Prompt: anonymous asked: okay so
I’ve been looking through a LOT of your imagines and its safe to say that i
frikin love ur blog and i was wondering if you could do one of peter pan x
reader where the reader is watching the campfire at the corner and peter comes
up from behind (theyre dating btw) without her knowing and starts kissing down
her neck and teasing her there and id love it to be just really cute and pan
whispers some inappropriate things and end in smut + lots if foreplay :))
Anonymous asked: YOOO
YOUR SMUT IS SO GOOD THANK YOU!!!! More Peter Pan smut okay? ;) Robbie Kay is a
sexy devil. But seriously ur writing is so talented you should be proud
A/N: I am going to hell. Enjoy darlings!
You had traveled to just about every realm, but you can
honestly say Neverland was your favorite. When you had first arrived you knew
you were going to love dense-jungle island. It held such magic and wonder that
you felt like you had jumped into a fairytale. Well, you kind of had, but
that’s beside the point.
When you had first arrived, Peter and his Lost Boys were
wary of you, having never had a girl come to the island before, not including
Wendy, of course. As time went on, however, the boys learned to love you, seeing
you as an equal and friend. Peter had taken an extra special liking to you,
though. Two months into your stay in Neverland, the beautiful demon boy had
pulled you the most beautiful spot in Neverland, and for the first time, had
told you of his love for you. Ever since then, the two of you could rarely be
seen without the other. You made him into a better person, the person he
thought you deserved, and for once in your life, you could say you were
It was night; the day had been long day, the boys just now
settling down from a day full of games. Most had gone to sleep, but you and a
few others had stayed up, watching the campfires glow. You were transfixed by
the flames, the colors melding together to create such a wonderful array, it was
nearly impossible to look away. You were too lost in thought; you didn’t even hear
someone approach you from behind. You felt a pair of lips on the back of your
neck, and you jolted in surprise. You soon relaxed, knowing it was Peter. No
one else dared to touch you in such a way.
Peter kept placing kisses on your neck, making you moan
slightly. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. You sighed
contently, loving the feeling of his body against you. You felt him press his lips against the shell
of your ear, before you heard him whisper in your ear. “(Y/N), kitten, do you
have any idea how much I want you?” You gasped sharply at his words, a faint
blush dusting your cheeks. “Oh, love, I’ve been thinking about that tight pussy
all day. Can’t wait to get you alone, kitten. Gonna make you scream my bloody
name.” You pressed your thighs together in hopes of getting some friction, the wetness in your
Peter knew what he was doing, and he loved it. He loved the affect he had on you, what a few simple
words could reduce you too. He decided to take it a step further by ghosting
his hand over your clothed core, the slight touch making you whimper. He
smirked against your neck, knowing he has you right where he wants you. “Come
on love, let’s get out of here, yeah?” he whispers in your ear, his hands still
ghosting over where you want him most. Not trusting your voice, you nodded,
allowing him to poof the pair of you back to his treehouse.
As soon as you appeared in his treehouse he slammed you
against a wall, his lips harshly covering yours. You moaned against his lips,
pressing your back against his with equal fervor. You brought your hands to his
head, tugging at the soft hair there. He groaned, and deepened the kiss. You
felt his hand in your hair, before he suddenly jerked your head to the side.
You gasped at the feeling, before you felt him bite and suck on your neck. You
almost whimpered under his ministrations, loving his treatment of you. He
wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his.
You felt his hand trailing under your shirt, before firmly
grabbing your breasts through your bra, his attack on your neck not stopping
for one moment. You were too lost in the sensations; you didn’t even hear a
faint snap of his fingers. You hadn’t realized what he had done until you had
felt a slight breeze against your skin, your eyes moved down and you saw he had
made both of your clothes disappear. You laughed slightly, loving how impatient
he was. Your laughter died off when you felt the hand that was once in your
hair cupping your core.
You moaned loudly, his
fingers slowly and methodically tracing your lower lips. His attack on your
breasts hadn’t stopped; his hands alone making you tremble and moan. He pinched
your nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. The same time he did
this, he slowly entered one finger into your dripping core. You whimpered, the
feelings were becoming too much. “Peter please…” you whimpered out, wanted to
feel more. He smirked, before adding
another finger, and quickening his pace. You moaned, the delicious friction
causing your knees to shake.
You felt you’re high coming quickly, faster than you had
anticipated. Your moans becoming louder, faster, the sounds of your pleasure
filling the room. You were almost there, until he suddenly pulled away. You
cried out, distraught over the loss of his fingers inside your pussy. “Shh, now
love, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel really good, love, I promise.”
He dropped down on his knees in front of you, his face
dangerously close to your core. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he
was going to do. He smirked up at you, never breaking eye contact as he licked
a broad stripe on your pussy. You moaned out, eyes instantly closing, your head
falling back slightly. Peter wrapped his arms arounds your thighs, pushing you
closer to him. His tongue teased against your entrance, tracing letters to your
core. You could barely make out what he was spelling, your head to dizzy with
pleasure. M-I-N-E. You moaned loudly at the realization of what
he was spelling, his possessiveness over you turning you on even more. He
traced the word over your core a few more times, before finally flicking his
tongue over your clit. You nearly screamed, the feeling becoming too much. For
the second time that night you felt your high approaching again.
Peter pulled away before you could cum, leaving you almost
screaming in frustration. He stood up quickly, pressing you against the wall
yet again. “Jump.” He said, a commanding tone in his voice. You instantly
complied, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his waist, and your arms
around his neck. He pushed your back firmly against the wall before attaching
his lips to your, reaching between your bodies to guide his cock into your wet
heat. He slowly pushed in, the both of you moaning against the others lips when
he was fully sheathed inside you.
He started rocking his hips at a fast pace, earning a grateful
moan from you. “Oh, love, you feel so
perfect around me. Bet you love my cock inside you, huh kitten?” He moaned in
your ear, the sounds of his grunting and panting flooding your senses. You just
frantically nodded your head, words failing you at the moment. He started
pounding harder into you, his hand trailing between your bodies, suddenly
toying with your clit.
