It was late at night and J and I were finally home. We had been at his club discussing a heist and the night ended with a small heist. We robbed a jewelry shop and I had teased J a lot. I ‘accidentally’ brushed against his cock and I said dirty things innocently. I had no idea why but I got a thrill from it.
Now we were in our bedroom and he was getting undressed. I was going to go and wash my make-up off but he didn’t let me off the hook so easily. ‘’What was your behaviour today?’’ He asked me and gave me a dark glare. A shiver ran down my spine as I faced him, seeing his green hair that was a bit messy now.
‘‘What do you mean?’‘ I batted my lashes at him and pouted my lips. That made him growl and he threw his gloves away. I flinched because I didn’t expect him to get this angry with me.
“Oh do you think it’s fucking fair to do that” J asked me with a raspy voice. His pupils dilated and made his pretty blue eyes appear dark and cold. “Do what?” I asked him rather innocently. I played with a strand of my hair as I watched my nearly naked boyfriend stand up.
He didn’t answer me which was either because he was angry or because he thought the answer was obvious. My nerves tangled up as J walked into our walk-in closet. His muscles were tense and he seemed a bit mad at me.
I didn’t need to be alone too long. He came back with a purple box in his strong arms. I watched as he put it on his nightstand before he joined me back in bed. “J what’s in there?” I asked him quietly. He chuckled at me and then he opened the box. I still didn’t see inside it so obviously I grew curious. It also made me a bit nervous.
“Kitten I know you like playing games since you’re always playing with me..” J started and grabbed something from the box. I gulped as he continued. “Now it’s my turn to play with you. I’ll punish you for being so damn naughty,turning me on in the middle of business and all” he let me know and that’s when I knew what that box was. In his hands I saw a pink, fluffy collar.
‘‘Put it on’‘ He told me and handed it to me. Since I had been naughty all day, I decided to push my luck. ‘‘No’‘ I snarled and covered it with a smirk. J seemed surprised by my answer. He crawled close to me and then pushed my head against the soft pillows. Before I knew what was going on, he wrapped his strong arm around my throat. I just smiled at my angry J.
‘‘You dare say no to me?’‘ He growled angrily. ‘‘Sorry Daddy’‘ I giggled a bit. He choked me a little bit and gave me a warning gaze. ‘‘You’re not sorry yet’‘ He said deeply and then laughed. As he let go of my throat, he wrapped the collar around me. I couldn’t help but to think of everything else he had in that box.
J grabbed a chain leach and attached it to me and the bed. I couldn’t leave our bed. I watched as he got up and he started searching for something else. ‘’What’s that box for?’’ I asked him innocently. ‘’Toys’’ I got a short reply. I couldn’t help but to get turned on. I wanted to touch him but I couldn’t get close to him.
‘‘Play with me daddy’‘ I encouraged him. He had a boner that I couldn’t wait to get to. ‘‘Maybe later but I need to punish you first’‘ J let me know. That’s when he grabbed a whip with a leather handle. I gulped as I looked at it in his strong arm. I’ve been very bad to deserve this.
‘‘You’re not smiling anymore. What’s the matter?’‘ J teased me while getting back to me. I just stared at the whip and tried to think how bad I’ve been. ‘‘I just..um’‘ I mumbled and then shut up. J laughed and grabbed my by my collar, dragging me above his legs with my ass in the air. It was the perfect position to punish me. For now, he was rubbing my bum with his hand.
‘‘I’ll make sure you’re sorry kitten’‘ He said seriously. Then he hooked his finger into my panties and started dragging them off.I helped him a bit by moving my legs. ‘‘You’re wet. Do you enjoy being under control hm? ‘‘ He asked me a question. His voice got raspier as he got hornier.
I opened my mouth to reply but I couldn’t. He whipped my bum and I screamed out in surprise. Then I squeezed the sheets hard because it stung. J laughed at me and then whipped me again. I cried out in pain but damn I loved it. ‘’You’ve been so bad..’’ J told me angrily. ‘’I’m so- Ah!’’ I whimpered as he whipped my sore bum once again. ‘’You’re not sorry you little slut’’ He growled and whipped me harder. I gritted my teeth and felt a tear rolling down my face. I couldn’t help but to get wetter tho.
‘‘Your pussy is glistening. Are you enjoying your punishment, huh?’‘ Joker asked me dangerously. I nodded a small nod for him. It made him whip me again. I flinched and cried out in both pain and pleasure.
‘‘Punishments aren’t supposed to be enjoyed’‘ He let me know darkly.Then he used his hand, spanking my ass hard and I heard it echo in our room. I groaned and hid my face in the covers. J wanted to see my face so he grabbed my collar and dragged me up so I was supporting myself with my arms.’‘Keep your eyes at me’‘ He demanded and I wouldn’t dare not to listen.
I looked directly into his dark blue eyes as he smacked me with his hand again. A couple tears rolled down my face but I smiled. ‘’I’m so sorry..daddy’’ I whimpered after his spanking. My ass was sore and it stung but damn it was worth it. He hummed and then rubbed my bum with his hand, calming the skin down.
‘‘Naughty naughty naughty..what will I do to you?’‘ He thought out loud. I didn’t answer because he was obviously going to punish me and whatever I said was too mild. Suddenly he got up and grabbed the box. ‘‘Say a number’‘ He told me while looking into the box. It made me curious again. ‘‘six’‘ I said a random number and tried to get closer, but the collar would choke me if I did.
J laughed and picked something out of the box. It was a black vibrator. ‘’I know just what to do with you’’ He let me know and then met my eyes. I was both excited and nervous now. J wasn’t mild with punishments. ‘’Get on your back’’ He told me while grabbing some other things as well. I did as he told me and rested against my pillows. I needed to feel him so all this waiting made me impatient.
I heard chains as I waited here. Then I felt the cold metal against my ankles. ‘’What are you doing?’’ I asked him and looked down. ‘’Watch me’’ He replied darkly and chained my ankles to the bed post. He even put a pole between my legs so I couldn’t close them. I almost moaned because this turned me on so much. I was naked and tied down to the bed. Joker could do anything to me. Just the thought made me wet for him.
‘‘You’re so beautiful’‘ He purred as he started to tie my arms to the bed. I bit my bottom lip and smiled. ‘‘Too bad I need to punish you. If you were a good girl..’‘ He started and tugged the chains to make sure I couldn’t escape. Then he got really close to my face, holding my jaw with his arm. ‘‘..I wouldn’t need to punish you like this’‘ He finished his sentence and sent tingles in a low place.
‘‘What could be so bad?’‘ I asked him. J smirked and grabbed the vibrator. Then he turned it on and the buzzing sound made me even more excited. I tried to arch my back, but he tied me down so well that I couldn’t move. J placed the vibrator on my clit and I gasped because it felt so good.
‘‘Ah J’‘ I moaned and tried to get more friction. He looked at me darkly and then let go of the vibrator. It still touched my clit and I couldn’t move so it would fall. I was holding back moans but it was hard. The friction on my needy clit felt fucking amazing.
‘‘I hope you’ll enjoy yourself’‘ J said mysteriously. I gained my strength to ask him something. ‘‘What?’‘ I breathed out heavily. It sucked that I couldn’t move but the pleasure was so great. I felt helpless in a good way. ‘‘I know how girls need their space. I thought I could go and grab a drink and maybe see what’s on tv’‘ J let me know evilly. My eyes widened as I stared at my boyfriend.
‘‘Wait- J’‘ I tried to speak without moaning. He turned around and started walking out of our room. ‘‘J!’‘ I screamed and then moaned loudly. ‘‘I’ll be back in less than an hour’‘ He yelled and then left me all alone. I was already close to an orgasm and I couldn’t take the vibrator off. I held onto the chains and then I tried to hold back my orgasm.
Y/N had been alone, tortured by pleasure for already 40 minutes.She was screaming my name and then crying out in pure pleasure. I was listening to her while watching TV. Honestly, her sexual sounds were more interesting. Yes I was horny and I couldn’t wait to fuck her, but I was having too much fun.
Finally, I thought she had enough of it. I walked back into our bedroom and saw her. Y/N’s cheeks were red, tears had ruined her makeup and her lips were plump. It even looked like she had squirted. ‘’J.. p-p-please’’ She whimpered tiredly. I noticed that she was trembling a bit. ‘’Are you sorry?’’ I asked her just to be a tease. She cried out and nodded.
‘‘I need to hear it’‘ I growled and ran my hand up and down my stomach, tingling her a little bit. ‘‘Yes! I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please take it..off’‘ She legit screamed to me. That’s when I grabbed the vibrator and turned it off. Although I took it away, she was still trembling a little bit. Her breath was shaky and she kept moaning lightly.
‘‘Oh kitten’‘ I cooed and then started freeing her from the bed, starting with her ankles. I couldn’t help but to notice how fucking wet she was. As her legs were free, I got between her legs. I knew her pussy was sensitive but I knew she liked it. ‘‘J what are you doing?’‘ Y/N breathed out a bit weakly. I grabbed her legs tightly and got closer to her throbbing cunt. ‘‘Tasting what I got’‘ I replied and then licked her juices and attached my mouth to her clit. It made her moan really loudly and I liked it.
‘‘J..oh shit’‘ Y/N gasped while I started eating her. She was squirming beneath my touch and it boosted my ego. ‘‘You’re such a dirty slut you know that, right? First you come multiple times and now you’re letting me eat your pussy’‘ I started talking dirtily. While I used my mouth to speak, I pushed two fingers inside her warm walls.
‘‘Mmh daddy I’m such a bad girl’‘ She breathed out. I fingerfucked her tight little hole harder and loved her facial expressions while I pleasured her. ‘‘You’re a slut, my little whore’‘ I growled darkly. It made her moan. ‘‘Say it baby’‘ I told her and took out my fingers. I had to feel her the real way. I couldn’t wait no more.
