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[picnicbitchsokka]

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[kitasuno]

3AM ; ex!wriothesley x fem!reader

(´• ω •`) | modern au where wriothesley is drunk. and your ex. so why is he at your dorm at 3AM?

skincare, cuddles, fluff, angst if you squint

clorinde 2:56 AM: back together with wriothesley already?

clorinde 2:56 AM: that was fast

you 2:57 AM: WDYM???!??!?!?!? im so over him

you 2:57 AM: why? 

clorinde is typing… 

you 2:58 AM: don’t tell me… he’s at the door again?

clorinde 3:00 AM: yep. said he’s here for his girlfriend

you 3:01 AM: DONT LET HIM IN

clorinde reacted with Whoops!

you 3:02 AM: tell him im almost home…

wriothesley is drunk. he’s slumped on your pink fuzzy toilet cover, eyes fluttering closed as you lean in the bathroom doorway. 

“didn’t we break up?” you ask, laughing at the way he perks up at your voice, his hands encircling your waist as you step in between his legs. 

“somethin’ like that,” he slurs, fingers curling around your waist, “but you always do my skincare before bed.”

you brush his hair out of his eyes, pinning his bangs back with a sparkly kuromi clip, ignoring the way he melts into your touch. you bite your lip and sigh as you wipe his face with a damp washcloth. his pretty blue eyes bore into yours as he scans your features. 

“haven’t seen you in a week. why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asks, cocking his head.

“hold still, wriothesl-”

“wrio.” he interrupts, grip tightening around your waist. “it’s wrio to you.”

you laugh, tilting his chin up, nails grazing against his neck as he complains about ‘those damn acrylics’. 

“okay, wrio,” you smile, rubbing essence into his t-zone. “isn’t that a nickname reserved for girlfriends only?” 

a beat of silence. he looks confused. “you are my girlfriend?”

you tap his bottom lip and he puckers them obediently, eyebrows furrowed as you apply a thin coat of cherry chapstick. “nope,” you say, patting his cheeks. “you broke up with me last week.”

“why would i ever break up with you?” he asks incredulously, wincing as you apply cool lotion on his eye bags. they look darker than usual, you note, gentle with your touch as your fingers linger. 

“something about me distracting you from school,” you say. “you said you were too in love with me.” 

“i would never-” 

“listen, wrio,” you sigh, a finger on his lips as you silence him. “i don’t know. maybe you need some time away from me.”

wriothesley bites at your finger in retaliation and you yelp in surprise. 

“ow! motherfucker,” you mutter, flicking his chin. “some ex you are.” 

wriothesley ignores you, standing up from his position on your pink toilet. he’s sobered up now. “boyfriend,” he corrects, towering over you as you squint up at him. 

“you broke up with me.”

he bends down to press his forehead to the crevice of your neck, mumbling into your chest. “then will you be my girlfriend?” 

“you’re drunk.” you reply, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow, wriothesley.”

“it’s wrio,” he whines again. “be my girlfriend.” 

“tomorrow,” you sigh, shuffling the two of you over to your twin bed. “we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

“will you say yes tomorrow?” he asks, curling into your side as you crawl under the blankets. 

“maybe.” you mutter. 

“not sleeping until you say yes.” 

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “okay. sure. yes.” 

he’s out like a light, snores light as you sigh into his hair. it’s not long until your eyes flutter shut as well. 

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clorinde 10:09 AM : cute

clorinde 10:09 AM: back together?

you 10:10 AM: yep…

[luxaofhesperides]

Wings AU ; requested by @justwannabecat!

“Are you sure it looks good?” Duke asks for the sixth time in an hour.

Tim sighs and says, yet again, “It looks fine. Just give it to him! If he doesn’t love it, I’ll beat him up for you.”

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I could! But you’re right, I wouldn’t. I would just psychologically torment him until he broke.”

“Don’t do that, please. I’d like to actually have a chance with him, even if he hates this.”

“He won’t,” Tim says. He actually stops typing to give Duke a severe look. “Go and give it to him. If you don’t go now, he’s going to think you bailed.”

Duke glances at the time, then jumps. “Shit! Thanks for your help, man!” He’s out of the door before Tim can say another word. He doesn’t bother with the front door, or even going down the hallway. Instead, he opens the nearest window and flings himself out of it, unfurling his tawny wings to catch the wind beneath them and ride them into the city proper.

He briefly considers stopping for a moment to change into his Signal outfit so he can fly above civilian jurisdiction, then decides that it’s far easier to just bend the light around him so he’s invisible. He wouldn’t want to be late meeting Danny, after all. Especially not for this.

He hadn’t been expecting Danny to be into traditional courting methods. Most people tend to go the more modern way of dating, but Danny had mentioned once or twice that he thought it was romantic. He had blushed, mumbling the words, but Duke heard them and went into researching courting methods to see which ones Danny might like best.

Sure, he could just ask Danny out on a date like he normally would if he liked someone, but if Danny wants to be courted, then Duke is going to court him!

It’s why he’s been planning this out carefully, gathering his primaries after his wings molted a few months ago so he could string them together into a thin wing covering. 

Admittedly, this courting method isn’t super common, but the thought of giving Danny his feathers, making it look like their wings are one and the same, has kept Duke up some nights, wanting it so badly. 

Besides, he thinks Danny will like it. Considering the state of his wings after the Accident…

Duke holds his handmade wing covers closer to his chest, flier lower as he leaves Bristol and enters Diamond District. The streets are busy, full of people. Most tend to stay on the ground, wings tucked close to their bodies, but there are plenty still flying above cars and buses that Duke has to carefully fly around. 

It takes another twenty minutes to get to Robinson Park, where Duke drops down to the ground and takes a moment to make sure all his feathers are straight and neatly displayed. Then he walks into the park, heading towards their usual meeting place.

For once, it’s a nice, sunny day in Gotham. Everyone’s taking advantage of it. The park is full of couples and families, walking around slowly, and kids dart through the air, still unable to go very high with their wings not yet fully grown in. It’s nice to hear the laughter and general chatter of people wandering the park. 

Duke doesn’t spend too long walking the paved paths through the park. He steps off of it near the second water fountain on the path, then heads into the trees, passing two moms on a picnic with their three kids rolling around the grass nearby. 

Tucked away in this corner of the park is a small clearing surrounded by thin trees. The tile is dirty and cracked, no one maintaining it at all with it hidden away. 

He sees Danny’s wings first, with long feathers that trail onto the ground, a black that shines dark blue in the light. He follows the lines of his wings back to his body, where Danny sits on a bench, leaning his weight back against his hands as he lifts his head up into the sunlight, basking in the warmth.

He really is so pretty. He insists that he isn’t, but Duke regularly spends time with the Wayne family, all who have modeled before, so he’s got a better idea than most about what pretty  looks like, and Danny fits the bill. 

“Hey,” Duke calls out softly, watching as Danny slowly blinks his eyes open and turns to give him a warm smile.

“Hey! I’m free for the rest of the day, which means we have so much time to complain about things today.”

“I didn’t keep you waiting, did I?”

“Nope,” Danny says. “I wouldn’t mind waiting, though. I like hanging out with you.”

Heart pounding in his chest, Duke walks forward. He doesn’t know if there’s something specific he has to say when presenting his gift, if there’s a courting tradition involved that he didn’t learn about. He’s terrified Danny’s going to reject it. He’s praying that Danny accepts it.

“Are you okay?” Danny asks, standing to get a better look at him. “You seem tense…” He trails off as he catches sight of what Duke holds in his hands, breath stuttering.

“I’m fine. I, um.” Duke steps into the clearing, entering the sunlight, and holds out his wing covers. “I made them for you. You mentioned before that you thought courting traditions were romantic… I don’t know if you like wing covers, but I thought you’d look good in my feathers… Only if you want it though!”

He’s trying so hard not to cringe away in embarrassment. He’s flirted with Danny before, half jokes and half serious, always playful. Duke was smooth then, delighting in how flustered it made Danny before he hit back with his own flirting. Now he’s a hesitant, stuttering fool, tripping over his words and struggling to find the perfect things to say. Maybe he should have thought up a speech, or something. Memorized a few lines to speak his intentions with this courting gift. Done literally any prep for giving the gift instead of focusing only on making it.

Danny doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t move either. He just stares, wide-eyed at the wing covers in Duke’s hands.

That’s a bad sign, isn’t it.

His hands lower just a touch, and he quietly prompts, “Danny?”

Just as he’s about to pull back, step away and try to fix things, messily attempt to salvage their friendship because clearly Danny doesn’t want to be courted by Duke, Danny’s hands snap out whip-fast and latch onto his wrists.

“This is… for me?” he whispers, awed.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s for you.”

“And you’re courting me? Like, for real?”

“Yeah, definitely courting you for real. Do you accept?”

Danny throws himself into Duke’s arms, careful not to crush the wing covers between them. “In what world would I say no?” he laughs, bright with joy. He pulls back a second later, not giving Duke time to hug him back, and turns around, carefully stretching his wings out. “Put them on for me?”

“Of course.”

He starts by smoothing out some of Danny’s feathers. He doesn’t get to do this often; Danny hates having his wings on display for anyone, with how they spasm occasionally, and have empty patches where feathers will never grow in again. The Accident, all that electricity coursing through him, it permanently damaged his wings. There is no healing to be done. 

His wings are lacking too many flight feathers and primaries for him to fly. He’s stuck on the ground now, unable to use his wings for more than a minute. Old burns are still visible closer to his spine. 

Danny prefers hiding his wings away. He hates thinking about the Accident, hates how it’s taken his wings from him, how it’s changed him completely. 

But Duke loves his wings. He loves the softness of Danny’s lower feathers, how they shine in the light, how they always puff up when it gets windy. He’s only gotten to preen them twice before, and he treasures those memories more dearly than anything else.

This easily outshines both those moments.

He gently combs his fingers through Danny’s feathers, straightening them out, then lays the first wing cover over his right wing. His own brown feathers drape over the top of Danny’s wings, hiding the featherless patches from view. He does the same to the other wing, then adjust both until they lay perfectly on Danny’s wings.

As soon as he lifts his hands away from Danny’s wings, Danny is spinning around with a grin, flaring his wings out.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect,” Duke answers. He was right; Danny looks good in his feathers.

He watches, fond and amused, as Danny spins, keeping his wings flared, admiring his new look. “I’m never taking these off,” he says. “I love them so much. I can’t really make one for you, though…”

“You don’t need to.”

“I can’t just accept this and not give you something in return!”

“Well… There is one thing you could give me. Something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“What is it?” Danny asks, leaning towards Duke. He’s eager, ready to please, so delighted to be courted. 

Duke smiles. “A kiss.”

“Done.” 

He doesn’t have time to react before Danny is pouncing on him, hands fisting the collar of his shirt as he tilts his head up and kisses Duke. He pulls back before Duke can kiss back, blushing and unbearably cute.

And all Duke manages to say is, “Cool.”

He’s so good at this.

Danny rightfully laughs at him, then grabs his hand and pulls him down to the bench. “Come on, I promised to complain about my teachers today and I intend to deliver. And maybe later, I could take you out on a date? If you want.”

“Danny, of course I want to go on a date with you. I’m courting you! I thought I made my feelings clear!”

“I’m just making sure!” Danny shouts over him, and Duke can’t resist the urge to pull him closer and pepper kisses along his cheek. “Okay, okay, I got it. You’ve made your feelings clear. I’m going to date you so hard.”

“You better. It’s about time you put some work into our relationship.”

“Excuse you?!” Danny gasps in mock outrage, and they start bickering lightheartedly as they always do.

Even with their feelings come to light, even with a courtship started and a date promised, it doesn’t feel like anything between them has changed. 

It’s just them. Just as it always has been.

Duke couldn’t be happier.

[stillwintering]

All's Fair in Love and Politics (a modern Nessian AU - where Rhys is running for president)

Summary: A modern AU set in the throes of a political campaign. Rhys is running for president. Feyre asks her estranged sister Nesta to join the campaign team. Nesta couldn't turn down a front-row seat to one of the most compelling political stories of the year: a promising upstart with a dream, running a long-shot campaign for president. Little does she know that she's going to have to work closely with Cassian, one of Rhys' top deputies, who infuriates her to no end.

