#peter pan tickle fic

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Taken

A quick glimpse from Gore Silver's pov during the events of @idiotwithanipad 's fic Stolen so far.

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Hey Ames, wanna know a cool fact? Hehehe.

Water has memory. Did you know that? People dismiss water as one of the 'weaker' elements but they're idiots. Water is badass! Hehe. It's fluid, it heals, it poisons, it hardens to ice or sneaks away to steam, it gives life, captures the energies of storms and the sun and moon...And even time.

I wish I could prove it to you, Ames, hehe, it would be something cool to show you, especially as it's so fricken' BORING here!

Shhh, don't say that out loud, hehe. Don't want Mr. Fluff to hear. He might get angry and shove us apart again, put us in seperate 'time outs' like we're bloody four year olds. Hehe, what is going on with him, huh?!

Seriously, I've never been able to figure him out. Last time my eyes worked properly, before my headaches started and Mummy brought me home, he was the first one I saw. And the last, hehe. He was crouched behind a tree, watching me summon the quarters to finish my circle. He saw me drink the funny tea I made and perform my dance, my offering to Lady Artemis, hehe. That's what's so great about the gods, Ames, they don't care if your offerings are lame or uncoordinated, so long as you put in the effort.

But when my nose began to leak and my head felt like it was gonna explode, he'd been there. All fluffy and ancient, a wild man beast. I thought he was Pan! Hehe, not Peter. A god of Arcadia. Basically the Lord of party times! No, wait, that's Dionysus, but they're a little similar.

When I fell down to the floor and he came to me, when he lifted me up onto his shoulder, I thought the gods had chosen me, Ames! Hehe. He carried me through the woods and laid me before Mummy - all beautiful smoke and magic and flames. I thought she was Hekate, goddess of witches. Or Hestia, goddess of home and hearth. Or Demeter, mother earth goddess. But she ended up being a mix of the three and more. So much more. Everything I ever wanted.

Mummy. I miss Mummy, Ames, hehe.

I miss cuddles and tickles and having her fix my hair and give me a new dress for the weekend. I miss feeling ever so warm when she puts her arms around me super tight. I haven't wanted to say it because I know you miss your daddy and I've been trying to be strong, Ames, hehe.

Don't feel very strong right now. Can't move my arm. Can barely speak, hehe. So thirsty. Need to drink the moonlight. Can see it there, flickering in the distance...If I could just crawl to it, reach it, let my skin take a nice long sip, I'd be okay...

But Mr. Fluff keeps dragging me back. Stay, he writes. Happy cub be good. Be example to sister.

Sister? Hehehe, what does he mean? We left my sister at the great wall. She's back in the other world now with her Mummy and her Amy and...her Mr. Fluff. Sweet Robin.

Did I tell you about Sweet Robin, Ames? Oh you'd have liked him. I did, hehehe. That world was ever so strange and confusing. Everything felt similar but nothing made much sense. And it was so dark, nearly as dark as this place he's taken us too. No Mummy, no you, no dragons...it would have sucked balls, if not for Sweet Robin. He'd taken my hands, he stayed with me, played with me, danced with me, cuddled me when I got super afraid that Mummy was gone forever. I wonder if he misses me...as much as I miss him.

Probably not, hehe, he has his own Silver back now. And I have...

Oh Ames, were you sick again? Here, let me help clean your face, hehe.

No, Mr. Fluff, I don't care if you put me in time out! Amy needs me! Ow, don't be so rough, hehe. Sorry, Ames, he wants to clean you himself. Told me to face the corner.

Tell you what, Ames, I'm gonna be having a few words with Mummy about Mr. Fluff's behavior once she finds us.

Dunno if much will happen of it though. It's like he has some kind of strange hold over her. Mummy HATES menfolk. Most of them. She quite likes your daddy but who wouldn't? Your daddy's just the sweetest! Hehe, you can tell him I said that. But Mummy was weary of him at first, and I've seen her be very harsh to men who intrude upon our queendom. Hehe, poor man with no trousers...That wasn't even the worst of it. Mummy has no patience for bad men.

Except for Mr. Fluff.

Oh, I know he's not bad, Ames. He's just...You dunno how hard I've tried to get him to like me all these years. Mummy kept saying that he's our friend. Ally. Protector. And sure, yeah, he can protect all right...scarily so, hehe....but that's about it. Before you came along, Ames, and whenever Mummy was working, he was all I had. And he hated me. Growled at me, snapped his teeth, shoved me away when all I wanted was to play. Or cuddle. Or just...have someone to talk to.

Mistress' Cub too loud. Mistress Cub too close. Mistress Cub go away - but not too far, where me can see.

I tried not to let it get to me. Every time I tried telling Mummy what he was like, she dismissed it. Told me it was 'just his way' and 'deep down he cared'. Mr. Fluff was just hurt and sad and....very very grumpy. Sometimes I'd even wonder if Mummy was in love with him, hehe. That maybe she was hoping he'd someday turn into a handsome prince.

Don't need him to be handsome, Ames. Just kind.

I almost wish I'd never met Sweet Robin. Because now I know what Mr. Fluff could be like. He could be one of the most loveliest friends I could ever have...the big brother I wish my own had been instead of an asshole...but instead he chooses to be....this.

I'd hoped things were getting better. After I first met you, we had a big fight, I told him I hated him, hehe. Just to see if I got a reaction. And I did! He was...better after that. A little. Told me his name. Sorry, haha, it's a secret. Promised I wouldn't tell. He even started to let me doze against him when my energy would start to weaken. Such a good pillow, I'll give him that, hehe.

He hates being touched. But there's a certain spot on his head where, if you rub it just right, he turns into a kitty cat! Hehehe. I should have tried that before my arms stopped working.

Oh and then he took a massive fireball for us when Mummy went mad! I thought that was proof that he really did care about me...Love me, maybe.

But now he's done this. Taken me from Mummy. From Lady Artemis.

Taken you. Made you cry.

No one makes my Fizzy cry. No one.

I'm sorry, Ames, I'm so sorry, hehehe, I was so sure it was all just a game. Maybe it is, maybe we've got it wrong! Mummy always said we could trust him and Mummy would never lie.

Except...even Mummy has got things wrong. Like what happened with Sister Silver. She thought Sister wanted to join our home but she clearly didn't - not when she had her own family who were so desperate to get her back. Mummy could make mistakes...

Maybe she made a mistake trusting Mr. Fluff as well.

Anyway! I got off track! What a scatter brain am I, huh?!

So water, yeah, it carries memories. Traces from right back through the aeons, back to the first vapors of steam on the Earth. All that information contained in these teeny tiny droplets - like a mini disk! Hehe. Did you have those, Ames?

Us ghosts, I think we're made up of some of that water. Like steam, Livings can't feel it. Nearly as see through as my mist. But lingers there. We're memories, Ames, memories of life. And even when we go up to the stars, something of us remains here. Like Mother Earth keeping a memento of us, a picture of her kids once they've gone off to college, haha.

There is memory here, Ames. I can feel it, the sicker I get, the more tired I get. It's whispering to me. A song of ancient times. Olde English. I shouldn't be able to understand it...but I can.

"Come with me, dilly dilly,

Take my hand, tilly tilly,

We shall fly where the sun meets the-"

Oh no! Mr. Fluff is growling! My singing must have upset him somehow. Shut up, Silver. Don't want Time Out extended, hehehe.

Can you hear her, Ames? The little girl singing? Such a pretty voice.

If Mr. Fluff let me dance, I'd try to spin and summon up the droplets until they formed the memory so you could see. Hear. But even if he did, I don't know if I have the strength.

Tears leak from my eyes, leaving traces of my own pain here, hehe. Don't worry. Still smiling. Still happy cub. He never seems to notice when I cry, even after all these years. Doesn't care enough to look deeper.

All anyone sees is the Smile. Never the tears.

Except for Mummy.

Mummy. Mummy, I miss you so much. I'm trying to be brave, like before, but I'm afraid to fall asleep without getting a single cuddle. Afraid to leave Ames alone in the dark.

Afraid of what will happen if I don't get to sleep in the Goddess' good light. What if I never wake up?

What if Amy is left alone forever?

There's more tears in here. Not just mine. Not just Amy's. Tears shed by the singing girl. Tears shed by...Mr. Fluff?

What happened here? Hehe....

Anyway, just wanted to share that with you, Ames, even though we're not allowed to talk to each other right now, or write, or click...

I'm sure Mummy and your daddy will find us soon. It will all be over. We'll be tucked up in their arms, safe and sound...

Come with me, dilly dilly.

Humming, unable to get the tune out of my head, I feel my head start to bob down.

Sleepy time is coming, Ames. I'm so sorry.

[simplee-dreaming]

The Wendybird is ticklish?

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long but hopefully it was worth the wait!

Word count: 998

Summary: Wendy is nervous when she first arrives in Neverland but Peter is determined to cheer her up.

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“Wendy? Wendy?” Peter called out. Wendy had been absent from the group for a while and Peter was growing concerned,

“Surely she can’t have gone far, It’s not like Wendy to wander off especially in a strange place,” John said.

“Wendy!” Cubby’s voice echoed from the hole in the wall that he had squeezed his face into.

Peter decided to take one last look around the hideout. He gently flew between the rooms, careful checking every section. It may only be a small hideout but it has a lot of hiding places.

“Peter?” A small voice came from the corner of the room Peter had just entered.

“Wendy?”

“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to run off. I just got…well, you know,” she trailed off.

“Know what?”

“I just got a bit shy. I’m not very good with new people, especially so many of them. And in a new place it was all just a bit overwhelming. One moment I was at home with John and Michael then flying through the sky and now here on a strange island and Tinkerbell not liking me and….”

“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down there,” Peter interrupted. “Tink gets jealous, most girls are like that around me,” he shrugged.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Of course! Besides, the lost boys love meeting new people…though they’re not exactly used to having a girl around…”

“I don’t know if I could cope with that. I don’t even know if they like me,” Wendy blushed.

“Well sure they do! Just takes a bit of getting used to.”

Wendy bowed her head.

“Hey now, where’s that smile you had when we were flying over London?”

“I believe that was more nerves than anything.”

“That was still a smile. Where’s it gone?” Peter stepped closer. Wendy furrowed her brows.

“Come on, where is it?” Peter had a teasing tone to his voice. Wendy gently shook her head.

“I’ll get it out of you,” he warned. She still said nothing.

“Fine, let’s do this the hard way.” He moved closer to her, forcing her to take a step backwards and collide with the wall.

“Peter…what are you doing?”

“This,” he grinned and quickly started squeezing her sides. She yelped instantly.

“Peheheter stop!” She giggled, doubling over as he continued attacking her sides.

“A-ha! Gotcha smiling!” He teased. His fingers danced round to her belly and she collapsed onto him in a fit of giggles.

“Nohoho plehehease!” She pleaded. He laughed along with her and continued to tickle her midriff until she fell to the floor. He backed away but continued laughing.

“That was mean!” Wendy huffed, standing up.

“Said I was going to get it out of you,” he shrugged. She reached out and gave his side a few quick squeezes and he flew backwards.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. Wendy laughed.

“Watch it, miss Wendy. I’ll get you again, you mark my words.”

She giggled and followed him to the main part of the hideout, where everyone was relieved to see her,

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A few hours had passed and Wendy felt a lot more comfortable in Neverland. She read a story to the lost boys and they taught her some of their games.

They had all come out of the hideout to help Wendy, John and Michael to fly better. Tink had given pixie dust to John, Michael and the lost boys but was refusing to give any to Wendy.

“Oh, I knew she didn’t like me,” Wendy huffed.

“Come on Tink, just a little. Wendy isn’t going to bother you. Besides, no one can fly as well as you can anyway,” Peter said. Tink looked over her shoulder and thought for a moment. With a little stomp, she gave the tiniest bit of pixie dust to Wendy before giving a smug look to Peter. He thanked her and watched as Wendy slowly started to float.

“Up, up and away!” John yelled, soaring into the air. Michael giggled as he floated up after his brother.

“Alright boys, who can do the best flip?” Peter showed off, spinning in circles. All the lost boys attempted one by one but ended up crashing into one another, making Peter howl with laughter.

“Alright, alright…Wendy, how about you?” Peter wheezed.

“Me? Oh I couldn’t I-whoa!” She was cut off by Peter grabbing her arms and spinning her around gently.

“Come on, I bet you can do a fantastic one!”

“No, no, I seriously can’t…I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy! Like this,” Peter demonstrated another perfect flip. Wendy shook her head.

“I’ll help you,” Peter floated next to Wendy and took hold of her waist. She shrieked as his fingers made contact with her sides.

“What was that?” Slightly asked.

“O-ho yeah!” Peter chuckled. He squeezed Wendy’s sides again and she screamed, flying backwards.

“Peter!” She scolded.

