#jac rambles

[therenlover]

Slain (Vampire Hunter!Helmut Zemo/Vampire!Reader) THE MASTERPOST

A/N: Welcome! This is gonna be the home base for all of the chapters of Slain on Tumblr. If you prefer to read on AO3, you can find the fic here. I can't wait to finally share this story with you <3 If you want to be added to the taglist for this fic or all of my Zemo fics, just let me know. My hope is to get one or two chapters out a month, but as of now, due to my current work schedule being variable, I don't have a set upload schedule in mind.

Synopsis: Sokovia is destroyed. Some say it fell to Tony Stark's bomb. Others say something much darker tore the country to shreds. Something supernatural. Something that had to be covered up by total destruction. Helmut Zemo doesn't care about the how, though, or the why; He cares about revenge, and he will stop at nothing to rid the world of those who live to harm it, even if that means going toe to toe with the ancient vampire who killed his father.

Tags: Vampire!AU, Enemies to Lovers to Friends, Angst, Vampire Hunter!Helmut Zemo, Morally Grey Characters, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Rating: E (+18) for later chapters

Current Word Count: 9,900~

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Chapter One: No Compasses, No Maps

Synopsis: The world undergoes change. Helmut Zemo finds new residence and perspective on his journey for revenge.

Rating: M

Word Count: 9,900~

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Chapter Two: Thirst

Coming Soon!

#jac rambles #zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo #zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #fanfiction #baron helmut zemo x reader #daniel brühl #fanfic #masterpost #no y/n

[stardustsynchro]

I got some news left and will post them tomorrow when i get my sleep hours first

#jac rambles

[pigeonwit]

omg I love seeing you in your Noah kahan era

“What were you expecting?!” Davey snaps. “That I’d just – just give up on everything I wanted, turn around and rot here forever?!” “Yes!” Jack cries. “Because I would’ve been rottin' here with you! The world goes to shit, and we’ll still be here, that’s what you said! Well-!” He tosses up his arms, gestures across the yellow, stinking heap of the fields lying fallow. “The world’s goin' to shit, Dave, and I’m still here, so where’re you?!” Davey blinks at him for a moment, a small puff of cloudy air being pulled from his chest. Good. Jack wants to pull him, yank him around a little. Let him feel what it’s like to have your guts pulled out of you. Davey’s fluid for a moment, ripped-raw with nothing to contain him – and then he stiffens, his jaw welding shut, his fists clenched at his sides, his whole body becoming an iron wall. “That,” he seethes, wet and scalding, “is so fucking unfair. You can’t’ve seriously expected me to just – just sit here with no future, no friends, nothing-!” “You had me!” Jack cries, begs, the words tearing holes in his throat. “You and me, and that’s enough – that’s what you said, Davey, that’s what you said-!” “Because I didn’t have anything else!” It rings across the valleys clear and even. Like when Owen DeLancey got so sick of his dog that he took it up the creek and came back alone. And everyone knew – even Davey, even little Les at only three years old – everyone knew the second he’d dragged the poor thing out of the house by the scruff what was coming. And Jack didn’t understand a lick of it, didn’t understand why everyone was looking so sombre and why Medda invited Oscar and Morris of all people ‘round for dinner, until the shot rang clear all the way home. And he felt like the wool’d been pulled on him. Like everyone knew he was making a fool of himself, walking around like nothing bad had happened, and no one’d bothered to tell him. Makes you wonder how the dog felt, is the thought that that memory always leads back to. “Right,” Jack nods. His throat flexes in something that’s meant to be a laugh, but it comes out warped and cracked, spread too thin. Davey presses his hand to his mouth, like he could cram the words back down to where they came from, from the little acid pit behind Davey’s heart. “Jack…” Davey trembles. “Jack, I didn’t-” “So that’s me, huh?” Jack sniffs. The cold bites his nose, his eyes, his lips. He scrubs his jacket over his face, feels the rough fibres scraping the skin. It warms him enough, though. Burnt trails on his skin. “The fuckin' consolation prize, is that it? So just in case it all fell apart, if you lost out on what you really wanted, at least you’d still have me.” He snorts bitterly. “At the very least.” “That’s not-!” “Y’know, maybe you’re right.” Jack says, his words fracturing into frost on the wind. “Maybe you shouldn’t come back for the holidays. Just not worth it, right?” Davey stares at him, quivering like ice about to break. There’s a tremor in his jaw. The corners of his eyes have tinged red from the cold. From the cold. And there’s a downward turn at the corner of his mouth that says he’s a second away from screaming. “Yeah.” Davey spits, acid curling from his lips. “Yeah, y'know what, I think you’re right.” He stuffs one hand in his pocket, clumsy and jolting like his nerves are made of wires, and pulls out the keys with frozen, rigid fingers, flinging them at Jack’s chest. “Happy fucking Thanksgiving.”

do you really. do you REALLY though.

#BROUGHT TO YOU BY: 'all my love' 'she calls me back' 'everywhere everything' 'new perspective' and jac and fizz entertaining my rambling. #newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #pigeon scribbles #javid #javey #ask #anon #stick season au #(i'd call it a small town au or something but. no it's stick season)

[mariegolddoesthings]

Can we get HCs for the five YDKJ hosts, pls and TYSM

12:54 pm

Of course! I don't have that much, but I'd love to share them with you all!

Cookie:

The dude's a trans man. I totally get that he's ashamed of his manhood because his mother wanted him to be a girl. So he would be like "fuck it, I'm going to trans my gender so mother can be happy." He's genderfluid and his pronouns are he/she.

This guy can fit so much ADHD in him. His attention span is horrible, he said it himself. He's just like me fr.

He's open and honest about his feelings, especially after the Binjpipe takeover. This might be canon, but he'll go into a mental breakdown if he vents too long.

Adding onto the fact that Cookie's an artist, his suits for Jackbox Games were self-designed!

It's also canon that Cookie's a good singer, but he's ashamed of it. Trying it once in Fibbage 3? No. He's not doing it again.

Schmitty:

Despite the fact he doesn't wear pants while recording, he loves sweaters and hoodies. He'll wear one even on a sunny day.

Unlike Cookie, Schmitty isn't very open after the incidents in Trivia Murder Party 2. All his cuts, scars, and injuries are hidden under his clothes, and if someone asks him about it he'll just wave them off and tell them it's okay.

My Schmitty wears round glasses, and he tends to break them on an average of 3 times a year. He always has to replace them, but nobody ever notices.

Nate:

I've already posted this one, but he has a sunglasses collection! He keeps them in a box or chest and makes sure they're all in good condition.

He hosts karaoke nights at his house and invites his fellow hosts from The Ride.

He has this expression called "The Nate Stare" which is this look he makes whenever he's disgusted or shocked. He trademarked it himself.

He claims he has amazing fashion sense(which he does) and refuses to wear proper suits on YDKJ.

Buzz:

After getting bullied on The Ride, my boy developed social anxiety. But he still wants to live up to his cousin's reputation, so he's trying to find a way to lay it off.

He's the only host that doesn't attend Nate's karaoke nights when invited.

Living up to his name, bees are his favorite insect. He could ramble all day about them.

He's very good friends with Gene!

Guy:

Two words: Adrenaline Junkie.

He's into sports shoe collecting, but he hasn't made much of a collection...yet.

Speaking of shoes, he does own a pair of Jordans, but they're kind of roughed up.

That's all of them! I hoped you enjoyed reading through these (^^)

#rambles #jackbox headcanon #headcanons #Cookie Masterson #schmitty #buzz lippman #nate shapiro #josh schmitty schmitstinstein #Guy Towers #ydkj #ydkj hosts #you don't know jac #ask #random ask #waddle deeliveries #long post

[herald-divine-hell]

Too Many Thoughts Bro

Summary: I have read too much history books on Christian and Muslim sectarian rivalries, and how the Herald of Andraste, especially Amayian, would have shaped Andrastianism because of the religious position of Thedas. This is basically a ramble post, mixed in with some "lore headcanons" of my characters.

T/W: Religion

What I constantly think about recently is how Amayian's kids transform the position of Herald of Andraste into a prophetic position, aligning him more along the lines of a "Messenger of the Maker and His Bride" than simply a herald for Andraste, and how they utilize religious authority for their own benefit, especially Rhialla.

Amayian certainty uses his position, with major influence by Andraste given his inherent role as her reincarnation, to dramatically shape the legalistic and theological position of religion through the Inquisition. He directs himself, one can argue incidentally, opposed to many of the establish positions found in the Chants; and given the human nature to tie mystical relations with the Divine and Spiritual realm with great fervor, his positions become sanctified by many Thedosians in the south.

For a religious party based around an absentee deity, the conception of a divinely-sent Messenger who arose from the grave of the appointed religious head of a sacred institution, could not have hit the majority of the populace with anything but an immense emotional response that I believe Inquisition fails to capture. Throughout the period after the fall of the Roman Empire, the collapse of Eastern Roman authority in the Near East by the invading Persians and later Arab armies led to immense apocalyptic belief among Christians that Jesus' or an appointed ruler would come and reestablish universal Christian rule upon the "world", bringing "true justice" with him. For a people who believe in an non-intervening Divine Will, the sudden idea of a new divinely appointed figure by their murdered deified savior would have intense political, social, and religious impact. Add onto the fact of social and political discord from the Orlesian Civil War and the Mage-Templar Rebellion, the latter which would have likely occurred immense apocalyptic fears among an anti-magic populace, then this sudden, stabilizing authority through the Inquisition would have greater impact to Thedas than what BioWare, I would argued, showed. For all intent and purposes, the Inquisitor served as a de-facto monarch and authority in a significant portions of Fereldan and Orlesian territory, given the collapse of secular authority in the shape of royal rule by the Fereldan and Orlesian monarchs. (Ferelden is more confusing given that theoretically the Ferelden monarch still ruled all of Ferelden, but I would argue that the monarch of Ferelden like does not have the political or economic might to reestablish authority in regions such as Redcliffe and the Hinterlands, and likely permitted "joint" authority with the Inquisition, because of the economic and social ruin brought about the Templar-Mage war.)

So, because of these factors, many of Amayian's sayings or opinions became, in the eyes of many Thedosians, especially affected by the security and prosperity brought about Inquisition-rule, as divinely-inspired or even divine themself. I am still grappling with the concept of Amayian establishing his own text, and codifying his beliefs into writing, or if its more likely that he does not, which ultimately allowed a well-spring of fraudulent sayings to be produced and circulated.

However, I imagine, questions arose after his assassination and Rhialla's War of Retribution: What is Amayian's position within the hierarchy of Andrastianism; what authority do the children of Amayian possess; and who among Amayian's children are his legal successors, in political or religious terms?

Because Amyaian's marriage to Leliana, the questions above become more complicated. Leliana justified her marriage to Amayian as the Divine as not only a representation of Andraste's life on Thedas with her marriage to Maferath but also the "the holy representative union between Andraste and the Maker", with Leliana representing the Maker and Amayian, Andraste. But because Rhialla began arguing after her mother's death that Amayian was not only the Herald of Andraste but also the "Messenger of the Maker", the questions were further murked by if the Divine should have been assumed or replaced by Amayian's successor...which again lead to the question of who was Amayian's successor.