Of course, Nesta and Cassian fall for each other despite themselves. There is drama and politics and idiots in love.

(Nessian focused but lots of Feysand to keep things interesting.)

Read on AO3 / Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Amren was a ruthless campaign veteran. She ran a tight ship. It was a small but efficient operation, with Azriel and Cassian running point on research and fieldwork, respectively. Amren gave Feyre assignments that played into her strengths. Nesta had observed many failed campaigns where the candidate’s spouse was either sidelined or misused. But Feyre was the center of Rhys's campaign, its very beating heart.

By the end of the first week in her new role, Nesta was exhausted but also exhilarated. She hadn't been excited by a political campaign in a long time.

"We will formally announce by the end of the month," Amren said during their Friday morning team meeting. "We need a final push to up our fundraising. Then we can set up field offices in Iowa as soon as we have enough money available."

They were all cramped into Rhys's office, standing room only. There wasn't quite enough space for all of them to fit comfortably. Nesta felt like Azriel and Cassian took up all the oxygen with their imposing size. Cassian always seemed to hover just a tad too close, encroaching on her personal space. She found it mildly distracting.

Nesta held her laptop open with one arm and typed with her remaining free hand, trying not to bump into Cassian's elbow. "We still need to identify your key policy goals for our first ad campaign," she said. "You will need a strong and clear message to build your communication strategy around. I'm not sure the material you have already will play well in swing states."

Rhys nodded. "I'm needed in the House all of next week. We are voting on the new immigration bill. It will be tight." Rhys flipped through his calendar. "Amren, can you find a time for all of us to sit down and discuss this as soon as possible?"

"What about this weekend?" Nesta pushed.

Feyre shook her head. "There's the Hewn charity gala on Saturday," she said. "And Rhys and I are suppose to be at three different fundraisers in Virginia."

Nesta didn't bother looking up from her computer. "Fine then, I'll put something together first," she paused. "You're going to the Hewn charity gala?"

"We're all going," Azriel said. "Rhys needs to butter up some donors."

"I hate those things," Rhys sighed.

Nesta frowned. "In the future, I would appreciate the fundraising schedule earlier."

"An unintentional oversight," Feyre quickly said. Amren waved her hand in acknowledgment. "Things have been moving so fast that I forgot to tell you. Do you want to come?"

The Hewn family were major political donors. They were always looking for ways to bend policy to suit their family's business interests. Keir, the current patriarch, had been particularly brazen in advancing his political agenda among lawmakers with the promise of money and access. Nesta did not trust any politician too entangled with the Hewn family.

But the Hewn charity gala was one of the premiere events inside the Beltway. Despite their terrible politics, the Hewns were old money and high society. Everyone who was anyone in Washington would be there.

"Wouldn't I need a formal invitation from the Hewn family?" Nesta asked, considering. "Is attending the gala a requirement?"

Amren was typing away on her phone, already moving on to more pressing business. "Campaigning is a 24/7 job, girl. Everything is required," she said without looking up.

"You're in the inner circle now," Cassian turned and gave her an impish grin. "Of course, you are invited."

"I'll call Mor about adding you to the guest list," Feyre nodded. "You should be there. If anything, to keep Cassian out of trouble."

---

Nesta was no stranger to black-tie events. But she felt nervous as she entered the stately gardens of the Hewn Mansion. The reception was already in full swing. The gardens were immaculately designed, with well-manicured trees forming a canopy and steel art installations tucked tastefully between flower beds, full of spring blooms. The cocktail tables were spread across the lawn. The large stone patio in front of the mansion was where the dinner tables were being set. A small string orchestra sat just off to the side of the patio, filling the night air with music. The bejeweled crowd was glittering under the gilded lights.

She saw Azriel first. "Please tell me you know where the bar is," she said as soon as she was close enough.

Azriel, dressed in a beautiful midnight blue dinner jacket, smiled and immediately handed her his champagne flute. "I haven't started yet, but you look like you need it more than me," he said. "Don't worry, Cass is coming back with more drinks."

"Thank you, Azriel." Nesta took the champagne gratefully. She took a deep swig.

He watched her with an amused look. "Just Az," he said. "You look beautiful by the way."

Nesta would have normally bristled at the compliment, but Azriel's words seemed sincere, meant to put her at ease. "You don't look half bad yourself," she returned.

Nesta managed to get her finest gown dry-cleaned on time for the gala. It was made of black silk taffeta with a plunging neckline almost to her navel. She wore her hair in a braided coronet and added a pair of her biggest diamond earrings.

She took another drink. "Where is Amren?"

"Oh, she doesn't come to these things," Azriel replied.

Nesta laughed. "Of course," she shook her head in mock disbelief. "And after she said the campaign never sleeps!”

"To be fair," Azriel chuckled. "Amren would definitely scare off all the donors."

"Why is everyone --"

"Az," a sultry female voice called from behind them. "Are you going to introduce me?"

Azriel turned and grinned. "Mor," he said, a tenderness in how he spoke her name. He paused as if taking in her presence. Mor was drop-dead gorgeous -- golden hair and deep brown eyes -- a rare kind of beauty that was both fierce and graceful.

“This is Nesta, she joined the campaign this week."

"Ah yes, the new communications director." Mor shook Nesta's hand. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to meet you earlier. I've been away in California, lining up donors for Rhys."

"You must be Morrigan Hewn," Nesta said.

"We all call her Mor," Cassian walked up alongside her, passing another champagne flute to Azriel. Cassian was dressed in a simple but exquisite black formal suit -- it accentuated his impressive physique. His hair was carefully groomed and swept away from his face. Nesta had known Cassian -- and Rhys and Az -- to be handsome, but seeing Cassian all dressed up made his rugged features sharper, more dangerous.

"She's in charge of sniffing out where the money is," he teased.

Mor swatted Cassian on his side. "I'm in charge of making sure this little show goes on."

Cassian laughed. He threw an arm over her shoulders. "I'm glad to have you back in town," he said fondly. "I don't think I can do one of these stuffy parties without you."

Mor turned, her red dress swishing with her movements. "Come on," she looped Cassian's arm around her own. "I know where my father keeps the good liquor."

Azriel, ever the gentleman, offered Nesta his own arm and they followed Mor and Cassian towards the Mansion. In front of them, Mor was leaning into Cassian, saying something against his ear that made him shake with laughter. They were so familiar with each other, so close. Nesta wondered if they were or had ever been lovers. But then she wondered why she cared.

---

They were all sat at Mor's table for dinner. Nesta found her place card between Azriel and Cassian. Keir Hewn gave a speech, while Mor rolled her eyes. Nesta scrolled through her phone and answered emails, only half listening to the charitable causes of the evening being introduced.

After the 5-course dinner, Feyre finally appeared, looking flustered, dropping into an empty seat next to Mor. Nesta hadn't seen Rhys or Feyre all evening. "God," Feyre sighed. "I think my face hurts from all the smiling."

"Is Rhys still talking to Beron?" Azriel asked.

Feyre nodded. "Yes, the Speaker of the House demands all his attention about the vote next week. I managed to excuse myself," she picked up a piece of bread. "I didn't even have a chance to eat yet. I'm starving."

"Let me guess, Beron wants to poison any chance of immigration reform," Cassian said and offered Feyre what was left on his plate.

Feyre nodded, taking the food gratefully. "He wants Rhys to introduce an amendment to rile up the opposing party," she said. "Beron doesn't want anything to pass that will divert funds from the Defense Department."

"Rhys is not going to do that right?" Nesta asked.

Feyre looked pained.

Nesta felt heated. "This bill is the best thing that has made it out of committee in over two administrations," Nesta started. "Beron is a snake. You can't --"

"Let Rhys handle Beron tonight," Cassian cut in.

Nesta glared. "Don't interrupt me when I am speaking."

Cassian dipped his head. "It's a party," his voice was gentle. "You can chew Rhys out first thing Monday morning for all I care."

Feyre looked relieved. She reached for a wine glass and finished it in one swig. Then, as if remembering something, Feyre picked up her phone. "I have to call Elain!" she exclaimed. "She must be putting Nyx to bed now."

Nesta snapped her attention back to her sister. "Elain?"

Feyre tapped away on her phone. "Elain's been staying with Rhys and I. She's helping with Nyx since we've been so busy with the campaign and all," Feyre explained. "Excuse me," she stood up, pressing the phone to her ear.

Nesta's gaze followed her sister as she walked into a quiet corner of the garden. Her face was full of love and delight -- no doubt saying goodnight to her son over the phone. Nesta's eyes stung. Elain, who hadn't returned Nesta's calls for months, was living with Feyre?

Cassian seemed to notice that something was upsetting her. "I'm sorry if I was rude," he began. "Nesta --"

She gave Cassian a withering look and stood up. "I need to stretch my legs."

Elain picked Feyre. Nesta's head was a roar.

---

Nesta wandered the garden grounds aimlessly, still processing the new information. Growing up, Nesta had always been closer to Elain. The two of them had been thick as thieves. Feyre, being the third, was just a little too young for the activities the two older sisters got into. But since their mother's death and then their father's, the sisters had drifted apart. Nesta took their mother's death the hardest. She was always their mother's favorite. Nesta admitted that, maybe, she had isolated herself long before their father's death six years ago. But she had thought Elain and her were still on good terms. The last she heard, Elain had moved to start a yoga studio in upstate New York. When did she move to Washington? Why didn't she return her calls?

"Nesta?" a man's voice brought her back to reality.

Nesta turned to a pair of amber eyes greeting her. "Eris?"

He smiled; it was practically feline. "Nesta Archeron, as I live and breathe."

She allowed herself to be wrapped in a hug. Eris kissed her cheek.

"I didn't know you were back in the swamp," his voice dropped an octave. "I would have called."

Nesta shoved him away. "You're still the same as ever, Eris."

"And you're still ravishing as ever," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "What disgusting hole did you climb out of this time?" Nesta let herself enjoy the distraction. "How many bodies did you have to clamber over?"

"I'm Chief of Staff to the Speaker of the House." Eris was bragging, not backing down.

"Ah, so you're Beron's new lackey," she surveyed him. Eris looked impeccable in his luxurious bespoke suit, not a single hair out of place. He was attractive -- Nesta admitted -- but too slick and calculating. Yet Nesta liked the challenge -- this heady game they played.

"You still haven't told me what you're doing in DC," Eris asked. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you around these things more regularly?"

"I'm here for my sister." A half-truth.

"I was just beginning to think that this little gala was a giant waste of time," Eris leaned in closer to her, his hand on her back, his breath hot against her face. "It's so like you to always prove me wrong."

Nesta's cheeks flushed. She looked towards the stone patio, where most of the guests were still seated for dinner. She didn't like that they were standing so close together, out on the lawn where everyone else could see them.

Eris looked up from her and towards the party, towards her table where Mor, Cassian, and Azriel were huddled together and cackling.

"Don't tell me you're swept up in that silly little Starborn campaign," Eris said, his voice dripping with contempt.

She didn't bother to reply.

Eris snorted, full of arrogance. "Your talents are utterly wasted there."

Nesta shook him off her. "And Beron is making full use of your talents, I'm sure," she spat back.

He chuckled and let her go. His fingers grazed the small of her back. "When you get bored of that little affair," he nodded towards Mor's table. "Come play with me and I'll show you what real power feels like."

Nesta’s skin tingled in both visceral disgust and -- she hated herself -- anticipation. "You're a pig, Vanserra," she shot over her shoulder as she made her way back towards her seat.

---

Rhys must have shaken a hundred hands tonight. He hated fundraising, hated having to grovel and flatter a bunch of smug egomaniacs with too much money for their own good. By the time Rhys finally made it to his friends, he was exhausted from talking.

"That bad?" Cassian asked when he sat down.

"Beron said he would direct funds from the Congressional Campaign Committee towards us," Rhys said.

Azriel whistled. "And what does he want in return?"

Rhys shook his head. "Let's talk about this later." He slumped against his chair.

