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pedge-page · 4 months

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife # 7: House Pet

Can be read with others in series or standalone

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight Daddy kink, suggestive of oral M receiving, annoying reader and annoyed Joel

18 + ONLY

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You watch one depressing commercial of shivering dogs left emaciated in the cold begging for love and care, and all the water in your entire body comes flooding out in tears.

“J-j-j"—snUFFF—“JOeeeOEeeeoelllLLLL!!!" You wail, wiping your snot on his shirt sleeve while curled up against him. “THEY NWEEEDDD MWEEEEE!!!!”

“You wanna donate?”

N-d—nooo--“sniffle—“wanna -wa-wanna aa-ad-ad-opt—“

He chuckles like its some obvious joke, but when he sees the absolute shine in your giant eyes staring pleadingly at him, he puts his foot down as gently as possible: “Honey, we can’t have a dog right now. With you—being like this, and a baby on the way, I’ve got enough on my plate as is. Wanna make sure you and babygirl are well taken care of first, okay?”

There’s a tense silence hanging in the air as you seize a breath in your throat.

And then you’re LOSING IT, whining and crying like a child into his face.

“Jesus,” he mumbles softly, gently stroking your hair, hushing little shhhhh into your forehead and rocking you in his arms like a baby in a cradle— a giant baby stuffed with another baby currently rattling the emotions of the big baby.

He's given you a cup of water for bed and tucking you in, picking up the litany of tissues tossed around you, while you refuse to quit your puffy eye’d and endless barrage of tears.

By the next morning, swollen lids yet calm, he thought he’d heard the last of it last night. And you were doing much better mood wise—no cries, though a little cold shoulder to him. He gives you a few hours till you’re over it and asking for ice cream like nothing happened.

Until now, five days later where every minute is just a retort to his face about getting a dog.

When you best friend comes over to give you extra baby clothes:

"Aww your girl named her puppy Winston? That's so adorable! Joel, ya hear that??” You peak loudly so he can hear from the kitchen. “Too bad I don’t have a puppy named Winston.”

"When you have our daughter, she can get a puppy named Winston"

"Oh! Already picking her over me for getting a dog?"

He rolls his eyes, tuning out to focus on making you biscuits that are too salty so you’ll have something else to whine about.

During movie night:

“…If only I had a dog to help keep my feet warm on the couch.”

He shovels a fist full of popcorn into his tilted back, wide mouth. “‘At’s what a blanket’s for.” he yanks your favorite soft one over your toes and keeps his eyes on the TV.

To the neighbor that just fucking moved in two weeks ago:

"Joel doesn't kiss me enough. If I had a dog, I wouldn't complain as much since the pup would love me unconditionally."

He grits his teeth, excusing himself to the bathroom.

At Tommy’s place for a Sunday BBQ:

“Bought the wood second hand—I re constructed our living room myself,” he says braggingly, drawing a beer from the cooler.

"Yeah, Tommy, it’s real nice.” You charm, and you can already see Joel's fist clench at his side. “Would look even better with a dog in the window."

“Wish I had a fluffy dog to cuddle instead of your big ass."

"My husband spoils me so much. He usually gets me anything I want without asking! Unless it's a dog ..."

Joel finishing adding furniture to the baby room.

"You know what else this room could use?”

"A dog bed, a dog blanket, a dog.”

"If you say-one more-god damn thing-about the dog..." he huffs.

"What dog? We don't even have a dog."

"We don't-need one. Got a cat in the house already."

He thrusts in again with a grunt, your trail of thought disappearing for a second just as Joel’s fat cock penetrates you.

The two of you are lying sideways on the bed, his chest pressed flush against your back. With your leg just barely propped up with his masculine arm hooked under your knee, a hand splayed protectively over your big belly, he has enough room to slot his length into your achy sopping cunt, slowly fucking you with harsh little jolts. You grip the back of his neck, fingers clutched in his sweaty locks, feeling his hot breath dampening your collar.

He lets out a pained hiss. “This lil pussy right here is all the animal I can handle now. Now quit it.”

His hips begin to crash lightly over your ass, rutting his tip deeper into you with muffled slaps. He loves the sight of your now largely grown thighs jiggling with each impact. Loves the feeling of your swollen breasts suffocating his other hand. Loves the knowledge of his wife so stuffed full of him for everyone to see.

You moan lightly, clenching around him at the leisure, unhurried yet pent up pleasure coursing through you. But your mind wonders again. “If you don't want a rescue we can get a certain breed: How about a malnoise? Or something smaller like a corgi? Or aussie. Oh Pitties are so cute!"

He rolls his eyes, nose buried in your hair. How are you even able to have a coherent conversation right now while he's rearranging your guts? Rather than hushing you with another quit it, he decides to entertain you. "Jesus woman. Ain't pitties all mean?"

"Nooooo —mmm baby, right there—“ you whine, panting in sync as you lowly try to hump him back. “Protective, intimidating looking.” You smile, mouth agape and eyes closed when he hits that sweet spot deep inside. “Just—like you, big ol sweethearts…Who give their wives exactly what they fucking want—like a dog."

“Christ.” The hand from under your leg glides over your wet clit, his rough digits rubbing fast circles while his other free arm unfolds from under your throat to grip it lightly. His knees bend so he can rock just his hips with ferocious power, railing with the intent to fuck you so dumb, you can’t help but shut up. “One more peep and I'm switching us up and gonna fuck you like one.”

You really didn’t want to —resorting to this lounging position because your back hurt too much to be fucked doggy, and the baby weighed too heavily to ride him. Thank God his cock was fucking huge—it could reach deep into you at any position. No fucking wonder you got pregnant so easily.

“no- no Daddy, I'll be good," you hum. "Unfff—mmm-yeah—yeah! Fuuuck—fuck me baby that’s it!” You shout. Joel’s hand works endlessly on your little nub, now at the mercy of his ministrations to get you off since you can’t reach yourself anymore. You grip your belly and cry, walls convulsing around his meat with a much needed orgasm. Joel follows suit not too long after, biting your shoulder as his hips still against your ass, pumping you full of his pearly cum.

The two of you stay in the same position, breathing heavily as you come down from your respective highs.

His eyes close, breath slowing and getting deeper in relaxation as his fingers lightly dance over your swole bump.

You feel the gentle cooling breeze of the fan spinning above you. Sighing contently now filled with your husband’s love and caressed with his tender hands.

“…So I was thinking, when we get a dog..."

"WE ARE NOT GETTIN’ A DOG AND THAT’S FINAL."

Tommy comes over and can tell something is up between you two. When Joel leaves the room, he asks "so what is it this week with Joel?"

"He won't get me--what do you mean THIS week??"

"Nothing nothing, he won't get you a what?"

"A dog. I want a dog. He doesn’t want a dog. So I don’t understand why he can’t compromise and get a dog.”

He laughs. “Honey, cuz that’s not a compromise. You know why he won't get you one, right?"

"Cuz he doesn't want to take care of me, a baby, and the dog at the same time"

"Nah. He's worried you'll only want the dog’s affection, and the baby gets the rest of your attention. Then you won’t have anything left for him.”

“…Oh!"

Later that night, Joel is still steaming from your earlier conversation after sex, having no regard for listening to another thing you had to say the rest of the day. You waddle into the bedroom, looking apologetic as possible with your hands held behind your back. He only looks up from the bed to see you: in his large T shirt with nothing else, freshly lavender scented from your bath, and big pleading child-like eyes full of sorrow. He purses his lips before returning to his book, glasses perched on his nose.

You approach Joel with an apology gift that you hid behind your back: a stuffed wolf.

He smiles gently unable to even pretend to hold his temper against you. you kiss the tip of his nose as he caresses your smoothed bump. “You're my favorite dog anyway,” you say warmly. “Needy. Grumpy. Likes food. Gives me kisses."

“Thought I didn’t give ya enough kisses? Least that’s what you told neighbor.”

“That was—a lie.” You bat your eyes cutely. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says, his eyes raking over your curves just barely covered now due to your size. “I don’t know, Daddy might need more apologies — ya did treat me real bad this week.”

You hum sadly, nuzzling yourself against his chest. your hand trails down his firm middle, all the way to the growing tent sticking up from his boxers.

“I can lick it better,” you whisper seductively in his ear, nipping at his pulse point.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

And after one of your famous deep throated blow job with Joel's balls happily emptied in your already full belly, he leans over to his side table and pulls the drawer open, holding something tight in his hand.

You just barely stop yourself from falling asleep with your head on his lap when he dangles a dog collar above your head. You sit up, inspecting it with grubbing hands: it has your home address etched on to the metal plate, but no name on it.

“What you want me to be your dog? I’ll wear the collar but I’m not getting on my knees, nor crawling around and drinking from dog bowls and shitting in the yard—“

“No angel,” he shushes you. Although the image of you wearing the collar, naked and heavily pregnant on your knees in front of him wasn’t a bad idea at all…he shakes his head from the delusion. ”Aint for you. Thought about it—but ONLY after have the baby and are settled, and ya know IF —and that’s a mighty big if—we find one that’s not too rough shape, got a good sense about ‘im, then MAYBE I’ll consider it.”

"Oh my god! Thank you! Thankyouthankyou--"

"I said IF sweetheart. Got along road ahead till then."

"I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want."

"You already do that for yourself."

"Yeah but... how about I sit on your face? Fully?"

His ears perk up. "Yeah?"

"After the baby is born," you quip, smirking with more confidence then your swollen body can muster trying to wiggle away from his grasp like a devious chubby oompa lumpa. He just laughs to himself as you slip down the bed, and the sudden urge to pee has you B-lining to the bathroom.

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meowjunjun · 9 months

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Sub puppy boy Younghoon <3

Includes: “noona”, leg humping, dick stepping, needy puppy hoon, degradation, dick slapping, some praise, nicknames like “pet”, “pup/puppy”, “baby” are used

“Noona?”

You were at your desk, working from home for today. The day was finally coming to an end, and after working late into the evening, Younghoon comes over to check on you for the nth time; but somethings different.

When you don’t respond, he rests his head on your shoulder from behind you and repeats himself with a sad tone in his voice. “Noonaaaa~” you barely look up from your computer, but let out a quiet “Yes baby?”

He paws at your arm, pouting slightly “Why won’t you give me attention?” You continue working as you respond “Not now Hoon, just let me finish this okay?” He lets out a frustrated whine, and gets down on his knees, resting his chin on your plush thighs and nudging you with his soft puppy ears. “But I need noona nowww…” he complains, and you finally look at him, annoyed.

He’s on his knees and looking up at you cluelessly, his hair slightly messy. That’s when you realize why he’s being so needy; he’s wearing nothing but a black hoodie and boxers, which have a small tent in them. He knows better than to touch himself without permission, and perhaps that’s why he’s being so needy towards you.

“Whatever, you can get off on my leg.” His ears perk up slightly. You seem bothered by him, causing him to whine a little but it’s alright, he can work with this. Besides, good boys never complain, right?

He quickly positions his little bulge against you, and begins rocking his hips against your lower leg, which is between his thighs. Even with the first bit of friction, he gasps. Although he’s oh so sensitive, he continues and keeps grinding his cock on you while you pay him no mind; he occasionally glances up at you with his puppy dog eyes, but you never look at him.

He speeds up his pace a little, his red cock beginning to leak precum as he whimpers at the friction. He’s nearly sitting on your foot, his legs too weak to keep him up from the immense pleasure. The wet spot on his boxers continues to grow, wetting your leg slightly as he continues to rut himself into you.

It’s embarrassing how quickly he’s getting close, but he’s just so sensitive from being hard all day and wanting you. The way you ignore him just makes tears well in his eyes; but he has to admit, the way you’re neglecting his need is hot. Something about the annoyed look on your face makes him need you even more. He needs you to degrade him, hurt him, put him in his place.

His bottom lip is quivering as he keeps humping your leg, staring at you mindlessly, your beauty. He starts getting close, and his groans get louder. With each thrust of his hips he lets out small breathy “hah”s, panting like a bitch in heat. He’s moaning like a whore and begging to cum now, unable to keep quiet.

“Noonaaaa… gonna cum, please? Wan’ cum so bad..” He hopes you notice and give him permission to cum, but you ignore his pleas. Soon enough the poor boy is so lost in pleasure that his hips are going quicker than he can handle.

As his cock twitches on you and his hips grind sloppily, he chokes out through pants “ahn- can’t hold it noona.. too good, cumming..”. He cums with a cry, body spasming as tears run down his face. His cock throbs rapidly, cum spurting onto your lower leg. “M’ sorry.. couldn’t hold it in” he sniffles, his tail

You finally think it’s time to give him some attention, wanting to take some of your annoyance out on him. You heard the whole thing, but how could you not want to toy with him just a little more when he’s this pathetic and needy?

You look down at him with a disgusted look on your face. “Did you seriously just cum without my permission?” You take your foot out from underneath him, and kick his chest so he tumbles backwards under your desk. “Fucking disgusting. Clean it up like the dumb mutt you are so I can punish you.”

“Oh- yes noona” he obediently follows, anxious yet excited for his punishment. He licks up your calf eagerly, swallowing his own mess as he lets out quiet whines; he loves this feeling of humiliation, feeling so gross. It starts making his spent dick hard again, the ache in his stomach coming back. He would do anything for you; if you spat on the ground he would gladly lick it up.

Once he’s done, he looks up at you, eyes full of shame. But you swear, you could’ve seen a glint of excitement in them. “Hmm, where should we start pup?” Tears well in his eyes again, feeling guilty for not following your rules. “Take your boxers off and sit back” he quickly obeys, fearing what you’ll do to him. He places his forearms on the ground for support under him, laying down and looking up at you; swollen cock on display for you.

You swiftly bring your foot up to it, stepping on his tight balls. His body jolts, and he moans. “You haven’t behaved, so you’re gonna take this like a good boy mhm Hoonie?” You press harder right before he can speak. “Agh— yes noona, I- mmph- wan’ be your good boy-“ you smile sadistically as he chokes and writhes. “Good, that’s what I like to hear puppy.”

His ears lower as you step on his tip, squishing it against his black hoodie that covers his toned abs. The pain is just the right amount of pleasureful and painful, just the way he likes it. His eyebrows are furrowed together, tears practically streaming down his pretty face as he sobs loudly and covers his face.

“Nope, look at me baby. You gotta look me in the eyes of you’re gonna be good for me.” He nods and moves his hands away, shaking. His cock is leaky and red, and even though it all hurts just so badly he can’t help but buck his hips into your cruel touch. He keeps on sniffling and crying, and you demand him to sit in your lap, facing you.

He walks over with weak legs, stumbling as he places himself in your lap. His pretty tear stained face is adorned by a cute pout, his cock all weepy. You stick your fingers in his mouth. “Suck, pet.” He obliges, and you send a smack of your palm to his heavy balls. He winces and whines against your fingers, and you slap them a few more times.

His back is arching into your touch, and when you start to slap his drooling tip he knows he can’t handle much more as he throbs in between the both of you. “S’ too much, I can’t- mmhf- gonna cum” he cries, muffled and whiny. “That’s okay baby, you can cum, you’ve done so well for me, Hoon” you coo.