‘‘I’m a dirty whore daddy. But I’m all yours’‘ She whimpered to me. ‘‘Good. Only I can touch you like this’‘ I reminded her while getting in position. I placed the tip of my cock on her entrance and then pushed my length inside of her. Y/N gasped and she looked like she saw stars. Damn all this teasing and punishing her got her really wet. Her warm walls hugged my cock tightly, making it feel magical.
‘‘Fuck me J’‘ She encouraged me. We were both hungry for friction. I didn’t need to be told that twice. I started pounding myself into her. It felt fucking amazing. ‘‘You’re still so tight’‘ I grunted deeply. I could hear our skin slapping together as I fucked her.
‘‘You feel so fucking good daddy’‘ Y/N gasped as I hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she kept tugging the chains that held her arms. She desperately wanted to touch me but it was a part of her punishment. I leaned down and started kissing her neck while I rammed myself into her hard.
She was a moaning mess underneath me. I bit her skin so there would be marks on her later. ‘’You take me so fucking good’’ I purred to her. As I kept pounding in and out of her tightness, I noticed that she was getting close. So was I.
I took advantage of the signs and I used all my strength to push her closer to an edge. Y/N gritted her teeth together but it didn’t stop her from moaning. I started breathing heavily as pleasure grew more intense. ‘’I’m gonna..J I’m gonna cum’’ Y/N screamed. ‘’Cum for me kitten’’ I told her and squeezed her tits. All the pleasure mixed together and pushed Y/N over the edge. Her walls tightened around me as she came. Y/N gasped and started cursing as her orgasm took over her.
That’s when I pulled out.I grabbed my cock and jerked off to finish myself. Finally, I felt pleasure taking over my senses. I growled as my cum shot landed on Y/N. Now I felt like I saw stars. It was overwhelming.
I just watched as my cum covered Y/N’s chest and man, it was a sexy sight. She was panting yet she kept a smile on her pretty face. I freed her arms and took off her collar. Then I finally lied down and caught my breath after such a good night. ‘’I’m dirty J’’ Y/N whispered into my ear. Her hand was on my stomach and she traced the outlines of my muscles. I looked into her eyes. There was a sparkle in hers.
‘‘What will you do about that?’‘ I breathed out. Suddenly she wiped some of the cum off of her with her finger. I watched closely as she brought it to her lips and then licked it off like a good girl. ‘‘Dirty girl’‘ I chuckled. ‘‘You taste so good daddy’‘ Y/N purred happily and finished cleaning herself.
‘‘If you keep calling me that, I might have to take you up for round two’‘ I warned her. I doubt neither of us would actually mind that..
I know everyone talks about how Steve is an artist and went to art school but I truly believe that Tony is an artist too. I’m not talking about artist in a creator sense but as a designing and drawing kind of way.
I mean does one look at how wonderfully drawn the Mark-1 designs are in IM1? They are so detailed and intricate and the only person who could have drawn them is him. To validate that Yinsen asks Tony what all the papers are and he puts them together to show Yinsen the Mark-1 suit.
Plus he probably needed a way to design and create the objects in his head as a genius kid and might not have all the tools yet so he took to pen and paper and taught himself the skill to draw out intricate designs and learn how art, perspectives and proportions work so that he can create a base idea of how the invention is going to look.
So we fast forward to when the Avengers all live in the tower together and Steve visits Tony everyday and sketches or does paperwork while just being in the presence of the genius. Tony always asks to see Steve’s art with great enthusiasm. Steve always obliges because who is he to deny Tony anything really.
It became routine that Steve was the artist and Tony the inventor but one day when Steve falls asleep on the couch. Tony gets a bit of a roadblock in his inventing and needs a bit of stress relief. Trying to stay away from bad habits and is a bit tired of playing with his bots (daddy needs some alone time okay?) he notices Steve’s sketchbook laying on his chest. Carefully Tony plucks the book from Steve and opens to a new page and begins to doodle in the notebook. Once he finishes he doesn’t think to remove the sketches because it’s Steve he knows everything and Tony doesn’t really think about it much after putting the sketchbook back where he got it from.
Later Steve is going through his pad to find a page filled with art sketches that are completely in a different style than his own making him sure that he was not the one to draw this. He begins to wonder who in the world took his pad to draw in when he realized that all the sketches were of the workshop and there is only one other person who knows the place so intricately as him: Tony Stark. At this point he is flabbergasted at the fact that not only is Tony an outstanding artist but also the fact that it never occurred to him that Tony might be when he was a genius creator and inventor.
Steve carefully extracts the sketches from his notebook and finds a frame to put them in and hangs it in his room. He thinks it’s special and he wants to cherish it but he’s also possessive and selfish enough to not want to share this part of Tony with anyone.
It was in that moment when he finally placed the sketches on his wall besides his window that he wants to be with Tony. That this man was perfect for him. They already do what most couples do except the romantic parts of the relationship and Steve could imagine waking up in the morning and drawing a naked sleeping Tony tangled in their bedsheets.
So after getting a pep talk from both Sam and Natasha, because those two have been smacking him around to actually go ask the other man out, Steve asks Tony to go to a paint session with him in his art studio one flow above the workshop and order take-in.
They spend their first date painting each other Tony deciding to go more abstract while Steve goes more literal and having fun while drinking expensive wine (Tony drinks cranberry juice because he wants to get alcohol out of his life) and just having fun.
At the end they reveal the paintings and Steve loved the painting Tony did of him and vise versa but this is the first time Tony has ever actually showcased his art skills and is taken aback at how positively happy Steve is with his piece. He tries to down play it but Steve just glares at Tony hotly before deciding to hang it up on the wall of his favorite art pieces.
Tony placed Steve’s next to it and that is how art Thursdays become a monthly thing for them.
Bonus: on their wedding day they made everyone including themselves wear white and started a paint war completely ruining their suits but later after they have come back from their honey moon they find them encased in glass in Steve’s studio with a plank on each one says:
It’s not mother’s day where I come from, but since it is in a shitload of countries…Well, I wrote something with the batfamily about it (I wrote it in litteraly 10 minutes, writing as words came to my mind, and didn’t proof read, sorry if there’s mistakes, and if it’s meh). Hope you’ll like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think, feedbacks are always appreciated :
It was 6 am when they came back from patrol. As usual, they found you asleep in Bruce’s giant chair, in front of the batcomputer, waiting for them to come back.
You would usually wake up at the sound of their arrival, however today, you were in a deep slumber…You had quite a difficult and busy week. Bruce, knowing that, stopped Damian from waking you up.
He couldn’t blame the boy though. He was too excited…it was his first “Mother’s Day” after all. Damian annoyed his brothers all night, asking for advice about what he was suppose to do on that day, and once he understood the purpose of it, got really excited about showing you how much you meant to him…But right now, you needed your sleep.
To be honest, they all needed sleep. It could wait a few hours.
Raising you delicately in his arms, Bruce took you back to the master’s bedroom. You didn’t stir when he laid you in bed, and you didn’t even react to the sound of him taking a shower. When he slipped in bed, you went to snuggle against him, but he realized that it was more a reflex than you being awake, and with a small smile on his face, he wrapped his arms around you and soon, he was asleep too.
The smell of eggs and bacon is what woke you up. And Bruce’s groans.
You opened one eye, and then the other, slowly, sleep still fogging your vision a bit. You weren’t sure what were those four forms at the end of your bed…
-I sure hope you guys aren’t naked under the cover, cause that’s a sight I don’t wanna see right after waking up.
three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want
juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole,
squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something?
Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”
Hinata balks, waving his hands in
the space between them to shut Kageyama up.
“No, oh my god. I
don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just
got this, and I’m super excited about it.”
This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it
flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a
little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.
“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I
thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff
I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”
Kageyama blinks down at the wad of
“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata
nods, frantic. “A list of what?”
She was hopelessly in love with him, anybody who witnessed them together was able to spectate this. Y/N was completely infatuated with Fred Weasley. Their interactions had began in their first year; Fred and George found her alone in her carriage on the train to Hogwarts, so they sat with her and started a strong friendship from the start. It was continued when all three of them were sorted into Gryffindor house. The three of them did all sorts together; their usual antics often included pranking other students of Hogwarts with sweets like puking pastilles. Fred and George acted as her brothers and protected her during everything. In their second year when she joined the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, they saved her from falling off her broom simultaneously. Whenever people from the other houses were horrible to her, they would immediately step in and hex them to make them apologise for the way they treated her.
It was this that made her believe that at least one of them would ask her to the Yule Ball in their sixth year. George was the first to get a date, he took another Gryffindor girl who’s name Y/N was not familiar with. She dwelled on the thought of going with Fred to the Yule Ball, as she was always slightly closer with him than she was George. George often teased her, saying that she had feelings for Fred. Obviously flustered, she would always blush and deny it, claiming to love Fred “as a brother”. Of course, nobody believed this. It didn’t take a genius to realise how different she acted whenever Fred was around. She didn’t fake her personality at all, but she was a lot more happier and her spirits were always a lot lighter than whenever he was around. Fred never seemed to notice; he always threw his arm around her shoulder and called her his sister, which is what made her hush her feelings away and keep them hidden.
There were just two weeks before the ball. Y/N had purchased her dress in preparation for if somebody asked her. Plenty of people had asked her but she had politely declined, for she only wanted one person to ask her; Fred Weasley. George had noticed and had been dropping hints to him, but he wasn’t understanding any of it. She didn’t understand why he didn’t want to go with her. They had always been so close and friendly, surely he would want to go as friends at least. It wasn’t until later on that evening that she had realised. Y/N was in group study with Fred and George. Hermione, Harry and Ron were sat on the other side of the tabl. Whilst she worked, Fred and George were passing notes to Ron. Then it happened. Fred threw a paper ball to Angelina, who looked over. He asked her silently, to which she agreed, and then he flashed a smug, victorius look with Ron. Hermione glanced up to the girl, watching her stop writing and stare down at the parchment in which she was writing on. Her quill fell into the inkpot after she had finished her last sentence. She handed her book to Professor Snape and quickly headed out of the session, hoping that she wouldn’t bump into anybody on the way up to the common room.
