#outside ye old comfy zone y'all

[timeforelfnonsense]

No Love Like Your Love

Part of my Wasteland, Baby! Fics: Nobody

Solavellen 

Inquisition time frame, early to mid relationship 

first time

 Part one 

NSFW

Well I did it folx. 

This is the second part of The Waterfall. I always kind of knew how I wanted this to play out but it was a bit out of my comfort zone. I hope you like it! Be soft with me.

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                                                “Care for a swim?”

She extended her arms over head as she removed her top tossing to to the side revealing her pale shoulders to the moonlight. Solas could feel heat rising in his cheeks and the tips of his ears. She was beautiful, extremely beautiful and he would be lying if he claimed the thought of her bare for him had not passed his mind in their time together. Her hands we on the waist of her leggings now. She wiggled her hips playfully as she shimmied them down her backside.

He bit his lip eyes never leaving her sultry form. She pulled her silver hair to one side exposing her alabaster neck before wading into the pool. He just stood there on the river bank dumbfounded and hard as she went deeper into the water. Ashalle Lavellan, spontaneous and free spirited as ever, he thought. She must have noticed his hesitating on the waters edge.

“Hey, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. You can even close your eyes and I’ll tell you when I’m dressed.”

He laughed in a tone she had never heard before; it was honest and unrestricted. He shook his head before speaking, “You are the most rare, beautiful thing in all of creation. It- It has just  been a very long time and this is something I want to do right.”  

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Her voice was full of desire, “however I’m concerned you are a bit overdressed for the occasion.”

“ Ma nuvenin.” He chuckled, pulling his tunic off first and casting it into the heap of Ashalle’s clothing. She watched eagerly from the water as he began to unlace his breaches. With the last of his clothing discarded he waded out to her. As soon as he reached her, her lips were crashing into his; her hands exploring the lean muscles of his back. Solas cupped her ass, pushing her body closer to his. He nipped at her neck, kissed her with a fire she’d never felt before. Her breath was short and sharp as curious hands traveled down his torso.

“See, I knew I wouldn't fall for someone who couldn’t misbehave,”  She cooed as Her hand grasped his cock.  

“ Vhenan!”

Ashalle revealed in the shakiness of his voice, flashing him a smug grin before returning to her work. Solas bucked against her as she pumped. The heart stopping look in her eyes, the boldness with which she worked his body, the softness of her hand, held him captive to her charms. He willed himself to pull away from her despite his every desire to allow her to continue.

“That’s enough for now, my heart.”  

He kissed his way down her neck, leaving a smattering of purple marks across her collarbones. He made his way to her perky breasts. He glanced up his hungry grey eyes meeting her’s before taking one of her nipples into his mouth, earning him a purr of approval. His hand dipped below the surface of the pool. His fingers found her pearl, rolling it slowly. She ground herself against him aching for more. When he moved to her entrance, she let lose a moan, bracing herself against him.

He should feel guilty, he knew this would not last forever. Eventually he’d be reunited with his orb. He would obligated to leave her in order to set the world right, still, he could not refuse her. She was his sweetest downfall, the brightest light in a tranquil world. She was vibrate and real, she made him feel young and wild. He laced his fingers through her delicate hand, calming the sparking anchor.

“Las mala enansal?” He Kissed her forehead.

“Of course.”

She gasped as they joined. He moved at a slow rhythmic pase, savoring the feeling of her warm around him. He could never began to deserve her; her kind heart, her body, her spirit. He’d taken his share of lovers in his very long life, but she was different. In all his life he had known no love like her’s. Somehow this broken world had created something so rare. He had not realized it but tears had begun to form in the corners of his eyes.  

“Ir mirthadra, Ashalle’ enaste” He whispered between frantic kisses.

“Solas?” She cupped his face in her hands, thumbs wiping away his tears, “ Ar lath ma.”

He can feel her nearing the edge and tightening around him . He closes his eyes and prays that the veil will not spoil his spell. He kisses her neck, burying himself in her snowy curls to hide the blue glow in his eyes.

“ Ar lasa mar sulahn'nehn,”

The Veil thins for just a moment and they fall into bliss. She threw her head back, grasping white knuckled to his shoulders. He doesn't intend for a prideful chuckle escaped his chest but, he could not help himself.  

“What in Mythal’s name did you do?!?” She pants as he slides out of her, kissing her shoulder, “I have never felt anything like that before… I-I couldn’t tell where I began or you ended. It was like we were the same… I can’t explain it.”