Feyre draped her arms around him. "Should we go?" she pressed a kiss to his temple. "Nyx told me he missed how you do the voices in his bedtime story."

Rhys smiled the first genuine smile all night. "Feyre darling, there is nothing I'd like more than going home with you tonight."

Cassian groaned. Rhys and Feyre laughed and walked hand-in-hand inside to make their final rounds.

Mor was distracted. She was looking over them, out onto the lawns of the garden. "Is Nesta talking to... Eris?"

Cassian followed Mor's gaze. He couldn't help the scowl that crept into his face.

"I didn't know they knew each other," Mor said. She was frowning too. Eris was not one of their favorite people, to put it mildly.

"Nesta knows a lot of people who works on the Hill," Azriel supplied. "Maybe Eris had been one of her past sources."

Cassian watched as Eris leaned into her and Nesta pushed him away. The way Eris looked at Nesta -- it wasn't threatening but something else entirely. Nesta seemed only half-hearted in her rebuffs. It made Cassian feel queasy.

Eris Vanserra was a cold-blooded political killer. He had no qualms about who he had to destroy in his path to power. Mor had been unfortunate enough to experience firsthand, many years ago, how ruthless Eris could be for the sake of winning. Cassian seethed.

When Nesta returned to her seat, the table was silent.

"What?" She asked, looking around her. Mor and Azriel did not meet her gaze. "Did you guys all decide to sell the campaign out to Beron while I was gone?"

"We could ask you the same thing," Cassian retorted. He couldn't help himself.

Nesta stood up immediately, angry that she had let herself be seen with Eris. Nesta held the golden fire in Cassian's hazel eyes. She did not want to dignify his remark with a response. "Good night," she said curtly to the table and walked away.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Azriel pivoted to Cassian.

He looked after Nesta as she disappeared into the throng of people around the silent auction inside the Mansion and bit his lip in regret.

---

Rhys and Feyre bid them farewell soon after. Cassian found himself passing around Keir Hewn's 30-year-old scotch with Azriel and Mor. They have been here many times before: at the end of the night, the three of them together, Mor draped over him, and Azriel out drinking them all.

But Cassian couldn't help but replay the image of Nesta and Eris together out on the lawn. Eris was a sly bastard. What did Nesta see in him? He didn't allow himself to finish the thought.

As the night wound down, Cassian tugged off his bow tie. This evening was not one of his finest showings. Mor was busy with something on her phone. Azriel watched Mor. Cassian looked away, running his hand through his hair.

Movements by the Mansion doors drew his attention. Cassian noticed among the crowds exiting the party, Nesta -- in her devastating black gown -- leaving with Eris. He caught Nesta's eye -- blue-grey and steely -- before she turned for the gates with Eris' arm around her waist. Eris's fingers brushed against her bare, exposed skin.

Cassian had a knot in his stomach and he didn't know why.

"You're staring," Azriel said with a knowing smirk.

Mor looked up from her phone. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Cassian sighed, shaking off his feeling of unease. "Just pass me the scotch, Az."

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Thanks for all the support! I haven't written fanfiction in years. But this little story worm got in my head, so I'm relearning how to use Tumblr/AO3 again. Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the tag list.

Tag list: @acourtofladydeath @fwiggle @swifti-ed

[fireheartwraith]

Someone accused me of being a hater and that pissed me off so here are all of my thoughts on the Netflix Avatar The Last Airbender live action series. What I liked, didn't like, what I'm worried about or hoping going foward, etc, in no particular order because I was just hate typing. I tried to separate my rambling into topics, but I did that after I had already typed everything. Enjoy

Zuko and Zhao:

I liked most of the fire nation characters. Zhao took some getting used to, but it was a fun new take on the character. I loved Zuko's crew and Azula's scenes. I really hate what they did with the agni kai and Zhao's death though, it really feels like they missed what those scene's meant for Zuko's character. Everyone already said all there is to say about why having Zuko fight back is a stupid idea so I won't comment on it, but having Iroh kill Zhao also pissed me off. He's supposed to die because of his own arrogance and greed and Zuko is supposed to try and help him because he's the type of person who would offer a helping hand to an enemy, despite his father's attempts at beating the kindness out of him.

Ozai:

I like what they are doing to Ozai, it could be interesting and add depth to the character, I just think it would be less ooc it those moments of doubt and "weakness" were in private? Like, in public, he is always this perfect façade but in private, the mask starts to slip away. But I think they’re going for that, so that's okay. It also adds dimension to his relationship with Azula since she also dons a mask of perfection, and this shows that she learned that with him.

Azula:

Speaking of Azula, I'm a bit worried because since we already sympathize with her, she could not be as menacing and intimidating a villain, but I hope it will work out.

Iroh:

I'm really 50/50 on Iroh. I like his interactions with Zuko, but why was he out there spewing fire nation propaganda and justifying his war crimes. My dude, what the hell.

Katara:

I really hate what they did to Katara and Suki. Let me punch someone. I won’t say much because everyone else has already exhausted this point, but yeah. Katara is so much more than a bender and a little sister. Her mother's death didn't just affect her bending, it changed everything in her life. She had to become her mother and take care of her brother when she was so young, she’s kind, caring, and a little overbearing at times. But she’s also prideful, jealous, stubborn, and has a bit a temper. She's not a perfect girl who smiles softly at the world around her. She's angry at what happened to her, she’s resourceful, she's funny, she's dedicated. This show's Katara is a bender, and that's it. And she's a prodigy at it, became a master all by herself because she don't need no man, no sir. Because #feminism is when your female protagonist is relegated to side character with no flaws apparently.

Suki:

And Suki, oh Suki... what did they do to you? Ah yes, cartoon Sokka is sexist, so instead of having him go through character growth spurred on by getting his ass beat by a girl, we'll just make that girl instantly fall in love with him and have an ungodly amount of sexual tension just so she and the audience can ogle at this shirtless man for a good thirty seconds. Yes, that's much better and not sexist at all!!

Sokka:

I like how they are focusing on Sokka's intelligence and other ways to be a hero since I've always loved that detail of his character (i seriously love when in modern aus he's studying engineering, bonus if he has a minor in arts and literature), but considering he *does* become a skilled warrior I fear this plot thread may not payoff. Like "you don't need to be a warrior to be a hero!! But here's some swordbending lessons just in case" is weird. Similar to that is what happened in the cave of two lovers: changing the answer to the riddle was stupid. It makes no sense in the lore AND makes Sokka look dumb. Couldn't he at least be the one to figure it out? The sibling moment was cute though.

Katara and Aang:

What bothers me most (after what they did to my poor girls) is that the gaang don't feel like friends, much less a found family. Katara isn't Aang's earthly attachment. If they wanted to start the romance when they look closer in age that's fine, but they could still be friends? I mean, they tell us they're friends and very important to each other, but are they? They went on a trip together and talked a couple of times. Katara should have broken him out of the iceberg on purpose because it not only shows how she disregards her own safety to help those in need, it is the inciting incident of the show and should be more than an accident. Again, she’s supposed to be a protagonist, the story is supposed to be told through HER. She's the one who should do the intro!! Not Kyoshi, Gyatso and Gran Gran.

She should teach Aang waterbending. This is Book 1: Water, why isn't that boy waterbending. That would further both the plot and their relationship. Which is supposed to be a cornerstone of the show, mind you. And I'm not saying "relationship" as in a romantic one. They should be friends, confide in one another, Katara should calm him down when he enters the Avatar state because this shows how important they are to one another. Gyatso's memory being what calms him down is cute, but if it impacts what is, again, a main plot point of the show (Katara is Aang's earthlyattachment), they shouldn’t do it. Also, Aang should have tried to firebend and accidently burned Katara. This way, Katara learns she can heal (which again is super important. Anyone remember the season 2 finale?) it also causes Aang to block out his firebending out of fear of hurting others again. WHICH IS ALSO A MAJOR PLOT POINT. Give me back Kataang, the show literally isn't the same without them.

Also, much time did the three of them spend together as a crew? Not that much, I feel like. Where's my found family?

Jet:

There are some things that I deeply miss, like Sokka's argument with Jet about the old man. The cartoon is very anti violence, it is definitely its thesis. We can discuss wether they are right or not forever, but the show is arguing that even though the fire nation citizens in the earth kingdom are living in a settler colony that serves the imperialist agenda, they are still citizens and killing them is wrong. This confrontation is so important for both Sokka and Jet's characters, and turning Jet into a terrorist feels like a betrayal of his character. And no, armed resistance like what the freedom fighters do isn't terrorism, regardless of whether or not it's morally right.

Missed theme:

The other thing I miss is Teo, his dad, and the other refugees being in an air temple. It adds a lovely grey area to the whole thing. Aang is pissed off that a sacred ancestral home of his people has been invaded and partially destroyed by machines (which also serves as commentary on industrialization and how historical sites are torn down to build skyscrapers and factories irl. We come back to the industrialization theme that the fire nation brings to the table multiple times, but a really obvious exemple is the painted lady episode in the third season), but also the people doing it are refugees running from an imperialist and genocidal army.

I think they saw the obvious parallels between the cartoon themes and real-world shit happening right now and decided to sanitize it lest they piss someone off with politics. Which ended up pissing me off.

The bending:

The visual effects where fine. Sometimes the humans ragdoll a bit too much, but that always happens. The bending looks good, but the firebenders attacking the monks in the beginning look just as powerful as eveyone else when they should be op because of the comet. The comet doesn't look thag much of a threat right now. Also in the cartoon is implied that Gyatso suffocated like twenty firebenders and himself as his final act, which is much more badass than what we got.

The creatures:

The creature design is very good, specially the ones supposed to look scary, because even the ones supposed to look cute look kind of scary here. Can you imagine anh child buying a live action Appa plushie? Because I can't. I also wish we got to see more of Appa and Aang's relationship. I understand it's probably expensive as fuck to animate, but we need them to be buddies. Remember, we have the lost Appa acr next season.

Script:

The acting is... fine. I just laughed when Aang turned to the camera and started to monologue about his personality, but that’s more on the script than on the actor. Speaking of which: oh god, please stop explaining every lore detail three times in expository dialogue. Sometimes, it's okay to tell not show (pacing, establishing worldbuilding, etc. It's why the cartoon intro exists!) but must you do it every time? And then repeat it??

Costume:

The score is obviously great, and the set design is good. Costume, makeup, and hair sometimes are iffy, but that’s because some things will never look good in live action. Yue will always look more like cosplay instead of a real person, I guess (I still think they could have just tried a very light blond wig or gotten an albino actress or something, but whatever). Wish Zuko's scar was looked more like a burn scar and less like a black eye. The clothes looked good, just a bit too "new" looking. Show me some dirt! They always look more conving when they get dirty and bloody.

They have points to improve upon, but overall, it's fun enough to watch on a weekend. But alas, the original is always better (not perfect, just better)

[ruruumin]

build a keyboard

₊˚ ᗢ modern au! alhaitham x gn! reader.

⤷ a headcanon involving keyboards.

alhaitham is the type to build his own keyboard. it started with small minor adjustments to his old keyboard, swapping out the switches for softer ones. little by little, it grew until he spent enough of his money for this to become a full-blown hobby.

kaveh was unimpressed by this hobby at first. he does not see the appeal in having a keyboard that simply “feels” better. he’s grown used to the flat keys of his laptop and as alhaitham said: “his ears must have gone deaf if he could not tell the difference between these two keyboards.” 

he’s a very minimalistic person, his favorite keyboard is the neo70. its simplistic, easy to build, highly customizable, and in his book, more budget-friendly than other keyboards he’s built. he adores the meticulous work of lubing each switch and snapping together stabilizers. with a little music, it keeps him busy and calm throughout the day. 

he prefers to have silent or tactile switches. he finds the loud, obnoxious clacking to be distracting and stressful. this is why he doesn’t want to help kaveh build his keyboard. as the blond prefers the louder, clacky keys that cause alhaitham’s eyes to twitch a little in annoyance. not to mention, he’s impatient. kaveh presses his switches too hard into the pcb which ends up bending his pins. 

when you are together, on occasion, he will ask you to build a keyboard with you. if you’re not all into it, then he doesn’t mind. but if you are, he’ll be more than happy to share with you some of his favorite switches. his love language to you would be lubing them for you.

he’ll remember all your favorite colors and materials. if you prefer a beige or neutral-colored board, he’s got you covered. and if you give him an abstract concept to turn into a keyboard, he would do that as well. as a joke, you once told him to build you a sushi-themed keyboard. you did not specify what kind of fish but he was quick to show you his completed board: a dark green case with a nicepbt nigiri keycap set. 

you are the only person allowed to touch his keyboards, on the condition that you have clean hands of course. and if you would let him, he would build you one of his favorites. when he sees it on your desk, his heart beats a little faster than it was before. a small gesture that you’ve accepted his absurd yet endearing hobby.