You let out a choked
noise, you fingers carding in his hair. . His head dropped into the crook of
your neck, his movements relentless. You felt your pussy tighten around his
cock, your orgasm approaching for the third time that night. “P-peter! I-I’m gonna…!” you moaned out,
wanting nothing more than to cum. “I know, gorgeous. Me too. C-come for me,
(Y/N).Cum, now.” His words sent you over the edge, your grip
on his hair tightened as you screamed out his name. He followed you into bliss,
your name falling off his lips like a prayers.
When you both came off of your highs, you shakily un-wrapped
your legs around his waist, you almost falling to the ground in the process.
Peter caught you in time, and picked you up bridal style, before carrying you
over the bed. He laid you down on top of the bed before lying down next to you.
You turned to get comfortable, sleep almost consuming you, before you felt
Peter wrap an arm around your waist, pulling your body against his.
He leaned over and
placed a gently kiss on your forehead. “I love you, my little Lost Girl.” He whispered,
his hands playing with your hair as a way to lull you to sleep. You smiled
sleepily, before replying “I love you too, Peter.” Sleep quickly took over your
mind, his motions soothing you. Peter smiled at your sleeping form, wondering just
how he got so lucky to have you in his life.
(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Sirius 😏Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)
-Him always grabbing your hand to pull you to sit by his side during an Order’s meeting, sometimes even going as far as to set you on his lap whenever he feels particularly possessive that day
-Him loving to spend his morning just kissing your neck and leaving all sorts of hickeys, waking you up that way and making it hard for you to choose what to wear to hide them all
-Him even being possessive of you in his dog form, always travelling close to you, resting his head on your lap and just growling at anyone who comes too close to you
-Him doing whatever he can to work by your side, only to get rather mad whenever he learns that you both have to work separately and just to end up fucking you roughly for everyone to hear you and his frustration
-Him usually having one of his hands on your thigh during a meeting just so he could still feel you right close to him
-Him having a habit of wrapping his arm around your waist, just to show to everyone of yours and his friends that the two of your are more than just friends
-Him gifting you a nice necklace just so you could wear it all times and for him to boast how you’re all his
-Him loving to feel your nails digging into his back and chest whenever you’d both get rough, especially as he’d see it as a sign of you accepting him for being so possessive by you yourself being that way
-Him doing whatever he can to keep you from leaving his side in the morning, even giving you countless of orgasms to tire you out
-Him admitting to you that his behaviour is because you’re the only one he loves so much that he has left and just can’t stand the idea of anyone stealing you away from him
You rolled your eyes. You understood that the Doctor couldn’t help getting distracted this way, but you couldn’t imagine what would happen in an emergency.
Only his shoes stuck out from under the console- he had, somehow, with his skinny little stick-body, wormed his way all the way into the tiny maintenance hatch. Nine never would have been able to do that, you thought, feeling a twinge of nostalgia for the Doctor’s previous incarnation. If the Doctor had taught you anything, it had been that the looks did not make the man, but you could help but miss those broad shoulders and strong, workman’s hands. Not that Ten wasn’t wonderful in his own way. You didn’t think it was fair that he got to be naturally skinny like that, but there was no point in whining about it, was there?
This time, he didn’t even bother responding, although you felt like you still deserved points because his foot did twitch. You smirked. Another thing you had learned, more from the TARDIS than the Doctor, was that a little mischief could go a long way if you wanted the Doctor to learn something. He was probably the only person you knew who needed a joke as lesson reinforcement, but if it worked for him, who were you to question it? What worked, worked, and you would use what you had to. Huh. You should write a book. ‘How to Train Your 900-and-Something-Year-Old Time Lord’ would be a big hit.
“Doctor, I’ve just finished dancing naked on Raxacoricofallapatorius, so I’m gonna go take a slime bath now. If you get hungry, I mixed ground glass in the jam jar.” There. That ought to do it.
“Yeah… sure thing….” Or not.
Exasperation irritably buzzed against your brain. Well, if he was going to be like that, it was time to bring out the big guns.
“… I love you.”
You had done things in your life that you regretted. Less, since you came aboard the TARDIS, but still. You knew that feeling of suddenly wishing, beyond all things, that you could roll back the clock and change something you had said or done. Everybody did. It was nothing special. And no, for your information, it is not unreasonable to try to will an event out of existence by the power of your mind. Yes, it is ridiculous, and no, it will not work, but yes, everyone does it. As are you, in this moment, even as you wondered what possessed you to say something so dangerous.
You know what? your mind reasoned, This is no big deal. Perfectly excusable. Friends tell friends that they love each other all the time. Sure, you’ve never done it with the Doctor, but you’ve got to start sometime, right?
“Do you mean that?” the Doctor’s voice rang from inside the console, distorted and echoed.
Oh, of course, he hears that.
“Of course I do,” you said, and it was the truth. How he interpreted it was his business.
The Doctor, quick and agile, wriggled his way out of the console, coming out very rumpled with his tie thrown over his shoulder and his hair all fluffed out in that just-got-lucky manner that was going to drive you crazy now that you had noticed it.
You didn’t know if you were blushing, but it felt like you were, so you thought fast and said the most brilliant thing that your mind could come up with! “I think you lost a button in there.”
Smart. Very smart, that was. Bravo. In your defense, you were under a lot of- oh, whatever. It’s not my job to explain you to yourself. Figure it out on your own. We’re getting to the good part.
“What did you just say?” he asked, and you did not like the look in his eyes. That wide-eyed, unblinking, very, very brown stare that would drive you mad if you let it. And you had let it, you supposed. Falling in love with him had been the worst idea ever.
“I said you lost a button.”
The Doctor looked at himself and found that, despite what an idiot your were (that wasn’t what he was thinking, but I’m sure you know what I mean), you had spoken the truth: a button had popped off of his shirt.
“Oh, bother it, that’s-” the Doctor stilled, cutting himself off. “No!” he exclaimed, pointing at you (and if that didn’t make you flinch, well, then nothing did). “No distractions this time. You said you loved me.”
