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lavender-devotion · 29 days

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Hi Hi! I wasn't sure if you're open but can I request a Alastor x reader who is a charlie's older sister and she is alastor's fiance. They never told their hotel friends, basically they're in a secret relationship, until Lucifer arrived (from episode 5 dad beat dad) and announced she's engaged. but no body knew who her fiance was until alastor popped up behind her and pressed a kiss on her. Charlie's happy and Lucifer D:

As soon as I saw this request I immediately ran to make this meme, lmao I'm sorry 😭

anywho, here we go lmao

Summary: You’re Lucifer's eldest and, much like Charlie, you’re desperate to have his support and approval---he’s your dad, of course you are. So, when he finally visits the hotel, you can't wait to tell him that you're engaged. And he's overjoyed...that is, until he finds out that you're engaged to the Radio Demon. What happens when your fiancé and your dad start feuding over you, forcing you to pick a side? Your family, or the love of your life?

Tags: Alastor x Fem!Reader, No Use of (Y/N), Reader is Lucifer's Eldest, Secret Relationship, Lucifer has a heart attack bc Alastor, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, we're just gonna pretend Alastor has been at the hotel a longer time than in canon bc Plot, Charlie is a Good Sister TW: None <3 Word Count: 2.6k Read it on Ao3 <3

When you'd first met Alastor, you had been…skeptical of him, to say the least.

To be completely honest, you’d hated him—and that was putting it lightly. You hated how condescending he was, you hated the fact that he clearly had ulterior motives, you hated that he kept everything about himself a secret, you hated his damn smile, you hated…him!

And the feeling was definitely mutual.

Alastor hated your obvious distrust of him, he hated the fact that you neither feared nor respected him, he hated the way you’d constantly tell Charlie and the others to be wary of him, he hated the way you always seemed to get in the way of his plans, he hated…you!

And no matter how many lessons Charlie had on friendship and trust—lessons that she forced the two of you to attend, I might add—or how many lectures about how the two of you needed to get along or how much she begged the two of you to stop fighting, nothing ever worked.

But…then something changed.

At some point between then and now, the two of you began to soften and learn more about each other---often against your will, and your wishes---and you found...that you had more in common than previously thought.

You both preferred radio to television, you both had a love and penchant for cooking, you both enjoyed quite a few of the same novels, and on and on it went. And those similarities brought the two of you closer together and, although neither of you ever wanted to admit it, you actually began to get along. Eventually, after enough time had passed, the two of you managed to forget why you didn't get along in the first place---all of it becoming a distant memory.

Of course, one thing led to another, and now you were lucky enough to have a pretty little ring on your left hand---not married yet, but soon to be.

Obviously none of the others knew about any of this, by both of your wishes. You were both private people and, knowing everyone else, they would ask questions and the two of you would end up having to spill your entire life's stories to finally get them to leave it be---and even that wasn't guaranteed!

So, to avoid the drama of it all, you just...kept things quiet. Private.

It wasn't particularly hard---Alastor wasn't much of a PDA person, especially in public; neither of you were particularly big fans of pet names; your dates were always fairly simple; and the two of you had your own jobs within the hotel to attend to, so half the time you weren't even in each other's presence.

It was...nice. Having someone to lean on, being able to see another side of Alastor---and having him all to yourself. No one else had him like you did, and you preferred it that way. Of course, though, all good things had to come to an end.

Your and Charlie's father, Lucifer, was coming to the hotel for the first time and---knowing him---it'd be the last, so now was possibly your only chance to tell him about your engagement in person.

Part of you was nervous, considering that you hadn't even told him---or anyone else---you were dating someone and now you were just going to spring an engagement on all of them, but another part of you was relieved and excited. Obviously, you would miss the privacy, but who knew? Maybe everyone's constant curiosity wouldn't bother you as much as you thought, and you might actually end up enjoying a more public relationship.

One where you could kiss him whenever you pleased, instead of being forced to wait until the two of you were alone; one where you could wish him goodbye with an "I love you," instead of snarky "don't die" on the way out; one where you could simply blow off any potential suitors with an "I'm married," instead of having to convince them that you really weren't interested in dating. Maybe all of that would be nice too.

"Nervous?" Alastor asked, the static overlay of his voice drawing you out of your thoughts. You turned away from the mirror you were looking into, instead turning your attention to your beloved---his ever-present smile softening as he looked at you.

"A little, I just..." you sighed, "I just want this to go well, but---knowing my dad---he's going to freak out and it'll be a whole thing."

He chuckled and stepped forward until he was close enough to brush a stray piece of hair out of your face, "not to worry, my dear, I'm sure everything will go just fine."

"But-"

"And if it doesn't," he continued, "I'll be by your side to help you fix it all. You won't be alone."

You smiled and let him draw you into a chaste kiss, some of your tension dissipating in his presence. Somehow he always knew how to make you feel better.

"What would I ever do without you?" You asked, gently cupping his face.

He tilted his head slightly to press another kiss to your palm, "you'll never have to find out."

Suddenly the unmistakable sound of Charlie's voice made its way up to your shared room, introducing everything and everyone in the hotel to---who you assumed to be---your father. So there was no more preparing yourself for it, now you just had to do. Besides, maybe Alastor was right, maybe he'd take the announcement better than you thought.

There was only one way to find out.

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"WHAT??? HIM???"

He did not, in fact, take it better than you thought.

You tried to wait for the perfect time to break the news, but---of course---your dad had immediately spotted the ring on your finger- (a detail that, somehow, everyone else had missed) -and pressed you for more information, his actual reason for visiting long forgotten. By both him and everyone else, apparently.

Getting a meeting with Heaven was suddenly playing second fiddle to everyone's curiosity about who you'd been dating behind their backs---who you were now engaged to. So, after a lot of pressing and pressing, you'd finally relented and admitted that it was Alastor. Which had led to...all of this.

Charlie was vibrating off the walls, everyone else was in various states of shock, and your dad...looked like he was in the middle of a mental breakdown.

"You can't- I mean-" He laughed, more than a little hysterical, "you're not actually engaged to him, are you?"

Before you could answer, Alastor cut in---a sharp edge coloring his tone.

"Why wouldn't she be?"

Your father's attention switched from you to Alastor, practically seething as he looked at him. You couldn't see Alastor's face from your place beside him, but you could tell that the feeling was mutual by the crackling electricity that crawled across your skin.

"Have you ever fucking met you?" Your father asked incredulously.

"Yes, and I'm very lucky to have her," Alastor responded, punctuating his statement with a gentle kiss on your cheek---a kiss obviously done just to piss your father off, since you knew Alastor wasn't exactly fond of public affection.

The tension was thick in the air as the two just stood there, glaring at each other.

Then finally, your father laughed.

"Alright then..."

Jazzy, upbeat, music suddenly came out of nowhere, and—before you had any time to process what was happening—you were drawn into your father’s song and dance number, the world around you shifting to follow his words.

“Looks like you could use some help, from the big boss of Hell himself! Obviously, since I don’t know how you could’ve felt that this–”

One voice, “Bastard!”

Two, “Jackass!”

Three, “Arrogant piece of shit!”

Back to your father, “–would ever make a suitable husband! Especially for you, did you forget?”

He twirled you around until you were in an elegant dress and crown, falling backwards onto a throne.

“You’re a princess of Hell, so better yet! Rather than an old outdated crook—who’s probably just using you for your station, at least from the looks—why not let your dad give you pick of the lot?” He snapped his fingers, new people appearing with every beat, “men, women, or those in between; outgoing royalty or someone serene, anything but this walking tomato lookin’ prick—you could have anyone, so just take your pick!”

A streak of shadow suddenly shoved your father to the side, Alastor appearing in his place with a charming grin—his shadow twirling around you like it was trying to hold you.

“My dear it’s true that you’re one of a kind—everything anyone could ask for, a very rare find,” he knelt before you and kissed your hand, “I’m a very lucky sinner to call you my own, to stand by your side as you sit on your throne.”

He then moved to sit on the arm of your throne, pulling you into his side, “however I have to agree that someone around here is a crook, but it’s certainly not me, so let’s take a look!”

The first person he picked out of the crowd was Charlie, his shadow minions bringing her forward dressed in her own royal attire, “your darling sister, who’s been by your side—supporting you through your troubles, high or low tide!”

Next came the other residents, dressed in their own fancy clothing, although less detailed than yours and your sister’s, “your close hotel friends, do you dare suspect them? Even though they’ve proven they’d follow you to the end?”

Finally he knelt in front of you again, dressed in his own royal attire and placing a golden ring on your left ring finger, “or do you truly think it could be me, your doting husband-to-be? Could I be the traitor despite the love, trust, and devotion I’ve given to you, or everything I’ve done to prove that my affection is true?”

“Of course not! You know that, so why don’t you see?” Suddenly your father was shoved forward like a criminal, the shadows dressing him in peasant style clothing, “the only traitor around here is this snake, does he take you for Eve?”

“Excuse me?” Your father asked incredulously, pushing back the shadows and reappearing in his usual clothing.

“Trying to lead you to darkness with his tricks and lies, wanting you to be miserable and lonely instead of by my side.”

“Hold on now–” “All this unsupportive jargon, telling you how you should live your life,” Alastor practically snarled, looking your father dead in the eye, “no wonder that this bastard was left by his wife.”

Your head was left spinning as things quickly switched between your father playing a golden fiddle, to your fiance interrupting him on a vintage piano—the two practically seething at each other before turning their attention back to you.

First Alastor, “my dear, why don’t you pick your own path, instead of listening to this stick in the mud?”

Then your father, “why choose a shitty partner over your own blood?”

And that is how it went.

“And pick a deadbeat father, nothing more than a dud? Wouldn’t you rather find happiness with the family you choose?”

Over.

“Yeah, sure, pick a bunch of losers–”

And over.

“Can you butt out of my song?”

And over.

“Your song? I started this!”

Until finally– “I’m singing it, I’ll finish it!”

You had had enough.

“Oh you tacky piece of sh–”

"JUST STOP!" You shouted, bringing their argument to a screeching halt and drawing a deadly silence into the room, "for fuck's sake---how can the two of you not see your own hypocrisy?! Even when it's sitting right in front of you!"

The two of them stared at you, wide eyed, but you kept going before they could respond.

"You're arguing over what's best for me, while not even fucking asking me what I want! This isn't even about me, this is about the two of you hating each other," you took a breath, desperately blinking back tears, "well you know what? BOTH of you are hurting me! BOTH of you are ignoring my wishes! BOTH of you are treating me like shit! And I don't want to fucking be around EITHER OF YOU!"

