#natalie 20

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natalie abandoned me (phone died) so now i have nobody to talk to about my rockstar/groupie starbreaker au :(

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thinking about a no pennywise au where reddie only sees each other once a year for a national conference in whatever field they’re both working in,,,

everyone stays in the same hotel because it’s booked by the organization so it’s not suspicious that they share a room. it’s for convenience. and cost. and not because they’re fucking. eddie’s married, after all. to a woman. they’re just bros sharing a hotel room.

they walk to the conference events together which also isn’t weird. people go in groups all the time. if richie and eddie show up fifteen minutes after everyone else and they look a little extra sweaty…who’s gonna know. it’s hot out. people sweat like…

it’s also not weird that they go get dinner together after every day of the conference. sure, people may see them drunkenly cackling and leaning on each other on their way back to the hotel, getting way too close into each other’s spaces,,,but that’s normal, too. right?

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jayvik and 10 :-)

YIPPEE love u.

“Please don’t make me socialize, Jayce. You understand that I am doing you a tremendous favor by even showing my face,” Viktor mutters behind his vodka soda—one of the only perks of these damned Piltie parties.

“C’mon, V, it can’t be that bad,” Jayce tries, putting his hand around his partner’s shoulders. Viktor wishes the contact didn’t make him relax as much as it does. “You used to come to these kinds of things all the time, didn’t you?”

“That doesn’t mean I enjoyed it,” Viktor points out, tilting his glass at Jayce for emphasis. He leans into his partner’s side; they both pretend he hasn’t moved. “Besides, you are the face of Hextech, regardless, Mr. Man of Progress.” He relishes the flush that rises to Jayce’s cheeks at the nickname.

“You know I hate it when you call me that, Vik,” Jayce mutters with an irritation Viktor knows he doesn’t truly mean.

“Why do you think I do it?” Viktor replies cheerily, downing the rest of his glass and standing from his barstool. “Come. You wish for me to socialize? Then you at least must join me. They will all ask me questions about you, anyway. I would rather not be the one to speak on your relationship with Councilor Medarda.”

Jayce splutters into his glass (some type of sweet wine, Viktor notes with mild interest. Cute.) and turns redder still even as he stands to follow. “What—relationship? We don’t have a relationship.”

Viktor’s eyebrow raises skeptically. “You may want to tell her that, then.” Jayce’s brows furrow, and Viktor can’t help but laugh despite the ugly feeling curdling in his stomach. He turns back to the bar and signals for another drink. “You’re telling me you do not see the way she looks at you?”

“Wha—? No,” Jayce says, shaking his head. “No, Mel and I are just friends!”

Viktor lets out another dry laugh that quickly turns into a hacking cough. There’s Jayce’s hand on his shoulder again—but he waves him off. “Whatever you say, Jayce,” he says once he catches his breath. He inclines his head to the bartender in thanks and takes his drink, nodding out towards the sea of immaculately-dressed Piltovians. “Well?” he prompts. He knows Jayce doesn’t particularly enjoy these events, either, but he at least knows how to hide it better than Viktor. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Jayce agrees with a heavy exhale. “Y’know, it’s weird, but I’m not as nervous as I usually am. Guess you just calm me down, or something.” He grins sheepishly at Viktor, who suddenly feels his own cool skin warming.

“You’re right, Jayce. That is weird,” he agrees sharply, looking firmly at anywhere but the man standing next to him. “Come, let us go and get this over with.”

He can practically feel Jayce beaming. “Okay!”

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starbreaker :-) 🎶👗💔😶

music hc:

jace listens to classical music when he's trying to focus/grade papers/etc. he canonically listens to the complicated women podcast so i think he's a podcast listener when he goes to sleep. he will play it out loud and porter lays there in bed wide awake staring up at the ceiling

porter either listens to metal/rock or silence. there's no in between and no way to judge what mood he's in when he listens to one or the other. he picks jace up and the car is just completely silent and jace is like...are u mad at me

clothes hc:

they are literally overdressed gf/underdressed bf. jace does not know what casual means he pulls up dressed to the nines no matter where they're going. he actually gets fancier when he's not at work because he doesn't want to get any sorcery student effects on his nice clothes. meanwhile porter wears the same two pairs of pants and just switches out his various v-necks and gym shirts. jace isn't a wild magic sorcerer, but he had a wild magic surge the first time he saw porter in a button-down shirt.

also tiny shorts and cutoff tee porter. i know it to be true in my heart.

angsty hc:

jace has a lot of trust issues because he's been used in the past by friends and exes. it takes him months to accept that porter wants him for more than his body and won't take advantage of him. porter sacrifices him the next week.

porter catches himself almost telling jace he loves him a few months into...whatever their situationship is. he sacrifices him the next day, because he's terrified that jace will reject him if he's given the choice. jace comes back, choosing life, choosing porter, but the damage has been done.

random hc:

jace is severely allergic to cats. he loves cats, which results in him taking a lot of fantasy benadryl so he can pet them without breaking into hives.

porter is scared of horses. yes he's taller than most of them. he just doesn't like when they shake their heads at him.

