#Peter pevensie smut

[lightwing-s]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑

pairing: peter pevensie x female! reader

summary: stuck with royal duties all day, peter and y/n eventually need a break to have... some adult fun.

word count: 1,5k warnings: sexual content, porn without plot, breast play, p in v.

a/n: wrote this one really quickly, surprisingly, and it's here mostly so i don't disappear again because of uni.

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡

⌜masterlist⌟ ⌜requests: open⌟

The two of you had been analyzing files, signing papers, doing the heavy (boring) duties of a royal side by side for hours now. The tiredness slowly catching up, but still concentrated on the task at hand. Or so were you, not him.

With light touches, you felt Peter’s fingers brush the hair off of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Focus on the task at hand, Peter.” you warned him kindly, knowing even your focus couldn’t last this long.

“But it is so hard,” he said, hand placed carefully around your neck, his fingers coming to play with the hairs at its nape, and his lips leaving soft kisses on your skin. “Especially when such a pretty lady is standing right next to you.”

Bobbing your head to the side instinctively, you allowed him access to more space. His lips lingered all over, teeth biting and leaving behind marks he adored to paint you with, marking you as his own. You let out a deep, long sigh, his touch enough to leave you inebriated. 

His free hand fell on your lap, trying to pull your skirt up, desperate to touch the warm skin of your legs. However, a quiet screeching noise took your focus away from him. You took his hand on yours, away from your legs, and laced your fingers, moving your head to stare him deep into his eyes.

He lingered there for a while, too drunk on you to be able to react too quickly, too immersed in your eyes to pay attention to anyone else. Getting closer to you again, you felt his breath hitting your neck before giving you another bite, stronger than the ones before, full mouth meeting your skin, dragging a long, drawn out moan out of your throat.

”Close the door behind you,” he ordered, looking at the guard standing in his office, just some feet away from you, from behind your head. “And tell your comrades they don’t need to stay too close.”

Watching the guard leave from the corner of your eyes, awkwardly and in a rush, you couldn’t help the smirk from spreading on your face as you felt Peter’s tongue touch the same spot he’d bitten just before, full on making out with your neck now.

“Better?” he asked, moving your chin so you could face him again. Now you, too drunk on him, could only reply with a simple nod of your head. “Great.”

The hand that once rested on your lap, and was then tangled with yours, freed itself from your hold and pulled at your cleavage, exposing one of your breasts that was soon covered by your husband’s lips.

Peter’s tongue flickered and toyed with your hardening nipple, his mouth spreading wilder to fit almost your entire tit inside of it. He sucked on hard, deep, while his tongue still tortured your reddish, sensitive nipple.

You were sure you could’ve come just from it, but perhaps knowing you way too well, your husband stopped right before your high could’ve been reached, climbing up your chest with kisses until his lips touched yours for a long deserved, passionate kiss.

“Come here.” he demanded, breaking away from your lips and pulling at your waist. Obliging, you sat on his lap, pulling your skirt up so your wet underwear met the hard bulge tightening his pants, resting your knee on his sides as his hands slid under your dress and you started to ride him while you were both still fully clothed. “Calm down, Yn…”

He tried, but your movements didn’t stop, and you crashed your lips together to shut him up, tongues fighting in a rushed, wet, desperate battle for control, neither wanting to give in. His hands slid up your tights, nails scratching along the way, taking a hold of the hem of your underwear, a hand on each side, pulling away ripping it apart, and without wasting a single beat, he threw it away to the other side of the room.

With the speed in which the underwear was pulled from your made the soak fabric rub rashly at your clit and leave behind a painful yet arousing sensation, only turning you on even more. Now, your sticky honey left a puddle on his pants, and you could feel his thick cock way better than before, as he too was now grinding rapidly against you.

The sensation, making your head spin and your legs tremble, stopped you from noticing his hands untying his pants, pulling it down while holding you up just enough for his cock to break free, hitting against your belly as you continued to grind on his tight. You also didn’t notice him rubbing himself up and down his length, movements conveniently hidden under your skirt, as you were too involved in your little tongue dance, sucking on his and trying to assert dominance. It was out of nowhere that you felt his cock entering you without care, stretching you out, feeling like you were ripping apart just like your underwear did.

“P-pete!” You screamed as you tried to adjust to his size, years together and still not used to it. But Peter was also impatient, the long hours of work boring you two to no end, leading to a desperate need for ecstasy and release.

He thrusted hard into you, as you tried to meet him halfway, bouncing up and down his length. At this point, he had already untied the laces of your dress and ripping open the remaining bits, fully exposing your breast as they bounced up and down with your movements. 

He pulled you towards him by the hips, closing every inch of space between you two as he tug on your arms, setting them over his shoulders and you wrapped them around his neck , all the while his own strong arms embraced you by your waist, trapping you against his own bare chest.

Your movements were never ceasing, never slowing down. Quite the opposite, actually, as the sound of skin hitting against skin only got louder, your own screams following,  and the chair beneath you cracked, trembled, threatening to break with every one of his thrusts.

All day you were unaware of how much you’d desired, of how much you needed your husband inside of you, touching you, adoring you. You were too busy to focus on that, but you kept secretly always thinking about it. 

When the tips of his fingers graced over the papers, following along the lines he read, the maps he analyzed, making you wish it was your skin he was playing with. When he bit his bottom lip when concentrating, every time he found a word he couldn’t understand, mistranslated or misplaced, or a topic that left him wondering, how you wish it was your lips he was biting instead. 

When his hands rested on your back whenever he called you over, pulling you to his side asking for assistance, and his fingertips lingered on the side of  your breasts, how you wished they were wrapped on them instead, playing with them bare.

You were hungry for him all day and only now realized. The ongoing sway of your hips a testament to this truth. Bodies all sweaty, dripping, clothes gluing to each  other’s skins. Your naked chest, your hard nipples rubbing against the warmth of his own sweat soaked chest.

A knot forming on your stomach announced the coming of your high, as you begged your husband to “Please, baby, cum with me.”

With your request, you felt his load shooting up inside you soon after, filling you up with his thick seed, your husband a whimpering, moaning mess underneath you, his sound alone enough to bring you to your climax as well, your own release mixing with his inside your aching walls.

As you both try to ride down your highs, you lay on his chest, head resting on his shoulder, both breathless, messy and numb from all the pleasure. He held your chin, leaving peck  all the way up till he felt the touch of your plump lips, giving you little kisses as he waited for you to recompose, pride blooming high inside of him, glad it was him and no one else making you feel this way.

There was, perhaps, nothing Peter loved more than watching you getting drunk on his dick, getting dumb on his touch, head completely empty from anything else. Your post sex glow his favorite version of you.

“Should we move to our chambers?” he whispered, not wanting to startle you, who still rested, with your eyes closed, on his shoulder.

Looking at him through long lashes, his dirty smirk adorning his well crafted lips, you found yourself obsessed with him all over again, just like every time he fucks you senseless. Obsessed with him just like the day you met, and the day you stood on the altar, and every single day after that and for the rest of your entire life, so you wished. 

Kissing his cheeks over and over, you take a look around the otherwise empty office, made warm by the fire burning in your fireplace, darkned by the lack candles, and now filled with the smell of sex.

“We have plenty of space here.” you told him, meeting his lips once again, royal business forgotten.

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[vinnieswife]

She’s not you

Peter Pevensie x fem! reader

words: 1,8 k

warnings: smut!, fingering, oral (fem!receiving)

Peter was lying on the sofa in his flat, spending the evening watching the new Hobbit trilogy, when he heard the door open and close again.

You came in sighing. It was so typical. You didn't know how you did it, but you always manage to pick the wrong person. After tossing the keys into the container by the front door, you made your way to the living room.

"You're home already?" Peter didn't pretend to be happy about that.

You rolled your eyes and plopped down on the couch next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Why do I always hang out with idiots Pete? Why can't everyone be like you?”

Peter laughed humbly. "I don't know." He lifted his arm, and you quickly snuggled into him kicking off your shoes. "What are we watching?"

"The Hobbit."

You nodded and relaxed, grabbed a blanket and covered your body and Peter's "Marie left already?"

Peter covered his legs before sighing. "She didn't come," he admitted.  You looked up from your position, your face full of confusion.

"Peter Pevensie" Peter was sitting across from you. With one arm on the back of the couch and one leg propped up against the couch, you couldn't help but smile. "Oh no, my full name," he said, pretending to be scared.

"I can't believe it! You could have made a move," you scolded him, and he scowled with a laugh "What's so funny?".

"Y/n... I don't want to make a move. "

"Why, she's beautiful!" Peter laughed again, scratching his neck lightly before shrugging. "I don't even like her that much”

In case you didn't know, Peter's heart was pounding in his ears right now. This will be the end of your friendship; God you and Peter have been friends since the crib and he would rather repress his feelings than be nothing. "You'll never get a girlfriend if you go on like this, Pevensie! What's the matter with her?"

It was the drop that filled the glass.

"Nothing, nothing, it's just that she's not you"  Your eyes widened like plates; did he really say that?. Suddenly you realised how closely the two of you were sitting together. You were still leaning on his arm. The warmth of his skin seeped through his torso and touched the exposed skin of your back. Your whole body shuddered under his gaze, your throat so dry you couldn't swallow the lump that had formed in your throat. "Don't lie to me," he regretted saying that.

"I'm not," Peter replied quietly. All confidence left him. He regretted what he said. They both stood in silence for a while, trying to figure out what had happened. "Why didn't you say anything?" you asked.

Peter sighed and clenched his jaw. "I guess I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I would have had to find somewhere else to live, and the atmosphere would have been uncomfortable" He adjusted his seat and looked down. "Like now."

"You're stupid," he laughed. You took a deep breath before continuing. "I've loved you since we were little, Peter."