And without another word you turned on your heel and left the hotel.

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The moment you heard footsteps coming near you, you flipped around and snarled---prepared to snap at your father or Alastor, whichever one decided to come kiss your ass to one-up the other. But, instead, you only found Charlie standing behind you, a concerned look on her face.

You immediately turned away from her and wiped your eyes, not wanting your little sister to see you like this, but she didn’t seem to mind—just sitting beside you and resting her head on your shoulder as you sniffled.

After a moment, you broke the silence.

“I just…I don’t understand,” you said, voice shaking, “they’ve known each other for five fucking minutes and already hate each other. Why can’t they just get along for me? Do I seriously matter that little to them?”

Charlie was quiet for a moment, mind churning.

“I don’t necessarily think that’s it,” her voice was quiet as she spoke, as if she was thinking through each word, “I think that, for the first time ever, both of them are dealing with the fact that they might not be the most important man in your life and…I guess this is just their way of reacting to that.”

You turned to her, eyebrows raising, and she continued to explain.

“Family is important to you, Alastor knows that, but he hasn’t had to…complete, I guess, with anyone for his place by your side before—so, when dad showed up and openly disapproved of him, I think he just got scared that you’d leave him because of what dad thinks,” she took a breath, still thinking through her words, “dad, on the other hand, has always been the one who you’d run to for everything—if you were scared, sad, happy, or needed help, he was the one you’d go to. Now you have Alastor and that’s who you go to for everything, so I think dad just got scared that you wouldn’t need him anymore now that you’re getting married.”

“Congratulations, by the way,” she added wryly, squeezing your arm with a smile.

You gave her a small smile back, “how’d you ever get to be so smart?”

“I learned from the best.”

You sighed, “I just wish they’d get over themselves, I can—in fact—have more than one important man in my life, there’s not a fucking limit.”

“Yeah well…men can be stupid, I guess.”

You snorted and pulled her close, gently ruffling her hair, “you’ve got that right…between you and me, though, I like you better than both of them.”

Charlie giggled and hugged you, the two of you inseparable, just like when you were kids. You took a little longer to just breathe and enjoy the sweet moment with your sister, before finally releasing her.

She then got up and dusted off her suit, bright smile now firmly back in place, “now, let’s head back! I’m pretty sure Vaggie’s already got them working on their apologies, and I already have so many ideas for a new lesson plan on: selflessness and communication!”

You shook your head, but didn’t manage to quite hide your smile. Whatever happened, at least you would always have Charlie by your side…and Alastor and your father, if the two could manage not to kill each other.

“Those apologies better not be in fucking song format.”

“…I’ll text Angel.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #devotion's posts: requests🪻#devotion’s posts: fic stuff 🪻

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luna-lovegreat · 6 months

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Twilight and Legends relationship

...I love it

**in this post there's a lot of stuff I didn't notice before. I'm gonna resist the urge to write an essay on each point, and attempt to leave most of it up to the reader's interpretation**

Ok ok there's a ton of stuff here, starting with early character scenes

They're like the rest of the chain: They fight together and talk. Legend is close to Hyrule, and Twilight to Wild and Time.

We see some things Twilight and Legend have in common. One is their dislike of Hyrule knights, and-

As seen in the Gerudo clothes scene, both Twi and Leg like to mess around with pranks and have a lot of snark... wonder what would happen if they worked together

But there's something really important about how Twilight views Legend:

I wasn't aware this was before looking closely at their interactions but... Twilight didn't originally like Legend. This is shown a lot later on- in his facial expressions and words towards Legend. But from the start he didn't like him much, and here's why:

From the start, Jojo says this- Twilight judges Legend's actions as too harsh since his mannerisms come across as picking on someone. (Also Sky you are so so pure and cute 10/10 most huggable Link)

Legend is abrasive because he's had so many adventures- he's hardened to the point of being sharp. But it's wonderful that that character can still be so loved- his heart is good (hero duh)

Twilight has always been a big brother. It makes him well loved (rightly so). Jojo says he knows people can change- for good or bad. But because of his past Twilight doesn't like people picking on others "not even a little". It's complicated- we see it affect Twilight's attitude towards Legend a lot.

Anywho moving on to the plot

Wolfie, Aka twilight

Dark mirror stuff happens, and Legend finds out Twi's Wolfie- as we all know. But he can't just. Acknowledge it of course. He's gotta probe and tease, asking pointed questions (snark snark snark)

And in his attempts to be certain about the Wolf stuff, we were blessed with:

Bunny Legend

Welp. That investigation did not go as planned.

Animal forms:

Bunnies are soft, but Legends actions are not. He is guarded and sharp yet his form shows how sweet his true heart is

Wolves will love/protect their family yet are fierce, they have fangs and will fight. The root of who Twilight is is his kindness and family

Also (sarcastic) good job to Four and Wild for being SO SUBTLE with their emotions when Legend's asking questions hinting he knows Twi's secret

Legend: asking questions about the secret shhh

Four and Wild: Are having a freaking heart attack about it

Twilight: starts ranting about goats

...

Once Twilight gets over the shock of Legend like. Absorbing his crystal. He... well, looking at the harshness in his face and words, this is where Legend's attitude and his past with Colin being bullied biased him against Legend.

Look at his face in each panel through the progression- Twilight is more and more confused thinking legend is not who he thought he was...

And Twilight certainly sympathizes/relates to being hurt by losing someone he loved (in whatever form the relationship took)

And WHY is it always girlfriend trauma with these boys of COURSE it's girlfriend trauma that brings them together NOT SHARING A SPIRIT AND LOVE OF SWINGING GLORIFIED METAL NO THEY HAVE TO BOND OVER RELATIONSHIPS GONE WRONG

Twilight then thinks well that's a good reason to be pretty changed because from the start Jojo said he'll always understand people changing...

So they go, and make legend human again (with pink hair) and Legend is... surprised. And grateful...

Another few defining moments:

Legend's dialogue thanking him is the real start of them connecting like in Leg's original character description "the most reliable, you want him on your team"

And again Twi's face, Twilight is looking at Leg differently throughout this- contemplating to be honest. Considering...

And remember when I said these two both like to prank? Well the second they have a shared experience and get back to camp they immediately team up and start barraging Warriors with snark

Heaven help the chain when these two are on the same side

Legend has never been close to people outside of the few he's accepted as his (love him and hyrule's bond). After this? Twilight's one of his people. There's much more expression of caring and closeness towards Twilight- something we don't see with many.

And then, well, Twilight nearly dies. And Legend, he cares

Bunny boys puppy dog eyes are gonna kill me someday

Twilights pretty injured, he really doesn't see/remember all these moments showing how much Legend wants to help

And then we have this moment

this moment

Matters so so much

Look at Twi's face. Look at his surprise, realization, and acceptance- this is when he realizes- when he sees how much Legend cares for him

Twi woke from his deathbed for his family

and then in the next few updates it's really cute- he just is barely recovering and legend is just... beside him. Staying by his side

Animal forms later development:

Legend's bunny form is soft- but he is still not totally soft. Looking at Legends actions and facial expressions towards the others, while he's definitely closer to Twi now, he's still the snarky boy we know and love.

Twilight's Wolf form is loyal and loves family: Once he knows legends heart? Full on pack love.

And WHY were they so very intent on petting each other

Legend: I'm gonna go try and pet the wolf since I think he's my dude yes good plan

Twilight: I KNOW THIS IS WEIRD BUT IVE NEVER PET A RABBIT BEFORE LET ME TOUCH YOU

...

Here's a few random parallels of them to chew on because I love parallels (them snarky snarking each other, then some brother love parallels)

The thing with these two is their character bonding and whatever is not all sweet and lovey like some of the others. They have some REALLY sweet caring moments with each other. But snark plus snark equals double snark, meaning them together is the weirdest mix of kindness and teasing you've ever seen

And although at the beginning they were pretty harsh towards each other, it makes their getting closer and learning their similarities all the better.

#lots of food for thought #I was surprised to notice Jojos words and Twi's expressions showing he didn't like Legend at first #maybe the progression is the best part #they are so close and care so much #but the pranking???#literally the second they get back to camp after bonding they start messing with the others #the snarkiest boys what mischief will they commit #they're terrifying together #if legend hyrule and wild are the terror trio maybe these two are the terror duo #maybe legend being friends with anyone is just terrifying #loz #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu twilight #Lu legend #I love them so much #now onward! to homework!#ugh college

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strawberryspence · 2 years

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(God I am such in a shit mood. So here I wrote this.)

It's 1986. Steve falls in love with Eddie first. It's crazy. It's so crazy. He falls in love between the world ending for the fourth time and saving it for real this time. He falls in love between rushing into a hospital Eddie's bleeding body and staying by his bedside.

In the aftermath, they become friends. Real actual friends with a little more trauma than normal friendships but they support each other, help each other grow. They smoke weed, go to the quarry, go bowling. They have hundreds of D&D nights. They co-parents the kids and they drag Eddie to his graduation. They throw parties and pool parties. Go to Indiana to go barhopping and record thrifting. In-between all these moments Steve falls in love. He can't pin point when exactly, but maybe he's been in love with Eddie Munson all along.

Steve keeps it in, because their friendship was so much more important. He's the closest thing Steve will have as a bestfriend (Robin's not counted, because Robin's not just his bestfriend). The pining, the yearning, the longing, it's okay. It's okay as long as he has Eddie beside him and it's so much better than not having him.

It's 1991. It's 1991 when Steve finally cannot take it. He wants so much more with Eddie. By now, they've moved to Chicago, they're both struggling adults but at least they're together and what he feels for Eddie is killing him inside. He knows Eddie doesn't feel the same. He knows. But Steve still wants to tell him so he can hear it from Eddie's lips, that he doesn't feel the same, so Steve can just fucking move on.

Steve tells him. Steve tells him on a rainy evening. Eddie looks shocked, like he's never even thought about it and it truly hurts more than anything. Steve would rather get eaten by demobats again than this. Steve tells him that it's okay if he doesn't feel the same way. He just wants Eddie to reject him so he can finally, finally move on. Eddie looks at him, and tells him, "I will always love you, Stevie. But I don't think I've ever loved you in that way." They move out of their shared apartment, a mutual decision on both their sides.