You give his balls a few more hits to help him cum, causing him to gush all over himself for the second time. “Ah- ahnnn thank you- thank you noona- hnghhh” His face is all flushed and tear soaked, dark hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. Cum leaks all over his hoodie as his poor, abused cock twitches with every spurt. His cute puppy tail is wagging as he whimpers. His noises sound so pretty, his breath shaky and hoarse.

You bring him in for a tight hug and kiss him on the cheek as he comes down from his high; “you did so well my sweet pup, you’re such a good boy for me” .

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Omg sorry y’all are fr gonna like make fun of me for this or smth LMFAOOOO I got so lazy at the end sry

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tbzhub · 7 months

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Just Go Fuck Him

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: Hyunjae moves back into his childhood home and old feelings and memories come up.

Warnings: MDNI, reader has scars, brief mention of childhood trauma, brief mention of surgeries, flashbacks, a smidge negative self-talk, hyunjae is the rizzler, smut... creampie, pet names, yada yada

Rating / Genre: M, neighbor au, childhood crush au, fluff?, slight angst (it’s really not THAT bad), lots of pining

WC: 8K (2K+ words for the smut scenes)

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The living room was quiet in its typical offputting fashion as you sat around with your parents; no one saying anything as there were no conversations to be had and nothing playing on the television since no one would pay attention anyway, a phone captivating its user as everyone sat in their respective places. Any interaction at this point would feel almost disrespectful and annoying, disrupting the usual routine of your and your parent’s day.

Your favorite place to cocoon was on the right side of the sofa, wrapped in a plush blanket while you doom-scrolled until you eventually needed to walk the dogs. This is how your days were spent since your college graduation, making your parents the only ones on the block who weren’t empty nesters. Maybe that explained why you never went out— there was no one to go out with. Everyone else seemed to blossom rapidly, moving away and starting lives too hectic to return to their childhood homes on a regular basis while you sat at home, wrapped in blankets, feeling left behind.

Feeling left behind wasn’t inherently a negative thing, though— and it wasn’t really a feeling either. Acknowledgment: that’s what you’d describe this part of your life as— the acknowledgment of being a late bloomer, the acceptance of being the last flower waiting to bloom. The last person to leave the nest, as some would say, and that fact was totally okay with you because, in truth, it was okay for you to spend your days the way you pleased. There was no reason to run out and chase after what everyone else was doing just to keep up, to avoid loneliness at the risk of getting hurt.

Maybe it wasn’t just an acknowledgment; perhaps being a flower that’s yet to bloom guaranteed safety from a world so wide with new people who didn’t know you and old people who’d changed so much that you didn’t know them at all. You certainly weren’t close with anyone that you’d grown up with, and when you’d run into them at the odd holiday party that you were forced to attend, that fact was always highlighted awkwardly and sometimes painfully. There’s something to be said about standing silently in a circle full of adults that you used to run around outside with as a child, as wild stories are passed around, and accomplishments are one upped by additional accomplishments. You’ve watched enough cliques coalesce in real time, cliques that you were a part of as a child but somehow couldn’t squeeze into as an adult… and to say the least, it gets old. Thus, you cocooned, you doom-scrolled, and you became content with the silent life you’d curated with your parents.

So the living room is as quiet as it always was, and the day would drone on as it always did, and you’d be just fine not rocking the boat until it was time to go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow.

But sometimes the boat needs to be rocked, and the loud knock that’s heard does the trick in making your mom flinch in her seat, and your father crane his neck to the rather unexpected sound.

You, on the other hand, do not react because a knock at the door— regardless of how foreign, is never for you. The shifting of your parents getting out of their seats and the creaking of the floorboards underneath their feet does nothing to pull you away from your phone because, again, no one is knocking on the door for you, and you’d never entirely inherited your nan's natural curiosity.

It’s not until your mom comes back into the living room with her head peeking out from behind the foyer wall as she calls out your name that you finally get up from your favorite spot on the couch. The action is done begrudgingly, but your mom swears someone is here to visit you, and her smile is vast, so at the very least, you would appease your mom and be polite.

The thing about people-pleasing was that you never knew where you’d end up. You could set out to be polite to some unexpected guest to appease your mother and end up staring face-to-face with your childhood fucking crush. This wasn’t hypothetical; this was actually happening, and you were currently wearing drab black sweatpants.

He says hi first, hugging you at the front door as your parents invite him in for tea, and you stand there looking like a fucking idiot troll whose soul has just left their body. Specifically, you were internally screaming as you said hello and tried not to look like you were combing through your hair with your fingers.

“It’s been so long, Hyunjae. How’s your mom?” Your mom asks as she heads into the kitchen to start the kettle, and you look down at your hands as he responds to her.

He’s still just as polite as he used to be when you were kids, and that pisses you off.

“It’s so lovely of you to visit,” you hear your dad chime in, and you want to scowl because you felt quite the opposite. Who visits someone they haven’t spoken to in well over half a decade out of the blue without even a single warning? How were you the only person put off by this rogue visitation?

“I thought you were a travel photographer. What are you doing back here?” You ask, and really, you wish you could tell him to leave because this was too much, and you could feel the memories starting to stew inside your brain. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked up at his ever-charming smile, and all you wanted to do was flee to your room.

“I moved back. I missed home.”

Hyunjae’s return meant your parents weren’t the only non-empty nesters anymore, which should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn’t. It makes you feel like a child again and not in a way that should feel safe or warm and fuzzy. It makes you remember your childhood with him as your next-door neighbor. It makes you remember your childhood in general, and it makes you remember all the shenanigans that the two of you got up to together. All the silly poems and doodles you’d write about him in your journal growing up start to whisper around in your mind. All the conversations you’d have in your backyards pull to the forefront of your brain. Core memories flash like you’re watching a synopsis of your life thus far when you close your eyes after turning in for the night.

You slowly began to remember just how easy it was for you to grow attached to the boy that lived next door…

Hyunjae was a few years older than you, but he was always sweet, unlike the boys his age who lived in the neighborhood. Even in your younger years, it was his kindness that really set him apart in your mind. He was one of the few older kids who played nicely with the younger kids instead of ditching or excluding them or stealing their toys.

When you fell and scraped your knee trying to ride a bike for the very first time without any training wheels, he was quick to run inside his house to get a bandaid and a small bag of ice. He had kissed your bandaid-covered knee in hopes that it would get you to stop crying, and at the time, you thought the gesture was ludicrous; he wasn’t a mom, so there was no way that he could have the ability to wipe away someone’s pain with the simple press of his lips.

That was the day that you learned it wasn’t just mothers who held such a magical power

So you were putting effort into your looks to walk the dogs now... Nothing crazy— just making sure your hair wasn’t frizzy and that your clothes weren’t wrinkled before you left the house. You hadn’t run into Hyunjae yet, but it was bound to happen, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard when it did.

The dogs were slower than usual to round the block this afternoon, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the album you were listening to as you admired the cotton candy-like clouds dashed across the beautiful pale blue sky. For someone who spent such a massive chunk of their time indoors, you really did appreciate being outside.

Apparently Hyunjae felt the same way. You saw him outside for the first time since he came back, sitting on his front porch with a camera in his hands as he presumably took shots of the sky above. This was perfect actually. You could skitter by unnoticed. With your headphones over your ears and a fancy digital camera concealing most of his face, there should be this shared agreement that deterred one from interrupting the other for the sake of exchanging pleasantries.

As you move closer, your house getting more prominent in your field of view, you’re reminded that dogs don’t give a fuck about made-up social contracts. Yours pull on their leashes to get to Hyunjae, one barking, and that’s enough to steal the man’s attention away from snapping the shutter.

Damn. Your streak of avoidance shattered.

He smiles when he sees it’s you and waves with the most earnest expression on his face, and for a brief moment, you forget how to walk like an able-bodied person, legs feeling like mush and mind going blank as his inviting eyes settle on you and your dogs.

“One foot in front of the other. Smile like a sane person. Don’t let him sense his sheer power over you.”

You repeat the mantra in your mind as you let your dogs pull you closer to him, nearing his front porch with bated breath and a weak smile. It's those wooden steps at the entrance of his house that get you, the ones that harbored far too many sweet core memories. As you sit beside him on the landing, you can’t help but think of every single time that you’ve sat here in the past.

“Hey,” He says, wrapping his arm around you briefly in a friendly, one-armed hug before he sets his fancy digital camera far away from the dogs’ reach.

Your hello is soft and shy, but you didn’t stutter at the physical touch, so you’d consider that a small win.

“So you came home just to take pictures of the sky?”

He snorts at your question, “I already told you why…

“I got tired of the world at large. Plus, there’s more than enough beauty around here. The familiar things deserve to be photographed, too.” He admits simply– as if the sentiment is genuine common knowledge. He’s smiling down at you, and for a second, maybe it was a delusion, but you honestly felt like he was talking about you specifically.

“Watch. I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reaches out for his camera and begins to snap pictures of your dogs, petting them and scratching behind their ears. One of your dogs must secretly be a Hyunjae simp because he can capture her dopey smile perfectly.

You silently watch as he goes through the pictures, his smile widening, and he leans close to show you the one that must have tugged at his heartstrings. It’s a picture of your dog, face cradled in Hyunjae’s large hand, her eyes practically shining with glee, and she has the cutest doggy smile to match.

You giggle, face breaking into perhaps its first genuine smile in such a long time. “This is perfect. I have to show Mom. I’d love a copy if you don’t mind?”

When you look up from the camera, you notice just how close you are, invading his personal space unwittingly, and a blush rises in your cheeks as you quickly lean away to create some tangible distance.

He only hums in agreement before shutting his camera off again and making eye contact with you. “I’ll send you a copy later tonight. Has your number changed?”

When you finally get home, your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the spring in your step is undeniable. You let the dogs off their leashes and put away your headphones before practically skipping to your bedroom.

You flop on your bed, feeling weightless and energized from the crumb of interaction... This could become a problem, an addiction— could a person become addicted to another person? Regardless of the answer, you squealed in bed, covering your face in your hands as you let every single positive emotion flood through your body. Your legs kick in the air, and you feel giddy, high on the love and infatuation of a crush a decade in the making.

Oh, you were so fucking doomed. Hyunjae needed to either move away or express his intent to marry you as soon as possible because every feeling you’d shoved down had come back in full force, plus interest.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you freeze mid-tizzy, and as the door creaks open, it's your mom’s head that peeks into your room, and the smile that graces her lips looks nearly childlike. She wanted to gossip, you could tell.

“I saw you sitting over at the Lee’s. It’s been so long since I've seen you two sit outside on his porch steps like that.” She says, and immediately, your face goes blank. Any traces of giddiness is sucked right out of you in exchange for bashfulness.

Vibe ruined. You felt so exposed.

“What? I’m happy. You two used to be so close growing up, and he was such a sweet kid. It’s just nice to see…” she trails off before finally taking the hint and leaving you alone to writhe in your newfound angst and embarrassment.

Your mom was right, though. You spent ample time on the Lee’s front porch growing up.

When everyone had gotten old enough to where the playing field was level, and the neighborhood kids could all get off the school bus together, it was common to hang out in a large group after school. Sometimes, this entailed sitting around and talking. Still, most of the time, this led to adventuring around the block and getting into what could only be labeled as dumb, child-appropriate shenanigans.

It didn’t take long for you to bow out of these afternoon activities in exchange for seclusion, sat at your front door doing your homework, reading a book, or maybe drawing. You didn’t want to partake in what everyone else was doing.

Hyunjae had been the one to start the unspoken tradition by randomly sitting on his porch one day instead of running out to play with everyone else. You noticed him outside, but your head is inside a book about horses, and frankly, what someone else did on their porch was none of your adolescent business.

But that day, he called you over, asking if you wanted to sit with him, and when you explained that you were reading a book, he was quick to respond, saying the same thing.

“We don’t have to talk. Just sit next to me.” That was his persuasive pitch, and it worked.

That day, you sat side by side on his front porch steps, one reading a picture book about horses and the other reading a Spiderman comic book. When he noticed you struggling to sound out an unfamiliar word, he broke the comfortable silence to help you.

That's how it started, the many sessions of keeping each other company on his wooden steps. That’s probably the true catalyst of your friendship, him calling you over and you obliging his request, sitting side by side on wooden steps instead of running around with the other neighborhood kids.

Gradually, this evolved from a mini reading club to you bringing art supplies over to paint together, him helping you with your math homework when it got tough, or even him simply reading a chapter of his library books to you with your head laid against his shoulder, eyes closed as you pictured the fictitious world that Hyunjae was describing to you.

The Lee’s front porch steps slowly became a second home to you, and as you both grew up, experiencing life in new and complicated ways, sometimes the only thing that helped you get by was sitting on those steps with Hyunjae by your side.

The coming days felt slow; your typical routine of couch cocooning left you unsatisfied, and you found yourself counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could walk your dogs outside. Which was silly because you were a grown adult; you didn't need to find an excuse to go out… but you did want an excuse to run into Hyunjae again.

Which again— you were a grown adult, and you could take life by the balls and knock on his front door, say hi, and invite yourself in. You weren't going to do that, but at the very least, you acknowledged that plan as a viable option: baby steps and all that.

In your defense, though, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, and you were scared. So much has changed over the years since you’d last appropriately spoken. You had so many unanswered questions, and you felt like the elephant in the room, the elephant that you’d birthed, still hadn't been addressed… You didn’t think that you’d earned the right to rogue, unannounced visitations in the same way that Hyunjae did.

As of right now, you are settling on the waiting game. Hyunjae sent you the picture of your dog, just as he’d promised, but you haven't seen him outside since. At this point, the ball was in the universe’s court, and you hoped to be favored kindly.

Today, you decided to bring your pinning to a different location, settling on cleaning your bedroom instead of wistfully thinking about Hyunjae as you stared out your living room windows. You would give your room a real deal deep clean; organize and clean out your closet, vacuum, feather dust, wipe down your bedroom windows, and toss out anything that hadn’t been used in three years— the works.

You were moving through these tasks with music on blast, shimmying and singing along while you harbored a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. No area was safe for dirt or dust in your room. You were intent on cleaning until your room was interior design magazine-level spotless, and the next inanimate victim was your window. You pushed back the curtains and drew the blinds to reveal the dusty glass pane.

Wow, this should get done more often.

You attacked the window pane with cleaning spray and started wiping, swaying to the beat of the bass-heavy song that played through your speakers, and soon you're doing more dancing than wiping. You get lost in the song, singing into the window as if you were in a music video as you run the cleaning cloth over the glass like it was a prop.

Then you notice Hyunjae standing in his bedroom window, and you halt. How long had he stood there? How much of your theatrics had he witnessed? You remove your hand from the glass, and your face twists up in humiliation.

He crosses his arms, eyebrows arching upwards, but the rest of his expression seems impassive before he finally bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to do the same. Your embarrassment dissipates as he claps his hands to applaud you for such a lovely showcase, and you playfully bow.