Because of Rhialla's assumption as the head of the most powerful state in Thedas, many of her supporters argued that she at the very least was Amayian's religious successor, as the new protector of the Grand Cathedral and the traditional seat of Andrastianism. But supporters in Jacqueline's camp argued that as Amayian's eldest daughter, and the inheritor to his political authority through the Frostback Kingdom, she was Amayian's religious successor. Those in Ferelden, who became more unified due to Esmyial's Fereldanization as heir to Alistair, did want to be side-lined by the two other powers in the regions, so religious representatives surrounding Esmyial argued that he, as ruler of the former homeland of Andraste - and to some his eldest male heir, was Amayian's religious successor. During the First Canonical Council pushed by Rhialla, and later congregated in Skyhold, debates were raised and argued by the different factions, that supported the House of Amayian's religious role in Andrastianism but the different rulers amongst the Trevelyan monarchies, and the anti-Amayian faction, which supported, in a twist way, the supportive position in all of Amayian's - living, that is - inheriting religious authority, and being permissible to interpret and establish dogma. The Trevelyan children, especially at the urging of the apolitical Saliasya, agreed that Jacqueline was Amayian's legal successor over his political authority - as monarch of the Frostbacks and house head, but religious authority was established in the "triarchy of equals", where each of Trevelyan monarchs had the right to interpret religious dogma, but the codification of Amayian's thoughts - or revelations - being done by the three of them and the closest companions of Amayian, who were still living (Varric, you're living bitch).

But the religious authority remained contested by the Divine. After all, while the Chantry accepted, in very loose terms, throughout Amayian's life as a "herald" of Andraste, they never accepted his thoughts or beliefs as divine or divinely-inspired. It threatened their monopoly of religious authority in Thedas, which opposition was quelled during the divineship of Victoria because of Leliana's support. The "Proclamation of the Three" reignited tensions between the Chantry and Amayianism, as it was loosely referred to. Yet, according to some loose sources, the sudden death of Leliana's successor lead to Rhialla establishing herself, and her siblings after a brief flashpoint, as the "Servant of the Divine", abolishing the Divine's position, and investing herself and her siblings, with Jacqueline nominal leader, as heads. This sparked a few violent rebellions across the northern provinces of Orlais, and a single one in Fereldan in western Ferelden, which was crushed by a joint operation of Esmyial and Jacqueline. But while Esmyial gave them pardon, Rhialla completely devasted pro-Divine sympathy, and solidified her authority over religious matters in Orlais, as well as her protectorate states in the Free Marches. Tensions arose further with Rhialla's intervention into Neverra and the Free Marches, and it would be in the Free Marches where contesting religious thoughts between the three - Rhialliaism, Esmyialism, and Jacquelism - diverging religious thoughts would lead to conflicts. Only during the reign of Amayian I and II would authority be reestablished under a central entity, but their differing views would still remain even after among dissenting voices within the new Thedosian empire.

Yet, perhaps the greatest achievement produced by the three would be a codified book of Amayian's "revelations", which included his beliefs of equity, equality, and a restoration of elven autonomy that would be granted under the subservient state of the Dales, which to protect their interest was a protectorate of both Rhialla and Jacqueline, as to not be seen as a subservient state of Orlais, though rumors spread that Rhialla enjoyed an elven favorite but those remained uncontested.

#Dragon Age #dragon age trevelyan #dragon age ocs #my ocs #amayian trevelyan #leliana #Rhialla Trevelyan #Jacqueline Dorothea Trevelyan #Esmyial Trevelyan #Jac Trevelyan #ramblings #headcanon

[ofknowlcdge]

Jake meeting Jac for the first time YES GIVE ME!!!

Jac just be commiting crimes, because that be what they do because that's really all they know. Especially when they're not the alter (that he can also be). Like parents right?

Jac trying to stay away from the cops that know something happened but not them, so they have managed just fine and boom at some point they meet Jake, don't know when or where but they meet and Jac just wants to not have a meeting that ends up with them confused as all hell. Nor kidnapped, if that's great, thank you and with no clue why Jake is there. He is though and it's probably moon knight things that's brought him there ad Jac just accidentally getting caught up in it all because that's never what they ask for, but there they are.

but them meeting again after a little while because just oops, and Jac being like oh for fuck sake, can we please not crash into one another like this.

#take this as you will #i just have no muse to write an actual thing #so i'll ramble it to you #deanmcn #[ jac thread ]

[anton-luvr]

shotaro x gn reader and they have a sleepover and they do the cutesy norms like makeovers, face masks, watch movies n gossip but then they start playing stuff like 20 questions and things get personal (gn confesses) and shotaro returns his feels and they kiss and it gets a little suggestive????? (if you’re comfortable, ofc!!) 🫶🏽

# SPECIAL SOMEONE.

𖦹 bf!shotaro x gn!reader | fluff & suggestive | friends 2 lovers au

𖦹 note ; first taro fic here!!! also im so sorry for how long this took irene thank u for waiting and always supporting me :( + reqs are CLOSED, soft hours OPEN !!

Sleepovers after exams were tradition for you and Shotaro.

This time round was no different.

After gossiping about the latest drama in your university over Chinese takeaway in his kitchen and throwing a fashion show in his bedroom with almost all of his clothes, the both of you settled down for more calmer activities.

You would usually watch a movie, but Shotaro had been pestering you for weeks to play 20 Questions with him, claiming it was a ‘fun’ game that would allow the both of you to ‘understand each other better’.

So here you were, sitting cross legged across him on his bed while his favorite R&B songs played softly from his speakers.

“Okay, what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” you ask, looking up from the list of questions he had sent you.

His pretty eyes light up, and he immediately starts rambling excitedly to you about what sounds like a dream of Godzilla doing ballet in New York City.

You’d understand it if you were paying attention, but you just couldn’t help but get distracted.

Shotaro was so effortlessly gorgeous.

His freshly dyed blonde hair suited him so well, a bright color that complimented the shine of love and sincerity in his eyes for those around him. It also made his cherry red lips pop, looking so soft and so plush while he continued talking about his weird dream.

And when he laughed?

It was a melody that you never wanted to stop listening to, a sound that brought out your own smile while your body warmed up at how cute he was.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you look up from his lips to see him staring at you.

“Are you okay? You kinda spaced out.” he asks, head tilted in confusion.

Embarrassed, you nod your head. “Yeah, sorry I was thinking about something.” you lied, grinning sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” he laughs, flashing you his signature smile. “It's my turn to ask you a question now.”

Neither of you say anything as he scrolls through the questions, pouting in concentration as he tries to pick one.

“Ooh, this one is nice.” he giggles, smirking at you as he puts his phone aside.

“What was your first kiss like?” he asks dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows at you in a teasing manner.

“M-My first kiss?” you sputtered, almost choking on your own spit.

Shotaro hums eagerly.

“Well, I’ve never had one yet.” you admit, laughing awkwardly.

At this, Shotaro waves his hand in the air as if to dismiss what you said. "Nah, no way." he chuckles. "Someone as pretty and as nice as you hasn't had their first kiss yet? Lies."

Your cheeks burn at his compliment, but you shake your head. "I'm serious, Taro." you said.

He blinks in surprise at you, mumbling a soft "Oh."

"Well... then when do you want to have your first kiss?" he asks.

You can only offer a shrug as you sigh, lying down on his bed.

“When I find the right person, I guess.” you mutter.

Shotaro lies down beside you too, propped up by his arm to look at you.

“Anyone particular in mind?” he teases, back to wiggling his eyebrows at you.

Oh, little did he know who it was.

First kisses seemed to be something so special and so intimate to you, so logically, you would want to have your first kiss with someone special.

Someone who truly meant something to you.

And that someone was Shotaro.

He somehow manages to sees things that others don’t, looking out for you in situations that always catches you by surprise.

It could be the jacket that he casually wrapped around you at a party because he noticed the goosebumps on your arms, or the time he got you your favorite pen when it ran out of ink and he saw you using another pen in class.

It could be when he offered to piggyback you across the muddy road after it rained, knowing how much you liked your white sneakers and wouldn’t want them dirty.

It could be in moments like these, where just his smile made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “You.”

“M-Me?” Shotaro stutters, eyes wide with surprise while his face flushed a light red.

"Yeah, you. I like you, Taro.” you confess. “You’re the one I’d want to have my first kiss with. It’s fine if you don’t have the same feelings, I just thought I’d let you know.” you add on, smiling softly at the end.

Like the angel he was, you thought Shotaro would reject you nicely, but he proves that idea wrong when he tells you quite the opposite.

“I like you too." he says gently, a dazed smile on his lips.

“No way.” you mumble, frowning suspiciously at him.

“Yes way.” he giggles.

“Let’s have your first kiss, shall we?” is all he says before his lips crash against yours.

You can’t help but smile into the kiss at how right it all feels, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

And even though you were inexperienced, you learned quickly from Shotaro. Soon enough, he could taste your vanilla lip balm on his lips, mind spinning from the feeling of your tongue against his.

The kiss eventually deepens, and a heavy desperation for each other starts to make its way into the kiss.

“More?” Shotaro asks as he pulls away, panting and his eyes darkening with need.

“More.” you answer breathlessly, as you tug him back down by his sweater to kiss you.

It’s soon discarded into a corner of Shotaro’s room as you spend the rest of the night intertwined, hands exploring each other and lips never once leaving each other.

Just you and your special someone.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

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[floredaqueen]

"Mirame"

Billy Hargrove x OC (Isabela Wheeler)

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⚠️WARNING(s)⚠️: 18+ MINORS DNI, Mentions of Sex, Descriptions of Sexual Activity Smut, Cursing, Billy being a D!CK, Cunnulingus(Female Recieving Oral), Dry Humping, L!ght Spank!ng, Mentions of Overstumlat!on, Squ!rting Billy being a HØRNY B@ST@RD

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After they started dating, it was a while before Isa even let her rougish boyfriend see her naked. As tempting as Billy Hargrove was, Isa was a stubborn nut to crack. He wasn't surprised, though. It took him forever to get her to go on a date with him. Isabela just didn't want their relationship to be built off of sex... and she's wasn't ready.

She has been siking herself up for Billy's libido for a minute. In the meantime, she makes him wait, and obviously, he protests and teases the hell outta her.

When they're spending the night at Nova's, he'll take that opportunity and freely walk around in the nude hanging dong for a while or in just a towel. When he's in just a towel, Isabela always struggles to look even a little. Her face would always heat up, and she would be able to form a full sentence without choking up.

While he found that to be cute, much to his annoyance, she'll glance away as quickly as possible if he's wearing nothing, but not before throwing his own clothes at him.

When Billy's studying with her, sometimes the schemeing horndog will just glare at her with the most prominent bedroom gaze. He won't say a thing. Just eye fuck her until the shy girl got flustered under his gaze..

He'll leave lingering kisses on her lips, neck, face, shoulders thighs, whatever he can get his addictive lips on. Isa always dismissed it if it got to be too much for her. Even when they're cuddling and Billy has got his hands comfortably on her back, his would slowly hand travel down to that pretty ass or her breasts whatever was in his reach. She'd shy away and curl up on him so he wouldn't be able to tease any further. It's never really affected him, Billy respecting his sweet girl's boundaries for as long as he possibly could.. until he couldn't.

One day, Billy decides that he's had enough with the constant cockblocking...

. . .

It's Friday, and Isabela is walking through the Hawkins High halls. While walking to her locker, the Guatemalan's thoughts are on finishing her work for the week. As she's grabbing her books for her next class, someone awaits on the other side of hall only to pin her up against her metal locker once she closed it. The larger figure hovered over the studious girl, only to lift her up by legs wrap them around his waist. He'd pin one of her hands against the set of lockers beside her own. It took her a millisecond to realize who it was once he spoke.

"Miramee.." Billy teases and playfully whines, his free hand taking her chin to bring her face up to meet his sinister gaze. She's let out a soft whimper to him. She was used to his handsy affections; his hands would wander around her body, and his lips would peck at places to tease or comfort. This.. this was different. Isabela wasn't prepared for his actions like at all.

"What the hell are you doing??" She spoke in a loud whimper in response, then she began to ramble on and on about how she had to get class and turn in her work. Her delinquent of a boyfriend knew she hated being late, but he didn't care in the moment, his natural half-lidded eyes moving from hers to focus on her plump, trembling lips. Next thing she knew, Isabela was being silenced by the lock of his mouth against her own. He doesn't stop either. Not until he's got her dazed and her cheeks are stinging. Not until he could hear the peeps from her escaping those sweet lips. She tasted so much like grapefruit Bubblegum. It made Billy's head tilt and his hand free hands travel up to the back of her head.