They both stay in Chicago. They stay best friends who meets up every Friday night for a drink. They have lunches together. They talk about the kids and share tidbits of secrets that was supposed to be secrets. They're best friends and it's everything Steve Harrington has wanted as he tries to finally move on.

It's 1996. The whole Party is in town for whatever reason. They don't really need a reason to see each other. They're in Robin and Nancy's shared home. Eddie's DM-ing just like the old times.

Eddie's working at a small music studio as a Producer. It's nothing big yet, but he's finally in that stage in his life that he's happy and he's done something real in his life. Steve's getting his Phd in Child Psychology and it takes everything in Eddie to not tease and call him Doctor every fucking waking minute.

They're having a snack break in between the campaign. Eddie's sitting and eating on the couch when Robin plops down beside him, throwing her legs on his lap. They're still close, they see each other almost every other week. They laugh as they watch Steve and Dustin wrangle each other for a drink or a snack, no ones really sure.

"Hey, Eds?" Eddie hums, looking over at Robin.

"I am glad you and Steve stayed friends." The confession surprises him. They never talked about it after that night, some part of Eddie knows that Robin knows but they've never talked about it too.

"Of course, we stayed friends. Why wouldn't we?" Eddie answers, his voice unsure of why Robin is even bringing this up right now. It's been 5 years since that rainy night.

"I don't know. You know that love where you feel like you'll explode if you don't tell them? Like the one that makes you feel like your a ticking time bomb?" Eddie shakes his head as Robin continues, "That's what Steve had for you. I guess that love was also enough to just love you as a friend. I am glad you're both happy." Robin kisses his cheek before leaving.

Eddie stares at Steve, really looks at him, as he laughs and smiles with the kids as they catch up with their lives and Eddie watches as if in command, Steve turning to him like a boat finding his lighthouse. Steve smiles at him and it's a different one, his eyes crinkle into crescent moons and Eddie swears his eyes shine in the dark room and a bomb explodes in his heart.

Eddie tries to remember every time he felt this way around Steve. The day he wakes up from the hospital, the day he graduates high school, the day they drop of Dustin to college, the day they move in to their apartment, the day Steve told him that he loved him, every goddamn day in between.

And god, Eddie's the biggest fucking idiot. Eddie's been a ticking time bomb in the last ten years and he always thought it was just nothing. It was normal to love someone this much because, you know, he saved his life and Steve's his bestfriend. He didn't even realize he loves Steve, but that means nothing now, he's already five years too late. He's seen Steve going on dates, trying to move on from him and he even supported him.

It's 2000. Britney Spears is everywhere and Eddie Munson is still in love with Steve Harrington. He stops dating, gives up on it all together. He's the one pining, yearning and longing now and he hates it only because this is what Steve felt for so long and Eddie can't believe he even didn't notice.

Eddie's content in it. He missed his chance, he missed it by five years when Steve held out his heart to him in his palm. Eddie's happy in every aspect in his life. Eddie is working as a Producer in a big company now, if you see the latest big hit you can usually see his name in the writers and producers. He just bought Wayne his first apartment, he has a cat named Sabbath. Max and Lucas just got married. Robin and Nancy are adopting kids. Dustin is ring shopping. Will and Mike finally got their shit together. Steve is in the peak of his career, he's writing a book about child abandonment issues and teaching classes and giving seminars in his free time while dating the most gorgeous girl Eddie's ever seen. Eddie swears that if he isn't gay, she would be his type, not only that but she's actually kind and good to Steve. She works as a social worker and is an actual angel on earth and no matter what Eddie does, he doesn't have it in him to hate her. They're all sure they're headed to marriage. The kids all love her, and has Robin's stamp of approval. He is happy. Everyone is happy.

There's a big gaping hole in his heart that only Steve Harrington can fill and he doesn't know what to do when he stays up at night, in a big cold bed, alone, filled with regrets or when they're at parties and Steve's laughing with her and Eddie thinks that could've been him.

But it's okay, Eddie will swallow his feelings because the love of his life is happy. It's okay as long as he has Steve beside him because being his bestfriend, even if that means he'll have to stand behind him at his future wedding, is better than not having Steve in his life.

-> part two

#MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH SUFFER WITH ME #right person but theyre both idiots #steddie rants #steddie #daeheadcanons #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie headcanon #steddie fic rec #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson angst

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frickingnerd · 7 months

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kiss me before i lose my mind

pairing: luka couffaine x gn!reader

summary: luka knows he really shouldn't kiss you in public, to keep your relationship a secret. but he just can't keep his hands off you...

tags: secret relationship, marinette crushing on luka, adrien crushing on reader, open ending, luka is a bad liar

seeing you smile at him like this but being unable to hold you close and kiss you was absolutely killing luka.

but you and luka had decided to keep your relationship a secret from your friends, ever since the two of you got together a few weeks ago. after all, making your relationship public would only end up hurting someone. everyone knew that marinette had a thing for luka, as well as that adrien had a little crush on you as well. those two were your friends and you really didn't want to hurt them by making out in front of them, but it was getting harder and harder as time went by to keep your relationship a secret.

the two of you were currently at a party that rose was hosting, having arrived there separately, only to find your way towards each other once everyone had arrived. despite trying to keep it hidden, you still couldn't stay away from each other. and keeping your hands to yourself was just as hard, if not harder…

"please, stop smiling at me like that. i'm not sure what will happen if you keep doing that…"

luka's eyes went back and forth between you and the dancefloor, where all of his friends were dancing together. despite having found a more secluded spot, he was sure someone would notice if he'd kiss you right now. though he really couldn't keep away from you for long…

"luka… i always smile like that"

you replied amused, gently resting a hand on your boyfriend's cheek, only for him to remove it and take your hand into his own.

"then i guess i never realized how pretty you look…" luka leaned in a bit. "i really, really want to kiss you right now…"

you could feel his breath against your lips and the loud music in the background. yet somehow, luka's breathing sounded so much louder than the music, as he tried to control himself and stop himself from pulling you into a kiss.

"and the others? if they see us, they–"

"would it be selfish if i said i don't care anymore…? i know they're our friends, but… as our friends, they should be happy for us! and nothing would make me happier than kissing you already…"

luka was barely holding himself back anymore. his lips shaking with anticipation, just waiting to finally meet yours.

"just one kiss, alright?"

you both know that it wouldn't stay at just one. but luka mumbled a quick "sure" out, before pressing his lips onto yours, his hands finding their way onto your hips and pulling you closer. you closed your eyes, immersing yourself into the moment. after a few seconds, luka pulled away for a quick second to gasp for air, only to press his lips onto yours for a second and then third kiss.

you only pulled away from each other when you heard someone approach, a familiar voice calling out to the two of you.

"is everything okay…?"

you quickly pulled away from each other. luka towered over you, covering adrien's view of you, which led to the model only getting a good view of luka's back.

you stared into luka's eyes for a moment, a panicked look on both of your faces, before you put on a smile and turned around to face your friend.

"yeah, all good here!" luka smiled, trying to look as calm as he always did. "i just… got my necklace entangled in their clothes… you know how it is!"

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying not to grin after that awful lie luka told. and yet, adrien seemed to buy it.

"oh, i see! then, if you don't mind, would you like to dance with me, y/n..?"

you turned to luka for a moment, almost as if asking for his permission. though in the end, you knew you had no reason to refuse adrien's request.

"sure, i'd love to!" you replied and the blonde boy's face lit up. "we'll talk again later then, luka~!"

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fieldofdaisiies · 8 months

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Love's A Burden

ship: Azriel x Reader type: angsty drabble word count: 1,1k warnings: none request: Reader being Az's lover but also being Dawn Court's Spymaster, so they have a secret relationship where they see each other once a month in a old cabin where they promise that they are not spies there, they're just Azriel and the reader enjoying each other, without work and without tensions❤️ thank you @moonlightazriel for beta reading this for me, it was a long time without writing x Reader, but I am back!

Tears cloud your vision as you watch your lover kiss down your chest, to your hip bone. His scarred hands fist the sheets, almost like he does not want to let go, almost like he needs to hold onto so it is not just another fleeting moment that is over way too soon. But it will be over soon. It has too.

When the shadowsinger reaches your knee, he places one last kiss to your kneecap and pushes off the bed, straightening up. With bitterness etched upon his features he starts looking for his trousers. But you sit up quickly, the sheets falling down to your hips and when you part your lips, your voice is shaky and you find yourself stopping him. "Please, stay." Your lower lip quivers. "Just a few more moments. I can't let you go yet. Please, I need you to hold me a little longer."

Azriel looks torn between his duty to return to the Night Court, and staying here a moment longer with you. You are his priority, you rule out his sense of duty. "A few more moments then," he says, no longer looking for his trousers. He climbs back onto the bed, slides under the sheets and pulls you to him. You immediately relax, finding solace and peace when you rest your face on his strong pectoral, right above his heart. It beats in the same sad rhythm as yours. Azriel's scarred hand finds its place on your lower back, fingers curling so he can hold onto you.

"Why does it have to be so difficult?" you whisper. Your throat is burning, eyes glazing and your can't turn to look at him. You can't stand the pained expression on his face, knowing he hurts just as much as you.

Star-crossed lovers, or something like this. At least this is what the books you always read call it. You met during a High Lords meeting, both simultaneously leaving the room to go spying on Beron who had left the room before you. You ended up hiding together and almost like love at first sight you were struck by lightening when your eyes met for the first time. He was the male for your life, you knew it in that moment. But being the spymasters from two different courts meant that your love for each other wasn't an easy one.

You couldn't love each other outside the confines of a secret place — it was too dangerous. If anyone found out… you don't even allow yourself to think of the consequences.

Especially in the foreground there is always the thought, the imminent fear that you are spying on each other. You never would, but still this is something you have to deal with since the first time you kissed, the first time you were intimate.

"I don't know," Azriel says, his voice hoarse. "But remember what we promised each other?"

You finally tip your head back to look up at him, eyes meeting his. "That in here, there is no talk of that. No sadness. Just us and our love." He bows his head, and squeezes you to him.

"In here, it is just the two of us. No court business, no fear, no tension, no sadness."

You shift a little on the bed, moving up on, always careful of his wings.

Both your hands are planted on his strong chest, and you lean over him. "I love you," you says, lips only mere inches from his. "With my whole heart."

One scarred hand comes up, and Azriel brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. He leans in further, lips touching yours. "I love you with my whole heart," he whispers, but the last part is already swallowed up by the kiss you share. His lips meet yours in a slow and lazy, but nevertheless passionate kiss. He pulls you close to him, holds you tightly, as your lips meld, and the tears that leave you fall onto his face. "Don't cry," he whispers before he captures your lips again, relishing in the soft press of your body against his.