“The Wendybird is ticklish?” Cubby asked, followed by a sudden shriek as Slightly tickled his tummy.

“She sure is,” Peter laughed. He flew over to Wendy and started tickling her ribs. She instantly burst into laughter and swatted him away.

“Ow! Hey!” Wendy accidentally slapped Peter a little too hard and he retracted. She seized the opportunity and shoved her hands in his armpits, eliciting bright laughter from Peter.

“Ah, Peter Pan is ticklish too!” She exclaimed, a little too excitedly. He kicked and squirmed in the air as she wiggled her fingers in his armpits. He managed to reach out with one hand and tickle her tummy, the two of them then ending up in a tickle fight mid-air. The lost boys, Michael and John started play-fighting with each other too until they all floated back down to the ground, completely out of energy.

“So, are you more comfortable now?” Peter asked.

“Indeed. This place truly is beautiful…and I guess the company is alright too,” she sighed. Peter squeezed her side once more and she giggled.

They decided it was best to go back to the hideout to recharge before Hook would come looking for them.

[mads-weasley]

Coming Home: Part Two

Andrew!Peter Parker x Wife!Reader

Coming Home Masterlist

Main Masterlist

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME SPOILER ALERT

A/N: Wow. I've gotten so much positive feedback on the first part of this fic, so I just had to do a part two!! I think I may write little moments from the lives of the Parkers under this title in the future! Thank you for reading!! I don't own anything but (y/n).

Summary: Now that Peter was finally home from the "multiversal mess" that caused him to go missing and worry his poor wife to death, he tries to find a way to make it up to her.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, tooth rotting fluff

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

Peter awoke to the gentle snoring of his wife, who was now sprawled out on his chest, hair sticking every which way. With a smile, he glanced to the clock on their nightstand. It was already 8:30, and (y/n) had to be at work in an hour. Taking one last look at (y/n) sleeping, he sighed and softly rubbed her shoulder.

"(Y/n), babe, you've gotta get to work. It's 8:30." He cooed.

She shifted, cuddling further into his chest while sleepily slurring. "No, Pete. I'm not getting up. You're my new pillow."

A chuckle escaped his lips, "Come on, (y/n/n)."

"No. I'm calling in sick," she started, peering up at him. "And we have a lot to talk about, mister."

Peter's heart fell slightly, already picturing (y/n) describing how she felt when he was missing. "Okay. I can call May and ask if she can watch Ben. How does a day to ourselves sound?"

Sitting up quickly, a huge smile painted her face. Of course, she loved Ben, but she couldn't remember the last time her and Peter had a date night, much less a whole day to themselves.

"That sounds amazing."

"Yeah?" he asked.

She kissed his bare collarbone, sitting up and pulling the covers off of them. "Yeah. I'm gonna go get Ben ready.

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May came and picked Ben up with a smile at 9, leaving the rest of the day for the young couple to spend together. (Y/n) made doubly sure that she packed everything that Ben would need into his diaper bag. As all new moms are, she was somewhat nervous and explained every little thing that she did with Ben to May, who was used to the speech by now. The older woman understood that (y/n) only did so because she loved the little boy so much. Peter came to his aunt's rescue as he placed his hand on (y/n)'s lower back and spoke with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks again, May. We really appreciate it."

"Anytime. You two have fun, okay?" She replied.

With a nod and a smile, (y/n) crouched next to Ben's carrier, and Peter followed, tickling him softly.

"Mommy loves you."

"Be good for aunt May, Benny." Peter whispered in his goofy baby-talk voice that drove his wife crazy...in a good way.

As soon as Peter closed the door behind May, he spun around, picking (y/n) up over his shoulder, causing her to squeal with delight.

"Peter!" She exclaimed as he playfully laid her down on the bed, hovering inches above her, one arm on each side of her face with his signature grin.

"You, my amazing wife, are going to have breakfast in bed, served by your husband who feels terrible that he worried you yesterday."

"Okay then, Mr. Parker. I'll have some pan-"

"-cakes, bacon, and eggs. Coming right up, Mrs. Parker." He interrupted, kissing her lovingly on the nose.

As he was walking away, she yelled, "This doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you!"

(Y/n) sighed in content as Peter disappeared into the kitchen. Looking up at the ceiling, she wondered what she ever did to deserve her wonderful husband and love of her life. Thinking back on the years they'd spent together, she couldn't help but flash back to the day they had met.

10 Years Ago

As (y/n) was about to walk into the first class of her junior year of high school, she couldn't help but feel nervous. She had just moved from a pretty small town, so a ginormous city like New York was a huge change, not including the fact that she knew no one at school. Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage and walked into the science lab with her head held high.

This confident façade quickly fell when all eyes landed on her. Some people were giving her confused looks, while others were silently picking her appearance apart, as high school girls often do. Her eyes raked across the room for an empty seat, finding that there were only two. One was beside a tall, lanky boy, and the other was next to a girl with freckles and glasses in the front. Going with the second option, she approached the girl with a bated breath.

"Hi. Is anyone sitting here?" (Y/n) asked kindly.

The look on the girl's face could be described as nothing short of disgust when she looked up at her. "Yeah. Someone is."

(Y/n) looked around for anyone else coming into class. She was the very last one. "Who?" She asked, daring to question the girl.

"Someone." She said bitterly, throwing her bookbag on the lab table, right in front of the open chair.

With a nod, (y/n) retreated to the back of the class, opting to sit next to the boy. Passing his side of their lab table, she stepped on something that started to roll, and before she knew it, her foot was leaving the ground as she yelped. Waiting for the ground to welcome her, she clenched her eyes shut. What she didn't expect, though, was for the boy to catch her. Much less by her hips in a dip that she'd only seen on tv.

Time seemed to slow as she looked wide-eyed into his own big brown irises. Studying his face, she noticed how handsome he was. A lopsided smile grew on his face at her reaction. His mouth was moving, but she didn't hear anything. After a few seconds, time sped up again, and she was brought up from his dip, back to a standing position.

"Hey, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He asked, quickly picking up his skateboard and putting it in his bookbag.

Still somewhat out of breath, she huffed, "Yeah. Thanks for catching me..." she prompted for his name.

"Peter. Peter Parker." he answered, never breaking eye contact.

"Peter Parker." She finished, liking the way his name rolled off her lips. "I'm (y/n) (y/l/n). I just moved here."

"Makes sense. I would've remembered you."

(Y/n) felt her face grow hot as she took her seat next to the boy. Grinning, she turned her attention to the teacher at the front of the class, but couldn't stop thinking of the adorable smile right next to her. Needless to say, she didn't learn anything from the lesson, other than the fact that Peter Parker liked to doodle scientific formulas on the side of his notebook paper.

Present Day

After about 20 minutes of laying in bed reminiscing, (y/n) got up and silently padded down the hall, towards the kitchen. Halfway there, she heard something that always made her heart flutter; Peter's singing. He didn't do it much, and it was always off key, but it was adorable. The tune was a favorite of Peter's when they were in high school. She stopped at the end of the hall, leaning on the wall around the corner, out of his sight.

"You're my backbone," he sang, "You're my cornerstone. You're my crutch when my legs stop moving. You're my headstart, You're my rugged heart. You're the pulse that I've always needed."

Pushing off the wall, she turned the corner to see him wearing her Spiderman apron, cooking eggs in a pan, pancake powder streaking his face. Even with his super-hearing, he didn't hear her approaching. Well, maybe he just didn't act like her heard the almost silent patter of her feet on their hardwood floors. Coming up right behind him, she wrapped her arms around his torso, joining him in singing.

"Like a drum, my heart never stops beating for you."

He put the spatula down and turning to face her, gently cupping her cheeks with a grin. As the song came to a close, he continued to sing with her softly.

"And long after you're gone, gone, gone. I'll love you long after you're gone, gone, gone."

He leaned down and wrapped her in his arms. To (y/n) it felt like a warm blanket of safety and adoration was wrapped around her. She buried her face into his neck as the words of the song processed in her mind. 'I'll love you long after you're gone, gone, gone,' the song had said. Just the night before, she had thought that he was gone. She thought he was dead in some alley somewhere, unable to see her and their son one last time. With this thought circling her mind, she began to cry softly into his neck. Immediately, he knew something was wrong, and he was pretty sure he knew what it was.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." he assured, rubbing her (y/h/c) hair.

"It is now, but, Peter...I thought you were dead, waiting to be found in some alley somewhere. I was here, just waiting to get the call that my husband was dead." She angrily stammered between sobs.

Peter's heart shattered every time she cried, but this time was different: he was the reason she was crying.

"I'm so sorry," mumbled, "I'm okay. I'm in one piece. And I came back as soon as I got the chance, sweetheart."

She pulled back, peering up at him with pleading red-rimmed, tear filled (y/e/c) eyes. "What happened? Where were you, Pete?"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a boyish grin. "It's a long story. Let's get you breakfast and then we can talk about it."

Nodding, she gave him one last squeeze before sitting at their breakfast bar behind them. A few minutes later, breakfast was done, and Peter made her a big plate of her favorites. He could still see the remnants of tears on her face as he slid it in front of her.

"Aquí tienes, cebolla," he announces.

A smile grew on her previously distraught face, "That's a new one."

"What?"

Laughing, she asked, "What did you make in our Spanish class, again?"

"I made a D."

"Yeah, that's what I thought, bug-boy. I ca-."

"Hey! You know you love me!" He interrupted.

"Yes, I do, but you just called me an onion, babe."

They both fell into a fit of laughter as he animatedly yelled, "Oops."

Once the laughter died down, Peter knew he owed her an explanation. "So," he began. "About yesterday..."

"Yes..."

He stood up excitedly and began pacing in front of her in the kitchen. "You're not gonna believe it, (y/n/n). I was just out patrolling when all of a sudden, I looked around and I wasn't in New York anymore. Well, not our New York, at least."

Her face was painted with confusion as she spoke with a mouth full of breakfast. "Our New York?"

"Yeah," he responded breathily, "You know how we argued about the multiverse and all that stuff?" She nodded. "Well, I was right! I was somehow in another universe and happened to meet that world's (y/n) (y/l/n), and babe, she looked exactly like you did in high school. She was even dating that world's Spiderman, who also happened to be Peter Parker."

"Wow." She loved watching Peter talk about something he was passionate about, and there wasn't much that topped science in that category. Her anger was slowly dissipating as he continued to explain.

"Do you remember Doc Connors and Electro from high school?"

"How could I forget? They about killed me, Peter." She sassed.

"They were there, alive, somehow. There was also a third Peter that showed up, and his villains showed up too. We devised a way to save them but things didn't go exactly as planned. Everything went great 'til Goblin showed up."

She about choked on the pancake she was eating. "Harry was there?"

"No," he said sadly, "It was Peter 2's Goblin. But anyways, we made it through the bat-Oh! There was this wizard guy who held the multiverse together while we were fighting. It was pretty cool actually. He kind of just threw his ha-"

"Pete." she interrupted, silently teasing him for not staying on topic.

"Right. We fought, won, and I was back here in an instant, thanks to the wizard guy."

It was a lot to take in, and (y/n)'s brain was exploding with all the new information. "You're right. That is a lot." She stated, standing up to meet him in the kitchen.

His voice lowered to barely above a whisper. "I missed you and Ben, though. So much."

She roped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his soft brown hair. "We missed you, too. I really was worried. I didn't know if you were coming back to me."

Eyes fluttering closed at the soothing motion, he tenderly gripped her hips, closing the gap between them as their lips collided. Through the kiss, he mumbled against her sweet lips, "I'll always come back to you."

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[phaticserpent]

Aftercare

Just a short fluff fic I wanted to write for Peter Pan x Reader

Summary: you lay in bed with Pan and play with his hair. A gentle aftercare of the night before ;) I just want to play with his hair

Warning: implied smut

As you stirred awake, you could feel Pan’s arms around you and his head resting on your chest. You smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of his face, lightly chuckling at his bed hair. You stared at his sleeping figure and gently played with his hair.

“Love, I can feel you.” Pan chuckled. “Is my hair that fascinating?”

“Aw but you’re so cute.” You laughed. “And yes, your hair is fascinating.” You cupped his face with your hands, while one slowly ruffled his hair. He hummed in content as his finger grazed against your back, tracing your spine. Pan smirked and pressed his face onto your chest, pulling you closer to him. You let out a short giggle as his body moved around and his hair tickled your neck.

“You’re so warm and beautiful.”

“That’s you.” You laughed. Your legs wrapped around his torso, pushing him closer to you as you traced his jawline. With his head still rested against your chest, you massaged his head, slowly moving your fingers in a circle.

“Mm, that feels good.”

“Peter, it’s nearly midday. What about the lost boys?”

