#zevranxbriall

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Name: The Jockey

Level: Beginner

Score: 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 

Final Verdict:  A classic fit for all occasions!

NSFW Review and Illustration Below: 

Over the last few weeks I have noticed that my beautiful Briall has taken the brunt of all of the flexibility and creativity in our tests. This week, I decided that I would allow her to relax and simply enjoy our experimentation. 

Pros: Allows for a rather relaxed session for both lovers. As we learned, this is a fantastic way to transition to a happy ending for a warm, oiled massage! A well placed pillow under the hips can change the delightful angle of penetration but is not required. Sustainable for long sessions and massages. A wonderful way to treat your amore to everything they deserve!

Cons: None that we cared enough to note for this review!

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Thank you @kittimau​ for the reminder! I’ve seen a lot of people tagged so sorry if I’m double tagging! The rest of the Smut Coven: @thejeeperswife​ @charlatron​ and @kemvee​. Also, the wonderful and talented @cornfedcryptid​, @lostinfantasies38​, @darlingrutherford​, @sarenkascrawls​, @ranawaytothedas​, @jellysharkbat​, @schoute​ and finally @princessvicky01​.

I also have two current WIP for Space Trash and Bri/Zev. Snippets under the cut! I’ll put AO3 links in the headers if you decided to read the previous chapters of either. 

This first one is from the 3rd chapter of Finding Home for Briall and Zevran.

They rode in silence for a while before Briall looked behind them. “I think the house is burning.” She said sadly, watching the billowing smoke rising from Gallows Moor.

“It will do you no good to watch.” Zevran told her gently. She looked forward again, nodding. 

“I’ve ruined their lives, Zev. It would have been better if I’d never come.” She rested back against him, closing her eyes. 

One arm wrapped around her. “Do not say such things, tesoro. I brought you here. I am to blame for this. I knew the risks and brought you anyway. Your family desperately wanted to meet you, even knowing such a thing may happen and I allowed them to take that risk. Let me carry the weight of this outcome. You had no part in it.”

She felt him press a kiss to the top of her head. “I am sorry, mi amor. I promise that everything will work out.  Your family will be safe and happy in a home where they do not have to hide who they are, or who you are.” 

“You should ask your parents which they would rather have; you or their house.” He nuzzled her cheek with the side of his jaw. “I assure you, Briall, that they will emphatically and without hesitation choose you.” 

And finally, a little bit of conversation between Jules and Bull from Space Trash!

“I’m gonna tell you something, Boss. It’s gonna come as a surprise to you and you might not believe me, but I promise I’m not the only one who thinks it. You are hot.” 

“I’m scarred and...broken” Jules countered almost immediately. 

“Doesn’t make you any less beautiful. Believe it or not, there are those of us who find scars more attractive. They’re a testament to the trials you have survived.” He pointed out. “You have survived trials that would have broken others. You should wear your scars with pride. I do. The patch is mostly for other people’s comfort.” He said with a shrug. 

“Say I was attracted to him…” She began hesitantly. 

“Yes, let’s pretend.” Bull teased.

Jules glared back at him good-naturedly. “Yes, pretend I’m attracted to Cul-” She almost choked on his name. “Commander Rutherford. What would you suggest I do about it?” 

Bull’s head fell back with his booming laugh. It shook his shoulders and jumped Jasoom who shot up to his feet with his bristled tail in the air. A quick survey of the room assured him that everything was fine. Very slowly his tail relaxed and he sat down, head high and chest out in a regal pose. 

“Anything.” He answered. “What I suggest you do is anything at all.” He leaned forward again, resting one arm on the table. “Just know, that being with him won’t change or fix your past. Don’t do anything if that’s what you’re after. If you’re looking to make your future better, then do anything you can, Boss.” 

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Headcanon du jour

The first time Zevran turns down sex, his amor is stunned. Then, all at once they realize how very important that one moment is. The man who has used sex in every way imaginable is comfortable enough to say no. He's used it to kill, manipulate, blackmail, comfort and praise. For good intent and ill will. Yet, he loves this one person enough to speak up about what he wants. And tonight, that's to play a card game and cuddle outside under a warm blanket and a sky full of stars. Zevran is finally comfortable enough to ask for something in return for all he gives.

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Headcanon du jour

Zevran teaches his amor a new word in Antivan every day.

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When Zevran retires to Antiva with his Warden, he takes care of stray cats and even adopts some to live in his villa. 

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Headcanon du jour

Zevran's amor gets the tattoo on his cheek somewhere on their body. He knows they love him, but seeing them with his mark permanently on their body almost makes him cry.

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Headcanon du jour

Zevran loves to play the staring game. Some days he likes to cheat, making faces, tickling or joking. Other days he likes the challenge of a fair game. He loves the intensity of it, staring into his amor’s eyes. And of course, winner takes all.

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Zevran finds a wounded baby crow one day and raises it. His name is Assassin. Zevran finds this funny. His amor is not as amused.

