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wvldorf  asked:

1+9+10 with peter pan please ? :)

1. Come over here and make me.
9.  Let’s play a game, with no rules.
10. Teach me how to play.


Title: Stay Quiet
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
Warnings: Well, yeah these are to enticing to not have it so: Smut.


 My hands slid over the tall blondes shoulders as he hiked me onto his back, his arms holding my legs up and around him. I giggled playfully while he trotted around the campfire, laughing a bit as I squealed when it felt like he was going to fall, only to laugh out loud when he saved us at the last minute. 

“Felix, you’re gonna trip and fall into the fire!!” I yelled, trying to sound serious even though I continued to smile and hold back stifles of laughter. 

“Oh please, I wouldn’t do that.” He grinned, hunching his back so I fell forward a bit. “But I might accidentally toss you into it by yourself!” 

I swatted at the back of his head, snorting some as he finally set me down so I could catch my breath. “You’ll get in so much trouble!” I smirked, pointing at his nose before flicking it lightly. 

He scoffed, rubbing the tip of his nose where my fingers had hit. “Of course I would.” He winked at me, raising a brow. “You’re his favorite.” 

I blushed, clearing my throat as I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Right…Well…That’s not what I was getting at.” My words were pushed together into one really fast sentence as I tried to avoid the subject that Felix was hinting at. 

He chuckled. “You’re kinda adorable when you’re flustered, no wonder Peter likes you so much.” 

“Quit that!” I grumbled, swatting at his hand when he tried to ruffle up my hair. “He doesn’t even like me. Not like that.” 

Felix snorted in laughter before heading over to one of the logs to sit down. “Yeah, okay. If you say so.” 

I rolled my eyes before glancing around the area, noticing Peter across the way, watching me and Felix with a look on his face that made me wonder if he was mad or if he always looked like that. “I’m uh…Gonna go over–”

“To see Peter?” Felix grinned. “Go on then.”

“Hey, don’t make it sound weird.” 

“It is weird.” He laughed. “But I’m not judging either of you.” 

I shot him a dirty look before I headed over to Peter, his eyes lifted to meet mine before he stood, turning away from me to head into the forest. I frowned, a bit hurt that he walked away from me, but mostly wondering what I did to make him act like that. 

I sighed and hurried after him, trying to pick up my speed without tripping on any of the roots and weeds. “Peter…Ugh, what’s going on?” He kept walking and I huffed, tossing a piece of a stick at his back. He sent a dark look over his shoulder and I tossed my gaze to the floor. “Peter will you knock it off?” 

When he kept walking, I stopped and slammed my hands onto my hips. “Stop walking!” 

He snorted, but he did stop, just long enough to turn around to face me, but he started walking again, this time backwards. “Why?” 

“Because I want to talk to you.” I said and then glared. “And because I said so.”

Again, his brow raised and he gave me a dark smirk. “Come over here and make me.”

At first, I thought his tone was harsh, as if he really was mad, but when he said the last two words, it changed, it was huskier, almost full of something I hadn’t heard come from Peter…Lust. 

I swallowed a bit and then growled, grabbing onto some confidence once again before I moved forward with a bit more ease, reaching a hand out to quickly grab his arm while he was still moving backwards. 

I tugged it, making him trip a bit forward until he was almost chest to chest with me. “Stop. Walking.” 

He grinned a bit, raising a brow. “Alright. What?”

“Why are you being so rude?” I replied, my brows furrowing. 

He rolled his eyes this time and took my hand off his arm. “Go back and play with Felix, you looked like you were having enough fun.” 

I laughed. Instantly, I realized what I did and slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide as I watched Peter shoot me a fierce look. “Sorry.” I mumbled through my hand. 

“What was so funny?” The lost boy shot back, his face contorting into a sneer. 

I cleared my throat. “Oh…Nothing…You just…I mean…You were…Or…well…” I tried to say it without making him any angrier. “You…sounded jealous.”

“What?!” He hissed, I flinched a bit. “Please.”

Taking my hand from my mouth, Peter tugged it forward and behind him, pressing me even closer against him. “Please, if I wanted your attention, I’d get it. Like I have it right now and all it took was for me to walk away from you.” 

I blushed a bit. “That doesn’t mean you have my attention, I just wanted to see why you were mad.” 

“I’m not mad.” He sniped, rolling his eyes. “I’m…I’m bored.” Peter’s lips curled into a dark smirk as he caught my gaze.

“Bored?” I asked, my tone full of disbelief. 

“Yeah, bored.” His smirk grew into a grin. “I want to play something.” 

“Play what?”

“A game.” He nodded. “Yeah a game. Let’s play one. With no rules.”