“They can take care of themselves. I don’t want to leave.” Pan mumbled. “Keep playing with my hair, I like it.” He claimed. You chuckled and continued to massage his scalp. A few minutes in, mischief hinted in your eyes and you ruffled his hair messily. You laughed as Pan sent you an annoyed look.

“Aw, you look adorable!” You wheezed out. “I gave your bed hair, bed hair!” Pan just grumbled and pressed his head to your chest, sinking further into your embrace.

"Shut up and go back to sleep."

"Now I understand why men dump an entire bottle of gel and wax on their hair." You sighed in content. Snickering a little as you combed your fingers into his hair again, forking up small strands of hair into the air and spacing them out.

"Love, what are you doing?" Pan looked up when your chuckles became uncontrollable. He gently felt his hair and sent you another look, at this point you couldn't contain your laughter. Pan crossed his arms, waiting for you to finish, but that just made you laugh harder. He started to chuckle lightly and laid on top of you, smiling from your echoing laugh as he kissed your neck.

"Mm, Peter." Your laugh died down as your arms laced around his neck.

"I love your laugh, it's so contagious." Pan grumbled into your neck. You let out a throaty chuckle and placed a hand on the back of his neck, combing the hair at the back of his head.

"I love you." You hesitantly said. There was a brief silence before Pan stirred and stared at you. "Too much?"

"No. No, it wasn't too much." He smiled. "You're everything I've always wanted. Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me." You laughed.

"Thank you for the night before." He whispered in your ear. You shuddered and turned to face him.

"You're welcome." You whispered back and winked. You took pride in how flushed his face became after that. "Have I ever told you, you're beautiful." You could see the gears clicking in his head and his face growing redder.

"And you're always stunning. But I think you know you're hot." Pan spoke softly, his hand brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"Doesn't hurt for you to say it more." You laughed. Pan leaned his head into your collarbone, his hair tickling your neck as he laughed. Feeling his warmth around you, your eyelids grew heavy again and fell back asleep in his arms. Pan tucked your head onto his chest as he wrapped the sheets around you protectively, and your soft snores lulled him to sleep.

[moved-littlepupthoughts]

Warming Up to You Chapter 1

Chapter 2 now out!

Aprox 1,300 Words

Content and Triggers: Thor x Loki x Reader - Fem!reader - puppy pet play- Dub-con? - Drinking -pet names- light smut- bdsm lifestyle

Summary: Loki knows what’s best for his little puppy, and being socialized is an important part of any pets life. Luckily he knows that Thor has always had a soft spot for dogs, though he’s never met one quite like you.

A/N: Really light stuff to start off with, the next chapter will be much more smutty. But I wanted to split this up since I want this to be a longer chapter based fic. When I first had the idea for this story I didn’t have any characters in mind, just basic archetypes and here we are. A loki fic, how surprising. I hope to have the next chapter finished in a day or two. And as always send in your requests, I'd love to write them for you.

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The breath of an unknown mouth was warm on the back of your neck but not as warm as the muscular body in front of you. The heat radiating off the three of you was almost too much but your body refused to move, too comfortable to be bothered.

Blinking slowly you tried to remember where you are looking around the dimly lit room for answers. The glow came from a TV playing a late night infomercial selling a Captain America kitchen set, boasting about the microwave safe bowls decorated to match his shield. The screen suddenly changed to show a bright white background making you squeeze your eyes shut as the narrator started rambling about their nonstick pans. As the after image faded from your eyelids you noticed the thick smell of ale hanging in the air stirring memories of the night before.

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It was a rowdy celebration, every party headed by Tony was. The drinks were flowing, music pounding, everyone was there having a good time letting loose after another successful mission. Usually parties made you on edge, so many people in such a small space but tonight Loki was there with you. He was gracefully moving with you through the crowds, hand on your lower back like it always was. He had been drinking and was grinning as he brought you a glass of your own.

“Relax little love,” he cooed, gently touching your cheek. “Everyone here knows you are mine, No one would dare try anything with you. And if they for some reason don’t know you are claimed this lovely collar of yours will be warning enough.” His hand moved down from your cheek to your neck where the thick leather band rested. Slipping his finger through the metal D ring he tugged you closer pressing his lips to yours possessively.

You nodded up at him smiling knowing he was right, you and he announcing to the avengers and shield that you were an item had made life much easier. You had been rightly terrified but telling everyone yourselves was better than the rumors that would inevitably spread. Plus it meant you had more control over who knew what. By now everyone important knew you and he were steady, but only those closest to you knew about the puppy/owner relationship that had been hidden behind closed doors. They were all pretty accepting of the idea, Peter even piped up saying that it made sense considering how excited you would get when they came back from a mission.

Since then not much had changed, everyone got used to you laying in Loki’s lap and the praise he would give you. It really set in after the first time you got told off for tracking mud through the house. You were definitely embarrassed at first but no one paid any mind to Loki’s stern words except for you. Some of them even played along, Peter complimented your collar the first day you wore it and Tony would occasionally threaten to tattle on you because you were “interrupting his genius,” while poking around the lab.

The first drink calmed your nerves, the second one made you comfortable, the third got you to dance with Wanda and Peter to songs that you will never remember. The nights memories become less and less hazy as you replay the party in your head. Blurry bits of people saying they were going to turn in, the sound of glass breaking and Tony shouting at Thor to knock it off. Loki drunkenly nibbling your ear as Natasha dragging Thor over and talking to Loki over the music. He bent back down to your ear and whispered something…What was it? You screwed your face up thinking hard.

“I’m sorry my little one but we have been tasked with babysitting this oaf,” He gestured at Thor who had the largest grin on his face. Tunelessly humming and swaying to the music, oblivious to being ejected from the party. You nodded smiling and grabbing Thors large hand and tipsily dancing with him leading him in the the hallway Loki bringing up the rear laughing at the two of you bumbling about. You remember making it back to Loki’s rooms and watching tv with them in the small living room included in the suite.

Your eyes peeled open to get a better look at the warm bodies on either side of you confirming your suspicion. The breath tickling the back of your neck belonged to Loki which meant the solid body in front of you belonged to the one and only god of thunder. Still slightly intoxicated you giggled at the predicament, your inner puppy enjoying the dog pile. Loki stirred gently sitting up smiling as you wiggled excitedly looking back at him.

“Aww is my little puppy enjoying the cuddles? I am sure Thor is nice and warm,” he hummed and began running his hand up and down your side. You looked at Loki with a moment of concern flashing across your face, “No no it’s ok pup you may cuddle him, I am sure he could use the comfort. Plus I can share,” A grin spread across his face, but you were too busy wriggling back down in to the couch to notice.

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When you woke back up it was still dark out and you had rolled over with your head buried in Loki’s chest. His hands were scratching through your hair, he must not have fallen back asleep. Thats when you felt it, the warmth of strong hands on your hips and the pressure of large fingers pulling you back in to his pelvis. Thor was still asleep as he ground himself against you mumbling quietly to himself. You looked up at Loki your eyes growing wide as they met his blue ones, sparkling mischievously. In one quick movement he bent down and bit your neck making you gasp and arch your back, pressing your hips against Thor. He started waking up clutching you even tighter groaning quietly.

“It seems like Thor finds you attractive my little love, and if I remember correctly you found him attractive as well..At least that’s what I overheard you telling Natasha when you first joined the team. Is that true little one?” You could hear the smile in his voice as you blushed madly. Of course you found him attractive, you didn’t know anyone who thought otherwise. You nodded in to his chest knowing that he would know if you said anything but the truth.

“Would you like to play with Thor y/n?” Your face grew so hot it felt like you were glowing pink in the dark. Loki took your chin between his thumb and finger tilting your head upwards, “I asked if you would like to play with him y/n.”

The smallest whimper escaped your lips while Loki’s eyes deepened with lust sealing your fate. He reached down and moved Thor’s large hand from your hip up to your breast, the movement fully waking up the sleeping god. He instinctively began kneading your warm flesh before realizing what was happening. You could feel him freeze behind you and saw Loki’s gaze shift to just over your shoulder.

“Thor, it seems my pet needs attention, would you help me play with her?” Your eyes were glued to Loki’s face searching for any change of expression. Then there it was at the corner of his mouth, the beginning of a devilish smile making your head spin.

[irondadfics]

I’m looking a for a fic I read a little while ago but I can’t seem to find it again. Basically Flash wins some sort of contest/sweepstakes or something and gets to have like a dinner at the tower with the avengers (or maybe just the Starks) and Peter ends up being there. Sorry if this isn’t enough detail!Thanks for all you do❤️

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Weekend with the Stark Family by SketchySituation

Peters' eyes flicker open, groaning he rolls over in bed. 'Do I have to get up?' he mutters to the empty room.

"Yep," Tony says as he enters Peters room. He sees Peters miserable face and tells Friday to open the curtains.

"Nooooo." Peter moans. Pulling the blankets over his head to block the glaring light from his sensitive eyes. "Just let me stay in here all weekend. I'll eat non-perishables and drink water from the bathroom sink. I'll be fine."

Snorting, Tony walks over and sits down on Peters bed. “Ok, time to get up,” he says and starts poking Peter

"Daaaad." Peter wines squirming. "Stoooop."

“Up or I'll tickle you instead.” Smiling, Tony stops poking Peter and holds up a claw hand.

“Fine...” Peter moans. Grumpily pushing the blankets off him.

Tony gets up and Peter rolls out of bed dodging Tony's tickling claw hand as he moves toward his bathroom.

“Shower and then meet us in the kitchen in half an hour for breakfast,” Tony says walking towards the exit. “I have to go. The Eugene Thompson kid will be here like 5 minutes ago. They want to film the first meeting. You know...". Tony pauses rolling his eyes and begins to leave '...PR and all that bull shit.'

“Great,” says Peter quietly now alone. Remembering who won the competition he sighs and begins brushing his teeth. Anxious of how this weekend will pan out.

[khaleesiofalicante]

DISNEYLAND HA

yeah I didn’t really do any work I got distracted lop

Who’s Fiona? I recognise the name but umm… idk

SELENA AS RAPUNZEL OF COUTSE YES NO ONE ELSEEEE

Simba is literally the best Disney the lion king is my entire childhood I support this Jace

Simon as woody 😂 loving it

GIGI AS PETER PAN YESSSSS

Max with blue body paint yaaaas

ALEC AS CAPTAIN HOOK SOMEONE SHOW ME THIS NOW PLEASE

😭😭 David and max this is pain fix them pls

Fiona is coming to me

I almost had it and then it left ahhh it’s like a wave it keeps rushing in and then ebbing out before I can grab it aRgH

She does not have blond hair is what I’m going with

Ahh dani the infamous cock

FIONA FIONA FIONA NOW IVE GOT IT

SHREK SHES FROM SHREK

Ty there we go

‘Chase the orgasm’ 😂 something I never thought I’d see in ur fics

Oh Lexi 😔🙁

Oh max 😫

Oh speaking of Prime Ministers, for once I actually agreed with everything Boris Johnson said 😂 the news is always on now and yis we Stan labour/conservatives agreeing in war

Literally me being about 13 and my brother 11 when our parents left us alone for an evening 😂

When I was like 15 they left us overnight but my brother decided to bring two 13 year old boys home with him and I had to cook for 3 teenage boys when all I wanted to do was sleep 😭😭

Ohhh so when I was a kid we would play ‘fight daddy’ and literally me and my brother would try and beat up our dad 😂 and then we’d try and shove him off the sofa - we always failed, but then he’d tickle us and it was the funniest thing ever and so much fun

Ahh max and Alec hating on Shinyun is the stuff I can get behind

YES BRITISH MONOPOLY TRUMPS AMERICAN WHOOO

I don’t think you can acc buy houses in Trafalgar Square 😂 I really like the lions there though you could buy a lion

I think it was named after the battle of trafalgar, do not ask me anything abt it all I know is that it had ships and probably had something to do with the French

Sometimes they have trains and sometimes they have airports - Heathrow, london city, something beginning with a G and I can’t remember the other one

I have been on 6 planes

Oooooh hitting the hard stuff here

Am I the easy child? Apparently I react too much so ig if I lived alone with my dad we would kill each other because he’s SOOOO tight but me and my mum would get on fine I think lol

Ok I have this problem 😂 I react first 😭

YEA DANI ITS YOUR FIC

My cousins girlfriend got a scholarship to a prestigious American university and even though I’ve spoken to her like once I keep bragging about it 😂

This was part reaction part me rambling about nothing

Interesting fact: I’ve been listening to a playlist called slow Phil Collins 😂 he is epic, I went to a genesis concert last year, AWESOME!

Rn the song is from brother bear - he did the music for brother bear and Tarzan and yeee anyway lol I’m so tired and it’s only 21:00 my eyes feel like wrinkles lol

You trying to figure out who Fiona is while live blogging was so funny.

I loved the trafalgar fun fact! thank you!!!