“ah, you put your stabilizers wrong, let me help you,” leaning over you, he pops them out to fix their position. he gives you a short kiss on your forehead when it is finished. “this is where it should be.” 

⤷ notes; might be a little self-indulgent. i also have a neo70 and its my first "budget" keyboard. its a really pretty board but i plan on replacing it with the zoom65v3.

[waywardangel-wilds]

there’s this popular TikTok account called “North Valley Group” about 3 brothers who work in their dad’s business and it’s giving me Mellark brothers vibes 😭 I can imagine them having a similar account for the bakery in a modern AU and barely actually posting bakery related content and more of them just goofing off and becoming viral sensations for being a funny menaces to society/ Mr. Mellark 😂

OH MY GOSH

Tell me this isn't the Mellark brother! Are you kidding me?

Okay so this might end up becoming a recurring thing I write about but:

"Do I start?" Peeta asked while trying to hold back a laugh. He was bending his knees as if he was about to get jumped instead of filming a Tiktok for the bakery.

"You're so fucking annoying. Shut up," Rye whined in a singing voice as he fiddled with the tripod. He had his beat-up iPhone pointed at his younger brother, and behind him, Bannock stood with a broom in hand, trying hard to appear uninterested.

"This is actually the stupidest thing you guys have ever done," Delly commented from where she lay sprawled out on a booth in the empty dining room. "Just letting ya'll know."

"Oh my god, you're so amazing; you're so smart," Peeta replied in a quick and mocking tone, Delly offered him the one-finger salute.

"Okay, go," Rye pointed at him, and Peeta picked up a half-empty container of flour and poured it over his own head. Rye snickered as he followed him around the bakery, where Peeta did more random things.

"Never let them know your next move," Rye typed into the description right before he posted the video with an obnoxious number of unrelated hashtags. "Look."

Both brothers huddled around the phone to watch the video on repeat, snickering like a couple of kids. Bannock walked over after a moment to have a look too. They were about to make another video, this time with Bannock, when their dad walked in the back door.

"What the hell is happening in here," the older man boomed, dropping their groceries on the floor. "Why is there flour all over my floor?!"

[glowmiko]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🍚 . . ★ く♡ __ 🗞 ~ CRYBABY ! STEPBROTHER! XIAO

cw › stepcest. afab!reader. modern au type beat. mutual masturbation. fingering. degradation &&. sum praising. name calling ( whore , bitch.) missionary position. humilation. cum play. breeding. unprotected sex. heavy dirty talk. kinda embarrassed

a/n › am I kinda flustered from the dislogue techniques I used? mhm. ik I always do degradation.. but I can't help it 🧘‍♀️ mdni.

a prized possession. that was a suited title for you. churned to a sloppy slut by your lovely step brother. you were a fool— his fool. he was sly, sneaking up behind you, hands groping your body; manipulating you in ways he'd have you converted to a sinful girl.

yet, you'd comply. you loved it. sneaking away to your cozy room, his silhouette following close behind. it was a thrill. amusement and lust built up from hiding your secret relationship from the world.

he treated you like shit once the wooden doors had been shut. fingers clutching your chin, lips layering yours in rough kisses. murmuring rude comments so very close to your skin. "wanna feel good?"

he leaned in as you nodded, never taking a slight second to hesitate. his lips kissed his teeth, hands shoving his briefs off his thighs. he held his pretty dick, thumb rubbing over the leaking slit. "gonna have to show me you really want it."

you bit your lip, quickly spreading your thighs, fingers sneaking past your thin panties. goosebumps littered across your body, a heavy moan loosely escaping your lips, the cold print of your finger dusting over your clit.

a grunt rolls off the tip of his tongue, his wrist jerking at his cock; using his right hand to pull the string of your panties, sliding the fabric off your legs. his eyes are keen, tongue drenched in saliva, veins to his dick growing in thickness. fixated on the way your fingers spread your cunt, fingers sliding in your hole. his hands are going numb, heat from his palms rubbing off on his hard cock.

your knees rocked in circles, digging your fingers in your cunt, shy moans hushed behind your breathing.

sweat piled on his forehead, his hips jerking toward you, heavy groans emptying from him, hands stiffening against his length, thick strings of cum dripping down onto your cunt. xiao was dazed, a light moan contributing to your arousal.

you sucked on your lip, your fingertips playing with the cum that'd leaked from his cock, spreading the warmth across your slit. you knew he was watching you, rubbing his cum all over your cunt. you were trashing yourself, rather than letting him humiliate you.

he dug his fingers into your thighs, dragging you away from the comfort of your pillow. "feels good? hm?" the head of his cock kissed your sticky slit. "want s'more?" his lips traced a snicker, hands puckered within your inner thighs.

you nodded, "want it all!"

"yeah?" he chuckled, his fingers sliding up your slit. you were dirtied with his cum, leaving a glossy layer against your skin. he slipped his fingers past your hole, bending his fingertips, wrists flipped upside down as his free hand kept your leg from closing up on him. "like that? like getting your pussy fucked by me?"

you gripped the pillow, fingernails digging into the silk sleeving of the pillowcase. frustration built up in you, the rejection of your legs wanting to pull in as you peaked your climax; forcing a rain of shivering to fall over your body. "g-gonna cum, gonna cum xiao!" you doubled in pronunciation, a small whine following after the tremble of your lips; breaths uneasy as your lungs grasped the earth.

"god, you're fuckin' filthy." he spat, hovering over your quaking body, the head of his cock pressing against your cunt. "my lil bitch in heat?" he falsely cooed down at your puffy face, sliding his cock in, he positioned his hands on your hips. he tuned into your moan, pressing you down against the mattress as his hips hit your thighs. he was etching his way into you, filling you with his thick cock. "love gettin' fucked like this? gonna take all my cum?" his series of questions rolled over your brain, your tits shoved up against his chest.

you were pinned down, the force of his hips invading everything you ever cherished. heat spread across your cheeks, the way he fucked you flourishing embarrassment across your body. your legs were folded up against your belly, your cum covered cunt stretched with his cock. "taking my dick so well, yeah?" he groaned, "wanna be embarrassed now? while you're getting fucked stupid?" he couldn't help but chuckle. "love getting that pussy ruined in hiding?" his words took play on you, the wanted rise of your climax hitting you horribly. he was spitting his venom all over you, yet you fucking loved it. you were in fits of moans, cumming on his cock.

his hand slapped the side of your thigh, "wish everyone could see you, being the fucking whore you are." he spoke his final words, pressing up against you, the warmth of his thick cum radiating your skin, spreading the sin across each wedge of your body.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

100 Follower Event!

Event Closed

Welcome to my 100 follower event! *blows noisemakers* So since I got the last few followers faster than I expected, I figured I’d run my event like I’ve been doing everything else on tumblr, by winging it recklessly!

Ace: Pretty sure you actually planned this, besides, isn’t reckless shit what we do? *gestures to him, Sabo, and Luffy*

Hush you! So without further adieu, my 100 follower event! *pulls string on banner to unfurl it revealing the words ‘Guardian Event’*

The event is simple, it was based off my Luffy Guardian Angel fic. Pick a type of Guardian from the list 

Angel

Demon

Spirit

Ancestor

House Gremlin

Other (give me an idea or guardian mythology)

Pick what kind of fic you want it to be (Fluff, Angst, or NSFW). 

Pick a prompt (or two if you do so wish) from the prompt list below:

Multi-type prompts, pick from Fluff, Angst, or NSFW

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“You’re making me lose my mind.”

“I don’t get it, I really don’t get you.”

“Wait, are you sure?”

Fluff

“Have you ever felt like this before?”

“Can you stay with me?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Can I see your beautiful smile?”

“Please, can this moment last forever?”

“Can you feel my heart beating?”

“One kiss is never enough”

“I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

“You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you.” 

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Angst prompts

“Do you love me?”

“Is it worth it?”

“Why are you lying?”

“When did it all go wrong?”

“How is any of this okay?”

“Do you care at all?”

“Have you ever actually thought about how I would feel about this?”

“I’m glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is.”

“Please, don’t leave me alone.”

NSFW Prompts

“I want to please you.”

“I want to mark you, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

“Your eyes are saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I can’t ever seem to get enough of you.”

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

“If you don’t use your words how will I know what you want?”

“This is all for you so just relax and let me take care of you.”

“You like it when I pull your hair hard like that? You like it when I make you feel like that’s all you're good for?”

“I know you can take more”

“Why are you wearing that? Oh god, no, you need to go change.” “Why? Because all you really want is to bend me over the counter and-.”

Then let me know some about what you want. For example, do you want a platonic Guardian Corazon x Law fluff fic? A Guardian reader x Yamato angst? Or maybe a Guardian Sabo x reader! A few extra rules on top of my normal rules for this event. NSFW will not be written for Guardian Spirits or Guardian Ancestors for a list of reasons. Any requests for One Piece characters to be Guardians (Outside of dead characters like Corazon, obviously) will be modern or non-canon AU or you can specifically ask for modern or non-canon AU. Please state the preferred gender, especially for NSFW, I can use gender neutral for fluff or angst, but if you want smut, I need body parts. 

Finally wait 7-10 business days for said fic to be posted. 

Marco: I think you mean a couple of days depending on the number of requests-yoi.

A couple of days, depending on the number of requests! Enjoy and thanks for following me!

Oh! One last thing! You’re allowed to send in more than one request! I don’t mind!

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Alt-bacchio Headcanons- Alt/Punk Abbacchio x Gender Neutral Reader

I’m still majorly brainrotting for Abbacchio as the hot older brother of your best friend Narancia? So enjoy some thoughts I keep having. (For reference, I got the idea for 1. Abbacchio's general look/vibe and 2. the older brother type dynamic from this awesome comic by gaminegay)

You and Narancia are good friends, probably having met through school or at mutual hangout spots. I imagine you both being at least college age, with you a little older than Narancia and Abbacchio a few years older than you

One day, you come over, and Abbacchio answers the door, silver hair tied back, headphones slung around his neck, lipstick and eyeliner and several piercings in his ears, and you think you might swoon. He acts indifferent, but you don’t miss the quick once-over he gives you as he grunts out a, “you’re Narancia’s friend? Well come in, then, he’s upstairs.”

“Okay, what the fuck, you never told me you had a brother!”

“Eh, yeah, we're not blood related, but Leone's a good big bro. He’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but he’s pretty chill.”

Leone usually excuses himself with an eye roll when Narancia is having friends over? Just does his own thing? Yet after you come over one day and he gets a glimpse of you, suddenly he hangs around more

Narancia goes to point this out (genuinely not intending anything by it, he just thinks it’s weird), and Abbacchio roughly elbows him in the side mid-sentence to shut him up

“Why are you even hanging around so much, you usually hate being around when my friends are ov— OW!” “No, I don’t, stop being a brat.”

He gives you a wolfish smile when he sees you’re blushing after that. Narancia is too busy cursing out his brother to notice.

Sometimes he’ll come in with his hair tied up in a messy bun and wearing a tight tank top after a workout and…. You really do try your best not to let Narancia catch you staring

Because honestly, you feel a little guilty. Nara’s one of your best friends, and wouldn’t he think it’s gross if he found out you had the hots for his older brother?

But it’s not like he’s that much older. Only a few years. So maybe it wouldn’t be weird? No, best to forget it, you’re overthinking.