Only when Isabela had dropped her text book, and was gripping the back of Billy's leather jacket in need did he pull away. He grinned at his girl in satisfaction at her now dazed state. Isa's breathing was now erratic, and her chest was rising and falling dramatically. Her eyes were dialted, a mix of their saliva her currently coating her kiss-bitten lips. Temporarily satisfied, Billy willingly put her down, his hands going to her waist while she's sheeplishly hiding her pretty little face from him again.

"We still on for that study session at your place?" He asked all nonchalantly, knowing full well she'd be baffled by his simple question considering what just happened. She reluctantly pushed him off of her, huffing and puffing as she struggled to gather her materials for her next class.

"Go to class!" Isa storms off to her own class all flustered, leaving Billy chuckling to himself as he turned to walk the other way. The rest of the day was a lot more calm, Billy giving a light apology to Isabela when he saw her in the halls again. She forgave him, still not completely able to look at him because of her lingering bashfulness. After that, though, until later that night

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When Isabela finally gets home, she almost immediately pulls out her own homework. She was working on it for a while, her mind still clouded with the thought of Billy's lips clinging to hers with so much desire.. then her thoughts shifted somewhere else... somewhere deep, dark and red. His lips were now wrapped around her shoulder, his grip on her thighs to keep them spread as he pumped into her with great force. Next she envisioned his lips wrapped around her clit, sucking on it for friction as his hands held hers with compassion. The sweet girl could hear her own moans in her head, her thighs squeezing together as she turned her focus back to her homework.

Around seven p.m., Isa hears a knock at her window, walking to it and opening the curtains to find Billy holding himself up on the rail. She opens the door, shaking her head with a soft smile.

"You know you could've just used the front door..?" She protests, helping him through the window and closing it almost immediately after. After her hands swiftly lock the window and close the curtains, Isa tuns to see her handsome boyfriend oh-so swiftly remove that leather jacket she was gripping onto this morning.

"Where the hell is the fun in that?" The insufferable bad boy responded back with his classic grin. He tossed his favorite jacket over the spare chair she had, bringing it over to the desk and near the chair Isa was sitting. Billy then pulled out his own homework and sat in the chair that has his jacket on it. Isa sat back down as well, handing him a pencil and pen as a choice before she continued her own work.

It's silent for a hot minute, Billy pretending to know what he's doing with his homework as if his mind isn't plotting to eat his girl out on top of her desk. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't stop asking himself why she probably wouldn't let him. It took some courage, but he pulled through and managed to pull out a question.

"Why won't you let me touch you?" He asks with concern, like he's been WAITING to ask her that for a while. Isa had to thinking about if she heard him right, slowing down her writing before she looked at him.

"I-..I'm sorry..?" She asked him, finish setting down her pencil altogether to face him.

"Why can't I touch you..?" He leaned in, waiting for her answer with anticipation.

"Billy-" She starts, immediately being shut down by her sexually frustrated boyfriend.

"I'm serious.." His eyes expressed his concern, but also his annoyance at her sustained avoidance of sexual intimacy.

"Because I'm not ready.." Isabela's cheeks began to betray her again, tinting a soft pink as she admitted her fault. Billy sighs, his eyes closing for a moment to push aside his growing impatience.

"But why? Was it something I did or that I'm doing?"

...

With his verbal expression or concern to her came a quick heartbeat, Isabela's own eyes softening while looking at his.

"What? No! Billy, you're fine.." Billy fully turns to her when she says that.

"Fine?" He asks. "Just fine?" He teased, his thick eyebrow raising slightly as be smiled to her warmly. She snorts at his attempt at teasing, lightly shaking her head while her dainty hands sat on top of his. Her eyes found his again, compassion dressing her doe orbs to the nines.

"Billy.. You're perfect," He'd wouldn't admit it to her yet, bit hearing her say that melted something iced inside of him.

"Well, what is it, then? You think you aren't perfect? I know girls overthink like that.." Considering how many girls he's been with prior to her, he thought it might have been that. Maybe she thought he wasn't gonna like what he was, but to him, it was nothing but a guarantee that he would. Isa would scoff, almost offended at his statement.

"Wha! I am perfectly comfortable in my body, sir!" She folds her arms, playfully pouting I'm directly only for there to be a genuine smile turning up on his face.

"I know you are! I've seen you ballroom dancing and shit! I've seen the way you move with precision, and it's like fucking buttery smooth, and I want you to move like that on me," Isa felt her cheeks start to swing again at the confirmation from her boyfriend.

"Billy.." Isa spoke breathlessly to him. The latina remembered when he suggested to the driver to dance practice. She agreed, getting into his car later that day and rocking his world when he decided to stay and watch. All the things he imagined doing with and to her as her hips swayed sharply to the beat of whatever music played in the background.

"So, what is it, Isabela?" It's been a while since he said her name. Her real name, that is. She's been called all differently kinds of names for the last month. She's gotten "babe," "baby," "sweet girl," "hun," "mamacita," and maybe "Isa," here or there. It's been a few months since they started dating, and throughout that, he's only said her name a few times, and it's only been when he's serious about something but trying to be sweet about it too.

"I just.. I'm not.. I've never.. been touched like that before.. you were my first kiss, Billy. And I know you've teased and bullied people for stuff like that before.. and I thought you'd tease me too, and I know I wouldn't be able to handle it. It's also why I was hesitant about dating you, too.. "How could Sex King Billy Hargrove be with someone who has never had a" carajo in her life??"

He'd start laughing, Isa immediately feeling a pang in her heart from it at all.up It's exactly what she was afraid of. But he's not laughing at the fact that she's a virgin. He's laughing because she would think she thinks he would care about that... like at all. He kisses her sweet tears as they come down like the freak of nature he is.

"I only bully people who deserve it, I wouldn't purposely hurt your feelings.." and those addicting lips of his would start kissing her. Her lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, then back to her lips until he's gotten her to crawl on his lip. He'd take a slow whispering to her

"If it makes you feel better," kiss "you can set the pace." Another kiss. Isa's pink lips find his once again, locking them together in a loving kiss. She'd kiss him and kiss him, again and again until Billy's arms were wrapped tightly around her waist while she was comfortably in his lap. The kisses got slow and methodical. She didn't mind a good make-out session, plus the taste of mint gum and cigarettes in his tongue was always homey to her.

In contrast to him, she tasted like cinnamon, honey, and peaches. She was always sweet. It continued for a good five to seven minutes before her picked her up and traveled over to her made bed. Billy sat down on it gently so as not to freak her out while she's tonguing him down. Soon enough, her boyfriend is tugging at her shirt and almost getting off before Isa stops him. Of course, Billy groans, and in habit, she apologizes, even more so when she starts to pull herself off of him. His sweet Isabela takes a few steps to her tallest dress, opening the second highest one.

He watches her pull out that silk gown Nova got her for her birthday. He saw her in it once, and in that time, he couldn't stop kissing her, trying so hard to stop himself from going further. It was like when she put it on, all of his senses heightened he realized how soft her skin was, as well as how good she smelled. Just think about it was putting a strain on his pants. Isa held it out before setting on top of her dresser. She then takes a breath, her brown doe eyes finding his siren blue ones.

"Babe.." He starts, and she stops him by taking her shirt off on her own and dropping to the floor before immediately going for her bra. His jaw almost dropper, but then those piercing eyes of his would stay at her hands before those same eyes settled on the fabric thay was hiding what really wanted to see. I her brassiere was black and white with pink lace embroidery traveling through some of the parts of hem and stitch.

"Mirame, novio.." She softly speaks to him, immediately his eyes divert to hers, the bra gone and breasts are exposed! He looks down after a few seconds, leaning back so he can really look. They look so smooth, and they've got soft freckles near her areolas, which were pretty normal sized considering all the areolas he's seen.. and yet they were the prettiest tiddies he's ever seen.. because they were hers. They were just right. They were small but perky and looked good enough for him to let out a heavy sigh.

"God.." Billy muttered under his breath..

Next was her skirt, which was long and flowy, so that was easy to get off. The girl was just doing a little shimmying downward to pull it off and with that he could see her strawberry pattern panties. She didn't think much about them, but he did, snorting and appeared that shit eating grin as he looked.

"Cute..♡" Billy spoke openly, Isa shooting her head up.

"Stop," She would mutter as she grabbed her skirt and shirt from the floor. Even the way she bent down to grab her clothes was elegant wuth sensual undertones. Isa quickly grabbed her nightie after she hat her previous clothes in a neat clothes bin. Billy would head tilt and bite his bottom lip as she was pulled over that pretty night gown, and finally, she was back in his lap, giving him more kisses and melting into his touch willingly.

Isa would pull off his shoes for him, whispering to him to lay back on the pillows. She then walked to her door, putting her hand on the knob and turning it to make sure it was locked.

"We've got thick walls.. even then, I don't wanna be screaming, " She half joked, looking back at him with those same dazed eyes she had this morning when he trapped her in a love bomb.

"I can't make any promises.." He grins proudly, knowing he's gonna get her to yell out at least a few times.

Soon enough, Isa was once again back on top of him, holding his tanned calloused hands with her own caramel fingers intertwined with his. These kisses were sloppy and needy, and he noticed, especially with the soft peeps escaping her lips almost every time. She was hesitant to go too far, obviously nervous to do what he could tell she wanted to, so he gave her a little push, his hands escaping hers only to caress her waist, hips and grip them before pulling until she found the rhythm he was trying to meet. Her breathing hitched as she moved with him, her quickly finding their place at his clothed chest.

"That's it, Mama.. you can grind on me," and she sooo diiiid, her body rocking back against his all needy and filled with want. Those sweet lips of hers parted, and she began to pant for him. He was eating it up, too, squeezing her waist a little more before moving back to her hips and groaning softly with every stroke he felt from her. She's whimper now, the pace quickening, and he notices something. His jeans are hella damp, borderline soaked. He slowly brought up the silk fabric, Isa not even noticing because eyes kept fluttering closed-- that is until she hears him say "holy fuck.."

Isa stops almost immediately and looks at him, her face is red because she's all hot and bothered but now she's nervous. He glanced back at her quickly before his eyes resorted to glorious sigh before him.

"What? What's wrong?" She looks down, seeing the massive wet spot on his jeans, and then she covered her mouth..

"Oh my gosh, I did that" She slowly slid off, now alight embarrassed at this new revelation. Billy met her eyed with genuine confusion. How does someone not know they're body is able to do certain things?

"..You didn't know you could squirt?"

"..no, I don't really.. touch myself- but I heard it was normal." he looks up at her, then back at her panties. He can see her curly patch and how blushed she was all over.

"Yeah, lose the panties." Isa, immediately getting more nervous and excited, shot her gaze at him.

"Wait, why?" She slowly moves back off of him.

"I want you fuckin' soakin' me" And with that, Isa sheepishly slid off if him all of the way and pulled down her underwear only to feel how soaked they were, enough for her sweetness to be dripping on the her fluffy rug that covered some of the polished wooden floor. Billy couldn't ignore that. How could he? He can't put aside this new revelation. He couldn't wait for the water works to really start.

It didn't take her very long to get back to feeling that delicious friction. With her grinding on him, Isabela's whimpers got a little louder with Billy egging her on with filthy encouragement. He pushed even hard as he laid a swift one on that pretty ass that he called his. He brought her even closer, that same hand sliding up to grip those luscious coffee bean colored locks. That really got her whining for him, her own hand gripped his bicep while the other went for his neck.

He could finally see how pretty his girl was while melting for him. He pants seemed to get tighter the more her sensitive vurgin folds grinded agaisnt his bulge. At some point, she was close, slowling down so it wouldn't be so harsh, but Billy being the freak he is, he shut her plan down almsot immediately. He was more than eager to see her come undone from his touch, and so he pulls her down, kissing her softly but demanding she continue.

