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bearlytolerant · 2 months

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Fandom: DAI | Pairing: Solavellan | Rating: Explicit (cunnilingus)

Her fingers thrum against the wooden windowsill as she gapes through glass, rain smattering against the pane. A million raindrops reflect her glazed over eyes, slipping slowly in streaks as lightning ripples across the sky and the thunder rumbles down to her toes. Sarya sighs. It’s the third day in a row for a storm and she wants to be out in it. But not really in it. There’s much to do. Not enough done.

Long fingers reach out to still her own and his other hand wraps around her waist. He kisses her neck. It’s near her chin, that sweet spot that makes her tingle and chime. And she hums a sigh of delight as those kisses, like rivulets, streak down her neck. His lips, they are the lightning under her skin. Thunder in her belly.

“You seem restless,” he says.

“I’m itching to get outside. It’s been raining this whole time and now there’s a storm. We have shit to do. And now there’s—” He’s kissing her shoulder, pushing the fabric of the tunic away with his chin as he goes. Her eyes close and she centers herself. “Oh, this—this is a welcome distraction.”

Solas’ breath leaves an invisible mark on her skin as he chuckles. It burns bright somewhere—everywhere all at once.

“I am glad I can help in some way.”

“Help? You are a gift from the gods, I'm convinced.”

A soft chuckle.

His lips trail back up her neck and she shudders as another thunderclap shakes the shack; shivers down her spine. He lingers again near her jaw. He nibbles and kisses while his hands wander her body.

“You aren’t restless?” she asks.

“Never when you are around.”

But she doesn’t believe him. He fidgets with his hems too much and his eyes glaze over in pockets of stillness, same as hers. He gets lost to her in thoughts or dreams or stories not meant for sharing except to the spirits residing in his mind. She knows when she’s left behind on one of his internal adventures but she will never subject herself to the self-titled unwelcome tagalong.

“Hmm,” she hums an acknowledgment.

His fingers glide down her arms as she watches lightning strike a nearby tree. He pauses. It cracks, real loud and is pulled to the earth, enveloped in a pool of rainwater. Whispers of awe spill from their lips.

He sweeps back her hair and returns to kissing. Then places his lips against each and every freckle he can on her shoulder. Kisses as infinite as the rain smattering against the glass. He dusts his fingers back up her arm, caresses her chest and pulls the laces free at the top of her tunic. The fabric gives way, uncovering secrets as it goes. Scars, more freckles, soft skin, and stretch marks. He kisses it all.

“What do you wish for?” he whispers as the tunic falls off her shoulder completely. It gathers at her waist, held in place by her hips.

“Right now? Well that’s you of course,” she tells him.

“In what way?”

He kisses her chest, all the way across and then down the curve of her side and up again. Feather light and soft, tempo to match the patter pat pat of the rain against the window. She swallows, the words of what she wanted to say lost somewhere in a breath caught at the back of her throat.

“Every way,” she sputters.

She means it too, not just in body but in spirit—in soul. Know him from the ins and the outs and the layers between here and there. Because she can never quite fully understand him but gods be damned if she doesn’t try. His answers come with every question she asks. Giving everything and almost nothing, a mysterious something always veils her desire of knowing and she’s unsure if the veil belongs to her or him. But even in that, she still wants all of him, secrets and unsecrets alike.

He chuckles into her skin. “Like this?” His hands slip past the laces of her trousers, tip of his finger placing just a hint of pressure on her clit.

“Mmm, and I can think of some others.”

Her hand stills his and she pulls his fingers up to her lips, kissing the tiny scars on his knuckles. He’s so willing to please in this manner. It is easy for him.

“Name them.” His voice is a challenge.

She drops his hand, skims her fingers up his arm and places her palm on his shoulder. She squeezes, firm. “I would have you kneel before me and worship me with that wonderful tongue of yours.” Because it’s not enough to have his fingers and lips caressing every inch of her skin already.

His brow flicks up. “Worship?”

She nods. “I am the Herald of Andraste after all.” Her voice drips with sarcasm.

And he lowers himself with the slightest pressure from her hand. Wears a smirk as his fingers curl around the top of the fabric of her trousers. He tugs. Shuffles them down. Stares up at her with eyes of admiration. As if she were a natural marvel, rivaling the awe of lighting striking a tree that’s pulled to earth.