But you can't stop, and it doesn't matter. You keep kissing him with all the love and affection you feel for him, no space between your bodies, nor between your souls.

His arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, as the Spymaster of the Night Court guides you onto him, your knees braced on either side of his hips.

The kiss deepens, your bodies melding, his hold on you tightening even more, until you break the kiss, breathlessly staring into each other's eyes. "I will never tire of kissing you," Azriel breaths, hands stroking down to give your butt a two-handed squeeze. He lets his hands travel up again, resting them on your lower back. "And one day, we will have a chance to show our love outside. One day, we won't need to hide anymore."

You find yourself nodding, holding onto the sliver of hope that connects your souls and hearts. You lean down and kiss his jaw, before resting your head on his chest again, your whole body actually, delving into the wonderful feel of his body against yours.

Within the confines of the hut, silence takes over. Beyond outside, branches lightly caress the wall, a soft breeze blowing through the trees.

Azriel moves the blanket over the both of you, pulling it up to your shoulders. "Maybe, I'll just stay a little longer then." A contented smile plasters his beautiful face and his eyes close.

"But won't the High Lord grow suspicious?" you ask, voice tinged with worry.

But Azriel shakes his head, his finger tips trailing up and down your spine. "I already let him know that it will take a little longer, that business is keeping me away a little longer."

"Right," you mumble, "Deamati powers."

You watch how Azriel's expresses tenses for a moment, but then he relaxes again. "No one can know about Rhysand's powers, you know this."

"I would never tell anyone," you whisper and kiss his chest. "I promised you that. In here we are no spies, in here we are only lovers who share secrets. What we talk about in here, will never reach the outside world."