His head snapped up. Now he was the one who was surprised. "You, what?"  You nodded, confirming that what you just said was true. "You were seeing someone else, I thought you didn't like me."

Peter gulped. The air in the room changed. You could feel the heat under your skin, like someone had turned up the heat. You were still looking at Peter trying to see if you were joking. It was a joke, wasn't it?  You took a deep breath. It didn't lead anywhere. You clearly weren't the type of girl to make the first move, but this was different. It was Peter. And you'd do anything for him.

One of your hands moved over his arm before placing it behind his neck. You approach him hesitantly, but Peter knew you to well, and he just leaned in to meet you lips.

You kissed me a couple of times and it all felt the same. This was wrong. It was full of love and adoration and the sweet taste of it amazed them both. But there was something else. Passion surged and took my breath away. You didn't expect Peter to kiss like this. His hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer as his kiss became more artful.

You climb onto his lap caressing his face. Peter holds you tighter. His fingers pressed against your skin, digging into the fabric of his high-waisted jeans. You practically writhed under his grip, your body pressed against his chest as you kissed, both of your minds filled with dirty thoughts.

After waiting so long, you couldn't wait to get there because the opportunity really did come. "God, y/n". You gave him a breathtaking smile before slowly pulling his shirt off.

Peter grabbed you around the waist again and pulled you closer as he began to kiss your neck. Your hand ran down his chest, tugging at his shirt, running your hand under the fabric, caressing his warm skin, feeling the taut muscles of his abdomen. He kissed your collarbone as you whispered and moaned. His lips were still kissing your skin, moving slowly over your bare breasts.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to do that." He towered over you, supporting her weight in his arms, staring down at you and pulling her to you. You couldn't believe he was really kissing you.

"Are you going to keep your eyes on me or kiss me again?" you bite your lip and smile as you look into his eyes.

He gasped and moved closer. When he pressed his lips against yours again, his hips almost crashed against yours, making you let out a choked moan. Your hands moved over his skin, down the hem of his trousers, he lets you slide your fingers under the fabric and he moaned as you begin to plan him through his trousers.

The air in the room was overwhelming , and it was burning your skin. They were already panting, gasping for kisses, devouring each other with a hunger to kill each other.

You push Peter up and reach into your tight jeans, but he grabs your hand and stops you from undoing the top button. You held your breath, waiting impatiently for Peter to finish what he had started. His hands moved painfully slowly, caressing your spread thighs, thumbs digging into your clothed skin, making you squirm before unbuttoning and unzipping your trousers. "Lift your hips for me, my dear," he murmured, concentrating more on his actions than his words. Now, you lay on the couch beneath him, wearing nothing but a pair of black panties, and you saw his expression darken, biting his lip again.

All right. "Good girl." Peter looked sophisticated and different. Flattering and seductive was a new side of him. After all, the sweet, shy boy had a dark side.

His hand stroked your leg again, you felt the goose bumps on your skin, and when his hand finally reached the edge of his black underwear, you couldn't help but gasp as you shivered. Peter looked up, finally met your gaze and leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss travelled down your body, hitting the sweet spots on your collarbone, your sternum and down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail that made you shiver.

You stood up and reached up to pull Peter closer to you. You kissed and sucked on his neck as you felt your underwear slip completely off your legs. You started touching his trousers again, feeling his erection under the fabric. "don't tease" Peter growled, gently but firmly pushing you back on the couch as you made another mark on his skin.

Your lower belly was tense, waiting to be touched and tended to. When his lips brushed the inside of hers, you moaned and felt a kind of relief and frustration at the same time. So you didn't want him to kiss you.

"Peter," you whisper, closing your eyes and concentrating on the feel of his lips against your skin. Your head dropped back onto the pillow, your hands gripped the edge of the wide couch and you felt his tongue caress your aching clit. You hadn't had sex in a long time. Peter loved teasing you about that.

He began to move slowly, up and down and side to side, deftly turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. And when you felt one of his fingers slide inside you, you couldn't even think anymore. All you were thinking about was him, Peter.

And he pushed you over the edge. A current of pleasure exploded in your lower stomach, and the knots that formed exploded, clinging to Peter's blond hair.  "Fuck" you moaned, "I'm about to-" Peter laughed, wiped his mouth with his palm and said, "Your room or mine?" he asked with a grin. Now you're skin to skin, completely exposed.

"I don't care, just fuck me."

He took you to the next room. Lying quickly on the bed, he gently laid you down and jumped on top of you. Mocking your gentleness, he looked down at your face and saw your face pucker with pleasure and a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Peter, if you don't start fucking me now, I'll do it myself" With a thrust he filled you and paused to give you time to adjust to his size.  When he was sure he wasn't going to hurt you, he pulled back almost all the way before thrusting his hips into you.

It was simply heaven. It had to be. His movements quickened as he realized his hands were taking advantage of your hips, pressing your body into the mattress and plunging you into oblivion.

"Look, you're taking me so well," he said, panting heavily. His eyes were on your face, his blue eyes and messy hair made him stunning.

You felt your lower abdomen tighten again and you let Peter know you were close again, but so did he. His thrust became unsteady and he held his weight by clinging to the headboard. Both jumped off the cliff at almost the same time.

Peter sank to the mattress, rested his head on the corner of your neck and took a deep breath. He was still clinging to the headboard and didn't want to crush you with his weight, but you didn't mind.... Panting, you gently stroked his neck.

You had no words to say. We both knew how we felt. Rising slowly, Peter got up and went to the closet. He pulled a shirt and black boxer shorts out of his wardrobe and handed you the shirt as you sat down.

Peter grabbed you again, pulled you tight against his chest and pulled the sheets over the two of you. "y/n?" he finally said.

"Huh?"

"Thank God your date went wrong”

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[wxckedwxrld]

𝔫𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔞 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during october and november. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

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[gayandfairycore]

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Fandoms I no longer write for: 🍂

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Masterlist

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Lockwood and co:

Marmalade and mischievous mornings🌞🌷✨

Thin walls 🍓🌞✨

Titanic:

Jack dawson x reader🌞✨🍓🌷

Bbc Merlin:

Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨

Merlin x reader 🍓🌞✨

Morgana x reader 🍓🌞✨

Morgana x Merlins sibling reader pt 1 🌛🌞✨

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Just hold me 🌛🌞✨🌷

Teen wolf:

Stiles stilinski:

Movie night 🌞🌛✨

Scott McCall:

Movie night 🌞🌛✨

My babysitters a vampire:

Ethan Morgan x male reader 🌛🌞🪽

Narnia:

Narnia headcanons 🌞🌛🪽

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Xo kitty:

Do you see right through me 🌞🌛🌷✨

Outer banks:

Distraction 🌛✨

The middle:🍂

Axl heck x reader 🌞✨

Love and monsters: 🍂

Joel dawson x reader 🌛🌞✨

Supernatural:🍂

The green necklace 🌛🌞✨

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Marauders: 🍂

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Nothing is as clear as the clarity of death 🌛✨

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[narcissisticmf]

the golden witch | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: y/n returns to narnia with the pevensies and discovers something powerful about herself.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of war/violence, mentions of death, etc.

requested by: @oyasumimosura

word count: 3k

The warm air gently grazed across your skin, causing an array of goosebumps to sprout along your arms and legs. Your pupils dilated as you looked up to see the clouds gloomy over Aslan's How. Your lips enclosed together as you sat atop the bricks, overlooking the empty field.

Your eyes flickered golden as you scanned the perimeter, letting the wind softly move through the strands of your hair. Your fingers rested against the stone as your legs dangled over the ledge.

"Is something on your mind, Y/N?" Peter's voice broke you from the comfortable silence that filled the air.

"A lot of things, actually," You replied in a soft whisper as Peter took a seat beside you, his knee gently brushed against your thigh as he situated himself close to you.

Peter's silence was a way for you to know that you could continue and express what was on your mind. It was something that you picked up on from knowing him for so long.

"It's getting easier to control," You looked down at your hands and motioned your fingertips to release a glitter of golden, yellow energy that surrounded your hand. "The longer that I'm here, the stronger I become, Peter," You admitted, looking to him as you found his gaze was already locked with yours.

"What do you mean?" Peter questioned softly.

"Maybe I shouldn't go back," You replied. Peter's lips parted as you continued to speak, "I don't ever have to hide myself, Peter. Back in England, I'm always trying to conceal what I was born with. Here, I don't have to. I can finally own it and do good with it."

You could see Peter was both worried, but also delighted for you. You felt him inch closer to you as you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his torso, as his draped around your shoulders.

"You never wanted to go back, did you?" Peter questioned after a few moments of stillness.

"No," You admitted, "This is my home."

You could hear Peter's smile growing as you kept yourself close against him. In the distance of the How, you could see a group of men marching forth and onto the field. Your lips parted slowly as you pulled back from Peter, slowly standing up onto the ledge of stone.

"Peter.." You breathed out softly as the Telmarines emerged from the trees. The High King stood up and examined the troops stood before the How.

.

Releasing a couple nervous breaths, you stood before the table that was in the center of the room, preparing protection sachets for Susan and Lucy. Your fingers grabbed a pinch of ground dill and lavender, placing them into the two cloths. Using your fingertips, you gently motioned them above the ingredients in the cloth and let a glitter of gold fall upon them. Swiftly, you tied the two cloths with a string.

"Cakes and kettledrums! That's your next big plan? Sending a little girl alone into the darkest parts of the forest alone?" Trumpkin stood across the table from you, worried for Lucy.

"It's our only chance," Peter stated.

"And she won't be alone," Susan interjected.

You watched as Trumpkin walked towards Lucy with a saddened expression, "Haven't enough of us died already?"