“Yes.” And another astounding bout of witty banter from your side. Point, match.
“Did you mean it?”
“Of course I meant it!” Shut up!
“Then why didn’t you say so before?!”
The Doctor surged forward faster than you could back away, and his lips crashed against yours.
Now, at this moment, I would like to give you a little privacy, seeing as it’s nobody else’s business that the Doctor kissed you until you were forced to break away for air, so let’s just say that he was rather… passionate about the exchange. As were you.
The Doctor laughed at you as you panted for air. He grinned, looking completely, utterly happy.
“You know,” he said, “we could have done that ages ago if you had just said. Did I mention I love you too?”
How would the RFA react to MC being constantly scared she is being abusive towards them because she has been accused of being abusive in the past? Like their relationship is absolutely healthy, but she keeps being tempted to call it off because she loves them so much and is scared of accidently hurting them.
Okay, so maybe this isn’t fully abusive, but I hope you still enjoy this!
RFA reassuring MCshe’s not being abusive
course you get jealous, okay?
wouldn’t you? He’s gorgeous, he’s nice, it’s obvious he has fans and coworkers
running after him.
you’ve been here before, you are so possessive! Remember what your ex used to
tell you? You were a crazy paranoid bitch!
in order to not being accused of getting possessive, you try to be as more
indifferent that you can
I have this new co-star in that musical, is it okay if we do some… provocative
scenes?” “Do what you want. Your career, your choice.” Oh, okay…
he’s glad you’re cool with that, but sometimes you’re too cool, you know? To
the point of being cold… As if you don’t really care about anything, about him
or this relationship whatsoever…
he confronts you about it, you’re so confused. “Wait… you’re mad at me because
I’m not jealous?” “No, it isn’t like that, it’s just… you’re so cold sometimes,
MC! I feel like I could do porn and you wouldn’t even say anything. I… feel
like you don’t want to be a part of this with me. And it’s hard because both my
career and you, they’re so important to me.”
my god… he’s so hurt! What the hell are you doing? “Zen, I… of course I want to
be a part of your career, I’m just trying to give you some space, I don’t want
us to break up because I couldn’t control my possessiveness…again.”
then you tell him everything about your ex-boyfriend, and… okay, maybe you are
a little paranoid, because, from what he can tell, you never acted possessive
around him, not even during that whole Echo Girl ordeal.
you’ve always done ever since you showed up was being supportive to his work
and his choices. And jealous isn’t good, but it’s normal, he gets super jealous
tells you all this and hugs you in reassurance, he wants you to always speak up
your mind if you don’t like something on his work, consider yourself his
symbolic manager from now on.
a few months later, symbolic manager turned into real manager.
your defense, he can act like a train wreck sometimes
so common to see him nervous and flustered with every attempt of getting…
intimate coming from you.
you’re pretty sure you’re pressuring him on doing things he’s not ready to do
and doesn’t want to.
want him to be comfortable and do as he pleases, so… any initiative should come
from him from now on.
since he’s shy, there is no initiative coming for a while now, to the point you
two are feeling like two buddies sharing rent, not a couple living together.
here are you in the bed getting ready to sleep, but neither of you are really
sleepy, so you’re cuddling lazily and catching up about your day.
since it’s been a while… things get heated pretty fast, with kisses growing
deeper and you subconsciously getting closer. You look at him and he’s red as a
tomato, then you immediately back away.
boy is so frustrated, did he do something wrong? Is it that bad that you won’t
even talk about it? No, but he needs to know what’s wrong in order to fix it,
am I… am I not good enough for you?” “What? You’re great for me, honey!” “No, I
mean… on… you know, bed stuff…” Ohhhhhh…
are great if you’re not feeling forced to it” “F-forced? But I was never forced
before, MC!” “Really? Because I feel I’m forcing you sometimes! You get so
flustered and uncomfortable, and I hate seeing you like this, but I like being
close to you so much I don’t even… ugh, I’m so selfish, Yoosung!”
That was the last thing he could ever think about you… and boy, he might be
insecure, but you’re on a whole different level, ain’t you?
shy and gets flustered easily, but he never felt pressured to do anything, much
on the contraire, he feels like you really encourage him and boost his
confidence on being the man he wants to be.
told you all that, and let’s say you both felt really encouraged that night on
doing a lot of new things.
is most about you as business partners.
you were in school, people will say working with you could be a challenge
sometimes, since you tend to be a control freak and not taking other people’s
opinions that well
obviously you’re afraid of being authoritarian, because Jaehee dealt with a
very commanding boss for too long now.
you usually do as she says without questioning much, or nothing at all.
first, it feels good to Jaehee, she feels a lot of freedom, but as time passes,
she realizes it’s not that great.
creative and used to contribute with great ideas, she misses this. Also, what’s
the point of being partners if you’re just doing it as she says? Like you’re
just one random employee?
afraid of saying anything, but she can’t stand this anymore! What if this ends
up affecting your personal relationship as well? With you acting like her
puppet or something?
she finally gathers some courage to confront you. “MC, are you unhappy with the
cafe? Is that why you’re not taking part in decisions anymore?”
No! I… care so much about the cafe, Jaehee! I want it to succeed and I know my
bossy tendencies would only get in the way of it…”
bossy tendencies? All I see is an assertive, go-getter girl with great ideas…” “Yeah,
who sucks at team working, you should see the disasters my projects ended up
being in high school…”
high school wasn’t the highest point of her life either, but from very
different reasons. Either way, she’s sad you carried these insecurities up
until being a grown woman.
isn’t high school. If you have a problem, you two will deal with this together,
you’re not alone anymore.
partners in business and in life.
not the only one worried about not being able to handle emotions very well.
your ex kept telling you over and over how cold and distant you can be,almost
like you didn’t care about the relationship at all, even your parents would
endorse this as well.
don’t want to be cold, that’s not what Jumin needs, he needs a bright attentive
you’ll be that person, to the point of being… clingy.
first, he enjoys the attention. You’re always calling and texting, even when
you have nothing important to say.
then it starts getting in the way of his job a little. He doesn’t want to hurt
you, but he can’t keep walking out of important business meetings just to talk
to you, even though he would really like it.
his father took a notice of this and, based on his experience with women, he
could only come to a single conclusion: she’s trying to mark territory because she
thinks you’re cheating on her, son.