You lower your head again, resting it against him as slumber slowly creeps up inside of you. "A few more moments then." Your heart begins to slow, beating in the same rhythm as the heart of the male below you. Azriel hums softly, the sweet lullaby luring you into a few more peaceful hours of sleep, inside a hut where there is only you and Azriel. And your unconditional love for each other.

~~~~~~~~ tags (crossed-out I couldn't tag) : @juulle987 @marimorena06 @danikasthings @younxii@nightcourtwritings @mrofontaine @lunalilyf @whor-3-crux @tired-all-the-time @anni-was-here @ummmmmwat @azbracadabra @j-pendragonx @hollyismentallyillhelp @famousbasementpainter @bsenpai @lena-davina @red-highlady @thesugatoyourtae @azrielsbabyg @aroseinvelaris @moony-thoughts @wrensical003 @cherryjain17 @moonfawnx @crushedcloudsx @devilsfoodcake22 @valeridarkness @azrielscertifiedslut @mulansaucey @cynicalpotato95 @hanasakr @high-bi-andreadytocry @eerievixen @feyretopia @moonlightazriel @randomness-it-is @brekkershadowsinger @eliieee23 @girasoli-e-sorrisi @illyrianvalkyriecarynthian @kennedy-brooke @highladyofillyria @theworthlessqueen @marina468 @topaz125 @illyrian-dreamer @azriels-mate123 @eos-princess @courtofjurdan @a-frog-with-a-laptop @insufferablebookaddict @callmeblaire

#azriel x reader #azriel angst #azriel x you #acotar x reader #acotar #acosf #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar

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johannestevans · 27 days

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what's really fun about embracing batman's antics as a parallel or representative to BDSM culture is like. the doylist explanation is that the secret identities are such a large part of the plots

but from the watsonian perspective, why does no one pull off each other's mask?

why don't the villains pull off batman's mask? not just during a physical fight, but during the others - when scarecrow knocks him out with poison, when the riddler knocks his head in to put an exploding collar on him, when the joker drugs him so he can do his weird shit to him?

why do none of them pull batman's mask off during regular fights, unless the pulling off his mask is SPECIFICALLY a plot point of the comic? why doesn't batman pull off bane's mask, or catwoman's?

why in gotham do people generally let other people keep their masks on?

unless it's a specific plot point of the story, as i said, in general everyone - both villains and heroes - respects the other side's anonymity to a certain extent. the villain is only unmasked once they are caught and apprehended, the hero almost never

and it's because like. the masks are part of it, right. their identities are part of it. both villains and heroes engage in these personas to represent parts of their identities that are otherwise stunted or repressed

where the likes of wonderwoman and superman appear in their superheroic antics unmasked - implying that THESE are their "true" identities, implying that there is little artifice to them - batman is an alterego of another man

and yet, as many kinksters will tell you, a mask does not necessarily create the repression your real face does. wearing a mask or a disguise or costume can, in fact, strip away layers of artifice - as it does in the soul of batman

batman is cold where bruce wayne often doesn't permit himself to be. batman laughs at joker's or other freaks' jokes sometimes, and makes dry - dark - quips of his own.

batman goes out in the rain and beats people up, and craves to be beaten up in return.

and yet he doesn't tear anyone's mask off - and for the most part, they don't go for his. joker even comments on it in some things, talks about how it would ruin the game if he unmasked him, and that in itself is a sort of metacommentary on what i'm discussing here

as i've said before, all superheroes are kind of gay, and kind of kinky, because what they do - being in the closet and having a secret identity; having a special costume and/or mask and/or powers that you don't usually have when closeted, etc - but here like

there is an implicit boundary here between superheroes and supervillains where they don't cross this line, and it's to do with maintaining the sanctity of the "space" in which they're "playing" (not playing) together. they maintain their respective identities to maintain the vibe

the villain is unmasked when they are apprehended because that marks the end of play, in which their identity is stripped from them as punishment for being apprehended; the hero is unmasked when the villain wishes to graduate the level of pain and/or remove them from the space

this tbh is also why i love so much when like. the joker makeup is literally burned into his face and is just Like That now - it's the idea that this was once or WOULD HAVE once been an alterego, but it is now permanent whether he likes it or not

because the fundamental point of the joker is that he can't stop, won't stop, because he is so devoted and so deep in his villainy - and that while batman and bruce wayne are a few identities deep, he might as well always be wearing the cowl, even though ppl can't see it

#musings #batman #batjokes #batman x joker

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jmliebert · 3 months

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☆ slytherin trio headcannons ( you x ominis x sebastian) ☆

some quiet school days that've been gathering in my head recently

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The coolest trio in Hogwarts at the moment, an aura of mystery surrounds you three, captivating the curiosity of the whole school. Some whisper about your alleged connection to dark magic, though no one dares to confront you directly. Some are a little bit intimidated, and some are intrigued.

Ominis, blind from birth, heir to the Gaunt family

Sebastian, a frequent visitor to the restricted section

And you, a new fifth-year

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You mostly spend your days in the undercroft and library with the boys. You practice new spells because Ominis and Sebastian love to find the new ones. You also study together and have passionate (!) book debates. Since you started your Hogwarts journey late, Sebastian insists there’s a list of must-reads you’ve yet to conquer, and believe me, he’s very eager about it.

“Oh, how come you haven’t read it yet?”

Since you are a little bit behind on Hogwarts drama, your friends are here to help, aren’t they? And that’s where Ominis really shines. He claims that he’s “disgusted” by all the gossip, but paradoxically, he seems to know everything—every twist and turn. Sebastian, often oblivious (but as always very eager!), pales in comparison to Ominis in that field, and I think it’s funny.

While talking, you three wouldn’t survive without some healthy bickering and sarcasm, I think. Always trying to get more power over one another. Someone who don't know you might think you are fighting, but, of course, they are wrong. And when the time comes, Sebastian and Ominis are always by your side, ready to help you with whatever you need, even the dirtiest of things (typical slytherins if you ask me). When you tell them a secret, expect them to keep it to their grave. They're truly an epitome of loyalty, and I love them for that. ride or die

Also, expect a lot of letters and notes from them. They like to leave you little scraps of paper here and there (Ominis is very good at this, I must admit). Sebastian likes to annotate some books for you. When you are away, expect five-pages long letters sent to you from both of them, where they tell you about interesting things they found in some books, about their days, and talk trash about each other, of course. they can't live without you now

☆ sebastian romance option ☆

It’s quite noticeable from the start. When he sees you for the first time, his eyes widen, he can’t stop looking ever since. You have great effect on him, truly. He stares at you, his posture screaming self-confident, and a little smile that could send you to heaven right here and there. He’s trying to think of ways to spend time together. He’s testing you, and you never fail him. When he sees you with others, he gets angry inside and is weirdly silent; he just can’t deal with his emotions sometimes. He jokingly flirts a lot and secretly thinks you are the most beautiful when you are duelling him (plus points if you are winning).

☆ ominis romance option☆

He’s more shy about it, and by contrast to Sebastian. Ominis' relationship with you grows slowly. He has to trust you first, but when he has, he shows you his gentler side. He initiates conversations with you, is very curious about your life, but is always considerate and doesn’t push it. He smiles softly when he hears your voice, and he gets easily influenced by you. Notice the smallest details and is secretly dreaming about cozy home with you in it.

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you can find more of my works about sebastian and ominis ♡here♡

#hogwart legacy #hogwarts legacy #hogwart legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow headcanon #sebastian sallow #ominis imagine #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt headcanon #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanons

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mrghostrat · 5 months

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ok OK listen. here are my latest streamer au thoughts before i try to hop off for the day:

i love "married couple madly in love that no one realises are together because they're so different" but i am also terrible at fic planning for established relationships, and my favourite part about aziraphale/crowley is the lead up and the pining

so what if......... "streamers who no one realises are roommates because they're so different" AND "roommates who are secretly madly in love with each other but are so focused on keeping their own infatuation secret they don't notice it's reciprocated until thousands of online strangers start to point it out" ?????

fic concept: crowley and aziraphale are two full time streamers living together. they have their own spaces. but they mesh bizarrely well as roommates, and have come to really enjoy the routine of eating dinners, grocery shopping, and spending their days off together. there's still some distance between them, that shy sort of "i want to show him something– oh his door is closed, i better not bother him," invitations are actual invitations rather than "i'm doing this and you're coming with me," and they're not a CrowleyAndAziraphale unit yet.

both chats are going mad trying to figure out why crowley's roommate's voice is so familiar, and where they've seen that red hair in the corner of aziraphale's screen before. there's conspiracy theories and a subset of shippers (stoked by both crowley and aziraphale's occasional penchant to sigh and vent about a vague crush they haven't named, but is definitely their mysterious roommate if you watched every stream and collaborated on an elaborate google doc to connect all the dots together) but their mods are the only ones who know they live together. (and ship it. of course they know about the crushes and ship it to death and are just watching with popcorn waiting for these idiots to figure it out)

some people piece it together with all the off hand mentions and mid stream tea deliveries, and more start to believe them when crowley drags aziraphale to a twitchcon event and they're seen being friendly in photos together. they're also aware of people constantly asking and guessing about their illusive roommates, but when crowley finally pops up on an aziraphale stream, both streamers are startled at just how insanely their communities react to the innocuous reveal.

nothing changes for aziraphale and crowley. they were never intentionally hiding the fact, so they just continue referring to each other in their normal vague terms. but now when a new viewer is like "who's your roommate?" long time subs with the lore will fill them in. and it very quickly starts to sound like "crowley lives with aziraphale, that wholesome kitchen streamer. someone's made a clip comp, you should go watch. it's adorable they're so in love" and crowley sees these messages like what the FUCK are yall talking about in here on this day, and bans a message for the first time in six months.

aziraphale of course sees none of these messages because he's a fuckin luddite and can't keep up with chat.

or. maybe he's just choosing not to acknowledge them. because if chat can see he's in love with crowley, does that mean crowley can see it too? and that is just unacceptable and terrifying to him, so he smiles and quickly starts explaining how to saddle stitch a book spine even though literally nobody asked

(anathema, newt, and nina have worked their way through the flavoured popcorn seasonings anathema's aunt sent her for christmas, and are now experimenting with homemade seasoning recipes together) (if maggie knew about all this, she would have put her foot down and demanded they talk to aziraphale and crowley about having a conversation)

#ineffable streamers #good omens #listen someone asked me for a longfic and i want to provide it #streamer au could be PERFECT

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robby-bobby-tommy · 5 months

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I was too tired to stay on Philza's stream... But I am winning, ok?

Fitza staying as strong as ever.

I'll talk a bit about purgatory, since I didn't have time while it was happening.

During the purgatory, we all were thinking that Wallflower duo was dying, cuz they both hunt each other down, but in reality they only got stronger! They are one of the few duos who could kill each other and still stay besties for life. Closer to the end of the Purgatory, they met up and threw a dice together, laughing and joking. Even hugging!! They were in different teams, yet they still hugged and respected each other so much. The Eye B_tch tried to break Fitza up, but their not so platonic duo was stronger than that.

I think it's a stretch, but I felt very warm, when Phil woke up and called for Fit first. I dunno why, but they are very dear to me. Fit is Phil's closest friend and vice versa. So Phil waking up and seeking Fit is so sweet.

And now to yesterday's stream. I didn't watched it all, but I've had enough moments to speak of. Firstly, Fit greeting Philza right when the latter logged in, as they did wayy back, in the first few months of qsmp. Then Phil shows his crows his wings for the first time, which was already huge af. But then he trusted Fit enough to show them to him. And in reality, Phil just showed his greatest vulnerability and insecurity to this specific person, and if it's not the biggest gesture of trust I don't know what is. After Purgatory, they both were supposed to be colder to and be wary of each other, but no. They still confide in each other, being the most honest they can. Fit even apologized. And when Dadza called himself a dumbass, Fit quickly said he isn't one. I love them.

And then Phil and Fit spent a lot of time together, as they did before. Walking, talking, cleaning the server for their kids, joking about each other's d_c-. They're calm around each other, cuz they've known each other for years. I think it's a stretch once again, but I feel that Phil would show his wings to Fit first even if he had a choice.