But that doesn't stop your heart from skipping a beat when Leone leans over you to grab a blanket on movie night or a video game controller if he’s joining you two for a game. Does this bastard honestly have to sit right next to you on the couch? There’s plenty of room!

Leone does not care. You’re so cute when he leans over you so that his chest is almost pressed against you… trying to hide the way your breath catches in your throat and keep from blushing. He’ll give you a casual shrug and a grin after, or a gravelly “sorry, doll” as he bites back a smirk and you try your best not to short circuit

I so think modern au/big brother Abba is into alt/punk types of fashion, so naturally it led to the thought that he plays in a punk band. He’s a bassist, but he probably does the occasional vocal feature, too. This means his fingertips are callused when they brush against yours mmm 👀

One time you come over when Narancia’s running late and Abbacchio is in the basement/the garage/whatever practicing with his band. When he lets you in, he tells you his brother isn’t home but that you’re welcome to hang while they practice. (You start coming over early now and then just for an excuse to watch)

Usually Leone shrugs off compliments about his playing, but when he asks, “so, what did you think, [bella/bello]?” And you excitedly tell him how great the band sounds, “and you especially!” he can’t help grinning and even blushing a bit.

Unbeknownst to you, his bandmates tease him ruthlessly because he always brushes off any groupies who try to flirt with him or compliment his music, yet here he is asking what you think of their songs, suggesting that you come check out their shows, even reaching around your back to guide your hands as he shows you how to play a few chords on his bass. And Abbacchio never lets anyone touch his bass.

“Like this, see? You want your fingers curved a bit over the fretboard, like this… yeah, exactly.” Seriously, Abbacchio repositioning and guiding your fingers, coaxing them to bend the right way with his steady hands as you feel his warm breath on your neck when he laughs. Fuck.

Sometimes the others will ask if his [girlfriend/boyfriend] is coming to practice to watch him blush as he snaps that he doesn’t know what they’re talking about because you aren’t dating.

Leone makes it a goal to flirt with you and sneak little looks or touches when Narancia’s back is turned, and it drives you crazy. It’s almost a little game to him to get you breathless and watch you blush

He has to get by you in the kitchen? His hand will linger on your waist and give a little squeeze. Sometimes he’ll scoot behind you in tighter spaces so he’s pressed right up against your ass for a moment

You feel zero remorse then when you wear something more revealing or do your makeup in a way that catches his eye.

“You look…. Really good today, [y/n]”

“Ew, gross, Leone, [he’s/she’s/they’re] too young for you!” “Shut up.” You blush as you tell Narancia that it's fine, really, and it was actually pretty sweet.

Play fighting for the “good” video game controller, Abbacchio using his long arms to hold it high over your head as you climb into his lap without even thinking to get a better reach. Suddenly you’re both much more focused on the compromising position, you straddling him and your faces inches apart. You stare at each other for a beat or two before you hear Narancia coming back in and shimmy off his lap. You get your ass kicked in whatever you’re playing because your brain is still rebooting from whatever the hell just happened.

You start shivering during a movie night and try to act like you’re not cold? He’s trying to act casual as he rolls his eyes and offers part of the blanket he’s using with a gruff “here.” You scoot closer to snuggle up under the blanket, but you’re more focused on the smell of his cologne and his shampoo than the movie now.

Bonus points if you end up in a really close position as you both get comfy and sleepy. Your head lolling onto his chest as you blink groggily and swear that you’re not sleepy? Excellent. Narancia will tease you if you fall asleep on each other. Expect photos.

If you show up to one of Abbacchio's shows? Pushing your way to the front row wearing some cute alt/punk look? God his heart is gonna stop right there

If he has a vocal feature on anything they’re playing that night, he will be singing straight to you.

Maybe, just maybe, he seeks you out after their set, pinning you up against the wall and making out with you. He gets black lipstick smeared all over you

Before you both sit down and talk about what it actually is you’re both doing and feeling, expect a few makeout sessions when Narancia isn’t home— Abbacchio pulling you into his lap and kissing you breathless.

When you eventually do tell Narancia you might be interested in Leone and you think he might feel the same, your friend just rolls his eyes. “Finally. Now you two can stop eye fucking across the room, it’s disgusting.”

But he’s smiling when he says that and he’s seriously happy for you guys. Once he’s certain of his brother’s intentions towards you, he’s entirely on board. You’re two of his favorite people in the world, and as long as you’re good to each other and you’re both happy, it’s fine by him

Once you’re officially dating, Abbacchio makes sure to get a good luck kiss from you before every concert.

Anyway, I wish I could draw because Abbacchio wearing ripped up black jeans with a chain or two… punk bassist Abbacchio who has plenty of piercings, maybe even a tongue piercing? He lives in my brain rent free and I want to make it everyone’s problem because I refuse to thirst alone

[fuyuweb]

hi , could I pls request headcanons of itadori / sukuna with a s/o who is under 5’0 ??

just general fluffy headcanons , gn reader

if possible could you write for them separately ?? ( obviously in the same post tho )

thank you in advance , have a wonderful day / noon / night 💞

remember to stay hydrated and stay safe !!

apologies if this request doesn’t make much sense >_<

─ 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗬 !

feat. JUJUTSU KAISEN itadori yuji, sukuna ryomen

genre. fluff / headcanons

xtra. gn! reader, i made this with a modern!au in mind, sukuna and itadori are two different people

note. ty for requesting! these are a lil short, but i hope you like them <3

hcs under the cut ?!

itadori finds you utterly adorable

like you're?? so?? tiny??

itadori yuuji, the man who'll squish your cheeks out of nowhere

in yujis mind, it goes

small = perfect cuddle victim

he just likes to wrap his legs around you and trap you in his embrace

the fact that you fit so nicely in his arms makes him so happy

he finds it so funny that he has to bend down low to kiss you

this man loves to give you piggyback rides

in conclusion, he just loves holding you

itadori doesn't really make fun of your height, but if someone else does...

he will fight

especially if you're insecure about your height

10/10 would recommend

sukuna's that type of guy who'll use you as an armrest

mostly just because he likes seeing you get all mad

he doesn't find you're size necessarily "cute" as Yuji does

but he will tease you very often because he finds your reactions funny

please punch him <3

he finds it funny to just look around, and sukuna'll say

"huh? where did [name] go?"

even though you're right in front of him

overall just finds your height very funny

however, if someone else makes fun of your height?

he will beat them up, no hesitation

"no one is allowed to make of you except me" typa guy

convince me he doesn't bodyflop onto you for fun. try it.

he just likes seeing how you disappear under him??

overall? 8/10, he will not hold back with teasing

note. sorry this took so long, love!! i hope you liked them, they're a bit short

[araveticazx]

16+ | washing the car with levi

levi ackerman x fem-reader (modern! au)

tags: suitable for 16+, suggestive, washing levi’s luxury car, you two just being cheeky af

word count: 500+

a/n: first piece after a while! school is chill for now so i made use of it writing this *cough cough* seriously, we don’t talk about levi’s back muscles enough… enjoy!

photos from: Emily LC Photography and Pinterest

Every once in a while, you would help Levi in washing the car that you two own. 

Levi always ensures that the car is well-maintenanced and gets washed regularly. 

It’s a black Lexus ES, the sleek design really caught Levi’s attention and he had it in your garage after a few months.

"You're wasting the water."

You blinked. Oh, I didn't realize. You then directed the water nozzle towards the hood of the car, giving it a considerate layer of water. Throwing glances at Levi every now and then. 

You can't help it. He just looks so enticing with the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame. It has only been thirty minutes since you two started. 

Sometimes, you would accidentally aim the hose towards Levi. 

"Oi! told you to watch it!" 

"Sorry...oh."

Your breath hitched when Levi peeled his shirt over his head and wrung out the absorbed water. 

Your eyes trailed on his back. Heart beating rapidly as you were paralyzed in place while gawking at Levi who turned around to hang up his wet shirt. 

You sigh while looking at his well-defined back. Sculpted vigorously to perfection after all his intensive workout lately. The way it is glistening with a layer of sweat under the sun and how it strains with every movement he makes is not helping.

Even when his back was turned, he looked so . . . delectable. Like the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. The embodiment of temptation.

You quickly turned away when he turned towards you and went back to work. 

Levi is not oblivious to your stares of course. He is very much aware of how you are asking for a show, so a show he must give. 

Levi keeps glancing askance at the corner of his eye to see you bending down to reach the deepest parts of the water nozzle. The fit combination of shorts and a tank top will always make him weak in the knees. 

Blasting music is always a must when washing the car. Levi would turn the volume up when he sees you swaying your hips while working. 

(The Score is probably the one playing right now. Idk but Levi seems to be the type of person to be a huge fan of them) 

Every so often, he would walk around you and give your backside a firm but cheeky squeeze making you flush from embarrassment, not that you mind though. 

You would tease him back by prancing your fingers along his shoulder blades whenever you pass by him. 

When you did it for the third time, that's when he snapped and got ahold of your waist. 

Levi would hoist you up to the front hood of the car and press his lips against you, molding your bodies together when he can't help himself anymore. 

Levi would shiver when you would run your fingers through his black tresses as you pull him closer. He'll be all over you when your pampered nails scratch his undercut.

You two would chase each other around playfully and get water everywhere. Both of you would be spattered by bubble foams after that. 

Washing the car is something that Levi really likes doing with you.

Besides the hot make out session that happens in the middle of cleaning, he really cherishes this domestic moment of the two of you together. 

Plus, he also feels fulfilled seeing it all clean and shiny afterwards.

© araveticazx, all rights reserved

[thefreakydeaky]

Loving is Easy

Part Four: I Know Places

Negan x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: Reader finds herself exploring a new type of relationship with an old friend.

Warnings: None

The backroom, as it turned out, was a lot of boxes of liquor, kegs of beer, shelves with jars of garnishes, extra glasses, napkins, and an ice machine. Which wasn't much to look at, but you both knew you weren't really there to see it. He lead you to the small office opposite the storage room. Negan unlocked and opened the door. He swept his arm out in a grand gesture.

"And this, is where all the magic happens."

"The magic?" You said uncertainly as you entered the office.

The room was barely a room at all. The wall seperating it from the store room was thin and even though the two way mirror set into that wall was made to look out, not in, it seemed less than private.

Negan laughed lightly.

"I'm just funnin' with ya. The only magic that's happened back here is the magic of counting bills and getting 'em ready for deposit."

Your eyes scanned from the file cabinet to the shelf holding all the office supplies and settled on the chair behind the desk. You sidled over to it and took a seat on the faux leather.

"This deposit is short twenty dollars." You told him with practiced seriousness as you pointed at a blank piece of paper on the desk."What do you have to say for yourself?"

Negan didn't hesitate.There was a soft click as he shut the door.

"Beats the hell outta me. I must have dropped it somewhere."

"Dropped it?" You raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you really expect me to buy that?"

"I would never steal from you." He came to your side of the desk. "You gotta believe me." His tone was anything but sincere.

"Make me believe you." You commanded, leaning back in his chair.

You watched with no small amount of awe as he moved bending slowly down. Instead of getting on his knees he leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.

"Were you expecting me to give you head?" He teased.

"I wouldn't have complained." You said , waggling your eyebrows playfully.

The bark of laughter he emitted made your smile grow wider.

You reached for him. He let you pull him back to your level.Your fingers curled around the collar of his jean jacket as you fitted your lips to his.Negan's beard scratched against your chin as he hungrily reciprocated your kiss. Your eyes closed as his tongue found it's way into your mouth seeking the taste of you. His large hands cupped either side of your face.

But for one other occasion, Negan had been reacting, reciprocating your kisses. This time it was different. He was taking what he wanted and you were only to happy to let him. His tongue ran along the roof of your mouth. He took your lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. You moaned savoring his desire for you. He bit your lip. The press of each kiss increased your intoxication. You felt almost light headed, woozy when he pulled gently away.

"You've been holding out on me." You accused.

The way his gaze smoldered as he looked at you made your knees weak.

"Didn't wanna scare you off."

"Scare? Do I really seem like the skittish type?" You watched his expression intently.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "It's a complicated situation we're in. I would understand if you changed your mind about wanting to explore this."

You stood up, pushed your shoulders back and your chin up.

