#modern ac

[hard-times-paramore]

[venomistress]

In an attempt to deal a devastating blow to the Templars, a group of modern-day Assassins revive and recruit legendary members of the Brotherhood. Faith gets caught up in the fight and learns a lot about herself and her past. Sequel to A Dream Forgotten, but you don't have to read that to understand this.

[eriochromatic]

winter outing featuring cross guild and company 🌨️🌨️🌨️

[chaoticace2005]

Alastor misinterpreting modern LGBTQIA+ labels also leaves room for so much confusion with the rest of the cast:

(Based on @onesidedradiostatic ‘s posts)

-Genuinely thinks Husk is attracted to kitchenware, to the point where one of his “punishments” is not being allowed in the kitchen

-If Huskerdust then Alastor begins to question if Angel is secretly a pan

-Knows Angel isn’t a pan so Alastor tells him there is no chance if Huskerdust happening (talked about here)

-Angel saying he’s gay and Alastor questioning that because he was sure Angel was depressed

-Reevaluating the bisexual label AGAIN when he finds out Pentious has two dicks, causing him to question his previous statement of Vox being dickless

-Vaggie: Im Lesbian, Alastor: I don’t believe I’m familiar with that country

-Alastor thinking all angels and/or exorcists are lesbians (yes, this includes Adam and Lucifer)

-Him thinking of Charlie as half-lesbian, not because he’s biphobic but because she’s half angel

-Lucifer mentioning he’s kind of gender-fluid so he wonders if the fluid of Lucifer is what’s responsible for one’s gender

-Thinking trans means transportation/transit/transcontinental railroad and assumes they’re the best people to travel with

-Him thinking “bisexual” refers to having two partners

-Him thinking “bisexual” refers to being attracted to bicycles so he removes all bicycles (and pans because fuck you Husker) from the hotel

-Him thinking the term “ace” refers to a phenomenal card player because he beat Husk in poker, taunts Husk for not being “ace” anymore (Alastor stole Husk’s aceness)

[chrollohearttags]

FIRE HYDRANT • portgas d. ace

ace loves his little squirter, perhaps a bit too much.

content + themes: firefighter!ace, firefighter!reader, choking, hate fucking, heavy squirting, he’s such a mean dom in this, mentions of oral sex, daddy is used, finger sucking, slapping, pet names are used (my love, babygirl, sweetheart), calls reader slut, missionary/mating press

📝: just a lil something to help me get my steam back. If it’s bad, you never saw it.

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“Okay, okayyyy…take some outtt..fuck!”

“Don’t be stupid, now move your hand before I do it for you.”

he was relentless and had been for the past couple hours or so..it seemed like he had no intention of doing so anytime soon either. Perhaps this time around..your big ass mouth had bit off far more than you could ever chew. Hence why at the moment..he was fish hooking his fingers in the sides of your jaws. Prompting you to suck on them as a means to shut you up. Feeding you a light tap to the cheek to ensure so as well.

“Rookie..how many times do I have to say it, huh? You don’t run a damn thing. It’s been what..four? Five? Hell, I’ve lost count how many times you’ve come on this dick. It’s like you can’t get enough of me, my love. I already knew that much though.”

the words tearing through you like a serrated dagger, slowly but surely cutting you up. A reminder of your weak resolve. You hated it, you hated it so fucking much that the one man you despised got you wetter than any boyfriend or partner you’d ever encountered. That this bastard knew your body far better than you did sometimes. He could do things that you’d never even imagined..taking you to heights unknown and yet, all you could do was stare at him in disgust as his cock plunged within your center repeatedly. Slamming balls deep as they smacked against your puckering asshole; drenched in your sticky mixture from drumming it out of you. It was just as he said, you had come for him for about the seventh time now. Running on fumes and pure spite to keep going. Maybe you wanted to prove him wrong that you could take whatever he threw your way, including the dick.