And again, if we're going back more, when Phil saw the picture of the skull and called for Fit, the latter came almost immediately. After Crow started saying "stupid... Stupid bird brain" 2b2t veteran informed that he believed in existence of skull picture. War criminal sees that dadza starts to doubt in himself, so he reassures him and lets him join him and Pac in the dungeon. Putting friends before roommates (they are so gay, why is Fit in denial... No matter how jacked he is he can't beat Fitpac allegations).

They rotate in my head every second of the day. Their friendship is stronger than anything. If the world came crushing down, they're gonna be together. If one's in trouble the other is already planning the rescue mission. They know each other for a long time, they know how ruthless they can be, but they aren't afraid. They're here for each other. They put their trust in each other, giving each other access to private chambers (Fit's secret bedroom and kid's basement). They're prepared to break the rules, put oneself on the line for the other's sake. They even share illegal stuff with each other. Fit is bullets for Philza's gun. The best duo ever.

#qsmp #qsmp fitmc #qsmp philza #q fit #q philza #philza #qsmp fit #q fitmc #fitza #wallflowerduo #they're the besties. they're here for each other #their platonic love is something we should all strive to have #even when Fit couldn't speak freely; he still tried to warn Phil minutes before purgatory #and even though Phil asked 'are you hiding something' (paraphrasing cuz my memories suck) he didn't push it.#they know that they have some secrets they can't share but they feel comfortable enough to not push it. they don't need all the truth cuz #it's enough. they're enough for each other. they're friends. they're the boyz. they joke about each other's co-#i adore them sm #qsmp rambles #qsmp vod watching

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thecelestialperiwinkle · 11 months

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ᰋ ׅ࣪ ꒰ minors dni 18+ pac reading detailed ♡︎ your (future) person's hidden sexual thoughts ꒱

01. 02. 03.

disclaimer : this 18+ reading was made for adult audiences. it contains adult language and content and it may not suitable for minors and may not be for some adult readers. read at your own risk and be open-minded. kindly skip this post and avoid interacting if you don't feel it, stop reporting my posts! *chuu*

cards : world, 3oC, ToW, QoS, KoW, SoC.

this person's hidden thoughts is that they want to see the reaction of their partner's body and theirs too when having juicy time together. not only that, but they also want to see the reaction of their partner on how they're performing and moaning while doing those things. they would likely want to have a huge mirror in front where they can see both of the oral bodies.

if this is a man, they have a huge manhood, while if this is a woman, they will have a small and tight lady bits. when it comes to the chest part, they are big, well circled, and very delicate to look at and to suck up, no matter what gender it is. i see that they may be interested in collecting different types of sex toys to pleasure themselves as well as their partner. i also don't think that your first sexual encounter with them will be their first; perhaps they will be someone who may have experience with this kind of things.

they also desire to carry, embrace, or own the body of their partner all night or day. they want to enjoy every inch of you; they want this togetherness to happen. they are someone who is very picky when it comes to their partner and places; it's like you can't just fuck this person around and everywhere you want to.

cards : 4oP, 9oS, the devil, judgement, 6oW, PoW.

holding, caressing and handcuffs are the ones i am picking up here. they want to touch their partner's body precisely, they want to own and say each part of it's body ‘‘this is mine, this, this and this one’’. they may want you to look elegant or the first night with them might happen in such milk and honey places.

this person wants to find someone who will able to share their sex fantasies, someone who can match their passion when it comes to sex appetite. this person prefer to do this in a way of secret and dark like a very private meeting. there's also a little bit of desire here where everytime they got crush on someone they usually daydreaming making it with that person. i don't think they will tell this to anyone since they likely embarrassed talking that deep secret of them, they probably gonna keep it by themselves alone. other than that, they purely want to experience unwavering and shivering affection of sex. altogether, this pile is giving me an energy of two couple dancing in unison and making a beat along with the waves of music.

cards : hermit, QoC, PoW, 10oP, SoS, 9oS.

pile 2 and 3, both have two similar cards - this might be means that you maybe a little bit attracted to pile 2, if yes then maybe it have message for you.

so as i see here, this person will love this aloneness time together in the near future but right now, they probably prefer doing it alone. if you gonna asked me, they're not really good with it but they trying their best and still on the phase where they still on learning process. they're not yet reading for any sexual things. not yet because they're still trying to figuring it out. if not then this spicy secrets of them is likely to be confidential forever. there's also a fifty-fifty chances that they become obsess with their partner.

but before all of that they do want first an emotional relationship security. when it comes to their favorite parts of human body, they probably like - bum and breast parts and they may want to squeeze, cupping, holding, sucking and massaging it. this is about holding and locking their lover around their arms. i don't know if you would like this part but they fancy phone sex such as vc and chat ones, nude photos, giving head, going down, 69 and anything related to oral sex. they have crave for someone who is foreigner, someone who looks good and someone who is unique from their eyes. if not they likely want to do it in such a far away places most likely overseas. the first time with them or a special getting together might happen in other places, a foreign country as i said and maybe this a honeymoon? or a relaxation for the both of you. cuddling after sexual intercourse is also included to their desire.

#pick a card #pick a pile #tarot #divination #tarotblr #tarot witch #cartomancy #fortune telling #love reading #spirituality #witch community #witchblr #future spouse #oracle reading #kpop tarot #psychic #witch #witches #thecelestialperiwinkle

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cordeliawhohung · 19 days

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PORNSTAR GAZ IS ALL IM THINKING ABOUT LATELY. THANK YOU.

And I was wondering, what it would be like if after a while they started to have relationships outside of work and kind of become "exclusive" to each other? like gaz can only record with reader and vice versa since their videos together are always very successful, idk I had seen a couple who used to produce porn for an certain company together then they both left and still make porn, but they're on onlyfans now

Sorry if it was difficult to understand, English is not my first language lol

pornstar!gaz is a disease i never want to be cured of and i'm so glad to have infected so many people :)

and yes! i do plan on writing something like this eventually, actually. i just don't want to rush it and write it quite yet because i love love love the cat and mouse game that can be played here. trying to get with you outside of work, running into you in a bar or club, wanting to take you home... and just how jealous he can get. god this man wants you all to himself. literally has no interest in other girls he has to film with.

for now, i want to enjoy the pining and the secret jealousy for a little while, but this will come soon! and like i'm gonna make it more than just a drabble, too. like i want it to be an important piece in the mini series :3

#core responds #pornstar!gaz

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dejinerate · 9 months

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How would the members of SKZ react to you when they're drunk? Hmmmmmm...

The setting: an outdoor circular bonfire in the backyard

ALL OT8 members. Felix. Jisung. Lee Know. Hyunjin. Bangchan. Changbin. Seungmin. Jeongin.

FULL smut scenes mentioned of various types. 18+ ONLY.

enjoy ❤️

💖Felix

He'd be the quiet drunk, normally shy and observatory, enjoying the warm sensation of the alcohol spreading throughout his body. He'd be comfortably listening to the conversation around the fire. Especially when you spoke. You'd be across from him completely out of reach to his touch, much to his dismay. There have been many nights shared between you two. Drunk nights, sober nights, hot summer nights, cold winter nights, "baby, please come over..?" nights... and yet, somehow, nobody knew. It was still a secret you both kept sacred, your relationship unspoken and understood, hidden away from the judgmental opinions of the world. When you were in a public setting like this though, it's always hard to mask those intimate feelings while around the other members. Your whole body screams when it wants to be near him, but he always keeps his control, wanting to protect both of you, keeping his distance. His eyes would focus on you accidentally, catching your stares unintentionally, unable to look away from you as the night progresses, alcohol flowing through everyone freely. He rarely speaks the whole night, just laughing occasionally at jokes here and there, slipping in and out of focus of the various topics. You notice he can't stop looking at you, once the alcohol is overpowering his resolve. Always looking. You wouldn't be able to resist his gazes, there's something in the way that Felix looks at you that's unlike anything else you've ever felt, different from anyone else you've ever loved, his eyes searching for your thoughts...

The way his eyelids lower into a stare full of desire is enough to have your stomach clenching your core in your seat, restless. You'd bite your lip on instinct, face instantly flushed in the moment of your eyes meeting, your chest filled with butterflies. He'd watch your mouth as you chewed on your bottom lip in response, his gaze would drop down to watch each time you abused the sensitive flesh, and he'd tilt his head at you, taunting and admiring the unraveled mess you became over such a simple act. He'd smirk, understanding his effect on you, never wavering in his newfound drunken power of control. You couldn't take it anymore, needing to stand up and cool off, heading to the bathroom to run the sink faucet to pat your face with the cold water to ground yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, he made the choice to follow you into the home, watching you when you disappeared into the bathroom, waiting for you quietly outside of the door. Stealthy. Ready to attack. He's on you as soon as you walk into the hallway, walking you backwards into the bathroom that you just came out of, a finger pressed to your lips to keep you quiet until the door is closed. He grabs your wrists, holding your hands above your head against the wall, pinning your bodies together. His voice is deep against your ear, hot and heavy, and he whispers "You're gonna have to be a bit more careful than that, love. You've been so obvious tonight. You've never been good at hiding your feelings, hmmm?" He teases you, licking the shell of your ear, making you shiver in response. "It's always in your eyes. Use your words instead, and tell me what you want, sweetheart." His Australian accent is heavy on his nickname for you, knowing he drives you crazy when he talks to you that way. He's smirking when he pulls back to look at your face, knowing you can't respond verbally, knowing your body's reaction to him. Knowing he has you exactly where he wants you.

His cheeks are red, his eyes are taking in every detail of your face, the alcohol making his expression brazen, wild, and ravenous. He gives you no time to react before he kisses you, biting your bottom lip as he's fumbling to open the front of your shirt, needing to expose your tits to his hands. His rushed fingers and frenzied kisses make you weak. "mmmh, Felix, baby-," you whimper, your voice betraying you, giving away your obvious need for him.

Felix hums against your lips, whispering against them, "Pretty baby, look at you, so needy... be my good girl, and stay quiet for me, sweetheart, we don't have much time."

He grabs your hair, tilts your face, and presses hot kisses against your neck, making your legs buckle and your head dizzy. You mewl in response, gripping onto his shoulders tightly, as he's making you a squirming, panting, pathetic little mess. He trails a hand up your skirt, his mouth clashing on your lips as he shoves your underwear down, hissing at how wet you've already become. He traces two fingers up your slit, finds your entrance, and begins to fuck you on his fingers against the wall. The moans that escape you are loud, overpowering the heavy breathing in the room, and his unoccupied hand sneaks his thumb into your mouth for you to suck to force you to be quiet. "Good girl, sweetheart." He maintains eye contact as you suck on his thumb, his erection pressing painfully against his pants, his deep voice driving you mad as he finger fucks you to a release, sending electric shocks through your body, swallowing up your sounds as he replaces his thumb with his mouth, kissing you hotly, tongue swallowing your cries. He's not done though.

He's driven wild with his love and his lust for you, a fully primal need taking over his body, and he pushes you up against the sink, bending you over as your face hovers close to the mirror. He grabs the tits popping out of your shirt that he unbuttoned earlier, grinding hotly against you. He makes quick work of his zipper and groans in frustration that he can't get inside you fast enough. You stay still for him, anxious for him to be buried into you just as badly as he is, and you're looking at him in the mirror when he finally enters you without mercy. Your eyes meet in the mirror, both of you groaning at the erotic indirect eye contact, and he thoroughly loses himself thrusting inside of you, hips bucking on their own accord. You watch his face as he fucks you in front of the mirror, his mouth open, his eyes rolling back, feeling his deep groans push you closer and closer to a second release as he chases his high. "Love you so much, 'sweetheart." the raw emotion tumbling from his lips, as he switches his hold on your tits to grab your arms, your hands now behind your back as he uses them for his grip to pound his hips deeper, his cock hitting so far into your core that it feels unreal, unworldly. It's so good that pleasure like this overwhelms you, tears in your eyes with how much you feel, your eyes full of emotion while you both look at each other in the mirror, chasing your simultaneous release together as you can say nothing but 'I love you', over and over and over.

💖Jisungie

He would be the drunk that would observe you all night, admiring the way you laughed, noticing when your drink was empty to fetch you another, and would be using any excuse to sit beside you just so your legs might touch. He's intoxicated from the smell of your perfume as you walk by, as well as the alcohol in his cup, and the touch of your skin from sitting so close is overwhelming all of his senses. He'd be hard just from those touches you weren't aware of, and he'd frequently have to adjust his sitting position as to not draw suspicion to his situation. He'd eventually work up the courage to draw a circle on your thigh while the group is talking, hidden from view from the others. The sudden touch, completely unexpected, lighting your entire body on fire. You'd touch his hand in response, and only then you'd look over and realize how he'd been quietly suffering being so close next to you, his cheeks flushed, his lip in between his teeth, and his other hand covering the quickly forming bulge hidden under his pants.