This moment wasn’t the first time that one of you has gotten caught being weird in the recesses of your bedrooms by the other, but it’s been so long that you can’t help but giggle. Some things really don’t change, and you’re glad that, at this point, getting caught by Hyujnae feels the same way as it did when you were younger. No judgment, just a short shock of embarrassment followed by playfulness and laughter shared between good friends.

Hyunjae’s been back home for over a month now, and you were still… dragging your feet when it came to acknowledging the obvious. You were being stubborn, and you were starting to annoy your mother. She, so badly, wanted to play matchmaker. Yet, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, insisting for the nth time that you did not like Hyunjae and that he did not like you. She’d roll her eyes and drop the matter, but she always muttered something under her breath. Then you’d act like you didn't hear, just like she’d act like you hadn’t spewed such a bald-faced lie.

You did like him, though. You more than liked him, and that’s what startled you most. To want someone in so many ways... The concept was so new to you, and Hyunjae made pining over him refreshing.

There were parts of it that were innocent and parts that felt like carnal desire. You wanted to talk to Hyunjae every day like you used to— to spend time with him every day, just like when you were kids. There was this familiarity in his presence that was soothing, and yet most days, he left you feeling drunk off the feelings and needs that you’d developed for him.

He was sweet, and he made you laugh, but at his baseline? Hyunjae was a flirt that left you flustered all the time.

It’s the looks he gives you, the curve at the corner of his lips when he’d notice you short-circuit from one of his sly compliments, or the intense eye contact he’d give you while you spoke. It was the way he’d playfully nudge you as you sat beside him on his porch steps, and it was most definitely the cheeky smile he'd flash at you when he was jogging around the block with his shirt off. With all of that, you were starting to look at him differently, and you found yourself appreciating him in ways that you’d never paid attention to before.

When had he gotten so irresistibly attractive? Has he always been this undeniably sexy?

He’d gotten stronger, bulkier. It only took a few shameless glances in his direction while he was outside, gearing up for a run, to notice just how toned he was. His back muscles were lean. His arms looked so firm… like he could protect you with them or wrap them around you as he drilled nothing but raw pleasure into your body. The thought alone made you shiver, and it was becoming damn near impossible to look at him in a friendly way. Exceptionally not with his lips so perfectly crafted. He had lips that could easily hypnotize you— and they did often. You’d try your hardest to focus on his words just to fantasize about how sweet and kissable his lips were.

Right now, you were stuck between reality and a daydream as you stood outside listening to Hyunjae speak. You’d crossed paths as he was coming in from a late evening jog, and you were heading out to walk the dogs. You watched the way his tongue ran along his bottom lip slowly, and then your eyes began to trail down past his bare chest. Before you could fall deeper into your thoughts, heat spread across your chin, and your face got tilted upward for you to meet Hyunjae’s gaze.

“Like what you see?” He guesses, calling you out playfully, and your reaction time is slow to it all.

You barely register getting caught as you focus on the sudden physical contact, the way his hand cups your chin firmly, and the warmth that his fingers provide to your skin. His touch lingers as you stare up at him with a facial expression displaying nothing but need. How could such a simple gesture cause you to buckle so intensely? If you tried to speak right away, you might let out a moan.

You have to take a step back to regain your composure, and your hand tightens around the leash that you're holding.

Fuck.

For a moment, you’d even forgotten all about your dogs. They needed a walk, and here you were eye fucking Hyunjae outside his childhood home. Your words are mumbled and short as you try to slink away, stepping to the side to get around him on the sidewalk.

“My bad.”

That’s all you could say. It was the lamest thing to come out of your mouth in a while, but your dogs could be your escape from such an awkward situation.

His hand grabs your wrist, though, stopping you from completing one of your little vanishing acts. You can barely hear him over your rapidly beating heart. All you can make out is that he’ll text you when to come over, and there's something else about going for a drive.

Hyunjae kept taking casual side glances your way while you sat together in his car. No one was talking, and you could tell he was gearing up to say something ridiculous. The smirk that graced his mouth was your leading indicator, and the suspense killed you. The lull in your conversation only heightened your anticipation as you tried to relax into the passenger seat, sitting silently and with thick tension.

“You never answered my question, you know.” His words come out so nonchalant that you nearly misunderstand him.

But you could play coy, too, so you take a long sip from your drink to keep him waiting.

“Hm?”

The eye roll he gives you is comical and dramatic, and he feigns offense as his hand covers his heart.

“You forgot that fast? Wow, dude. Check me out, and then forget all about it. I feel used.” Even as the words pass his lips, he’s smiling, his eyes creasing, and the rise of his cheekbones are very telling. Hyunjae just loved to see you squirm in the hot seat.

“I don’t know what— did you just call me dude?” His phrasing finally registers, and you scoff. Was this a date, or did you just get painfully friendzoned?

His eyebrows quirk upward, and the smirk along his lips turns devilish momentarily as he hums, eyes intently on your own.

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer something more forward? I could call you baby… there's also babe, angel, sunshine. Buttercup if we’re feeling frisky. Darling is a favorite of mine, but anything’s on the table, really.”

Your nose scrunches up at his blatant teasing. The man was straight up toying with your emotions. “Just f-forget about it.”

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.”

His words bounce around the car before striking straight through you. The cup in your hand clatters clumsily into its holder as you drop it.

So much for keeping it cool.

“Ooooh, so that’s the one. I’ll remember that.” He says through a chuckle and a smug grin as he reclines further in his seat.

“You know you didn’t have to bring me all the way out here to tease me. You were doing a pretty good job from the comfort of your own home.”

You tried to sound dry and aloof, but you started to buzz with anticipation. The feelings that you’d kept hidden, albeit poorly, would be pushed and prodded to the surface, thanks to Hyunjae and his charming smile.

“That’s not why I brought you out here. I actually wanted to talk. I’ve missed you.” He admits, reaching out to touch your shoulder tenderly.

“Hyunjae. We’re neighbors. You see me every day.” You assert, facial expression going deadpan as you stare back at his unwavering flirtatious gaze.

He sighs at that, mind seeming to go to a faraway place before he speaks up again.

“It’s more than that. I miss how close we used to be. We haven’t hung out alone like this since the summer before my senior year of high school. It feels like decades have passed and…

“It felt like it happened out of nowhere. It was like one day, we were close. I’d say we were best friends, and then the next day, you woke up and decided that wasn’t the case anymore. Why? What did I do?”

There was a gleam of hurt in his eyes that caused your bottom lip to jut out as guilt struck you. Hyunjae was right. You were close. He was your favorite person, and you were his. He was ever-present throughout much of your life, and then you ghosted him. You could pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, and you’d decided to stop being his friend.

You were a teenager riddled with insecurities, and instead of talking to him about it— or talking to anyone for that matter, you’d made the conscious decision to become reclusive. You thought that you needed to detach from someone that you, for the longest time, considered was your one and only gift from the universe growing up.

You purse your lips together before opening your mouth to speak, but doubt settles and seeps into your bones. “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding dumb.”

Hyunjae shrugs, “Just say it. Dumb or not. We’ll piece everything together as a team.”

His eyes were soft, and his hand went to rest on your knee, giving you all the comfort and safety that you needed to explain yourself.

“Um… obviously, I have a crush on you, right? Like, let’s move past that fact fast.” You pause to read Hyunjae’s reaction, but he only gives you a small smile while his hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers through your own.

“A-and… I guess I knew that even back then. I mean, yeah. I had a huge fucking crush on you back then. Oh god, it was bad. It's just as bad as it is now, honestly. But when we were in high school, I started developing all these insecurities. I started noticing that other girls looked different from me. They didn’t grow up getting used to the hospital like I did. They didn’t have these long surgical scars on their legs like mine. You remember that part of my life, right? Your mom let you visit me after my first surgery when I was super young.”

Somewhere along the way, you shifted in your seat to stare out the window as you spoke, unable to hold eye contact and show vulnerability simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize it then because I was so young… I just wanted to feel better, but my body was branded with all this trauma. The scars on my thighs documented it all. It was hard going to gym class. The locker room was awful; I’d feel so insecure, and then I’d have to think about you constantly. All the girls knew you, and they’d talk about how hot you were. All. The. Time. And because I was your best friend, they’d ask me about you all the time. I was ‘popular’ but only because they wanted something from me. I couldn’t deal with it. All these beautiful girls with perfect, flawless skin constantly asked me about the guy that I’d liked for so long.

“I could not deal with another school year being seen only as the gateway to Hyunjae. I spent that summer in my room crying and wishing that things were different. That I was different, that I'd wake up and these scars would be gone. That I could finally get the guy that I’d wanted for so long… Obviously, that never happened. So I thought that if I put you and our friendship behind me, maybe I could, at the very least, move on because why would a guy like you want someone so far from perfect.”

You did it. Hyunjae is finally caught up and no longer left in the dark. All that was left to do now was listen to his response. You feel firm hands grab at your waist, and you're awkwardly pulled out of your seat until you're straddling Hyunjae’s lap.

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me, but… is that what you really think? That I wouldn’t want you because of something like that?” He’s looking up at you with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and all you can do is nod meekly.

“I hate that, you know. I hate knowing that you spent an entire summer crying, and I was right next door, and I didn’t know.” His hands fall to your thighs, squishing them in his hold gently as he processes all of this information.

“I can’t even joke about how down bad we’ve been for each other because right now I’m shocked.” He goes on, sighing heavily before chewing on his bottom lip.

“My mom raised me right. I can reassure you that I would never care about something like that. I know, all too well, how to appreciate and treat a good woman. You’ve always been beautiful to me, and you’ll continue to be. Always. No matter what. Those parts of you are gorgeous, too, because they’re a part of the bigger, breathtaking picture.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time, okay?”

Before you can grace him with a response, his lips are on yours, and his hand is pressed against your back as he pushes your body closer to his.

It was the kind of kiss that made you realize just how lonely you’d been. Urgency and desire ran straight through your veins to pool at your center, and you felt like you were melting into the man below you. You could stay like this forever, straddling Hyunjae’s hips while your tongue collided beautifully with his. He kissed you like a thirsty man dying for a drink. Faint gasps leave your chest whenever he pulls away to breathe to dive back in and fuse his mouth with yours again.

So this is how Hyunjae’s lips feel. This is how it feels to be kissed by him.

You both become lost in the kiss, and his hands begin to roam. Warmth spreads across your lower back as one of Hyunjae’s hands snakes its way underneath your shirt to caress your skin, and a shiver flows up your spine. Your fingers tangle into his hair, anchoring yourself to this moment as your hips roll. That’s when you feel it.

“Oh.” You breathe out.

The tent in his pants nudges against you perfectly as you're coaxed into a steady grind by the firm hand pressed along your back.

“Feel good?” He asks, pulling away to look up at you with glossy lips and messy hair. Your nod is an eager one as you try to lean down, eyes closing as you search for his lips again while Hyunjae leans into you, pressing kisses to your neck instead.

You feel his free hand creep up to your thighs as you continue to chase after the friction his crotch provides. Your skirt slowly becomes bunched up, cool air hitting your thighs, and you freeze, shyness and insecurity washing over you.

“J-jae…” You stutter out in a whisper, grabbing his face in your hand to stop him from looking down.

There’s a look of understanding on his face, but you also see a glint of something else in his eyes. “Wanna come back to my place, Sweetheart? I can think of some ways to help you get comfortable.”

As promised, Hyunjae made you feel safe and comfortable. He asked for permission before peeling a new article of clothing away from your body each time. He litters soothing touches and gentle kisses to any freshly exposed skin as he gets you undressed fully. When you’re completely bare, he’s keen to comfort you, making a point of looking you in the eyes before sneaking a glance down to your chest briefly.

“Just focus on me, okay?” He says, voice as soft as cotton while his hand comes up to stroke the side of your face sweetly.

He leans back to take off his shirt, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless more than a handful of times, you can’t help the whine that leaves you. Your eyes trail down his toned torso and settle expectantly on his hands that fiddle with his jeans. You were about to learn something new about Hyunjae, and you were paying very close attention.

He was big, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop the moan that tries to punch out of you. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you stare blatantly at every part of him before your wide eyes finally lift to meet his gaze.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures smugly, and you roll your eyes at that.

“When did you get so cocky?” You sass through a tease as you're pushed backward onto his bedsheets.

“Don’t be jealous, Sweetheart. You’ll be full of cock soon.” He tosses back, causing you to shudder.

He hovers above you for a moment, caging your body in between his strong arms as he looks down at you with fondness in his gaze while he admires your beauty. He leans down to kiss you on the lips before moving down your body.

His lips press against every part of your body on his trek down your chest and past your stomach. When he gets to your thighs, he takes his time, closing his eyes as he kisses every spot, running his tongue along the blemishes that make you doubt yourself. He alternates his love and affection as he slots himself between your legs, nipping at one thigh before pressing a wet kiss to the other.

You feel weightless already. There's not an ounce of nervousness in your body as Hyunjae worships the parts of you that you thought you disliked the most. You felt cared for, cherished, and like you were the most enticing person in the world. The tingling sensations travel closer and closer to the apex between your thighs until you let out a gasp that quickly morphs into a whimper.

“Jae—

You're cut off by a moan as Hyunjae’s tongue swipes up your wetness in one languid motion, causing a jolt of pleasure to dash through your body. He hums into your pussy as he runs his tongue from side to side, parting your folds and tasting you hungrily before he slots your clit between his lips. You lurch forward, and he reaches one arm up to press you back into the bed, resting his hand on your stomach. He pushes your thighs farther apart with his free hand; his grip is tight around your thigh while he buries his face further into your pussy, tongue unrelenting as he sucks on your clit in tandem with the flicks of the wet muscle.

You didn’t know how to move through life after experiencing something life-altering like this. Hyunjae’s mouth made you feel unreal. His tongue could easily be labeled the 8th wonder of the world. All you could do was softly moan his name like you were reciting a prayer as he worked you over.

The bed dips as he shifts his positioning, stopping his ministrations for a minute, and when you look down, you notice just how drenched his chin is because of you, and you shyly close your legs.

“Y-you don’t have to contin—

He cuts you off by forcing your legs apart and looking up at you purposely while he settles between your thighs again.

“Why would you deny yourself something we both know you want?” He challenges, tongue sticking out to ghost over your glistening pussy, and the delicate warmth that the barely-there touch provides is enough to have you whining in need. You push his head back down, hoping he’ll just shut up and go back to town. He does, but not without having the last word.

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teases, words slurred as he tries to talk between sloppy licks. His tongue remains flat as he laps at your pussy to make you fall apart.

When you seem close, with moans flowing out of you ceaselessly, he sinks into you, tongue massaging your spasming walls as he fucks you with his mouth, and that’s all you need. Your face grows hot, and you start to quiver; your thighs begin to falter, and Hyunjae has to hold them steady with his large hands as your orgasm swallows you whole.

“Oh FUCK.”