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Writer Asks

@lostinfantasies38​ tagged me for this neato. Tagging the smut coven below!

ao3 name: Jacklyn_Flynn

fandoms: Wow. What a question. Um. Yes. Which ones, you ask? Also, yes. You name it, I’m probably a fan of it. Back in the day (a decade ago *cough*) I used to write a lot of Fullmetal Alchemist and Bleach stuff. Although I don’t really watch anime anymore, FMA is still my favorite and I watch it every couple of years or so. Both of them. Fun fact about Jacks: I cosplayed as Riza for my first ever anime convention, Anime Boston, 2008. (That’s right, I survived Line Con 2008. 7 ½ fucking hours in line. Goodbye day 1.)

I’m going to put a cut here so the post isn’t too long. Under it though, you can see the rest of the answers as well as a smutty WIP snippet. (To be clear, there is NSFW down there. Beware or enjoy!)

number of fics: 13

fic i spent the most time on: Probably Please, Come Back to Me which was my first real dive into multi-chapter work. Space Trash is definitely going to surpass that though.

fic i spent the least amount of time on: Ma Vhenan. I got the idea and it just kind of wrote itself. One of those rare times that my imagination and my brain has actually worked together. 

shortest fic: Not counting the two interview-like works I’ve posted on AO3, it’s Add to Cart, which is a supplemental/spin-off story for the Smut Coven’s Private Sessions project. 

most hits: By 700 hits, it’s Seeking Satisfaction. It’s my first work with my rogue Trevelyan, Preia and involves her no strings attached one night stand with Bull. I did not ever expect it to be my most popular story. I thought for sure a Cullen fic would take that spot. But, Preia may or may not be one of my favorite OC’s of all time, so I’m actually pretty pleased!

most kudos: Seeking Satisfaction again, by a pretty decent margin.

most comment threads: By far, it’s Private Sessions, but I don’t really count that one because it isn’t just my work.  @charlatron​, @kittimau​, @kemvee​, @thejeeperswife​ and @gaymingbinosaur​ have all put hard work and love into it! For my stories, it’s almost a tie between Space Trash and Please, Come Back to Me

most bookmarks: Wow, I’m surprised I haven’t really looked at this stat before! Again, setting aside Private Sessions it’s *ding ding ding* Seeking Satisfaction! Followed closely by Belonging to the Thane which features a super confident Avvar Cullen and is a personal favorite of mine. 

highest total word count:  At 40,478, Please Come Back to Me. Space Trash (only 5 chapters) is super close at over 35,000. Space Trash will be my longest fic BY FAR when I’m done with it. (Which, hang on, it’s gonna be a while.) 

favorite fic i wrote: Smutwise, the horribly named Belonging to the Thane. Smut aside, Space Trash.

fic i want to rewrite/expand on: Preia and Bull

share a bit of a wip or story idea you’re working on: 

She could already feel her cheeks flushing. Whatever it was, the gift was bound to be...spicy. Briall sat down beside him, raising her legs to lay them over his lap. He slid an arm around her with a grin. “Would you like to try something new?” He asked, finally holding up the gift. 

It was made of glass and glittered in the candlelight. The glass was clear, with swirls of cobalt. It was about three inches long in the shape of an elongated teardrop. At the rounded end, a small section about as wide around as her finger protruded and then flared out into a flat circle about the size of a sovereign. 

“And what, exactly, is this?” She asked, taking it from him to get a better look. “The craftsmanship is certainly exquisite.” She commented quietly. 

“Nothing but the best for my wife.” He purred, nuzzling her ear. “That, mi amor, is a toy with a very indelicate name. It is a butt plug.”

“Am I assume it goes in my-” She started, then had to clear her throat. His breathy chuckle into her ear made her shiver. 

“Indeed.”

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Headcanon du jour

Zevran takes his child out into the city during the first few days of their life. He wants them to see the sights and smell the food. The babe is mesmerized by the dancers in their bright costumes and jingling jewellery as he was when he was a child. He takes them to the whore house where he grew up and a few of the older men and women remember him and fawn over the little one in ways they never did o we him. He forgives them though. That was a different time and attachment was dangerous.

He grew up in the worst parts of the city but his child will not. Despite that, both he and his amor agree that they will know, respect and help those people where they can.

Perhaps, even someday, they will save someone like him and change their life as his amor did. He can only hope, for that was the best thing to happen to him. Until now anyway.

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WIP Wednesday

@cornfedcryptid look at me being all grown up and participating this week! 😂 Didn't even need a reminder.

Anyway, here's a peek at the second chapter of Finding Home, my current Zev/Briall work.

“Ugh, forgive him.” Alistair said with a wave of his hand. “He’s rather crude.”

“Not crude.” Zevran corrected. “Simply uninhibited by social structures. I refuse to hold back my praise, or my pride, at having such a beautiful mate.” He paused and openly looked at Alistair with a smug grin. “Although I do also quite delight in making you uncomfortable.”   

“And I hate that you know me well enough to be able to do it so fantastically.” Alistair grumbled. 