Trufflehunter spoke up from the corner of the room, "Nikabrik was my friend too, but he lost hope. Queen Lucy hasn't. And neither have I."

You offered a soft grin, remembering Aslan from when you arrived in Narnia for the first time.

"For Aslan," Reepicheep stated.

The Bulgy Bear stood behind Peter, "For Aslan!"

Trumpkin stared at Lucy, "I'm going with you."

"No, we need you here," Lucy replied and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"They'll be safe," You held the sachets in your hands and walked towards Lucy and Susan. "Keep these on you at all times and any danger will stay off your path," You handed one of the sachets to Lucy and the other to Susan.

"Thanks," Susan offered a small grin.

"We have to hold them off until Lucy and Susan get back," Peter suggested.

"If I may.." Caspian started and stepped forward to Peter, "Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer. But as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one in particular that may buy us some time."

.

Walking out of Aslan's How with Peter and Edmund, you could hear the Narnians cheering their kings on with all their might and will. You stood close beside Peter as the three of you stood before the circle of cement in which the single combat would take place.

"Here," You placed a small strengthening sachet into Peter's pocket, in order for him to keep a strong sense of stamina throughout his fight.

"Thank you," Peter offered a small grin. He, then, drew his sword and stepped forward. You remained back with Edmund.

Miraz also stepped forward and the two of them began to circle the cement.

"There is still time to surrender," Miraz stated.

"Well, feel free," Peter replied.

"How many more must die for the throne?" Miraz questioned.

"Just one," Peter pulled down his helmet and jumped at Miraz. The two of them begin fighting, clashing their swords against one another's shields as the armies cheered from behind them.

Peter struck Miraz in the back. Miraz knocked off Peter's helmet, and then his coif. Peter swung low, and sliced at Miraz's leg. Miraz took a strike at Peter causing him to fall over, but quickly turned over. Miraz swung his blade again, but Peter turned over to roll out of the way. With all of his might, Peter continued to dodge the strikes that were hit upon him using his shield. He, then, stopped and Miraz tripped. They both quickly got up, breathing heavily. Peter looked over Miraz's shoulder and saw Caspian and Susan riding up.

You followed Peter's gaze and turned to see Caspian and Susan, but no Lucy. You furrowed your brow and watched as Peter stopped before Miraz.

"Does his highness need a respite?" He spoke angrily.

"Five minutes?" Peter breathed out.

"Three," Miraz spat.

Peter limped back towards you and Edmund, as Caspian and Susan walked forth. You released a soft breath as you noticed Peter was in severe pain, holding his arm as though it was twisted badly.

"Lucy.." Peter breathed out, looking at Susan.

"She got through.. with a little help," Susan motioned to Caspian.

Peter looked at him and offered a soft smile, "Thanks."

"Well, you are busy," Caspian replied.

Peter looked to Susan and then to the How, seeing the archers upon the ledge. "Better get up there, just in case. I don't expect the Telmarines will keep their word," Peter stated, breathing heavily through the pain.

Susan gave a small hug to Peter and he winced softly.

"Sorry," She cringed.

"It's alright," Peter spoke through the pain.

"Be careful," She whispered and parted from her brother.

Edmund looked from the Narnians to Peter, "Keep smiling."

Peter raised his sword and forced a smile to the Narnians, receiving a large cheer from them. You smirked gently and turned to look back at Peter. Peter took a seat and winced as his arm was still bothering him.

"I think it's dislocated," He groaned.

"Allow me," You stepped towards him and gently wrapped your hand around his arm. Your eyes flickered gold as you healed his wound quickly, erasing any amount of pain he once felt there.

"How did you do that?" Peter questioned with wide eyes.

"I told you, my powers get stronger by the day," You offered a soft grin.

Peter forced a small chuckle as he stood up, feeling slightly more energy than before. Edmund offered his helmet to Peter, but he pushed it away. Miraz, also, pushed his helmet aside. They walked out to the cement and return to fighting. Peter attacked quickly, but Miraz parried. The Telmarine started hitting Peter with his shield, causing him to fall backwards. Miraz ran towards him, but Peter blocked him with his shield and tripped him. Peter knocked Miraz's sword out of his hand with every bit of force he had.

Their fight continues as Peter now possessed both his and Miraz's sword, having ripped it from his grasp. Peter failed at an attempt to puncture Miraz with the blade. Miraz knocked Peter's sword out of his hand and tried to slam his shield into Peter, but the High King of Narnia grabbed it swiftly. They twist and pull at the shield for what felt like forever. You watched with worry running through your veins.

Peter pushed himself up and harshly slammed his fist into Miraz's wounded leg, causing the man to groan deeply and fall to the ground. You smirked sadistically, your eyes flickered golden as you did so.

"Respite! Respite!" Miraz begged in a whisper.

"Now's no time for chivalry, Pete!" Edmund cried out from the sidelines, with Caspian beside him. You gently rubbed Ed's shoulder and continued watching.

Peter was hesitant as Miraz held his hands up, preparing to lose the fight. Peter lowered his arm and began to walk away, towards you and the others. After Peter's back was turned, Miraz grabbed his sword and ran towards Peter.

"Peter!" You yelled out, causing him to turn around and dodged the blade in time. Peter grabbed the handle of the sword and twisted it around to push it through Miraz's underarm, along the side of his chest. The Telmarine gasped and fell to his knees. Peter pulled the sword out and held it up, but hesitated again.

"What's the matter, boy? Too cowardly to take a life?" Miraz questioned.

"It's not mine to take," Peter whispered and turned to look at Caspian, holding out the sword to him.

Slowly, Caspian made his way towards Peter and took the sword from him as Peter made his way towards you and Edmund.

"Perhaps I was wrong. It seems you have the makings of a good Telmarine king after all," Miraz whispered and bowed his head, accepting fate. Caspian raised the sword and released an angry screams. As he lowered the sword, he stabbed the ground, letting the blade kiss the small patch of dirt in the cement.

"Not one like you. Keep your life, but I am giving the Narnians back their kingdom," Caspian spoke through his teeth. He walked away and the Narnians cheered with pride and happiness. You offered the prince a soft smile as he came towards you, Edmund and Peter.

Sopespian walked over and helped Miraz up, holding his forearm before draping it around his shoulders to prop him up.

"My king," Sopespian whispered.

"I will deal with you when this is over," Miraz whispered through his teeth.

Behind Miraz's back, Sopespian pulled out Susan's arrow. "It is over," He smiled and punctured the bow into Miraz's backside. He stepped back and watched as Miraz fell to the ground, face first.

You, along with the others, turned to see Miraz on the ground as Sopespian with anger all over his face. Your teeth clenched as the Telmarine pointed to the archers.

"Treachery! They shot him! They murdered our king! To arms!" Sopespian yelled as he ran off to the Telmarine army. You released a soft breath and cracked your knuckles as Peter turned to his army.

"Be ready!" He called out to them.

.

The Telmarines charged forth as you, Peter and Edmund waited at the cement before the How. Your fingers gently motioned to hold a golden glittering energy down at your side as your eyes flickered bright yellow. Caspian rode on horseback into the How where Narnians were waiting for him.

Peter began to slowly count to ten. Your heartbeat slowed as you watched the Telmarines charge towards the How. You noticed their large machinery began to fire stone balls to the tomb.

You released a breath and brought your hands up to hold the stones with a golden energy that wrapped around it. You harshly tossed it back towards the Telmarines, crushing a group of men with it into the ground.

"Keep at it, Y/N," Peter encouraged as you nodded slowly and motioned your hands to freeze another stone in the air before tossing it back at the Telmarines.

When Peter got to ten, the stone pillars underground collapsed and created a small sinkhole in the ground. The Telmarine soldiers fell into it as Caspian and the Narnians came out from underground on the other side, surrounding them. Peter and Edmund charged forth with the rest of the Narnians, fighting against the Telmarines.

You stood back as you used your golden magic to keep the stones from smashing into the How. You tossed several of them back, but they just kept coming one another the other.

An idea came to mind as your eyes glowed yellow. You gently bounced your fists together and spread them apart, creating a large amount of golden energy between your hands. You conjured a large force field that you built up around the How, blocking the stones from entering the tomb.

The stones that crashed into the force field, turned to dust as soon as it came into contact with it. You smirked softly and the field stayed up. You closed your eyes for a moment and opened them, revealing the bright yellow of them.

To one of the Telmarine generals, you found his gaze upon you in the field and smiled devilishly, getting into his head. You could sense his fears and deepest desires.

Run, your voice echoed in his head as he immediately ran off into the opposite direction, leaving without a fight.

.

"We can defeat them in we draw them to the river," One of the soldiers suggested to Sopespian.

"To Beruna!" He called out to his soldiers and watched as they ran towards the forest. You ran after them with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. While following them, your fingers formed balls of golden energy. You tossed them through the Telmarine soldiers, causing most of them to be knocked down.

Once you made it to the river, everyone stopped as Lucy was on the other side of the bridge. Sopespian brings the army to a halt. She drew her dagger and grinned, holding it down at her side. Aslan joined behind her. Sopespian stared more, looking to and fro, as if trying to figure out what to do in the moment.

"Charge!" Sopespian exclaimed as his army ran across the bridge, but stopped halfway when Aslan released a dangerous roar. The water beneath the bridge began to behave strangely. The water built up to form a god-like creature, pulling the bridge and watching as the soldiers fell off. Sopespian stood alone on his horseback, in the river-god's hand. He swung his sword wildly as the water crashed down onto him.

The water soon came to a gentle calm as the Telmarines funneled out of it, dropping their swords to the Narnians. You grinned as you crossed the water before Aslan with Peter, Susan, Edmund and Caspian. All of you knelt before him.

"Rise, kings and queens of Narnia," Aslan instructed as you, Peter, Susan, and Edmund rose to stand.