“What do you think I did?”  He asked handing her clothing over to her as she rung out her hair.

“I think you did something to the manipulate the veil, somehow joining our experiences?”

“Clever woman.”  He pulled his own clothing on, “Are you certain you aren’t a mage?”

“But, how did you do it?”

“Always so curious,” He kissed the tip of her nose. His hands running over her marked neck healing magic turning purple to cream, “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Fine, fine don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out. I always do.” She poked a finger to his chest, “We should get back before the others start to worry. Thank you. For everything.”

Solas took her hand in his and began to walk back to camp, “ Ar lath ma, Ashalle, you truly are a marvel.”

Translations:

Ma nuvenin: As you say

Las mala enansal: Do you grant your blessing?

Ir mirthadra, Ashalle’ enaste: I am honored by Ashalle’s Favor.

Ar lasa mar sulahn'nehn: I give you my joy/bliss

[literate-simp]

BEING BESTIES W/ SOME JJK CHARACTERS; Yuuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojou and Sukuna.

Notes: Look. I know we all simp terribly for our husbandos/waifus but I just wanted to write a simple hc about what it's like to be their besties

Warning(s): slight cursing. I indulged too much on Sukuna.

Includes: gn! reader, fluff, chaotic energy, mentions of romance (just light)

Itadori Yuji

He's friends with everyone, says hi to strangers and probably would be besties with every old lady he meets so it wasn't hard to be friends with him.

But the second he becomes besties with you, shit's gonna get borderline chaotic.

3AM and y'all can't sleep? McDonald's parking lot with an abandoned shopping car would sound damned fine. You both remember the moment as 'Chicken Nuggies and the Wind' since he t-posed on the moving cart whilst eating nuggies (you both almost scratched a Ferari).

If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer in training, he'd still try to sneak you in his room to watch some movies. You with the snacks, leaving Yuji in charge of the movie picking (you can't decide to save your life)

Cuddles! Nothing wrong with besties cuddling. He's extremely respectful to your s/o (if you have one) and are probably good friends with them too!

Though the second you come to him crying, they were already being patched up in the hospital. Won't hit a woman, against his morals, but he will make sure she never speaks to you again.

Understanding, chaotic besties! An arm around your shoulder when someone's obviously making you uncomfortable, he's the one barking when he sees someone slip something into your drink.

The friend to help you find your way out of a frat house. Makes sure you're getting touched with your consent and sober. All you need to do is give him a sign that you're alright and he'll give you a thumbs up before leaving.

Definitely the friend you'd open up to (about anything) and not be treated differently after so.

You told him about your problems a few minutes prior. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. And you were worried he might leave you for it.

"Ey, Y/N. Wanna go to McDonald's again? I think they have that burger you like," He blurts, catching you off guard. You raise your eyebrows before smiling gratefully.

"Sounds great, Itadori."

You guys talk about women with butts all the time. Not out of thirst or anything, it would just be a random thought that comes up and one of you would contribute to the other. You once mentioned something about Jennifer Lawrence and he would not stop talkinf about her. It was hilarious how much he was drooling.

You wear his hoodies and he's fine with it. Thinks you look good in them. Sukuna teases you both about your relationship and Yuji slaps his mouth shut before he says anything more.

"You look great in them, Y/N," Itadori grins, rummaging through his closet to find more hoodies.

"Thank you. They're pretty comfy," You mention the fabric and the fluffiness. He listens to you intently before Sukuna pops out from his cheek.

"Ehhh? This is the one you think about everyday--," Itadori has never slapped his cheek so hard before in his life.

Megumi Fushiguro

Honestly, pretty chill dude.

He has a small group of people he trusts, and a smaller one to which he considers to be his good friends.

So to be his best friend, you must've gained a huge amount of respect from him; saved him, maybe even overheard something you shouldn't have and kept quiet about it on your own accord.

You would have a 'you aren't comfortable with it, so I'm not forcing anything' vibe to which he would be relieved to know. Though even so, you are the more hyper one in the platonic relationship.

Outings would consist of trips to libraries or quiet nights on the couch with your legs entangled together with lo-fi music playing in the background.

Not much talking, Megumi likes to keep to himself and you have no problem with the comfortable silence you both bring together.

Though sometimes it gets too quiet so you annoy the hell out of him to get his attention; cheek poking, soft arm punches, slight pushing.