"Keep that same pace before, babe. I want you squirting all of this dick.. marking your territory, yeah?♡" He's speak hotly against her lips, Isa moaning back against him in pure reaction.

"Billy..♡" She speaks breathlessly, his eyes not changing. It wasn't a request, and so she continued, sitting back up to get that specific angle from the metal button to her sensitive bean. Soon enough, Billy was getting what he wanted, her smooth caramel legs shaking, and Isa sliding herself mostly off of him and drenched tent in his pants. She lifts up her gown and gives him a clear view of what he's been craving more months and the geyser it was turning into. She whined, her voice getting hallow and light as her fingers pushed up against her clit. He was mesmerized, and she's slightly exhausted.

"God, you're so fucking pretty," While currently spent, Isa smiles at him. It was heartwarming to hear him say that, for some reason, her legs quickly closed.

"No, keep 'em open.." That made her pout, which he found to be adorable.

"But-" She started to protest, Billy only endind up shutting her down once again.

"You can either touch yourself, or you can let me touch you.." He'd demand, sitting up slightly. He really was considering getting out of his stuffy ass pants.

"But.. what about you?" She asked him, her head slightly tilting to the side. She got on her knees, resting her soaked fingers on her broadness of them.

"What about me? I'm not the virgin here.." She hits his thigh, pouting even more. That caused him to laugh.

"Billy!" She huffed, her eyes furrowed as she looked at him with that cute embarrassed expression that made his broken heart mend and melt little by little.

"Which one will it be, sweet girl?" Isa would think about it, but she'd also think about what he's looking like right now. She had only gotten glimpses of her boyfriend because she refused to look every time he was bare to the nines... which means any images in her head are blurry as hell.

"...can I at least see you first?" The timid gal gulped, really thinking about what she just asked him. Billy himself seemed slightly confused by that question. His eyebrows even raised at the request.

"Haven't you seen my dick before?" He was now seated up completely, his strong arms keeping him up while he eyed is girlfriend with a steady amount of perplexity. Her hands seemed to fiddle with themselves as she thought how to respond. Her head shook slightly, her eyes shifting to the mattress.

"Not really.." She even shrugged before her does eyes shifted back to his in their full form. At the sight, his own expression softened..

"God, this girl is so cute," he thought to himself while responding back.

"But I've-"

"You know I look away as quick as possible.." This time she cut him off, the small pout he enjoyed so much persisting.

He rolls his eyes, that smirk coming back to his face as he gets off the now damp sheets. He starts unbuttoned his jeans and pulling them done. He wasn't even wearing underwear, his peen flipping as if it was trying to strike her. She peeped, covering her mouth. Goodness was he hung as all hell. He had to be 8.5, maybe even 9 inches and pulsing with a curve? He looked at her with a concerning look, knowing she'd be freaking out about his size... which she was. It was like the tip, leaking pre, was boring into her very soul..

"..I can't take-- there's no way.." Isa's spoke softky, hrer voice muffled in her own hands that hovered over her mouth.

"I know.."Billy nodded, accepting her expected reluctance at his length. He didn't blame her either.

"Why me..?"

"Why- it's not gonna kill you, Isa,"Isa knew that of course, but even so, she was still nervous about it, although her cheeks were burning from how wild her imagination was going just from ogling at the monstrosity that was Billy Hargrove's manhood.

"Well, I don't know that! It's long and fat and curved and veiny, and it's staring at me. It's like a snake- it can smell fear." Okay now she was being a little silly, a smile even pulling at Billy's lips before he shook his head to resort back to his perplexed offense.

"That's not funny, babe,"

"..it's a little funny." Isa smiled at him, Billy stepping closer, which immediately had her lightly freaking out again. He brings her closer, serving her loving kisses to her lips and nose... until he's fighting her for her own breath again. His firm grip finds its way to her dainty little wrists, slowly pulling her soft hands to his abdomen.

"Y'know you want to.." He says in a lower register than normal, her torso shivering as Billy continues teasing her bottom lip with his teeth and guiding one of her hands down to his length. Her dainty little hands flutter over it, which causes his breathing hitch, and then she'd slowly massage at his tip, which has him moaning into her mouth.

Soon, her boyfriend got greedy, surprising Isa by laying her down and spreading her legs, only to bend down and devour what he was supposed to about 45 minutes ago. He was lickin' and suckin, sucking and licking at her petals and flower bud until she was puddy in his hands, all the while massaging her thighs for more pleasure.

"¡Qué bien se siente, amor! Por favor.. no pares♡" Billy lost it at that point, fawning at the Spanish whining she was doing as she shivered from his grasp. One of his free hands grasp his cock, stroking it with the equal precision while he tended lovingly to young Latina who was currently soaked puddy in his hands.

With her struggling against his grasp to close her legs soaking his mouth and chin, he continued his feast and ate her up effortlessly. He drowned himself to the sound of her moans and whimpers, and whatever else she let escape her tasty lips. When she started to tremble again, he knew she eas getting close. Billy stood back up rubbing her sensitive little clit before tapping himself against her, slapping her slit with his own essence until he saw and felt her juices starting to gush. He chuckled and she squealed, his breathing getting heavier as his lean blue eyes glared at his sensitive latina come undone once again.

Leaning forward, Billy would place his hands back on the prosterior compartment and pushing it back until her knees were near her underarms. He'd then begin grinding himself against her and letting her feel the overwhelming friction of being over the edge, letting out his own moans for Isa to hear while continuing his over stimulating until he felt his own climax.

"Holy shit, Sweetness.." Billy would mutter under his breath, the delinquent placing his head against hers. Next he locked lips with her in a deep embrace, letting a grunt out into her mouth while his semen landed on her stomach again against the silk of her nighty. He kept kissing and grinding, feeling the flutter of her sweet little flower and it driving him insane. It was also overwhelming poor Isa who couldn't differentiate overwhelming pleasure from a harsh orgasm. It also didnt help thay with each stroke his cock fave to her clit, Billy was rewarder with more and more squirt.

Her legs shook, releasing a weak whine for Billy to hear and react on. He heard it, takimg the intiative to stop some time after she had herself another harsher climax, kissing her nose and cheek and leaning back to see the damage he's done. He smiled, his eyes focusing on everything from how her was gorgeously displayed under her, to her night gown was hiked up, and how blushed her body was near the end of her torso. Her ass, her addictive blooming flower, and her God her soft inner thighs.

"Can't wait to fuck that pretty pussy" Billy spoke breathlessly, slowly letting go of her legs and caressing her petal like folds. She winced, still reeling from the intensity she had just experienced.

"Billy!" She loudly whispered once more, slowly sitting up to begin cleaning up. His brows furrowed, confusion and satisfaction on his face.

"What? I can't say 'pussy'?" Billy asked rhetorically, his shit eating grin becoming even more prominent. When he said it again, her cheeks seemed to burn. Isa continued her protest and shook her head in disagreement.

"It's a gross word,"

"It really isn't.." Isa rolled her eyes at his nonchalance. Sure, Billy was a vulgar person, although he was courteous enough to tone it down around with how flustered it made, but right now was different. While, she knew that Isabela still wasn't used to hearing him be extremely blunt.

"Is so!" She says sheeplish as she moved herself up a little more.

"Oh, but I can say 'dick'?" He objects, letting out a slight scoff as he let her go, going to grab his pants.

"Please stop," She's snorting as she's getting up slowly pulling off her sheets, but not her comforter since that was still clean. He stops her, picks her up, and sits her back onto the bed. And while she was perplexed, Isa soon understood when Billy came back with a clean towel from her bathroom closet. While plugging her blow dryer so he can start drying his pants, Billy watched as his now slightly experienced girlfriend got up to light a few candles around the room, as well as grab a few wips to wipe herself off.

He was staring a bit too long that she caught him, only giving him a sweet, timid smile and flip him the bird. He chuckled, nodding as he turned back to his still damp pants. It took him a while but he got them to be dry once again. He walked over to Isa who was fixing up her bed, and neatly tending to her desk.

"Babe, can you hand me one of those wipes?" Billy stood fairly behind her, Isa turning to face him only to hand him a few wipes and planting a kiss to his nose before she wearily returned back to cleaning her room. It didn't take him long to freshen up and be done, his pants were back on and not causing him any more trouble, as well as his white tee.

On the other end, Isa was still working, brushing her hair back in a slick bun so she could sleep, perfecting the bun while she felt the familar sentiment of her boyfriend's calloused hands snaking around her thin waist. Isabela glanced back at Billy, giving him the perfect opportunity for a sweet kiss. She gladly kissed him back, those soft, heart warming peeps returning with each peck to the lips he gave.

"Thanks.." He mutters, his girl setting down her animal printed hair brush while directing her attention to him.

"For what?" Isa blinked, her smile becoming a little brighter, already know the answer to her question.

"For trusting me, I guess. I know I can't be in all aspects.. and I'm working on it.. but you can trust me to please you the you want to be pleased? You know that, yeah?" He eyes softened while hers beamed. She nodded, turning all the way around to embrace him.

"Of course I know that, Billy.. thank you for not being a dick," The Latina girl's arms would tighten themselves around her boyfriend's waist, feeling the stroke of his hands on the back of her head and shoulder.

"Ah, so I can say 'dick'?" His smirk was back, Isa looking up at him with a stern expression. She sighed, and shook her head.

"Billy," He grinned at the monotone call his girlfriend said of his name.

"Isabela," Billy mocked her in return with a similar tone, except when he said her name, it had her melting, he eyes fixed on his as she was silently cradled by the guy who thought pushing her up against the locks this morning was a good idea.

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Thank you for reading! If you guys have any suggestions, I would love to know! Since this is my first time writing and publishing smut for other people to read, I wouldn't mind any feed. Once again thank you so much and enjoyyy♡

And thanks to @buckysgrace for helping me put with this ;;♡

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Pre-drabble :)

the gears are turning. they are turning. they are SO turning. the fanfic brain is working. and leland is my next target (/pos). so here's a prequel drabble to something that hasnt even been written yet!

Cw: they're so fucking cringe and in love ugh i can't eyeroll (i can)

Survivor!Leland x Afab!Reader (third person)

There was something about her smile. Something so sweet. So innocent. Reminded him of the girls in college. The ones who were in sororities, who'd never faced any sort of trouble- a shiny, practically gleaming, shimmering smile. The kind of smile that your childhood best friend would have.

He could remember a time when he smiled like that. Untouched by the world. Practically on top of the world. He didn't see that kind of smile anymore. He'd stopped seeing them years ago. Stopped searching for them.

He still tried to give that kind of smile, to wear his classic cheesy grin, but people knew, and people talked. People didn't believe his smiles, so he'd stopped giving them. But he was smiling now. Not a toothy grin, but he was smiling. And she was talking, and rambling about a childhood story, and he could've listened forever.

"Oh, there I go again. I'm sorry, what was your question?" She laughed, scratching the right side of her neck.

Leland shook his head. "That's alright, it was a good story. I just wanted to know if you had any extra bags," he asked, looking down at the small container hooked onto her hip, and she nodded.

"Yeah, of course!" She reached into the container, removing a thing plastic film. He took it from her, slipping it into his pocket. "Is he a rescue?"

The man looked down at the gray dog by his ankle, who wagged his tail and looked back up at his owner. "Yeah, he is. Harrier?" He asked, motioning towards the white and brown dog by her side. Her jaw dropped, and she scoffed, pressing a hand to her chest.

"Damn! You're good. Most people assume she's a beagle mutt. How'd you know?" She asked, and he shrugged.

"Been 'round a lotta dogs. You start to pick things up."

"Do you work with them or something?"

"Uh, you could say that, yeah. I help out at a shelter sometimes," he chuckled. "May I?"