"All of you," He stated as Caspian was still knelt down.

"I do not think I am ready," Caspian spoke softly.

"It's for that very reason I know you are," Aslan replied as Caspian slowly rose to his feet.

.

Your lips enclosed together as you were standing upon the Narnian kingdom, looking over the water below. Your eyes were glassy as you leaned over the ledge, resting your arms against it. The wind briskly moved through the strands of your hair as you got lost in the beauty of the horizon.

"You did amazing out there today," Peter's voice caused you to turn your head back to look at him. Your lips curved into a gentle grin as you stood up straight, watching as he walked towards you.

"Thank you," You muttered quietly. "There's something about the magic here that makes it so easy to control," You admitted and lifted your hand, gently releasing a glitter of gold between your fingers. "I can feel it growing stronger, Peter," You lowered your hand, the golden energy faded.

"You wanna stay, don't you?" Peter asked as he lifted his brows gently.

Your lips formed a bigger smile, "I feel safe here, but I don't want my staying back to hinder you from leaving if that's what you want for yourself."

Peter cupped your face with his large hands. Your eyes glistened in the moonlight as he pressed his forehead against yours. The closeness felt natural as Peter lowered his head to press his warm lips against your own. You held your hands against his wrists, molding your lips with his as though they were crafted by the heavens. You could feel Peter's beating heart through his blouse as he slowly dropped his hands down from your face to your torso, sneaking them around to pull you in tighter.

Your hands moved up to his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You leaned your head back and tasted his warm lips against your own. You felt as peace and safe, more so than you ever did before.

Peter pulled back and smiled softly down at you, gently brushing his nose against yours as his forehead was resting to yours. "I'm not going anywhere without you," His voice was gentle and came out in a whisper.

Your glossy lips curved into a big smile and you wasted no time to wrap your arms around him tighter, sinking into his embrace as he returned the gesture. Your cheek was pressed into his chest as he gently leaned his chin against the top of your head.

"I love you, Peter," You whispered and squeezed yourself against him tighter. Your voice sounded muffled against his the material of his blouse.

You could hear his smile as Peter pressed a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, my beautiful golden witch."

.

a/n: hi, angels!! i absolutely LOVE this idea and i'm so glad it was requested! i've been wanting to try something like this for a while and i'm happy that i was able to do it. i hope this is what you were both expecting and wanting, to the individual that requested this piece. thank you for your support and as always treat people with kindness. much love, my dears <33 — angelina.

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[an-angels-fury]

The only Heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

OR: Basically what happens after one day I find myself re-listining to "Take me to Church" by Hozier and suddenly getting all inspired to write a Caspeter oneshot based on the concept of #love as religion

OR: My first (kind of) successful attempt at writing something... spicier... I think...

A little dedication to @equixen, because you said you were interested at seeing more of my writing for this ship, and @eds-gryff, because I believe you might enjoy this as well - also the fact you made a Caspeter edit with the lyrics of this song, which I absolutely love it (😍) ! (Oh, and in case any of you feel uncomfortable for being tagged in my posts for any reason, just warn me so I won't do it next time, okay? 😅).

Anyway, good reading! 🫶

P.S.: The moodboard below was made by me. Images and quotes used were all found on Pinterest. The photo in the middle is from a fanart made by Tasya Rey (don't know the original ship tho).

Warning: Sexual Content (but nothing super descriptive)

You always knew this would happen anyway. You've been waiting for this moment your whole life. It was the truest of all truths, the one that had already been carved into your bones by the arrows of destiny long before you even existed.

And it was precisely because you blindly believed in such certainty that you didn't question when the High King intertwined his fingers with yours and guided you through the infinite maze of corridors to his private chambers, turning his head back from time to time to make sure you were still following him - of course you were. You would follow him to the ends of the earth if he asked you to. There is no other place you would rather be than by his side.

You don't question it when you hear the slow creak of doors being closed and locked. The noise sends a shiver down your spine, only serving to alert you to the proximity of what is to come. The crackling fire in the hearth is the only source of light in the entire room, creating a trail of orange flash across the stone floor. You don't question it when the High King pushes you against the wall and his lips collide with yours. The two of you start off at a gentle pace, savoring every inch of each other's mouths. You tilt your head just a little to the side and make room for his tongue to enter, letting a hoarse moan escape from the back of your throat. Your hands find their way to the hair on the back of his neck and give a slight tug, causing the other to emit a low, guttural sound and quickly deepen the kiss.

You feel his hands slide down the sides of your body, burning your skin beneath your robes, until they stop at your hips and press them against his. The more the technique improves, the faster the embers burn and you fear that your heart will stop beating. You continue to taste those soft lips, the two of you moving in a continuous rhythm, until you are forced to stop to catch your breath.

Your eyes meet his and your insides are taken over by a wave of heat that weakens you from head to toe. You admire the way the red of the hearth flames mix with the blue of his pupils like liquid gold, displaying a flickering glow. For a moment, you begin to believe that you are under the influence of some spell - and you don't want to wake up. You would have already fallen to your knees if you weren't holding onto his shoulders as if he were the only anchor keeping you from drowning. But he is also the water that clogs your lungs, the water that cleanses and purifies your soul, the water that, the more you drink, the more you become thirsty.

A smile spreads across the High King's face, conveying a new kind of emotion for which there seem to be no words to describe its true meaning. Passion? Lust? Devotion? Maybe... love? Whatever it was, it was something that made you want to surrender to that feeling. Surrender to him.

You don't let yourself be intimidated by the intensity of his gaze, you just keep staring at him while you feel nimble fingers working to open the buttons on your tunic. And you don't try to stop him. You don't want him to stop because you need to feel more of him, more than ever, and he knows it.

The boy takes his time removing the remaining parts of your costume, layer by layer, undressing you with deliciously torturous slowness. You stop breathing for a moment when his hands find your bare chest and his palm rests over where your heart beats like a drum. Quickly, the hand is replaced by the mouth and you close your eyes and revel in the way those lips so intimately caress that specific place - the sacred place of your life source - and all you want is for him to go forward. You want him to rip your skin, open your ribcage and take your heart in his hands just so you can declare to him "It's yours. It beats for you... I bleed for you." You want to cling to him. You want him inside you.

When you least realize it, you find yourself completely undressed from your clothes, your back tingling from the contact against the rough, cold surface of the wall. Your lover's lips gently brush your skin, starting on your chest and passing through your shoulder, your collarbone and only stopping until they find a pulsing vein on your neck. Soon, his tongue and teeth begin to taste more of that corner and, involuntarily, you lift your head back just a little bit and oh! It feels so, so good. You can't help the whimpers of ecstasy that leave your mouth, the kind of sound you had no idea you were capable of producing. In an instinctive gesture, you grope the body in front of you, your vision still clouded by the darkness of your eyelids, and pull the fabric of his coat in a failed attempt to get rid of it. However, you feel your wrists being grabbed and pinned above your head and you grunt in frustration at the break of contact.

When your vision clears, you are met with a serious expression on the High King's face. His grip, once gentle, was now firm and strong. Despite having the youthful features of a teenager, it was enough to feel the calluses on his hands or dive into the deep abyss of his eyes to remember that in that body - that small cage - lay the soul of a powerful warrior whose acts of bravery spanned the centuries and gave you hope in the darkest days of your childhood. You dreamed of meeting him, of sitting next to him and listening to him tell you stories about his adventures for days and nights. You dreamed of the enchanting sound of his voice, the sweetness of his laugh and the feeling of his arms comforting you and taking all the loneliness away. But never, not even in your wildest dreams, have you seen yourself as the object of his adoration, of his most primal desire. A mere mortal like you being bestowed with such an honor? How was this possible?

For a minute, you both remain still where you are, until he approaches and places a chaste kiss on your lips before whispering in a commanding tone:

- Lay down.

And you just obey. You walk towards the bed and lie down on the velvet sheets. He comes to you, sits on the edge of the mattress and observes your nakedness appreciatively. His hands slide carefully over your tanned skin, knowing every curve and noticing your reactions. Every touch is a sacred gesture that you always respond to with a sigh of pleasure. It continues its path through the muscles of your belly, always descending, and a strange throbbing sensation begins to spread in the space between your thighs. When those skilled fingers finally approach your intimacy, your entire body contracts in a mix of embarrassment and thrill. The young blond man just gives you a small cheeky smile when you instinctively lift your pelvis towards the touch you so longed for.

Suddenly, he stops what he was doing and gets out of bed to take off his boots. Confused, you sit down and watch him attentively, not daring to say a single word. The High King stands before you and asks you to extend your hand. You give it to him – the one with the scar – and he kisses the thin, pink line across your palm. Then he takes that same hand and guides it to his belt buckle and you know exactly what to do. Your movements are slow and shaky, exposing your inexperience, but you keep going anyway. With each layer of clothing that falls to the floor, your heart skips a beat. In the end, you just gasp in admiration before the divine image that blesses your eyes.

Even naked, he carries the same aura of grandeur and magnanimity that he has always displayed. He is the Sun, and every part of his being - from his golden hair and his eyes as blue and vast as the northern sky that is his domain, to his marble skin, pale and marked with cracks - is sculpted by light. It shines so brightly that you fear you will go blind. You want to look away, you want to touch him too, but you can't move. His presence paralyzes every fiber of your being. It's as if your body no longer belongs to you.

Fortunately, in your moment of greatest despair, your loved one came to your aid - as he always did. He lifts your chin and holds your face between his hands, sliding his thumbs down your cheeks, then your nose, until it rests on the surface of your lips. He acts as if you are the work of art and he is the fascinated admirer. You find yourself too busy soaking in such grace that you don't even notice the silent shadows that begin to grow behind the mirrors of his soul. That darkness that manifested itself was just the silhouette of an even deeper and… animalistic feeling.