MY. GOD! Why would you even think something like this? He would NEVER cheat on
you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever did something so despicable
know how much I love you, right, my love?” “Yes, sure. You know I love you too,
right?” this isn’t romantic at all, it’s just tense as hell!
do, and I appreciate it a lot, so keep this in mind and never think I would do something
that could hurt you, MC, like leaving you or… cheating on you…” “Cheating on
me? Why would you even say that, Jumin?” okay, now you’re both super confused.
you’re worried about me cheating on you?” “No, I’m not. I mean… I wouldn’t be
surprised since I’m so cold sometimes…it wouldn’t be the first time…”
yeah, the ex who cheated on you because you were allegedly too cold… you talked
a little about him. He’s a smart man and can put two and two together pretty
fast, your recent clinginess has everything to do with that.
can find as many excuses as they want when they’re willing to cheat, MC, but in
the end they’re just cheaters. Maybe I’m being biased here, but I don’t think
there’s something wrong with you at all.” And do you even care he’s being
we all know he pushing you away like that was most about him and his own
you’re pretty sure it has to be about you as well, I mean, you can be very
needy when you want to, your ex told you that a couple of times.
want to give him all the love he deserves, but… you don’t want to be a clingy
guess whose turn is it in pushing away? Yep, yours.But
you’re more subtle, actually, you never get angry or snappy, you just… avoid
him. A lot.
first he thought you were just giving him space to deal with his brother issue,
but even after Saeran got a little better, you were still very distant.
was that supportive optimistic girl that got trapped with him in that apartment?
He misses you and your joyful spirit.
he doing something wrong again?
you know you can call me out if I start acting like a prick again, right?” “Yeah,sure…”
so what are you waiting for, then?” “Excuse me?” “Tell me what I’m doing wrong
this time, MC.” “Nothing! Why would you even say that?”
because you’ve been so cold lately… I’m trying really hard not to be that guy
from before, MC, I would hate to hurt you like I did back then just because I
have a lot to deal with…” “Well, maybe I have my share of responsibility on
what happened back then?”
are you even saying? You’re blaming yourself for him getting insecure and
snappy? No! He was the problem back then, and he wouldn’t be able to come through
if it wasn’t for your patience and reassuring attitude. You’re the light of his
make it up for lost time, you two never cuddled so clingy that night. Not that
any of you is complaining, tho.
Soulmate AU: You Can’t Lie to Your Soulmate (Mobster!Ben Organa-Solo x Reader)
A/N: Holy shit, it’s been half a year and I’m only just now posting a Kylo Ren fic.
Ben Organa-Solo and Kylo
Ren were not the same person. Sure, they were both very tall, dark-haired young
men who expressed an air of intelligence and aloofness, and they were never
seen in the same place at the same time, but that was to be expected: Ben Organa-Solo
was the well to-do son of an adored senator, a self-proclaimed arts dealer by
trade on top of that. Kylo Ren was a mask-wearing gang leader who terrorized an
entire city doing God acknowledges what under the shade of night.
No, they certainly weren’t
the same … Because Ben Organa-Solo had the sense and decency to hide that
side of himself from everyone else.
Nobody needed to know that
his friends (?) Armitage Hux or Phasma Silverman were more like his righthand
man and woman in crime. Nobody needed to know that an abundance of his money was
actually linked to his involvement in black-and-grey market sales or back alley
dealings with the indebted. And nobody really
needed to know that he had been out on this particular evening, inflicting a
hit on some deplorable who couldn’t keep his mouth shut about a deal gone awry.
That’s what made Ben’s
sudden visit to the hospital for a cut running down his left temple to the
bottom of his cheek both unexpected but easier to get away with: nobody knew
who he moonlighted as, so he could just lie about it.
Love, real love
Will never say you’re too demanding
It will never be afraid to commit
It will never search for fragments of other souls in your own
Love, real love
Will accept you wholeheartedly,
It will see you for what you are, and acknowledge even the less desirable traits you possess,
And yet, they will adore you not in spite of it, but because of it.
Request: “Can you do a kylo x reader emperor au where
after they do the deed the reader gets up to gets ready for her empress duties
and kylo just watches her put on her makeup and get her dress on and putting
her jewlery on and crown (if you want) and she outs her leg on the bed to out
on her stockings and kylo is all like oh nooo bbygurl don’t playyy and hes thinking
in his head how did I get such a baddie and you can take it from there.”
Kylo Ren x Reader
smut AND SO MUCH FLUFF AND SWEETNESS
of darkness and light prospered in your large bedroom. His milky skin on black
sheets, twisting and turning under your body, with a crooked smile that
teetered with lovely moans, and eyes that lit up in an adoring brilliance. Red
marks ran stark along his white flesh, indentations left in the heat of
passion, with pressed kisses murmuring half-hearted apologies to the sore
promised to only take up a fraction of your time, but you knew he couldn’t keep
up such a lie. Kylo Ren never did anything in part, he always finished what was
started. So the pecks that he had sworn would only last a second diverged into
passionate love making, and on that matter he never rushed. Ten minutes turned
into an hour, and as you lay panting beside him, you accepted that this hour
would stretch a bit longer when he started staring at you with those big, brown
“You what me to what?!” Marinette looked at the two girls in horror.
“Kiss and make up,” Rose repeated patiently.
“But… but that’s not… that’s what you two.. I mean…” Marinette stumbling words were nothing compared to the chaos going on in her own brain.
“I was very unfair what you said,” Juleka said softly.
Marinette hated the fact that they were right, however, “What Chloé did…”
“Oh we know. Chloé isn’t completely blameless on this one,” Rose agreed while Juleka smirked while nodding her head. “That’s why Sabrina and Alix are talking to her about it right now?”