“Haaaah!—shit! Not right there..I’m gonna—“

“I know, babygirl. I know you are so why fight it? Squirt on daddy’s dick. Feels much better than arguing with me, doesn’t it?”

or..you loved the way he fucked you and your pride wouldn’t allow you to admit it! It would explain the large puddle formed underneath the towels on his couch and the splashes surrounding his foot; the other planted next to you so that he could truly get in it the way he wanted. And here you were..in the last position you wanted to be! Folded like a goddamn pretzel with your toes wiggling behind your head and this asshole hovering over you with that same stupid grin on his face, those deep set eyes and his necklace dangling in front of your nose. He was enjoying this. Enjoying turning his stubborn little rookie into his personal fire hydrant. The tight, juicy grip of that cunt embracing him like a warm hug..tinting his tan hued shaft with a sheet of white essence before exploding into the sweet, delicious rain as he made you squirt yet again. He’d never had pussy like it and it was for that reason alone, he put up with your bad attitude or rather, calmed it down.

“Nnggghhh!..I can’t..” your words were barely even making it above a decibel. A lot more quiet than the shouting you did at him when you first arrived. Pissed off about your inspection results earlier in the day. Granted, that was before he hissed at you to sit down, shut the fuck up and be a good slut for him..before he snatched your sundress down to reveal those plump tits and sucked on those gorgeous brown nipples that go so erect for him as he fingered you. And well before pinned your legs back and damn near sucked the flavor from your pussy! Using those nimble fingers to get you to climax..it was then that he discovered your little secret:

“Ahhh..so you’re a squirter, rookie? Well that’s good to know.”

and hadn’t stopped exploring it since. So for the duration of your stay, he’d been stretching that pussy out and using you to his heart's desire. Pulling on your hair, smacking on that fat ass as he gave you vicious backshots. Even tossing the pillow out of your way so you had zero comfort. His punishment for waking him up. Using your mouth as his personal cock sleeve, making you eat him up until you made a mess, calling him daddy after rewarding you with a warm nut to the back of your throat and after that, the fun really began. He’d kept you like this..drawing out orgasm after orgasm; streams of clear juices reaching as far up to his chest. Pulling out, tapping that mushroom tip against your slit to coax out another right after. He was having too much fun!

“You talk a lot of shit for someone who can’t even keep her eyes open. Too bad for you..”

suddenly, you’d feel the hard clutch of his digits around your throat which prompted you to gasp for air whilst clawing at his forearm. Zeroing in on your face, he’d hiss through gritted teeth and smile before slamming your head back down: “we’re not done, so wake that ass up. ‘M gonna beat that little pussy of yours so sore, you’ll be lucky if you can crawl out of here when I’m done. Gonna fuck you until you’re empty, baby..”

and something told you, that wouldn’t be anytime soon!

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

YA GOTTA GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, LOOFS!! SHOW THAT FLYING RAT WHO’S BOSS!!!!!

I just think it would be fun if they matched Halloween costumes like this :)

Bonus:

[notyoujamie]

[tinukis]

day 5 - little brother

so incredibly self indulgent but yeah anyway... little brother w his three older brothers

(please more asl + uta/asul bros please)

[onesidedradiostatic]

okay alastor's response of learning about the term "asexual" by responding with "a sexual? I'd say I'm the furthest thing from it" IS very funny but have we considered that he HAS heard the word before but not in the modern way. he's only heard of it used in the context of asexual reproduction. or asexual plants. he does not believe either applies to him.