I still try to play fight with my mom. She is ticklish behind the neck, so I like tickling her there lmao. I also cover her head with my towel every time I go to take a shower, I am weird :)

OMG I LOVE BROTHER BEAR. THERE ARE OTHER PEOPLE WHO WATCHED IT? I never see anyone talk about it :(

I am love you.

Byeeeeeee.

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Interview given to The Severus Snape and Hermione Granger Shipping Fan Group.

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Hello CorvusDraconis and welcome to Behind the Quill, thank-you so much for sitting down with us to chat.

You’re a well known and beloved figure in the SS/HG community for your many stories - including a personal favourite of mine, A chance for happiness.

Okay, let’s jump right in. What's the story behind your pen name? 

I have always had a fascination for the shiny things and the Northwest Coast depictions of Raven the Trickster/Creator, and, I tend to hoard (and get super protective) of my art supplies. Corvids have always been a positive sign in my life. They tend to show up when I’m feeling down and engage in funny antics in the yard. As for dragons, I’ve always had a love for them and think the Western depiction of them as dangerous beasts with no mind but for hoarding treasure and killing people only to be slain by a knight quite despicable. 

Which Harry Potter character do you identify with the most?

Severus, actually. I see a lot of my life in his. Hardships, challenges, bullying— trying to be something better and later wondering about unwise decisions. I have a very similar dislike for dunderheads, but I do not share his inclination to denude rosebushes of their petals. Do you have a favourite genre to read? (not in fic, just in general) I have always preferred fantasy and sci-fi. 

Do you have a favourite "classic" novel?

I am not sure if you would call it a classic novel, but grew up on all things Tolkien (and even puzzled through the Silmarillion at the grand age of seven), and have a special place in my heart for Watership Down. While I’ve read pieces like War and Peace, Iliad, Ulysses, Pride and Prejudice, Grapes of Wrath, Moby Dick, Great Gatsby, Little Women, Catcher in the Rye, Tom Sawyer/Huckleberry Finn, Scarlet Letter, Don Quixote, To Kill a Mockingbird, Animal Farm, Jane Eyre, Lord of the Flies, Tale of Two Cities, Heart of Darkness, Robinson Crusoe, Alice in Wonderland, Great Expectations, Odyssey, Frankenstein, Dracula, Crime and Punishment, Heart of Darkness, Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, The Secret Garden, Treasure Island, Anne of Green Gables, Les Misérables, Peter Pan, Gulliver’s Travels, all things Jack London, 20000 Leagues, etc.— they never captured me as aptly as Anne McCaffery’s Dragonriders of Pern or Mercedes Lackley’s the Last Herald Mage. Though, if I were to pick classic stories I read more than once (litmus test for things I like) it would be things such as The Secret Garden, Call of the Wild, Wild Fang, The Hobbit, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,  and The Last Unicorn. At what age did you start writing? The moment I could pick up pencil and paper, I was writing. I had notepads full of stories I wrote as a kid. Alas, my dad found them one day when I was off to college, made fun of them, and I came home and burned every single one in mortification.

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

The moment TV shows did “stupid things” to their characters. I used to write things about Beauty and the Beast (the old CBS show) when they killed off the main character, Knight Rider, Robocop, Transformers— there are probably far more that I just don’t remember now. I was writing it long before there was a fanfiction dot net or a term to even call it. What's the best theme you've ever come across in a fic? Is it a theme represented in your own works? I am a shameless romantic for the beauty within and sometimes the quite literal love for a monster (not just some person who acts like a monster and changes into a better person.) The misunderstood monster is perhaps my most favourite theme, and it shows up in my stories often if not always. What fandoms are you involved in other than Harry Potter? I ship SessKag from Inuyasha, Lucard/Sophie from Dracula: The Series, and Loki/Hermione when I’m feeling crossover-y. If you could make one change to canon, what would it be? Do you have a favourite piece of fanon? Other than my favourite fanon that Severus lives/survives/finds a better life free of two masters and his guilt, I would say I would want Harry to wise the heck up and realise his father was a swine, his godfather was an almost successful murderer that used his own best mate to try and kill off another student, and his mother wasn’t all that hot either. I would want him to find value in himself without having to make stuff up about his “perfect” parents. Then again, I would want Vernon/Petunia to be arrested for child abuse and put in gaol, but— then the story would have been very different XD Do you listen to music when you write or do you prefer quiet?  Sometimes quiet, sometimes music. But usually, I am best mates with Spotify.

What are your favourite fanfictions of all time?

In the HP universe: I honestly don’t read many of them because I’m always writing my own stuff XD, but when I really feel like I need a good Ron bashing SSHG HEA, I read just about anything by IShouldBeWritingSomethingElse. However, that being said, I often return to “The Sun is Often Out” by Hannah-1888 for just the right amount of angst and HEA to make me happy.

In the Inuyasha universe: A Trick of Fate by PristinelyUngifted

In the Marvel universe:  Mutual Respect Sends His Regrets by moor

In the Star Trek universe:  Gratified By Your Company by starfleetdream

Are you a plotter or a pantser? How does that affect your writing process?

I go by the seat of my feathered rump, to be honest. Inspiration is a fickle, unpredictable beast, and I usually don’t know what is going to happen until it does.

What is your writing genre of choice?

Fantasy

Which of your stories are you most proud of? Why?

Chance of Happiness because it was my very first publication. It may not have been my best, but it was my first, and it very well could have been my last yet somehow wasn’t.

Looks Can Be Deceiving and One Step Forward, Two Decades Back are two epic tales that seemed to demand being written. The fact I finished them was something I think deserves a little pride.

Did it unfold as you imagined it or did you find the unexpected cropped up as you wrote? What did you learn from writing it?

Looks started off with me attempted to write Dramione just once. It failed. Draco demanded to be her brother of the heart, Viktor came in and said “nope she’s mine,” and no one was more surprised at the outcome of that story than me. The characters did what THEY wanted.

I learned that trying to plan a story from start to finish is useless when the characters decide what they want. The story demanded more, and I was just a conduit that typed it down. For me, at least, attempting to outline and plan is utterly useless

How personal is the story to you, and do you think that made it harder or easier to write?

I think every story I write is personal in some way. The inspiration comes from somewhere inside, and I often have no idea what it is until I go back and read it later. I think the story wrote itself in a lot of ways, which made it easier in a way, but there are a lot of things I can’t say were from personal experience because as a high fantasy of talking gryphons and such I can only imagine it. There is no basis in real life on how any of that would go down. There is a freedom in that but also many challenges in making it real enough to identify with despite how alien and fantastic the idea is.

What books or authors have influenced you? How do you think that shows in your writing?

Dragonriders of Pern introduced sentient dragons and the idea that despite a vast difference in species there could be teamwork and love between the two as they teamed up against a greater threat.

The herald-mage books by Mercedes Lackley were also important staples in my childhood because it impressed the values of responsibility despite having powers others did not, and that people were fallible despite greatness and potential.

Gandalara Cycle by Randall Garrett and Vicki Ann Heydron: I cannot tell you how often I read this story. I had dog ears on these novels because there was so much I loved about them. It was a search for humanity when displaced in a seemingly alien world, societal clashes, and the great sha’um (the giant rideable cats) that were the main characters’ partners for life.  

 The Enchanted Forest Chronicles by Patricia C Wrede: A princess rebels against her arranged marriage by running away to be a dragon princess.

All of these books had creatures in it that chose to partner with a human and be with them for life, not as lovers that you find in the more modern supernatural romance blender out there, but the ultimate friend for life— the family you choose.

Do people in your everyday life know you write fanfiction?

Oh heck no. Hah. They have their secrets, and I have mine. Personally, I think mine are more healthy than theirs.

How true for you is the notion of "writing for yourself"? 

Very.

I write for myself. Sometimes I’ll write a story for one of my betas or a sshg friend, but for the most part, I write for my own entertainment because nothing like what I write is out there. There is a lot of SSHG out there, but mine is almost always a creature feature story. I blame X-Files growing up. It tickles me that others enjoy my stories, but in the end I write to get things down and out of my head. They just so happen to entertain others as they do me.

How important is it for you to interact with your audience? How do you engage with them? Just at the point of publishing? Through social media?

I will often engage in A/N talk at the end of chapters, but I really don’t engage in the fandom. I loathe social media. That being said, I read every review, and while I don’t reply to everything because FF dot net is a horrible platform for messaging anymore (or ever was really)-- I appreciate every single one. Sometimes it helps to know people are enjoying the story for the story’s sake.

What is the best advice you've received about writing?

Get a beta, even if you are pretty good at writing. Get one because a second pair of eyes will catch things you don’t. Read your own stuff out loud. If you trip over it, your audience will too. If you stumble, so will they.

Get a beta who isn’t afraid to tell you that your shite stinks in places and you make no sense. You may want a cheerleader, but what you need is a beta. If you are super lucky, you can have both at once.

What do you do when you hit writer's block?

I play computer games and sew things. I’ve sewn a lot of things lately. Scrub caps and masks for work— 

There has been a lot of writer’s block lately due to the times, and I will not write when I’m uninspired. I will not force inspiration. That’s not fair to me or those unfortunate enough to share in the reading. I want to be able to go back on a story I wrote and enjoy it and not curse at myself. XD

Has anything in real life trickled down into your writing?

Sometimes certain catch phrases and things from real life friends have trickled in as a sort of Easter egg (unbeknownst to them since I don’t tell them I write fanfic). Sometimes random news stories or whatnot find their way in. Lessons of the day. Random events. Things that are too odd not to stick in my brain somehow. I can’t say I always do it on purpose, though.

Do you have any stories in the works? Can you give us a teaser?

No, I have a goal this year to finish off the unfinished stories. This is made harder because Dragon and the Rose keeps adding more and more bunnies into the idea bin, and my brain wants to run with them, but I’m like NO DANGIT, I HAVE STUFF TO FINISH STILL!  It’s a hard thing trying to finish what you start when so much interesting stuff pops up and waves at you like “heeeeeyyyyy I’m cool too!”

Any words of encouragement to other writers?

Keep writing but remember you can always be better. You can always improve.  Writing isn’t a popularity contest. It isn’t about how many reviews you get or how many fans you may or may not have. Write because you want to write. Write what you like not what other people like. Write for you because in the end, you are the one who goes back to read it and say “I wrote this story, and I still love it” instead of forcing yourself to write something just because the topic is “popular” and gets a lot of visitors. Write something you’ll be proud to go back and read and enjoy. You’ll find when you write something genuinely, readers will come. And if only one person leaves you a paragraph review on how much your story meant to them out of someone else’s hundreds of  “great!” (with nothing else)-- think of what you value more.

If my story helped someone through a dark time.

Just one person—

Then it was a good effort.

Maybe that person didn’t have the bravery to leave a message. Maybe they are ashamed. Maybe they send you a PM instead of a review.

That is, to me, the ultimate reason why I realised that despite writing stories for myself that there are people out there that needed to hear my story at just the right time in their life. If my story can bring a little joy to someone else, then it doesn’t matter how many reviews I have. It doesn’t matter that I don’t have thousands of reviews like “that other author.” What matters is that I told my story; someone out there read it and it spoke to them.

I love hearing from people and what they liked about my stories, but I also am glad that there are some people out there who secretly like my stories but do not feel safe enough to review.

So, I would say to the aspiring author: write for yourself but share it. You never know whose day you will make with your story. They may never tell you. They may tell you years later (happened to me!). There is a good chance that someone out there needs your story as much as you need to write it. That being said, find yourself a beta to share your journey with you. You may find a few friend in the process.

Thanks so much for giving us your time.

You are quite welcome.

[imaginesmai]

This is a new fic format! Here will be the small fics I write, no longer than 1000 words. You can request one of this too!

The first time Tom made beignets, it was a failure. It was a failure for many reasons; the biggest – as you were very enthusiastic about telling him – was that, while persistence is the key to success, so is the strategic planification of time, so that the food doesn’t burn in the oven. Tom insisted they were only, slightly, if briefly, toasted, although you preferred the word carbonized. Proof of it was the burn stain on the opposite wall of the over, that Tom didn’t want to talk about.

That was why in the desk stood a black mop of something floury with a bit of sugar on top, while you tried to get all the smoke out of the kitchen by opening the windows and doors.

“Why were you cooking beignets?” you asked through the smoky haze, once you could breathe properly. Tom was moving a yellow rag around, as if he could make the smoke disappear just by his will.

“You were the one encouraging me!”

“Yeah, I told you to start with the basics” you chuckled at him. “Cookies, pasta, waffles. Maybe even an omelette. Not the last recipe of my book”

Tom scoffed and kept moving the rag around, not looking at you. Truth was he didn’t intend to do the beignets. But the previous night his brothers, him and you had been playing a board game when Sam said Tom couldn’t bake for shit. Then, Paddy had added that he didn’t even know how to use a pan. And finally, Harry had joked that he even dropped the milk when doing coffee. It wouldn’t have hurt so much if you weren’t Sam’s friend from the cooking class, his girlfriend and had laughed at their teasing.