“Really?” Dammit it she sounded way too curious!
“No, no, absolutely not! This is an absurd idea Sabrina! Alix, did you put her up to it?” Chloé pointed a well manicured finger at the shorter girl.
“Pfff, yeah right. I’m just here as back up,” Alix said as she crossed her arms.
“This is a ridiculous idea Sabrina. What even possessed you to come up with such a ludicrous idea!” Chloé turned back to her best friend, though she was starting to feel like best traitor was a better term.
“Now, now Chloé, you weeeeere kinda mean to Marinette,” Sabrina tried to explain kindly.
Chloé wouldn’t look at Sabrina now, her arms crossed looking away. “Right, because what Marinette said wasn’t…”
“It was uncalled for, and rude. Trust me Chloé I’m on your side in this. That’s why this is the best idea ever! You both did something wrong, so if you kiss and make up you’re not just admitting you were wrong, but forgiving each other,” Sabrina’s enthusiasm was obvious in her voice. Not that Chloé was convinced yet by the look she was giving the redhead.
“Besides,” Alix finally chimed in. “If you don’t do it, you’re basically saying Marinette was right.”
“As if! Oh Marinette Dupain-Cheng better be ready for me,” Chloé didn’t realize how much her tone did not sound like a war declaration and a lot more like something else.
Adrien had seen plenty of stage kisses for shots, and none of them were nearly as awkward as what he was looking at right now. Marinette and Chloé were staring at each other, an arm’s length apart. They’d been standing there for three minutes now.
Everyone in their group was silent, including Kim, because if this didn’t work everyone knew the rest of the school year was going to be horrible. They were too much alike, and they could either be good friends or the most bitter of enemies for another year. No one wanted to deal with it anymore.
Something changed finally as Chloé closed her eyes and puckered her lips, leaning towards Marinette. They were too far away from each other and Marinette had a look of panic on her face. If she bolted Chloé would be humiliated and would definitely lash out!
Then Marinette’s face softened and she took a step forward, kissing Chloé on the lips. Everyone sighed in relief, the tension in the air eased and everyone started talking to each other about how good the rest of the year was going to be now. Adrien though didn’t join in on the conversation.
“Hey Nino,” Adrien interrupted his best friend’s conversation. “Do you think they’ll start dating?”
Nino laughed. “Adrien, you really are sheltered. Just because they had one kiss…. er, are still kissing…?”
Everyone looked over at the two girls, who were no longer awkward and tense, but locked in an embraced and kissing each other deeply.
“Rose, Sabrina. This isn’t kiss and make up. This is kiss and make out.”
You have left K’un-Lun defenseless, broken your sacred vows, and possess no knowledge of what powers you even have. And I half expected you to throw New York in chaos. You are without a doubt the worst Iron Fist I’ve ever heard of.
Genre: fairy!au, based on @lthyl ‘s request which i delayed for a decade and half :*
Summary: When did we stop believing in fairy tales?
PART 1, PART 2
whimsical about tonight. Maybe its the way the stars appear brighter than usual, adorning the inky
night sky like sprinkles of gold dust.
Underneath the vast
expanses of the starlit skies, the city hustles and buzzes with life. Jimin watches closely, the way humans scurry around like ants lost in a maze of
concrete jungles and streetlights. From where he sits perched at the very edge of a
skyscraper, wind blowing his golden hair, he feels a certain longing bloom,
unfurling its hopeful petals inside his chest.
Hope is a
treacherous thing and he’s afraid of the dangerous desires brewing deep within
It’s funny, he
thinks, how humans waste away their lives longing for fairy tales and a life of
wandering amongst the stars, but the stars don’t hold Jimin’s attention
tonight. The only thing he
painfully longs for in vain, is something further away to him than the stars
are to the humans on this particularly starry night.
There seem to exist certain blank spaces in between the events that you
cannot recall for the life of you, and as you stare at the blossoms of blue and
violet underneath the skin that stretches taut across your wrists, you can only
hope that the you from the night before hadn’t really been involved in anything
life changingly stupid.
Being the ever studious and ever so meticulous university kid you’ve
always been, it’s hard to decipher what exactly had possessed you the evening
before an extremely crucial test to give in to the whining persistence of your sometimes
annoying best friend.
“You’ve been glued
to your desk for days, Y/N!” You remember her
complain to you in her chirpy voice over the phone. “You need, like NEED, to blow off some steam before you self implode… explode whichever.”
You spring off the bed, warily approaching the full length mirror that
stands in the corner- it’s metallic edges, glint silver in the bleak morning
light that now filters in past your rather translucent curtains, throwing a
weak yet mesmerising spectrum of iridescence on your white walls. Giving into
her constant whining had obviously been a bad idea when she had waltzed away
from your side quite early into the night never to return again. Dancing had
never been your scene so you groan somewhat remembering yourself flopped at the
bar closest to the dance floor instead, as you tried to hold a pretty slurred
and very much one sided conversation with the poor bar tender about the beauty
Assessing your haggard
reflection, you’re quite surprised that your drunken self from the night before
had somehow held enough decencies to have at least changed out of the skin
tight dress before losing to the sweet oblivions of sleep. You inspect
your skin closely, twirling around in your ivy blue nightie that barely reaches
the top of your thighs, and you’re genuinely pleased when you see no other
bouquets of shameful violet decorating your skin. But apart from that, you’re a
mess really. Your hair’s a hay stack- with your artfully styled curls
resembling more of a bird’s nest now, and your eyeliner’s smudged, as if you
had been crying your soul out all night. All that remains of your bright
lipstick, is the faint residue of dusted rose that sits engrained within the
delicate grooves and creases of your lips and you surely look like a character
straight out of some low budgeted horror flick.
In that moment, you halt all movement, surprised when in the wake of a very
faint memory which is enshrouded in a brilliant brightness and yet too fuzzy
and unreal for you to be able to actually focus on. A slight tingle rushes
across the plump flesh of your lips and you bring your hands to your mouth,
running thin fingers over them, as you feel your heart beat quicken, for well,
seemingly no reason.