You will never be the same. Your body throbs with pleasure, and you shake through the most powerful feeling that you’ve ever encountered in your life. You’re speaking only in incoherent babbles as Hyunjae continues to tongue fuck you until the sensation is far too much for your pussy, and you have to push him away. You look up at him breathlessly, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time as you come down from such an intense finish.

“God bless you, Hyunjae.” You finally say, still twitching from your nerves getting lit on fire.

“I take it I did pretty good, hm?” He points out with the cockiest grin while he wipes his chin, coating the back of his hand in your essence. His eyes drift away from your face to check you out, and his face melts into a genuine smile.

“Your body is perfect to me, by the way. Every single part of it. Every minor detail.” He reassures, voice coated in sincerity as he trails his hand along your thigh, thumb running across a faded scar.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you turn your face away from him, with a blush peppering your cheeks. “It’s your turn…” You add, letting your legs fall open for him.

“Our turn,” He corrects as he turns your face to look up at him.

“You ready, Sweetheart?” He asks while he hovers above you, and you can feel how warm and heavy he is against you, prompting you to nod your head yes.

Hyunjae sheathes himself inside you slowly, causing you to groan blissfully as your eyes fall closed. He feels so good. The stretch is just right, and as he buries himself deep inside you, it’s like you’re being split open, but in the best way. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you adjust to his girth and length. When you finally open your eyes, you're met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“You okay, Darling?” You ask in a teasing whisper while you take in Hyunjae’s state. He looks tense, his teeth are abusing his bottom lip, and for shits and giggles, you clench around him and he hisses.

“You’re incredibly tight.” He says through gritted teeth before he exhales. He rears back, his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“I-it’s like your pussy is choking my cock…” He mumbles before he leans down to kiss your neck and tries to press forward again. You hear him whimper softly, and it’s the most alluring sound you’ve ever heard, and it's all because of you.

“I feel good?”

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He praises through a pant.

His hips start to roll against yours as he finds a steady pace to fuck you with, and soon his bedroom is filled with a mixture of moans and skin slapping against skin. His body weight presses you further into the bedsheets, and you feel like you’re being surrounded by love and warmth as every fantasy that you’ve ever had comes true.

Hyunjae’s strong body lays flush on top of yours, and his fingers lace through yours while he rocks into you harder with precise movements. His other arm goes under your body to tilt your pelvis upward as he begins hitting you at a new angle that pulls a cry out of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, needing him closer and deeper as you’re fucked into oblivion. Each powerful thrust has you sliding up the sheets, and your pussy clamps down on him whenever his cock drags out of you. You felt stuffed, filled to the brim, and you missed him when he reared back, leaving you nearly empty for half a second at a time.

Praises were mumbled against your skin while he plunged into you. You had the best pussy. You were doing a good job; you’re taking him so well. You felt incredible. Hyunjae’s words sent you to the edge, and all you could do was gasp and moan as you came undone. Your walls flutter and spasm as you arch your back, screaming his name out for the neighborhood to hear.

“J-Jae,” you whimper, lip trembling as Hyunjae molds your body to his fat cock.

“I know, Sweetheart… Relax and enjoy it.” He coos softly, coaching you through your second orgasm.

His hips don’t slacken; they do the opposite, speeding up as he hammers the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly until something inside you snaps. You writhe underneath him, and your fingers tighten around his own as you fall into bliss. Hyunjae’s eyes are glued to your face as your mouth drops open, and a long, drawn-out groan leaves your body.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going.” He says through a grunt as he starts to chase his high.

He shifts, lifting you into his arms while his cock stays buried inside you. You're positioned upright, body going limp against his muscular thighs as he continues to drill into you, massaging your walls at a merciless pace. One large bicep stays wrapped around your waist, and his free hand snakes between you both to rub against your clit as if he could get you to cum a third time. You’re just a brainless lump of whimpers at this point as your head rests against his sweaty chest.

“I’m close, Sweetheart. I know you can do it again, come on, baby.” He pleaded, voice ragged as his thrusts turned desperate.

His moans get more prominent, and when you look up to meet his gaze, Hyunjae looks fucked out beyond belief, lips parted, and hair a disaster on top of his head. You muster up enough energy to kiss him on the lips, swallowing all his pretty noises and whimpering against his plush lips. You feel his hips stutter. Then heat spreads inside you, and you shake as he fills you with cum while you experience another earth-shattering orgasm.

You're both tired and sticky. The bed sheets are hardly halfway on the bed, twisted onto one side, but neither of you seems to care. You collapse onto the bare mattress with Hyunjae’s cock still hidden inside you. When he finally pulls out, your dripping pussy adds to the mess on his bed. He lays down beside you, immediately pulling you in for a cuddle.

“You’re going to stay here, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a hopeful gleam.

“Of course. Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t deal with a walk of shame right now. My legs don’t work. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon when I have to walk the dogs.” You answer through a giggle.

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𝐸𝑦𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚

Part 1

Aether, after witnessing the most bizarre things in the whole world when no one else did and was often watched with slacked jaws at how he could still be alive, couldn't help but look at himself and then the taller, blue haired man before him with a blank stare.

Did he look like a stupid boy?

"You don't expect me to believe in this, right? Even Y/N says more logical things-"

"Paimon wants to disagree! Wanting to adopt slimes and petting hilichurls even though they don't attack Y/N but only us is no good thing!"

Yeah... That happened, BUT! In your defence, those slimes were cutely nudging your leg with a smile and one of them even offered a pretty-shaped, shiny rock to you as a gift! ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

( And most of the "New recipes" you learnt were from the Hilichurls, who suprisingly made amazing food and didn't attack you but... patted your hair? Even braided it even if it was a tiny one??Sat with you and ate whatever you cooked?? You though they were not that smart, according to what Aether told you but now, you strongly disagreed! They were great companions! Aether didn't know that you already befriended most of them and learnt their recipes, and you intended it to be this way hehe ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡ God knew what their reactions would be and that was enough to make you want to spill the beans while smiling cheekily)

"Hmm? What's that cheerful face you are making, you think I'm making this up?"

Kaeya: ಠ⁠ω⁠ಠ, Aether: ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Duh, so much so as being discreet Aether ರ⁠_⁠ರ

Kaeya, as the man who often hides his true feelings and thoughts behind a flirty and careless attitude, whined and pointed to his eye-patch with a pout

"Look at my eye-patch! It's a heirloom from my grandfather, It's a solid proof that we are blood related! Let's ask your friend what they think!"

Home boy was so sure you would side with hım just to annoy your companions LoL 😝

"Okay... Hey Y/N, is having an eye-patch a hereditary things?!"

*cue you looking around like a dog trying to determine where you were being called suddenly while cradling the PRETTIEST jewelry you had ever seen, zero-ing on to your friends up near the headquarters of the Knights*

"Nah, whoever says that bullshit is one hell of a Himbo and stupid!"

(did you... just call my precious main "a stupid Himbo"?? ಠ⁠ಗ⁠ಠ)

The Second Trait Aether Loved The Most About You: Brutal Honesty

It hurt whenever you said exactly what's in your mind okay?? ಥ⁠_⁠ಥ

That's why you toned it down, especially for Aether and Paimon, even if sarcasm was your love language... NO LONGER SAD AETHER AND PAIMON!

Now though, as they stared at Kaeya who was trying to hide his embrassment... It was only a source of joy for them

"My, my I didn't know that friend of yours had such a... brutal honesty." *Crying internally and trying to piece his shattered ego back together all the while pretending like it didn't hurt*

As much as Paimon was delighted to see the embrassment on Kaeya's face, since for once she wasn't the one on the receiving end of your honest remarks, she... wondered something none of the males did as she stared at your form down near the entrance of the city where you were waving excitedly at her with earrings on your other hand, purchasing them and speedwalking to where they were and slightly panting from the amount of running you had been doing.

Paimon turned to look at Aether from her shoulders with a confused face, pointing with her tiny finger to your form as the boy still didn't look at her

"Uh... Aether, how was Y/N able to hear us down there?", "Down there? What do you mean they were just... here..."

Aether was once again shocked to his core as he leaned over the balcony and stared at your form which was ... way too far away from where they were. Seriously, how did you hear him? You said you didn't have any powers!

And what gained your attention again?

"Hi! You know what, this place is amazing! I hadn't felt that alive in a long time! So... Where is the person who thinks eye-patch is heredi-" you exclaimed happily as you stepped up on the opening where the three were, playing with the shiny stones you got and the necklace you for for yourself while not holding back from insulting whoever that person was. Even those adults in your world was much smarter than that! But as often as it happened to you, you failed to take a look at the person who said that and see him and make the biggest mistake of your life...

By not realizing the hottest person you had ever seen in your entire life.

Was he really that handsome in the game too? The graphics surely didn't do enough justice to the gorgeous sight before you.

He was taller than you imagined, with those cool and perhaps exquisite clothing alongside the clinking sound his vision made against his leg. But perhaps,the tanned skin and with navy blue hair with lighter streaks waswhat made him even more cute in your eyes. Yes he was hot, obviously, but as he was looking at you with that teasing yet welcoming eyes of his... He looked so damn cute!

How could he both be masculine and feminine?! Why the hell did I fall for him as soon as I entered the city? No wonder he is "the top candidate for grandson-in-law"... *dreamy looks at him while planning 20 years from now on*

Kaeya, unknowingly but also having a gutfeeling about your flustered state at his body, bowed down slightly as he took a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it with that charming, side smile of his and let his lips linger there for a moment to watch your blush deepen slowly.

"It would be me, my lady/lord, I hope I didn't disappoint you with being... a stupid Himbo, I believe?" *Catsmiling at you with that flirtitous voice and rubs your knuckles*

*blushing while looking at the said person who cocked a surprised eyebrow at you who was blushing and looking at him- and the chest window obviously-with an open mouth, clearly down bad for him*

"Here we go again..." Aether, who definetly wasn't jealous of the sight before him and blushing at how intimate it somehow looked, facepalmed at yet once again... your attention being taken by a hot person. He only hoped that wouldn't occur again because he really didn't know what to do to get you away from them since you cried softly at being "seperated" from your true love or whatever.

*spoiler alert: it would only get worse as each day went by hehe*

"I'm surprised you didn't know such common knowledge, darling... Name is Kaeya Alberich, the Cavalry Captain. At your service."

"More like we are at your service!", "Stop flirting with my friend, Captain." A jealous Aether and Paimon exclaiming angrily with a hmph and you turned to look at the taller one with a quirked eye brow.

And absolutely confused at what was going on.

Can a person not have some fantasy world where they can live with the Prince charming for a little while? Why were they acting-

"Aww, are you jealous? Don't worry, you two will always be my favourite person!"

Aether: *smug smirks while being hugged to your chest* Paimon:* holds onto your sleeve as you pat her softly, also smug smirks* Kaeya: *defeated yet makes a new plan to gain your attention back*

Aaand that was how your first meeting went by. You having a raging attraction on Kaeya, him both flirting with you and trying his best to stay strong at your honest comments, Aether tugging on your sleeve to get you away from him (jealousy who?) and Paimon... Begging for food.

Except, all you three got was a mission... even if you also agreed with Paimon with needing food.

"You know what? We can use an ice blade to kill them and later put them out in the wild! That way, the sun would melt the ice and the murder weapon would be poof!" ☺️😁

Paimon: EEEEHHH?! (⁠‘⁠◉⁠⌓⁠◉⁠’⁠) 😳😨😧

Aether: (⁠´⁠⊙⁠ω⁠⊙⁠`⁠) "Please don't handcuff me, I don't know them." and Kaeya: (⁠✷⁠‿⁠✷⁠) "I found my friend!"

Aether was so sure that he could end up in some kind of jail, just by listening to you say this shit but... well, you were his bestie, he had to roll with it.

"Don't you feel... I don't know, even slightly disturbed at the way your mind works sometimes?", " Half of my intrusive thoughts are 'Stab yourself with that knife.' while the other half is 'Stab that person with the knife.' What do you think?" ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Kaeya, ASF: Note to future self, don't anger the one with Aether *writes down, mentally scared and sweating*

"Sooo... what's in that treasure? Gold?" *Huge gasp* "Maybe even better, jewelries!" You side-eyed Paimon harshly while rolling your eyes. Sometimes, she really forgot that none of you were much of jewelry people and that she shouldn't get too excited over a "suspicious mission".

"The only jewelry you wear is a hairclip."

"Paimon thinks you are being a meanie- Oh, what's that pretty flower in your pocket Y/N?" Aether slapped his forehead for what seemed like the hundreth time at Paimon, who much like you was easy to loose her track, but still raised a brow at you, just like Kaeya who also eyed the slightly peeking flower in your pocket.

And the sight made him almost choke on air, as his eyes slowly drifted up and he finally looked into your eyes.

Star-shaped ones, much like his, staring right at him with wonder... Face flush with embarrasment and running, all alive and lively, without a worry or a simple knowledge about the significance of your eyes and... the five petaled flower, four white and one blue, you held between your lithe fingers with a soft smile.

And with one look at your glimmering eyes, came another set of headaches to him and you. One that he wasn't able to conceal and groaned in pain, but you did behind a kind smile.

"I'm not so sure... A girl came up to me, just before I came here, and told me that a man in a dark armor, blonde hair and a mask wanted her to give this to me." You shrugged your shoulders noncholantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the pretty flower. Even while playing, and watching some edits about the game, you have never seen such flower except on Lumine's hair. The flower almost seemed like a stone, so dull and colorless though there was some sparkles when you touched its petals. Maybe it was because the flower was away from its homeland, as cliche and naive as it was...You didn't know where it came from or what was the meaning of it, but for some reasons...

The flower made you feel nostalgic and left you longing for... something.

What was it? Why couldn't you exactly say it? Why were you not bothered or slightly scared that someone gave you flowers in a world unkown to you? Why would someone fancy you at the same day you came to Mondstadt? Who was that man?

"I wish I saw them... It's so unrealistic that someone would-"

"It looks like the one on my sister's hair..." your attention was immediately on Aether and how sad he looked. Your heart broke for him, while scolding yourself for straying from your real mission on hand which was getting somehow a clue about his sister, and as the caring and motherly person you were...

You hugged him thightly to yourself. He was a "cutie patotie" in your eyes, not that these people would understand your affectionate terms. And for now, this mysterious person could wait: You had more important matters, such as coddling the boy between your arms!

"Well, maybe, we will see that man again and he might know something about her! Maybe this is a good omen!"

I highly doubt it, considering where it comes from, Kaeya bitterly thought to himself with his fingers playing with his chin thoughtfully. He couldn't help but wonder if you were a spy sent here but quickly dismissed the idea since you weren't even aware of the Seven Nations yet alone Mondstadt or the visions. You seemed like someone who didn't have any powers, except knowing when Aether was in danger as Paimon said, super-hearing and being a skilled swordfighter.

And where you came from seemed like a mystery to you as well. He knows Aether said you two were from another world, but in a way... So was Khaenri'ah, and he had to know it...

Know if you were... another survivor that might have just forgotten who they are as a result of erosion.