You'd grab his hand, pulling him from his seat, pretending to walk to get another drink together, but instead, you'd shove him against the wall on the side of the house away from any possible onlookers. His desire painfully pressing against his pants, he'd look at you incredulously, asking what you were doing, until his eyes widen in realization when you've sunk down onto your knees in the grass making quick work of his zipper. The next thing he sees is stars under his eyelids as you take him in your mouth, and he loses himself completely, thrusting down your throat as if he's been starving to do it for months, a needy desperation coming over him. He keeps silent as you work him, and finally opens his eyes to watch you, quickly succumbing to such an erotic sight below him.

💖LeeKnow

The sarcastic, energetic one of the group, encouraging everyone to shotgun a beer with him, he'd sneak a hand around your waist in moments no one's watching, he'd be the one that would get a thrill at risky PDA in front of the guys, stealing kisses from you whenever he could. It would start off with an innocent kiss to the cheek, and once he'd see how cute you'd blush, overwhelmed at the sudden affection, it would become his mission to keep teasing you. His eyes would meet you in the glow of the bonfire, crinkled with mischievousness as his touches kept getting more bold, as more alcohol would be giving him the courage to experiment. As you're sitting around the bonfire with the group, you feel his hand drape behind your seat. You pay no mind until you suddenly feel his hand drop, touching your back, exploring the bottom of your shirt. You feel his fingers creeping in, touching the skin on your back, and it feels like fire. He'd see goosebumps erupt onto your skin, watching your eyes widen, and he'd whisper to you "Shhhh. Stay still. They don't see a thing." And for some reason, you'd listen.

He then draws circles on the bare skin of your back, drifting up to your bra line, teasing the fabric against your skin, pinching it in his fingers to draw it back slightly so it slaps quietly against your back. You gasp, and he's shushing you again. This time you glare at him, and before you say anything, he says, "What? You want me to stop?" not looking at you when he says it, his eyes are facing forward, still looking like he's engaged in conversation. A smirk on his face as he knows you have no answer to that, and his hand drifts downward, coming out of your shirt to grip the curve of your ass instead. He sees you shift your legs in response. Satisfied with his teasing, he whispers in your ear.

"Go to my room. I'll be there in 15 minutes so it's not suspicious."

💖Hyunjinie

Drunk Jinnie is an incredibly frustrating man to figure out. Extroverted when needed, yet mysterious and quiet in his thoughts. Most of the evening would be spent sitting directly across from each other in the circle, your heated gazes meeting across the flames of the fire, his eyes watching you as you purposely flirt with the other members to get a reaction from Hyunjin. Whispering into Chan's ear, but keeping your eyes on Hyunjin as you do it. Letting Chan grip your thigh for a few seconds too long. Giggling at Chan's jokes. Chan has always known the secret between you and Jinnie, but he loves the teasing game as well, ever a flirt, drinking happily, chattering with his buddies as you try and get Jinnie to react. Chan can tell you're being intentionally provocative, he looks at Hyunjin gazing at you. This is a game to you. Chan chuckles beside you, playing along with your antics. You're trying to make Hyunjin's resolve crack. You want him jealous, and Jinnie knows your devious plan. He doesn't cave. His eyes remain calm, even, and unaffected. Seemingly bored. You huff to yourself. Instead of anger or jealousy, he's smirking, bemused at your defiant bratty actions, secretly knowing none of the other men know how to make you cum like he can. That none of them compare to him. That they never will. Even if they had a chance with you, you'd always come back to Hyunjin, a drug you can't quit, an addiction you can't break.

He sees you exhale a frustrated sigh, getting up to go to the house to grab some snacks. You no longer want to watch him keep neutral as you try to rile him up. That's just no fun and he's so frustratingly good at the game you both play. His stupid, handsome, gorgeous face making you scowl at how easy he gets under your skin. He follows silently behind you as if he's hunting his prey. The next moment, he has you snatched in a bedroom, his hand closing softly on your neck, kissing you so deeply it has your head spinning. Before you have time to react, he's already bent you over in front of him, pushing you up against the side of a bed, a fist of your hair in his hand. You immediately submit to him. "Did you get to have your fun, little brat? That was quite a show for me." His hand comes down to slap across your right ass cheek, making you squeak in surprise. Hyunjin doesn't often get rough, and you realize, you did succeed in your mission. Quite effectively.

"You know you're mine, right?" Another smack. "I own this pussy, brat. I own you." Another slap, and he grabs the curve of your ass, palming and rubbing the handprint sting on your skin. It makes you arch your back, gasping at the slight sensation of the leftover pain, as he's never disciplined you quite like this before. "Such a needy little slut tonight, aren't you?" he says, his tone mocking you, as the alcohol keeps making him say the filthiest things as he presses his throbbing cock against your panties. He angrily pushes his pants down, letting them pool around his feet, and roughly spreads your legs open as he's holding you from behind. He places a hand on your shoulder so your face is down in the bed, as he lifts up your lower body to tease against his cock. Next thing you know, he's ripping the fabric of your panties, effectively destroying them as he swiftly enters you with no other warning. He's already throwing his head back in bliss, fucking you from behind at a fast pace, you've been dripping wet as soon as his lips were on yours and he can't help but let go of himself as he slips in and out of you with ease. You start moaning far too loudly, and his hand quickly covers over your mouth as he sternly tells you to be quiet. His pace is fast and aggressive for so long, feeling like you'll break, but you can never get enough of him, even if your legs turn to jelly rendering you unable to walk the next day. It's always been firey hot passion with him. It's an undeniable chemistry between you that always has you wanting, never satiated of him.

The alcohol just makes his stamina last even longer, as he relentlessly uses you, edging you to your almost euphoria as he feels you tighten, knowing he's about to push you over, as he's done so many times before. But suddenly, his hips stop completely, and he leans down with his mouth next to your ear. He's panting hard, and you whine at his stopped hips. He says your name, voice barely a whisper, deep and hoarse. "I didn't say you could come yet, baby. You've been so bad tonight. You're not allowed to finish until I say so, pretty girl. That's your punishment. We're done when I say we are, and that's not any time soon." He presses a kiss to your neck, and begins to rock his hips deep and torturously slow into you, dropping his head against your shoulder, moaning from the most sensual, primal core of him. A shiver courses through his body, and you feel it against your skin, suddenly feeling hot and unable to breathe. The change of his pace makes the ache so good between you two, an ache only he can ever create. He's sighing against your skin, placing slow kisses across your back. "I can never get enough of you." He moans, his hips stroking into you nice and slow. The way he moves his hips is truly the most dangerous thing about his intimacy, he easily finds and hits the spots nobody else could ever satisfy. You're a trembling, whiny mess underneath him, fully immersed in his dominance, the air sticky and sweet between you. He hungrily claims you and worships your body, exactly how he wants to, all on his terms tonight. He's filling all of you entirely. You're so lost in each other that you don't know where his body ends and yours begins. The two of you completely disappear from the group that's still happily drinking outside, not returning back to the bonfire for the rest of the night.

💖Channie

He's the wild card. He's also the most talkative. He's asking you question after question, seemingly unable to stop, the alcohol giving him the courage to finally ask you things he's been wondering about you. He watches your face, and his eyes are constantly lingering on your mouth as you answer him, his body leaning towards you against his own will, like a magnet. He stays with you by the fire all night, drinking and talking with you til the rest went to bed. Once they all leave, his hand reaches out to touch your leg as you're facing each other, and he rests his palm on your knee that has a hole ripped in the jeans. He's absently fiddling with the loose threads, still maintaining eye contact and fully absorbed in everything you say, and mid sentence your face falters. You look down, and he's moved a finger up into the rip of the jeans, touching the bare skin of your knee underneath. When you look back up, his stare is different. His eyes are burning, his mouth slightly open, his breathing a bit uneven from the alcohol in his body. His face is flush from the drunkenness he feels, mostly from the intoxication of your proximity.

You bite your lip in response to the seemingly innocent caress on your knee, easily affected by his touch. His eyes watch the movement of your mouth, finally snapping into action as soon as he saw your tongue dart out to wet your lips. His body betraying him, caving into his intense desire to kiss you, and he fiercely locks his lips with yours, bringing a hand to the back of your head to pull you close so he could feel the full pressure of you against his mouth. He'd start to get greedy, becoming hot and heavy into the kiss, until he realizes there is no rush. There is nothing but you two. He slows down, deliberately taking his time now, languidly kissing you as if nothing else existed in that moment. The tenderness of his change in pace makes you whimper, lacing your arms around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He gets the hint and pulls you into his lap, your jeans riding up as he's settling you down onto him, and once you're in the locked position, you feel the pulse of his bulging cock, straining from beneath its prison. Both of you realize at the same time that there's only a few layers of fabric left between you.

"God, you're so addicting, I've wanted this all night." His hands are roaming your body, exploring your soft curves, squeezing and testing and teasing. You grind into him, and his moan of response is needy, vocal, and raw. He doesn't care that you're outside. He lays completely down on his back, your body following him as he's bringing your face with him, kissing your lips. You're straddling him as you hover over his face, but one of his arms holds your neck down so he can keep kissing you deep and dizzy, opening your mouth to his. He forces you to bear all of your weight on him, he mumbles against your mouth. "I've got you baby, don't worry. Just lay on me and let me do the rest."

You keep kissing, but you're soon gripping at his shirt, needing to be closer, whining at the lack of skin contact, and he understands you want it off. He throws it over his head, reconnecting with you quickly, and you feel his heartbeat thundering beneath you, the heat of his skin searingly hot. Your lips collide clumsily, and you're fumbling with his belt, having difficulty releasing it from his waist, and he chuckles against your lips, "Your noises are so cute when you're not getting what you want fast enough." He makes quick work of his pants and slips them down just enough to expose himself, rubbing against you. You detatch from him unwilling to rip your jeans off your legs, eager and anxious, and crawl back on top of him, nothing but your thong left in the way. You moan and close your eyes, unexpectedly feeling how soaked you are through the fabric. You're sure he can feel it too, and you get embarrassed, knowing how badly your body is screaming for him.

"Mmmm, princess, what'sa matter? You seem nice and ready, baby. Tell me you're ready for me." You glance down at him, his eyes are teasing as he's biting his lip, he's enjoying the torture you're feeling. He's been driving you crazy all night, the way he looks at you is enough to get you off even without touching. Your voice is quiet, embarrassment flooding your cheeks as you shut your eyes, "I'm ready, Chan, I can't take this anymore." you all but whimper, and that's all he needs, as he moves the soaked panties to the side, teasing against your entrance. Your eyes are still closed, as you feel him rub himself against you, and your face is screwed into an expression of desperation. You can barely focus. "Look at me, beautiful. Give me those pretty eyes", he orders softly. Your eyes snap open to look at him from his gentle command, pleading him with your gaze, as his face reflects the same desire as yours.

"Say please, sweetheart." His breath is coming out quickly, his eyes intense, as he holds his cock, preventing you from sliding down and enveloping him. "Anything you want, princess. It's all yours, baby. Just say please." He whispers.

"Please, Channie," the whine is unlike you, never having heard your voice this desperate before. He moves his hand and enters you as soon as the words leave your lips. He braces himself and pauses at the sensation, closing his eyes to fully experience the feeling of being so deeply buried inside you. You both are in the moment of the fullness between your bodies, your warmth suffocating on top of his own, his hands keeping you locked against him. He grinds experimentally while he's still at the deepest point, and the sound you let out sends him over the edge of what was left of his self control. His hips move back, dragging himself out of you, and he begins to thrust, slowly moving underneath you, and he's so overwhelmed that he harshly grips your hips as he fucks you, going as deep as possible for every thrust into you. He keeps your body held still above him, and lowers your face back down to him and kisses you. You cry out against his lips, the feeling of him moving inside you too much to handle.

"Shhhh, just hold on to me love, let me do it. Let me make you feel good, baby. Let go of it all, give yourself to me." You obey, fully trusting him with your body, and he feels you relax your muscles against him. He continues to rut his hips upward, over and over, as you keep your body still while he's doing all the work, holding you tightly as he loses full control in you, both of you not caring where you were, or who might see you fuck in front of the fire, the risk exhilarating and powerful. You feel completely safe, and so incredibly turned on, realizing Chan is the type of man who wants to do all the work, wants you to be a pillow princess, and craves your pleasure as much as his own, and wants to worship your body like a gift. You make love that night under the moon so many times you lost count. His name becomes a permanent prayer on your lips.