"Yeah, totally. She's super friendly," she giggled. Both of them knelt down, and she ran her palm over the mutt's head, and then her fingers came underneath the bottom of his jaw, scratching underneath his neck. "Oh, he's precious," she cooed, her smile somehow growing at the interaction.

He was staring, and he looked back at the Harrier in front of him, who tenderly sniffed his hand. The smaller dog seemed hesitant, and he took his time, only patting her head when he was sure she wouldn't be caught off guard by it. His head tilted, finding the dog somewhat familiar. "Is she a rescue, too?"

"Yeah, I got her about a year ago," the girl replied, letting out an umph as Jacs' head slammed into her shoulder, demanding more pats.

"Jacs, easy," he commanded, but the dog seemed to have caught onto the same magnetism that he did. She didn't complain, simply gave him a kiss on his snout and rubbed along his neck. "Is she from the shelter on the corner of Hansen?"

She looked over at him, and both of them realized how close they were. He took a small step backwards with his knees, and she merely looked away, returning her attention to Jacs. "Yeah, she is. Why?"

"That's where I volunteer," he chuckled. "Kelly, right?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "No way. I mean- yes, but I couldn't let them get away with giving a dog such a human name. Her name's peanut," she giggled, and he couldn't seem to take his smile off of his lips.

It wasn't long before his smile was on your lips too, enjoying the small vibrations of your giggles against his mouth. It drew laughter- real, genuine laughter from him, and you lay on his chest, your head turning to glance at the two dogs on one large dog bed, curled up against one another. There was quiet country music coming from a stereo in the kitchen, filling the air with a sort of domestic tranquility.

"Lee?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"I think we should move in together," you said, and his heart fluttered at the thought. He didn't reply immediately, so you continued. "It's just- Peanut and Jacs get along really well, and my lease will be up soon anyways, I mean, not that I need to move in with you, I can always find somewhere else, but-"

"I'd love to," he assured, running his hand up your back. You smiled again, your charming, impossibly sunny smile, and he wanted to kiss you, but he feared that he'd ruin the smile. So instead, he brushed his nose against yours, and you giggled once more.

You suddenly sat up, rolling off of his body and darting into the kitchen, turning the knob on the stereo. "Sing it, Glen!" You laughed, cranking the volume up loud enough that the dogs woke up, stirring from their sleep. Leland sat up, watching as you twirled your way over towards him, outstretching a hand.

He took it, and you yanked him off of the couch, holding it as you twirled.

"Get a house in the hills, you're payin' everyone's bills," you sang, and Leland laughed, joining in with you.

"Country boy, you got your feet in L- Ow, Jacs," Leland grunted, stumbling on his feet as the large dog pawed at him, his tail harshly wacking into Lee's ankle. Peanut barked, jumping up, and you reached down, picking up the dog and twirling with her. Jacs barked, and Leland reached down, rubbing the dogs head, laughing as he did so.

Peanut was placed back onto the floor, and Leland held out a hand, which you took without hesitation. The two of you danced together for a while longer until the song came to a close, and Leland pulled you in close, simply hugging you, appreciating you. And you hugged him back, your hands sliding up his back, but you heard his breath hitch, and you moved them back down.

His smile was soft, and you gave him a gentle squeeze. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he let out a gentle "I love you so much, baby."

"I love you too, Lee," you replied, enjoying his warmth for a while longer before you finally pulled away. "Dinner?"

"Hmm... Grilled cheese?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Sounds great."

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Put Me Back In It (I Would Do It Again) Chapter Seven: Giveth and Taketh Away

Pairings: Tav/Raphael, Tav/Raphael/Haarlep, Raphael/Haarlep, Past!Astarion/Tav

Word Count: 6,400~

Synopsis: After some time to think, Tav accepts what she's always wanted, deep down. Raphael and Haarlep are happy to oblige.

Rating: E (+18)

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, Temporary Character Death, Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics

Tags: Threesome, Imprisonment, Emotional Manipulation, Making Love, Vaginal Sex, Unreliable Narrators, Memory Loss, Love Triangle (Maybe Even A Love Venn Diagram At This Point)

You can find this fic on AO3 Here or find the other finished chapters on Tumblr Here

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Tav had plenty of time to think before Raphael came to collect her.

She was grateful for it. There were quite a few things on her mind she needed to parse through before facing him again. It wouldn’t have done her any good to go into their inevitable discussion about the party and everything that had happened after without being fully prepared. Still, he could’ve come a bit sooner, if it had been up to her.

Seeing Haarlep helped the time go by. The incubus came down twice a day like clockwork to change out her food, begrudgingly clean the chamberpot with a quick prestidigitation, and treat her to some small talk. Tav appreciated the reserved, polite conversation that broke up the monotony of her imprisonment. Once things were back to normal, whatever that meant, she hoped the easy companionship they’d built could be repaired. Things were bound to be easier once the looming threat was dealt with.

The threat, though… that concept was difficult for Tav to wrap her head around as were the potential outcomes, even with all the time in the world to grapple with things.

In the night she’d press her ear against the cool stone of the cell wall, waiting to hear the crashing reverberations of combat. They never came. As the days passed Tav was almost disappointed when she was greeted by silence on the other side of the wall, but not because she wanted to escape or see her former friends again. No. She just wanted all of this to be over.

Thankfully, things wouldn’t last much longer. The party’s arrival couldn’t be far away now, given all the time that had passed. As long as Haarlep had passed her message along to the master he could clear everything up with her former party and things could go back to the way they were. The way they should be.

She could curl up in his stupidly soft bed with a bowl of fruit and one of the innumerable fluff novels he kept around for her before luring him into the sheets beside her, if only to feel the sensation of warm skin-on-skin again. How had she ever spent months sleeping on the ground in her threadbare bedroll? She’d only been in the cell for a few weeks and yet she couldn’t wait to be off of her straw-stuffed mat and back on a real down mattress.

When Raphael did come to her, she half expected him.

Haarlep was late with her bowl (she’d been upgraded from oat slop to stew as soon as they’d considered her capable of not purposefully choking herself on a carrot) and with every minute that passed she became more and more certain that the day was finally here. She waited with a somehow eager patience on the edge of her cot, letting the hours drift past without moving a finger.

Then she heard the footsteps pause in the hallway.

Tav gripped the thin fabric and pressed herself into the cot. He really had come. Any lingering doubts about her own devotion slipped from her mind.

Raphael opened the wooden cell door without knocking or announcing himself. His eyes glanced about the room until he found her waiting. She greeted him with a smile. He almost… winced.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Tav murmured, tone plain and unshaken, taking in every glorious inch of him. Her savior. His skin was still damp from a bath and his nails looked freshly manicured. Still, he looked as he ever did: infallible from head to toe. His eyes similarly raked over her, taking in her hunched features with a measured fascination.

Shame she hadn’t had the chance to freshen up before he saw her.

Raphael gave her his best stern look but somewhere beyond the storm, his eyes were soft. “I assume you’ve pulled yourself together now that you’ve had time to cool down, little mouse,” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the half-wet strands. There was something almost boyish in the stubborn man as he leaned against the door frame, filled with a natural charisma that both soothed her and set her teeth on edge. It reminded her of how he’d looked the night she first set her hands on the Orphic Hammer in Sharess’ Caress. He’d had the air of someone who knew they’d already won the game before his opponent even knew it began.

“No need for groveling and apologies, I’ve decided to forgive your transgressions out of the goodness of my heart. What do you say?”

“Thank you,” she replied, and she meant every crooked, breathy syllable.

The devil let out an unexpected laugh. “There. Was that so hard?”

She pasted that eager smile back on and shook her head. It hadn’t been hard at all. Why had she found it so hard before?

There was an easy familiarity between them that Tav took for granted before. They fell into their roles as easy as she breathed. It was different than it had ever been, though, strangely comfortable as she contorted to him and his whims without a hint of shame hiding in her chest. She wanted this. She wanted him. There was no reason to feel guilty for that! Not now that she knew the truth.

It had been her choice to stay at his side all along.

Neither of them mentioned how things ended between them the last time they’d spoken. Instead, Raphael glazed past it as if it were a one-off argument that hadn’t held any weight at all in the grand scheme of things. Knowing there was no more left to say about it… it was the sweetest relief she could’ve possibly imagined.

Tav pushed herself up from her cot, smoothing the innumerable wrinkles in her cotton nightgown as she stood on steady feet.

“If you’re ok with it, could I go back up to the house with you and take a bath? Please? Or maybe just get a change of clothes, if that’s too much?” It took no effort to pull her gaze away from him and focus on the lines between the stones of the floor. Her eyes followed their twisting paths. They ran anywhere but to him and the waiting expression on his face. “I know I’ve given you absolutely no reason to trust me, but I promise I just…” her voice broke, “I just want to feel clean.”

She could hear Raphael hum in consideration before letting her eyes dart up toward him just long enough to catch his pensive gaze. He looked troubled. Oh, how dare she cause him trouble!

“Never mind, I’m so sorry. I just-”

“I suppose I could allow it,”

Cool, blissful relief flooded Tav’s chest.

Raphael came a few paces closer as he spoke, sizing her up. “Only if I join you, though. For your safety, of course. We wouldn’t want a wandering bat to creep their way in and snatch you up while my back is turned, now would we?” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he came toe to toe with her.

Tav’s heart thrummed. Her head spun. She batted wet eyes at the floor again, as innocent as the lamb but begging for his sweet slaughter.

“I missed you,” She whispered.

“Of course you did,” Raphael shook his head. “What would you do without me? I can’t exactly say the feeling is reciprocated. You can’t imagine how much work I’ve been able to complete without you there to distract me,”

An involuntary shudder slammed its way through Tav’s body. Somehow, though, she stayed sturdy through the chill. That sturdiness only threatened to disappear when Raphael’s arm shot out to steady her against his body.

She leaned into the warmth like a dog.

“I’m sorry. I can stay here if it’s better for you, as long as you visit sometimes. Or not, you don’t have to. I just want what you want. I want whatever is best for you,”

“Tav, I...” He laughed again, breathy and troubled, but she couldn’t focus on it, not when he had just said her name. It sat so beautifully in his voice. Nobody else could have said her name so tenderly if they’d tried. “Can I tell you something, just between the two of us?”

“Of course. Anything.”

The devil leaned in, placing his lips close to the sensitive shell of her ear. His breath was a gust of chimney-hot smoke on her skin. “I did miss you bothering me.” His thumb rubbed a small circle into her arm. “In fact, at least once an hour I look up from my work and find myself more than disappointed to not see you peeking into my office, trying to lure me to bed.” He pulled his face away from hers. His eyes were filled with fire.

“Oh,” Tav gulped.

“Oh?” Raphael tilted his head slightly. “That’s all you have to say to me? ‘Oh?’”

He was still laughing under his breath. How was he always laughing? She hoped so desperately he was laughing with her and not at her.

“How does it make you feel, Tav, knowing I missed you?”

She felt the urge to shudder again from somewhere deep in her stomach, but it was a warm shudder this time.

“Good,” She whispered.

He smiled his toothy smile. “Good.”

And without warning he was kissing her, pressing his tongue against her chapped, waiting lips, and she was letting him in, wrapping shaking hands around his broad shoulders to pull him as close as she could pretend was unintentional.

He was hot and sweet like summer fruit in her mouth. This kiss was different from anything they’d shared before. Kissing outside of sex was so new. Her touch starved body was so addicted to the sensation that she didn’t bother pulling away for air, even as her lungs burned. Tav could drown there in his lips and teeth and eyes until she died in his arms. When he pulled away, she whined like some poor deprived animal.

Oh, how he liked that noise! His eyes said it as clearly as his lips did.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he purred low, “I’m going to enjoy you until the only thing you think about when you see me is how grateful you are to be mine,” His last word was a growl. Guttural. Animal.

And Tav wanted.