Sulking. That’s all she did for a good week. She sulked because of Fred Weasley. She didn’t go out with them as much, and she didn’t walk to lessons with them. She didn’t go to eat with them, she didn’t sit with them in the common room. She was humiliated. Y/N was never one to be embarrassed, but she couldn’t help but be after she thought that Fred would actually ask her. She agreed to go with Cormac McLaggen- a pompous boy whomst she could not stand, but it was better than going with nobody. The news travelled fast about this. Everybody knew that she didn’t like him and so they were confused. Only a few people found the situation humourous; Fred and George.
“So, we’ve heard something,” George chuckled, sitting on the sofa next to Y/N. She stops reading her book and looks up to him, a singular eyebrow raised.
“Cormac McLaggen, really? I don’t think you could have chose a more slimy git,” Fred laughed, sitting the other side of her and ruffling her hair. The girl slammed her book in annoyance, fixing her hair and standing up, causing an uneven weight in the sofa and consequently ending up in the twins bumping into one another. Both had confused looks on their faces as they looked up at the girl.
“Actually, I could have.” she seethed, narrowing her eyes at the two boys in front of her. “I could have went with either of you two. But considering neither of you asked me, making me look like an idiot, I decided to go with Cormac.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Fred frowned, leaning forward and making eye contact with the angry girl in front of him.
“What’s gotten into me? I cannot believe you asked me that, Fred! I- You-!” she ran her hands through her long hair, taking her book and her bag and walking up to the girls dormitories. She sat on her bed for a long time, reminiscing on what just happened and contemplating going back downstairs and apologising to them both. However, she decided upon staying where she was, as she was angry at both of the boys for not taking her. The door to the girls dormitory opened, and there stood Hermione.
“Y/N,” she whispered, looking at the girl on the bed. She rolled over to look at Hermione who had a sympathetic look on her face. “I understand that you’re upset. But it isn’t the boy’s faults. Well- it is. However Fred doesn’t know you like him.”
“How do you know?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide as she stared at Hermione with curiousity and concern.
“It’s obvious that you do. Never mind about that. It’s too late to get Fred to go to the dance with you now, you’re stuck with McLaggen. At the dance, speak to Fred about how you feel. He’s a joker, but he’ll take your feelings into deep consideration. And, who knows? He might even feel the same.”
The Yule Ball. A dance in which all Hogwarts students were required to attend. Cormac greeted Y/N at the bottom of the staircase and kissed her hand, holding it in his own as he showed her off. She looked immaculate; her dress was beautiful and flowy, a slight lemon colour, which fit her complexion beautifully. Her hair was tied back into a messy bun and small ringlets hung loose at the front. She was wearing a touch of makeup, and half of the room couldn’t keep their eyes from her. Cormac smiled with pride; he knew that he was the one who she said yes to. He truly believed that she waited for him to ask so that she could accept his proposal. It was stupid. Fred was another male who was proud. He had watched the girl grow from a small, quiet girl on the Hogwarts Express six years ago, and now she was waiting to dance. She looked beautiful.
“Stop staring Freddie,” George whispered as he nudged his brother’s arm to distract his attention from his beautiful best friend stood just metres away from them.
“How am I supposed to stop? She looks-”
“Beautiful. However, you have a date with Angelina. There can’t be any other girls involved- you’ll ruin Angelina’s night.” George nodded knowingly to him before walking into the Great Hall with his date. Fred took one more final glance before too making his way into the Hall with Angelina.
After a couple of dances, most students sat out for the rest of the night, sharing drinks and chatting with their groups of friends. Cormac kept begging Y/N for a dance, but she politely declined, as she needed to speak to Fred. Cormac, was not understanding this. He tried to emotionally blackmail her into going with him, and she recognised this immediately. She rinsed Cormac with her pumpkin juice and slammed her glass down on the table, making her way over to the twins.
“Fred. A word.” She grabbed Fred’s arm, dragging him outside. He hardly had any time to regain his composure. “I have no idea how to say this, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I really like you, Fred. I’ve been so off recently because I was hoping either you or George would ask me to the dance, even as friends, considering we were all so close . However, when neither of you did, I got jealous and I’m sorry. I understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore.”
Fred stood still a second, letting her words sink in. After a moment, he looked at her, a huge beam painted onto his lips.
“You really like me?”
“I have for a while, Fred.”
“Go out with me? I’ll make it amazing. Please, we can go to Hogsmeade or something sweet like that.” Fred was rambling over his words and Y/N nearly died of awe at how cute he was. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and pressed her lips to his softly, smiling as she did so.
A/N: I saw the photo on the right on my feed and noticed it look similar to Cody’s pic on the left so I made this lol enjoy x
Warnings: SMUT,FLUFF,Swearing,unprotected sex (wrap it up guys),m+f oral
It was currently half past 1 in the morning I was trying to make my way through the sweaty bodies rubbing against each other and the bright lights. The music was blasting and I need more alcohol, I finally reached the kitchen refilling my red solo cup with more vodka. I lost my best friend sometime around 11;30 and 12 haven’t heard from her since but whatever I’m having a great time I said sarcastically like honestly I’m not this party sucks.
Prompt: Y/N has always been a student at Hogwarts but has gone through her years practically unnoticed by anyone that caught her eye. This year, she expects that to change. Instead of shoving her nose between the pages of books someone will be begin to take quite the interest in her. Watch her finish off her last year of schooling while fucking around with guys along the way.
Warnings?: Smut, DRUGS, alcohol, cursing
A/N: sorry this took me forver to put out and write, i’ve been having writers block lately. ANYWAY, I just finished this about five minutes ago and haven’t read over it too thoroughly so there might be a few mistakes. Much love and keep requesting :))))
Why do I do what I do? Merlin, I fucking hate myself. One minute I am collected, and the next i’m off the chain, what the hell is going on with me?
I don’t like him, I don’t
Yet, I crave him so much
But maybe it’s not a want
It’s a need.
I bloody need him.
I want to feel him once again, but this time I want him to remember, I want him to remember.
All night these dastardly thoughts have been racing through my head, the night me and Sirius shared resides in the darkest parts of my memories, for I shouldn’t even dare to remember at all, yet I do, I keep thinking about it, and it just makes me want it more and more.
When I awoke I had a massive headache, my eyes could barely open because of the bright sunlight shining in on me. I twitched slightly, too tired to pull the covers over my head.
“Morning.” Lily said.
I peered over to her, she was sitting on her bed, a cup of tea nestled in between her hands, and a pair of sunglasses placed on her nose.
“Need some?” She questioned, referencing to her sunglasses. “S’quite bright in here.”
I sat up slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose.
“What the hell happened last night?” I asked, looking down at a set of lingerie lying on the floor.
“Well, we got drunk, and I mean bloody drunk,” She said, getting excited. “I brought some of my favorite muggle alcohol and you and I finished them off.”
“Me and you finished off two bottles of…” I looked down at the floor reading the labels on the front of the glass. “Jack Daniels?”
Lily got quiet all of the sudden, looking down into her mug.
“Lily…” I pressed. “Who else was with us?”
She stayed quiet, still looking longingly into her mug.
“Just James, and Remus and Peter…” She said half-heartedly.
“You’re telling me Remus drank hard liquor? Because we both know good and well he doesn’t drink hard liquor.”
“…And Sirius.” She said quietly, sounding ashamed.
“And Sirius!” I laughed sarcastically, getting angry.
“Lily,” I questioned.” “What the hell happened last night?”
the night before…
“He did what!” Lily whisper yelled at me, dragging me into the corner.
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms protectively.
“How many times do I have to say it. I started freaking out, then I leant up and kissed him.”
Lily scoffed, not knowing what to say.
“What?” I yelled. “It’s not like I haven’t kissed him before!”
“Y/N…” She sighed. “This is different, you were…you were…”
“Lucid? Yeah I know.”
She eyed me up and down, flashing me a quizzical look.
“You don’t like him… do you?”
I got choked up, my air catching in my throat
“Pshh… What, me? Like Sirius? Haha, of course not!” I said, trying to play it off, but the thoughts inside my head were contradicting everything I was saying.
She raised her brow at me and shook her head as we walked into the common room, running into James and Remus.
“Oi, where are you two off to?” James asked, pulling Lily into a hug.
“Just going upstairs, a long day it’s been.” Lily replied, rummaging her head into his neck.
“What she said.” I added.
“Are you guys not going to the party tonight?” Remus asks, smiling at me.
“Party?” I asked. “What party?”
“Just a house party for Gryffindor’s, maybe a few Hufflepuff’s.” Remus added.
I scoffed, biting my lip instinctively.
“No Slytherins?” I asked.
“Merlin no, definitely not. Sirius made it very clear he didn’t want them here.”
James coughed and nudged Remus’ side, I guess that was something he wasn’t supposed to say. Me and Lily looked at each other suspiciously and waltzed up the stairs to our room.
“What are you wearing?” Lily yelled to me from the bathroom.
I couldn’t find anything I wanted to wear in my wardrobe despite the countless dresses and denim I had all lined up.
“Not sure yet.” I added.
She walked out of the bathroom, sliding in an earring, her hair freshly curled and bouncing along with each step.
“Let me look.” She said, pushing me out of the way and searching my wardrobe.
Then it caught her eye, the light pink, holographic dress. It was tight up top and flared out at the bottom, quite skimpy. If I bent over too far everyone would have quite the view of my arse.
“This,” She said. “This is what you’re going to wear.”
“That?” I yelled, a bit curious.
“Yes that! You’ll be the talk of the school, why haven’t you worn it yet?” She asked.
“Well it was more of a collective purchase, I wasn’t planning on wearing it.”
“Well you will tonight, and I bet you’ll get more than just a few cheeky glances.” She said, winking.
I rolled my eyes, but gave into her pressure, slipping up the small dress wearing nothing but dark red underwear beneath.
“We look good.” She said, I agreed, nodding along with her.
“Great, even.” I added.