He shoves her clothes away.

Leaning forward, a breath at her entrance and she groans under the warmth of his tongue. Just one lick then he says, “is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she says. “And more.”

“More?”

Another swipe of his tongue. Earnest yet languid and lingering. There’s doubt that she will outlast his dutiful tongue. Doubt is confirmed when he reaches under her thigh and hooks it over his shoulder. One, two, then a tantalizing third lick. A hesitant fourth swipe and his tongue stills, eliciting a whined protest. Another crack of thunder and electricity lights up her body. A shock straight to her core.

“Too much?” he asks, the magic buzzing through her limbs.

“Not enough,” she rasps, both enchanted and dizzy from his use of a spell. “It makes sense but I didn’t think. Didn’t realize—”

She stops short when his tongue dances along her clit.

That he could bring the storm inside.

Commands replace ruminations as his tongue oscillates the highs and lows of her pleasure.

More. There. Yes, good. Right there. Keep going. Don’t stop.

A zap of his magic makes her squirm. But his nails dig into her outer thighs, face obscured from her view and she grasps for his head and down to his ears then finally settles at the base of his neck. He inserts one finger. Pumps in and slides out. Repeats it again, curling just slightly while driving deeper.

“Godsfuck!” Another rumble of thunder and she whispers her next demand. “Solas. Keep it right there. Just like that.”

But his little disobedience of adding another finger and upping the tempo, just barely—maybe half a beat, has her questioning if she wants to be in charge of this at all. Closing her eyes and chin sinking to her chest, all efforts of demands become hushed, almost wordless whispers lost in the scattered silences proffered by the storm. She lets out a low moan. He murmurs something in elvhen and she understands the fragments of praise.

With proper propitiation, tongue in tandem with lightning touch, she disintegrates in undulations against his lips, his nose, his hand.

“Solas—“

The slip of his name in a chant off her tongue intermingles with the continuous downpour and she repeats it like she’s the penitent one after all and he—he is the god.

Closing her eyes, she forgets she is body and only knows her soul when he fucks her with his fingers and she loses self-control. Numb and spent and suspended between what’s real and what’s fade, Solas breathes and offers a kiss on her inner thigh.

“You are marvelous,” he murmurs, kissing down her leg. A peck on her calf and he utters more praises, fingers dancing along her skin.

“What else,” she says in a shaky breath.

“And I love you.”

“Mmm, I’ve noticed.” She slides her leg off his shoulder and rests her heel against his chest.

He snatches her ankle and kisses her toes and a giggle spills from her lips, breaking the illusion of any power she thought she held here. He plants her toes on the ground and rises so they're on equal footing. Hand against the small of her back, he tugs her in close and she stares into the depths of his clouded sky eyes before he covers her mouth with his lips.

Lighting exposes their silhouettes as he pushes her up against the wall, legs naturally clinging to his waist as his kisses fall to her neck and he seats himself inside of her. Breath on her chin and he rocks his hips and she thinks this is the closest she’ll get to understanding and knowing and adventuring with him in his internal world.

And she thinks—thinks—

A groan of thunder and rumble in his throat, she clings to his neck as he drives any thought of thinking from her mind. There’s only body—only feeling and two souls colliding in a rundown shack in the middle of a storm.

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#bear writes #trying to see what’s salvageable in my wips #anyway here’s this #solarya #solavellan #spicy #solavellan fanfic #writing solavellan smut in 2024 wasn’t on my bingo card but here we are

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emotionally-masochistic · 4 months

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Soooo I did a thing...have some x-rated Solas audio 🙃

Yes, I know it's terrible

#solavellan #dragon age inquisition #solas #solas x lavellan #solasmance #dragon age fanart #dai #dragon age #lavellan #fen'harel #solas smut #dai smut #dragon age smut

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fadedsweater · 4 months

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winter palace tomfoolery and/or mid-air for the wip ask game 👀

Thanks Mer!! 💛💛💛 I've actually shared a snippet from the winter palace tomfoolery fic on tumblr before (for a wip Wednesday I think). Eira and Solas hide in a closet and have some fun at the Winter Palace, basically 😂 You can check out the snippet here.