Later, when you two were alone, you had promised to teach him the basics of cooking and would even make something easy for him to brag to his brothers about. All of that while watching the princess and the frog. When, that morning, he had woken up to an empty bed, he had decided to prove you wrong too.

Which hadn’t gone too well, even if he wasn’t going to admit it.

“It was going well” Tom repeated for the third time in a row.

“Until I arrived, hm?” you smiled at him.

He knew you had every reason to be mad at him. The kitchen was your sacred place since you had moved in together, and also your workplace. While Tom wanted his desk in the living room free of random objects, you wanted him out of the kitchen. The only person allowed there besides you was Sam, occasionally. So, besides for the wounded pride, he also felt incredibly guilty.

He wasn’t that good at hiding his emotions, considered he was an actor. Tom knew you had noticed when you left your place besides the window and walked until you leaned against the counter too. Leaning down, your face appeared in his line of sight from where he was looking at the desk.

There was a smudge of black on your cheek and nose, which was scrunched in an adorable frown. Besides, your lips were pursed and there were wrinkles around your eyes. Tom smiled fondly at you.

“What’s with the long face?”

“I’m, uh, sorry. For the mess” Tom didn’t tear his eyes away, so you saw how guilty he was feeling. “I know you want me out of it. Sorry”

“It’s okay” you smirked, and raised a brow. “Next time we’ll cook together”

“If we have a kitchen by then” Tom scoffed, breaking eye contact and looking even downer.

“A burned oven is not that bad, I’ve seen worse things” you rounded his body until you squeezed yourself between him and the counter. Your face popped again in his vision as you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t worry, there are things to do without it”

Tom hummed and gave in, letting his head fall and rest on your shoulder. His nose smeared all the sugar powder on his face on your neck, and it tickled so much you actually had to squirm away. He smiled, lowered a bit his face and gave your shoulder a kiss. A burned kitchen was bad, but not too bad if you were there.

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[carewyncromwell]

Happy FFWF Tory! 💛

I’d like to ask you which of your many fics is your favourite and why? Also, what projects have you got in the works, and which are you most excited to write/share with the world?

Why are you asking me to pick favorites amongst my children? XDD Hahaha...really, though, I'm my own worst critic, so I always end up disliking something about my works when they're done, especially after some time has gone by. I still have lingering fondness for most of them, mind you...but I always inevitably see their flaws more and more and have trouble loving them the way I did before. But I guess one nice thing on that account is that it prompts me to try to improve on those things I didn't like in the last project, if possible. I guess of my fics, I'm really partial to my unfinished Good!Rakepick AU. I actually am looking forward to FINALLY finishing its finale, because it just integrates everything I wish Hogwarts Mystery had had -- special focus on and development for each of the cast's members; better characterization for Rakepick, MC, Jacob, Ben and Merula's arcs having had a real impact on their characters at the end of year 6; the Circle of Khanna coming together as a real army to face off against R; a cooler design and storyline inside the Sunken Vault; more Hogwarts lore that better develops the Wizarding World; Dumbledore actually DOING SOMETHING to help MC with the Vaults for once; and so on. I'm also looking forward to finishing the Tangled AU -- GOD, do I wish the world would chill the hell out so I could finish the next part already, there is so much fun stuff I want to get to. >>

Some stuff I do look forward to writing in the future is some more canon material for Carewyn, such as a ficlet centering around her and Felix's relationship; a rewriting of the scene in year 6 where Charlie learns MC's been hiding information about the Wizard in White and Ben and Charlie get into a big fight; a post-Redacted fic centering on the immediate aftermath and formation of the Circle of Khanna; and a rewriting of the scene post-Redacted where Jacob and MC meet again, which would be when Carewyn and Jacob finally have a heated emotional exchange about everything they've gone through. AU-wise, the AU ideas that have tickled my fancy most even if they're likely not going to be worked on for a while are the Peter Pan and Little Mermaid AUs. 💚

Fanfic Writer Friday!

[jamesdeerest]

keep your friends close...

pairing: harry hook x reader

request: anon asked “Heya can i please request a harry hook x reader fic where they're kinda frenemies (maybe she's peter pans daughter? Or Wendy darlings and shes from auradon?) And she steals his hook so he chases her and it ends in a tickle fight and he lets it slip that he likes her laugh or smile and she gets really embarrassed cause they're supposed to hate each other? Thank youuuu :*”

notes: sorry this took so long nonnie!!

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.2k

“And this is Y/N!” Ben smiled at you, as you jerked up, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “Hm? What’s happening?” you slurred, your brow scrunching in confusion, before your eyes focused back on your exercise book. You slumped in defeat, picking up your pen and resting your head in your hand, glaring holes in the revision questions, not noticing the amused group in front of you.

Ben winced, leading Uma, Harry and Gil away from you. “Let’s just say she’s feeling the effects of exam season. She’s normally a ray of sunshine.” 

Uma crossed her arms, smirking. “I thought everyone here was supposed to be a ray of sunshine? Auradon’s all about that happy-clappy bullcrap.”

Ben raised an eyebrow when she swore, but brushed it off. “Just because we’re the kids of the heroes, doesn’t mean we all are, alright?”

Uma laughed. “Oh, I know that. You all think you are, though. Acting like you’re so much better than us Isle kids-- what have you ever done?”

Ben spluttered, reddening. “That’s not true! None of us- well,” he paused, biting his lip. “Okay, the majority of us don’t think that!”

Uma snorted, walking off with Gil and Harry in tow. “Yeah- well, Your Majesty, I’ll believe that when I see it.”

You sprinted out your dorm room, your bag fighting to stay on your arm as you tore a brush through your hair. You ran into the empty dining hall, grabbing a croissant and ran out again, stuffing it into your mouth, cursing your faulty alarm all the while. You stopped outside your Maths classroom, catching your breath, straightening out your clothes and wiping off any crumbs, before you pushed the door open, muttering a sheepish ‘sorry’ to the teacher.

You paused, looking for any empty seats, and found one at the back, weaving through tables and trying not to hit people with your bag, before sinking down into the seat, grabbing your stuff, leaning over to the desk next to you to copy up what you had missed.

However, you were shoved back. “What are you doing?”

You looked up, confused, and only became more confused at the boy sitting next to you. Either your memory was really fuzzy, or you had never seen him before. “Sorry?”

He glared at you. “I said, what are you doing?”

You stared blankly at him. “Copying up the notes? What are you doing?”

“Don’t be a smartarse. Leave me alone.” he growled, turning back to the front.

“Leave you alone?! I haven’t done anything, you stuck up pri-”

Mrs Taylor cleared her throat, cutting you off. “Everything alright back there, Pan, Hook?”

You quickly nodded, sitting up straight and smiling innocently. “Fine, Mrs Taylor. I just dropped my pen.”

She nodded, eyeing you, and turned back to the whiteboard. You whipped your head round, glaring at the Hook boy. “You’re welcome, Hook.” you sniped, before leaning over to the girl on your left to copy her notes. 

Harry, however, was frozen. Pan?!

The next day, Harry was walking through the halls to his least favourite class- Remedial Goodness, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Swinging round, he saw the smirking face of Chad Charming, and internally groaned. “Yes?” he drawled, eyebrow raised.

Chad laughed, his face smug. “Didn’t anyone tell you, Hook? Guyliner was out last- oh wait, it was never in.” His mates jeered behind him, and Harry was about to teach him a lesson when you slid in between them, glaring up at Chad. 

“Didn’t anyone tell you, Charming? Being a dumb rich kid was out last- oh wait, it was never in. Go throw your money around somewhere else- maybe you can buy more friends.” you scowled, a victorious glint in your eye as Chad chuckled nervously. “Sorry, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow, staring him down until he scrambled off. You turned round, grinning at Harry. “You’re welcome.”

He sighed, walking off, making you jog to keep up. “I had it handled.”

“Sure you did, Hooky.” Harry sighed again, fighting off a smile. 

“Shut up, Panny.” he said, immediately cringing. You laughed. “Panny? How about Y/N?”

Harry just grumbled as you giggled, ignoring the judgemental eyes following you as you walked. You paid no attention to them, and Harry tried not to either. Emphasis on the tried.

The next Maths lesson, Harry was the one to burst in five minutes late, hair a mess. You laughed softly, moving your bag off his desk so he could sit down.

“Saving my seat, are we?” he muttered, a grin peeking out of the corners of his lips.

“Oversleeping, are we?” you smirked, sliding your coffee over to him. “Drink.”

Harry quickly gulped the whole thing down, laughing as you whacked his arm. “Thanks.”

You shook your head, staring forlornly at your empty cup. “My coffee...”

“Was very tasty.” he finished, dodging your hit this time.

Next time, he brought coffee for you, and you drank all of it, cackling as he glared daggers at you. “Oops. Where did it go?”

“I have no idea.” he growled, trying (and failing) to contain his smile.

Were you friends? No. He was Hook’s son, for god’s sake, it wouldn’t be allowed.

But Harry had to admit, he did look forward to Maths now. 

Because of the coffee.

Not you.

Definitely.

But stealing his hook? That was taking it too far.

He was sitting with Uma and Gil at lunch, just eating, when you ran up to him, ripped it off and sprinted off, cackling like a witch.

“Y/N!” he yelled, jumping off the bench and running after you. Crap, why were your legs so short? Easily catching up to you, he pinned you against a tree, your hand holding his hook tucked behind your back.

He held out his hand, expectantly, but you just shook your head, giggling. “Nope!” 

Fuck. How was he supposed to look menacing when you had such a beautiful laugh?!

“Uh... what?” you said, eyebrow raised.

Harry’s eyes widened. Fuck.

You smirked. “I have a beautiful laugh, hm?”

“What?” Harry tried to brush it off, but you put a finger up to his lips. “Nuh uh uh, you said I had a beautiful laugh! No take-backs.”

Slowly, painfully, he felt his face turning red, and your grin only widened. “You’re not that bad either, Hooky.” you whispered, taking advantage of his dumbfounded state to slip under his arms which were caging you in, and sauntered off, his hook swinging from your hand.

Harry jerked out of his trance, quickly following you and grabbing hold of his hook, tugging it back. He fixed it onto his hand, and gently traced the outline of your face. “Our parents are going to kill us, you know.”

You smirked, grabbing his hand. “I know. What are you waiting for?”

He laughed, and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours, only pulling apart at Gil’s shout of ‘get it, Harry!’ with an eye roll. He stuck his head over your shoulder, and yelled, “shut up, Gil!”, before mouthing ‘I know, right?!’. He cleared his throat, and moved back to face you. “Now, where were we?”

shock! horror! india has updated for the first time in months! merry christmas losers

[simplee-dreaming]

This Might Be Fun

A/N: Thank you to the anon who gave me this prompt. Hope it's okay!

Word Count: 698

Summary: Peter wants to see how ticklish Wendy is

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“Hehehey Peter cut it out!” Slightly cried.

“Not until you tell me where you hid it!” Peter responded.

Wendy walked into the room to find Peter crouched over Slightly, tickling his tummy.

“Oh dear, what’s going on?” She asked.

“He stole my hat.” Peter said, not easing up.

“Cuhuhuhuby hahas it!” He shrieked.

“You’re lying.” Peter said.

“CHEHEHECK HIHIHIM” Slightly yelled as Peter went for his armpits.

“Fine. Twins, guard him for me will ya?” Peter asked. The twins pinned Slightly down whilst Peter marched over to Cubby.

“I-I-I d-don’t have it…” Cubby stuttered. His hands were shifting in a guilty way. Peter raised an eyebrow at him before pinning him to the ground. He wasted no time in squeezing Cubby’s sides.

“NOHOHOHOHO PLEASE I DOHOHONT HAVE IT!” Cubby yelled.

“I can tell when you’re lying.” Peter said. He quickly turned and grabbed Cubby’s foot.

“N-no please no not there Peter please!” Cubby begged.

“Tell me where it is or the foot gets it.”

Cubby debated whether or not to say anything. He was quiet for too long so Peter scribbled his fingers up and down Cubby’s sole - eliciting a booming laugh.

“OHOHOHOKAY OKAY UHUHUNDER THE BEHEHEHED” Cubby screamed. Peter stopped and slid under the bed. He came out with his hat back on.

“Much better. Sorry, Slightly.” He said, turning to the fox who nodded at him.

Wendy was bright red and shuffling slightly on her feet. She had been tickled only very slightly by her parents when she was no older than a toddler, but she couldn’t remember what it felt like. Everytime she watched someone else being tickled, she got embarrassed. She kind of wanted to know what it was like.

“Wendy?” Peter asked. She snapped back to reality when Peter waved his hand in front of her face.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah.” She shuttered.