My hair, once again, sat high atop my head, my makeup still natural, but with a hint of flare.
The party music was booming, we heard the rumble from atop the stairs. Some couples were getting a head start already, pushing each other up against their bedroom doors, making out vigorously.
“Bet ten galleons you’ll fuck Sirius tonight.”
“I won’t so, you’re on.”
“You will.” Was all she said and we began to strut towards the compacted crowd.
The moment I stepped foot on the floor seemed all the attention in the room was on me. Guys were ogling over me, girls were slapping their men on the arms so they’d pay attention to them, yet I could careless. I had one person on my mind, I had one person I wanted to impress.
I saw him with James and Remus and a few other guys from our house horsing around with one another. They all had drinks in their hands and seemed a little buzzed. I looked down quickly, checking my dress to make sure I looked alright, that there were no wrinkles. Why did I care so much? Maybe Lily was right, maybe I did like him, maybe I just couldn’t accept it.
When I looked back up he was already staring at me, his mouth watering. His eyes met mine, intensely. He stared into them for a good five seconds before they started travelling down, lower and lower. The guys around him began to notice.
“Sirius?” Remus shouted to him. “Are you alrigh-”
And that’s when the others caught on, when they all got sight of me. Something about this dress was illuminating, it made me stand out against everyone in the crowd. Sirius finally took a sip of his drink, still staring at me. He chugged it all down, placing it on a table next to him, and waltzing over to me.
“Fancy seeing you here t’night, you look ravishing.” He said wrapping his arm around my waist pulling me into him, whispering the last part of the sentence into my ear.
“Thank you.” I gulped, barely being able to speak, my stomach erupting with butterflies.
“Well,” James said, Sirius still gazing into my eyes. “Let’s get this party started.”
One shot, lime, two shots, lime, three shots, lime. Apparently I liked tequila.
My vision began to lighten as the liquor in my stomach began to churn, cooking up a spell. Sirius stood behind me, his hand around my front, he held a lime in his mouth and each time I downed another i’d turn around and suck the juice out of it, making sure to look him right in the eyes.
“Sirius, Y/N!” Lily slurred, her pupils insanely dilated.
“Evans!” I yelled. “What the hell are you on!”
“Molly… or maybe it was acid, either way come upstairs with us!” She yelled back, undeniably fucked up.
“Upstairs? The party is down here!” I shouted back, making sure she heard me over the music.
“Yeah but upstairs I have two bottles of Jack Daniels with our names on it.” She said with a sly smile, biting down on her tongue with her teeth.
I looked up at Sirius who was already looking down at me. We both nodded to each other and followed Lily, James, Remus, Peter and two other guys up the stairs to our dorm room.
“Whiskey for everyone!” Lily yelled, us all stumbling into the room after her, everyone giggling back and forth to one another over our drunken states.
She pulled out eight shot glasses and placed them all upside down on the floor, Remus rolled a blunt and placed it down next to them, while Peter peppered a few psychedelics here and there.
“Let’s play a game!” She squealed, pulling us all down to the floor, Sirius pulling me into his lap, he didn’t like the hungry looks every guy was giving me.
“Truth or dare,” James said. “The game for the brave and the… weak.”
He proceeded then to go over the rules of the game, saying that if you refused a truth or a dare you had one of three options; take a shot, hit the blunt, or take a psychedelic, and if you had already chose one, the next time you’d have to pick another.
We were an hour into the game, but still barely made a dent into it. Remus and Peter were stoned out of their minds, Lily and I well, let’s just say we drank a little more than anticipated, and everyone had officially taken at least one psychedelic.
“Lily, Y/N,” One of the other guys with us murmured. “Truth or dare?”
“Both of us?” I asked, slurring my words.
“Both of you.”
“Isn’t that like, against the rules?”
“Nope,” He said, popping the P. “So what’ll it be?”
I was about to speak before Lily answered for me.
“Dare.” Lily said suddenly, a devilish gleam In her eye.
The guy started laughing, and whispered something into one of the other guys ears.
“Strip.” Was all he said, leaning back on his hands.
Since I was far from sober, the phrase was almost like music to my ears, but a clarifying sobriety deep down was yelling at me, telling me not to do it.
“You’re not too pussy are you?” He asked.
Me and lily looked to one another, raising our eyebrows.
“M’not too pussy, maybe Y/N, but not me.” Lily slurred, standing up all wobbly.
“Well, I said both of you, so strip or pick.” He said, the word pick referring to the drugs.
“This isn’t fair,” I whined. “You lads will take advantage of us!”
“Advantage?” The bloke questioned. “Never in a million years.”
I looked down to Sirius who seemed rather annoyed, jealous the other boys could see me… exposed.
“Or,” The boy called. “Give me and… Remus a lap dance.”
“What?” Remus asked, the statement sending him quickly back into reality.
“You heard me Moony. I mean if you don’t want to I bet there’s someone who’s far more anxious to take your place.”
I looked to Sirius who was watching me like a hawk, he looked like he wanted to kill the guy who had dared me, his blood boiling and pumping through his veins.
“I’ll do it,” Sirius said all of the sudden, loud and stern, his jaw clenching. “Give me the lap dance.”
He stood up swiftly, his hand grasping onto my upper arm, a tight lock on it.
“And slip into something more… comfortable.”
Me and Lily disappeared into the bathroom, pulling two select pieces from our wardrobe. James was pass out drunk, he slept soundly on the wooden floor so Lily had no choice but give one of the others a lap dance. We were both still under the influence, completely hammered, so I left on my dark red underwear but slipped a bra over my breasts and a silk teddy over the top as well.
“C’mon ladies,” He called. “Don’t keep us waiting.”
We both sauntered out, Lily’s hips swaying much more than mine. The sudden exposure of my skin making an uncomfortable feeling erupt from within me, my hands instinctively wrapping around my chest.
“C’mon, don’t be shy.”
I dropped my hands walking right towards Sirius, an angry look still plastered on his face.
“Merlin…” I heard a boy call.
I looked over to my right and Lily had already began to dance. Getting low to the ground, swaying her hips, rubbing up on all the guys around her. I saw Remus scoot backwards, undeniably uncomfortable, yet he still watched from afar, a strange sight it was indeed.
I straddled Sirius, my legs wrapping around his lap, sinking down onto his crotch. His hands never touched me, they just held him up from behind, his eyes looking into mine then down my body quizzically.
“This feels so, familiar.” He stated, trying to sound calm but still I heard the rage spitting through his teeth. He really didn’t like the looks they were all giving me.
“Familiar?” I asked, acting like I had no clue to what he was referring to, watching him try to figure out what about this was so strange.
But I knew, I knew the feeling, a feeling I’ve been trying to shake ever since it happened, no matter how badly I didn’t want to. He was remembering the time we spent together, that I prayed so dearly he’d forget.
Suddenly I was being lifted off Sirius lap and placed into someone elses, their hands gripping roughly to my hips.
“If you’re not going to do anything to her I sure as bloody hell will!” One of the boys from earlier squawked.
He looked at me with a distinct hunger in his eyes, he was devouring me with them. He started moving me up and down onto his crotch, trying to get some friction between the two of us. This is not how I wanted it, this wasn’t how I wanted any of this to be. Suddenly I heard a thud and a shuffling of feet and once again I was being yanked off someone else’s lap. Sirius threw me off to the side, and yanked up the kid who pulled me into his lap by his collar.
“Who the hell do you think you are, mate?” Sirius yelled. “You think you can bloody treat a woman like that, my woman?”
The guy was petrified, looking at Sirius then back to me.
“D-didn’t know she was yours, mate!” He squealed while falling back down onto the floor with a thud.
And for the last time Sirius yanked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and pulled me into the bathroom. I was pushed harshly against the door, smacking my head a tad on the wood. I felt Sirius’ hands wrap around my waist, one of them also holding me up under my bum. He rested his head on my chest and stayed quiet, my hand landed in his hair, playing with it.
“Sirius?” I asked looking down at him sleepily, watching his chest heave up and down.
“Hmm?” He asked.
“Didn’t know I was yours…” I said playfully, biting my lip, a small smile sweeping up onto my face.
He smiled into my skin, I felt the stretching of his lips against my chest,a low rumble escaping them.
“You aren’t really… s’just like you is all… got a tad jealous.”
“A tad?” I asked, pulling his chin up so he looked at me, he tried to hold back a smile on his face.
We were startled by Lily’s playful squealing coming from my room, and the sound of pounding music being turned up. We looked back to one another and began to laugh and he set me back down on my feet.
“You’re drunk.” He said laughing.
“So are you!” I yelled back, poking his chest.
“Yeah but I wasn’t the one who almost gave four different guys a lapdance.”
“You’re just jealous.” I said, sticking my nose up in the air, walking away from him.
“Oi!” He yelled. “Of what?”
“You wanted one, a lap dance.”
“Did I now?” He asked, testing me. “How are you so sure?”
“Well for starters I saw your dick jump out of your pants when I walked out of the bathro-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before he cut me off, tackling me to the ground.
“We won speak of this!” He yelled playfully, pushing his hand over my mouth.
And suddenly we were in the position again, me straddling him, my crotch coming close and closer to his. He looked down at me on his lap, one of his eyebrows raising, then looked back up at my outfit. I kept my eyes on his, watching him as I lowered myself a top his pants, pressing down hard.
“Y/N,” He moaned, his head falling back. “You’re drunk.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want.” I said back.
And with that sentence he latched on tightly to my hips as I began to grind harder and harder onto his erection. My hands flying back into his hair, my fingers tangling themselves within the strands.
I turned around swiftly, trying to synchronize my moves to the beat of the music. I began to pull my teddy down, strap by strap, making sure to give him a show. He sat there, leant back, watching me with a glaze over his eyes. I dropped the pink silk to the floor, becoming exposed to him like I was that one time.
I bent over infront of his face, then sat down on him backwards, his hands massaging hard into the skin of my ass. I moved my bum into the crotch of his jeans again, enjoying the sound of his breathless moans escaping from his lips.