You finally find out what it is when he leans towards you and takes your mouth in an eager, ardent kiss. Tongues dance and meet in perfect synchrony and it doesn't take long for teeth to join in the act. His fingers cling to the black strands of your hair and you don't even try to contain your loud moan when he sits on your lap. Your arms grab him around the waist, trying to increase the friction between your bodies for as long as possible. Yes, you know that feeling, the desperate desire to devour and be eaten alive. It's so strong, so visceral, so... pure.

"What's the name again?" You wonder. Oh yes. Hunger. And the most exquisite kind.

You fall onto the pillow like a feather and he positions himself over you, all without breaking the kiss. There was no longer any escape - you already knew that the moment you heard the door close -. Now you are completely at his mercy. And you couldn't have it any other way.

His lips leave yours and begin to trace their way along your jawline, continuing until he reaches your neck. He starts to explore your weaknesses and quickly learns the best way to stimulate them. His magical touch makes you tremble and arch your spine in a mix of agony and delight. His enchanted tongue leaves a hot trail of saliva wherever it goes, and the further it goes down, the fiercer the need becomes. And when it finally arrives at the place that most craves attention, you just… feel like you're floating in the air. And you have to hold on to his tangled hair, otherwise you are sure you would get lost somewhere amidst the clouds and never return to the ground again.

An explosion of completely new sensations turns you into a pile of rubble on the sheets. It was exactly what you wanted. That's why you gave him the power to ruin you. You wanted him to hurt you and then end your suffering. You wanted him to kill you slowly and then bring you back to life. He is pain and relief, sickness and the cure, chaos and tranquility. He is everything to you and he is beautiful - Oh, heavens, he's absolutely beautiful - in a way you've never seen before and you soon regret not having worshiped him sooner.

That's why the first thing you decide to do right after you regain your senses is to hold him by the shoulders and push him against the bed, putting all your weight on him. Now it was your turn to drive him crazy with passion and, just like him, you wouldn't be the least bit merciful.

You kiss and caress him with the devotion of a fervent believer. You feel his nails scratching your back, leaving marks on your skin, a reminder that everything you are and everything you will ever become belongs to him and him alone. But that's where the best part comes from: there's reciprocity. His pleasure is also yours. You feel his desire - the same one that takes over you right now - to be consumed, to merge and become one. One body. One heart. One love.

Suddenly, he calls you and you answer him. You kiss him again and you even get to taste a little of yourself in his mouth. He finally surrenders to your advances and begs you to give him peace and take him to Paradise. Who would have thought that one day you would witness this scene: the High King, always so correct and composed, reduced to a pitiful creature begging for something that only you can give him? Seeing him so defenseless, so vulnerable and so uninhibited awakens something in your heart that leaves it heavy. It's shocking and painful to realize that you were responsible for leaving him in that state. You ruined him too.

You decide that you won't make either of you wait any longer. The truth is, there was nothing in this world or any other that you could ever deny him. You rest your forehead on his and look into his eyes one last time, searching for any sign of fear or doubt. However, all you find is a tempting invitation to your own damnation, which you accept with open arms because if he is a religion, then you are his most passionate disciple.

When you begin the ritual, which had only the moon and the night as legitimate witnesses, it is as if everything around you two faded into oblivion and the only thing that existed were your hands clasped on the mattress and the heavy breathing that marked the rhythm of the music to which your sweaty bodies danced. May the Great Lion forgive you for such blasphemy, but you do not wish to pay obeisance to any other god than the one beneath you. His body is your temple and his hips are the altar on which you kneel to pray. It is his name that comes from your lips when you sing your orisons and it is between his legs that you find your salvation. If it is such an abominable crime to praise the one you love most, then you will accept burning in that heavenly fire for all eternity.

But all good things come to an end. You watch him reach his climax and marvel at the way those angelic features contort with pleasure and you swear the title of 'Magnificent' has never suited him so well as it did at that very moment. You finish right after him and feel the little that remains of your energy drain away. A whirlwind of emotions takes hold of you and you find yourself unable to formulate any concrete idea that describes what you are feeling right now. You are surprised by the hot tears that form in your eyes and run down your cheeks, but what really leaves you speechless are the fingers that brush your damp hair away from your face and the pink lips that kiss your tears, drinking them like the delicate bud that searches for rain. And it's when he smiles that you see him blossom into a lovely flower. Finally, he hugs you and whispers his vows in your ear like a secret:

- My beautiful, gentle sin.

Then you realize why you could never prevent what happened tonight, why your bodies fit together so perfectly as if they were made for each other and why you could never break the invisible bond that connects your souls: it was never something simply carnal. It was a love capable of crossing the barriers of time and space - after all, more than 1300 years separated you two and, even so, he somehow managed to find his way to you. It was a love that no superior force could overcome. It was a love that meant more than love.

You always knew this would happen, one way or another. This was the mystery that gave life to the stars and hold them in place, the secret you fought so long to unravel. For years, you made the same wish, again and again, and after a long wait, they finally granted it. And you couldn't be more grateful for having received such a precious gift in your life.

You rejoice in your good fortune as you drift off into a calm, peaceful sleep.

#bia's failed attempt at writing #I'm really not sure how to feel about this one... #like it's not that bad but I feel pretty embarrassed posting this because I'm not used to writing sexy stuff - which yeah it's obvious! #but I really wanted to take a risk so... #also I basically give myself the mission to fill the caspeter tumblr tag 'cause if I don't then who will? #the chronicles of narnia #chronicles of narnia #narnia #tcon #c.s. lewis #peter pevensie #caspian x #prince caspian #caspeter #caspian x peter #peter x caspian #fanfiction #narnia fanfiction #narnia fic #smut #take me to church #hozier #love as religion #love as worship #one shot #my writing #aesthetic #narnia aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #my edits

[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Masterlist

All of my works!

Upcoming

🤍=fluff

💔=angst

💗=steamy

❤️‍🔥=smut MDNI!

🖤=dark

🩵=some of all of the above

Outerbanks

Rafe Cameron

Rafey 🤍

Kiss Me 💗

Number 01 ❤️‍🔥

More Than 7 Minutes in Heaven ❤️‍🔥

Part 1 Part 2

Dating Rafe Cameron Would Include… 🤍💗

Quiet ❤️‍🔥

Toy Story 💗

Scream For Me 🖤🩵

Taylor Swift Series 🩵

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Enoch O'Connor

Staying in Bed 🤍💗

Dating Enoch O'Connor Would Include... 🤍💗

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Welcome to Family Video 🤍

A Little Help 🤍💗

Nothing But A Babysitter ❤️‍🔥🤍

Part 1

Part 2

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel

Last Night You Were Dreaming ❤️‍🔥

Sick 🤍

Sex in the Workplace ❤️‍🔥

Harry Potter

Tom Marvolo Riddle

The Snake and the Badger 🤍

Dating Tom Marvolo Riddle Would Include... 🤍💗

Narnia

Edmund Pevensie

Roomies ❤️‍🔥

M'Lady 💗

Focus ❤️‍🔥

Dating Edmund Pevensie Would Include... 🤍💗

Making Up For Lost Time 🤍❤️‍🔥

Wednesday

Tyler Galpin

Princess ❤️‍🔥

Descendants

King Benjamin

Dating King Benjamin Would Include 🤍❤️‍🔥

Behavioral Lessons ❤️‍🔥

On Call ❤️‍🔥

Welcome Home ❤️‍🔥

#outerbanks #obx #rafe #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x reader smut #steve harrington #Peter Ballard #Peter Ballard x reader #peterballard #henry creel #henry creel x reader #steve #steveharrington #stranger things #Narnia #edmund pevensie #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tyler galpin wednesday #tyler galpin #narnia smut #narnia #enoch o connor x reader #enoch o'connor x reader #mphfpc

[fictionsbaby]

Hi everyone!

Okay so I need some requests on fan fiction to write.

Here’s who I write for for sure but if you give me anyone I’ll try:

Sherlock Holmes (from the BBC and Ebola Holmes)

Count Tewksbury

Seth Clearwater

Jasper Whitlock Hale

Edward Cullen

Prince Caspian

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Peter Parker

Tom Holland

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malloy

Blaise Zamboni

Dean Thomas

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Percy Jackson

Cedric Diggory

Bill Weasley

Tom Riddle

Mattheo Riddle

Regulus Black

Oliver Wood

Newt Scammander

Scorpius Malfoy

Pietro Maximoff

Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Carlos De Vil

Harry Hook

King/Prince Ben

Diego Hargreeves

Zuko

The Darkling

Kazz Brekker

Hermes (A Touch of Darkness)

Hades (A Touch of Darkness)

Clark kent (specifically any one that’s animated lol)

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I do write smut if you want

Um so yeah. Let me know if you have any requests and I’ll do my best to write them:)

But I prefer to do fem reader, cause that’s what I just typically do, but I also do gender neutral and I’m willing to try male reader in the future

#Sherlock Holmes x reader #twilight #harry potter #Henry Sherlock Holmes #seth clearwater x reader #Jasper hale x reader #Edward Cullen x reader #prince caspian x reader #edmund pevensie x reader #peter pevensie x reader #tom peter parker #Tom Peter Parker x reader #Peter Parker x reader #neville longbotton x reader #smut #draco malfoy x reader #blaise zabini x reader #descendants #a touch of darkness #chronicles of narnia #the batman 2022 #six of crows #shadow and bone #umbrella academy #avatar the last airbender

[starlitnights29]

LOVE OF THE JUST KING -

Peter and Caspian were walking through the corridor at night after finishing their work. They were returning back to their respective chambers. They lived in consecutive rooms.

Peter had a liking for Caspian’s sister Elena for a long time now. He was thinking about asking her to marry him and be the high queen.

