Hey Jira!
There's something I wanted to ask-
U h o k a n o n h e r e i t g o e s-
What do u think of Ni's weird attitude being
"HERNEE"
O-O"' I'm sorry
But if u feel uncomfy to answer this that is fine
I understand-
(Internal screaming)
Jira: Hernee...? What's hernee.... hernee... Oh, you mean horny! Ahahaha, ok, I get it X'D
Yeah, he is. At least the most out of the three. He just likes teasing Ichi and Kev with it. It is kinda cute though. Kevin always gets so flustered and Ichi gets annoyed AND flustered X'DD
I kinda feel a bit... embarrassed but I also take it as a compliment.
I don't mind him saying lewd things when we're alone, but I would prefer it if he kept things to himself around others
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Hey you :) a prompt for you! I was thinking smut (as you saw) and I'm also thinking... in a forest? An old forest? I have vague ideas about light through leaves and the earthy smells of trees and moss and warm sun. If you can work with that?
Thank you so much @cordkitty-ish. This was a fantastic prompt. It took an unexpected turn, and I hope it works.
for @dadrunkwriting
Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | during What Pride Had Wrought | angst, romance
rating: explicit, sex with clothes on, outdoor sex, discussions of family
First We Win
The last light of sun filters through the leaves of the treesabove. Lazy dust motes drifts in the warm breeze, the night chill still faraway. Iwyn’s footsteps are silent, the rustling of the leaves is all him.
“Come walk with me,” shehad asked, and he went willingly.
The whole day they have been battling red templars, sweatand blood and lyrium. Then Iwyn had been pulled into the command tent as soonas the camp was up, cooped up with Cassandra and Cullen, with the KnightCaptain, Celene and Fiona, all of them planning the assault as best they can.
They’d left the busy camp behind, and now they walk hand inhand between the tall trees. The forest is old and quiet, and it’s almost enoughto forget the war. The ground is soft with old leaves, and the air smells richand earthy, the leaves dying and turning to dirt. Things that die. He doesn’tthink of the crumbled Temple that lies ahead, the ruins of what was.
She pulls him against her at the other side of an ancientoak, its mossy trunk framing her red hair. He kisses her easily, slowly.
“Solas,” she says. “Thank you. This day has been… very long.”
“Vhenan.”
He kisses her again, and this time she grabs the collar ofhis jacket and she doesn’t let go. She kisses with determined desperation, herneed searing him. Tomorrow they may find Corypheus, the Well and their ends, orworse. Right now they are here, alive. He can’t help but press close, to seekfriction against his growing hardness.
He wants to erase the weary day and the uncertain tomorrow,he wants to live in her now, her sighs and moans as his hand find its way underher coat and her shirt to touch her skin, herskin. She kisses his throat, and she bites, a light nip that goes straightto his cock. A loud moan escapes him, and he bucks into her. More, he needsmore.
“Solas,” she says again, and she tears at his laces as he pushesher pants down. His fingers find her hot and slick and he doesn’t want to wait,but her pants are stuck, so he drops to his knees to remove one of her boots. Sheis right in front of him, coarse hair and soft folds and he has to taste her,so he does. She gasps and lifts her free leg around his shoulder, opening up tohim. He licks and sucks, the pressure inhis cock mounting, and he needs, he needs something, he needs more.
“I need you inside,” she gasps, and yes, that is what he needs.
He stands and lifts her legs a little, bringing them close. Sheis flushed and beautiful. He buries himself within her in one deep stroke. Hefucks her against the tree, slowly at first, but his patience is long gone, andhe fucks her faster and harder, until they both tumble over the edge.
After, they slide down the tree, and they lie panting beneathit. Iwyn pulls on her pants, and her hand reaches his and she squeezes it.
“Ar lath ma, Solas. Thank you. Ineeded that.”
“Ar lath ma, Iwyn.Me too.” He raises himself up on one elbow, and he removes a leaf stuck in herhair. He kisses her softly. He did need that, and the intensity frightens him.
He thinks of the ancient trees and the crumbling temple andthe dead leaves decaying under his hands. He thinks of things he wants andshould not have, of wishes and dreams. Of early ends and too long lives.
“Have you ever wanted children?” Iwyn asks, startling him.
His surprise must show on his face, because she continues.
“I didn’t ask if youwanted kids right now, Solas. Or my kids.Just in general. We’re in the middle of a war anyway.”
“I… not exactly? It wasn’t… the opportunity never presenteditself.” He wonders, then, of tiny children and whether they would have hereyes or his, if their hair would be bright red or deep auburn, or maybe hismother’s curls. If a girl would look more like her, or perhaps have his sister’snarrower face. He swallows. “Have you?”
“I’ve always known I’dlike kids, but now… I’d have to survive first.”
She is rarely this vulnerable, even with him, and the truthof him burns his tongue.
“I’ll do everything I can to protect you, vhenan,” he says instead. It is still atruth.
“I know, ma lath,”she says. She leans over and kisses him, and she puts her head on his chest, on top of his beating, foolish heart. “And don’t worry about children. I’m sorry – I just… It’snonsense. First we win.”
His arms fold around her, and maybe there is some wayforward, some hope for him and for them. Some way he could tell her everything.Soon.
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