Megumi ignores this, finding your actions a bit cute. If it gets too annoying, he will get up and leave, having you trail behind him, whining like a child wanting candy.

Yuji would join in. Definitely. Nobara too if she was bored enough.

"Megumi~ I want your attention~," You whine, running after the raven-haired man.

"Yeah! Yeah! Pay attention to Y/N!" Yuji supports you. You clap your hands together, only to be hit with a shoe by Megumi.

He would never do anything outside of your comfort zone. If you had an s/o, they both would be neutral with each other.

If you were to get hurt from said s/o, they would leave your house with a bloody knuckle. He wouldn't hit a girl, but he definitely will destroy whatever life she has outside of your relationship with her.

Parties are a no-go for him, unless his friends force him to. He's the designated driver with three other drunk children (Hint; Yuuji, Nobara and you). He wouldn't carry anyone else but you back to your room.

"Jeez, Y/N. You should know how to handle your alcohol," Megumi sighs, laying you on top of your bed gently and pulling the covers up.

"Nngh. Didn't know it was alcohol," You groaned. He smiles, patting your cheek before getting up to leave.

"I'll get you some painkillers in the morning, alright?"

You can wear his sweatshirts if you annoy him about it (he secretly likes how comfortable you are around him). He thinks you look charming in them, Yuji never shuts up about your friendship. It's the few times he's seen Megumi genuinely smile.

Nobara Kugisaki

Radiates bad bitch energy.

It isn't easy in the first stages since she has standards with friends but the second you both find something similar about each other, it's an immediate ride-or-die friendship.

You would need a major backbone, 'I'm too hot for this bs' kinda vibe (it's canon that the reader is a bad bitch, periodt). You would have arguments with her but it's pretty basic stuff like the perfect colour for nailpolish or whether Maki deserves the Earth or the universe (you both agree it's the universe).

Outings consists of shopping malls and popular cafes. You take selfies everytime you see something relatively new.

Talk about anything under the sun -- newest trends, new food to try out, Maki -- but her favourites are hearing you talk about your day. If you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer, she'd visit your apartment, give you a hug and sit on the couch to listen to you blabber away about something that isn't related to curses or death. She needs time to rewind and you never mention how vulnerable she looks when she's tired.

"Uh-huh and what happens next?" Nobara asked, carressing your hair as you lay on her lap.

"He wouldn't stop following us! It was so creepy! No means no right? Like why would you waste your energy following a group of friends who aren't interested?" You ranted on. Nobara simply nods in agreement, smiling at your annoyed face.

She doesn't mind your s/o, probably would just say hi before leaving you two alone. She doesn't have a problem about her friends having a relationship, she does, however, gets pissed that she isn't in one.

If you come to her crying about them, she would slither in some 'fuckin told you they were gonna do it' or 'I told you so'. Though it makes you upset, you know she's gonna trash their house the second you leave the room.

Your (now) ex would suddenly be cancelled beyond belief, you wouldn't know what happened to them.

Despite the bad bitch personality, you are the more patient one.

Parties is a yes. She comes in as a self-confident woman and will leave self-confident and drunk. She's the life of the party and pulls you into conversations to keep you company. Even if you don't contribute much to the conversation, she makes sure you aren't out of her sight. She's not the type to bring a friend to a party and leave them the second after. She cares about you even if her way of showing was a bit too pushy.

You share clothes with her and she'll give you comments about it.

"The shirt doesn't fit. No, no. The other one. Yeah, that one."

"Who cares if people say you aren't supposed to wear skirts? Your ass rocks better in those than mine. Just take them."

Personally likes dressing you up, doesn't like dressing you up for dates though. Still doesn't know why.

Gojou Satoru

God, the willpower you have to even tolerate this man is immense.

It's not hard to be his friend, all you have to do is do something that amuses him and he'll keep teasing you about it.

In this platonic relationship, you're the more calm one. People call you to take care of Gojou constantly, and you're the only one he allows to scold him.

He goes for missions half the time so it's rare to see you both go for outings. The most you've been together outside of Jujustu Tech and work hours was in a bar with Nanami (you both bond over the fact that Gojou is terrible to work with). He got too drunk and started slurring his words.

"Y/N~ stohp flirting with Nanamin and talk to meee," He whines, pinching your cheeks as you sigh.

"We are simply talking about your bad work habits, Satoru," Nanami answers whilst shaking his head, downing another drink before he gets up to leave. "I'll take him home, rest well Y/N."