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the real reason jace wears two belts is because he left his normal one at porter’s house and so put one on that he wears less frequently. and then porter pulls the original belt out when jace is in the middle of talking to aguefort or some shit like “you forgot this” and jace panics and is like “ah, yes! my second belt! i must have dropped it! thanks, colleague who i’ve never seen outside of work!” and ties it around his waist. and then to keep up the ruse he has to wear both all the time after that

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zarajace and 31 <3

"Zara," Jace sobs out, burying his face in the pillow to attempt to stifle his moans. "Oh, fuck, right there, don't stop--"

"He cannot make you feel this way, can he, kyankus?" Zara demands, punctuating the question with a sharp roll of her hips that has Jace's bucking downward. "He does not know how to treat one like you."

"You're r-right," he gasps in agreement. He can't remember the last time he was fucked this well by--well, by anyone, not by a long shot. And unlike Him, Zara doesn't need any mind control or rage magic. In fact, sometimes it feels like she's the only one who can talk him down anymore, get him breathless and pliant and happy instead of smugly satisfied or the feeling of being bared like a nerve. "He doesn't know--know how to make me feel good, oh, Zara, please--"

"Would you like to come, eshgham?" Zara coos, her sharp fingernails trailing down Jace's back and making him shiver. "You do sound so pretty when I draw it out." No, this hadn't been the first time Jace sought out Zara's more physical comforts, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Ngh, yeah, yes please, please," Jace sobs. His hands have been gripping the pillow this whole time, feeling an urgent gnawing to be goodgoodgoodforyouforher in his soul and so not touching despite how much he's aching for it. "Please!"

Zara purrs in his ear, one hand reaching down to wrap around the base of Jace's cock. "I have only one more question for you, Jace," she breathes, and he hears the faint shnk of her fangs dropping down. "Where is your god now?"

Her fangs sink into his neck, and all sense of reality slips away from Jace as he comes harder than he's ever had before. "Don't care, don't care," he thinks he might be saying, tears streaming down his face. "You, only you."

When Zara is finished feeding, she pulls out of Jace and flips him over, Prestidigitating off the cum drying tacky against his stomach. "You are so beautiful, Jace," she murmurs, leaning in to leave a bloodied kiss against his pale cheek. "He has never deserved you."

"It's okay," Jace says with a yawn, pulling her to his chest, "I don't deserve you."

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half-elf jace but the other half is harengon. so he’s kind of like a bunny satyr <3 now imagine this jace with werewolf porter.

porter tugs on jace’s ears when he feels like being particularly annoying. jace pretends to hate it. he doesn’t.

he loves doing it during sex because then he gets to see jace’s little tail twitching at the same time

jace pulls on his own ears as an anxiety thing. if porter’s around, he tells him to knock it off, because he’s the only one that gets to do that. and then he lets jace scratch his head instead so he has something to do with his hands and pretends like it doesn’t turn him into a puppy.

there’s definitely primal play going on. they’ll go out to the far haven woods so porter can hunt him down. jace gets five minutes to run.

porter can smell his fear and arousal in the air, and when he gets closer, he can hear his little heart beating rabbit-quick against his ribcage.

he lets out a snarl, voice raspy as he coos, “where are you, bunny?” he hears jace’s muffled whimper and laughs. jace’s scent gets thicker.

he knows how jumpy jace is and takes full advantage of it. he sneaks up behind him and pins him to the ground as he screams. “gotcha.”

jace’s eyes are wide, nose twitching and hands trembling as they wrap around porter’s furry biceps. “please don’t hurt me, mr. wolf,” he begs, and porter just chuckles again.

“if i hurt you,” he says, burying his snout into jace’s neck and inhaling his thick scent, “it’ll be because you’re begging me to.”

jace has bite marks all over him all the time. porter loves to see the bruises he leaves, knowing that he’s claiming jace, that nobody else gets to have him.

porter is jace’s german shepherd. he walks down the streets of bastion city at night freely because he knows ten steps behind him is this hulking wolf man that nobody would ever dare cross

it’s easy for porter to overpower jace, but that means he definitely underestimates him at times

the first time they fuck, jace comes so hard that he kicks porter in the face. porter has to use his entire store of lay on hands to unbreak his nose

porter is so possessive over jace. he rubs his scent over everything jace owns. he growls if someone gets too close to him, or—gods forbid—touches him.

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u should share a random starbreaker thought ur having rn <3

YAY ily ur my favorite <3 okay @iaus has me thinking about porter cooking for jace,,,i think that there’s some part of it that is just his paladin training that he can’t kick. he’s still a caretaker even if he can’t always express that in the best or most typical of ways, so when he comes to jace’s place and sees drive thru ketchup packets and one lemon in his fridge he’s immediately like no okay this isn’t going to work here. and he moans and groans about it the whole time but if jace ever says like you really don’t need to be doing this porter’s like fuck you no. i need you. i mean. i need you to be strong and healthy because it’s gonna fuck over the plan. so. i’m gonna make sure your kitchen is stocked. and if that means that jace’s pantry is filled with fantasy clif bars and protein powder in addition to all of the other things. that’s okay. because it’s for the plan. it’s all for the plan.