I pushed him down on his back sitting down on his stomach and leant down to kiss him. Our lips pushing into each other roughly. There was a definite need there. I heard him whimper as I bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on the now pinkened skin.
I began to scooch my crotch lower and lower until I was perched on his cock again, grinding hard down onto it. I began to dry hump him, suddenly feeling the pleasure from my side. To make the friction much greater, Sirius pushed himself up on his hand, rubbing himself into as I was to him.
His mouth was wide open, attaching to my neck from time to time. I rubbed vigorously into him, the material of my panties beginning to bunch up onto one side. I could tell he was getting close, the sound of my moans filling his ears and a sudden wetness now covering his clothed cock. Then I watched as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a throaty district moan, saying my name softly as he came. I too, trying my hardest still to reach my desired place, and within no time I was there, a moaning mess just like him.
He fell back onto the floor and I feel on top of his, my ear to his chest listening to the pounding of his heart and the shortness in his breath.
“Hot damn,” He said. “I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.”
The room was now empty, no sounds of music, no more squealing. Lily had finally laid her head to rest that night, Remus tucking her in after she got a little too crazy with that one boy from their house. Her soft snores were the only thing filling the room, well, that and the sound of Sirius whispering to Y/N, goodnight.
She slipped into bed as well, looking up to him as he placed a chaste kiss to her forehead, praising her once again for the beautiful work she had done that night. He walked out of the room, a small smiled placed across his face as he hopped quietly back to his dorm.
When he entered he sat down on his bed, laughing at James sprawled out on the floor, Peter looking practically dead, and Remus asleep as snug as a bug under his covers. Sirius peered over to his bedside table, looking at the family photo which sat gloomily next to him. Not a hint of a smile coming from any of their faces in the picture. He picked it up, getting a closer look at his brother whom he envied so deeply, but wanted to love so bad. The green surrounding the picture frame seemed to look so obscure next to the red lace panties that were sitting behind it.
Red lace panties.
Only then was it when Sirius realized everything he seemed to forget.
your eyes finally fluttered open again, the afternoon sun was peeking in your
hotel room window and shining on your face. You rolled from your stomach to
your side, lifting yourself up on one elbow and running your hand over your
face and through your hair. You felt much better than you had earlier, more
like yourself. When you moved to get out of the bed your hand landed on a sheet
of folded paper with your name scrawled on the front in Jensen’s handwriting.
to run down and get ready for the con. Breakfast will probably be cold by the
time you get it, but it’s in the tray on the desk in the living room. Text me
when you’re awake, please? If you feel up to it, we’d love to have you down
decided to surprise him instead of texting him and quickly showered, ate your
breakfast, and got dressed. You ran down to the convention and walked into the
open green room door. Rob saw you first and waved, but you put your finger to
your lips to shush him as you walked up behind Jensen, wrapping your arms
around his waist and resting your head on his back.
He teased and you kneed him in the back of his thigh. He spun in your arms,
wrapping his arms around you and leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Feelin’
ok? I was worried.”
massive jetlag I think.” You shrugged. “I feel normal now.”
Are you gonna watch this panel? I’m gonna warn you…Daniela gives us apple juice
and things get…weird.” You sniffed the glass he was holding and scrunched your
ain’t apple juice.” You took the glass and downed a large gulp. “But it’s
Adam Fergus said from across the room. You both turned to look at him, his own
glass held firmly in his hand. “Keep her.”
Would you consider writing wolfstar for #19 in 100 Ways to Say I Love You? I love your little drabbles.
Can I hold your hand?
The five times Sirius asks to hold Remus’ hand, and the one time he doesn’t have to.
Remus wakes shivering, every part of him covered in sweat, and freezing. He sits up too quickly, breath escaping shakily out of his lungs. For a moment, though his eyes are open, he can’t see the room at all, or what had woken him. All he can feel is fur, all he can smell is blood and foul breath, all he can hear is sick, sick laughter. He flinches against nothing, trying to rid himself of the feeling, presses the heels of his hands into his eyes.
One, two, three, four, he says in his head, one, two, three, four, onetwothreefouronetwothreefouronetwo-
Remus freezes, counting ending at two, and looks up. He doesn’t have time to be embarrassed by the tears in his eyes before there is a face clouding his vision, all soft, sleepy eyes, frown etched with concern. It’s the boy, Sirius, the one he had met on the train that day, sitting on his bed, criss-cross and worried. His hand is outstretched, lightly resting on Remus’ knee, and Remus realizes what had waken him.
“Hey. It’s alright, I get them too.”
Nightmares, Remus thinks.
Sirius offers him a loopy grin, “Only yours probably aren’t of your mother, right?”
Remus blinks, startled by the comment and how calmly it had come out of Sirius’ mouth, “Oh. Um, no. Not my mother.” He hates the way his voice hitches with the tears in his throat.
Sirius nods, pressing his lips together and to the side, thinking. After a few moments, he, very tentatively, holds out his hand, “Can I…” He bites his lip, then sticks his palm out more insistently, “Can I hold your hand?”
Remus just blinks at it.
Sirius inches it closer to Remus’ hand that is clenched around his sheets, “It’s just that… Whenever my little brother has nightmares I always hold his hand. Or he holds mine. It just, I dunno, helps. To know someone is there.”
Remus feels tears pricking his eyes again, for an entirely new reason. He can’t remember the last time someone asked to comfort him, to be near him, much less hold his hand.
Sirius reached forward a little more, the tips of his fingers touching Remus’ knuckles, “’s okay, you know…”
And Remus bit his lip, taking, for the first time, the hand that would be there for him for years to come.
Remus sort of hated Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts. The sentiment was okay enough (it would probably have been better if he himself had someone to direct his sentiment towards), but he could do without the flowery scented charm hearts floating around the halls and popping directly in front of the recipient’s face. It caused many a giggle and a far too strong scent to linger about. It was frankly annoying. Although, and he’d never admit this, he wouldn’t be opposed to receive one himself, something that he never expected to happen.
That’s why he found himself choking on his pumpkin juice when, at lunch, he received a burst of flowery scent and a slightly translucent bubble heart zooming towards him from outside the great hall and popping directly in front of his face. He blinked, blinked again, choked a bit, and when he opened his eyes, Sirius was right there, grinning mischievously at him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Moonykins.”
Remus rolled his eyes, pressing his palm to Sirius’ wiggling eyebrows and causing him to let out a loud laugh, James smirking beside them, watching the exchange.
“Fuck off, Pads.”
Sirius pressed a hand to his chest, right above his heart, feigning hurt, “What?” He reached that same hand out, palm up, “You’re not gonna hold my hand, woo me back? I did send you a heart, you know.”
Remus just rolled his eyes again, looking at Sirius with a bit back smile, chest aching a little. He pushed down his wish that Sirius wasn’t joking, that he was sending him a heart because Remus actually had his heart… Sirius’ certainly had his. He gave a dramatic sigh, dropping his hand in Sirius’ and squeezing, causing Sirius to let out a triumphant woop. He managed to hold their hands up above their heads for a second before Remus was shoving his shoulder and letting their hands drop. He swore his palm stayed warm all through the day.
Remus was breathing hard through his nose by the time he got to the top of the astronomy tower. Whether it was from the stairs, or from the effort to keep the tears at bay, he didn’t know. He pressed his palms to the railing, letting the cool, spring wind ruffle through his hair, calming his nerves. Embarrassment burned through his chest, leaving him even more breathless. He’d never drink anything again, ever, if he could help it. Not after tonight. He pressed a hand over his mouth, feeling slightly sick, and slightly like he could run a mile. His lips still tingled from when he’d leaned forward, without much warning, and pressed them to Sirius’. Why, why had he done that?
“Merlin.” He breathed, letting his hand drop to the railing, his head following, forehead resting on the backs of his hands. He wanted to disappear, he hoped desperately Sirius hadn’t followed-
Remus closed his eyes. He had nothing to say. No excuse, no reason, except the truth, and he definitely wasn’t about to say that.
Hey Pads, I love you. I have for four years now. Did you know?
“Remus, what the fuck, why’d you- you can’t just run out like- I mean, not after…” He sounded just as breathless as Remus felt, but not angry. Remus thanked god for that. Not angry, “Hey, would you look at me?”
Remus sighed, “Must I?”
“Yes.” He felt a hand on his shoulder and jerked around, eyes stinging.
“You don’t have to pretend- I didn’t-“ Remus ran a hand over his face in frustration, embarrassment. Heartache, “We don’t have to talk about this, please, let’s just forget it, I’m sorry-“
“Shut up, Remus!”
Remus blinked, mouth closing abruptly. Now Sirius sounded angry. He took a step back to the railing, feeling the metal dig into his lower back.
Sirius sighed, stepping forward, palms out in surrender, “Sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t… You just, you didn’t even- you don’t even know what I think. You didn’t exactly stay long enough to find out.”
Remus’ heart pumped faster, unsure, but starting to mingle with the tiniest bit of hope all the same, “I- Oh.”
Sirius took another step forward, the smallest of smiles finding his face, “Yeah, oh.”
Remus tilted his head slightly, hope simmering just under the surface now, threatening to appear in a smile of his own.
Sirius was so close now that their chests were brushing, and Remus felt tentative fingertips brush his wrist, “Can I hold your hand?”
The smile broke through on Remus’ face. Although the first time had been asked in all seriousness, ever since that Valentine’s Day it had become a bit of a running joke, “You want to hold my hand?”
Sirius pressed their foreheads together suddenly, like he just couldn’t help himself for another second. Remus politely ignored, and secretly adored, how he had to press up on his toes to do it, “Yes. Yes, Re. I want to hold your hand.” Then quieter, as he laced their fingers together, he added, “I want to kiss you again.”
And Remus let Sirius part his lips with his own, let their fingers twine together. They didn’t let go for a long while after that.