“Anyway-” Briall said a bit loudly to get things back on track. Not that she didn't love how they interacted. It was adorable. “Zevran and I haven’t talked much about it. I suppose we should have on the way here, but I think I was a little too nervous for that. What do you want, Zev?”

He hummed softly while he pretended to think about it. Briall was sure he’d already thought of this long before now. 

“I am sure I will be wearing something dashing. After all, I know how to present myself as a delicious treat. I want you to look at your husband on your wedding day and be consumed with the need to get your hands on me.” 

Briall laughed aloud. “I'm sure that won't be a problem. That is quite my natural state.” 

“Honestly tesoro, just you. That is really all I need.” Yet again, Briall felt her cheeks flush. The way he’d said “just you” in that silky accent and the way that his eyes burned into her made her heart melt. 

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Briall was sure that she would never know her birth family. Thanks to Zevran, the day actually arrives. She has a mother and a father and she can see them, talk to them, touch them. She gets to learn about the past that trauma has erased from her memory and that her family didn’t hand her over willingly. She was wanted. 

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Headcanon du jour-NSFW

Zevran loves being marked. Hickeys, nail marks down his back..he loves everyone knowing how passionate his amor is and how uninhibited he can make them.

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Blood lotus

Oooo, good one! I hadn't really given this a lot of thought before! Thank you!

Blood Lotus :: Is your character a lightweight when it comes to intoxicating substances? How did they come across this fact?

Dejah is definitely a lightweight. She doesn't drink often but when she does it doesn't take much. Her high metabolism gets her there faster, but also sobers her up quickly. She learned this drinking with Bull after killing their first dragon. She had never had a hangover before which Cullen found amusing taking care of her the next day when she thought she was dying.

I think Briall is pretty neutral. She been through a lot but she's still led a very sheltered life. None of her companions we're drinkers except Oghren and he didn't paint a pretty picture so she mostly stays away from anything intoxicating.

Preia however will drink you under the table. Bull is her only real competition. When she left home young she did a lot of rebellious teenager stuff and that was one of them. She also partakes in fun herbs once in while to really unwind. I can imagine her and Bull getting baked and spending the night saying or doing stupid things just to make each other laugh uncontrollably until tears run down their cheeks.

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I adore love confessions! As of quite recently all three of my ships have their official love confessions in writing on my AO3 account, but here's a recap because I'm always happy to talk about them!

Dejah was the one to say it first to Cullen. She was a virgin the first time they were together and the emotion of it all made her blurt it out mid-love making. The words hit Cullen in a very physical way and the first time they came together was with her telling him she loved him over and over.

Although my Warden fell in love with Zevran long before he realized he had feelings for her, she never said anything. He'd offered her his earring and they fought when she refused. They still hadn't made up when she was captured and taken to Fort Drakon. It took the culmination of those events and her possibly being lost to him for him realize how he felt and quantify it. He rescues her and Alistair but it isn't until they're alone later that night that he tells her, in Antivan, that he loves her. He sees her for the first time, bruised but whole, freshly bathed and in one of his shirts and he just breathes it out because he can't hold it in anymore. "Ti amo. Ti amo piu della mia stessa vita."

Preia wanted to say it for a while but pre-established rules of their relationship stopped her. They agree at the beginning that it's just casual. She holds it in so long that she eventually has a full blown panic attack one night. Bull assures her that their relationship definitely isn't casual anymore and that he loves her. He makes her say the words too because he knows she'll try and keep them in. She'd only ever loved one other man and had him taken away so she's terrified to admit she loves someone again.

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Here’s a little preview of the beginning ot the story. There’s some NSFW stuff toward the end so it’s probably best to finish it on AO3!

The wedding of the Hero of Ferelden was just the event that would bring everyone out of the despair of the Blight. A bright ray of happiness the whole country could rally behind amid the construction of memorials and reconstruction of homes.  

Alistair was the new king. She was the Hero of Ferelden. Aside from the coronation, there could be no grander event to show the strength of Ferelden and its resolve to rebuild. And yet as more and more plans by the royal advisers came to be she realized this wasn't the wedding that she wanted at all. It was hard after the Blight had ended. Everybody wanted their attention. 

The problem was that she wasn't used to all of the attention. None of them were. They had traveled alone during the Blight and gone relatively unrecognized from day to day. And yet, everybody wanted to attend the wedding. People she didn’t know who claimed to be close to her or have helped her in some way. It was a status symbol. 

Finally, one morning she’d had enough. She was sitting in another meeting with Alistair and his advisors. They were discussing what foods to put on the menu for the reception. She was already looking at five different invitation types set out in front of her, all of them proudly displaying that Briall Surana, the Hero of Ferelden would be marrying. Zevran’s name was on the invitation, but in a much smaller font on all five options. 

She’d already told them that was unacceptable. These were the revisions. His name in a slightly larger print, but still relatively small. Suddenly, the knot she'd ignored in her stomach during all of those wedding preparation meetings couldn’t be ignored anymore.  

She set down the paper with a thud on the table and looked at Alistair. He was rearranging flowers in a vase like he was going to do them for the wedding personally. 

“I don't want to do this anymore.” She said quietly.