Be my cannoli (Male Protagonist x Male Character)

Ow (The Iron Bull) (Lemon) Pt. 2

The Iron Bull x Chubby!Male!Elf!Reader

  Some slight self-hating and some non-con, but not full on rape. Then fluff and smut.

-3rd pov-

  (M/n) wandered around Skyhold when he had some time to himself. As much as he enjoyed Sera and Blackwall's company, whom he had recently gotten to know, he also enjoyed going to the garden when no one else was there. It was peaceful and quiet, but also quite cold since it was late at night, so he brought a cloak he was recently able to purchase with the coin he was making at the Herald's Rest. He was proud to own it, even though it was a simple woolen thing. To him it symbolized his new independence and freedom, though he initially was brought to Skyhold as a prisoner, but afterwards he was given the choice to stay and work in exchange for protection.

  He was currently resting against a tree, hidden in the shadows, when he heard soft voices and light footsteps.

  "Ah, Janette, you're so shameless~! You speak so freely of all your sexual endeavors! I'd never be able to do that!" One woman with a thick orleasian accent squealed.

  'Janette' grinned lecherously and spoke in a clearer orleasian accent. "Maríe, my dear, when you are as attractive as me you feel only pride. I've had many in my bed. Nobles, a dwarf or two, even an elven savage! Though...I've never been with one of those Ox men," She giggled. "They must be quite well endowed, being as large as they are."

  'Maríe' clapped her hands in delight. "Oh, that reminds me! Have you seen that qunari mercenary in the tavern? He is very handsome for a beast! I have heard a few servant girls talk about how good he is in bed! Perhaps you should seduce him and take him to your's!"

  Janette giggled. "Maybe I will~"

  (M/n) had finally peeked his head out from behind the tree to see the women and felt his heart sink. Janette was gorgeous. She would have no trouble claiming Bull. She had pretty long hair, soft hands from no manual labor, smooth pale skin, large breasts, and she was skinny. (M/n) couldn't compete in his mind.

  After Bull had admitted that he found the chubby elf attractive...nothing happened. Bull never kissed him and he definitely never took him to bed. (M/n) had been so giddy afterwards he never considered what usually happens next. He had never been in any kind of relationship, so he wasn't exactly sure where one would begin.

  Bull still spoke to him in the tavern when he wasn't busy, but that was about it. He never "flirted" with him while (M/n) gave him shy sweet smiles and some small talk, not knowing what else to do. 'I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up.' he thought. 'Just because Bull said I was attractive doesn't mean he actually wants to kiss me or anything like that. He was only being nice. I'm far too chubby for him to like me. I'd only disgust him.'

  The elf sadly hugged his knees to his chest, pulling his cloak tight around him. 'All the younger servant girls are skinny. It makes sense that Bull would want to sleep with them...'

  (M/n) listened as the footsteps disappeared and released a breath he had been holding. He buried his face in his knees and fought against the sadness that tightened his throat. 'I'm just a fool...it's really my fault for getting ahead of myself. It was just a misunderstanding. That's all.' Sighing did nothing to lessen the hurt he felt in his chest, unfortunately.

  (M/n) waited a moment before leaving the garden and entering the main hall. He rubbed his cold hands together, turning and abruptly running into someone's chest. Startled, he apologized, glancing up and seeing an unfamiliar face. Judging from the flashy outfit he was an orleasian noble.

  "I-I'm terribly sorry, Monsieur. I wasn't looking where I was going and-"

  A hand tightly grabbed his face.