Remus was terrified. He was trying to be strong but he was terrified. The light of spells flashed all around him, freezing him in place and telling him to move all at once. He crouched, dust and stone all around him, filling his nostrils and the cracks in his lips. His eyes stung, his lungs burned, his hands shook, making his casts unsteady. After he’d misfired more than once, he’d took to hiding for a moment, trying to gather his strength.
“Hey-“ Remus jumped, head turning sharply towards the voice, “No, shh. It’s me, Re.” Sirius’ voice quickly slowed Remus’ picked up heart, and he felt his muscles start to relax. Sirius crouched next to him, both of them hidden, just for a moment, behind a large piece of rubble, and brought his hand to the back of Remus’ neck, thumb rubbing softly. Remus let his eyes slip closed at the familiar feeling, “Moons…”
Remus looked at him again, hand coming up to wrap around Sirius’ wrist, “I’m fine. I just- I needed a moment.” Sirius nodded, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the corner of Remus’ mouth. Remus sighed into it, turning his head to kiss Sirius full on for a moment, letting it calm his nerves. Then, “We should go back.”
Sirius stayed still,, nose brushing against Remus’ softly, before retrieving his hand and holding it out, “Take my hand?”
Remus did, smiling as he did so. And they went to win this battle.
Remus didn’t know how to act in the beginning. Seeing Sirius standing there in the doorway of his parent’s house, ready to hide for… who knows how long. Looking older, thinner, sadder. Looking like he didn’t know what he was, what Remus was…what they were. Remus didn’t have the first clue what to say. So, as usual, Sirius took the lead.
“Missed me, Moony?”
Remus looked up from where he’d been studying the too loose folds of Sirius’ clothes, and his heart ached. Sirius’ mouth was doing that thing, twisting in a way that meant he was trying to smile over a too-powerful frown. His eyes were desperate and sad, and said please say yes.
And Remus suddenly found he could barely breathe, much less speak. His throat swelled and he tried to clear it, hanging his head for a moment. When he looked back up there were tears in his eyes, and they darted around the room, anywhere but Sirius’, embarrassed.
“What a stupid fucking question.” He rasped out.
Sirius stepped through the doorway, long fingers looking bony against the dark wood, but familiar. Remus’ suddenly ached to have them in his.
Ask ask ask. Please ask.
Sirius’ smile was real though, so real, as he stepped right in front of Remus. Still shorter, Remus noted. It was all so much, so familiar.
Remus stared at him for a moment, eyes raking over his face, remembering, re-memorizing, wanting, but unsure if he was still allowed to want. He cleared his throat, “Do you want some tea? Food? Are you hungry?” Sirius had a little smile over his face, but didn’t respond. Remus needed to do something, anything, to occupy himself, “I have biscuits. Dinner is still cooking but it will be ready soon. I made your favorite, blueberry pie, too. I mean, if that’s still your favorite, I don’t know.” Remus waited a few more beats and then sighed, “Pads, please, let me do something for you-“
“Can I hold your hand?”
He smiled, eyes slightly melancholy, as he said it. And Remus’ chest seized, his heart broke, and then everything fell back into place. Just like that. He blinked and suddenly his cheeks were wet. He let out a breath and suddenly he was breathing again.
“Yes- God, yes-“
Sirius’ fingers captured his own at the same instant as his lips did the same.
Remus knees hit the ground in front of the veiled archway, the sound of bone against stone echoing in the now empty chamber. His lungs. He couldn’t get air. He clutched at his throat, his chest, desperate for oxygen. But all he could feel was his heart, aching, threatening to stop after each terrible, terrible beat. Remus wasn’t sure he’d complain if it did.
When the first sob broke through, he wished his heart would just give up already. It was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Can I hold your hand?
He bowed his head against the tears racking his body. That first night, that very first night, the first time Sirius had managed to take all the pain away. Every ounce. And he’d done it again, the night on the astronomy tower, the night that changed everything, everything. Remus longed for that night now.
Take my hand?
Remus saw the grin, the light in Sirius’ face, the strong fingers wrap around his own-
“Yes.” His eyes flashed open. The veil, it was still there, “Yes, come on. Sirius-” Remus sobbed. He thrust his hand out, his voice cracking and barely there, “You don’t have to ask, you never had to ask. Take my hand now.” Remus fell forward with the effort to keep his hand out, just barely keeping from collapsing, “Just take my hand. I’ll pull you back, I need you back. Take it. Take it… Take…”
Take my hand. I’ll teach you to dance. I’ll spin you around. Won’t let you fall down.
Seventeen year old Dean stared at his girlfriend Lily, not wanting to believe what she just told him. They were the stereotypical high school couple; he was the captain of the football team, she was the head cheerleader. They were the homecoming king and queen, the high school sweethearts of their class, but they knew once school ended Dean would be headed to California and Lily would be going to New York.
They both had dreams bigger then Lawrence, Kansas.
However it seemed like it all might be crashing down on them.
“Say it again.” Dean stated as tears of fear began to flood his eyes.
“Dean, you heard me.” Lily said as her own tears began to fill her eyes, she was worried how Dean would take the news. She was already terrified herself and was scared of how Dean would react.
Just wanted to point out some banter with Varric and Solas
Solas: Is there at least a movement to reunite Orzammar and Kal-Sharok? Varric: What is it with you, Chuckles? Why do you care so much about the dwarves? Solas: Once, in the Fade, I saw the memory of a man who lived alone on an island. Most of his tribe had fallen to beasts or disease. His wife had died in childbirth. He was the only one left. He could have struck out on his own to find a new land, new people. But he stayed. He spent every day catching fish in a little boat, every night drinking fermented fruit juice and watching the stars. Varric: I can think of worse lives. Solas: How can you be happy surrendering, knowing it will all end with you? How can you not fight? Varric: I suppose it depends on the quality of the fermented fruit juice. Solas: So it seems.
Varric: What’s with you and the doom stuff? Are you always this cheery or is the hole in the sky getting to you? Solas: I’ve no idea what you mean. Varric: All the “fallen empire” crap you go on about. What’s so great about empires anyway? Varric: So we lost the Deep Roads, and Orzammar’s too proud to ask for help. So what? We’re not Orzammar and we’re not our empire. Varric: There are tens of thousands of us living up here in the sunlight now, and it’s not that bad. Varric: Life goes on. It’s just different than it used to be. Solas: And you have no concept of what that difference cost you. Varric: Oh I know what it didn’t cost me. I’m still here, even after all those thaigs fell. Solas: You truly are content to sit in the sun, never wondering what you could’ve been, never fighting back? Varric: Ha, you’ve got it all wrong, Chuckles. This is fighting back. Solas: How does passively accepting your fate constitute a fight? Varric: In that story of yours—the fisherman watching the stars, dying alone—you thought he gave up right? Solas: Yes. Varric: But he went on living. He lost everyone, but he still got up every morning. He made a life, even if it was alone. Varric: That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes—and it’s gone forever. Varric: The only choices you get are to lie down and die or keep going. He kept going. That’s as close to beating the world as anyone gets. Solas: Well said. Perhaps I was mistaken.
Neither you nor Harry mentioned the small semi-argument you’d had the night at the dance club for a couple of days. You went out surfing and swam in the ocean and explored the beaches with a very close Beau and Savie and met up with Charlie and Henry whenever they weren’t working. You spent time cooking and dancing along to the local radio, and you almost forgot that there had been a moment there where you’d almost spilled your heart’s deepest wish to speak your vows to Harry.
You were in the last three days of your vacation when you woke up to a phone going off, which was something that you hadn’t had happen to you in a while. You felt Harry’s hand shift across your body as he was slowly woken up from the shrill noise as well, and you opened you eyes to see him reaching for his phone and blinking to get a look at the caller.
Flufflet #1 for @lifeinahole27, to help reward her for writing her CSBB story!
First up, some wedding (reception) related fluff–
Emma had initially been opposed to having a redo wedding reception, but once it became clear that the whole town viewed it as the opportunity to have a really baller victory party, there was very little she could do to argue against it.
So everyone all got dressed up again, went back to the rooftop, and enjoyed the wedding reception that should have happened a week earlier. And Emma had to admit, it was kind of a blast, eating, drinking, laughing, and dancing the whole night.
Her feet were killing her as they pulled up to the house once the party ended. Snow and Regina had both objected pretty vehemently to Emma being the one to drive, but Killian was still learning how to drive stick, so what else were they supposed to do? Besides, they had to drive home; Henry had decorated the Bug with streamers and cans and a “Just Married (Last Week)” sign.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Killian said as they climbed up the front steps.
“Let’s do this properly.” He reached down and lifted her up in a bridal carry.
“Killian, we did this already.” They had; right after the final battle, he’d carried her over the threshold, insisting that this was going to be their wedding night, come hell or high water.
“Well, now we’re doing it again. Don’t argue with me.” And over the threshold they went.
“I need something to drink,” she said, before he could carry her up the stairs. “Come on, we’ll do the whole wedding night thing, I just want some time to breathe, okay?” God, how did couples go right to wedding night sex after their wedding receptions? All she wanted to do right now was sit and watch TV. Was that normal?
He set her down and wandered into the living room while she busied herself in the kitchen. “Want anything?”
“Perhaps some water–with a little lemon juice in it.”
“Oh, good idea.” She grabbed and extra glass and grabbed the bottle of lemon juice from the fridge. Killian hated it, preferring to use real lemons all the time, but she liked the convenience.
He was smiling at her, almost like he was dazed, as she sat down beside him and handed him his glass. He took a quick gulp and then settled his left arm around her. “I had a lovely time tonight.”
“Me, too.” Mmm, yeah, the lemon had been a good idea. “I’m just glad Gold didn’t kill you on the spot when you offered to shake his hand. Did you hit your head or something?”
“Inviting him and Belle was your idea.”
“Yeah, because Belle’s one of your close friends. We had to invite Gold because we invited her.”
He snorted. “Are you truly upset that I’m trying to put the past behind me and make peace with him?”
“No, just … I’m surprised, I guess. I just thought maybe you’d settle for not murdering each other.”