As Kaeya was deep in his thoughts, Aether hummed thoughtfully as he hugged you back, though you three were in public, even if there was a cute pink tinting over his cheek. He really didn't want to "ruin" your mood with how crestfallen he had become at the sight of that flower but he just... couldn't help it. With the way he parted ways with his sister, no the way he was forced to, always left a bitter taste on his tongue. He felt like he had failed her, they had never parted before and they never had to go for such a long time with no communication...

He missed her so much... But still, he didn't feel the longing and missing feeling so much with your and Paimon's presence: By the way you always hung out with them, took care of them by trying hard to learn how to cook, watch out for both of them as they slept (even if he made you think they were safe and sound sleep and not awake making sure you were safe too), how you always praised him for his hardwork, patted his head and even helped train with him...

And the best part was perhaps letting you comb through his hair and re-braid them. He didn't let you, for the longest time. Since you two just met, and he didn't know anything about you when he asked and you only said you didn't "remember" much, he didn't want to show a vulnerability to you. Whether you would stab him from the back, tug him back harshly from his hair and kill him... He wasn't sure of what to think about you, considering the life on the wild was already dangerous, but when he saw you begging him to go over a "baby hydro slime" to pat "him", cooing at it from a distance as he held you back with tears in your eyes as a result of "cuteness overload" as you ran at him as soon as he let go of you and watched with a soft smile...

He really liked you a lot... As a friend and companion of course!

Seeing his face contorted in a frown, you pouted and pondered for a few seconds for a way to change the subject and a bulb lighted above your head, visibly brightening your face.

"So... what's the 'super secret' mission you had for us again? I hope it's something risky!" you turned with your whole body to Kaeya with your arms still holding onto Aether thightly, as the man in question raised a brow at how... content you three looked.

A weird trio indeed...

"Why, if I may ask?" he, just as chivalrously as expected of him, asked. He smirked under his breath at how you flushed, even though this headache of his was starting to get him irritated but still... couldn't help but soften when you look down at the blonde in your grasp with obvious tenderness and familial care and then-

"So that I can come close to-hmph!" *harsh slap by none other than a blushing Aether and a bonk by Paimon, who were done with your dying tendencies*

"Nothing... Just explain it, Kaeya."

*Kaeya, shocked... But still gives a long and detailed explanation of the mission and what you three were supposed to look for and overly exaggerating the story while you three are like this*

"The sky used to roar with the thunders as my grandfather would grasp the handle of the sword, the waves get stronger and the sky was covered with the black clouds and strong storms! My grandfather, with the power of the sword, once killed a silver-haired fairy, an abyss dragon-"

"This seems like a huge lie." You, deadass serious: Ehe , ehe

"We can't let the sword to get on wrong hands! We need to get to it first!

"Are you for real? Really Paimon? You believed in his words." As Kaeya watched you bicker with the "floating baby" with a pout while she yelled at you, he hummed to himself and silently made plans for what to do with you and his mission as you three slowly walked away from him.

He had to watch out for you... especially since you seemed like you didn't know about your roots and what potential danger you were in.

At all.

"Perhaps, I should scout the area more... Can't have our guests in danger, now can we?" he said to no one and went to his own office, where he could find some silence, plan his next move on the "secret mission" he gave you and hope to spend some more time with you and Aether, hoping that him and you two...

Ahh, never mind... He was used to loneliness anyways.

But well... Would you look at that! Things, just as usual, didn't go according to plan, as usual, and now you three were tied up together- Wait, Paimon could fly? Why was she here? (ಠಿ⁠_⁠ಠ)

"I thought you could fly away Paimon!", "Paimon got panicked, okay?!", "Of all times... Now?!" (⁠θ⁠‿⁠θ⁠)

For Aether, the worst part wasn't being tied down with you two... It was the constant corny jokes you made, and the most-irritating-yet-funny-statements-that-he-definetly-didn't-find-funny you did.

"You know what, mister treasure hoarder? This is the most I've seen a guy putting in efforts to get me... Are you sure there isn't a sparkle between us?"🫦☺️

"Singing in the shower is fun.... Until you get soap inside your mouth, now it's soap opera!"/ "What did the ocean say to the beach?.. Nothing, it just waved!" ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Yeah, you get it. The pain of Paimon and Aether is real. ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ

Spoilers Alert: Your very much so bestfriend was already waiting in the Dendro Archon's land, who went by a certain name such as General Mahamatra and his ears ringed "without a reason" 😋

Boy was having the hardest time of his more than 3000 life ever by having to conceal his giggles and not irritate people even more. ಠ⁠﹏⁠ಠ

"Look Bro, I'd have reallyy wanted to act like a cute and girly girl who guys like you loves to prey on but It's against my codes, my morals! I just can't be one, just like you can't be smart enough to tell that I'm already outta the shackles~" you shook on tandem with the shackles between your hands and giggled before sprinting up towards them with Aether's sword that laid idly on the ground, fast on your steps.

*evil giggles, and proceeds to knock out them all in two simple blows and sitting down to munch on the snack you brought* "We should make more of this one! It's yummy!" 🤤😋☺️

Aether, to his future self: Don't tempt Y/N's wild tendencies or anger ✍🏻

He was impressed tho, he never would have thought that you were a strong person, that much at least. He never ever thought of seeing you jumping up and down between enemy like it was a game for you, swinging a bat you found on the corner after letting go of his sword... How did you even find it? How the hell did you get out of those shackles?? Yet alone beat those buff men twice, maybe thrice your size??

"It's a trick I learnt in my world! You see, these little shits are not that hard to-"

"Oh, I see that our newest Honorary Knights are feisty~" *Kaeya fucking Alberich who entered dramatically clapping his hands as a look of confusion yet teasing in his eye, smirking*

The ungodly shriek you and Paimon let out at the sight of him ☠️😅

"Hmm... Remember what I said back when you two beat the StormsTerror?" he asked as he tidied around for the last time, sending the hoarders and thieves into jail with other knights. Aether looked at him for a few seconds, then his face lightened up visibly at remembering it as he picked his sword up from the ground.

"That whether we are a new ally or a new storm?" Kaeya nodded and for a second, turned to look at your form that was now petting a cyro slime cutely, cooing at it as the slime gurgled and made cute sounds to you. He chuckled under his breath at how cute and oblivious you were, and how different you were than the rest who would usually go for killing it rather than adopting them, and how people gravitated towards you naturally... Even though you had the potential to become so much more...

He wondered what your story with him, and with Teyvat, entailed...

Of what you would become.

"I think you are a new ally... Welcome, to Mondstadt." He said looking directly at your face when you turned to look at him with a shocked yet happy smile, knowing full well that he wouldn't leave you alone and you would indulge with any kind of shenanigans with him... By flirting back! ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

You had to take your revenge on him for making you feel like that😤

For now though... You had to have a good rest, preferably on a bed, so that this annoying headache ever since you got that flower would go away. Besides, as much as sleeping on the wild, cuddled together with the other two was cute and wholesome -except the times you watched over the two with a keen eye, draping your cape over their figures to warm them more- you desperately needed a good sleep like you used to have in your world.

"FINALLY! I'm so tired and I want to eat something! I'm literally craving and this close to cook Paimon-"

"Paimon is not an emergency food!" All of you chuckled at her answer as Kaeya helped you up and promised to treat you with Mondstadt's national foods as a special thank you which made your heart literally skip a beat at the flirty voice... Someone had to stop this man.

How did he always find a way to flirt?? Does he not run out of ideas?? Ahh, he knows the effect he has... Dangerous indeed, you sighed but nodded anyways. A little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

*cue the "Careless Whisper" entering your mind as he helped you and you both looked at each other for a few seconds and Aether butting in and pushing Kaeya out of the way to lead you himself, while the man was left dumbfounded but even more determined*

"So, how about we go and eat together Y/N? What did you say you were craving again?"

You were definetly going to be the Storm that caused havoc and turned Teyvat upside down.

For now though... You had to meet with some new people, after arriving to the city of course.

Oh boi, you weren't ready to meet all those hot people that would come across you lol

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relax-and-read-on · 6 months

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Math San, I Gotta Ask For More Of That Primarch planet Swap AU, The Amount Of Imaginations That Is Going Through My Head Is Insane, But Headcanons are enough of you do not want to update, As I Am also Genuinely Interested In The Headcanons as well.

Hello hello!!! I am *slowly* going back into updating my blog again, so!

Primarch planetswap au: HC edition!

Lorgar (From Terra): actually quite close to his father and Malcador. Has the habit of walking into Malcador rooms and face planting on the old man bed to complain, after a hard day of not strangling the high lords.

Angron: On Inwit, he had the disastrous habit of running toward all the giant carnivorous monster. Due to his empath power, he ended with a monstrosity called "Land-Orca" that he treat like a dog as a pet.

Fulgrim of Nuceria: Sign language was actually the primary one in the slave pits, to communicate away from the guards. The system that Fulgrim and his sons use together is different from any other, and quite secretive. He actually started teaching it to Ferrus.

Alpharius Omegon on Chtonia: They were actually homeless, until emp showed up! They never wanted their full identity as two knows to other, as it could have compromise their secret statut of vigilante, fighting back the local gangs.

Magnus of Medusa: Think rocks are tasty, okay? He never quite got over his habit of eating sand, but now it's mostly crystal. Has an actual chart ranking the tastiest ones, and fucking LOVE how tasty fossil are.

Leman of Delivrance: Has yet to fully understand that has wolf dna, and as such fight a lot of his instinct. Insist on touching everyone he consider family, and check on the regular where everyone is, and if they are ok. Always eat last too.

Konrad on Maccrage: when he was a child and having really bad convulsion, his mother gave him a pet ferret (wich used to be common pets for Romans) as some kind of alert animal. Konrad doesn't deal well with food often, so his beloved lil friend (called Regulus) became the fattest, happiest noodle.

Ferrus of Caliban: He actually has a romantic side! He grew up hearing songs of knights and princess, and then ended up becoming a knight himself! And while incredibly chivalrous, the realm of the arts (outside a forge) stay incredibly foreign to him. He does love nowaday harlequin romance novels.

Horus on Nostramo: In spite of having created a rather criminal society, he made extreme effort to make it a true meritocracy. Any street urchin can become a mob enforcer under him... If they navigate properly the treacherous world of the mafia.

Sanguinius of Fenris: He actually is a supremely picky eater, and does not trust 95% of vegetables. He only ate meat until he was found by the Imperium, he's not a goat, why do they keep waving kale at him?!

Lion on Colchis: Fully, 100% aware that the chaos gods are real, and actively pray to them. He has his "religion of the Emperor" that he actually use as a facade, since it annoy Emp so much, he doesn't look into his "true" belief.

Perturabo on Chemos: has actually developed full AI again, but hide it HARD from Emp and the Mechanicus. He like his robots!! He think that they should have rights! Why can't the Imperium be less stupid about this... Vaguely in love with Rogal and his Cool Armours.

Jaghatai on Baal: Became quite the warlord, locally. Was especially curious of the use of radiation, and definitely made some horrible WMD back in the day. Currently falling in line with the Mechanicus, as every vehicules present on Baal was almost holly in their culture.

Rogal of Nocturne: Created some really, REALLY advanced fortification that can, somehow, follow the landscape change. Is pioneering the use of dragon scales mixed with special metals, creating something that might be stronger than ceramite. Does not understand why Perturabo is always hanging around.

Roboute on Barbarus: decided to fight necromancy with fire... Artillery fire, to be exact. He brought the industrial revolution to Barbarus, and has pretty intense plan for terraforming the planet. Hasn't stopped working in.... Approximately 50 years.

Mortarion of Prospero: Like in many of my hc, Morty is intersex. He's lucky to have landed on Prospero, where androgyny is a sign of beauty. He actually like cultivating that appearance, and if asked what his gender is, he usually just reply "mushroom".

Corvus of Chogoris: if it's me, then you bet Corvus is a transwoman lol. She wear traditional mongolian ceremonial outfit as a power move, because *no one* expect her to be able to move this easily in all those heavy clothes.

Vulkan of Olympia: VERY close to all 3 of his siblings! He was never a fighter there, and instead worked hard to promote a democratie and division of power. He still is in contact with all of them, especially Calliphone. She keep teasing him about his possible crush on a certain Oracle...

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Peter is a teasing man.

Hii loves, I think you’re really gonna like this one

Virgin! Cocky! (afab) Reader x Peter.

18+!!!!

Summary: You and Peter have been friends for a while now. He offers to help you with your the “problem”

Cw time!!: teasing and ALOT OF IT!!safe word mentioned not used, overstimulation, toys!!(vibrators and dildos), pussy eating, a bit of switch! Peter and reader, pet names, unprotected sex! uhm and maybe typos? Lol. Formats off I’m sorry, tumblr ruined it ;0;

You can imagine any Peter you'd like darlings!

Also requests are open, loves!!

“Peter.” You mumbled, staring at your best friend of 2 years now. “What- what are you doing?” His arms caged you between the door. “Isn’t it obvious?” He tilted towards your face, nipping at your ear, “I’m about to fuck the shit outta you.” His voice didn’t waver at all, it was crystal clear, you shuddered. You start to call his name again but a laugh stops you, “And that’s how I’d initiate sex with someone I like” he pulls back gripping your shoulders, his face big with a smirk, yours with an attempted scowl as your cheeks heat.

“That’s not funny!!” You push him away, stomping into the living room, Peter trails behind, before you could plop down on your couch, he pulls you to his chest. “Nooo, don’t be mad at me, you're the one who asked, sweetheart.” He rocks both you and himself side to side in a soothing motion. “Exactly! Asked! Not show! Two different things, Parker.” This earns another chuckle from him, as he bends down to kiss your cheek. “Mm, you’re right firefly, I’m sowwy for teasing you.” You grunt, pulling your way out of his arms and finally sitting on your couch as he stares at you, delighted.

“Stop staring at me you creep.” You cross your arms, you’re still scowling, but now it’s actually believable. “But you’re sooo pretty!” You hated when he got like this, the constant teasing. His teasing fits were always random too, like one time you came back from the gym and he couldn’t stop cracking sex jokes much to your dismay, or the time your skirt ripped and he had to patch it for you he had a field day with that one.

“It’s really your fault for asking though” Peter chatted at your side, his shoulder leaning on you pushing into the couch slightly. “Move over, Parker. You’re squishing me!” You try scooting him away but he just lets all of his body weight drop on you, “Now I’m actually squishing you.” Peter's voice was full of shrillness. “Peter!! Get off!” You whine as his weight sends you flying on your back, his sadistic laugh fills your ears. “Ugh, you’re so annoying!” You grumped as Pete finally got off of you. “Aw you don’t really believe that Firefly” he pouted, he tried his best to give you puppy eyes. You avoid the manipulation by getting up and heading toward the kitchen. “God I wish I never moved in with you!” you move about the kitchen, opening and slamming the fridge to get juice before spinning around and dropping the carton, which Peter catches without flinching, his eyes just searching yours, as he holds your juice hostage in his hands. “ You don’t mean that right?” Peter's head cocked to the side, reminding you of a dog. “Mean what, Peter..” You try playing it cool but it’s a bit hard when Peter is unconsciously backing into a wall. “What you just said..You wish I never moved in?” You felt a ping in your heart, shit. “Aw no Pete, I was just fake mad, I’m glad we live together, I promise.” You push your hand into his chest slightly, his boyish charm is instantly rebooted, a Lil smirk plays on his face, he gives a small “yay” before turning around.