She wanted like she was starving and drowning and burning and ailing and his touch was the sole sure to put a stop to it all. Only his lips on her temple could give her air. Only his hands wandering below her dress to squeeze her rear could save her from the flames. But he was flame too; roaring through her ears, singeing her skin, devouring her whole. She was destroyed in the crucible of his body but he remade her in his image, an idol to the best and worst of his heart. Her very existence was a devotion. Nothing remained of her but the gracious pieces of himself that he’d lent to her.

After everything that had led her here, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tav gripped Raphael’s back harder, leaving behind a collage of jagged, bloody crescent moons. Her breaths came in ragged pants.

“Take me home,”

The devil smiled and hoisted her up, letting her thighs wrap around his hips. “As my lady commands,”

She lavished his neck as he carried her effortlessly through their home, their palace, a house of stolen hopes and dreams. Dark bruises bloomed with each kiss. She could feel his pulse quicken and thunder beneath her lips. Raphael’s nails grew long, cutting into the fabric of her already ratty skirt as he walked, wings ripping through the back of his emerald tunic. He was losing control of himself with every taunting moment that passed.

Finally, she held an ounce of power in her shaking hands.

Despite that, though, his touch was still intentionally gentle. He held her firmly to him without gripping her fragile body too tight. How rare a treat, to be treated so gently while his lust raged on, proven by the growing hardness pressing against her barely clothed core.

She silently thanked him for forgetting underwear when he redressed her all those weeks ago.

Raphael took the stairs two at a time and it wasn’t long before they were once again bathed in the orange glow of Avernus. Its light washed over Tav like a baptism. Had she ever really appreciated the beauty hiding in the Hells? The swirling auroras of reds and yellows dancing in the endless burning skies? She let her lips pull away from the underside of Raphael’s stubbled chin just long enough to close her eyes and bare her face to that glorious, radiant light.

He met her movement with a growl, diving in to mark her waiting, exposed neck with some love bites of his own.

Electricity raced down her sternum and straight into her warming cunt the second he sucked hard against a prominent vein. She keened as his sharp incisors threatened to break the thin skin. She wanted to feel him rip into her, feel him below the surface, feel consumed and desired… he didn’t though. He just laved his tongue over the angry red scratches and pulled his mouth away again.

Around them, the house was quiet. Not a single anguished wail rang out. The only sounds were his heavy footsteps and the mingling of their heaving breaths. Tav brought her mouth back up to his jaw to fill the sudden quiet in her mind.

“The things you do to me,” he groaned the moment her lips met his skin again, squeezing her thigh. “You little succubus you. Spending too much time with Haarlep must’ve turned you into one of their kind, that’s the only explanation. You’ve bewitched me with your wicked wiles,”

Tav’s heart stopped with each compliment. She hung on his every word.

Since when had he been so doting? Taking care to hold her gently, passing out sweet nothings like candies… Had her confession spurred on this new side to his affections? He put a stop to her thoughts as he suddenly shifted the weight of her body to one arm. She opened her eyes to find them in the dining room.

Haarlep was stood near the table and dressed in green again. Their robes glittered as thousands of tiny golden runes reflected the candlelight. They looked beautiful despite the pinched, anxious look on their face.

“Really?” The incubus spoke quickly, curtly. “Now?”

Raphael just continued his walk until he was upon his prey, pulling them in for their own searing kiss. Haarlep sputtered weakly but leaned into the affection just as Tav did. They didn’t whimper when he pulled away, though. They were much too proud for that. Still, Tav knew that look in their eyes as their upright posture softened.

“Yes, now,” Raphael replied. “Join us?”

Haarlep didn’t need to be asked twice.

They moved together to the boudoir, Haarlep’s hands wandering to her hair as they kissed her back and shoulders. She continued her ministrations on Raphael too, using her free hand to unbutton his collar and gain access to fresh skin. The devil was only driven to get them into bed faster with every distracting kiss and touch. By the time they passed through the threshold, though, his patience was waning.

The moment they were safely within the walls of his bedroom Raphael was quick to toss Tav gently onto a cushioned bench beside the baths. When he stood over her with his wings flared he almost looked like a vengeful angel come to deliver her to salvation. How apt. He’d always been her savior, even when she couldn’t see it.

“Do you truly insist on bathing first?” He asked, chest heaving.

Tav took one look at the grime on her skin and gave a sheepish nod. How human of her.

In a second Haarlep was sliding up behind the devil, wrapping an arm around his broad chest. “Don’t worry master, I’ll take care of her. Go make yourself comfortable,”

“Fine, but make it quick. My patience won’t last long today,”

Raphael turned on his heel, quickly extricating himself from the incubus's arms and walking to the bed. He began to undo the buttons on his tunic as his eyes took in the greatest treasures he’d ever owned.

Then the game began.

“Well, hello,” Haarlep murmured as they knelt beside her. “Look who finally rejoined our little family,”

Their voice sounded slightly strained in it’s softness but Tav expected nothing less. Things were still difficult between them and their conversation about Haarlep’s love was still raw in both their minds. They had nothing but tenderness when they ran a hand down her face, though, or when they began to gently lift her dress over her head. She accepted the affection eagerly.

Raphael was nude by then. He settled himself on the bed, angling his body so that he could lounge and stroke himself while overlooking the pair.

It took a lot for Tav to divert her attention away from him long enough to shift out of the filthy cotton nightgown but somehow she managed, letting Haarlep discard the garment somewhere behind them. Nudity didn’t bring heat to her cheeks anymore. Not with the two of them, at least. Being bared down to their basest was so much less confusing than facing the carefully crafted facades each of the three wore, herself included. Once she helped Haarlep out of their robes they were all just skin and blood and bone. Made of all the same stuff.

They were equals.

She brought Haarlep’s waiting mouth in for a kiss before descending into the warm waters awaiting them.

It was sinful, the way the incubus’s hands caressed her skin with the bar of soap, tracing her breasts and the soft line of her stomach, hands creeping low beneath the water but never low enough. All the while Raphael was stroking himself lazily. Tav relished the gentle touch and leaned her back against Haarlep’s steady form. Their own erection was waiting for her, pressing against her thighs.

The second their skin touched Raphael hissed a sigh.

“Careful, Haarlep,”

Then it was Tav’s turn to sigh, because Haarlep was rutting up into her thighs, so close to her wanting heat.

“What was that Master? I couldn’t hear you. I was too focused on this delicious little thing,”

Raphael growled softly, but did nothing, hand falling away from his cock. It wasn’t needed when he could feel every slow, delicious thrust Haarlep made.

“Must you draw this out?” the devil asked.

“Maybe I’m just waiting for you to ask for what you want,” Haarlep taunted back.

Throughout everything Tav was silent, letting soft whimpers escape her open lips with each of Haarlep’s taunting touched. She was captivated by Raphael, and from the intensity of his gaze he was more than smitten with the sight of her. After the frequency they’d been together before the party it was shocking to suddenly go cold turkey from his touch. Now, though, Haarlep’s gentility was barely scratching the itch that grew under her skin.

She needed to be dominated, body and soul, and she needed it yesterday.

As if he could tell, Raphael was finally merciful.

“You’re both clean enough. Get up here now,”

“That didn’t sound like a question,” Haarlep teased, “but I suppose I’ll humor you this once,” And just like that, their bath was over.

Tav felt like a naiad as she rose out of the water, body lithe and entrancing as she fought the urge to bolt up the stairs to the bed. She walked slowly and Haarlep flanked her. Their hands roved over her wet skin, evaporating the water with the sheer heat of his infernal skin. Vapor rose around her. She supposed she must look like some sort of goddess emerging from the mist. Raphael was certainly looking at her as if she was.

He propped himself up on his elbows, waiting, expectant.

She paused.

Haarlep didn’t wait with her. They passed her without a thought, crawling into the big bed like they’d done thousands of times and settling in at Raphael’s side. It looked so inviting. It almost looked… safe. Still, she stood paralyzed.

Raphael held out a hand. “I refuse to start without you, darling. This is all about you, after all,”

Tav was stunned. For what felt like the thousandth time since she’d woken, Raphael shocked her.

He’d called her darling.

All at once, the life she’d never dared to dream was her reality. Gone were all traces of fear and shame. She was Raphael’s darling. She finally had a place to call her own, not for now but for forever. She was loved. She was known. There would be no more imprisonment, no more terror, no more waiting. She was a member of the family. She was home.

The last remnants of thoughts about her former friends dissipated the moment she crawled onto the bed, kneeling above Raphael as he and Haarlep took in her form greedily.

Those people she once knew were nothing.

This? This bed filled with two being waiting to adore her?

It was and always would be everything.

She met Raphael in a searing kiss, letting his hot tongue explore her eager mouth. His hands explored more than that, though. It was as if he were memorizing every curve of her nude body, every scar and blemish. Haarlep simply leaned on one arm and watched it all unfold with a slightly heartsick smile on their face. Usually Tav would’ve done more to make the poor incubus feel welcome, but she couldn’t think that far, not when Raphael’s cock was twitching so deliciously below her.

“I want you,” she whined, and he cooed at her as she hovered, waiting for permission that never came.

“What a sweet thing. Not today, though. Today, I want to try something new,”

The devil was unusually gentle as he wrapped clawed hands around her waist and maneuvered her down onto the bed. She blinked up at him, confused. Haarlep seemed confused too as Raphael came in for another kiss.

“You’ve been so very brave, Tav. How I wish I’d seen your loyalty sooner,” he whispered against her lips, pressing his own to hers almost… chastely. “Let us take care of you. Let us show you how valued you are,”

Was she dreaming?

She had to be dreaming.

Raphael’s hands did feel real. His weight above her was solid and sure, keeping her pressed to the bed as he kissed down her jaw, pawing at her breasts. Even his voice was right as it hummed more praise into her skin.

Her wildest dreams blossomed with every press of his lips to her waiting body.

If she hadn’t been dripping wet before, she definitely was now.

Haarlep’s hands joined Raphael’s, gently rolling her nipples between their lithe fingers, running feather-light nails down her abdomen. Tav could barely breathe through the intensity of it all. Where were the five-minute bursts of intense fucking? Where was Raphael’s usual impatience? It all melted away with her mind as Haarlep took a breast into their mouth. Raphael seemed to purr at the sound of her eager whines.

“It’s like your pretty little body was made just for us, isn’t it Haarlep?”

The incubus hummed a reply, sending a wave of warm breath against her sensitive bud.

Tav arched up her back to chase the sensation. She was caged in by bodies on all sides. It was searing hot flesh on flesh no matter where her body ran.

Raphael brought a clawed hand to his cock again while she writhed. There was no aloof joy there, though, no smarmy grin waiting to greet her as she looked into his eyes. He looked human despite the wings and horns. His smile was a gentle one.

“Tell me you want me,”

Her voice was a shuddered gasp, escaping her lungs and tripping over her loose tongue and lax lips.

“I’ve always wanted you. I need you. Don’t ever go away, I think I’d die without you,”

Truths, truths, truths.

Dirty little truths that wormed their way out over all those tortured years.

He parted her folds gently, taking great care to make sure his claws didn’t dig into the sensitive, wet flesh as he brushed her entrance with the leaking head of his cock. “I don’t want to wait for you any longer, Tav,”

And there was her name again!

The things he did to her, the ways he made her feel- up and down and up again. Raphael had been egocentric and predictable and even then she had loved him. Now, though… what could she do but fall ever deeper into the pit of pleasure and adoration before her?

“Take me?”

“As you wish,”

Raphael entered her in a slow smooth movement.

She welcomed him eagerly.

Through her still-parted folds she watched every inch of him disappear into her, distending her abdomen ever so slightly. He hissed as he bottomed out. Beside them, Haarlep shifted, taking up his usual position behind Raphael and stretching the man easily with a practiced hand and a bit of oil from the nightstand.

So this was making love.