My head tilted, finally interested. I really did enjoy games, even the dark ones Peter came up with. It was one of the reasons why he let me stay as the first Lost Girl. “Okay…What kinda game?” 

Peter turned us around until my back came in contact with a large boulder, his grin never faltering as his eyes trailed over my body. “I don’t think you’ve played this kinda game before, Y/N.” 

I raised a brow, suddenly even more curious. “Teach me how to play.”

The boy chuckled, lifting my chin up with the end of his finger tip. “Oh, I will, little Lost Girl.” 

“What’s the game called?” I asked, shivering as he trailed his finger from my chin down the side of my neck. 

“It’s called; Stay quiet.” The last two words were whispered huskily into my ear, his lips lingering over my earlobe. 

I nodded. “Okay…” My voice was a low whisper, I was starting to get the point of the game. “Tell me what to do?” 

He grinned, biting my neck, making me gasp out. “Stay quiet.” He said bluntly, as if it was obvious. “You have to stay quiet…If you make to much noise, you’ll lose. So whoever doesn’t make noise…wins.” 

I scrunched up my face. “I thought you said there were no rules.”

“It’s not a rule, love.” Peter laughed, his hands trailing over my sides. “It’s the object.”

“Hm.” I purred, letting him run his hands down my backside and over the plump flesh of my rear end. “Do we get to take turns?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, pressing his hips into mind and bucking them up. I almost moaned, but I instantly remembered the object of the game, I bit back the noise and bit my lip instead. “I’ll see if I decide to give you a turn.” 

Before I could respond, Peter leaned forward, capturing my lips with his own. My eyes fluttered before I shut them, bringing my hands up to tangle into his hair as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue over my lower lip. 

I didn’t hesitate granting him access into my mouth by parting them slowly. His tongue slid into my awaiting mouth, running over my own, our tastes mixing together. His hands on the back of my hips gripped my plump flesh before lifting me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. 

My body arched up against his hips, making me moan quietly into the kiss. Instantly, Peter broke away from my lips, his hand removing itself from my rear end, it arched back before he slapped it back against me. “Strike one.”

I shuddered again at the dark tone in his voice before letting him pull me back into another kiss. He pressed his hips against mine, rotating them in a circle, panting softly as he tried not to make any noise himself. 

My hand reached down between us, sliding slowly over the Lost Boy’s hardened member through the fabric of his clothes. I watched as he pulled from the kiss, his eyes shut tightly as he tried his best not to groan out loud. Once he swallowed back the urge, he struck forward, starting an assault down my neck with his lips and teeth. I continued moving my hand slowly over the front of his boxers before he groaned, tilting his hips up into my hand. 

I grinned. “Strike one.” I mimicked his earlier tone before biting his lower lip, holding the flesh between my teeth as I gazed into his eyes. I let go slowly, my hand pulling back from between us. He frowned, sending me a small glare. “Go on then, get rid of these clothes.”

His frown turned into a lust-filled grin, his hand coming up so he could snap his fingers. Instantly, I could feel his skin against my own and even more important at that current moment, I could feel his member pressed firmly against my entrance, the tip slick with my own excitement already. 

He panted softly, his hands gripping my hips. “Remember the game.” He grinned before tugging my hips forward, making him slam into me roughly, pressing in deep enough to instantly hit my spot perfectly. 

I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t even do anything to try and stop it, I let out a light scream, watching as his eyes shot to mine. His lips lifted, showing his teeth as he curled his mouth into another grin. “Strike two.”

I whimpered, brows furrowing together. I hated to lose anything. I shook my head, biting down onto my lip. I refused to make another noise from here out. I planned on winning this game. 

He slowly pulled back, rotating his hips into a different angle before thrusting back in. My hand reached up to sit on the back of his head as I pushed him forward, forcing his lips against mine. The kiss was what kept me from making anymore noise as he repeated the earlier movements. Pulling back, changing his angle and then pushing back in. 

Each time, I wanted to moan, scream, yell out his name, but I just kept kissing him, my tongue battling against his own. Finally, he picked up his speed, making us both break from the kiss, the movement and pleasure becoming to intense to keep up the work of moving our lips together.

This time, Peter groaned, his hand tight on my hip, holding me in place as he used all his speed and force to thrust into me. “S-Strike two.” I moaned, smirking some as he gave me a small glare. 

“Game over, Y/N.” He grunted, pressing deeply into me while he rotated his hips slowly.  “I want to hear you say my name. Over–He pulled back– and –He shoved back into me roughly– over again.” 

I moaned, tilting my head back. “Are you forfeiting?” I grinned a bit. 

Peter nipped at my lip, kissing me roughly again before pulling back. “I forfeit, just…” He grunted. “Say my name, Y/N.” 

Instantly, he began his movements once again, this time faster and harder, making my head fall back against the rock. “Yes…” I whimpered, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “Peter!” 