Peter spoke “You know Caspian...I was thinking, I’m gonna ask Elena to marry me...I love her really...she’s beautiful, smart, funny, talented and all...she’s perfect”

“Well yeah that’s fine but you need to know if she wants the same” Caspian said

“Well yeah, I’m gonna ask her tomorrow” peter continued.

While passing Edmund’s room , they suddenly heard a faint noise. Unable to understand they both looked inside his room. And what they saw there was uncalled for.

“What the fuck—” Caspian whispered

There was Elena, laying on Edmund’s bed, wrapped around the red silk sheets, while Edmund was busy caressing her most private spot. Yes, he was eating her out. She threw her head back on the pillow, moaning his name.

 She climaxed, wrapping her legs around Edmund’s head, as her body shuddered with the waves of pleasure passing through it.

“Ah—fuck Ed.....” She moaned

Edmund looked up from her pussy smiling at her.

“You taste fucking amazing baby...”

 He climbed onto her and went for her mouth, kissing her deeply. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongue intertwined with one another.

 Fuck, that was hot...

With one swift hand movement, Edmund flipped her over on her stomach.

He entered her from behind, slapping her ass hard as she dug her face into the pillow screaming his name... He trusted into her hard enough to make an impact on the bed, making creaking noises. He spanked her everytime he pounded into her.

And just then peter noticed.

Fuck, Edmund was so big. He had never imagined his brother be this huge, not that it’s of his any interest, still....and the moaning sounds she were making were erotic as fuck.

“Fuck---harder Ed—ah” Elena screamed

“Yeah, you want it harder?” Edmund whispered

“Yeah—oh my god—yes fuck--- make me come...”

 “Beg me baby...beg for it” Edmund hissed

“Fuck—I beg you my king...make me come—ah, almost there...” She screamed.

God...that girl was too independent and self respected to ever beg for anything. But Edmund was making her do the inevitable.

“Ahhh—fuck yeah” Edmund moaned loudly as he came inside her along with her screaming as she reached her orgasm.

He fell on top of her, panting as he came down from his high.

Peter and Caspian were too shocked to move. They were frozen like statues...

“That was amazing Ed...” Elena panted

They kissed passionately, biting each other’s lips...

He laid on his back, as Elena flipped him and climbed on top of his lap, never breaking their kiss...

She folded her legs in a way that she sat on his lap, riding him.

“I love it when you ride me babygirl...” Edmund whispered

“And I love pleaseing you, my king” she whispered back in his ear but loud enough for all of them to hear.

She positioned his cock in between her legs and with one thrust, he entered her.

“Fuck—” he moaned as she started grinding herself along his dick. He picked up her rythm, thrusting himself into her... He kissed her breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking as biting it. She strew her head back, closing her eyes shut and arching her hips as she continued riding him.

He held onto her hips, guiding them onto his dick and slapping them hard occasionally.

Her butt cheeks have turned red.

The sound of their sweaty skins slapping against each other as he thrust himself into her, was fucking erotic. She placed her hands against his toned abs as he took his mouth to her neck, kissing it and releasing his hot breath onto it.

 “Ah—fuck ed...im coming” she panted as she rided his harder, causing the headboard to slam harder on the wall.

“Fuck—Elena” ed moaned as they reached their climax together, in perfect sync.

He ran his thumb on her bottom lip, as he pulled her by her chin, slamming their lips together, kissing deeply, as their hands tangled in each other’s hair.

She climbed off him and laid beside him, tangeled in between the sheets. They were sweating heavily and panting, trying to catch their breath.

She went up to him and kissed him again and said “I love you Edmund Pevensie...”

He kissed her back “i love you Elena...so fucking much”

He held and hand and looked deeply in her eyes “Will You Marry Me, Elena?”

She gave a huge smile “Yes!! Fucking yes Edmund....Oh my god...I will marry you...” She kissed him...

“I think you got your answer bro...I don’t wanna witness anymore of this, I’m traumatized for the rest of my life with what I just saw, so we better get going...” Caspian stated scrunching his eyebrows.

Yeah...they definitely witnessed too much.

Yes...peter liked Elena.

But it’s obvious that they love each other, a lot. They will be happy together.

Peter was happy for them.

Next morning....

At the dining table, during breakfast...

“Well...Elena and i have some news to share...” Edmund started

“We have been dating for quite some times now, and yesterday i asked her to marry me....and she said yes”

“Wow...Congratulations Ed and Elena” Susan started

“I’m so happy for you guys” lucy exclaimed

“Congrats Edmund and Elena...but i am warning you Ed, she’s my little sis, handle her with care...you hurt her and i will kill you” Caspian threatened

“Well, that’s never gonna happen...I’ll never hurt Elena” Edmund said

“You better not” Caspian laughed

Everybody laughed.

Soon there’s gonna be a wedding and everyone was excited.

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[strawberryroyai]

Attention!

Hi! I am a new and inspired writer in this community. I will like to get myself more use to writing and possibly engage myself with more writers and readers <3 My ultimate outcome would be to get more experience and a more creative outlook when it comes to writing. This message is entirely for you to understand where I am coming from and hope you can give me ideas or writing commissions. The tags I will use are some of the fandoms I have read myself and will be more comfortable writing! I hope you will submit something and will read something of mine soon! <3 Thank you! - M ♡

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[lightwing-s]

anyone open for a peter pevensie smut? 👀

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[vinnieswife]

The sword room

Peter Pevensie x reader

words: 880

warnings: smut, oral sex (fem! receiving), peter being a little shit

"He wants to destroy me." You rolled your eyes.

"I think you could definitely beat him ... and then ... give him to me" Edmund smirked at your response, Caspian kept looking down and then looked back up at the two of you, as you were starting to argue about who has who.

"Don't worry Cas, just go out there and kick their smug asses."

"Right." Caspian hugged you as he shook Edmund's hand. Caspian pulled his mask over his head and grabbed his sword as he ran off towards the field.

"Ed?" You asked, as you went to sit in the stands. Peter Pevensie looked at you and all you could think of was his strong, warm body leaning against yours as he kissed you feverishly. You could almost imagine the smile he was giving you as he ran up and down your body. You look up at Edmund, a smile twining your lips. He glares at you.

"Don't even think about it missy, your brother would kill you and then kill me for letting you do it."

Halfway through the games, you could feel the tension getting tighter and tighter. Peter was aiming for Caspian, who was trying to stay away from Tummnus, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernatural beings in Narnia.

"He's doing really well." I nodded, leaning my head against his shoulder.

"Yeah. That other one, Peter. Caspian doesn't like him."

"I can feel it."

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I don't know. By the way, I'm going to run to the warehouse, okay? I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Sure." He nods. You head to the warehouse, completely dodging the many suits of armor that were stored there. As you sigh, leaning against the wall, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you turn around.

"Peter?" he smiled lowering his head "hello darling" you smiled back "I've missed you, I barely saw you today" his lips were about to touch yours.

"What if Caspian sees us?" you whisper, looking into his eyes through your lashes. “let him see then” he moved closer, his other hand landing on the other side of your neck. His heartbeat quickens, the closer he gets, your feet instinctively recoil, until your back presses against the rock wall. As his chest leans into yours, you take a deep breath, trying to control yourself.

"Please Pete." You whimper, reaching your hands out to grab his forearms. He gripped your waist tighter, before pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes closing, before he moved closer, sliding your body closer. He bent down slightly, due to the large height difference between the two of you.

"Fuck, Peter." You gasped, as he pulled your shirt over your head. You looked up at him passionately, before jumping up, your legs wrapping around him. His hands remained at your sides, not touching you in the slightest. He found it incredibly sexy, that you could practically stay with him. You look down at his bright, beautiful face, biting your lip. You leaned down, as his hands reach for your ass, squeezing.

He pushed you against one of the warehouse benches, leaning over. He stopped to admire you for a second. You unbuttoned your skirt and slid the drawstring down seductively, before a hand slipped under your underwear. He rubbed you gently, sliding one hand up to cup your left breast.

He raised his eyebrows, "Damn, y/n." He groaned, tearing at your thighs and tugging at the remaining fabric. He moved your panties aside and licked your clit. You gasped, your fingers curling into his blond hair. He inserted two fingers into your slit, curling them instantly. You wiggled against his fingers, "Mmm, you like that?" The vibrations sent you into overdrive as Peter muttered the dirty words.

"Shit, Pete! Please!"

"Mm-mm." He shakes his head, before returning to sucking on your clit. He pulls away, drying his hands on his trousers, "I have a game to attend sweetheart." You stand up, your eyes bright with anger and disappointment.

"You didn't."

"Didn't what?" He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"You're an asshole."

"I give you a reason to come back, am I right?" He spreads his arms wide to prove his point. You glare at him and tie up your skirt and shirt. You fixed your hair, while he gave you an amused look. Your storm passed him, you bumped your shoulder into his in "accident".

Peter walks behind you until you reach the gates of the camp, he left a kiss on your cheek. You scream, seeing him wink at you. He puts his helmet back on and runs into the field, excusing himself over the toilet and feeling dizzy. You stare in awe at the scene before running over to Edmund, who raises his eyebrows at you.

"I'll tell Caspian." He stands up, about to run towards your older brother. You push him down, seating him again.

"Tell him what?"

"That you had sex with Peter!" He ran off and you sighed.

"We didn't have sex." You bit your lip and looked at the man who knocked the wind out of you in the sword store, "Not yet."

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[moody-03]

Hi there, I’m new to tumblr and have an interest in writing novels in the future and thought as I enjoy fiction I would be able to practice my writing in here. I was thinking about writing a fan fiction of Narnia as my first one.