"I want you and you want me. It doesn't get any more simple than that."

The corner of his mouth lifted in a satisfied smirk.

"We're on the same fuckin' page, Babygirl. That's what's important."

You nodded. Stepping up onto your toes you kissed his cheek.

"So are you going to buy me a drink?"

He grinned.

"I'll buy you three."

Hand in hand you left the office.

••••••••••••••••••••••••

At work the following day, you couldn't get Negan out of your head. The way he kissed you left you breathless. Every little touch made you long for more. You hadn't been so enamored with a man in a long time.

    A knock on your office door took your attention away from your thoughts. You opened the door to find Rick Grimes standing on the other side of it.

"Good Afternoon."

"Mr. Grimes!" You exclaimed, "Hi, What can I do for you?"

"Please, just call me Rick."

You tried to keep the surprise off of your face.

"Okay. What can I do for you, Rick?"

His smile was wide.

"I was wondering if I could take you up on your offer."

Your brows raised slightly.

When you gave no answer his eyes tightened at the corners.

"To share the view from your window?" He reminded.

You laughed lightly.

"Ah, right. The view."

He nodded.

"Sure. I was just finishing up a case file. Come on in." You motioned toward the chairs on the other side of your desk.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in and began angling one of the chairs toward the main window. You closed the door and went back to your work.

"Do you...have any children?" He asked after some time had passed.

"Oh, I, uhm, No. I don't."

"I have one, a fifteen year old son." His expression was very serious as he looked out at the city. "He's decided to come live with me."

"I bet his mother isn't very happy about that." You hedged.

"You'd be right." He frowned. "Lori wants to take me to court for custody. I don't want to put Carl through that."

"I went through it and I'd say I turned out alright." You submitted and closed your programs one by one.

"You did?"

"I wanted to live with my mom, but my dad didn't want to hear me. It was annoying, but I knew both my parents loved me and wanted me with them. And my dad got over it eventually."

He sighed.

"I just don't want Carl to think I won't fight for him."

"Whatever you decide, just talk to him about it. It'll go a long way to help him understand."

He nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind."

[tinyjeanmarco]

Your display name literally defines my week mood, Porco is the best boy🥺 i was wondering if you could write some hc about him?? I didn’t have any specific in mind, maybe something cute but ofc it’s up to you and you can even not write anything, that’s alright too!! Im just happy seeing more people warming up to him☺️ i hope you have a great February and that you stay safe and happy💖

eee! porco really is best boy, i love him to pieces. and of course i’ll write some hc’s about him (*°ヮ° *) these will be super soft, i promise. and thank you! my february has been going well so far, so i wish the same upon you! this is also my first request i’m doing, so i’m really excited. i hope you enjoy!  ♡

summary: some hc’s about domestic life with porco. canon divergence because in this he’s not a warrior, that way reader doesn’t have to worry about having a time limit w/ him or worry about anything happening to him (∩_∩). (i think this ended up like some sort of canon-ish au with some modern setting mixed in, whoops!)

porco x gn!reader

warnings: none

you’ve known porco since you two were kids. you essentially grew up together and you had always had a tiny crush on him growing up.

it wasn’t until you guys were teens that he confessed to liking you as well. this totally took you by surprise, but in a good way!

a few days after he confessed to you, he told you that he did so because he knew reiner also liked you, and he was afraid that reiner would admit his feelings for you and that you’d date him instead.

he didn’t want to become the pathetic childhood friend who was too afraid to say something and then be doomed to watch you be in love with someone else for the rest of his life.

when he told you this, you found it quite funny (and also felt bad for reiner since porco just outted him and now he would never get a chance cuz you’re dating porco), since you had always liked porco, not reiner, so he wouldn’t have had to worry, anyways.

you two had been together for years, not really having many issues. that isn’t to say you would never fight or disagree, but you two always made an effort to resolve any tensions that arose.

porco seems to me the type who holds grudges and doesn’t really care to talk things out, but he knows that if he does that with you, he will most likely end up losing you.

whenever you get into a disagreement/fight with him, he needs space and time alone before he can come back and confront the situation. if you try to make him talk right away, he will lose his cool and say something he doesn’t mean.

you sort of learned this the hard way with him when you started dating. he’s long since made up for those times, but in the back of his head, he still feels bad about them (although he would never tell you this).

after dating for like six years, porco finally decided to wife you up and make you his officially.

he would definitely want it to be really special for you because he absolutely adores you and wants to make it something that you’ll remember forever.

he would have a whole plan put together. he has the ring, he just needs to take you out, have a nice night, eating really well, and then as you two gaze up at the stars on the roof of the building you live in, he would whip out the ring and propose. bam! foolproof.

probably not as foolproof as he hoped because he actually ended up accidentally proposing to you while you guys were just cuddling one night.

you would be all cuddled up to him, both of you almost asleep, and he mumbles out, not thinking, “marry me.”

and you’re instantly awake at that, turning your head to glance at him, and just say yes.

boy do his eyes shoot wide open. he’s stumbling over words, trying to correct himself before you just kiss him to get him to shut the hell up.

he tells you that he had a whole plan to make it special for you and spend the whole day together before popping the question.

you respond, saying that he can still do that, you’ll just pretend you never heard anything, but any way that it happened was special enough to you because you love him with your whole heart and you just want to be with him.

he bonks you on your nose and just calls you cheesy, but his heart is beating fast with the pure love he holds for you.

you both end up going through with his plans and having a wonderful day, him proposing again at the end of it all.

okay, so, porco loves kissing you. his favorite activity. you want a smooch? you don’t even have to ask, he’s one step ahead of you.

he is a clingy baby that wants to always have you near him. he will constantly have his hand on you, whether it’s in your hand, on your thigh, around your waist.

he loves kissing the top of your head. if you are shorter than him, it’s a win and easy peasy. if you’re taller than him, he will make you bend down so he can still kiss the top of your head.

he also will love kisses on the top of his head if you’re taller than him, or if you two are cuddling and he has his head laid on your chest.

he also loves it when he’s just showered, and his hair isn’t slicked back, if you play with his hair, running your fingers through the soft blond locks. it really relaxes him and helps him fall asleep.

this clingy boy also loves to cuddle with you.

he will look for any opportunity to wiggle into your arms and tangle his limbs in yours.

he loves to be both the big spoon and little spoon, all depending on his mood. sometimes he just enjoys the comfort of being held close to you, and other times he wants to hold you in his arms to remind him that you’re really there with him.

he will have an iron grip on you, refusing to let you go ever.

“porco, please, i have to pee.”

“noooo. stay here, pee later.”

“porco, i will pee on you.”

i also totally hc porco to love cooking or baking. he definitely loves to eat and it’s more fun when he gets to eat it with you. better yet, cooking with you.

when you’re making cookies or something, you’ll have to yell at him to stop eating the raw batter. it’s not good for you. (if you’re vegan, you wont really have that exact issue, but him still eating it means there will be less output, so stop eating it, porco!)

he first started cooking when you guys moved in together which means he was pretty bad at it. you kind of had to help him and were brutally honest if he burnt something or did something wrong.

i don’t think he would really be a disaster in the kitchen because he would always follow the recipes down to a T.

i mentioned above you two moving in together. let me tell you, that was one chaotic day. so many boxes, so few hands. you legit spent all day moving things in.

porco would constantly be like “ow, ow, babe, i hurt myself!” to make you fret over him and then when you ask him what’s wrong he’ll say something along the lines of “i hurt my hand carrying this box. can you kiss it better?” or he would straight up be like “my heart hurts because you’re not kissing me right now.”

cue rolling your eyes and giving this dumb baby a kiss nearly every fifteen minutes.

you end move in day with all the boxes piled up around your apartment, and you two fall asleep on just a plain mattress with a few pillows, too tired to unpack anything else. maybe a blanket too so that way you guys don’t get too cold.

i’m hopping around a lot for these hc’s, but the wedding you two have is a nice small one with just your closest friends and family.

he doesn’t even care (that much) when you invite reiner, he’s just excited to marry you and be yours.

seeing you all dressed up for the wedding makes his heart leap into his throat, and he just starts crying. he never thought this day would come and that he would be lucky enough to spend his forever with you.

after you two say your vows and the officiator says you may kiss, he leaps to you and gives you the slowest, most gentle kiss ever. he pours his soul out into the kiss, making sure you know this is the happiest day of his life.

the whole part at the after party where you feed each other cake? he’s the one to smash it all over your face. yep. he’s that kind of husband.

calling him your husband is also your new favorite thing. it just makes it feel so real.  

“hey, can you get me a glass of water, husband?” and he melts because he loves hearing that come out of your mouth. it reminds him that you actually married him. (he still can’t believe that.)

porco will try his hardest to be the best husband ever and always make you happy. he just loves you to the moon and back and is never afraid to show it.

[plan3tlvrs]

Pinky

Summary⛧ eren a underground mafia leader visits a strip club with his friends.

Contains ⛧ 18+, nsfw, oral sex, (male and female receiving), riding, mentions of spit, gagging, face fucking, spanking, car sex, modern au 

2.k+ words

⛧ x fem!reader

⛧ mafia eren

A/n⛧ this is my first post so I hope you all enjoy and feel free to leave request.

Saturday night’s was when the club you worked at got the most customers; it was called the Pinky. You’ve worked there for almost two years now, first starting when you were a sophomore in college. Of course, you needed the money to pay for your tuition fast and debt free as your college days were ending and you were soon to be graduating. 

You landed this job with a friend that you met in college. Her name was Jenny. You didn’t think you would qualify for the job, but somehow Jenny worked her way around the requirements and here you are almost two years later. 

The club was lit up with different colored LED lights, mainly pink obviously. 

"Hey I need you at table ten in about five minutes" Rick, your manager, spoke to you through the mirror with a clipboard in his hands. 

You nodded and adjusted your outfit so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable all night. It was packed and you knew it by the sound of the crowd outside the dressing room door. You could see the strobe of the lights peeking from under the door as people passed by. 

Ruffling your hair in the mirror, you checked yourself once more and made your way out of the dressing room. Heels clicking on the floor as you surf through the crowd of people and make your way to the bar and pick up your notepad and pen. 

"Yo _____ did Rick tell you about table ten?" Jenny yelled over the music while sitting at the bar. She was on one of her many breaks of the night. 

She rarely did anything but somehow still managed to make money. 

"Not really, he just told me he needed me there in ten minutes" You looked at your phone before shoving it back in your pocket "well now two". 

Jenny laughed a little before putting her drink down. "You see those group of guys in the booth over there" 

You looked over at the booth and saw four men seated in all black from head to toe. They all had some type of expensive jewelry on, as you could tell from the watches, rings and chains they had, including some of them having piercings. 

"Yeah, what about it?" 

"Well, I heard that they are part of the biggest underground mafia in the city. Apparently they come here often and tip big. That's why Rick is always quick to get someone to their booth." Jenny reached over the bar and poured another drink. 

You studied them more as she spoke about them. The one on the far right sported a mullet, with a slight scruff forming around his face. Next to him, the blond had somewhat of a bowl cut that surprisingly went well with his undercut. You could see his piercing blue eyes from where you were standing. The third person was a brunette with his hair in a low messy bun, with a few pieces falling around his face here and there. To you, he was the most attractive. The way he sat with his legs spread, not even bothering to care about the men seated around him, showed that he carried himself highly. And lastly, the one at the end had a buzz cut, his hair kind of shady gray. You don't know how he pulled it off, but somehow he did. 

"The one with the mullet is kind of cute don't you think?" Jenny spoke, snapping you out of your trance.

"Eh I'm leaning towards the one with the bun" You placed your hand on your hip before looking at the clock above the shot glasses. "Shit" You hissed, turning back to Jenny, "I gotta go. I'll catch up with you later tonight?" 

Jenny dragged, obviously a little tipsy, "Yeah girl, go make that money."

Laughing, you walked away and, to your utter surprise, the table Rick had assigned you to wait at was in fact the so-called mafia gang Jenny was babbling about. 

"Good evening gentleman, can I get a few drinks started for you?" Taking out your notepad and pen, you looked at the men scanning them as they all stopped talking. 

