I got to know you, the more I knew I was right. I wasn’t the right man for you. Honestly, after Haven I had begun to believe no one would ever be good enough for you.” He sighed again, turning his eyes back to the ceiling. “You were perfect - are perfect.” He amended emphatically. “So kind and gentle. And strong. Even though you never thought you were. You have a strength of character like none I have met before and none I have since. You are and always will be a woman beyond compare, Evie.”
Cullen’s smile grew as he thought back to those days. To the woman Evie had been then: so timid, so unsure. But eager to help in any way she could. She had been so sure she would fail, though, having to be coaxed into even trying to be the leader she would later become. It had been her beauty that had drawn his eye but her spirit that stole his heart.
Pushing off from the door, he moved the side of the bed and took a seat. “I never meant to fall in love with you. I never thought it was possible that could ever see me as more than a commander, maybe even a friend.” He lifted his hand from his lap, about to place it on her shoulder but stopped himself with a sigh. “But I couldn’t stop myself from loving you. And when you returned my affections… Maker’s breath, it was as though my life had finally begun. Everything had been leading up to the moment you blessed me with the gift of your love.”
Unable to stand the distance any longer, Cullen finally reached out and placed a gentle hand on Evie’s left shoulder. “Please, love. Just look at me.” He begged as he applied pressure to her shoulder, trying to make her turn.
Evie attempted to shrug off his touch, curling further into herself. Her right hand wrapped itself tightly around the remainder of her left arm as she tucked her chin closer to her chest, hiding her face from his view. “Please, Cullen.” She croaked in a pitiful voice. “Just go.”
It was a plea he had heard more times than he could count in the months since the Exacted Council but it didn’t hurt any less even now. There had been a time when she would beg him to stay, a time when she promised she would never leave. Those days seemed so far away now.
Doing his utmost to hold back the tears stinging his eyes, Cullen gave Evie’s shoulder one last affectionate squeeze before rising from his perch. He moved to the door with slow, forced steps, not wanting to leave her side. When he reached the doorway, he turned back to watch Evie’s shoulder shake with her muted sobbing. The sight tore through him, rending his heart into a million pieces. He wanted nothing more than to return to the bed and hold her in his arms. He wanted to kiss away her tears. He wanted to put all her pieces back together and return her to the Evie he had fallen in love with. But what he wanted paled in comparison to what she needed. And what she needed was to find her own strength once more. She could do it. Even if she didn’t think so, even if she thought she worthless without the help of others, he knew she could. She had always been so much more than she thought she was. She only needed the time to find it within herself.
“I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to fall in love with you.” Cullen whispered. “But I have, and the Maker Himself could not stop me from loving you, Evie. I will go for now but when you are ready, I will be here. I will always be here for you.”
After making the laborious journey down the hallway to the kitchen, Cullen took a seat at the small wooden table. He sat in still silence for several moments before he realized his tears had spilled over and were down pouring down his cheeks. Slowly, he lowered his head to the table and pressed his forehead to the smooth wood. Covering his head with his hands, he allowed pain-filled sobs to rack his entire body, giving in to the anguish he had been fighting to keep at bay since the moment Evie had lost her arm and he had lost his wife. He could only pray that one day she would return to him.
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Throbbing, aching, scorching. The
sensation burns through every inch of his being, making him forget
every feeling before it was there. A groan slips past his lips
unbidden as his head lulls back. He can’t keep his eyes open anymore.
His fingers dig into the edge of the cooper tub, knuckles turning
white as he sinks further into the warm water. It’s just too much.
“Evie…” Her name is always on his
lips when he’s like this. There isn’t a single name he could imagine
murmuring. Especially not when he’s in her quarters, soaking in her
bath tub, surrounded by her lingering scent and her all encompassing
presence. He would give anything to actually have her with him in
this moment.
“Evie…” A shudder wracks his body
as he whispers her name, a hushed prayer for her to return to him. He
needs her.
“Cullen…” She’s there. Kneeling
behind him on the floor outside of the tub. Her warm lips on his
neck, her soft hand caressing his water-slick chest, her calming aura
enveloping him completely. His prayers have been answered.
He wants to open his eyes to gaze upon
her beauty but he can’t; his lids are unwilling to move. He tries to lift
his head so he can nuzzle her neck but it feels impossible; his head
is too heavy. He starts to raise his hand to touch any part of her
but she stops him; her fingers enveloping his and keeping it in
place.
“You’re really back.” It’s framed
as a declaration but it’s really a question. He can’t be sure her
presence isn’t a dream. Not when he’s like this.
“I’m really here. It’s me.” Her
voice is hushed, barely a whisper against his ear. Her hand stills on
his chest before she wraps her arm around his middle. She rests her
temple against his and they sigh in unison.
“Join me.” His voice is rough,
catching in his throat. He needs her more than anything in this
moment. She is the air in his lungs, the blood in his veins, the
light in his darkness; she is everything.
Her arm encircling his chest tightens,
her fingers intertwined with his begin caressing his skin, her head
lowers from his temple to lay tender kisses on his shoulder. She
stays silent for a moment as she holds him, loves him, cares for him.
“Not when you’re like this.” He
nods the barest amount as he listens to her whispered words. He
understands completely. In truth, it’s a bit of a relief. “Is there
anything I can do to help?” Her lips brush the damp skin of his
shoulder as she speaks; a feeling that would cloud his mind with lust
under any other circumstance. But not when he’s like this.
A small, anguished smile tugs at his lips and he
nods again. “Stay here with me. Just like this.” He releases his
vice-like grip on the edge of the tub and wraps his free hand around
her arm, holding her place. He needs her.
Throbbing, aching, scorching. The
sensation burns through every inch of his being, making him forget
every feeling before it was there. His entire head throbs with every
heartbeat. His neck and shoulders ache no matter what position
they’re in. A scorching heat burns his eyes even with them closed
against the light. It’s just too much.
“Evie…” His voice his pained,
pleading. He just wants his suffering to stop.
“Cullen…” Her voice is gentle,
understanding. She just wants to take his agony away.
“Please don’t leave. I need you.”
He tightens his hold on her hand and arm, anchoring her in place.
She presses herself closer to the back
of the tub, cradling him in the circle of her arms. “I’m here for
you. Always.”
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Evie refers to Cullen simply as
“husband” when she’s angry with him because it sounds so cold and
formal to her. Cullen has never told her but he adores the moniker because “yes, I am your husband and I’m damn proud of it too.” The addition of “husband” to any of her statements usually puts an end to the fight because Cullen
becomes very affectionate hearing the reminder and Evie believes he’s
being properly contrite.