Characters to choose from:

Peter

Edmund

Susan

Caspian

What kind of storyline/plot would you like? Any fluff? Angst? Smut? Enemies to lovers? Strangers to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again? Give me your requests down below

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[narcissisticmf]

just take a break | peter pevensie x fem!reader

description: peter utilizes all his time to prepare for the battle against miraz and his army, but y/n just wants to spend some time with him.

trigger warnings: sexual content, some angst, oral sex, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 1.6k

The skies of Narnia were slightly grey, glooming over Aslan's How. It was warm, but not too warm; nearing nightfall. You were comfortable as you sat in your shared tent with Peter, resting in bed for a few hours. You flipped through the pages in an old book, skimming over the words with your index finger.

Peter was standing over a small table in the corner of the room, dotting things on the map of Narnia. You listened to the sound of the quill pen engraving on the map was peaceful. A few candles were lit, making the room dim.

Releasing a soft breath, you closed your book and placed it onto the bedside table, slowly sitting against the edge of the mattress. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked towards Peter, examining the way his back muscles moved with his writing.

"You've been doing this for hours, Peter," You walked up behind him and snuck your arms around his torso. You chin rested against his shoulder as you looked over the map. He released a gentle snicker and kept his gaze on the map, adding more notes and sigils upon it.

"I'm King, darling," Peter replied, "If I don't do it, nobody will."

You slowly pulled yourself from behind him and stood at his side, gently brushing his hair from his eyes, "The High King of Narnia deserves a break."

"I have to finish this, Y/N," Peter looked towards you with a soft gaze.

"Peter, you're weary," You caressed his cheek, softly grazing your thumb beneath his eyes. Dark circles formed above his cheeks, under his deeply blue eyes. "If you're planning to fight Miraz and his army, you need to relax for a while," You brought your hand down, gently resting it against his chest.

Peter was distracted now, more focused on you than his battle plan. His lips parted as he placed the quill pen down, turning to face you with an intimidating gaze.

"Have you eaten today?" You questioned in a whisper.

Peter didn't respond and simply cupped your face with his hands and kissed you deeply. You fluttered your eyes closed and took in the sensual moment, gently gripping his wrists as he dragged his tongue along your bottom lip asking permission for entrance.

You released a gentle whine and parted your lips as a way to give him the ability to mold his lips with yours deeper than before. His lips moved in perfect sync with your own, as if Aslan himself crafted the two of you specifically for one another.

"Peter.." You whimpered and felt him pull back, smiling bashfully as his cheeks reddened. "Please don't start something you can't finish." The distance between the two of you ceased to exist as his chest was pressed against yours.

"Who's to say I can't?" Peter's lips curved into a smirk. You smiled gently and released a sweet laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he dipped his head down to mold his lips against your own. It was as if time was stopping for just the two of you.

He lifted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he led the two of you to the bed. You smiled into his kiss as he laid you down upon the soft mattress. He climbed into the bed and situated himself so that he'd comfortably lay down between your spread legs. Your back rested against the pillows as you cupped his face, letting your tongue battle with his for a few moments.

You felt him pull back as he begun to remove his blouse, overhead. You admired his chest with your dilated pupils. He begun to undo his belt, tossing it to the ground. You watched him remove each article of clothing with pure admiration. He'd kicked off his pants slowly, tossing them to the floor. You whimpered as you felt your arousal thicken between your legs as he removed his undergarments. His private hardened against his lower stomach, making you subconsciously move your tongue across your bottom lip to moisten the pink flesh.

"It's your turn, my lady," Peter smiled and leaned down to press his lips to yours quickly. You whined when he pulled back as you removed your dress, over your head. You tossed it onto the ground and let Peter assist in undoing your bra. His warm hands moved to your back as he unclasped the bralette, throwing it over his back into the growing pile of clothes.

You whined and felt the cool air hit your hardening nipples as you laid back against the pillows. You watched as Peter attached his wet lips to your neck, pressing warm kisses to your flesh. You breathed shakily and arched your back as he smiled against your skin. He moved his lips down between your breasts, over your stomach and across your hips. He used his teeth to gently gnaw at your underwear. You curled your toes and felt him bite down onto the waistline of them, pulling them down your legs with his teeth.

"Peter," You whispered through a moan, arching your back as he yanked them off, tossing them to the ground. You released a shaky breath as you looked down to notice him press his lips against your thighs, inching closer and closer towards your quivering core. He glanced up to you with a devilish, cocky glint in his eyes as his lips gently kissed the tip of your heat. You reached down to play with his hair as you subconsciously spread your legs a bit wider.

Your private glistened with slick arousal, causing a wet and sticky mess between your thighs. Peter wasted no more time and attached his lips to your core, using his tongue to slip between your folds. You arched your back and released an elongated moan, letting your fingers slip through his hair, gently tugging at the roots.

"Quiet, love," Peter warned against your core, enjoying the savory taste. You whined, pressing your lips together as a way to muffle the unholy noise from your throat. You curled your toes and felt Peter move his hands up to toy with your breasts. You whimpered and closed your eyes, leaning your head back to take in the beautiful, erotic feelings.

You sucked in a breath and felt Peter pull back, causing a cool temperature to overtake your core. You watched as he moved up closer to you, pressing his lips to yours. You wrapped you arms around his shoulders and felt ecstasy run through your veins. Your heartbeat quickened in pace as Peter gently grazed the tip of his private against your center. You whimpered into his mouth and felt your eyes tear at the wondrous feeling.

"Ready, love?" Peter mumbled into your mouth. You mumbled a quick 'yes' into the kiss and felt him sink in between your core. You released a moan into his kiss and slowly pulled back, feeling tears spill from the corners of your eyes. Peter released a breath and kissed your cheek, making an attempt to kiss away the tears. You felt him buck his hips inside you, making you release a quiet whimper. He swiftly motioned his hips in and out of you, creating a beautiful string of moans between your lips that sounded like a melody from an old song.

"You're doing so good, my lady," Peter whispered and continued motioning his hips back and forth, admiring how relaxed you felt against his shaft. You closed your eyes as admired the feeling as Peter rested his forehead against yours.

There was an immense amount of warmth that overwhelmed you as the tension in your stomach began to unravel. Peter looked into your eyes warmly and kissed the corner of your lips.

"You close, love?" He whispered shakily.

You nodded rapidly, unable to respond with words as Peter sucked in a breath and continued his motions in the same manner as he had been, admiring how good he was making you feel.

You whined softly and parted your lips, "I'm coming now, Peter.." You released a gentle moan and curled your tones as you felt your body release the tension that was being held for so long. You felt the sweat build along your neck as you arched your back and gripped onto Peter's rests as his hands were propping him up against the mattress.

"Sweetheart.." Peter released a moan as he felt you come undone and wasted no time in gently pulling out to release his climax against your stomach. You released a shaky breath and watched as he sighed gently.

You released a gentle laugh and watched as Peter smiled and reached for a towel along the bedside table. He took the soft cloth and gently wiped his release off of your stomach.

"Stay with me for a while, Peter," You whispered gently.

He smiled gently and tossed the towel against the ground, into the pile of clothes the two of you left and wrapped his arms around your naked body. You laughed softly and pulled the sheets over both you and Peter. You wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head against his chest, listening to his soft heartbeat.

"Thank you," You whispered gently and pressed your lips against his neck.

"Don't thank me for that," Peter gently caressed your cheek, lifting your chin so that you'd look up to him. "You were the one who distracted me, and that.. I thank you for," He smiled softly. Your lips formed a soft grin as you softly kissed his cheek, admiring how warm the two of you felt beneath the sheets.

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a/n: hi, my nasty little cuties!! i've been watching narnia again a lot recently and i love it so much. i thought about this mainly due to how peter is very strict with himself and the way he leads people, so i definitely think this would happen between him and y/n, you guys!!! so cute ;P anyway, thank you so much for reading, my dears! be safe and treat people with kindness. — angelina.

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[pink-princess-pussy-pop]

Making Up For Lost Time - Edmund Pevensie x Reader

Based on the following two requests:

can we get an enemies to lovers with edmund that has smut in it??

PLEASEE an edmund smut,, preferably something with a risk of getting caught? or not bb i don’t mind- but a lot of dirty talking too 🤭

It's not necessarily enemies to lovers? But I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably my favorite thing I've written thus far.

Summary: You and Edmund are definitely feeling the effects of your arranged marriage.

Warnings: Language, Smut, not proofed!

Female reader

You couldn't take much more of him, nor him you. The both of you knew why the marriage had to happen, Narnia couldn't risk another war, and Calormen was losing resources due to the Great Desert. As a compromise, Peter, Caspian, and Susan met with Prince Rabadash to secure a compromise. A truce between the kingdoms and a new way for the resources to be traded was sealed with the promise of a marriage between you and Edmund.

And neither of you was happy with it.

It didn't help that you had shared chambers either. You and Edmund had asked The High Kings and Queen about a switch in rooms but they only pushed further.

"Imagine what the people would think if the newlyweds weren't sharing a room?" So you were forced to live with him. Fall asleep next to him each night, and wake by his side every morning.

Granted, Edmund wasn't intolerable. He just wasn't tolerable either. He was a handsome man, sure, but that face also came with his quick wit and sharp tongue, two things you'd grown to loathe.

He'd challenge you, yes. But his tone of speech was never rude or condescending. But the biggest thing you hated about him, he was always so charming. So sweet. So fair.

He didn't earn the title of The Just King for nothing. But it just added fuel to the fire.

He'd always let you use the bath chambers first, and never complained or protested when you took longer baths.

He didn't pressure you to do anything on your wedding night. He simply kept to himself, offering you a smile and a "goodnight" from his side of the bed. You had been told what was to come, your mind was full of stories from other women in your life. Horror stories.

"It is ever so painful."

"Not pleasurable at all!"

"I can hardly wait until it's over!"