He grinned, his lips trailing down to my chest, one hand coming up to cup underneath my breast, bringing it up to his mouth as he nipped the flesh, sucking the spot softly. 

I continued to moan, listening as he let out grunts and groans of his own before he finally gripped my sides, his movements loosing their rhythm. 

“Y/N…” He said quietly, his mouth right next to my ear as he trailed kisses against my neck, sucking lightly on my earlobe. 

I nodded, moaning, my body shuddering in pleasure as I let out a soft scream, my body erupting in a white hot feeling of intensity. He groaned loudly, my walls clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.

A moment later he helped me back to my feet, a noise coming our way making him snap his fingers so we were once again clothed. It wasn’t long after that Felix slipped through the bushes, raising a brow. “What was all that screaming about?” 

Peter smirked, glancing over at me. “Nothing, we were…just playing a game.” 

Felix rolled his eyes. “A very loud game. What was it called?” 

I snorted, grinning a bit at Peter. “Stay quiet.”

keeper-of-fyrestone  asked:

The qilin was quietly trotting through the area, gathering flowers from a field. her ears twitched before she heard incoming noises. She galloped into the trees and watched the incoming noises, afraid for what it could be.

Pari had no idea as to how the hell she’d ended up in this strange place. She’d been wandering in the field, looking at how peaceful everything seemed to be. Old habits taught her to be cautious. And so she was..

It would seem that she wasn’t the only one out there.

Love Hurts ; Kai Scenario (pt. 2)

Part I


His mouth was left hanging while he took a good look at the living room. There were balloons floating in the air, scented candles, rose petals scattered on the floor. He covered his mouth with his hand the moment he realized the date yesterday—July 22. He sat on the floor staring at nothing in particular.

That’s why she’s furious. Argh! I should’ve, at least, made an excuse to them. After we practiced last night, we had few drinks, I accidentally slept and I woke up around 10 pm.

All of a sudden, he heard knocking at the front door. He immediately trotted towards the door. Kai opened the door with a wide smile on his face. “WE’RE HAPPY TO SEE YOU TOO. DO YOU MIND IF WE ENTER?” It was Suho and Xiumin who were smiling TOO nicely to him. He knew from that moment that they know what happened last night.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Suho asked with his arms crossed against his chest with a sassy look on his face. “We could’ve pushed you away or forced you to go home!” Suho scolded.

Xiumin, on the other hand, remained quiet but Kai knew he’s waiting for his cue to speak up… which scares him. A lot. “Do you know how painful it is to watch her break down all because she said what’s on her mind? You should’ve seen Y/N’s face,” Xiumin said. Jongin was in the brink of crying upon hearing those from Umin.

“W-Where is she? Is she alright?” Jongin asked.

“Probably. Jongdae, Yeol and Baek were comforting her earlier. Kyungsoo made her something to eat. Yixing composed a song for her. Yeah, she’s probably alright now,” Minseok answered.

“C-Can I talk to her?”

“Can you talk to her?”


I don’t want to listen to their audiostream ‘coz it hurts my kokoro.

anonymous asked:

(@ask-ghost-and-pup) He's feeling awful. She's feeling awful. No words are spoken. She trots over to him, in dog form at first. Then taking a breath, she does what she never has dared to, and shifts into her human form. Her true form. And though she's done this many times with many people as an animal, she curls up against him. She's bad with words. But she wants him to know she cares. This is the only language she knows will get that across. She prays he understands.

❣;; @ask-ghost-and-pup

He knew she’d make an attempt sooner or later. It was in her nature to want to comfort, wasn’t it? Whether or not he wanted her concern didn’t matter because there she was. He smelled warm fur and lifted an arm to accept her canine form, but found a woman instead.

She nudged up against him, and his arm found its way around her shoulder. He almost preferred the silence. Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be said. She was there and, like the others that had tried before her, she was making an effort. He didn’t show that he appreciated it just yet, but a ginger squeeze around her shoulders and his nose burying into her hair should tell her that she was doing exactly what she aimed to do.

Happy Birthday Sas’ke || Closed Rp

It was already morning when a blonde man, followed by a trotting fox and a giggling child, entered in the room where a paler man was still hasleep. That was the only day thry could sleep a little longer and Naruto had tried his best to not wake his beloved. 

The child was the first who jumped on the bed but she approached the man gently “papa! papa” she whispered as she snuggled in the man’s arms, if there was something she adored it was cuddle in the morning “wake up papa!” she repeated.

The fox jumped on the bed as well and she cuddled against the other’s legs.

Naruto smiled at that scene and he followed the girl, sitting next to Sasuke and hugging him from behind “Happy birthday love” he whispered, hugging the man gently

@sasuketemeuchiha