“He’s a father again, and he’s trying to make things work with Belle. I suppose the best way to keep him from relapsing is to ensure he has the same safety net that I have.”
“Noble.” She sipped her water.
“I try.” She let out a long sigh without thinking. “Something wrong?”
“No, just … I’m glad we got to have our wedding. I didn’t get to really appreciate just how fantastic you look in that tux.”
He grinned. “Aye, and now I can tell you just how beautiful you are in your gown. You look like a swan.”
“No,” she said, her face hot.
“Well, perhaps more so when you wore your veil.” She’d taken it off halfway through the night, and if she was being honest, she had no idea where it went. Oops. “But I stand by my comment.”
“Swans are vicious,” she reminded him.
“And elegant.” He gave her a strange look. “Those earrings look familiar.”
She blushed. “Yeah?”
“Yes. Where have I seen them before?”
“Our first date.”
The look of wonder on his face was enough to make her want to melt. “Really?” She nodded. “Well, they’re lovely.”
“And that date was lovely,” she said. “Your own issues aside.”
“Oy, I think I’ve suffered enough for that one.”
They sat quietly for a bit as they sipped their water. When he finished his, he set it down on the coffee table (on a coaster of course), and took her free hand in his. “I can’t believe we’re married.”
“We’ve been married for a week,” she reminded him. She began to toy with his rings.
“Aye, and in a week, I’ll still wake up and think about how strange it is that we’re married.”
“I know what you mean.” She still felt almost giddy that she had a husband.
She wished little kid Emma could see this–that she’d grow up to be a literal princess who was married to the hottest man to ever walk the earth. Hell, she wished twenty-eight-year-old Emma Swan could see this; it would have been way more mind-blowing than the son she gave up for adoption showing up to tell her fairy tales were real. Or at least equally unbelievable.
Something felt different. “Whoa.”
“Well, I had to remove it to wear my wedding ring.”
“No, I know. I meant the other two.”
“What about them?”
“Aye. Swan, you’re very astute.”
“Killian,” she said firmly. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, and you’ve always worn the same three rings. What gives?”
He sighed. “I’ll never entirely be free of my past,” he said quietly. “I can’t erase the harm I’ve done, the people I’ve killed, the destruction I’ve caused. But I want our future together to be a happy one. I want to spend my days building something with you, with our family. It’s why I’m trying to make peace with the Crocodile.”
“If you’re trying to make peace with him, you might want to stop calling him that,” she interjected. He glared at her. “Sorry.”
“As I was saying, my darling wife.” His irritation was fond, at least. “Those rings were always reminders of the man I was. For a long time, I assumed I would always wear them, as a way of never letting myself forget to stay on the right path. But I had to part with one of them so I could wear my wedding ring, and it made me realize …” He took a deep breath. “My ring symbolizes all that now. I look at it, and I think of you and our life together. I don’t need the other reminders anymore. And so I decided it was time to find some new rings.”
“I think that’s great.” She lifted his hand up and kissed each ring, ending on the wedding band. She loved seeing it on his hand; she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of it. “I do like the new rings a lot.”
“I’m glad. Your family helped pick them out.”
“Well, mostly your mother and Regina,” he admitted. “But your father and Henry approved the final choices.”
She looked down at his hand again. She’d grown so familiar with his old rings that the new ones had felt all wrong. But now? They weren’t wrong anymore.
God, she loved him too much. And now he was her husband.
i know for me, anyway, it’s easy to forget to take care of yourself. you get caught up in updating your grimoire, you spend hours researching into a new spell, or maybe you just don’t have the energy to roll yourself out of bed. but it’s important to regularly remind and encourage yourself to do even the simplest of tasks to make sure you’re at your best. witchcraft is almost entirely dependant upon energy, and if you aren’t taking care of yourself, your energy can suffer, and that can effect your magick. here are some reminders and tips to keep you feeling tip top!
1. stretch! honestly what feels better than a good stretch in your muscles after a night’s sleep or any extended period of inactivity? Right when you wake up in the morning, do your best to wake up all the muscles in your body too: legs, arms, back, and neck. A quick Google search can show you some simple yet effective exercises to get your body raring to go for the day in order to prevent stiffness and injury. And if you don’t lead a physically active lifestyle, be sure to stretch regularly throughout the day, especially after any long period of sitting down.
2. hygiene! (this is a big one for me…) contrary to popular belief, it’s not necessary to shower every single day. I know I don’t have the energy to do so. But be sure to regularly wash your hands, and brush your teeth at least twice a day (and don’t forget to floss!) Also, i’ve recently found a good face wash can work wonders. and do your skin a favor and moisturize after your shower or bath! (you’ll feel and smell great).
3. eat! your body needs food! don’t ignore your stomach! if you’re hungry, eat eat eat. (not junk food though). if you don’t eat enough, you’re not going to feel good at all. I know appetite can be an issue, but you’ve got to do the best you can! you’re not doing yourself any favors by skipping meals. sometimes time is a factor, but there’s plenty of on the go options like smoothies and protein bars! you’re allowed to eat. you’re supposed to eat. please don’t deny yourself! (But don’t overeat either!)
4. hydrate! you’ve got to drink WATER!!! not coffee, not soda, not juice. w a t e r. And lots of it. if you’re not drinking at LEAST half your body weight (in ounces – ex. if u way 150 lbs, drink about 75 oz) in WATER every day, you’re going to get dehydrated, which can have lots of negative effects (I speak from experience!). I know, water is boring and ultimately tasteless, but you’ve gotta suck it up and take a lot of sips, babe. you might be thinking, “but I need caffeine for energy!” but caffeine can actually dehydrate you and thusly steal your energy! please drink lots and lots of water, ok?
5. medicine! don’t forget your meds! even if it’s just a vitamin! if you’re anything like me, if you miss even one dose of your daily meds, you’re gonna regret it. and if you don’t take them consistently, you’re not going to feel much of an effect from them. lots of people feel like their meds don’t work, but it’s because they don’t take them regularly like they’re supposed to (I know because I used to be that way). however, if you do have any serious side effects, or if you are taking your meds consistently and feel they aren’t helping, TALK TO YOUR DOCTOR. they want you to feel better as much as you want to feel better. they’ll help you if you work with them. be sure to keep tabs on your mood, appetite, any pain or discomfort, energy levels, etc. If you can pay attention to your body, it’ll help you narrow down your options and find a solution to your problem.
above all, my lovely witches, just take care of yourself. you are powerful, magickal, and you are IMPORTANT. do the best you’re physically able to take utmost care of yourself. nobody likes to feel awful. and it’s okay to ask for help! you can ask friends to exercise with you, you can vent to your therapist and come of with constructive solutions to your problems, you can simply look online for support groups and inspiration for self-care! and if you ever need to just blow off some steam, or bounce an idea off of, or need some (non-professional) advice, my inbox is always always open.
do your best out there, my loves! and may the love of sun and moon shine upon you.
Is there going to be a part 2 to mine!?!?? Btw: how are u doing?
Warnings: Smut, cursing, violence, possessive Pan, hint of suicide (I do NOT romance suicide it was just on my heart to write about it and to tell you that it get’s better.)
“Is it that bad? That she could be attracted to someone other than you? Are you threatened that she could maybe be taken from you? It’s not like you wanted to sleep with her!” he yells
Peter looks at him, he is about to loose it, he is about to loose all of it, he could feel the anger rise up in him, as he is about to punch the shit out of David you scream “Peter wait!“
Peter turns to look at you, the anger, the pain, the danger , it was all in his eyes, you could see death in this teenage boys eyes, Peter was going to kill David, and you needed to stop him.
“Peter stop!” you behind Peter pulling his shirt, damn near begging him, tears coming down your cheeks
“This wouldn’t be happening if i never took you here on this bloody island!” Peter yells at you
“I promise it will never happen again!” you yell back, terrified, shaking, your lips trembling
“Oh I know you won’t.” Peter punches David, then throws him on the floor. As Peter gets on top of him David rolls him over and fights back, David is now on top of Peter and punching his lips to they bleed. Peter kicks David off and David goes flying and then lands on his stomach, as he gasp for air Peter kicks him in the stomach.
As all this goes on you sat on the floor, crying, for there was nothing you could do, and it was all your fault.
“Hey Pan maybe you two should knock it off.” Felix said as he rubs your back
But they just keep on fighting, Peter’s lips are bleeding and there is blood dripping from his lips
Davids eye is almost swollen shut and his jaw looked bruised up already
“Pan!” Felix yelled, he knew Peter wouldn’t stop until one of them were dead
“That’s it , get them off each other., they won’t stop til one is dead.” Felix yelled
The lost boys get David and Felix and Rufio get Peter.
Both of them bleeding, they both looked fucked up, and it was all because of you.
Peter shakes Rufio and Felix off of him, then he looks you in your eyes, “This is your fault.” he says , he then leaves and you just sit there, in tears, he was right, everything was your fault.
That night was the most quietest it had ever been in Neverland, for no one knew what to say, you could hear nothing but the sound of the tree branches dance together as they made clicking noises, it was dark, more darker than nights have been, you could cut a knife with all the tense in the air.
You didn’t sleep that night, you were up, crying, wondering what you even came here.
Peter stayed in his cabin all night, wondering about you, how you felt, what you thought of him, and if you were ever going to talk to him again.
David spent the night with his lost boys friends, they cleaned him up and praised him for picking a fight with Peter.
The next morning the birds started to chirp, waking everybody up, slowly but surely, nobody wanted to start the day, everybody was anxious, worried, and terrified, but they were also curious, would Peter send away David? Would he send away Y/n? Nobody knew, but they would soon find out.
Everybody got the campsite, eating breakfast and getting ready for the day, nobody said a word to anyone, they all waited for the three main people to come out of their cabins, who of course took the longest to get ready.
A good 15 minutes passed and you all came out one by one
You came out first, dressed in a sweater, jeans, and some shoes
You sat down only drinking orange juice, you weren’t very hungry. You kept your head down, not wanting the attention, although you very much knew you were going to get it even if you liked it or not.