The brunette with the man bun stared at you harshly with his green orbs before he spoke, his voice taking you back a bit. 

"Yeah, I'll take you and a round of vodka shots for me and my boys," the brunette smirked, looking around at his friends as they all let out small laughs. 

"Okay, vodka shots and some manners coming right up," you scribbled on your notepad as you returned your gaze to the brunette.

By now, his friends were astonished at your response and found themselves bursting into laughter as if it was the funniest thing on the planet. 

"Damn Eren, she really got you didn’t she" The one with the buzz cut said, slapping his hand on the brunette's shoulder. 

"I'm not gonna lie Eren, she's got sass. "The one with the brown mullet said, leaning back into the booth more. 

"Shut it horse face you too baldie," Eren said sternly, and the two men immediately straightened up.

"Tch" you said before walking away to retrieve their shots.

Eren watched you walk back as your hips moved with ease and your thighs rubbed together against the skimpy uniform shorts you wore. He could feel himself tighten up in his lower region. 

"Alright, a round of vodka shots will that be all for now?" As you leaned down to place the tray of shots on the table, your deep cleavage was visible as you leaned back up.

"Actually, I would like a dance" Eren spoke up, looking at you. 

"Sure, I'll go get someone for you. Just give me a sec" Before you could walk away, Eren spoke again. 

He leaned up from the booth, resting his elbows on the table with both of his fists under his chin.

"No from you" he said, looking you in the eyes. 

"Sorry pretty boy, I'm just the waiter" you said, picking up the tray of now empty shots. 

"I'll pay you name your price," Eren said before you walked away.

He just doesn't stop does he? 

"I don’t need your money" You turned your heels to make your way back to the bar. 

"Ten grand take it or leave it" 

You swear your heart stopped beating for another ten grand? That was more than you made here at night. That was more money than you made in a week, and you could really use it. You stood there deep in thought before making your decision. 

"Fine, but it can't be here. I could get fired" 

Eren smirked widely "That’s fine with me baby. My car is just out back when your shift is over. Meet me out there yeah?" He leaned back and continued a conversation with his friends who couldn't believe what had just happened. 

You waited tables and helped the bartender all night. Sometimes you would catch a glance of Eren staring at you with a hard gaze as you chatted up with people in the crowd which was made up of manly men. 

Eren had seen you talking to another group of guys laughing at something the raven haired man had said. For some odd reason, it made his blood boil like tea in a kettle. He was watching you the whole night and you knew it. Just by your body language, he could tell that you knew his eyes were on you every step you took. 

"Dude, you gotta stop staring at her like that it’s becoming creepy" The one with the buzz cut spoke. 

"Connie I'm not being creepy, I'm just observing" 

"Jean tell Eren he’s being weird," Connie said, rolling her eyes. 

"Is he being weird or creepy? "Pick one, Connie," the blond said, picking up a shot glass.

"Oh shut it Armin" Connie said harshly, leaning back into the booth. 

"Well, he is being kind of weird but-" The one with the mullet spoke after downing what was his sixth shot. 

"Thank you! Jean "Connie exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air. 

"I wasn't finished Connie" Jean said, looking at him. "What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that it seems like Eren here has the hots for her already" 

By 2am you were in the backseat of Eren's car with his cock shoved down your throat. You didn’t know how a lap dance could turn into this, but it did. 

"Fuck yes just like that" Eren kept his hand on your head tangled in your hair as you bobbed your head up against his length.

Eren was bigger than most guys you had been with, but you weren't complaining as he shoved himself down your throat more and more with the push of his hips, lifting him lightly off the seat. You pushed your head as far as you could take him, your nose meeting the top of his stomach. He was seriously toned and had strong abs along his stomach. You gagged around him slightly as spit formed around your mouth and dripped down his shaft to his thighs. 

"You're taking me so well baby yes" Eren praised you as his eyes stayed on yours. 

Looking up at him, you could see that the bun he had on his head was falling out as sweat formed around the baby hair on his forehead. He looked so good above you like that as he smirked, catching you in a starry gaze with his dick in your mouth.  

He pulled you from his length, a trail of spit connecting you to his head. 

"Lay down" Eren ushered

Eren was already removing your skimpy shorts as you lay in the back seat.

"Watching you walk around all night in these made me want to ruin you even more," he said as he stroked your thighs.

"Yeah?" you inquired.

"Yeah" His voice was raspy as he grinned at you.

"Do it" you said eagerly. 

"Be careful what you wish for princess" 

Eren toyed with the hem of your panties, staring down at your aroused cunt, seeing it clench at nothing. He took his thumb and ran it over the material circling around your clit as you squirmed for more. 

"Fuck" 

"Use your words baby, tell me what you want," Eren said as he continued his actions. 

"Please" You squeaked 

"Please what" 

"Please fuck me" You pleaded with your eyes wide. 

"Don’t worry, I planned on it" 

Eren pulled your panties off as the hot air of the car hit your cunt. Bending his head down, he placed a soft kiss on your bud, trailing it down to your hole. Licking from the entrance to the top, he gripped your thighs in his hands, working his tongue at a fast pace, taking some time out to even suck on your clit. 

You were a moaning mess, your head pressed against the backseat window of his Mercedes. The windows were fogged up all over and there was a strong odor of sex in the air, but that didn't bother you. You could care less about getting caught by the club security guard. The thought of getting caught made you want to continue even more. 

Eren let go of your right thigh and reached for your soaking cunt, which was mixed with your slick and the spit from his mouth in one. Trailing his two fingers around your hole, he collected your juices before bringing them to your lips. 

"Open" He spoke slowly. 

You opened your mouth, allowing him to push his fingers inside, swirling your tongue around the tips before going all the way down to his knuckles. You could taste the sweetness of your cunt on the tips of his fingers. 

He watched you with lazy eyes and a smirk, grunting "fuck you look so hot right now". 

Eren pulled his finger out of your mouth, trailing them back down to your pussy before entering the two digits. His fingers began to move at a steady pace before you urged him on with your moans. As you grabbed the handle bar above the window to keep yourself from collapsing, his fingers hit the perfect spot.

He was so good with his fingers, the way he would move them against your walls. You couldn’t wait to feel the rest of him inside you. 

"Eren I'm gonna-" You let out a panted breath as he latched his mouth to your clit once again, flicking his tongue as his fingers continued their work. 

"Hold it," Eren said before pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, hitting your g-spot every time.

Your legs shook as he held your left thigh in his hand and your right thigh over his shoulder, preventing you from closing your legs. Placing a hand on top of his head, pushing his hair from his face. He looked like a Greek god from below, those green irises glistening in the moon light that peaked through the fog of the window. You could hear the music from the club still going on and people walking through the parking lot. 

"Fuck Eren, I'm gonna cum right there" Your hands gripped his hair tightly as he let out a groan. 

"Your gonna cum all right, all over my dick now come here" Eren separated himself from your pussy by grabbing you by the hips and squeezing you into his lap.

Hands went behind his head to grip the back of the seat. Eren teased the tip of his cock against your slick folds, getting it wet with your arousal before pushing the tip in bit by bit. You shuttered above him, eagerly waiting for him to enter you fully. 

"Stop teasing" you said, looking him in his eyes. 

"You sure you can take it?" 

He grinned as you nodded your head, quickly placing his hands on your hips, he slammed your hips down. Letting out a wincing moan at how big he was inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. Eren started guiding your hips in a back and forth movement after letting you adjust to his size. He was long and thick, splitting your walls perfectly. 

You moved your hips at a steady pace while leaning your face in the crook of his neck, kissing him softly and nipping at the skin. You wanted him to remember how he ruined you in the back of his car for the next week. You wanted him to constantly think about how he fucked you into oblivion. 

"Good girl, you're taking me so well, darling," Eren grunted, lowering his hands to your groin and gripping the flesh with both hands. He gave it a few slaps as he started to go faster with each one. They left his large hand to bring in red markings.

Of course, he had fucked many girls before, but you were his favorite by far. Your attitude made him want to have you even more. He wanted to teach you a lesson. 

Eren stopped your hips and lifted you up slightly. 

"Let me do some work," he said before ramming his hip into you at a fast pace. 

Your mouth hung open and jaw slack as he fucked you into next year. Eyes rolling into the back of your head and tears forming at the ends of your eyes. 

"Shit shit shit right there don’t stop" Your hand reached up to grab your breasts, which were still hidden beneath your bra.

You detached your hands from around the seat and around your back to take off your bra as he fucked you into the roof of the car your head almost hitting the ceiling. Eren took your naked breast into his mouth while looking up at you as if he was innocent. Eyelashes fanning against the skin as his hips continued to meet your ass. 

"Yeah right there you like that don’t you?" "Use your words, baby," Eren grunted, jutting his pelvis into yours.

"I do, oh my god." Your hands wrapped around the base of his nape, holding onto it. 

Eren grabbed your neck making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you. Brining you down as your lips connected with each other’s molding perfectly. His tongue entered your mouth as your moans muffled.

His moans became staggered signaling that he was close to his own release.

A few strokes later, you felt the bubbly feeling in your stomach reappear again and your legs began to shake more than they already were. By now tears had streamed down your face and your mascara running. Eren smirked as he watched you cry, giddy with delight at seeing you gasp for him every time he jutted his length into your walls.

"I'm cumming" You spoke as your orgasm ripped through you like a blade. 

Legs shaking as Eren continued to fuck into you, pulling out at the last minute to release himself over your stomach. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and it was silent as you both tried to catch your breath. Rolling to the seat next to him, you sat sweaty and sticky with arousal. Looking to the side, Eren was doing the same but staring at you out the corner of his eye with a grin before speaking.

"So you want ten grand or are you gonna let me take you on a date?"

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[reveniemus]

this noise i cannot shake

for @thewitcherbog team bingo fills: con non con / mind control. also on ao3!

established relationship, au - modern with magic, geraskefer, ~3k, explicit.

warnings: dead dove: do not eat; consensual non-con, improper use of axii, choking, penetrative sex, oral sex, objectification.

Jaskier knows he's pretty, is well aware of the way his body looks when he moves. So it's hardly a surprise that he can feel eyes on him as he joins the DJ on the stage, his ass shaking in his too tight jeans as the beat drops. Eventually, the song ends and Jaskier decides it's time for a drink. He flirts with the bartender, his loose tee dipping low to let the bartender get a peek of his chest. Sometimes people don't vibe with his body hair, but from the way the bartender's eyes dip low every time Jaskier nearly bends over the counter tells the musician that isn't a problem here. He takes the free drink and phone number and walks back out to the dance floor, downing his drink in one go just as a body presses against his back. Jaskier leans his entire body into the broad chest, head tilted back to expose the long line of his neck.

"Want to get out of here?" the man growls into his ear and Jaskier whimpers, opening his mouth to answer only to find his entire body frozen.

"Sorry, this one's called for," a voice says, the tone commanding and refusing any protest. The blond catches on and nods, practically running from the figure standing in front of Jaskier.

The musician pouts, watching after the stranger before turning to the figure.

A woman with elegance oozing off of her stands there, a smirk on her face as she watches Jaskier with her arms crossed. "Come,” she says, beckoning for him to follow with two fingers.

Jaskier finds his feet following, a foggy film around the edges of his vision as he is inexplicably drawn to the woman with raven hair. She's dressed in dark clothes, clearly not trying to compete with the women in bright neon, so she’s absolutely not Jaskier's usual brand of conquest. But maybe that's the point, he thinks, as he follows the undeniable urge to approach her.

"Hello," she says, her voice low and luxurious. "Your name?" she asks, an eyebrow raised as Jaskier's body thrums with a sudden need to impress her.

"Jaskier," he says, his tongue heavy as he slides into the woman's space. He wants to ask, the desire sitting at the base of his throat but he can't get the words out.

She hums and turns, and Jaskier follows without hesitation, licking his lips as her scent invades his senses. Lilac and gooseberries. Intoxicating. The woman stops in a mostly empty hallway, a broad figure leaned against the hallway. "Jaskier, Geralt," she says, gesturing at the man as he straightens against the wall.