“Your face is red.” Peter said, which only made her go a brighter shade of red.

A squeal broke out behind Peter as Slightly took to tickling Nibs.

“Hey, what’s that for?” Peter asked.

“He looked sad that we left him out,” said Slightly, causing a stream of giggles to come from Nibs as he gently tickled him. Wendy felt even more embarrassed and averted her eyes, which Peter noticed.

“What’s wrong Wendy? Not seen tickling before?” He asked. She said nothing. He reached over and tweaked her side, causing her to jump back.

“Wait, Peter…”

“I’ve never asked, Wendy. Are you ticklish?”

She couldn’t look him in the eye but slowly backed away.

“I- I don’t remember.” She said.

“Hmm, how can you not remember?”

“Well it’s, it’s been a long time.”

He took a few steps forward which prompted her to walk backwards. She suddenly collided with the wall. Peter grinned at her.

“I wanna test this out,”  he said. He lunged at her and began squeezing both her sides. She shrieked instantly and slowly slid down the wall.

“PEHEHEHETER NOHOHO” She screamed.

“Wow, you’re so ticklish!” He said. She had fallen to the floor in a fit of giggles. She tried to push his hands away but Peter quickly shoved them under her arms. She slammed her arms down and screamed.

“OHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHO” She cried. He laughed along with her, tickling every bit of her armpits that he could with his trapped fingers. He then started tickling her tummy and she fell into a silent laughter. Her face turned a deeper shade of red and she didn’t have the strength to push him off. Peter took that as a cue to stop and let her breathe.

“That...was...horrible…” She panted. He laughed.

“Most people don’t like it, but I think I went too hard on you anyway.” He said, helping her up.

“You went too hard on me?” She asked.

“Yeah...sorry…thought it would be fun”

Wendy thought for a moment.

“Well, this might be fun.” She said before lunging at Peter. She straddled him and began tickling his sides. He burst into instant laughter.

“Boys! Give me a hand!” She called. All the lost boys followed her lead and they all helped to tickle Peter.

Tickling then became a constant occurrence with them all.

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

ohhh tell us more about/give us a snippet of the bellarke canon divergent angst and the peter pan au please!! <3

Yeah absolutely!!! 

The Bellarke canon divergent angst was going to be a part of my process of working through the idea of Bellamy’s switch to Cadogan and like many others, potentially explore the M-Cap scene. Found I didn’t have the energy between episodes to do it but I never deleted the fic so who knows! A fix-it fic??

If only they knew how important it was to let go of emotional attachments. 

Bellamy thought if anyone was to understand his choices, it would be the people before him now. While time had done strange things since they’d all first come together, ways he still couldn’t fully comprehend, it hadn’t been that long since this all began. If he tried hard enough, he could still taste the blood splattering onto his face as he executed one of the Grounders outside of Arkadia. The feel of his gun firing in his hands, hot to the touch as bullet after bullet blasted through it and recoiled against his palm. The sound of death echoed in his mind, agonized screams and shouts of betrayal. The image of corpses and remains of friend and foe alike burned into his brain. Dirt and decay tickling his nostrils as he dug graves for teenagers in their first week on earth.

The pain he had caused engulfed each of his senses, blocking him from truly achieving the goal of being a better person. Monty had believed it but had lived it out in isolation away from temptation. Bellamy had tried –– oh, he had certainly tried –– and failed. On Earth as he had in Sanctum.

Then the Peter Pan AU is based off of one of my Chopped fics but extended. So essentially it’s season one/season two energy with Bellamy as Peter (my original fic was a bit of a character study), and the Clarke as Hook. The extension would exploring their arc from friends to enemies to lovers and deal with a lot of canon inspired forgiveness!

It had been a long nighter; longer than usual really. Public unrest on the Ark had been mounting for the last week or so and it had resulted in an increase in guard checks. A quick bang on the door, a fist thudding against the metal, followed then by a skeptical look around the place before leaving. It had started on the hour every hour that evening, dwindling to every couple hours as it became night. Eventually it had stopped, but the small digital clock hanging on the wall indicated that it was two in the morning which was much later than Bellamy was supposed to be awake. Sure, he was sixteen, but that didn’t mean he got to stay up late like most teenagers on the Ark. Not when you had a part-time job on top of going to your classes.

WIP title game! Take a look at any of my unpublished WIPs and send me ask about it or for a snippet! 

[gavillain]

Also, madam Mim and Merlin!!! ...fairy godmother too. Omg these are so many, so just do whichever you can 😂

Madam Mim

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): Ayam Aghoul from the Aladdin animated series. Especially thanks to @jcmorrigan‘s fanfic Taking Back the Crown.

other ship(s): Magica DeSpell and their whole on again/off again thing they have going on.

#noromo ship(s): Her friendship with the rest of the WHAM ARMY in JC’s fic, particularly Mozenrath, Yzma, Wuya, Roman, Snatcher, and Huntsman.

crack ship(s): Listen, I know OUAT did the Black Fairy as Rumple’s mother, but I still love the concept of Mim with the OUAT Peter Pan and her seducing him with her attractive shapeshifting form before revealing herself to be an ugly old hag and dumping baby Rumple on Pan afterwards.

fav headcanon(s): She follows Merlin to all the worlds he hops between in the various Disney crossover series. She loves to show up and torment all of them citizenries that Merlin so graciously helps.

Merlin

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): The Fairy Godmother. The two outright live together in Kingdom Hearts.

other ship(s): I’m also really fond of the idea of Merlin with Yen Sid as sort of an opposites attract wizard pair, especially in Kingdom Hearts where they’re the two main teachers of the main heroes.

#noromo ship(s): He and Archimedes have an honestly underrated dynamic.

crack ship(s): I saw fanart one time of how Merlin is sometimes used in place of the Fairy Godmother in one Disney Parade with the fairies float, and so Merlin pimpin’ with all the Disney fairies is still a concept that tickles me.

fav headcanon(s): Merlin in his travels through time actually got the chance to meet Walt Disney and helped inspire him to make a film out of The Sword in the Stone.

Fairy Godmother

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): As stated before, I love her with Merlin

other ship(s): Honestly, she, Merlin, and Yen Sid form sort of the Disney magic triumvirate so I kinda ship her with Yen Sid too, lol.

#noromo ship(s): Her and Cinderella are obviously a very sweet and touching friendship. The stuff legends are made of.

crack ship(s): Look her and Lady Tremaine as bitter exes is exactly my flavor of crack and you all know this

fav headcanon(s): She’s the patron fairy of Cinderella’s family and helped Cinderella’s mother before her. I actually think that maybe there was some magical help to get Cinderella’s mom to be able to conceive a child.

[kmomof4]

Ch8 Time and Again

All right y'all! We made it! It is smut time!! After the first POV change though. Hope you enjoy the new chapter!!

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All the love and hugs and flails to the best beta in the world @hollyethecurious and the bomb when it comes to encouragement and getting me out of my own head @winterbaby89!!! This fic wouldn’t be what it is or even here in the first place without you ladies!!! Thank you both so much!! Love y'all!!!

Also a big shout out and internet hug to the CSSNS ladies for all their advice and encouragement along the way! Thank you all so much!

And to all of you who are reading, I cannot thank you enough!! Words truly can’t express what all your flails, comments, reblogs, and kudos mean to me! We are nearing the end of this journey and I hope you like what I have in store!

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Under the cut, unless Tumblr ate it.

A/N: This chapter is about 90% smut. It begins at the first POV change. Feel free to skip if it’s not your thing.

“We’re home, love,” Killian murmured in Emma’s ear.

He watched as she blinked her eyes open, looked around, and saw that they were pulling up to the dock behind the house. Sitting up from his chest, she stretched.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked with a smirk on his face and eyebrow raised.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, her arms raised up above her head before she turned to him and caught his smile. “Yes, I did. I had a very plush, fuzzy pillow to sleep on.” She sent a matching smirk his way and looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes. “It’d be good to sleep on tonight, too,” she whispered huskily, placing her hands on his chest and leaning in. He couldn’t help the way his cock stirred to life with her warm breath tickling the shell of his ear.

“Minx,” he replied, pulling her back into his chest so that he could claim her lips. It was brief, a chaste kiss that did little to cool the ardor in his blood. Releasing her, he smirked as she looked rather discombobulated, whether from just waking up from a two hour nap or his kiss, or a combination of both, he couldn’t tell. But it did give him a sense of male pride that his kiss may be responsible for it.

He got up and approached Nemo, hand outstretched towards the captain. “Thank you, my friend. I think it’s safe to say,” Killian glanced bashfully at Emma after Nemo shook his hand, “that we had a wonderful day today.”

“I’m so glad you did,” Nemo replied. “And milady,” he remarked, turning to Emma and taking her hand, “I hope to see you on the Jolly Roger again soon.” He bowed low and placed a kiss to her knuckles as he bid them farewell.

Killian, with the cooler on his arm, disembarked to the dock and held his hand out to Emma. Once she joined him, he held out his elbow for her to take as he escorted her through the greenery that surrounded the pool. The sun was already well behind the screen surrounding them, so as they stepped into the pool area, it was already a cool, shaded oasis away from the blazing South Texas sun.

They continued into the house where Killian unpacked the cooler and Emma looked up recipes for how to cook her prize. Finding an easy baked fish recipe, Emma handed Killian her phone while she got to work preparing sides and opening the wine.

Settling down to their meal, Killian smirked at her. “My turn to ask a question,” he cajoled. “First though, since I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier, my favorite book is probably Lord of the Rings.”

“Lord of the Rings,” she asked, delighted, “I love it too! But I would have thought Peter Pan was your favorite, with the Jolly, I mean.” Her eyes twinkled merrily.

“Oh, well, I have fond memories of my mom reading it to us before she died.” He shrugged and scratched behind his ear. “So, that’s where the name came from. Captain Hook was my favorite character. But as far as my favorite book that I’ve ever read, it’d have to be Lord of the Rings. The world building and the history, languages, everything, just fascinate me. Now, tell me about one of your best memories growing up.”

Emma sat back and took a sip of her wine. She appeared to be lost in thought for a moment before she came back to herself. “How I found out that Ingrid was going to adopt me.” She nodded decisively. “That is without any doubt my best memory. It was my 15th birthday. I’d been with Ingrid for two months by that time. She took me, just me, to the carnival that was in town. We played carnival games, rode the rides, about made ourselves sick with cotton candy and funnel cakes. I laughed more that day than I ever had in my life.” She smiled softly, remembering.

“As the day was coming to an end, we stopped and got a hot dog from one of the vendors. When we sat down to eat, Ingrid pulled out a large catalog envelope from her bag and sat it in front of me. I knew that those kinds of envelopes contained new assignments for us foster kids. I remember my vision blurring as I realized that she was sending me away, and she must have decided to try and make me feel better by taking me to the carnival.”

Tears filled her eyes at the memory and Killian took her hand in his. “Ingrid was watching me closely to gauge my reaction and it didn’t take her long to realize that I had the wrong idea. She grabbed my hand, just like you did,” she said, nodding to their joined hands on the table, “and all but cried with me as she tried to convince me that she wanted to adopt me, not get rid of me.”

A smile broke out then as a tear escaped its confines and tracked down her cheek. Killian reached over and caught it on the pad of his thumb. She wiped the rest of her tears away with the back of her other hand. “So yeah,” she repeated, looking down, “that’s my favorite memory. The rest of the kids in the house were reassigned by the new year and the adoption was final on February 7. We still celebrate it,” she whispered.

“As well you should,” he agreed softly, willing her to look up at him. When she did, he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

She looked away, blushing. “Well, you did ask,” she murmured.

She unclasped their hands and dug into her meal. The conversation never flagged or veered into uncomfortable territory for the rest of the evening. The flirting, banter, and innuendo flowed as freely as the wine as they enjoyed the baked mackerel with new potatoes and asparagus.

When they finally finished their meal and cleaned up the kitchen, Emma turned to him with eyes wide with nervousness and hope. “Do you want to try this again?”

“Do you?” he asked. “I’m so sorry for last night, Swan,” he murmured, coming over to her and drawing her into his arms. “I mean,” he tried to explain, “I can’t say I’m truly sorry for stopping last night, for the reasons I gave you. But I certainly didn’t intend to hurt you. Or to make you think that you were anything less than completely desirable. But I also think that after the day we’ve spent together, there’s a better and stronger connection between us. And that will only make things better. Don’t you think?” he asked, the tips of his ears burning and all the hope he felt shining in his eyes.

“Yes, I do,” she agreed. She placed a finger on his lips when he opened his mouth to say more. “Shhhh,” she quieted him, “It’s not time for talking now. Let’s forget about last night and move forward.”

He nodded, drawing her finger into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the tip. His midnight blue eyes, holding all his love and desire, held hers as she drew in a sharp breath.