“Well, well now-” A sickeningly sweet and ridiculously melodic
voice, rings out across your room, and you jump, literally jump a mile out of
your skin as you whip around.
“How good of a kisser I must be that you’re still feeling the after-shocks
of last night, eh?”
Your mouth falls open in silent terror when your wild eyes finally find
the boy, the absolute stranger, who lounges lazily on your bed as if he very
rightfully belongs there when you definitely remember waking up alone. He
stares back at you, a shamelessly wide smile stretching on his pretty lips, and
the smile screams trouble and is nowhere close to sincere. You slowly back up
against the wall, your trembling knees seeking the support of something
stable because they threaten to give in otherwise.
He rakes a hand through his dishevelled hair, golden strands threading in
between his slender fingers before slipping through like fine silk and despite
the bubbling fear, you feel your heart flutter in a manner so strange that it’s
novel. It thumps like a bass drum against your ribcage- and you’re almost
certain that none of it is just because of the adrenaline that pumps alongside
fear in your veins. You only watch mesmerized- so thoroughly smitten by the
strangers beauty that you actually find yourself almost forgetting that
you’re, infact, supposed to be scared, and, no matter how useless an
attempt you should be desperately yelling for help.
“W-who-wha-you?” You stammer out incoherently and your voice is an
However he seems to understand, smirking devilishly in response as he,
without a care, without a shame, locks his arms around the back of his neck
only to lean back comfortably against the head board of your bed. His eyes
never leave yours the entire while and you find yourself, withering away by the
minute under his intense stare.
“So you don’t remember me? I’m kind of hurt here.” He sneers, smirk wiping
clean off his face as a feigned hurt takes over his perfectly sculpted features.
"I’ve n-never seen y-“ you are cut short and your claims still
hang in the air with an empty hollowness because just then he moves so fast,
you’d deem it humanly impossible.
And within a flash he’s standing in front of you, grabbing at your wrists
the moment you throw your hands up in defence. With an iron clad grip he
harshly pulls you towards the bed, all along treating your body as if you
were no more than a life sized rag doll. You let out a piercing scream that’s
cut short when you stumble, helplessly falling flat on top of the mattress. Air
whooshes out your lungs in a loud huff and alarms go off in your head as you
take in the predatory stance with which the boy then leans down, hovering on
top of you- trapping you like a defeated animal within the cages of his strong
arms, effortlessly barring all your escape routes from underneath him.
“Humans are awfully forgetful.” He accuses, voice sounding a bit
breathless. A thin veil of nonchalant calmness masks a desperation, an urgency
much greater than what he shows. You swallow, shrivelling like a dead leaf
under his the venomous gaze. You’re scared out of your mind, finally realizing how
utterly helpless you really are. Lying underneath an absolute stranger in your
own bedroom which had suddenly started to feel so foreign in his unwelcomed presence,
you’re too afraid to envision the various blood stained scenarios that threaten
to conquer your consciousness.
You whimper softly, a lone tear leaking down your face before you can even
realize. Past your blurry vision you try to read the expressionless mask the
stranger wears on his beautiful face, but it gives off absolutely nothing. Seeing
your pitiful state, something seems to shift in his gleaming eyes, and
appearing almost apologetic he straightens up, releasing you from his
stronghold with an exasperated sigh. He’s obviously irritated by your inability
to recognize him but no matter how hard you try to reach out for the memories
that might hold even a fleeting glance of his face, his presence, you come up
with absolutely nothing.You wipe your eyes, roughly with the back of your hands
and as your gaze shifts up, you very embarrassingly notice, for the very first
time the lack of clothing on the boy. He wears a pair of tight black jeans,
hugging his thighs just right and ripped artfully at his knees and thighs, but
other than that his lean yet muscular torso’s completely bare. It’s strange but
you can’t help but notice the way he wears his own skin, with a kind of poise
that makes his part-nakedness appear absolutely normal. Infact he even appears
He begins to pace the room lazily, his hands covering his troubled eyes.
When he pauses for a moment his body facing the window and the streaming
sunlight at a certain angle, it is as if you’re really looking for the first
time and your eyes land on something you absolutely don’t believe seeing. Shaking
your head, you blink rapidly- but they refuse go away; they don’t vanish into
nothingness like they should, for there was no way on earth that they were
But given the angle they are at, growing like giant petals from his shoulder
blades are the two thin membranes, fluttering a mile a minute. The boy cocks
his head, turning to look at you over his shoulder, as if somehow sensing your bewildered
gaze boring into his back. You find it hard to wrap your head around the fact
that, indeed there are wings protruding from his back. W.I.N.G.S you spell out
in your head for your sanity’s sake. For a moment they still, letting you see
the network of veins running all throughout them like threads which glitter
like gold everytime they catch the peeking sunlight.
"What are you?” you ask shakily, after maybe minutes or maybe an hour
of being rendered speechless.
“A fairy.” He replies, as if he’s only stating the obvious and as if
you're nothing more than one those difficult five year olds who only
question the most self-explanatory things.
And then it hits you like a ton of bricks, the memory seeping in behind your
closed eyelids like the same golden glow that that had lit up the darkest of
alleyways the night before, as if the sun had descended down to the earth,
merely to brighten that narrow strip of the world around the two of you. The
memory comes with the soft sensation of his plushy lips, gently moving in sync
against yours, the motion being so sweet, so full of emotion that you can
physically feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach like a volcano. You can
feel his harsh grip on your wrists, an action contrary to the
ministrations of his gentle mouth and you can almost hear his ragged breathing,
the thumping of your hearts. As the kiss gets fiercer with both passion and raw
desperation so does the blinding light, which seems to be emanating from him
somehow, grows brighter by the minute.
The memory comes to an abrupt end the same way the glowing boy had
vanished from underneath your touch the night before, leaving you-reaching out
for thin air, only to find nothing but the cool damp brick walls and the eerie
darkness of the night.