“Peter, my juice?” You said curiously as he pulled a glass from the cabinet. “I know I’m pouring it for you to save you the trouble, clumsy.” Peter chuckled as you huffed. “You’re so meaaan to me!” You snatch the glass away from him as soon as he’s done pouring, sticking out your tongue. “Mm, careful I might tongue kiss you if you do that too much,” Peter stated as he got another cup to pour some for himself. You burn red “I-you-..you can’t just say that stuff, Pete!!” You blurt out, Peter spins around to face you, collectedly sipping from his cup.

”Why not?”

“Y-you- Ugh! You just don’t say that type of stuff to close friends- or girls for that matter it makes people think you’re ....Y’know. Crushing on them!” You whisper that last part into your cup, taking a sip at the end to chase the squirmy feelings. You never had great dating history, you were pretty inexperienced, dating, kissing, sex, all of it. Much to Peter's delight, he lovingly made fun of you for it, because of course Mr.Igetbitches24/7 would find your misfortune funny.

You hear the click of Peter's cup being sat down. Suddenly your chin was being pulled up to face his, “Oh? Really? I didn’t realize that.” He scoffed. His thumb ran over your bottom lip as he studied your face, you stared back at him silently. “Firefly.” Peter's eyes still bore into yours, half-lidded leering at you. “Yes, Peter?” You squeaked out, as Peter grabbed your drink you were desperately gripping behind you, not once taking his eyes off you. He tutted, “I knew you were a virgin, but I didn’t think you were this bad.” You frowned, here we go again. “Pete. Please don’t tease me like that ..“ you bit your lip, looking away before being jerked back towards him.

“Peter-!” “Sh- I wanna help you.” You blink, “Help me?” You said gradually, he nodded. “Mm-hm. First lesson is, did you ever once think I said those things because maybe I was crushing on you? Hm? Beautiful?” Peter pushed your body into the counter until you were flat against it, and his body was practically crushing you. “N-no.. I didn’t” You whispered back, he chuckled cynically, as he leaned down. “How about we go to the bedroom for lesson two, okay?” He pulls back and with a twink in his eye, as you nod slowly, he links arms with you as he rushes to the bedroom with you.

“Pete-Ah!” Before you could finish your sentence you were off to his bedroom, Peter chucked you on the bed, you giggled. “Peteerrr!!” He snickered, “So sorry ma’am!” He plopped down next to you. You stop giggling and start fidgeting, “Sooo, why are we in here now?” You look up at him, his eyes are unreadable to you, you’ve never seen this emotion on him before. “Mm, I really have to phone it in for you huh, firefly?” Peter pushed you softly onto your back. You grimace. “Stop with the crypt stuff, Pete obviously I don’t know!” Peter nodded, “Ok, well. I’ve been thinking recently of helping you out with your dating AND sex problem.” You nod, “Yes and how will you do that Mr. Genius man?” He smiles brightly at the term. “Well, by being your first experience, of course.” It took a bit for you to realize what he meant by “being your first”. “Pete- you’re not serious, it’s- not okay to joke-“

“I’m not joking, firefly. We both know I have a plethora of experience, and we know each other very well, plus I want your first time to be amazing, you deserve that.” You blush, that last part really got to you. “I- what does that have to do with the dating part?” You question. “Well, you’d have at least some experience with sex, which will hopefully carry over into your dating life.” He stated a bit too matter-of-factly. “I see” you shook your head.

“O-Okay, but do you promise this won’t change stuff between us? I-I watch romance movies a lot. The best friends always end up-“

“Sh, you and I both know we aren’t movie characters, firefly, okay?” You nod. “Okay,” he smiles.

Peter sits up, “Wait here one moment, Okay?” You watch as he walks out his door, you hear a bit of rummaging from your room before he comes back with a little black box, your black box!? You grab it instinctively, covering your arms around it. “H-how did you?” Peter laughed. “You’re not very quiet, bug..” you were mortified, all your sex toys were neatly tucked away in here, hidden (so you thought.)

“Hey, it’s not really a big deal I masturbate too.” Peter tried to reassure you but the damage was already done, you hugged your knees in shame. “L-let's just start lesson three!” You squeak out as Pete sits next to you, you unfold yourself putting your box on the dresser. “Before we start I want us to have a safe word, okay?” Peter softly grabbed your hand. “Have anything in mind? Or should I explai-“ you cut him off

“I- I know what a safe word is Uhm..Pineapple!”

Peter smiles, “Pineapple it is!” You smile back, Peter's face softens like butter.

“ I’m gonna start talking dirty now okay? Just relax, you don’t even have to do anything this round, let’s just focus on what you want and what you like, yeah?” You nod again, your voice escaping you. “I need verbal communication, princess.” Peter softly prodded you. “Okay. I u-understand.” You bashfully looked at him. “Good girl. I’m going to kiss you now, okay?” Peter questioned, you managed to let out an “okay” as he crawled to you.

His lips were soft, slightly chapped as they pressed gently on yours, “Mm here tilt this way this time” he instructed you, you definitely getting the hang of it now, your kisses became less sloppy and more passionate. You started exploring his mouth, clashing teeth a bit still, but it was pleasant, it was hot- it made you feel hot, you pulled away panting. Brown eyes stared deeply into yours. “That.. was good.” You breathe out. “Mm. Just good?” Peter replied, “Okay no it was amazing” you quickly grabbed his collar and pulled him into another kiss, his hands languishingly roaming your body. He pulls away this time,

“I’m gonna start - uhm..”

“Peter, it’s okay.. just treat me like any other person you’d sleep with.. you don't have to explain everything.. J-just do it.”

You were surprised you could even talk, you were so flustered, Peter gazed at you. “Are you sure?” He bit his lip, thinking. “I don’t want to-“ “Peter” you lay your hands on his face gently “You won’t. I trust you.” Peter for the first time blushed, and he blushed hard. He stammered, running his hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. “Haha, what’s with the shy guy act, anyways? You were the one to suggest this!” You ruffle his hair. “Like you said, you’re Mr.BigDick!” Peter's breath choked up as he started to laugh, your plan to loosen him up was working. “C‘Mon Parker!” You giggled. “ I’ve heard how the women you bring to bed moan, I wanna be one of them.” You pull his face up so you can look into his eyes to savor his reaction, you pull a pouting but innocent face. While you were inexperienced, it didn't mean you didn’t know how to dirty talk.

“A-are you tryin’ to seduce me right now, hon?” Peter's eyes squint, his grin wide. “Maybe. Maybe not?” You slyly replied back, he nuzzles your nose, chuckling before grasping your top. “May I, princess?” You nod whispering yes as he gently tugged the shirt off your figure, his fingers traced around your breast, you hum.

“God. So so so so pretty.” He’s straddling you now, looming over you as he gets a nice view of your pink bra. “You’re too cute, firefly.” His hands toyed with your strap, snapping it against your skin. “Pete! Ow!” You pout covering the straps, he only laughed “Intrusive thoughts won, sorry princess, I’ll make it up to you promise” he crossed his heart, you smiled as his hands cool dip under you to unhook your bra. you whip your head away, as you rest your hands above your breast, resisting the urge to cover yourself up. His hands slide down your torso to your leggings, you lift yourself a bit to help him shimmy them off along with your underwear.

“You are so..breathtaking.” You shift to see him looking down at you in awe, you bite your lip. “I-really?” He nods, ghosting his hands over your body. “P-Peter?” He hums in response, trained on your body still. “C-can you take your clothes off now too? T-this is embarrassing.” Your lip quivers, he nods slowly, sliding off of you. “So desperate to see my naked body hm?” He strips slowly as his eyes are locked on yours. “I- no-! I-I just-!” He grinned. “God, I tease you 24/7 and you still fall for it every time.”

You frown as he hovers over you again. “You’re so mean to me, Pete!” You fold your arms across your chest, you scowl though it isn’t very scary. “Ohh, baby I can be meaner, so so so much meaner.” His fingers ghosted over your cheeks, “Is meaner even a word?” You stick out your tongue, he sucks on your tongue, you quickly retract it back into your mouth, stunned. “Pe-“ “I told you If you keep doing that I’d kiss you.” His thumb swipes against your lip. “Now open up, sweetheart.” You bite your lip before, closing your eyes as you feel his lips on yours, his moans are enticing.

His hand his way under your arms to caress your tits, “Mm, so soft.” His buttery voice made you hot, he moved down pushing your boobs together before motorboating them, you can’t help but giggle maniacally, he pulled back his boyish charm smirk plastered on his face.” Couldn't help myself” he shrugged before, flicking your nipples once, you give out a little “hey!” Before the stinging sensation is cooled with his warm mouth, a satisfying “oh” leaves your mouth as you close your eyes. His hands traveled down your sides before stopping to rub circles at your hips. “Feel good?” He gives your nipple one last lick before sitting up, as you nod.

“Now let’s see what’s going on down here” he parted your legs as you looked away embarrassed.

“I-is there something wrong-?” You spoke softly, Peter hums a no as you finally get the courage to look back at him, his eyes were glossy and his jaw tightened. “Please stop st-staring then!” His thumb grazed your clit as you spoke, you buck up immediately. “Mm sorry you’re so, enticing had to” he cleared his throat as his thumb stroked you causally, his gaze finally met yours, as you held your tongue to keep your noises at bay. “Collect myself, if I didn’t I might’ve just fucked you right now.” Your jaw hurt from clenching trying to keep your moans at bay, Peter’s words made it even harder for you to keep it together.

“Why are you being quiet, baby?” Peter pouted, his thumb stroking your clit faster as you squealed inside your mouth.

“Come on, I wanna hear that pretty mouth, can I please?” Peter's voice coaxed you to submit. “S-sorry force of ha-habit! Ah-! From ..yknow” you pant slightly. “From what baby? Tell me what you do alone, do you touch yourself hm?” you blush and nodded slowly.

“Oh, good girl” you shiver. His voice was like sugar, your eyes widened as you felt his fingers ease into your hole. “Peter!” You whimper, grabbing his hand. “Oh, she can moan?” He chuckled, you sulk. “Do-don’t tease!” You mutter out before moaning as his digits curled into you.

“Mm, there she is” His eyes were low, drinking you in, as his fingers pumped inside you. “You’re already in shambles, love.” He teased, You whine grinding against him.

“Peter, please..!” You threw your head back in frustration, you were so so close, and he was making sure you wouldn’t reach it. Your eyes roll back as you feel his cool tongue lick your aching clit, “Oh god” you breathe out, Peter gives you a lick.

“Mm no god just Peter.” His fingers speed up as he sucks on your nub, your hands grip his hair. “P-Peter! Shit.. I’m - hnn” you hunch over him as he pushes himself deeper into your pussy, soaking up as much as he can, you fall back, you were content just like this somewhere between dazed and happy. “Tsk firefly, no sleeping yet” Peter sat you up on the headboard as you watched him get up, sneaking a peak at his package as he grabbed your black box.

“Why are you grabbing th-that?” Your back straightened as he carefully laid out your toys in front of you. “Oh? Uhm I’m gonna make you cum a second time.” He waved his hand around like it was a simple question on your homework.

“B-but. Y-you already made m-“

“I know, but I’m gonna do it again to make sure you’ll be nice and wet for me, plus it’ll make it much more enjoyable. Now pick which one you want today.”

You look down at all the toys lined up in front of you. You had your regular bullet vibes, your bigger vibrator, clit sucker, and your two dildos, one vibrated the other did not. You gulp, thinking about your decision definitely no more clit stimulation you’d probably pass out so that meant the two dildos were your best bet.

You put your hand on your chin, this was a big decision, your thoughts were thrown away by his laughter. “Having trouble there, bug?” He hummed, you scowled. “No! Shush it, Parker! I’m trying to decide which one! You’re messing up my process!” You throw your hands up in a fit as he doubled over laughing. “Okay okay I think I’ll go with my dildo” you pick up your non-vibrating one, Peter sat back up staring at your choice.

“Hm but, that one doesn’t vibrate” he frowned, you tilt your head. “Yeah? What’s wrong with that?” You question as he pouts playing with the vibrating dildo you abandoned on the bed.

“Mmm, not as fun.” He bit his lip as he stared at you, curious, you let out an “oh” and he gives an “Mmhn” and a nod, before clapping his hands together.

“I omit your choice, let's use this one!” Peter stacked your other toys up including snatching the one you picked outta your hand, you give a Lil “hey!” and an expression of “wtf” before he gives you a kiss on the lips and you can’t help but smile.

“What’s the point of saying I can choose and you choose for me “ you point out as his lips grace your skin, kissing down your body, he shrugs. “The illusion of choice” you complain as you ruffle his hair, you tug on it when you feel the slick sensation of your dildo probing your hole. You shift as it eases into closing your eyes as Peter kisses your stomach, “Feel ok, baby?” Peter's voice sent a shiver down your spine, your head moved slightly, a whimper passed through your lips.

You look down to see him staring at you with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re.. so cute like that. I wanna- see more of you looking like that.” He confessed as he pumped into faster, “P-Pete. Oh-..” you hum as you feel a familiar build-up.

“I haven’t even turned on the vibration, you’re so sensitive.” He chuckled, as you muttered “shut up” and “be quiet”.

You whine and thrash as he switches on the vibration, your hips move up as he drives your dildo deeper.

“P-Pet-Mmhn!”

“Look at me, baby”

Your eyes flutter as you glance at him. His grin is lazy as you struggle to not close your eyes in bliss. His eyes stay on yours as his mouth creeps towards your slit, you shake your head furiously before he presses your hips down with his free hand as he sucks on your sweet spot. You chant his name over and over again as you let yourself go again, panting.

Peter kissed his way up your body finally reaching your lips to give you a big kiss on the lips.

“You’re pretty sexy for a virgin.” His grin is goofy as you puff your lips out. “S-shhhut up!” Your voice weak from all the yelling you just did. “Mm, you're soundin’ pretty tired, firefly. Are you sure you wanna continue?” It was a question but you knew what answer he wanted, what you were gonna answer. “Ofc’ you ass! I’m up for the challenge, plus you didn’t make me scream like your other girls yet.” Your eyebrows wiggled as Peter's eyes darken. “Oh? But I’m pretty sure you were just chanting my name just a second ago.” Peter licks his lips and you laugh to his dismay. “Mm yeah but I didn’t scream now did I?” Your hands pet his hair, “Fine. I’ll make you scream, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya” You scoff as he sits to ogle you, pumping his cock

“God, I feel like I’m gonna bust right now just from lookin’ at you.” Your eyes widen, blushing at his comment. “T-thanks” you squeak out as you feel his tip probe your hole, you look down to see his cock.