~*~*~

Staring into his eyes, she came to a realization. She was done. Done fighting. Done fighting against what he was asking for. Done fighting against what she wanted. She was his and he was hers. At least, she hoped he was. She rose up on her toes and drew his mouth to her own. She could still taste the Chardonnay on his lips as he traced the seam of hers with his tongue. She moaned as she granted him entrance and tangled her hands in his hair as he maneuvered her head just right to deepen the kiss. She lost all sense of space or time as he leisurely explored the recesses of her mouth and received her own in kind.

She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips as he lifted her from her feet. His hands held on to her ass as he walked them to the master suite, continuing to plunder the depths of her mouth. Their lips finally separated as he deposited her on the bed. She looked up and caught her breath at the desire that blazed in his eyes. Desire for her. She pushed herself up towards the pillows as he climbed up and hovered over her.

“I have dreamt of this so many times over the years, Swan,” he admitted, lowering himself on top of her, peppering light and teasing kisses to her jaw and neck. “Please tell me this is real, Emma. Tell me I’m not dreaming,” he murmured into her skin.

“You’re not dreaming,” she gasped, as his lips closed on her pulse point and gave a hard suck. The pleasure shot straight to her core and she could already feel the tightening coil as she writhed beneath him.

He released her with a smirk as he looked down to admire his handiwork. Soothing the area with his tongue, Emma thought she would die from his attentions before he even got her clothes off. Backing away from the edge he had already brought her to, she pulled his lips back to hers again. She felt like she could kiss him forever. The dreams didn’t hold a candle to the real thing, she thought as their tongues danced and desire flooded her.

Her hands explored his clothed chest until they worked their way under his shirt to feel the hard planes of his abdomen and pecs. She could feel Killian begin his own explorations as he slowly caressed her through her shift. She pulled his shirt over his head, whimpering when they had to break the kiss to do so. His lips crashed back to hers as his hands started working on the tie of her coverup. He rose above her as he drew the sides away from her scantily clad form. His eyes darkened even further as they roved from her face to her breasts to her center and down her long legs.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was keeping my mind out of the gutter today when you were sunning yourself on the Jolly? All that bare skin on display, kissed by the sun,” he murmured, lowering himself to her again and kissing down her neck, collar, and sternum until he reached the bottom of the bikini top where he plunged his tongue into the gap between her breasts and the flimsy pieces of fabric that kept them from his sight. Her skin was on fire as he reached behind her, untied, and removed the offensive material. “So beautiful, so perfect,” he crooned, soaking her in, “mine,” he finished, his voice nearly a growl as his tongue flicked out and swirled around the sensitive bud.

“Yes, yours,” she keened, arching into him, “all yours.”

He drew her aching nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth and she thought she might explode from the pleasure that he sent zinging through her body. His hand sought out the neglected breast as his mouth continued its sensual assault on its twin. Weighing it in his hand, his fingers circled and plucked until her nipple was a sharp peak. She could feel herself approaching the edge again as he continued his erotic ministrations. He released her breast with a pop and sent her a smouldering smirk before he pushed and held her breasts together and flicked each nipple back and forth with his tongue. The action sent her to even greater heights before he released her and continued kissing a trail down past her navel until he reached the even flimsier excuse for a cover over her most intimate place. He nosed at her covered center, inhaling deeply.

“Killian,” she moaned, “Killian, please,” she begged.

“As you wish, darling,” he whispered into her overheated skin.

He pulled the bikini bottoms down her long legs and tossed it over his shoulder as he kissed his way back up her limbs. She shivered in ecstasy as he got closer and closer to where she was wet and aching for him. He nosed at her curls and drew a finger through her soaked folds.

“All this, for me?” he asked, flicking his tongue out to taste her essence that coated his finger. He drew it fully into his mouth and shut his eyes as he moaned in appreciation. “You taste divine, Emma,” he groaned, releasing his finger with a pop. “I can’t wait to taste you properly.” He settled himself between her legs and looking up at her through his lashes, his eyes held hers. “May I?” he implored her.

Emma thought that she would explode if he didn’t put his mouth on her soon. She nodded, wordlessly before her arms gave out and she landed flat on the bed just as she felt Killian’s tongue draw a long swipe through her drenched core. She keened as she felt him plunge two fingers into her dripping center all while drawing her clit between his lips and sucking for all he was worth. She detonated with a scream of his name as her thighs clenched on either side of his head holding him to her. He brought her down slowly as she mumbled incoherently into the pillow she rested on. When she came back to herself, Killian sat on his haunches in between her legs with his cock on glorious display to her appreciative gaze. He must have removed his trunks at some point during all that.

Beckoning him forward with a sultry gaze on his splendid cock, she whispered, “My turn.”

She raised herself from where she lay on the bed and pushed against him until he was flat on his back with his head toward the foot of the king sized bed. She straddled him and ground down on his impressive length, watching as his eyes rolled in the back of his head with a long moan working its way out of his throat. He grabbed her hips and held her there as he thrust his hips into hers, creating delicious friction, but not giving them both the contact they craved.

She backed away from him until his red and weeping cock was squarely in her sights. She flicked her tongue out and caught the bead of precum that had gathered at his slit. “Mmmmm,” she hummed, “delicious.”

She looked up at him through her eyelashes and beheld her man thoroughly wrecked. His pupils were blown until only the thinnest rims of midnight blue remained, and his hair was sticking up in every direction from where she’d been grasping it.

Emma leaned forward and took him into the moist heat of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down his length, every other beat swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. She could feel herself getting wetter as she listened to his moans and pleas. She hollowed out her cheeks and gave him a good suck before releasing him with a pop. She shot him a cat-that-ate-the-canary smile before she crawled back up and claimed his mouth with her own.

She could still taste herself on his tongue as they battled for dominance. He wound his fingers in her hair as he crushed her body to his. Releasing her lips suddenly, he flipped them toward the head of the bed. She was on her back with her legs spread for him as if they had done this dance a thousand times before. Killian stared into her eyes as he settled himself in the cradle of her thighs, his cock hitting her just right. He ground his hips into hers, coating his length in the evidence of her desire. Demanding lips met hers in a passionate kiss of possession as he lined himself up at her entrance.

Wrenching her lips away from his, she peppered his scruff and neck with teasing, biting kisses as she waited for him to fill her. “Please, Killian,” she begged, “Take me now.”

“As you wish,” he choked out as he buried himself in her depths. She screamed as another blinding orgasm crashed over her. Her walls rippled along his shaft as he held himself still waiting for her to drift back to earth and join him in their mutual desire. When she opened her eyes, he began to move, holding her spellbound. She couldn’t look away from the passionate desire that burned in their cerulean depths. Her eyes fell shut after a few thrusts, relishing the feeling of him along her walls. The pleasure was too much, the tension coiled too tightly. He lifted her leg and rested it over his hip, changing the angle enough that she trembled on the edge yet again. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he reached between them and found her swollen nub.

“Come for me one more time, Emma,” he beseeched her.

She did as he bid with a silent scream and blinding white behind her eyelids. One, two, three more pumps of his hips and he joined her with a stuttering groan of her name. He pressed tender kisses into her shoulder and neck, before he claimed her lips with his own. Their heart rates started to even out as his tongue gently caressed hers. She whimpered as he rolled off of her before drawing her back into his arms.

“Sleep now, love,” he whispered in her ear, “We have all the time in the world.” He kissed her temple as she succumbed to dreams.

~*~*~

Killian woke sometime later with his arms wrapped around the woman he loved as her back was nestled against his front. He realized that, though there was nothing better than waking this way, his backside was cold. They had fallen asleep on top of the comforter, and after the sweat from their earlier exersions had evaporated, the running AC had cooled him enough now that he was wanting something between his naked skin and the air. He reached behind himself and tried to pull the comforter down enough that he could wiggle them both underneath it without waking his love. Unfortunately, even with his long arms, he wasn’t even close to the top of the comforter.

He rolled away from her and tried again, reaching for the top of the bed. Emma whimpered in her sleep and tried to snuggle back into him, reaching behind her to grab his arm and draw it over her body. She sighed contentedly when he rolled back to her, pulling the comforter down over them.

“What time is it,” she mumbled, still mostly asleep.

“I can’t tell,” he murmured into the skin behind her ear, placing a gentle kiss there. “My watch is on the nightstand and our phones are still in the kitchen.”

“Mmmmm,” she hummed, wiggling back into his arms.

She turned her head as he raised up to capture her lips with his own. He nibbled on her full lower lip before seeking entrance. She turned completely in his arms and tangled her fingers in his hair as she opened her mouth to his pillaging and plundering as if there was no tomorrow. He rolled her onto her back as his mouth commanded hers and his hands mapped the curves of her form. The low moan from the back of her throat told him that his efforts were appreciated, and with a growl of possession, his hands finally found the object of his desire where she was wet in her want of him. Her hips jerked as he sank two fingers into her welcoming heat and started the slow pumping that would bring her to ecstasy.

“There’s my Swan,” he praised, as she began riding his fingers. He watched as her face scrunched up in pleasure as she chased her release. “You are so beautiful when you come, Emma. I could watch you for hours.”

Emma tried to pull him back down to her, but he was having none of it. “Killian, please,” she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth, “I need…”

“I know what you need, darling,” he crooned, as he curled his fingers inside her just right and pressed his thumb into her swollen nub. “Come for me now, Emma,” he cajoled.

Her walls fluttered and clamped down on his digits like a vice. She let out an ecstatic moan that matched his own in length and volume before he crashed his lips into hers, prolonging her pleasure. He brought her down gently before lining himself up and sheathing himself in her scorching hot depths. They both let out a sigh of relief at being joined again so intimately before he slowly rocked into her, simply content to be one with her for a moment before his own need compelled him to move. Her own hips raised to meet him as he slowly pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back home again. Twin groans sounded the depths of their desire as they began to move together in a dance as old as time. Again and again his hips met hers as with each pass, he ground down on her clit, determined to bring her to climax with him inside her. He captured her lips with a desperate kiss when he felt her walls begin to flutter along his length. She kissed him back with an intensity that he could feel in his soul, as her arms tightened even more around him. She stiffened and moaned into his mouth as her orgasm crashed over her. The pulsing of her walls dragged him over into euphoria right along with her.

Killian continued to pump slowly into her as he felt himself start to soften. Holding her closely he buried his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply. Placing a gentle kiss on her pulse point where he had left his mark earlier, he chuckled to himself.

“What,” his lover asked, somewhat dazedly.

He raised his head to look at her. “You smell like the ocean and sunshine,” he waxed poetically. She snorted and tried to push him away.

“Ocean and fish maybe,” she grumbled. “We never showered or anything after getting home.”

He couldn’t help the surge of happiness that rose within him at her use of the word ‘home.’ She looked up at him from under her eyelashes. “I seem to remember something about a whirlpool tub. A tub that fits two?” she asked coquettishly.

He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Indeed you did, Swan.” He pressed a brief kiss into her neck, eliciting a soft moan, before untangling himself from her and rising from the bed. “I’ll go run us a hot bath.” He sauntered away from her, knowing that she was staring at his bare ass, and unable to wipe off his grin at that knowledge.

“Make sure it’s very hot,” she yelled after him. “I want my skin pink when we get out.”

“As you wish,” he bellowed over the running water. Watching the water fill the tub as he stood over it, he felt svelte and toned arms wind their way around his middle.

Emma lay her head between his shoulder blades and placed a kiss there. “How much longer,” she whined.

He smiled and turned around in her arms, circling his own behind her back. Smiling down at her, he placed a peck of a kiss on the tip of her nose. “It’ll take several more minutes to fill a tub this size. But that doesn’t mean we can’t go ahead and get in.” He released her and crossed over to the vanity in between the double sinks. Opening the drawer there, he found what he was looking for. He turned back to find Emma just stepping down into the filling tub.

“Oooooooo,” she moaned as she stepped into the hot water. She settled herself down and turned her questioning gaze upon him. “What’s that?”

“This is the remote for the jets,” he said holding up the first object in his hand. “And this,” he clicked the lighter on and reached across the tub to the candles situated in the corner, “will light the candles for us.”

After lighting them, he straightened and placed the lighter back in the drawer before dimming the lights. Returning to the tub, he placed the remote on the side, and urged Emma to sit forward so he could take his place behind her. He wedged himself between her and the back of the tub and spread his legs so that she could come back and lay on him as she had that afternoon on the Jolly. She smirked at him as he situated himself before drawing her back to rest against his chest.

“Mmmmmm,” she hummed, “I got my furry pillow back,” she teased, snuggling down into him.

He could feel his cock begin to twitch as she wiggled her hips getting herself comfortable. His arms snaked around her and his fingers began their task of memorizing all the secret places on her body that made her shiver. He lay his head back against the edge of the tub and closed his eyes as he leisurely explored all that she had to offer him.