"Noooo, I want Y/N!"

A needy best friend. Constantly asks for attention. If you ignored him, he would only make the situation slightly more annoying -- similar to Megumi's Y/N, the basic cheek poking and whining.

Your s/o would probably hate him, he's a bit too flirty and likes to hug you in public. People mistake you both for a couple rather than the s/o at hand. Don't be surprised if it's the main reason your relationships don't end well.

If you come to him upset because of them, he wouldn't waste a second to zoom to your shared apartment and 'deal' with the person. Would come back with a smile and some takoyaki. No blood on him since he used his infinity.

Parties are alright with him. He's the cool flirty dude everyone seems to fawn over. Would accompany you for half an hour, only to leave with another chick to a nearby bedroom. You never end up partying with him after opening the God forsaken door and he's never stopped trying to make it up to you.

Other than the traumatic event, he'd a bit of a douche but still tries to look for you in the crowd. He waves once he sees you and flashes a reassuring smile before continuing his talk with the others.

You don't share clothes with him simply because it's Gojou. Who knows when the last time he washed his clothes.

Though he's willing to share. You're just more reluctant, really. Finds it cute when his shirts are slightly bigger than you. If you're built bigger than he is, he would like how tight it looks on your body.

"Starting to think you look better in my clothes than I am. And that's a pretty good compliment." He grins.

Hates the fact you never take his compliments seriously. Says it from the bottom of his heart, he really thinks you're charming.

Ryomen Sukuna

God, was it hard trying to befriend this curse of a man. An asshole, he stuck his feet out to trip you over multiple times before cackling like a damned demon (which he is).

Though you're always genuine with him. You liked having conversations with him and listen to him boast about himself for hours. Guess that's when he saw you as a close acquaintance.

Would never tell you you're his best friend. Never. Not once. Him simply acknowledging you was enough for everyone to know he favored one person.

Being friends with Sukuna meant being friends Yuji. Itadori always apologizes on his behalf and you would always laugh, telling him it's alright. Sukuna gets annoyed by this though.

"Stupid human. Who do you think you are being all mush with this useless vessel of mine?" He sneered the second he could pop out. You shrugged, taking some popcorn to feed him.

"He's a pretty good guy. You should cut him some slack," You answered, stuffing some popcorn to your face as well

Will constantly threaten to kill you but you never paid heed. You know you're his only friend. You don't agree with his actions but you find the curse interesting.

Literally the only person who's allowed to tease him. You get away with things most curses would get killed from. You once hand him super hot sauce for his pancakes and he glared at you for the remainder of his time being conscious in Yuji's body. You found the plate broken with a fork stabbed through it.

You aren't allowed to go on outings with Sukuna (obviously) so you both spend your time within Yuji's room. Not allowed to go out since everyone'll freak out seeing Yuji with tattoos resembling the King of Curses.

"Humans are so boring," Sukuna groaned, his head on the bedstand. "All they do is just sit around doing nothing but scroll through their stupid boxes." You smiled at him.

"Not my fault you commit mass genocide for fun. I'd say we're pretty passive."

He would literally never care about your love life. Still has the old man mentality that romance meant sex and that was about it. If they were to meet, the curse would just roll his eyes and turn the other way.

Getting hurt by your s/o results to hurtful teasing and bloodshed. No in-between, no nothing. He wouldn't know how to comfort you properly so he'd send Yuji in his place. Would sit at the back of Yuji's mind getting pissed that he was hugging and rubbing your back gently as if he couldn't have done it himself (literally sent Yuji only to judge him).

Not allowed to go out so parties is also a no-go BUT since this is just a headcanon, let's imagine it's college AU.

College AU Sukuna would love parties -- he throws them, orders his friends to invite hot girls and frat guys. And invites you himself. No one would know you were friends since he never mentions it but will literally choke anyone who looks at you like you're a piece of candy.

Gets way too drunk and probably have railed 3 people to cloud 9 in a matter of 2 hours but still go out just to check up on you. He doesn't necessarily care but he hates having the sick feeling that you were in possible danger somewhere he wouldn't be able to see you.

Stare at you for a good 3 seconds before leaving you alone. You'd never know he was there.

Clothes! His clothes are Yuji's and he barely even keeps his shirts in tact. Does he care whether you wear it or not? No.

Is he pissed? Slightly.

This took me two days, I'm not sure if it sounds canon anymore. Anyways, thank you for reading!

♡︎ literate-simp