“You’re the guy from the club last night!” You exclaim,
cringing at how loud you were being.
He clicks his tongue, chuckling slightly as he turns to face you. “More
like: You’re that absolutely breath-taking guy I made out with last
night.” He corrects slyly, watching you become a hot mess with your
blushing cheeks and indignant huffs.
"Who also happens to be a psychopath, who calls himself a
fairy.“ You retort.
But then your face is serious again, your eyes wandering over to find the tips
of his wings, rising from behind either of his shoulders, the very
reminders of the queer possibility that the boy who stands in front of you
might not even be human. "Fairies don’t exist.” you state bluntly,
not wanting to believe any of it in fears of losing your sanity the moment you
“Yeah, the same way your brain doesn’t.” He mocks openly, eyes alight
even though his face is deadpan.
“That’s it. Leave now or else I’m calling the police. Hell how did you
even break into my room?” You threaten, trying to sound as convincing as
possible even though you know your phone’s probably still in your bag which is
very conveniently nowhere in sight. You’re sure he senses the emptiness of your
threat as well for he shrugs as if to say go ahead, challenging you to do
something you obviously can’t do. You don’t move an inch not knowing what to do
really. Your eyes keep returning to the wings and you ache to touch them
speculating whether they’ll vanish like a dream even with the slightest of your
“What’s holding you back babe?” He asks you the obvious, enjoying your
discomfort more than he should. “Just a quick reminder though… most normal
humans don’t really see me. Also you should stop staring so much. ” He mutters
the last bit and shocked you avert your eyes cursing yourself silently for
being so stupid.
“Why do I see you then?” You
ask wondering if he was only bluffing you just to keep you from calling
for help.“That’s my question to you.” He says in response baffling you even further.
“Why do you see me Miss Human.”
You don’t know whether you should laugh, at the sheer absurdity of it
all. Not only was a psychotic full grown man telling you that fairies
exist, but apparently you were a psychopath as well, seemingly gifted with some supernatural vision of
sorts. What were you? A ghost whisperer for crying out loud?
“I’m real” he says, as if reading the turmoil that’s churns
loudly in your head, his words looking to reassure to you, your sanity in this
absolutely mad scenario. You give your head a shake when you find yourself
almost believing him. No way any of this was real.
“Why are you here then?” You ask, standing your ground now more than ever.
“Shouldn’t you be fluttering around in some magical meadow tucked away in the
forests of never land sprinkling gold dust like confetti?”
“Well, yeah I truly should be.” He replies sounding rather honest, and
it takes you aback. “Also the pollution
of the city is affecting my health- I don’t get how you humans live in such filth.
Also Namjoon must be missing me.” He
completes, saying it all more to himself than to you. You do not understand,
neither do you wish to. You were an ordinary girl in an extremely ordinary
world. You plaster an awfully fake smile onto your face. “You don’t wish to live
in this little pigsty like world of ours, right? Then maybe you should just
He chuckles and it’s a rather beautifully troublesome sound.
“Not just yet. This world might be a pigsty but I think I just found my
favourite little piggy.”
Time waits for no one.
Neither do you, Y/N- who won’t allow a strange nonsensical fantasy to threaten
your very sensible reality. Y/N has never been late for a lecture in her entire
20 years of living and today was going to be no exception.
You storm into your bathroom before he
can react, his little term of endearment grating on your nerves as if it were
steel wool. You make sure to lock the door behind you (not sure if it were
enough to keep a creature like him out though) as you turn on the faucet
getting ready to shower. All by yourself, you somehow try to restrain the
flurry of emotions threatening to claw out of your trembling heart and driving
you berserk. You push fear and logic aside, instead contemplating idly as to what
might have lead to you getting caught up in such a sheer misfortune spelled out
like a curse on you. Had you woken up on
the wrong side of your bed? Or, had the foolish you assassinated the emperor of
a holy land in cold blood sometime in your previous life? Either ways fate had
finally latched on to your throat, deciding to make you pay in the most insane
and mythic of ways; that was for sure.
Somehow pulling together a somewhat decent
outfit and pulling your unruly hair back into a pony tail you stumble back out
into your room. For a moment you hope to find the place empty, hope that the
fairy had finally crawled back into his fairy tale where it rightfully belonged;
but to your disappointment, like an embodiment of every single misery of your
own, he stands there, arms crossed across his still very naked chest, in the
very middle of your room. The memory from last night trickles into your mind
and your heart beat grows erratic once again. An irrational part of you aches
to be that close to him once again and that irrational you aches to feel him
against you in a way where it was hard to tell where he began and you ended. A
shameful blush blooms across your cheeks and you can only hope that it slips
his attention. How many eons would it take to grow immune to his obvious good
“Definitely not as sexy as last night
but I still approve.” He sings and he seems to be scrutinising you the same way
you’re doing him. And the sinister smirk on his astoundingly beautiful face
makes the last of pink from your face fade. You literally growl at him in irritation,
wondering if a human was strong enough to rip a fairy’s annoyingly pretty head
off. However, violence wasn’t an option when your race against time had no
intention of losing its pace and if you didn’t hurry you’d be late for your
“Go back to your mythical land you useless
creature. I’ve got reality to attend to.” You sigh dejectedly, not knowing what
to do or expect. How long was he planning on lurking around here? And it’s only
for a moment but the smugness falters from his face, and you catch a glimpse of
regret and something entirely else through the cracks.
You turn around not wanting to see
anymore. Grabbing your house keys from the nearly shelf as you head towards the
door to your apartment, you half-heartedly hope that a fairy would have better
intentions than burglarizing the flat of an already debt ladden university
student. “Well then I hope you enjoy your stay here. Just make sure you
disappear by the time I get back.” You say without turning back. Your words are
met with silence when you had very much been expecting a lame sarcastic retort
and you whip around, your eyes searching for the fairy but finding him nowhere.
Maybe you had hit a nerve with your sharp words, maybe you had been a bit too
harsh. He was gone.