💖Changbin

He absolutely would be the showboat of the entire group. He'd want to play the risky games of spin the bottle and Never Have I ever, specifically making sure to pick on you and make you blush at any opportunity he could. He'd also be the one to challenge everyone to arm wrestles, and when it would be your turn with him he'd hold your eye contact and pretend like he was struggling in the wrestle just so he could hold your hand longer and make you flustered. Once the seal of physical contact was open, he'd make any excuse to make it keep happening, following you around wherever you went. He'd lightly shove your shoulder to throw your tipsy body off balance just so he could grab around your hip tightly to keep you standing. He'd flick your thigh randomly in the middle of conversation just to start the cat and mouse game of winner versus loser. By the end of the night he'd be ravenous to play wrestle in bed with you, too pent up from the silly little games all night.

💖Seungmin

Is the quiet caretaker of the group. He takes his time drinking slowly, and would attend to your every need before you even said something. He'd keep count of how many drinks you've had, he'd observe your eyes to gauge your level of drunkenness. He'd be the one to hold you up and carry you back home at the end, even with his own tipsiness. He'd be the one to help you get ready for bed, taking your shoes off, helping with your make up, making sure you had water on your bedside, helping you with the stubborn buttons of your shirt. He'd be the one to protect your honor when you'd grab for him and kiss him. He'd kiss you back, but he'd also tell you he doesn't want to take advantage of you, and he'd lay beside you and hold you as you slept. When you wake up in the middle of the night, sober, coming back to your senses, he'd wake as he would feel you stir beside him. You'd push back against him, quietly telling him a thank you for taking care of you when you were drunk, and he kisses the back of your head and tells you, "Always." The sweetness of him is too much, and you feel your hips instinctively tease the bulge you feel against your ass. He groans as his body has an immediate reaction, caving into his desire knowing you're fully yourself again and able to consent, and the two of you spend the rest of the early hours of the morning lazily curing each other's hangovers.

💖Jeongin

When he's drunk, he's able to finally let go and his intrusive thoughts seem to have no filter. He's a lightweight, getting drunk after a beer and a half, and he'd be the one cackling at silly jokes, being able to genuinely be himself. You'd find yourself laughing with him, seeing him able to let loose like that, and he'd be the one too shy to make a move, but would still want physical contact. He'd hold up his to hand to compare hand sizes, he'd want to stand up back to back to see who was taller, he'd be the one to compare arms and legs to see if you have matching freckles. You'd be the one to kiss his cheek first, and he'd be startled, his expression changing from shock to desire within seconds. He'd meet your eyes with a heated gaze after you withdrew, the dam of affection finally cascading open. His lips would crash onto yours, his whimper escaping past his lips at the sensation, and his hands would move on their own accord to tangle in your hair. You'd break apart, looking at each other, panting, both of you blushing and shy, nervously giggling, carefully exploring the new butterflies that erupt from the touch of each other's skin. You spend the rest of the night slowly discovering each other's bodies, quietly laughing as you both are giddy with the experience, spending all night together in an intimate, hazy, heated bliss.

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beanghostprincess · 2 months

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Transfem Buggy anon here to drop a silly valentines idea-

1) don't worry too much about speeding through asks, sweetheart, you're doing fine. Take your time and do your thing at your own pace. Anyone has an issue with it? I'll fight em 😤

2) IDEA TIME

So imagine Buggy getting absolutely SMOTHERED in valentines days gifts - from friends, underlings, allies, secret admirers (she thinks they're all fake or lies), and her partners of the year.

She and Alvida do a Self Care Self Love event (maybe include Uta and Perona bc smth about them being so supportive of Buggy coming out as trans and just so easily slotting her in to girls night makes me soft).

Ritchie wears a special Valentine's Day bow, and he gives extra lion licks to his favorite people. He doesn't quite get the whole concept of HOLIDAYS beyond that it makes his humans so happy and silly and so he too is happy and silly. Lion loves.

Mohji and Cabaji, every year, make Buggy a gift for Valentine's. She gives them little gifts too, but theirs aren't conventional - they were there from the beginning, and so they've seen the best and worst of each other. They're besties your honor.

After Impel Down, Buggy wakes up on Valentine's to a MOUNTAIN of cards, candies, stuffed animals, flowers, and balloons. Maybe half of them are signed. It's a long ass affair to organize them.

When she starts dating Crocodile and Mihawk, they hadn't seen the Karai Bari Variant of Valentine's Day. Needless to say, when they wake up and walk with Buggy to get breakfast, they are both BLINDSIDED and BAMBOOZLED by this veritable TON of gifts. Buggy just sighs. "Guys. Really?"

"WE LOVE YOU, CAPTAIN BUGGY!!!"

"I can't eat all this. Okay, line up, I'm passing out candies at random. Consider this a treat before breakfast."

"CAPTAIN BUGGY IS SO GENEROUS AND KIND!!!"

"I- ya know what, sure, whatever. I haven't had coffee yet. I don't feel like arguing."

Crocodile and Mihawk though are surprised when she offers them a soft smile and... two boxes? "Open them when you want to, boys, no rush."

She gets a delivery later on in the day, a crate with a blue rose painted on the top. She huffs. When asked, she shrugs it off. "Shanks is still being a damned sap."

He sends her presents as often as he can - with a relatively ser address for Karai Bari, she is more easily accessible, which makes him go a little overboard. In the crate are her favorite candies (ghost pepper flaked dark chocolates), soft stuffed animals, new clothes, a dress, flowers and silly trinkets. ((And maybe a little treasure map he made just for her)).

Buggy would give thoughtful gifts - smth for Croc's bananawani nursery or specialty cleaner for his jewelry, new seeds for Mihawk's garden he mentioned wanting once in passing or new cording to rebrand Yoru's hilt, etc.

She also ties her hair up on holidays, puts on an apron, and joins the cooks in the kitchens. Cooking is smth she's good at, if a tad embarrassed by, but baking if her favorite thing to do. It's like chemistry and showmanship mixed together, two of her most favorite things. Getting the chance to indulge in it is smth she rarely lets herself have, but she makes exceptions for certain days.

And if Mihawk and Croc, knowing this by that point, pooled together to get her her own supplies to indulge more freely in their shared space, away from prying or attentive eyes, well...

Valentines Day isn't exactly a cliche on their little handmade home, but the sentiment, the intention, the love is there.

((And if Buggy just so happens to send a few batches of Shanks' favorite cookies to him a week after the day, well, he'll treasure them!!!

Until he eats himself sick, that is.))

1) Thank you <333 That's really sweet 😭🧡

AND THIS IS ALL AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A bit late to Valentine's Day (sorry, really akjjddnjk) but I absolutely adore it. Buggy loves Valentine's Day and the thought of everybody getting her gifts and also enjoying the holiday on her island is so cute,,, Everything is perfect and tbh, after coming out as a woman is even better because she's finally able to do it as herself. I think she wanted to do it really bad when she was a kid.

Her crew is so silly,, And having a whole day with Perona and Alvida makes her feel so loved,, Crying and sobbing. Also, Crocodile and Mihawk aren't used to celebrating these things, so now that they're with her they're surprised by how much they enjoy it. Not the holiday itself because in general it's extremely annoying and they do not want to be there with all this drama-- But they do like seeing her happy and giving her gifts <333 Why have mafioso-looking boyfriends if they aren't going to shower you with gifts, you know? And also, they're losers for her, which makes it better.

#i love cross guild being cute it lives in my mind rent free #everything about this is amazing thank you #one piece #buggy the clown #cross guild #transfem buggy

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awildtei · 10 months

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[CW: slight nsfw]

In my Kevaaron shit frothing at the mouth at the Possibilities. Because they live together for two years, both having to be at Andrew's side all the time, and there's so much potential for things to happen without anyone else knowing. Them having their own arc in the background of Andreil with no one the wiser because no one actually pays them any attention.

Aaron with his shitty attitude, internalized homophobia, past of addiction and abuse, hating Kevin for bringing more drama into his life with his stupid fucking mafia issues and for the way he so easily holds Andrew's attention when Andrew treats Aaron like he doesn't exist; Kevin with his ego, his "it'll be easier if he remains heterosexual", his alcoholism, his history of abuse, his constant fear and anxiety.

Them not liking each other but not really caring enough about the other to truly hate them. Ignoring each other's existence best they can.

Then eventually sexual tension they try to work out by fighting constantly. Hurting each other's feelings better than anyone else can because somehow they see each other and know exactly where to cut so it'll hurt the most.

Getting lost in the crowd at Eden's, drunk and barely high, dancing too close together, too dirty to be friendly, making out and then pretending they didn't.

Them eventually fucking because they need to get it out of their systems and Andrew doesn't let them out of his sight long enough to go out and find someone else (and really, they don't trust any stranger to have them so vulnerable when they are in the middle of a fucking mob war). Kevin with his "this never leaves this room, I'm not ruining my career", Aaron with his "I'm straight, this is just convenient", both meaning it until they don't, really.

Both catching inconvenient feelings, both sure it's one-sided. Kings of denial. Moments that they refuse to read into because that way lies madness, like that time they accidentally fall asleep together, or when Aaron talks Kevin down from a panic attack, or when Kevin makes tea for Aaron when he's frazzled and sleep-deprived studying for finals.

Kevin, heart in his throat wondering whether Aaron is still with Katelyn, because he thought they'd broken up but he sees them talking at a party; Aaron, heart in his stomach, wondering whether Kevin actually wants Andrew and not him, is settling for someone who looks like him because he can't have the real thing.

At Eden's, Kevin almost kissing Aaron when they're left alone at the table because he wants and it's killing him; Aaron pushing him away, snapping "You're drunk," because he has to be, otherwise there's no way he'd do this, here, in plain view, there is no way he actually wants Aaron. Aaron, angry and seething because how dare this asshole keep tripping him up at every turn, giving him hope he knows will be crushed in a second; Kevin, not drunk (not yet), rejected, being reminded yet again that it is just secret, shameful sex for Aaron, that kissing him where their friends might see them is not something he can do, that Aaron doesn't actually want him.

The sex, getting confusing. Sometimes too gentle, too worshipful, too loving to be called fucking. Sometimes they remember themselves and turn it fast and dirty and angry, tell themselves not to slip up again.

Aaron seeing Andrew with Neil, so jealous, so envious, so sad and angry because he will never have that; Kevin watching Neil with Andrew, so lost, so helpless, because he used to only care about Exy but now when he imagines his future as a pro player it stretches lonely and even the thought of making Court again doesn't compensate the thought of Aaron being gone from his life, somewhere far away at med school, Kevin a speck in the rearview mirror of his life.

Aaron being hot and cold, one minute open and desperate and the next completely closed-off; Kevin oscillating between I'm going to tell him so he can either accept it or reject me for good and I'm going to keep my feelings very quiet so I can have this for as long as I can.

Making out for hours, not taking it further, Aaron thinking shit shit shit this is not what this is supposed to be, Kevin thinking yes yes yes this is different this has to mean something.

Kevin after winning championships and surviving Riko for good deciding since he's the best exy player in the world he can do whatever the fuck he wants and no one can say shit about it, deciding he's all in, respecting when Aaron pushes him away but otherwise not backing out out of fear, not anymore; Aaron, having killed a man, finally working on his relationship with his brother, the trial looming menacing in the near future making him question everything he thought he knew about himself, deciding the worst-case scenario in his life has probably already happened and Kevin Day breaking his heart will not kill him, deciding he will just do whatever the fuck he wants and if Kevin notices his feelings he can deal with it or break things off with him, whatever.

Eating alone together and watching movies alone together and so many dates they don't call dates but don't not call dates, either. Kissing all the time now, when no one is around, quick pecks as hello and goodbye, fond smooches when the other does something adorable. Hands finding hands during sex, during make-out sessions, under the blanket during movie night sat side by side on the couch.

Kevin holding Aaron in his dark suit for a long time before the trial, just quietly hugging him, hands on his back and hair, lips against the crown of his head, before Aaron sighs and steps back, face set, hand squeezing Kevin's one last time for strength.

After the trial, Aaron exhausted and rattled and wishing he could go back to not knowing, walking straight into Kevin's arms in the middle of the busy courtroom without a single fuck left to give.

The days following the trial, days of quiet companionship, of Kevin just being there for Aaron, ignoring Andrew's knowing raised eyebrow and Neil's confused frown, thankful Nicky is holding his tongue for now.

Days of letting the dust settle until Aaron goes back to being himself and Kevin finally lets himself ask, blunt and straightforward; Aaron being brave for perhaps the first time in his life and telling the truth. Kevin smiling, not his smug smirk or his camera-smile, something softer, brighter, happier, more real, speaking his own truth; Aaron finally letting his walls down fully, letting his eyes and face show everything, kissing him like his life depends on it. Both holding on, holding on, holding on.

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