"Not surprised at your choice here, Yenn," Geralt says, the promise of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel like I need to be offended," Yennefer says, an eyebrow raised at the silver haired man.

"You can if you'd like. I'm just saying, you have a type when it comes to this game of ours," he says, his hand sliding down to squeeze Yennefer's hip once before approaching Jaskier.

Jaskier immediately knows something is wrong because he hasn't been able to get any words out since he was introduced to the hulking man in front of him. He knows the words, but he can’t make his mouth move, and Jaskier knows there must be magic involved because he could never stand in front of two beautiful people and not flirt with them.

"What can I say, I like them pretty," she answers, finger tucked under Jaskier's chin as she makes him look at her. "Do you know why you're here, Jaskier?" she asks, an eyebrow raised as his tongue finally loosens.

"To get thoroughly fucked, I hope," he says, a pink tint to his cheeks when Geralt snorts.

"Thought you said he'd behave," Geralt says, and Yenn hums.

"He answered the question, so, technically he hasn't mis­behaved yet," Yennefer teases, her fingers fluttering over Jaskier's head and he sees glints of white and silver in the cloudy edges of his mind. "Or wrong," she says, smirking at the way Jaskier's eyes widen. Her own tongue darts out between her teeth and Jaskier mimics the movement. "You're here because we saw you out there," she continues, and Jaskier hates how his cock reacts to her words, but he does love an audience. "We saw the way you pressed your ass against anyone who came close..."

"Desperate for it," Geralt murmurs, smirk widening when Jaskier looks at him with wide eyes.

"Watched you move those hips..." Yennefer continues, her finger moving down Jaskier's neck.

"Slut, "Geralt growls, and Jaskier lets out a high, throaty whine. The white haired man steps around Jaskier, his lips so close to Jaskier's ear he can feel his breath. "Like a whore," he whispers into Jaskier's ear, and the brunet shudders and lets out a whimper.

"So we thought we'd take advantage of that," Yennefer says, hand reaching down to cup Jaskier's hardening cock. "Gonna take whatever we want, and I don't want to hear a sound from you," she continues, smirking when Jaskier's teeth click as his mouth shuts quickly.

Jaskier's brows furrow and worry flits across his face when he realizes he can't open it again. His eyes widen as he looks at Yennefer, but she just smirks before Geralt has an arm around his waist and is dragging his teeth — sharp, sharp, sharp — across Jaskier's skin. The realization of the situation, how helpless he is in this moment, makes Jaskier's heart race and he starts to wriggle in Geralt’s grip, but the man has a strong hold on him that only gets tighter with each wriggle.

"Love when they're as feisty as they are pretty," Geralt growls, breath tickling over Jaskier's neck.

Jaskier gasps — or he tries, but his body doesn’t make a noise — as Geralt presses him against the closest wall, the hard line of his cook pressed against Jaskier's ass.

"Your jeans are so tight, I can practically see your hole begging for me, you dirty whore," Geralt snarls into his ear as his fingers dig into Jaskier's waist.

"You're so hot when you're aggressive," Yennefer says, and Jaskier turns to look away from the wall to see her beside him, her back against the wall and a hand teasing the hem of her skirt. She smirks when she sees Jaskier's eyes flicker down, locking eyes with Geralt, who lets out a chuckle that’s low and dangerous and sends a thrill down Jaskier's spine.

"Only because you know you're still in control," he teases, pulling away from Jaskier's neck.

Jaskier knows he should be grateful for the reprieve but a part of him misses the weight of the broader man.

"Since you can't keep running that slutty mouth of yours, how about we put it to good use instead?" he growls into Jaskier's ear, and the musician hates the way his cock twitches.

He also hates the way he nearly melts when Geralt buries his hand in Jaskier's hair and shoves him until he's kneeling in front of Yennefer. Jaskier looks up at her, the cheeky glint in her eye making his blood run hot as she leans against the wall.

"Rumor is that musicians are good with their tongues,” she says, smirking up at Geralt. She bunches up her skirt, soft caramel skin exposed as she spreads her legs.

Jaskier inhales sharply when he realizes she isn't wearing any underwear, his cock fattening up in his trousers as Geralt tugs at his hair and pushes his face towards Yennefer's cunt.

Jaskier would moan if he could when her sweet, warm slick invades his senses. He wishes he could moan and make her aware of how good she tastes, how much he’s enjoying this even though he hasn’t had a say since before he left the dancefloor, but since he can't, he lets himself relax and follows the instructions whispered in the back of his mind by a gentle voice, darting his tongue out to lick and tease her entrance with fervor, tugging her thigh onto his shoulder.

Geralt's grip on his hair tightens as Yennefer reacts to Jaskier's ministrations. He leans in closer, kissing her deeply with zero care about the man kneeling between them.

Jaskier can feel Geralt's cock pressed against his neck as Yennefer pulls Geralt closer with a tug to his shirt. He can feel his lungs burning with the need for air, but he can't pull away, can’t even try. Briefly, he tries to take large inhales through his nose, but Yennefer doesn't let up until she's coming on his tongue, back arched and fingernails buried deep in Geralt's shoulder.

Yennefer shoves Jaskier's face away from her cunt when his tongue becomes too much for her and he realizes he has had two fingers buried in her as well, his mind too disoriented from the magic Yennefer had on him. He's only allowed a minute moment of disjointed clarity before his hair is being tugged and his head turned, his knees shuffling on the hard ground. Open up, the soft voice whispers in his mind and his lips part without hesitation.

Jaskier looks up at Geralt, the white haired man taking no time sheathing himself completely into Jaskier's mouth. He feels his throat react to the intrusion, but Geralt barely falters, pulling back for only a second before pushing back in so Jaskier has no choice but to take it. He feels tears prick at the back of his eyes as Geralt starts thrusting, his hand tight in Jaskier's hair.

Yennefer kneels behind Jaskier and slides her hand down to cup the bulge in his pants. "Look at how hard you are. Such a slut, getting off on being used like a toy," she says, and Jaskier wishes he could beg for her grip to tighten or move, but she keeps her hand light so he can't get the pleasure he needs. He wants to move, but her magic keeps him in place and he feels tears escape as Geralt fucks into his mouth.

"You've made him cry, Geralt, think he wants to come?" Yennefer asks, her fingernail brushing the outline of his cock, making Jaskier swallow around Geralt. The realization hits him that her spell is also working as the magical equivalent of a cock ring on him, and he thinks that alone could make him cry.

"Probably, sluts like him get off on being used like this," Geralt grunts, and Jaskier's tongue slides over his cock without the musician deciding to do it. “Fuck, Yen, do that again," he growls and Jaskier wants to scream when Yennefer’s hand disappears from near his cock.

"You can't come until we both do," Yennefer whispers in his ear, her fingers grazing over the hair on his stomach.

Jaskier doesn't get to think much about Yennefer's stipulation because almost immediately Geralt is shooting into his mouth. Movement is impossible even if Yennefer didn't have him spelled in place because Geralt’s grip on his hair is so tight it edges on the wrong side of painful. It just barely distracts him from the way Yennefer's hand presses between his cheeks, making his eyes widen.

"Is our pretty slut wearing a plug, Yen?" Geralt asks as he pulls his cock out of Jaskier's mouth.

"Mhm, a pretty sizable one too," she teases, tightening her arm around his waist as he leans against her. He's grateful for the relief from their touch, but then he hears it: stand. The command isn't particularly aggressive but his body wastes no time following the instruction.

Jaskier feels tears sting at his eyes as he stands, his cock hard and straining in his trousers. He can't do anything but stand there as Yennefer pulls his trousers down, the smirk on her face growing as she eyes his cock. Jaskier's lips part in a soundless gasp when Geralt pushes him forward, one hand spreading Jaskier's cheeks to reveal the plug he'd placed before leaving his flat this evening.

"It's like Christmas," Geralt teases, gripping the base of the plug and pulling it out slowly to the wides part before pushing it back in, making Jaskier gasp.

"Little slut likes it," Yennefer says, burying her hand in his hair. She wraps her hand around his cock and Jaskier thinks he's going to cry at how hard he is. Yennefer leans back against the wall, watching the way Jaskier's face twists as Geralt pulls the plug out of him.

Jaskier inhales sharply, his eyes wide as Yennefer bends over, hitching her skirt up. His body moves without his consent, hands on her hips as he lines himself up. She moans as he pushes in, her fingernails scratching at the wall. She's warm and slick and Jaskier thinks he could come from just being inside her if she didn't have a magical hold on his cock.

He's barely settled when Geralt bends him over again, the head of his cock teasing Jaskier's entrance. Jaskier closes his eyes, hoping he'll be gentle, and gasping — soundless, always soundless — when he thrusts in quickly pulling a cry from Yennefer as the force has Jaskier burying deeper inside her.

"Fuck yes, Geralt," Yennefer breathes out, reaching back to dig her nails into Jaskier's hip. That seems to be all the encouragement Geralt needs to start thrusting into Jaskier, fast and hard. Yennefer moans loudly, clearly not caring who hears her, as Jaskier is fucked into her.

Jaskier knows this shouldn't be turning him on, that he shouldn't find it incredibly hot that Yennefer is moaning another man's name as she pushes back on his cock or that Geralt is grunting in his ear about how slick and wet his cunt is for him, and yet, he feels the heat building up in his body, begging for release. His hand buries itself in Yennefer's hair, tugging and pulling another moan out of her.

"Gonna come, fuck, fill me up, Geralt," she moans, and the silver haired man fucks into Jaskier with more force, his chin nestled on Jaskiers' shoulder as he chases his orgasm. Yennefer cries out Geralt’s name when she comes, Geralt following soon after with a grunt and a bite into Jaskier's shoulder that isn’t hard enough to break skin, but will definitely bruise. As Geralt fills him, Jaskier comes too but the fog of his brain keeps him from being able to enjoy it like he normally does, the orgasm not wracking through him like it usually does.

He tries to make a noise as Geralt pulls out of him, his body unmoving until Yennefer pushes him off of her, his cock sliding out of her as she straightens up. Jaskier watches, leaking and half naked as his partners — could they be called that if he was merely a pawn in their games? — make themselves presentable. Jaskier's lips part when he feels something press against his sensitive hole, bending over at the behest of the voice in his head and letting Geralt push the plug back inside him. He straightens and is greeted by Yennefer smirking at him, gesturing at his trousers in silent command. He leans down to pull them on, the tight fabric uncomfortable against his sticky, oversensitive cock but he finishes the task without hesitation, a gift of her magic he assumes.

Yennefer smirks and pats his cheek once he's dressed before turning towards the exit, Geralt walking beside her. As she walks away, the claws of her magic loosens its grip on him and he falls against the wall for support, a warbled sound escaping him as he’s finally, finally able to make noise again. His phone chimes with a familiar ringtone and he pulls it out of his pocket.

Ready, little lark? the text reads and Jaskier takes in a deep, heavy breath before walking towards the exit Yennefer and Geralt had gone through. Cold air rushes at him as his eyes scan the parking lot, a weak smile painted across his face when he sees Geralt and Yennefer leaning against a dark gray SUV, in the middle of some conversation that pauses when Jaskier catches their eyes.

"Hello, little lark," Yennefer says, and her voice is soft and doesn't have any of the harshness from earlier, and Jaskier exhales quickly as he stumbles over to them. Her arms wrap around him easily, the scent of lilac and gooseberries invading his senses again as Geralt’s broad frame presses against him from behind, making him feel warm and cocooned in their hold. "You did so well for us, lark, was it everything you wanted?" she asks into his hair, and he nods wordlessly into her neck.

Geralt presses his lips against the back of Jaskier's hair gently. "Let's go home," he whispers into his hair.

"Yes please," Jaskier answers, his voice low and rough. Geralt opens the back door to let Yennefer and Jaskier climb in, the musician clinging to the sorceress as Geralt climbs into the driver's seat and starts driving.

There's silence for a few minutes before Jaskier nuzzles into Yennefer's shoulder, releasing a content sigh. "Thank you, that was perfect," he whispers as loud as he can manage, eyes fluttering shut.

"Anything for you Julek," Yennefer whispers into his hair as he dozes off in her arms.