Mid-air is a far-future solavellan fic, set sometime after the fall of the Veil. Despite the dramatic set-up, it's really just a very silly smut fic that plays off of that one book/memory you find in the Vir Dirthara that shows two elves having sex in the sky 😂 Heres a lil (not smutty, sfw) snippet:

The sound of his laughter seemed to fill the air around them. Eira clutched at his shoulder as if it were the only thing keeping her from falling all the way down to the forest floor. “Not funny,” she hissed, casting another wary look down. “How many bones will I break if I fall, do you think?” He twisted in the air and she yelped. “That depends,” he said, as if debating a philosophical point. “If you aim for the branches, they will soften your landing.” “Solas.” “You will not fall,” he said, a trace of laughter still in his voice.

#this ask game is making me realize how many of my wips are smut 😂#ask game #ask #solavellan #my writing #thanks for the ask!! and for the tag 💛💛💛💛

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teamdilf · 1 month

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Writing snippets from a smutty book Raphael wrote in my BG3 universe in the BG3/Dragon Age crossover fic because I am chaos incarnate.

#I just want Solas to read lousy smut to Iris OK?#BG3/Dragon Age Crossover #raphael bg3 #solas #Solavellan #Iris Lavellan #You know Raphael had to have written smutty literature

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i-m-not-a-penguin · 9 months

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I need more solamance fics to acknowledge that Solas comes from a time where people could apparently fuck for years at a time. I can't picture him having regular ""human"" sex just like that

#solavelyan #solavellan #what are the other ship names idk #I get wanting to write some good old smut #and there are good fics w/ smut in it #but a part of my brain is always like how is sex not different with him or does he not need to adjust to it?#I don't need him to be like “huh sex in this world sucks” but if he could acknowledge the difference #dragon age

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thebookworm0001 · 1 year

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by @oxygenforthewicked for which I am very glad because wi have been brain dead and scouring my wips for something I’m pretty I haven’t shared was quite a bit of fun

Found this chunk from my post-trespasser happy end fic. I’ve shared other pieces of it, but I don’t believe I’ve shared this:

“You were magnificent tonight,” Solas said into her hair. His thumb rubbed comfortingly across her back. “There was not a noble among them who was not entranced by you.”

“Mmm. Or they were stunned by an elf daring to act their equal. There is also the strong possibility that the massive wolf at my side was rather distracting.” A chuckle shook his chest, and Ellana leaned into the comfort of his body vibrating against her own.

“Perhaps,” he said, his breath warm on her skin. “But it was not I who ended the night with a proposal from every eligible bachelor in Orlais.” His hands slid further down her back to rest at the small of it, a move that left her feeling comfortably caged in his arms. She tightened her hold on him ever so slightly, and pressed her face deeper into his chest. There had been an edge to his voice, subtle though it was. The idea that it might be jealousy stirred a mix of emotions in her. Anxiety and irritation at the possessiveness it might signal. Annoyance at the nobles for inspiring it in the first place and sadness that she could not yet show them just how fruitless their attempts would be. And, again, a thrill at the idea of what Solas might do to reassure her of his intentions.

again, thank you for the tag! Passing along the fun to: @rosella-writes @redinkofshame @ell-vellan @dreadfutures @shretl and anyone else who would like to share something! No pressure!

#dragon age #solas #lavellan #solavellan #this one’s gonna be smut #solas maaaaaaaaay be deitifying Ellana a bit #and he is inclined to *ahem* worship on his knees #and then later Ellana tears him a new one for making her into his new mythal #but hey right now she gets to enjoy his bad decisions

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delicatefade · 1 year

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Solas/Eilan First Kiss 💋

No time to write anything new this week, so I'll share excerpts of published kissies! Valentine's romance excerpt 1 of 3. wc: 175 Full published smut one-shot here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40595346

“I should retire,” he whispered feebly.

“Stay,” she whispered back.

He stared at her beauty and felt light-headed and weak. His knuckles trailed gingerly down her arm as his better nature screamed at him to stop. Her lips parted, wanting. He kissed her, daring and deep. Her soft lips yielded to him and his thoughts slipped. The world fell away. All he could hear was their shared breath, their hands rustling over each other’s clothing, the wet sounds of their lips, the soft little moans that caught in her throat. He kissed it.