It’s big, like bigger than big, biggest, your dildos were puny compared to his johnson.

“You okay there? Been staring at my dick for like five minutes” Peter snickered, you snap at it before looking at him again.

“I-I’m fine! You’re just.. big.” You gulp and he smiles. “Don’t worry I’ll go slow” though that sentence was supposed to be comforting, coming from him it sounded like a threat.

“I’m ready!” you bit your lip as Peter primed himself again before stopping, “Are you sure, you..want me to, y’know?” His eyes were soft as they bore into yours. You think for a moment before taking his soft face into your hands. “Peter, Peter Parker, you are my best friend. There's no one I would rather have than you. I don’t want it to be some random guy or even.. a boyfriend. It’ll always be.. special, with you.” You

Peter's eyes crinkle with love as he slowly slides into you.

Your eyes close as the unfamiliar pressure fills you up, “Feelin’ ok?” You suck your teeth at his question, “You can move, Pete.” You grip his shoulders as you shakily breathe out, as he gently pulls back and pushes into again. “Oh- Mm. You- feel great- shit” You stare at Peter, his eyes closed, eyebrows knit together in concentration, “That good huh?” You smirk as his eyes pop open, curious, your smile widened before moaning loudly as he pumped into harshly. “I-oh! Pe-Pete Mm- “ you tried to call his name but the pleasure was too much.

“You know how much I’ve wanted this? Wanted you?” His hips snapped to yours as you felt a tingle through your legs. “W-wha-? Ah-!” You spit out between moans. “Fuck- Like when you ripped your ski-skirt. I wanted to rip the rest of it off and take you right there Mmm, god you feel so good” Peter kisses you hard as tears form in your eyes. “God even that time you came from the gym, your top, a-and leggings shi-shit. They were so see-through I could see your cute Lil bra and panties” His cock slammed into you again as your toes curled and your body was burning from his words. “I wanted to eat you out and make you cry in pleasure” His hands hold yours as you look at him with clouded eyes, his mouth finds your neck giving you a hickey as you wrap your legs around his waist. “You know you’re so fucking loud when you jerk off? I love hearing you trying to keep quiet as you cum.” Peter licked the shell of your ear as you closed your eyes tight in embarrassment. “Don’t think I don’t hear you moaning my name too, tell me, am I as good as you imagined, baby?“ you squeeze him in response “Oh? Does she like that? She likes when I talk about how much of a pervert she is? “ You whine as he talks. “Who knew virgins were so so so dirty” he laughed cruelly.

That was the final straw for you, your head tilted back.

“P-peter!!” You scream his name over and over again, his thumb rubs circles into your clit as you twist and turn. “Shh, good girl..cum for me.” You finally cum your shut your eyes tight, as Peter kisses your lips softly. Pull out of you, you lay there catching your breath as you hear small shuffles, you feel a cold sensation on your pussy, you jolt up. “You remember the safe word, right?” Peter spoke tenderly, you mouth the word as Peter smiles, slipping back into you. He slides in and out of you a feel times before switching on the vibe, you buck up. “I-oh- Pe-mmm, I- im still sen-“ you whine and your frenetic movements are stopped by Peter’s free hand splayed across your stomach. “Fuck, you’re clutching me so tightly. I’m-“ his moans and whimpers fill your ears as you’re forced to take all his cock into you over and over again.

“I’m- fuck I’m cumming, are you gonna cum again? Hm, darling?” You groan, lifting up, “ I know you are, I can feel you trying to grip me tighter.” Peter's voice was rough as his words came out like venom. “Want me to come inside you? Hm? Say it. Say it!” He furiously pounded. “I-I .. Hhh- I-!” You whine as he grabs your arms holding them above your head. “Look at me when you say it baby-Mmm, I wanna see that cute face when you say it.” You gasp as you tilt to look at his face, his eyes were low as they stared into yours. “I-I..o-oh Pete- mm- I- want” you bit your lip to keep from screaming again. “Come on, tell me what you want, firefly. Y-fuck! You- you know I’ll grant your wishes-“ his voice hitches as you squeeze him once more. “C-cum ins-side me! Mm, p-pleas-!” You push the words out of your mouth, cumming hard again. “Oh mmm- I love when you say please- fuckfuckfuck!” You scream as Peter’s seed fills you steadily as his last movements

Peter falls beside you, your vibe discarded somewhere on the floor as you both cuddle together, you look at him with peacefulness as he beams down at you.

“So, how was the service” Peter joked, you giggled a bit. “It was 10/10! Very satisfactory, will come again. If you'd let me..” He tilted your chin up kissing you lovingly.

“Of cours’.. if you’d let me?” He cracked a smile as you shake your head intensely. “Yes please!” You state, shameless. He snuggles you closer, “Well, on one condition.” Your eyebrows quirk up, listening closely.

“I get to take you on a date.” He boops your nose making you snicker,

“Deal!”

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xai2 · 8 months

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OBEY ME! Head canons Pt.1

(I'm sorry I'm late...)

Lucifer -

Lucifer is a dog person.

Lucifer wants to be silly every now and then, like his younger brothers.

If you watch his brothers so he can take a break, Lucifer will feel thankful

Lucifer holds big grudges, and depending on the demon, he has a grudge against he will barely even talk to them.

Lucifer likes to bite his nails, resulting in him wearing gloves.

Lucifer will occasionally ask you about your siblings and how you deal with them out of curiosity or to implement it into how he deals with his brothers. (Especially if you are the oldest in your family)

Mammon -

Mammon collects rocks and shiny things.

Mammon is actually really smart in certain subjects.

Mammon will help Lucifer occasionally with taking care of his brothers.

Mammon will try very hard to impress you so you can praise him.

Mammon will have occasional outbursts where he cries in his room from hearing his brothers constantly insult him.

Even though Mammon doesn't like it when you see him cry, he is happy that you are there comforting him when he is feeling sad.

Mammon will make sure you are not sad or upset, and he will try his best to cheer you up.

Leviathan -

Leviathan will talk to his fish Henry2.0 for advice on anything he needs help on.

Leviathan has played the fnaf games.

Leviathan will watch animes you're interested in, even if he has already seen them.

Leviathan sleeps in his tub/bed after dealing with a lot of social encounters.

Leviathan genuinely wants friends, but he is scared or too shy to make any friends himself.

Leviathan occasionally asks Mammon how to socialize or how to make friends.

Leviathan occasionally likes to exercise with Beelzebub, and he likes to play Wii sports with him sometimes.

Satan -

Satan will recomend you books based on your interests

Satan shares some traits and behaviors of a cat.

Despite the fact Satan finds asmodeus a little annoying, he gets along well with him.

Satan relaxes faster if you are the one trying to calm him down.

Satan likes to sit close to you, carefully wrapping his tail around you as you both read.

If you like to write, Satan will read your stories and enjoy them.

Asmodeus -

Asmodeus will do your make-up for you if you have trouble with sight, using your hands, or if he gets permission from you to practice.

Asmodeus can get as scary as Satan.

Asmodeus will give you outfits to try on.

Asmodeus will bring you to his parties or the parties he is invited to.

Asmodeus loves compliments, kisses, hugs, and knowing he has MANY secret admirers.

Asmodeus likes to take Beelzebub out when he wants to do a devilgram picture taking of things.

Beelzebub -

Beelzebub likes to cook with you during mealtimes. (You just have to make sure he doesn't eat any of the ingredients...)

The reason why Beelzebub gets angry fast when he is hungry, is because it hurts when he is hungry.

Beelzebub likes dogs because he has a playful personality and likes to play with dogs.

Beelzebub likes it when you exercise with him.

Beelzebub likes being helpful and helping out his brothers.

Beelzebub likes it when you or Asmodeus take him out to try new foods.

Belphegor -

Belphegor will occasionally pet Luke's head like a dog.

Belphegor will have you join him in on pranks.

Belphegor will need some praise for some of the littlest things, like trying to take fewer naps because he is genuinely trying his best.

Belphegor likes to genuinely spend time with you because you understand him.

Belphegor likes to spend time in the planetarium with Satan sometimes.

Belphegor will occasionally exercise with Beelzebub when he feels motivated or when he is trying to exercise with his twin.

#obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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ilovefanficbooks · 10 months

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Run In The Woods (Robin De Noir X Reader)

Summary: Y/n is Maria best friend and is staying with her with Maria uncle, but the De Noir thinks she is a Merrywether so Robin tries to kidnap her

Pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Robin De Noir and Y/N Y/L/N

Warning: nearly kidnapped, knife threat, swearing, pet names, kissing

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Y/N Pov

Moving with Maria was not on my to do list. Moving and dealing with my friends family was not on my to do list. So why am I even hear?

Well me and Maria have been close friends since we were a baby we basically grew up together. Maria was there when my parents died when I was twelve. And I was there when her parent's died.

But as Maria was the only closest thing I had to her as family she did not want to lose me, so here I am staying in the Moonacre mansion with my best friend.

To be honest I find this place a bit strange like there is something hidden in the walls for me to find. Or something that can pop out and kill the living life of me. Like for example a dog that can turn into a lion. How crazy is that!

"Hey Maria, I'm going to head down to the steam again" I told my friend walking into her room.

"Let me guess, to clear your head?" Maria asked raising a brow. She knows me too well. We are almost like sisters.

"You know me" I said chuckling.

"I'll be back soon. Promise" I told my dear friend while she said bye to me.

Ever since I got here I have a thing with nature. I love the green trees when the sun hits them. The soft grass when you walk with no shoes on to find the glass tinkle your feet. The sounds of birds when they fly about. The smell of fresh new flowers being grown and of course the sound of the steam that shimmers in the light and the feel of the cold water touch my hot hands.

That is what I love about nature. And I feel free when I walk in these woods not feeling any danger or lost.

I got to the steam and I sat down on a rock near the steam, I smile at my reflection and put my feet on the cold water. It feels good.

Even though back at London was boring and all this place is more quiet then London is and I wonder if something is wrong or it is just my brain talking.

I heard a branch snap behind me making me gasp as I turn my head I noticed a few boys maybe about my age in black reach me. I stand up to turn to them as they gather in a small group.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here boys" a boy with curly brunette hair that wears a hat, and brown eyes said with a cocky smirk on his face.

I then recognize him as the boy at Maria's dad's funeral and the bit trying to take Maria when we were in the carriage.

"Can I help you?" I asked sarcastically with eye brows raised while I look at all seven boys.

I zoom out what he was saying while I just stare at this boy. He is hot for sure but he seems bad news and someone that gives me red flag straight away.

"Did you not hear me little dove" I zoom back in at the mention of he's voice.

"I'm sorry you were saying?" I asked sarcastically. I really don't want to put up with these boys.

"I said my fathers wants to see you. Your coming with us" he said as I just stare at him unamune at all. This dude I just meet wants me to meet he's father? Yeah good luck with that.

"Is that supposed to be a threat? Cause it's sure not scary" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"Listen hear Princess" he said pointing a finger at me getting annoyed I can tell by he's face.

"We can do this that hard way or the easy way" he said while he brought out a pocket knife that suppose to scare me.

I swear today is going to be a real long day for me and Maria would come looking for me if I'm gone for too long.

"Wow scary!" I said sarcastically while acting as I'm scared then when back to normal while laughing myself while showing my white teeth.

"Grab her!" he said. This boy seems to be the leader of this group but these boys don't scare me. I have always stand up to myself over boys back in London. And when one boy tried to hurt Maria in he was dead in two seconds cause of me.

"I'm warning you. You're messing with the wrong girl" I pointed out which they all chuckle at me thinking it's funny.

They won't be laughing when I kick there ass to the ground.

"Oh shit" I curst to myself while closing my eyes for a second.

I open my eyes to see the first boy to grab my shoulder. I think fast and twist he's arm back hearing him yell out in pain and then I kick real hard making him fall to the ground.

I was kind of getting carried away that I did not notice I have a pair of eyes on me.

Once I finish kicking these boys asses I dust my hands and turn to where he was standing.

"Wow I'm impress" he said with raise brows. I rolled my eyes and start to walk away. But then he grab my arm and pined me to the tree.

I was shocked on what he did. But what do I feel like I wanted that to happen by him.

"Did you think I would let you go Princess?" he asked looking at me as I look back at him. He is quiet hot for he's age.

"I told you once and I'll say it again you're messing with the wrong girl" I said glaring at him.

But he just gave me a cocky smirk my way. He thinks is funny say that when your be crying in the floor in a minute.

"You got fire. I like fire" he said giving me a smirk. There it!

I then punch this guy straight in the face as he groan at my punch and I then kick him where it hurts the most. He then fell to the floor hands over where I kick him as he's hat feel off he's head.

"You should of listen to me but you didn't" I said.

I then took of in a run going to head back to Moonacre but before that I took that cute guy hat.

And I bet when I tell Maria what happened she would be proud of me. I just hope I don't see him again.

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It's now night I'm just about to go to bed any minute. But right now I can't seem to get that boy out of my head. And I wonder what he would want with me.

I then sigh as I walk inside my room where I was standing where my balcony was. I blow out the candle in the room and got in bed.

But I seem to can't fall asleep. I normally can fall asleep straight away. So why can't I?

I then heard the sound of my balcony door being open. I sat still trying to make a sound.

I heard the sound of someone looking through my things. I sit up to see he's back towards me. I look to see if I can defend myself with anything and I found a book. I grab it and got up quietly I then made my way over to this guy and then I hit him multiple times with the book in my hand.

"Ow! Ow! Ow, okay stop it! Stop it!" he said. It was the bit from earlier. What the hell is he doing here? Here for a round two?

"You" I said glaring at him who just grin.

"Me again" he said. Oh yes got some nerve showing up here.

"Do you really want to die here?" I asked shuffing my book in he's chest.

"Look I only came here because you stool my hat. I'll just take it and leave it Merryweather?" he asked. Wait he thinks I'm a Merryweather?

"Wait what did you called me?" I asked with a confuse look on my face.

"Merryweather. That's your name right?" he asked stepping forward in front of me. He is taller than for sure so I have to look up at him.

"No you dipshit I'm not a Merryweather. I'm a friend of the Merryweathers" I said while he looked at me confuse.

"So why are you here then?" he asked with raise brows.

"Look Maria and I need up together we are like sisters and when my parents did her father took me in and now I'm here" I explained quickly to him as he looked at me then start walking around my room.

"Huh so you really not a Merryweather princess?" he asked. Here we go with those name calling.

"Yes and can you stop calling me that!" I said kind of getting annoyed by him now.

"Calling what?" he asked. Oh he knows exactly what.

"Oh my god. Stop calling me Princess or little dove or what ever name you call me" I said throwing my arms in the air.

"Okay what's your name?" he asked sitting down in my chair.

He can not be serious right now.

"Are you serious? You tried to kidnap me a few hours ago and now you want to know my name after you threatened me with your knife!?" I said that in one breath.

Ge then put a hand on he's chest and fasp dramatically.

"I'm offended by your words" he said. I rolled my eyes yet again.

"It's Y/N" I said after I sigh.