Then it was David, he came out, his eye was almost swollen shut, his cheek had a cut on it, bruises on his arms and legs, but still, he was confident, even winking at you, you roll your eyes, what an asshole. He joined his friends and they started to talk about whatever teenage boys talk about.
Then it was Peter, he came out , he lips were swollen, jaw was bruised, and he had a cut on his eyebrow, he walked differently then usual, not confident, but neither in a shy way , he just walked, as if he was no better than anyone else.
You took noticed ,but quickly looked away when he looked your direction, he noticed you, but put his head down
You all sat by the campfire, nobody really said anything , just watched the three of your guys’s every move, it was quite intimidating .
After eating Peter gets up and walks over to Felix, he taps his shoulder and whispers something in his ear, Felix nods and clears his throat.
He gets in the middle of the campfire circle and says “Free day, do as you please.” he then walks away and goes into the woods with Peter.
The boys all run into their favorite places to play, not caring if it was weird that Peter said it was free day, they were going to take advantage of it
You on the other hand were curious and thought it was very strange, so you decide to to the only people you can talk to, the mermaids
Peter and Felix on the other hand are walking into the woods
“So Pan, tell me what happen.” Felix said with his hands in his pockets
Peter looked down , almost ashamed of himself “I can’t explain it Fi, I feel different.” he said folding his arms
“How so?” Felix turns his head to Peter but continues to walk
“Looking at David last night, and knowing what he did to Y/n.-”
“But Y/n wanted it, you know what right?” Felix asked a little concerned
“Of course I bloody know that.” Peter gets annoyed
“Okay well whats the problem?” Felix asked as he sits on a rock , Peter does the same
“I thought about her all night.” Peter looked up and says to Felix
“And what did you think about ?” Felix asked
“I thought everything about her, I thought about her smile, her laugh, her hair, how it whips me in the face sometimes and she constantly apologizes for it. I thought about her legs, how nice and shiny and soft they look in the sun, I thought about her all damn night Felix.” Peter says as he runs his fingers through his hair
“So you love her?” Felix asked
Peter shakes his head and gets up “I-I don’t know Felix. I can’t love, I can’t fall in love , that’s not me , that’s not who I am.” he says
“Well it seems to me like you are.” Felix said
“How do you know?” he asked
“Because you fucked up David , you fought for Y/n, even if it didn’t seem like it, you fought for her, literally! “ Felix said
Peter looks at Felix, and just runs his fingers through his hair
You on the other hand are just meeting your good friends the mermaids at the lagoons
“So tell me what happen” one mermaid said
“Don’t act like we don’t know!” said an other
“You guys know?!” you asked
“All of Neverland knows hunny” one said as they all laughed
You folded your arms and looked down
“Great now everybody knows what a selfish, terrible, person I am.” you say
“whoa whoa whoa!” a mermaid said
“Now we ain’t ever said that to you child” an older mermaid said
You sigh and put your head in your hands “But it’s true, Peter-”
“Peter is grown as boy, he knows what he did, and you can not put that on yourself do you understand?” the mermaid said
“Yes.” you say with a tear coming down your face
“What’s wrong Y/n?” a younger mermaid asked
“I wish Peter liked me. He hates me.” you say crying some more
“Peter ? Peter Pan? Hates you? Girl he loves you!” one said
Your head shot up , you couldn’t believe what you just heard, “Excuse me?” asking again , maybe what you heard wasn’t true
“You head me!” the mermaid said
“P-Peter loves me?” you almost stutter the words as they come out
“Yes!” all the mermaids say at once
“How do you know ?” you asked
“He basically fought for you.” one said
“Yeah fighting David was not the easiest task, remember he is his age, his height and weight, he was basically fighting himself.” one said
“Wow that;s deep.” an other said
“I know right?” she said back as they both giggle
“Okay okay hold up, if Peter, loves me, why hasn’t he said anything?” you asked
“He’s a guy duh!” they all say at once
You just stare into the lagoon, you realized they were making sense , did Peter really love you? You thought about it, and you realized you loved Peter too, ever since he took you away from your home, you were grateful, he was there, there for it all, he would hold you when you would cry, he took care of you when you were drunk, Peter was your prince charming, your bad boy prince charming
“I gotta go!” you yelled as you ran to the campsite
As you ran through the woods your heart started to race, not because you were running , but you were terrified, terrified of your thoughts, anxious to think if your mind was playing games, could Peter, the Peter Pan really love you? You get the campsite, your heart could pounce out of your chest
“Where is Peter ?!” you yell
“Uhhh? How are we supposed to know?” a lost boy said
“He isn’t here?” you asked
“Peter hasn’t been here since he left with Felix.” a lost boy said
“Well where did they go?” you asked
“How would I know?” he said
“Ugh!” you yell “Swear you boys are no help.” you say and go into the woods, as you get to your thinking spot , it soon becomes dark, and then wolfs start to howl, and the wind starts to shiver up your spine, your shiver but try to ignore it. You watch as the trees dance with each other, you watch as the starts twinkle in the night sky, reminding you of Peter’s eyes, you just smile, and think of him, you think of his lips, he beautiful plump lips, his chestnut hair, his long legs,and his strong arms. You remembered what it felt like to be held in them, they were so warm, it was like as if the fire was warming you up, with his heat he kept you warm, his arms wrapped around your curves ever so perfectly, you soonly remembered “That’s when I fell in love with him.” you said as your start to cry
Dinner was starting and the lost boys were all ready to eat
Peter was walking with Felix and saw everybody waiting at the table as he sat down and saw everybody he noticed you weren’t there
“What the hell?” he asked
“what’s wrong Pan?” Felix asked
“Where’s Y/n? he asked “Has anyone seen Y/n?”
Everybody shook their head no
He got up and said “Start dinner, I’ll be back.” he said and he walked to the woods
Searching for you everywhere he became worried, were you okay ? Where were you? Why weren’t you at dinner? Were you mad at him? All these thoughts ran through his head
You were at the edge of the cliff , thinking about everything , and nothing, thinking about the what ifs, and the buts, but mostly the negatives.
How could Peter love you? How could he love some one like you? You’re worthless, you don’t deserve him, you don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve Neverland.
You take a step forward and Peter grabs you and pulls you back and holds you in his arms “Y/n what the hell were you thinking?!” he yells at you
You gasp for air, you were in shock, you didn’t think anybody was around, you were shocked, you were terrified, and grateful for Peter had saved you, once again.
“Y/n what the bloody hell were you thinking? Do you know what could’ve happen to you?!” he says as he holds your face with his hands and your just stand there crying
“Awh love.” he says as he pulls you in and holds you, for a few minutes everything became silent, and it felt for a few seconds that you were flying.
“You have to promise me.” he says as he looks at you
“Promise you what Peter?” you ask as your sniffle
“Promise me that if you are ever going through something to talk to me, or the mermaids, or the lost boys- you know what never mind don’t go to them.”
You giggle a bit and he smiles at that
“But okay love? Do you promise?” he asked
“I promise.” you say looking down
“How do I know that you’re telling the truth?” Peter asked, his eyebrows knitted in a little worried
“Because I’m - I’m yours.”you almost stutter
“Excuse me?” he asked
“I’m yours.” you cry
“You are mine.” he says as he looks at you up and down, he grabs your chin and then slowly kisses you. Your wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you, and he wraps his arms around your waist and starts to bring you in even closer. Your heart starts to pulse quicker and you could feel the butterflies rise up in your stomach. It was like a high that you didn’t want to come down of.
“Can we go to my cabin?” he asked
You nod and he snaps his fingers and you guys are standing near his bed
He picks you up and starts to kiss your neck, not rough, but slowly, he then stops to admire the beauty , looking at you up and down not wanting this moment to ever end
“What?” you ask
“You’re so damn beautiful.” he says as he lay you down on his bed
He takes off his shirt and gets on top of you, your feel his bare stomach on your, you rub his abs, his muscular arms, his veins in his arms and hands, you’re feeling it all, and taking it all in.
Kissing your neck and he goes to your collarbone and you suddenly start to moan softly, Peter enjoyed getting little noises out of you, it was quite pleasurable for him.
Getting down to your stomach you start to squirm and wiggle, a little bit turned o and a whole lot of ticklish .
“You alright ?” he asked
You giggle and shake your head yes
He starts to unbutton your jeans but you quickly stop him
“Peter I’m not ready.” you say
He shakes his head in confusion “Y-you aren’t ready ? But you-”
“Ever since David I just don’t, love myself.” you say as you look down
Peter nods “Okay well , could I try something ?” he asked
“What are you going to try?” you asked
“Just trust me.” he said “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop okay?” he said
You nod trusting Peter
He takes off your jeans and panties, you were already soaking wet, no surprise
He starts to kiss near your heat and then you quickly realize what he’s about to do
“Peter!” you yell but it is far too late
You are hit with his tongue and you got a warm fire sensation your stomach, nobody has ever , well you know.
Peter was so turned on , the sounds, the moans, the little pants and whimpers you made, the broken moans, sounding like a broken record for that’s all you could do. You were speechless. Your fingers wrapped up and tangled in his hair, but he didn’t mind, he took your pain, because you took his pleasure , you start to arch your back and grabbing a hold of the sheets, begging him not to stop, for you were becoming undone, your legs shaking, your lips would give out little whimpers, you would grind against his tongue, because you wouldn’t get enough , you lasted about 8 minutes until you came, Well Peter wasn’t done. He grabbed you back and your eyes quickly widen
“Peter!” you yell
“I’m not done.” he simply says
You then grasp his neck , holding on for dear life, biting your lip because you were positive you could scream , he then does this rotation with his tongue and it was almost becoming a game more than pleasure, but then you quickly realize what he is doing.
“Oh my gosh Peter…” you moan
He is spelling out m i n e with his tongue on your clit.
After he made you cum twice he was done
He wiped his mouth and then kissed your cheek.
“I love you my lost girl” he said
“I love you too Peter.” you say as you kiss him back