“I guess we should turn the water off now, huh?” she asked.

“Mmmmm,” he agreed, realizing that the water came up to her chest. He heard the water cut off as his hands cupped both of her breasts, testing their weight. “You have such beautiful breasts, Swan,” he praised. “I could sit here and simply touch you all night long and never get tired of gazing at your beauty.”

He thrust his hips against her backside as she tilted hers back to meet him with a broken sigh. He continued the kneading of her soft curves, rolling and pinching her nipples until they were hard points. She whimpered when his hands left their appointed tasks. One to pull her hair away from her neck and shoulder, so that his lips and tongue could join the sensual assault, the other traveling down to the molten center of her desire. When he flicked her clit, Emma slid down lower, spreading her legs further by draping them over his. Her hips rocked into his touch as a breathy moan left her lips.

“Leave your legs where they are darling, and come back up here to me,” he whispered in her ear. Keeping her legs spread, he lifted her hips and drew her back toward him before lowering her down on his rigid member.

“Oh, God,” she breathed. He lowered his head to rest on her shoulder as he basked in the glory of being inside her again. She reached up and behind his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. He pressed light and teasing kisses to her shoulder and neck as he slowly thrust into her willing heat. “Right there, Killian,” she moaned. He thrust again, feeling her shiver in his arms.

He relished making love to Emma in this way. Every inch of his skin was covered by her. Holding her to him, buried inside her, he felt whole in a way that he never had before. He knew there was no way he would ever be able to let her go. He would go to the end of the world for her. Or time.

The tension that was slowly building between them suddenly compelled him to brand her as his, from the inside out. He couldn’t lose her. His mouth clamped down on the other side of her neck from where he had already left his mark. He sucked heat to the surface of her skin as he tightened his arms around her and thrust into her like a man possessed. Her moans of rapture and the sloshing of the water barely reached his ears.

“Emma, Emma, Emma,” he chanted with every thrust. He could feel her walls poised on the edge of orgasm, so he reached back down and flicked her swollen nub. Her walls gripped him and they fell into the abyss together.

~*~*~

As she came back to herself, she felt Killian press tender, light kisses to the area that she knew he had left a bruise. “I’m sorry, Swan,” he murmured into her skin. “I think I got a little carried away.”

She smiled a sated, easy smile, and leaned back into his chest, turning her head until she could capture his lips.“Don’t worry about it,” she admonished, sending him a smirk full of mischief. “I think I rather like being marked by you. And I’ve got a matching set,” she said, running her fingers down both sides of her neck where he had left a sizable hickey.

“Minx,” he growled playfully, turning her around and pulling her even closer to him so he could take her lips again. After a few minutes of sweet kisses and gentle touches, simply intended to enjoy the other and not arouse, she pulled away and rested her forehead against his.

“You know, baths are not that great for getting clean,” she informed him, mirth dancing in her eyes. “And there is a rather large shower over there.”

“You’re right Swan, there is,” he agreed. “Shall we adjourn to it and actually get clean?” He waggled his eyebrows at her again with a smirk on his lips.

“I think that might be a good idea,” she admitted, standing up and letting the water droplets run down her body. The look in his eyes as he stared at her gave her a feeling of power and confidence like she had never felt before. He looked at her as if there was no one in the world as beautiful and desirable as she was and it melted her heart.

Breaking his gaze, she got out of the tub and walked down the steps to the shower in the corner. She turned it on as she heard him step out of the tub behind her. Stepping in, she saw body wash, shampoo and conditioner on the built in shelves. Killian joined her and pushed her under the spray.

He filled his hand with the shampoo and gently worked the vanilla scented substance through every strand on her head. She had never felt so cared for in her life. His gentle touches as he continued his ministrations, first washing and conditioning her hair and then her skin, brought her a peace and contentment that she thought she’d never have. This man, beyond any doubt, was her soulmate.

She smiled ruefully as Killian finished rinsing the body wash from her skin. She had shared the deepest secrets of her heart with him. His acceptance and understanding without pity, was somewhat unexpected, and deepened her love for him even more. And she knew he loved her. Even if he hadn’t said the words. It was evident in every look, every touch, every kiss. She felt whole with him. He completed her. Just like M’s said.

Turning to him, she raised up on her toes and kissed him with all the love in her heart. When they broke apart, several minutes later, they were both panting heavily. Without words, she filled her hand with the shampoo and massaged it through his raven locks. She washed his hair as his lips nibbled everywhere he could reach. “How am I supposed to wash your hair when you are doing that?” she asked.

“Not my problem, Swan,” he murmured into her skin. “How am I supposed to control myself when you’re standing there all naked and wet and tantalizing? Hmmmm?” He continued to kiss and nose along her jawline until she pushed him under the spray to rinse his hair and body and sank to her knees in front of him. He had denied her request to ravish him while he was attending to her, but now that she had her turn ministering to him, she could do exactly what she wanted to.

She wasted no time diving right in, swallowing him down until he hit the back of her throat. Looking up at him through her lashes, she saw his head thrown back against the tiles, the chords on his neck standing out as she bobbed up and down. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as she continued her efforts. She gripped his base with one hand while the other fondled his balls. The unintelligible litany that poured from him made her smile around him as she felt his balls tighten under her assault. He tried to pull her off him as his member started to throb in her mouth.

“Emma, Emma, I’m gonna…” He exploded into her mouth with a long groan. She swallowed every drop and then licked his slit to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Leaving a parting kiss to his tip, she rose to her feet. Reaching behind him she turned off the shower while he recovered.

She let out a squeal when he unexpectedly pulled her into his arms and planted a firm kiss to her swollen lips. “You are a wonder, Swan,” he breathed. “And now, I think it’s time that we make use of that bed. For sleeping,” he asserted, with a finger to her lips as she sent him a saucy look.

After toweling off, they blew out the candles, turned out the lights, and crawled back into the bed. As she drifted off to sleep with the arms of the man she loved around her, she knew that she could never let him go. Her heart was in this for the long haul. She determined that she was going to take this week and think about what came next when they returned to Dallas.

[themadlostgirl]

NDY AU (8)

*Last part of this mini fic! Basically catches up to where we left our lovebirds in the first part. Gonna finish the requests I got and then new story is live!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language, smut

Over the next several days Peter was by my side as I recovered from my concussion. I had to take shorter days at school and all my babysitting gigs had been cancelled so I could rest. I couldn’t do much to entertain myself since almost everything seemed to trigger my concussion again.

Peter would bring me my homework from school and then do it himself since he said I shouldn’t be overexerting my brain that way. He also read to me since focusing on reading myself hurt too much. He’d sit with me in my room and read a few chapters before my parents came home and kicked him out of the house.

Mom and dad were tolerating Peter for the most part at the moment. They weren’t thrilled and dad was barely speaking to me since I refused to stop seeing Peter but it was a start. Mom wasn’t too pleased either but was kinder to Peter than dad was. Usually letting him finish the chapter he was reading me or offering him a snack before kicking him out.

I think seeing how devoted Peter was to staying by me and taking care of me while I was hurt helped them see how serious this relationship was. Not enough for them to approve but I think that after some more time they’ll be willing to reconsider.

After my concussion was gone life went back to normal. School, babysitting, homework, a few dates with Peter, and tense dinners at home. It was after another one of these awkward family meals where I barely ate anything so I could get out of there quickly that I stayed up trying to get Peter to answer my texts. Just when I was about to give up and go to bed the little shit finally answers me and lo and behold he was waiting in my backyard.

I snuck out of the house with him and we ran down to the beach where a beautiful picnic was set up for us in the sand. We sat and talked and laughed as the night went on. Then things took a surprising turn when I accidentally let slip a mention of sex. I didn’t regret it though. Not a bit.

“I love you and I trust you.” I took held Peter’s face in my hands, “That’s all I need to know.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he kissed me deeply. And with that one kiss, that confession that he loved me too, my decision was cemented.

“Peter,” I took his hand in mine.

“Yes precious?” he asked. His eyes flickering in the lamp light.

“Will you make love to me?” My face was burning but I was never more sure about anything.

“That’s what you want?”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he stared at me nervously.

“Scared to have sex with me, Petey?” I teased.

“Never. Just don’t want to mess it up. I don’t even know how to start this.”

“You’ve never…?”

“Never. You’re my only.” he brought me closer and kissed me again. His one arm locked around my lower back while the other wound into my hair.

“You’re off to a good start,” I whispered against his lips.

We seperated for a moment and I slid my pajama top off. I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath and crossed my arms over my chest. Partly because I was self-conscious but also because it was kinda cold out here. Peter kept on staring at me with wide eyes.

“Care to join club naked or keep staring?”

“Sorry.” he quickly took off his own shirt. Oh wow...is this the first time I’ve seen him shirtless? I would definitely remember such a nice sight.

I shimmied out of my pajama pants next and waited as Peter stumbled to tug off his jeans. There we were sitting on a blanket in only our underwear and the both of us too nervous to take the next step. A breeze off the sea made me shiver.

“Are you cold?” Peter shuffled closer to me and drew me into his arms. His fingers tickled along my spine. He kissed me so that my body flooded with warmth all over.

“Not anymore.” I murmured against his lips. I ran my hands over the soft ridges of his muscles. “Peter…”

“What my pet?” he whispered in a deep, almost hungry, voice, “What do you need?”

“You.” I answered breathless, “I need you…I need to know this is real.”

“If you wish it,”

There was no pretense. Both his hands were in my hair pushing our faces together. Our teeth clattered together but neither of us cared. He left my lips to my neck kissing my heated flesh.

“Love you,” he murmured against my skin. He moved his attentions lower down my collar bone to the valley between my breasts. Swiping his tongue against the sensitive peak of my hardened nipple. “My beautiful girlfriend, love you so much…”

“I love you too,” My voice came out in a breathy moan. My fingers were threaded through his hair. “More than you can know.”

He left my chest to find my lips once more. I could feel his dick poking close to my sex. Close enough that I could feel it but so little friction that it only furthered the ache between my thighs.

I slid my hands to his ass pushing him closer so that he ground against me. “Fuck!” he growled against my neck.

Peter reached both of his hands down to my butt taking hold and hoisting me up around his waist. The hard ridge of flesh between us met me at a new angle and I bucked against him wanting more. Needing more.

“P-Peter,” I wrapped myself tighter around him, “Peter, please...ah...need...I need--” I was cut off by my own strangled moans.

“I know…” Peter was having trouble speaking too, “I know what you need.”

He laid me down against the blanket and hovered above me. Without his body against me the chill night air started to set in against my naked flesh. “Come back, warmth.” I whined.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful. I had to take it all in.” he laid himself flat atop me. The feel of his warm and solid body made me shiver for an entirely new reason.

“You are such a sap.” I giggled. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

“Keep teasing me,” he bumped his nose against mine, “see where it gets you.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat cause teasing you so far has gotten you naked on top of me. Try again.”

He rolled his eyes and kissed my nose. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know.” I pulled him down for a deeper kiss. “I know.”

“Wait!” he shot up and I groaned again.

“What is it now?” I couldn’t take how anxious this was making me. If he keeps shying away I am just going to pin him down and take control of the situation myself.

“I don’t have any protection.” he frowned.

“I’m on the pill dummy.” I answered. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him back to me. “Although I am relieved that you showed concern for not having a condom.”

“I love you, Y/N, but I don’t want to be a dad just yet.”

“Nor I a mother.” I kissed him. “We good?”

“We’re perfect.” He kissed me again and we relaxed once more as we reclined against the blanket.

Nothing else mattered then. We weren’t scared of what we were doing or the chance that someone may come across us boning on the beach. It was just us and nothing could touch us. I held Peter close and whispered to him to take me. I wanted this. I needed this. Now if only he would do it.

He claimed my mouth again before pushing into me. It didn’t hurt like I was expecting it to. Maybe that really was just a myth that chastity conscious people spread to deter girls from sex.

When he lay fully in me we stayed still simply breathing each other in. A sense of relief and contentment cutting through the stench of sex and breaking the tension between us.

It was only now that I felt him trembling. My name pleading hot and hushed from his lips. “Y/N...Y/N…”

I smoothed my hands down his back. “Peter, look at me. I’m here.” I assured him, “I’m right here. Right where I should be.”

“With me?”

“For as long as you’ll have me.” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

A small smirk tugged at his mouth. “And if I say eternity?”

“Then eternity it is.” I peppered kisses over his face, down his neck and to his shoulders.

He rolled his hips slowly, pulling out and sinking back into me again as we found our rhythm. It was surprisingly easy. It was like our bodies knew exactly what they were doing already. Every touch and caress. Every tiny sweet spot pressed until we were both a moaning mess.

The entire time there were hushed pretty words whispered in my ear. Stay. Together. Beautiful. Forever.

Forever with him. It seemed a wonderful idea.

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