[atomikats]

come eat kids, i made more modern au

bonus info

ace and sabo were both polisci majors (sabo bc he was actually interested, ace bc he got a basketball scholarship and figured he’d just tag along)

asl bros were all raised at dadan’s foster home, then moved out to an apartment together

yamato didn’t attend university and trained to be a pro basketball player

the whitebeards team is run by edward “whitebeard” newgate, a retired pro who treats all his players like family

ace used to attend all of jinbe’s office hours. first because he was failing, then because he started to respect jinbe’s philosophies and additional content

[spyroforlife]

Alastor: And then she called me an 'ace in the hole', whatever that means

Angel: It was a joke, she's saying you're asexual

Alastor: A sexual what? I'm not sexual for ANYTHING

Angel: Yeah, I mean asexual, all one word. As in, without sexuality. You don't feel sexual attraction. We call it asexual, often shortened to ace. Ergo, you're an 'ace in the hole'

Alastor: There's actually a word for that?? Ridiculous. But points to Rosie for the cute wordplay, I suppose.

Angel: I know you aren't but if you WERE a sex-favorable asexual, well. You could be an ace in MY hole-

Alastor: (immediately bonks him with his mic)

[hard-times-paramore]

Okay, I admit there's a bit of a pet peeve I have with "bleeding effect" Assassin's Creed AUs where the ancestors meet Desmond. I can't forget those people have already lived their lives. Like, it's all set in stone. You're just seeing their memories. How their lives already went.

Ezio and Altaïr managed to interact with Desmond across time because of the Apple and other keys of Eden, but that's also gonna be in their memories. Desmond could access his ancestors seeing himself through the Animus.

So when I write Desmond talking to his ancestors because of bleeding effect, I also make him fully aware he's not talking to the real them, but with a hallucination of them, a copy of a copy in his head. Memories of memories. His brain speculating from what he got out of meeting them.

It's sad to think about, but the ancestor in his head isn't the real one. And I think knowing that would hurt, too. Specially for Desmond, who has kind of a shitty family (definitely a shitty father) and he's feeling more connected as a family to the idea of his ancestors than with them.

It makes the fleeting moments he actually managed to reach across time all the more important to him.

[queerdraws]

modern AU

[officialmiintee]

one piece / maybe the world was kinder to them in a different life!

[jove999]

A Short modern au

[chrollohearttags]

ace loves more than anything to tease his girl! Sure, he plays the occasional prank or pokes fun at the way you eat. Even throwing around a silly nickname here or there..

but nothing brings him more satisfaction than watching you writhe and squirm on top of him. A firm hand clutching the back of your neck to keep you in place against his chest. Meanwhile, your legs are slightly parted as he pushes that toy in and out of your little cunt..it’s practically sucking it in. That silicone dildo marked with a different color at each inch to show how far you can take it. And at the moment, you’re just not meeting his standards.

“Babyyyy..please..”

“Unt uh..not yet, pretty girl..you’ll get mine when you can handle all of this.”

a promise he intended to keep. As it stood, you couldn’t even fit it to the halfway point without you coming undone. Cream and slick coating the tip and part of its shaft. Trust, he wishes it were him..wish that he could grip your asscheeks in his hands and bounce you up and down on his cock right now. Wishing he could make you come until those pretty little eyes rolled back…that he could fill it up with every last remnant of but he had to offer. But he’s got the patience of a saint. He doesn’t mind playing the long game so long as he got what he wanted in the end. So he’ll continue working that little pussy over..stroking at the same pace he would if it were him inside of you. Taking some out only to shove it back in gently. Listening to the pop and squelch of your tight walls constricting around it. “Look how fucking tight you are, babe..you’re barely opening up.” The tent in his pants is only growing larger but he can’t cave just yet. Not when he’s got you nearly trained to his liking. Finally meeting the thrusts of that fake thing..he’s confident you’ll have no problem taking that dick once he decides to give it to you! But for now, he’s enjoying this view. Watching you rut yourself against his thigh as he keeps pushing it in and out. Your nails clawing at his chest whilst his lips softly press to your temple. You’re growing anxious, getting restless and even start pawing at his obvious hard on. But he’s equally quick to swat your hand away. It’s not the right time in his opinion.

“..I know you’re getting impatient, gorgeous. But trust me, you’ll be glad I made you wait for it.”