You should be rejoicing, truly
rejoicing. Afterall, you had finally woken up from your rather drawn out nightmare,
but you fail to understand why instead of relief your heart gives you a painful
squeeze, leaving you slightly breathless and uneasy. You think back to the inkling
of sorrow you had witnessed on his face a few moments ago and you find yourself
curious as to how devastatingly beautiful the curve of his plush lips lifted
into a genuine smile would look like. You didn’t even know his name, that is, if he had one.Guess you’d never know now and maybe it shouldn’t bother you this much. He was
gone and this was definitely good riddance.
You’re not convinced.
“What’re you spacing out for?” His
voice rings out once again but definitely not from where you expect it to come
from, but you feel the cool touch of his hand as it wraps around your own and
you almost immediately jerk back in absolute shock, either from the sudden
charge that cackles like electricity where his skin’s comes into contact with
yours or from the fact that he’s standing outside
your door instead of inside your
room- a door he had definitely never gone through. Of course you think.
“So where are we headed?” He asks, his
mask of smugness back on in full throttle and the mischief in his voice as
present as ever.
“School.” You mutter brushing past him
as you go on ahead before he notices the way a silly grin almost threatens to
Vega let out a harsh breath and nearly slammed the book down with a short angry burst of magic.
“Hey!” Aelius grunted, indignant as he snatched the book back up in his hooves. As best as his position allowed, he peered up at his sibling with a pout. “Why'dya stop? The best part was coming!”
Vega looked down at the cub in their arms and pulled a frustrated pout of their own. “I feel… ridiculous. Silly. What has possessed you to even ask me to read this anyway?”
“It’s my favorite story! You know that!” The young prince glared at his sibling as he attempted to push the book in their face. The elder simply pushed it back down with a paw.
“Yes, I do indeed know that. What I’m asking is why me? Why not ask mother or father? In fact, why don’t you read it to me?”
“Momma and Papa are good at reading, but you always tell them best.” Aelius paused before sitting up to fully turn and look in Vega’s eyes, gold boring into red. Vega visibly struggled before finally looking away, at which a frown pulled at the young prince’s lips.
“You keep asking me to read you stories and I try. I try so hard but I can’t. Not like I used to, and I…” Vega turned further, frustrated tears welling in their eyes. “I-I-I’m so slow at it, I have a hard time recognizing even simple words and I feel like a failure-”
“But you’re not!” Aelius squawked in anger as he fluffed himself up, utterly appalled. “You’re not! So what if you read slow? So what if simple words are hard? You’re still reading, aren’t ya? You’re getting better at it, aren’t ya?”
“But I’m not-”
“Yes you are. You’re reading faster that you did before and you don’t need to spell words as much anymore. How come you think that isn’t getting better?”
Vega said nothing even as they turned to look at their brother, unshed tears still shining in wide red eyes. Aelius simply tilted his head with a large smile, booping his sibling on the nose with a gentle hoof.
“You’re the smartest pony I know, Fluffy. You’re getting better; you’ll be reading like you used to in no-time!” His smile softened into something more hopeful as he held the book back up for Vega to take. “So can you please keep reading? Please, for me? You really do tell stories best.”
Vega stared for a long moment before coughing a wet, watery laugh and gently taking the book out of their brother’s hooves with the glow of their magic. The elder pressed a quick, thankful kiss to the crown of Aelius’ head, earning a pleased giggle in turn.
“Thank you, Sunshine.”
“Love you too. Please keep going? This is my favorite part!” ————————————————–
I’m trying to get back into writing and this is the first actual full drabble-thing I’ve written in….. years, probably. So it’s gonna need some work, but I’m just happy I actually did it. ;_; ANYWAY, more NextGen!verse stuff, and the first one that features a short story. The characters are Vega (the older one) and their younger brother Aelius, the children of Discord and Celestia! So to give you guys some context here:
Vega is dyslexic. To be precise, they have an acquired dyslexia called Pure Alexia. To put it simply, Pure Alexia makes it hard to read full words (and sometimes even some letters) while all other language-related skills remain intact. So Vega can write, name, and fully comprehend the word (i.e: they recognize words spelled out to them), the problem lies in that it’s hard for them to read written words (that includes things they’ve written themselves). Vega gained this difficulty when they received nasty trauma to their head (someone attempted to assassinate them), and while they’ve recovered mostly from the incident, it’s left a huge dent to their already fragile confidence.
Aelius, being who he is, has vowed to help Vega regain their reading ability once more, and that’s usually accomplished by him asking Vega to read him his favorite books and stories while offering help by sharing the methods that help him read better, or providing a letter that’s a little harder for Vega to process when spelling a word out. He learned how Vega was instructed to practice their reading and turned it into a bonding/storytime session to make it a little less stressful for his favorite sibling.
-Vega’s nickname for Aelius is “sunshine”, partly because his name roughly means “sun” and mostly because he’s just as warm and sweet as a beam of sunlight.
-When Aelius was younger the first thing he called Vega was “fluffy”. The nickname sorta remained since then.
Do you think there is anything that could happen that would make Sidon jealous or maybe even possessive? If so, what do you think it would be and how do you think he'd act? Keep up the great work by the way, and I hope you're takin enough breaks! You're always so active here, thank you for all the time you put into this blog!
Speaking of breaks- heads up everyone, there’s a chance I won’t be able to post as much tonight or tomorrow due to school, so if I’m on and off til the next weekend, that’s why!
And no problem sweetie! I like writing!
As mentioned in the mating season headcanon, Sidon get more protective during that time, making him a bit more possessive than usual.
More bite marks in obvious spots, a little less likely to leave them alone
Sidon is very trusting of his s/o, and knows that they’re an independent person who can handle himself, so it’s hard to get him jealous.
The only time he gets possessive in a social situation is if he sees his partner is clearly uncomfortable or if the creep touches them.
Then he gets mad.
He’ll stride over, looming behind the creep and taps their shoulder
The creep turns around and sees a scowl full of sharp teeth, two burning yellow eyes, and a very large, very angry Zora prince
They BOOK IT
Afterwards, he’ll stick more closely and be more er.. “dominant” later.