The usual grunts and moans were there, yes. They would never go away. Somehow, though, the connection thrummed between the three as they began their undulating dance. Haarlep into Raphael and Raphael into Tav. She felt it in her chained soul. Every movement was deliberate. Hesitant, even. This was new territory for them all.

Haarlep’s eyes seemed almost weepy above the pair despite their nature.

They felt it too.

“Do you feel good, dearest,” Raphael murmured, bringing his face close to hers. There was restraint lacing every word as he paced his thrusts. Tav flushed hot.

He wanted it to be good for her. It was always good for her, Gods was it always good, but he wanted it to be good for her.

She pulled him closer wordlessly and kissed him like she was dying.

His lips curved upwards against hers.

Tav had thought domination was what she needed, something hard and fast to make her feel alive again. Who could have guessed the effect that the opposite would have on her body?

Each push of his cock into her cunt was molten. Every swipe of his thumb over her swollen clit was electric. The shape of his body was branded into her own flesh by pure heat alone. Had it always been like this? Maybe now that she finally had the ability to do more than just wail and drool as he pounded into her she could see so much worth appreciating. She brought a soft hand up to his cheek. Raphael stalled a bit, surprised.

“I love you,”

The devil yellow eyes found hers. He whispered his answer so softly into her skin that she barely made it out over the groans and breaths and slapping of skin.

“As do I, Tav,”

And then he continued on as if she hadn’t heard. As if his confession had been hidden in the bliss of their lovemaking, as it was to Haarlep. As if her whole world hadn’t imploded and burst out in a big bang of devotion the second the words left his lips

She kept that secret close to her aching heart as he filled her cunt to the brim, finally picking up his pace.

It wasn’t long from there. Haarlep was rutting rhythmically into their master and Raphael was chasing his own release just as fervently, but not without bringing her with him, finding that just right spot to slam as he kept rubbing steadily on her oversensitive nub.

She let herself surrender to him as white hot flame filled her.

Tav was on fire. Her lungs burned as she wailed, letting the reins on herself go as the flames raced up to consume her writhing body and soul. She could feel her very spirit lifting, spreading through the steamy air and drifting down in a shower of ash as her arched back fell and her breathing evened. Finally, she was a hero no more. She was an ember flickering ever so faintly in the pits of the Hells. She was a charred soul, wrapped in the cradle on Raphael’s arms as he heaved and settled onto the bed, letting Haarlep begin to clean them up.

Cleansed.

Pure.

She was tainted, yet pure.

The juxtaposition didn’t bother her. Chaos was comforting in a place like the House of Hope. She let the lasting warmth of their connection lull her into a comfortable sleep as she nestled closer to Raphael’s chest, breathing in time with his quiet, steady heartbeat.

———

When she woke, he was still there.

Thick, hazy clouds of steam floated throughout the room, cooling Tav’s skin as her eyes fluttered open to find Raphael’s chest waiting before her. He’d stayed. Her surprise was outweighed by a body-wide calm. It leaded her limbs, keeping her lazily wrapped around Raphael’s large, sleeping frame even as her mind began to wake. She smiled.

It wasn’t every day Tav got a chance to watch him with his guard down. His usually furrowed brow was slack, and drool pooled at the corner of his slightly parted lips, wetting a small spot on the pillow above Tav’s head. She wiped it away with the crook of her finger. He never looked half as peaceful when he was awake.

Carefully, trying not to wake him, she ran her fingertip along his lower lip.

His great wing twitched slightly, letting the silk blanket he had pulled over them fall below his hip and reveal his nude form. Tav breathed him in like a masterwork. Every plane of his body must have been sculpted by some great god of artistry from deep, brilliant agate. Still sweat-slick, he even glistened like a gemstone in the candlelight.

She pressed her lips to the salty skin of his shoulder.

If Tav closed her eyes again, she could almost ignore the blazing yellow sky outside the window and imagine them somewhere far away, some secluded winter cabin in the far northern lands where Raphael’s body heat would be the only thing keeping her from certain, frozen death in the wastes. He would keep her safe, though, and close. She had no doubt of that anymore.

The beginnings of a housewife fantasy had begun to weave themselves into the soft, delicate places in Tav’s heart, luring her closer to her lover's body.

He shifted in earnest now, his body waking with him. She welcomed him in warmly. Her breath was a warm cloud in the cool, smoky air.

“Good morning, Master Raphael,” She purred. Her hand came up to cup his cheek, placing another gentle kiss on his forehead. “Did you have pleasant dreams?”

The devil mumbled something intelligible, snuffling his face into her hair.

“No need to leave them for me. I’m happy right where I am.” She laughed. Tav breathed him in, the hand on his cheek bringing him closer as she relished in the musk on his skin, still tinged with soap and sex. Cherry and gun-smoke and… lemon? Tav paused, pulling her face away from his. Was that bergamot too?

Smoke sat heavy in the cool, clammy, choking air.

Raphael was still only half awake, but he groaned, stretching an arm up to the sky as he let his yellow eyes flit open.

After that, a lot of things happened at once, the first of which being that Tav realized she was not, in fact, in bed with Raphael.

Lemon had been the first giveaway. Raphael’s soap of choice was darker, something laced with patchouli and musk. Haarlep always preferred a cleaner scent. When Tav saw their eyes, with that distinct yellow glow so much sunnier than the devil’s own, it had only sealed the deal. She didn’t move to detach her body. Instead, she lay confused as Haarlep rolled onto their back.

As the incubus moved, though, they gave Tav an odd look, almost peaceful in it’s sorrow. She could hear their voice echo through her skull strangely while she watched his lips, unmoving.

“Thank you, Tavvy. Sorry about this,”

The very moment Haarlep leaned back, baring their body and chest to the room, the smoke around them seemed to thicken. At first glance, Tav had assumed it was just steam from the baths, but as it coalesced into a tighter, darker cloud she realized it was so much more. Haarlep hadn’t smelled of bergamot. This strange cloud had. Vapor swarmed to Haarlep’s chest in no more time than an eye-blink, and then from the chaos, a body appeared, as if it had been built by every wisp of dark that had been hanging in the room.

She knew that body.

In fact, she knew every sinewy curve and bend. She could have recognized his voice in a room of strangers or mapped the planes of his face with her eyes closed. It wasn’t as if his figure wasn’t burned behind her eyelids, doomed to haunt her nightmares, asleep and, seemingly, waking now as well. Things were different in person, though. More feral. More sinister. More… terrifying.

No.

No.

It couldn’t be.

He couldn’t be.

And yet there he was, flesh and blood, upon her only true friend and equal in the world. She’d been found. It was over.

Astarion.

Tav’s heart stopped beating correctly just about when Haarlep’s did, dark infernal blood spraying her face and body as the attacker turned his lean visage to her.

His red eyes softened as they took in her shaking form; the quiver in her lip and the wetness threatening to spill over her cheeks. He crooked his head to the side. “I’ve come for you, Tav,” The monster crooned gently. “It’s alright now. I’m here,”

She didn’t hear him, though, not with her focus trained on Haarlep’s shredded neck and the way their features began to melt into dark neutrality like chocolate on a summer's day. Their eyes, their true eyes, still lemony yellow but with strange, beautiful flashes of red and gold and cobalt blue, found her; soft, pleading- afraid. So afraid. She’d never seen Haarlep truly afraid in all her years at their side. Facing death alone, though, or functionally alone, seemed to be the breaking point. Their lips moved around a lead tongue, soundlessly whispering the only name that would have mattered, and, as the vampire dismounted from their broken body, she watched the last shaking breath escape their slack lips.

Tav mourned with a vengeful, horrid wail.

Confusion marked all of Astarion’s sharp features, his brow knitting together. He extended a hand to her that she quickly scrambled away from, leaving the bed altogether with nothing more than a thin silk sheet to protect herself. Her nudity before him didn’t scare her, only the vulnerability it brought, the access to all her softest, most vital places.

“Tav?” He whispered.

She did not dignify him with a response to her name. He had no right to know it. He had no right to know her.

“I’m going to kill you,” Her voice was a low growl. “I don’t know how, but I will. And I’m going to make you regret coming here,”

“What are you talking about?”

“Where is Raphael? What have you done with him?”

“Oh, come on! We meet after seven years, I come here to save you, and this is what you say to me?”

Baffled annoyance was growing in Astarion’s voice as he prowled closer.

Tav did not back down. Not from him. She was Raphael’s only defense now, his closest companion, and when he had poured her anew from the fires of his heart he had made her strong enough to withstand this, if only for him. Haarlep had too, in their way. It was thanks to the love they’d shared that she was able to stand strong on her own feet again after so long feeling scared and small. She growled like the deeply feral animal she was.

His guard dog. His last line of defense.

“Where. Is. Raphael.”

Thankfully, Astarion didn’t have time to answer before her question answered itself.

“Beautiful job, darling. I can take it from here,”

Her head snapped back to the shimmering entrance of the boudoir and there was Raphael, waltzing in at the bottom of the stairs with Shadowheart’s bruised form dragging behind him by the wrist. She was upright but battered, not that Tav cared. Tears finally fell as relief filled her chest. The chill in the room was replaced with that signature, flaming warmth that followed the infernals everywhere. She didn’t realize how much she’d missed it until it was gone.

Beside her, Astarion snarled. His eyes darted between Tav, Raphael, and Shadowheart, never pausing in one place too long as he took in his surroundings.

Tav didn’t risk moving. She was placed directly between the two rival men. If she tried to move back to Haarlep she’d have to move through Astarion, but if she chose to move towards Raphael she would have to turn her back on the vampire. It gave him too many opportunities.

“Welcome back to the House of Hope, Lord Ancunin. I can’t say I remember sending out an invitation, but I’ve been expecting you nonetheless,” Raphael spoke with his usual confident air. Shadowheart groaned, trailing behind. “I think you lost this on your way to find my pets.” He raised the cleric’s limp arm. “Care to take back your garbage?”

Shadowheart replied before her companion could. “We’re here for Tav,”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is! So if you’ll kindly let us do this the easy way-” Astarion took a few more steps towards Tav, but stopped, shocked, as she yanked away from his body.

This was her chance.

Stalled in his surprise, Astarion gave her just enough of a window to wrap the sheet closer around her body and make a run down the stairs, slamming into Raphael’s waiting chest.

The vampire paused. “Tav?”

The devil grinned.

“Checkmate, little vampire. Shall we move this to my office?”

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(A/N: And with that, we have gotten to the juicy bit! Thank you for your patience with my infrequent upload schedule, my boss is a bald asshole who saps any will to be creative out of me, but I'm so glad I can continue sharing my writing and ideas despite his existence. On that note, if any writers are looking for a mutual to throw ideas at and get ideas thrown at them in return, I'm your fool! Thank you again for reading, hugs and kisses. Sorry for putting you through the wringer there at the end. It's only a little more suffering and then the joy can start <3)

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[parkerlyn]

Parker Parker, I gotta know, what’s the the story with Cerise and Jac? They seem like a nice couple

Cerise & Jac beloveds!! 🥺 You're right!!! They are a nice couple!! One of The Nameless' not-so-secret older-couple-relationship-goals trifecta, in fact, haha (the others being the Healer's parents and the Sage's parents). You've uncovered this little group of mine so this turned into a bit of a ramble and lore dump sorry askdfaljsa

So the two of them were born and raised in Renescen, but actually met while they both happened to be traveling in Han - it was that love to discover new things that captured each other's attention and led to them falling in love.

Cerise is good friends with Eila, and through their friendship Jac and the Alchemist have become close friends as well (and she helps him a lot with baking recipes). Jac became friends with the Sage's Ba through his love for art, and there are actually some pieces of his on the wall of the Lucky Albatross (and you may see a tiny cameo of the Sage's dads in a part of Chapter 4 Part 2!)

Both of them are elementalists; Jac is earth-favored and Cerise is fire-favored. Though she likes to joke about being Chromatic with her general proficiency in reading people.