Slowly they learned how the other liked to kiss. He took his time, in no rush to do anything but enjoy what he had for so many months denied. His hands explored her body, drawing her against him. Her body molded to his, her touch eager and sure. He traced her vallaslin with his nose from her cheekbone to her chin, atoning for whatever slight she had felt because of his rudeness. He felt her smile and was overjoyed.

#delicatefade excerpts #solas x lavellan #dragon age fanfiction #solas x oc #solavellan #eilan lavellan #kiss week #completed fic #dragon age smut

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broodwolf221 · 6 months

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naughty magic <3 @arlathvhenan thought you'd like to know that it's been posted ;)

#solavellan #solavellan smut

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beautyiesky · 1 year

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#dragon age inquistor #lavellan #solas x lavellan #solasmance #solavellan #elf #elvhenan #da solas #solas x inquisitor #solas dai #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age inquisition #solas smut

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rosella-writes · 2 years

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My Fics for the Arlathan 2022 Exchange

I received many gifts this year in the @arlathanxchange, and somehow managed to write even more! I had a blast waiting for reveals and kept adding to the pile. Here's what I made (all are one-shots):

you are the angel that I couldn't kill, for @wickedwitchofthewilds

Pairing: Andarateia Cantori x Viago de Riva

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bondage, rape roleplay, knifeplay, pegging, femdom, forced orgasm — all in the context of a fully consensual established relationship based on respect and love

Summary: “You were such a tricky little mark,” she coos, turning one corner of her mouth up in a promising smirk. “Just out of reach all evening, flirting with the danger that tailed you. You should have poisoned the wine.”

it's enough to be better, for @melisusthewee

Pairing: Quinn Trevelyan x Solas

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: top!Trev, bottom!Solas, established relationship fluff, teasing and banter, background poly with Cassandra, emotional constipation, confession of feelings in Elvhen

Summary: Quinn Trevelyan is bored, and Solas isn't paying attention to him. Something must be done.

memory is the poison in our veins, for @melisusthewee

Pairing: Hawthorne x Quinn Trevelyan, Hawthorne & Hygge, Hawthorne & Fen'Harel

Rating: Teen

Tags/Warnings: blood magic to access dreams, mild body horror and trippy Fade sequences, derealisation/depersonalisation, past Solas x Quinn

Summary: Hawthorne never asked for any of this. He's just a simple apostate elf with no clan and no name, making his way in the world as best he can. But things get complicated when one tangles fates with the former Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste.

oily marks appear on walls (where pleasure moments hung before), for @dreadfutures

Pairing: Solas x Felassan

Rating: Mature

Tags/Warnings: angst, non-explicit sexual themes, Arlathan

Summary: Solas loved Felassan in the gaps. They hardly had time—in between covert meetings and strikes in the dark—for each other. But for two who were so entangled, in both day-to-day and in dreams, it was difficult not to want. And so they gave in.

The Needle and the Shield, for @settiai, @razzaroo, and @thedastrash

Pairing: Alistair x Zevran Arainai

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: needles (tattoo needles), arousal from pain, mild painplay, first time bj, virgin Alistair

Summary: Alistair takes Zevran up on his offer to give him a tattoo—Zevran learns that Alistair likes pain.

Fill My Cup, for @bogunicorn and @darethshirl

Pairing: Virelan Lavellan x Solas

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: established relationship, 69 (nice), teasing and banter, fisting of the vaginal variety, hand kink if you squint

Summary: Virelan wants to come. Solas wants to teach her something new.

Amatus, Kadan, Vhenan, for @noire-pandora, @enigmalea, and @thefoxinboots

Pairing: Dorian Pavus x Solas x The Iron Bull

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: misunderstandings/arguments and resolution thereof, sex as therapy, sex as apology, top/dom!Dorian, bottom!Solas, bottom!Bull, bottoming from the top, dom/sub elements, semi-public sex

Summary: Solas shoots him another look over his shoulder. His eyes are bright under furrowed brows. “Do not assume I cannot see this ploy for what it is. Perhaps I want to remain upset with Dorian. Did you consider that, oh benevolent peacekeeper?” Iron Bull shrugs. “Or you could fuck about it and stay mad. Makes no difference to me.”

And there you have it! A veritable mountain of smut with one (1) piece of T-rated world-exploration lol. These were so fun to write and have consumed my focus for the last few months, so it's exciting to get to share them at last.

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