"What?" he asked looking at me.

"My name. It's Y/N" I said with a slight smile.

"Y/N" he reaped with a smile on he's face and not a grin or that cocky smirk.

"I'm Robin," he said as I walk over to my trunk to get he's hat out.

He's name sounds like it has fallen from the sky but I seem to can't help and smile at the mention of he's name.

As I turned around to face Robin with he's hat in my hand. Robin was behind me and up close. I gasp at the space between us. I don't why I have this affection with this boy.

Robin look in my eyes while he were he's lips my eyes can not tear say from those brown chocolate eyes. Robin then put a hand on my cheek while I step closer to him. For some reason I'm listening to my heart and not my head.

I then lean into Robin and plant my lips on he's soft lips. Robin kissed me back but he seems to know more about this then I do. I have never done this before but Robin knows what he is doing.

Soon it felt like hours we're been kissing and we pulled away. I lean into he's chest while we catch our breathe for air.

"That was any kiss I ever had before " Robin said making me laugh. We then pulled away but are eyes never leave each other.

"Now as much as I love to stay but I must leave before my father realized I'm here" Robin said as I walked him to my balcony.

"I will see you again will I Robin" I asked him as he was about to jump down.

"Of course you will. I'll find you in the woods Princess" Robin said.

I laugh at the name he called me.

And before he jump I gave him one last kiss on the lips before I when the sleep. Thinking and dreaming if Robin.

He maybe a cocky boy but he is my midnight prince and I'm he's sunshine princess.

#y/n story #fem y/n #the secret of moonacre #robin de noir #robin de noir x reader #robin de noir x y/n #maria merryweather #Robin De Noir imagine #The secret of moonacre Robin De Noir

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buf309 · 3 months

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Tagged by @piracytheorist.

1. Named after anyone?

No. Because in my culture, naming your kid after any relatives (traditionally this meant EVERYONE up to 3 generations before you) is a big no-no, a taboo. It shows a lack of respect for that person. Nowadays, the rule is much looser, just eliminating the names of the grandparents and the parents' sibling(s) from both sides of the family, then the young parents can give their children any names they think sound good.

2. Last time you cried?

Last September, when my dog passed away.

3. Any kids?

I can't stand loud noises, so... Hell NO.

4. Sports played/playing?

I'm just too lazy to play anything.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah, when I'm annoyed or angry. Sometimes I have to consciously tone it down. You can't snark at your clients, unfortunately.

6. First thing you notice about people?

Their passion/obsession? I can forget a person as soon as they're out of my eyesight. But if you rant to me about the thing you like, I'll remember you for years.

7. Eye color?

Just brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I used to love scary movies as a young teen. After a while, all of them seem the same to me, so I got bored. Now? Happy ending is the top choice.

9. Talents?

Drink 3 cups of black coffee and still being able to sleep like a rock after that.

10. Where were you born?

Vietnam.

11. Hobbies?

Drawing and reading.

12. Pets?

None right now.

13. Height?

167cm (5'5"???). I'll forever be salty about not being able to reach 170cm during my growth spurt.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Computer.

15. Dream job?

Manga author. Yeah, step-by-step, I'm still working toward that goal.

Tagging @whateversawesome, @nire-the-mithridatist and @tare-chan, this is simply for my own curiousity so please only do this when you have free time to spare and feel willing to share.

#personal

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calciumdreams · 9 months

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the skeleton household.

#undertale #sans undertale #papyrus undertale #mad mew mew #annoying dog and the pet rock are there too #ms paint #corbell art

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s4lttted · 2 months

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TETOCU + LOST IN VIVO

||Cover art was made by the amazing ;; @stinky-pizzahiney . As was the idea for the story. Originally meant to be a well! ,, but I changed it to a mix of my favourite game. Lost in vivo. Art by Lovleypink2005. Written by me.||

||This is just me experimenting my writing side of things ,, stories or small scenarios. Mostly for fun however.||

Chapter one ; Lost Companion.

A dull evening „ possibly past dinner time. But definitely last work hours , his corgi walking ahead of him , the lead wrapped around his hand once to have a firm grip on it , to ensure his pet didn't run away. Melvinborg looked around the street as he walked, it being a gloomy and dull evening.

As he walked „ the bright skies were slowly being overtook by miserable and grey clouds „ like a blanket of dust blocked out the light of the meaning brightness left and its chilly breeze of air. Stuck to a lamppost was a poster of a missing young woman. And the second , it on the floor in the grass , was a newspaper chronicling on about shocking , illegal experiments At a local research facility. leaked by someone named 'Doctor B.'

Interesting.

As he looked away , rain began to pour from the sky „ it not too heavy „ not too light. Eventually it becoming a storm , causing Melvinborg to loose his canine companion in a sudden swell of water.

It taking the terrified creature down a storm-drain. After a moment of panic, and persistence to find the dog, he entered the sewers system.

Underground.

The vulgar smells hit him instantly , causing him to grimace and scrunch his face in disgust „ holding one hand to his nose to block the smells.

The scurrying of rodents. Rats and mice. A few seconds passed and Melvinborg began whistling in hopes to hear from the canine.

Chapter Two ;; creepy Stranger.

Walking forwards , then making a sharp right turn around the next corner „ a flashlight he found to hand „ guiding and lighting the way in the disgusting sewer. After a second. then a third whistle he heard a Bark from the dog. Causing him to change direction and make a left. Trailing that way for a while , whistling. hearing barking.

Time passed and he was getting annoyed „ grumbling under his breath.

The pungent smell of the sewer didn't help either.

After a lot of whistling and receiving echoing barks from his dog , it was soon unheard. Making another turn and stumbling into a room. Stumbling across the residence of a homeless man 'a room? In the sewers? What the.' the half cyborg thought to himself, shaking it off with clear unease as he looked over. The room had a couch „ a red „ torn and old couch. An old TV with a large crack and break in the middle „ clearly it had no glass. Able to see inside of the TV.

It wasn’t a pleasant sight.

A man to his right „ rocking back and forth with a smile of craze „ probably from isolation , was sat on the couch. A red hoodie that had its hood up, staring directly at the broken TV. Completely focused. Melvinborg turned slowly to look at the item too , letting out an 'ugh..' of disgust , leaning closer and shining the flashlight on it. He was greeted with the sight of Bugs. And a lot. Eating rotten food from inside the TV. The crazed male seemed obsessed.

Completely. Engrossed in the disturbing sight of the bugs slowly eating the rotting flesh? Meat? It didn't matter. It was gross whatever it was. And definitely rancid.

He looked petrified. Crazy. Insane? Not normal.

Seeing a note „ set on the television set „ the mysterious yet crazed man wasn't paying attention to Melvinborg. And so he picked it up.

His eyes scanning over it , making sure to not miss anything.

The note read ;;

"There's not nuch on the TV nowadays, So I thought I'd make my own show, I started putting food and rancid meat in the useless old box and all sorts of little critters would come and play.

It was really relaxing to just sit on the sofa and watch them eat. But the small critters started attracting larger ones to the show.

Some horrid, putrid thing kept coming by to watch. So I would just pretend to be asleep till it passed. But I think it knows I'm awake.

I think it's watching me, not the show on the TV."

"..creepy.." he muttered under his breath.

He put it down instantly and looked around to ensure nobody was around. Luckily nobody was.

Walking into the conjoined room beside it was a sleeping bag in the middle of the room. The hygiene was so , very terrible. The smell was worse. Bags of trash in the corner „ and other things and items scattered around. His eye catching a rusty , yet item still of use. A sledgehammer. Picking it up and keeping ahold of it. Going to leave but dragged in by another note on the sleeping bag. Leaning down and picking it up , as he read it „ melvinborgs face was one of complete shock and horror.

"My eyes are useless.

All they do now is sting and show me stuff that can't be real,

If that rancid thing wants them, then I say let it have them."

#horror #captain underpants #fictional characters #imagination #story #melvinborg

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witchthewriter · 3 months

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𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖕 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @blodgmonster.

I apologise so damn hard for the wait. I haven't been feeling well and only now am I up to it. I am so so so sorry xx

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! He is the ultimate perfect boyfriend/partner/husband/friend/best friend/aquaintance. I also ship you two because you would be such a great match. Golden retriever boyfriend but his bark is as bad as his bite. He will protect you to no end. Peeta is just so ... smitten, he's so excited to be around you. He just wants to know you, see you, make you happy!!!

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Is THE MOST gentlest man ever. Whenever he wakes you up, it's so soothing that you instantly fall back to sleep every time. You've told him to yell at you or something to actually get you up and out of bed

Speaking of bed, Peeta likes to take the side where the easiest entries/exists is, so that he can protect you if anything were to happen

Loves back tickles and whenever you stop, he'll move your hand back to his skin

Does cry here and there, especially at night when he has nightmares. He hates waking you up or talking about it - he doesn't want to weigh you down with his baggage

Is definitely the type of partner to find cool things and bring them back to you. Like: "look at this weirdly shaped rock I found!"

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Exhausted (Peeta) x 100% the reason (You)

Calm bf x Hyper gf

Found Family

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Always On His Mind

(whatever decisions he makes, you're considered. you're a person that he cannot live without.)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your passion and creativity. Peeta's noticed the glint in your eye when you get an idea, or when your passionate about something. I.e., he knows when you're about to rip someones head off or you're about to say the most brilliant thing he's ever heard. It's so endearing!

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

I think you would actually be the best of friends with Cinna, or Finnick. They both have this cool exterior, but on the inside there's always something churning. They're smart, no, intelligent - almost wise. But ready to put their lives on the line in this world. It's their passion, the same you have.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Johanna and Prim, like 50% each. Soft and hard. Dominant and submissive. Red and white. You can be bold, loud and brash. But you have such a sweetness about you. You want the best for people. You want the world to be better.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

With the districts now free, and no one controlling the citizens of Panem with a gun to the head, many things that weren't there before are now starting to reappear.

Dogs for pets were nearly unheard of. Well, not just dogs, but most animals. Now, with more free time, you and Peeta found a lil pup out in the forest.

A sweet girl who was hungry, and small for her size. But she was a fighter, and obviously you took her home.

She became Peeta's best friend, following him everywhere, tail wagging. It was honestly just two golden retrievers doing silly things together. But you loved watching them.

She protects you like nothing you've ever seen. Even when known people come to visit, she's right in front of you, making sure you're safe.

𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒅𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝑷𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒆! He is so empathetic, so sympathetic, he just understands others... unless they annoy him. But I think Ed is one of the most open-minded, fair, humble and soft-hearted of the men in Narnia. Caspian is too hot-headed and you would clash, Peter is too headstrong, Tumnus - well I have a feeling it wouldn't work out.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Ed will get you absolutely anything you want. But it got so bad that Peter and the other siblings/rulers had to put aside a fund and that certain amount could only be used on you (he's LAVISHING on you)

Will stare at you from across the room/hall/chamber. He always needs to locate you in a crowd and make sure you're okay. Even when he's in the middle of a conversation, he'll keep talking but scan through the crowd

Always wants to hold your hand, no matter where you are. He doesn't care if it makes him look soft, even in front of those he needs to intimidate. He just wants to hold your fricken hand :'(

Prefers to spend his time alone with you somewhere secluded. Like in a field or a quiet part of the woods.

Blushes extremely easily. Like... he blushes every goddamn day. Even f you're just looking at him,, he blushes, bump next to him,, blush. (Susan thought he was sick for a while)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wait A Minute by WILLOW

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Ed)

Oblivious (You) x Constantly admiring them (Ed)

"Hey can I have a…" (You) x "Yes. Whatever it is. Yes." (Ed)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” (You) x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.” (Ed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊��𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

How you stand up for what you believe in, no matter how hard your voice shakes. You never let anyone bully another. And you start to get a reputation of justice-bringer. It actually goes really well with Ed's title, "The Just."

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Lucy! Without a doubt. She would love you. And be really jealous that Edmund keeps taking you away from her. She really doesn't like sharing, especially when you get just as excited as she does about things.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Peter, Lucy, Caspian and Tumnus. Sometimes you might feel influenced to do something against your morals, but you always rectify it (Tumnus). No ones perfect. But you try your best to be the best version of you that you can be (Peter). Also you're very imaginative (Lucy), and have a fiery attitude (Caspian).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

A goddamn talking unicorn.

Believed that only the worthy can be near them, much less touch and ride them.

Even Aslan was shocked to find a unicorn so comfortable around you. There's barely any as it is. But somehow you've become a beacon to the four-legged beauties.

𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐍

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

(god i just had to use that gif wtf it's so ... erotic...sexy...okay sorry ill get back in my cage).

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘! What really struck me is your passionate nature, but moreso, your ability to be yourself no matter the situation. I can just imagine the chaos you two get up to. It would be wonderful. I mean wonderful for you and Jack, but torturous for those around you - especially Gibbs.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Absentmindedly plays with your hair, your hands (in public), strokes your face, nibbles on your ear, squeezes your waist (only when you're alone)

You're never afraid of being captured or arrested because you know that you're Jack will always come for you. No matter how far, no matter if it's in a different dimension, he will come for you.

Let's you wear his hat, without worry that you'll lose it. He trusts you completely (it's borderline ridiculous)

And you're the only one to give him a nickname, (or not call him captain - but you do in front of other people and it boosts his ego so goddamn much).

You always sleep in the captain's quarters; and always get the most comfortable spot. However, you do want Jack to sleep next to you so it's a tight squeeze but you don't care (neither does he... but he will complain about it just to make you annoyed)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Smooth Operator by Sade

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Love language is physical touch (Jack) x Is touch starved (You)

Commits crimes (Jack) x Accessory to crimes (You)

Wants to go on adventures together (You) x Turns any adventure into a police chase (Jack)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Spent so much time together that it was obvious the two of you were romantic partners. Even if neither of you said anything about it.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your honesty with him. The way you tug his shirt when he's gone too far, or said the wrong thing to someone. When he makes you mad or annoyed. He loves riling you up.

But he really admires your bravery. Your courage even when you're fearful or insecure. You push through it. Especially if it's his life on the line. He's forever grateful that you're his partner (in life and in crime).

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

ELIZABETH SWANN! She fucking adores you. Was there a moment when she had a crush on Jack? Yes. But she also had a crush on you...and secretly wished you three could be together, or four - ya know, she still loved Will.

But you have a friend for life. A Pirate King no less.

She's desperate to hear about your stories, she wants to know everything about you. You said you'd tell her, but only if she told you about herself as well.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Jack, Elizabeth and Anamaria; chaotic, thoughtful, caring, determined, fun-loving, hot-headed. Multidimensional you are. I feel as though you have a large imagination as well, so maybe Carina but not her logical side lol

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

This world is fantasy as well, so I NEED to give you a pet that isn't normal.

Your pet is a shapeshifting animal - but he can only become three things. A horse, a mouse and a crow. And yes he can understand you.

Jack did not like him at first. But the shifter grew on him (only because he could help you both get out of trouble.)

#ship #pair ups #match ups #personal aesthetic #potc #narnia #narnia pair ups #thg #thg match ups

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