The other bit of culture lore I like about them and older couples who use their false names freely is just the bravado and confidence of it. To many it might seem just like a foolish thing to do (and, granted, sometimes people do it to appear more confident than they are). But to them, it's really a statement of "there is nothing a sheevra could tempt me into a deal with, because I have everything and all the happiness I could ever want."

They don’t have children of their own and so spoiled their friends’ to a fault. Cerise is also convinced she's going to be a matchmaker for the Healer, if you couldn't tell from some of her reactions and compliments toward them around the MC ajdfaklj. She's set them up on dates with sons/daughters/children of her friends before, with mixed success.

Okay that's probably enough side-character lore dumping for now haha. Thank you so much for the ask and the interest!! ❤️

#lore #jac #cerise #eila #the alchemist #the artist #the historian

[fizzyjacuzzi]

hi, you can call me either jac or jia!

i created this blog to dump any of my current fixations, and to have more freedom interacting between various fandoms! camping on ao3 is great and all but nothing truly beats scrolling tumblr tags and headcanons and drabbles and sharing here 💗

if you're on staytwt you might or might not recognize me, I'm definitely going to dump just a bit of everything here ehe

interests : kpop (skz ult! 🐶 is the bane of my existence, in case you can't tell from my pfp), fma, utawarerumono, good omens, dc (mostly everything batfam), dcmk, spy x family, ace attorney, orv, sctir, mp100, danny phantom, all things type-moon, atla, dunmeshi, alien stage

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links : ao3 | sfw kpop art twitter (among other stuffs) | instagram

my art archive here is under #my arts

rambles under #jia_talks for headcanon and stuffs, #fussyjacuzzi.txt for random thoughts, and #jianswers for asks!

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[lonelier-version-of-you]

I've been thinking more about the scene where Russ and Henrik talk about John, and I think, as much as I love it for being acknowledgement of John at all, my problem with it is that... it's basically trying to tie into an aftermath to the Gaskell story that never actually existed at the time.

So we got a scene of Russ essentially saying that everything with John made Henrik more cynical and distrustful, which would make sense if anything that happened with John had affected Henrik for more than a few weeks at all, but, frankly, it didn't. Henrik should have been more cynical and distrustful after John, absolutely. But he wasn't.

My initial thought when that scene happened was that it was setting up for the show to delve into how Henrik's relationship with John, and the environment/era he grew up in in general, affected his view of himself as a bi person and how he was going to come out for John only to end up re-closeting himself when everything fell apart. Because, let's face it, we know the John thing didn't change Henrik as a person and it was too little too late for Holby to say it did, but they could have got away with saying it changed his feelings about liking men because that was something that just never came up either way after John and before Russ. But that never happened.

I thought the scene with Serena about Henrik's internalised homophobia was going to finally bring up John again, because Serena was literally THERE for most of John's time at Holby, but that didn't happen either. I know she had her own life drama going on during the Gaskell era, what with Leah and all that, so it's one thing if she didn't realise at the time, but I'd think that after noticing Henrik showing interest in another man she'd put the pieces together about him being in love with John, and mention John when reassuring Henrik, but... no.

I'm just rambling now but this is yet another reason they should have let Henrik have a conversation with Jac about his coming out. I'm certain she would have brought up John.

Anyway, where I was actually going with this before getting sidetracked by those last couple of paragraphs is that that Russ and Henrik scene just makes me even more frustrated that there was basically no aftermath to Henrik's relationship with John.

Both realistically and narratively, I think Henrik quite blatantly should have had some sort of breakdown after the Gaskell storyline. For all Jac was getting the sensationalist breakdown story thrown at her, it was Henrik that needed a story like that (obviously, less sensationalist, ideally). He'd been through a frankly unimaginable amount of trauma in the course of 11 months. I don't know how I'm supposed to believe he wouldn't be in a very, very bad way after that. At most, I can believe he'd force himself to cope for a few months and then have a breakdown. But I can't believe he wouldn't be seriously affected by it all eventually.

I don't know, I'm just sad that there was so much potential in the Gaskell aftermath - potential for the aftermath to save the story, even - and instead there was as good as nothing. And I'm sad that John's importance to Henrik, and him being the love of Henrik's life, never got the acknowledgement it deserved.

#Holby City #Henrik Hanssen #John Gaskell #Johnrik

[b-splendens]

420!!!!! names and the mystery

i can have one more rambly post. as a treat.

1st thing is about names. At least in Danyangju, it's considered basically a given that you will adopt a roughly equivalent but otherwise culturally appropriate name if traveling or staying in another place for enough time. Thus Khanh was called Kyeong growing up in Yulguk, and when she returns she calls herself Haeng-Chun (Hanh Xuan). This is really easy for the culture cluster relying on the same Jade/Yu character scripts, but less so in other places.

People in Yulguk have varying levels of pride in their family names. One departure from real life Joseon is that mostly everyone had family names, but their levels of permanence and meaning diminished for marginalized groups like enslaved people, because they would often be broken up from their families. Additionally, certain surnames became associated with certain stigmatized trades, like butchers. Otherwise, carrying on the family name and legacy was a value that everyone pursued. But people would also adopt different surnames to their liking/social advancement, though as long as this new surname was also passed down in honor, these shakeups didn't effect things too much. After the equalization order, which mandated and registered surnames and clans, a noticeable amount of people somehow joined the elite clans.

People affiliated with these historically prestigious or ennobled surname-clans will take this pride with them abroad. Some Yul emigrants in Bellia will romanize and prefix their surname to a given name of their choice (usually a roughly equivalent Bellian one), then put their clan affiliation as their surname. Jacques or Jac-Dorian Montbleu harkens back to Jak Doryeong of the Jeongsan Jak-ssi. This sometimes happens with emigrants of low standing wanting to seem better in others' eyes; they'll claim noble heritage with this naming scheme even if there was none.

Other Yulguk-in will do the same but instead substitute their last name with a reference to their hometown or heritage. De Mètoun (of Meotun), Leyulais (the Yul), and Desyoux (smushed together "of the Yuls") are all pretty common, and the latter two were common with patriotic temporary exiles who came over during the Sandalwood Wars. But other immigrants also merely keep their surnames in the surname spot. The rationale for putting it up with your given name is to ensure that you are frequently addressed in the Yul way, as in always "surname-firstname," but this logic doesn't hold for everyone. As aforementioned, people for whom family names were historically less useful or prestigious will tend to not care as much.

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As for the murder mystery prelude to the main affair and Khanh's backstory, things have CHANGED.

Khanh, as Vu Hanh Xuan, eventually ends up in Bellia after her family's involuntary political exile from Yulguk. Her thing is that she find's shit OUT, because she hates the feeling of not knowing. Because of always asking too many questions, journalism and mystery solving came naturally to her. In Bellia, she eventually was hired as a reporter/scout and through her own innovations, also became known as a mystery solver and someone to go to with tips. She basically functioned/s as an investigative reporter.

She also never stopped searching for her parent (father or otherwise unsure) and other victims of Yulguk's xenophobic "anti-imperial" purge conducted during the authoritarian years. However, she's always been deeply uncomfortable with the notion of ever setting foot in Yulguk ever again. Given the fact that Jak Noljin was Supreme Prosecutor during some of these purges, Khanh flips out when his surviving nephew comes OVER to Bellia, for whatever reason (to study law and escape his family). This is how she gets entangled in that stupid murder mystery.

She sends Doryeong a letter requesting an interview specifically to discuss the subject instead of meeting him in person, because she's still kind of lowkey afraid? anxious? uncomfortable of his whole family and Yul politicians in general, which isn't helped by the fact that he's ALSO studying to become a prosecutor.

Lo and behold he sends back a fancy invitation to a party with his social club friends that will take place in a secluded mansion/castle/lighthouse, and Khanh goes (it's totally not just his invitation with his name scribbled out and hers written on top). It's also not his party; he just thought it'd be fun to have everyone maybe randomly get a vanity piece done on them, and his friends/the host are either annoyed or enthralled. eventually the party dies down and Khanh FINALLY gets him alone to get to serious talking late in the night, and they seem to be reaching an understanding UNTIL they hear something. they go to investigate.

Khanh loses Doryeong for a moment. Then someone screams(???). She rushes out and at around the same time as someone else, discovers him with the dead body of their host or other friend. Since the setting is secluded and the weather is probably bad, they have until things let up in the morning to figure shit out!!!

yadayadayada, things get solved, the culprit is found, Khanh emerges with renewed infamy/respect and Doryeong thinks she's his friend now. He eventually returns home and promises that he'll do some investigating for her. Khanh stays in Bellia and things carry on.

Then Gil Yonggi's beloved spouse dies, and their children come for vengeance.

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I'm still hacking away at just WHY Khanh decides to go to Yulguk. It seems like too much of a coincidence that Yukyang's head parent was conveniently also the deputy supreme prosecutor that assisted with the charges against her parent that made them disappear. I'm considering that Khanh might actually not collaborate with Yukyang at all and just coincidentally be there in Yulguk after receiving a letter or telegraph from Doryeong. But that feels too vanilla.

My current thinking is that in their parent's diary, Yukyang finds one tiny mention of anti-imperial purges and Khanh's parent, remembers that this one semi-famous detective with a connection to the Jak family is actively seeking information about the affair, and then bluffs to Khanh that if she helps them, then they'll give her the entire diary. Khanh is convinced of their identity because Yukyang shows them the seal of the Gil family that their spousal parent smuggled out of the country. Otherwise, she wouldn't be convinced to literally up and go to Yulguk.

Maybe she feels intense empathy for the Gil? Even though they did do to her family what the Jak eventually did to theirs, maybe she'll swallow her uneasiness to take revenge on the sick and twisted political dynasty. But maybe her main aim is just the information and the truth instead.

So maybe things go like this:

Yukyang's mom/parent dies in poverty and debt

Yukyang is visited by debt collectors after the funeral and fights with them, and almost loses until their estranged brother randomly shows up

in the destruction of their home/storefront, they discover their mom's diary buried under the floor

after reading it Yukyang is like "I want to kill and doom everyone who did this to us" and Yeonseok is like "Yeah, I can agree"

they plan to go over back home with new identities and start digging up dirt on the clan and their affiliates in an elaborate scheme to coerce a confession that one of the jak people DID frame their father/parent

but they don't have a good way of getting in close without being suspicious, until Yukyang remembers/rereads about Khanh and her thing

there's only brief material about Khanh's dad and the other victims of the anti-imperial purge in the diary, but Yukyang chooses to bluff

Yukyang draws Khanh out with a letter alluding to a tip about her father (whom to the public she presents as being just another victim of her community, and not related to her)

Khanh comes out, and Yukyang reveals both themself and their bro with proof that they never died, and they're out for vengeance

they propose a trade: the diary with totally loads of information about her father and information about the Yul legal system and political machinations , FOR , introducing one of them directly to Doryeong and/or his family in Yulguk, and helping their secret dirt-digging investigation that will coerce the family to confess/doom them

Khanh shrewdly accepts, because she senses that she'll be killed otherwise with the information that she now knows. PLUS, Yukyang shows no qualms about burning up the diary. It also helps that she has been deeply hurt by the target family.

Thus, Khanh goes with them to take down the Jak somewhat separately, but ultimately together, with the perfect cover story that she's just going to investigate about her father and others like him.

THERE. I THINK i DID IT.

edit: wait actually a cover story for the cover story is that khanh is going to do a cover story about the upcoming big world exhibition or whatever in Mètoun YES THAT'S IT and doryeong THINKS he's sneaky by knowing what she's actually there to investigate but NO HE DOES NOT

#worldbuilding #jakho #misc #culture #plotting

[the-withdrawn-assertive]

I’m losing my mind @ Rohan Kishibe

I love him so much,,,

Like...

I would die for him 😌

#jjba #rohan kishibe #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jac rambles

[itsmiyamore]

Do you ever feel

#if you get it i love you #jac rambles about stuff