Needless to say, when your new husband had simply wished you a good night and went to sleep, you were surprised. The next morning you woke by his side, finding it odd that he had barely moved an inch. You were basically in the middle of the large bed, Edmund sleeping soundly on the edge, right where he was the night before. You were gone before he'd woken up.

Edmund never failed to greet you kindly, entering the room quietly just in case you had decided to take a nap. He never raised his voice to you either.

Was he snarky and sassy? Of course. But he had always treated you and your family with kindness and respect. It was insufferable. Sometimes you wished he'd just be rude so you would have a real reason to hate him, aside from the fact that he was your husband but you never seemed to communicate. You had gotten used to the fact that there would never be any sort of friendship, let alone a relationship, between you and Edmund, so you resorted to hating him.

The only time he'd gotten angry with you was when you hadn't returned to the bedroom one evening. Unbeknownst to you, he began searching frantically for you, creating quite a stir in the grand castle, only to find you asleep in the library. He cursed to himself before picking your sleeping form up in his arms and bringing you back to your room.

You woke up that morning in bed, confused at first about your location, but relaxing when you saw Edmund's sleeping form next to you.

As you rolled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom you heard his voice.

"Don't do that again." You froze, turning around. His dark eyes were on yours and he was very much not asleep.

"Do what?" He sat up, giving you a view of his very shirtless torso. You averted your eyes immediately.

"Not come back." Your confusion brought your eyes to him again. His lanky, but well-built frame, was now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What?" He rose from the bed, a hand running through his dark hair. You stare at him while he walks toward you, stopping less than a foot away from you.

"You didn't come back last night. Don't do that again." He brushed your cheek with his hand, and leaned forward, pressing a kiss there too. You could feel your cheeks heating at the proximity. The last time he'd been this close to you was your wedding. He hadn't touched you since then either.

He pulled away quickly, stepping around you.

"Did you bring me back?" You turned your head to face him.

"Yes."

...

That night, there was a ball between the great nations. Narnia was the gracious host to Archenland, the Conglomeration of Nations, Ettinsmoor, and of course, Calormen.

You hadn't seen Edmund since the morning. You had been whisked away by maids to get ready for the celebration. The ball was for you and Edmund, another party after the wedding you guessed.

You were dressed in a gorgeous light blue gown with intricate white floral stitching and lace along the neckline. It was gorgeous. The long sleeves were fitted and the back laced up like a corset. Your hair had been fixed down with small braids throughout as to not disrupt the crown you'd also be adorning for the evening.

Then, you were whisked away to the celebration, the guests awaiting the arrival of the newlyweds. Edmund was waiting in the corridor, dressed in the same light blue as you, his silver crown on top of his head. He looked very handsome, more so than usual, and suddenly your thoughts were filled with images of you and Edmund dancing together, of Edmund touching you, his large hand on your waist, maybe even his lips on yours.

"M'Lady?"

You blinked, eyes meeting his. What had he just called you?

"Y-yes?"

"I said are you ready to go in?" Your cheeks heated once again and you nodded, looking away from him. He chuckled and then he laced his fingers through yours, effectively making your heart stop.

...

As soon as your introductions were over, you slipped away from Edmund's side. The thoughts kept popping up in your brain. Why did you keep thinking these thoughts? Edmund didn't want to marry you, let alone consummate the marriage, so why did your brain keep doing this? You hid yourself well by the banquet table, keeping away from the crowds.

"Queen Y/N?" You turned at the use of your title, looking at the sheer opposite of your husband. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes was staring at you with a dazzling smile. You found yourself preferring Edmund's dark hair, brown eyes, and ever-present smirk.

"Hello..."

"I am Prince Cor of Archenland. It is very nice to meet you, M'Lady."

You had to stop yourself from reacting to the name Edmund had called you only an hour before. You'd much preferred it coming from his mouth than Prince Cor. Oh now you'd done it. This poor Prince was trying to make small talk with you and now you were thinking about your husband's mouth? The blush creeping over your cheeks and shoulders was enough for you to shake yourself out of your thoughts.

"It is nice to meet you too, your Highness."

As you and Cor began to make conversation, Edmund's wondering eyes found you. His hand tightened around the goblet he'd been holding and his gaze narrowed.

"Who is that?" He hadn't even noticed he was interrupting his brother.

"Who is who?" Peter replied.

"The bloke flirting with my wife, that's who." Peter held back a laugh.

"Ed, I hardly think Prince Cor would flirt with Y/N, this is your marriage celebration after all. Besides, she wouldn't flirt with someone else so shamelessly."

Edmund wasn't even listening and was halfway across the ballroom before his brother could finish speaking.

"I really do believe that astronomy is one of the most interesting subjects one can learn about-" The Just King interrupted the blonde prince, swiftly interjecting himself into the conversation.

"Hello, My Love." Your face burned at the new name. Then he turned your face to his and kisses your cheek. You could feel your heart in your ears and you looked down, suddenly interested in the floor. "May I ask what you and Prince Cor are talking about?" The blonde man looked uncomfortable.

"We were speaking-"

"I believe I asked my wife, not you." Cor lowered his head in a nod in return, quickly and quietly exiting the conversation. If looks could kill, Prince Cor would have been dead on the ballroom floor in mere seconds from Edmund's piercing glare.

You began to slip away from your husband before his strong hand wrapped around your arm and gently tugged you back. His front was lightly pressed against your back, his head lowered so he could speak into your ear.

"And where do you think you're going?" His voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand trailed up your arm, resting where your shoulder meets your collar bone, visible from the Sabrina neckline of your dress. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

What? Were you dreaming?

"Because it's working, darling."

Edmund's hand grasps yours again and he begins to lead you out of the room, desperate to get you alone. It isn't until you are outside of the boisterous party that you speak.

"Where are we going?" Edmund stops to look around, before ushering you into a corridor adjacent to the party. "Edmund!"

"Shh!" His hand covers your mouth and he presses his front to yours, making sure you are silent and unseen as guests walk past the hall. He looks at you and almost melts at the beautiful, wide eyes looking up at him. He removes his hand from your mouth, placing it on the wall by your head. You don't even register that the other is on your waist.

You speak gently, making sure your voice is hushed.

"Edmund, why are you jealous?" Your husband takes a deep breath before glancing down the hallway. "Ed?" Your hand timidly reaches up to bring his face back to yours and his eyes widen at the contact.

"You were talking to another man. At the celebration of our wedding."

You had to stifle your shock.

"Edmund, you are my husband, you have no reason to be jealous of a prince from a neighboring kingdom." His lips quirk up a bit.

"How can I not be when you are showing more interest in anyone else but me? I am your husband and you are my wife. I should be by your side tonight." His words are so surprising and you are glad for the wall behind you, and the man in front of you, for the extra support to stand.

"I thought you would want your space."

"Why in Aslan's name would you think that?" You look at him again, taking him in completely, the way he looks in the blue fabric, his dark hair framing his face with that godforsaken crown making him look better than he had a few hours ago. "Y/N, why do you think I wouldn't want to be near you?" His eyes search yours and you blink away, far too flushed under his heavy gaze.

"You haven't ever wanted to before." The words hit him like bricks.

"What?"

The words begin to spill out before you can stop them.

"You always sleep on your side with your back to me, you are always gone when I wake up, I never see you except when you come to get ready for bed, and on our wedding night you didn't..." You push through the embarrassment. "You didn't even touch me. I know this marriage isn't what we had wanted but I thought that maybe we might have been friends-" Edmund cuts off your monologue with a kiss. Your first kiss since your wedding night.

His hand moves from the wall to your neck and the other pulls you to his body, needing to get closer to you.

Your body reacts immediately, melting into the kiss, hands resting on his waist.

It ends too soon, Edmund pulling away first, putting his hand back on the wall while he catches his breath, but the other remained on your waist.

"You think I don't want to be near you?" He stares at you with an incredulous look on his handsome face. The closeness of his face to yours is enough to make you blush, again. "Darling, I haven't..." He takes a moment to breathe, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I didn't touch you that night because I didn't want to hurt you. I'm so bloody drawn to you that I have to sleep on the opposite side of the bed turned away from you so I don't taint your virtue. I leave in the morning because-"

Your hand covers his mouth as another rowdy group of guests wanders by the corridor. You wait for them to leave before speaking again, keeping your hand plastered onto his face.

"So, you don't hate me?"

He shakes his head.

No.

"You never did?"

No.

You remove your hand from his mouth and the two of you just stare at each other. Unmoving. It feels like minutes pass before he covers your mouth with his again.

His hand returns to your neck, pulling you to him once more.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think I didn't want you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I am the luckiest man alive to have you as my wife."

"Edmund..." The kind words hit you straight in the heart.

"And now, it seems I have something I have to make up for." His smirk appears and it sends your insides to mush.

"But Edmund I-"

"Shhhh." He smiles, his head dipping to yours. "Don't want to get caught, now do we?" He kisses you again, this one full of heat and passion, the lack of contact between you only adding fuel to the fire.,

Edmund pulls your body flush against his and groans into your mouth. You falter at the glorious sound but he is there to support you

His kisses travel down your neck to your collarbones.

"Edmund... What are you doing?"

"Making up for lost time, darling." He grins at you again. "Now be quiet." He kisses you again, his sneaky hands running down your sides to your skirt. He breaks the kiss to look down, his hands pulling the fabric up to your waist.

"Fuck." Your eyes went wide. You'd never heard Edmund use that kind of language before. His eyes lock on yours again.

He looks perfect. He's a king. Your king. Your husband.

"Are you ok with this?" You nod yes multiple times, making him smirk yet again, and then you gasp at the contact of his fingers against your womanhood. Your hands grip his shoulders for support, his muscles tensing at the fact that you are touching him. That he is touching you. His fingers find no resistance due to the effects of his words and his ego grows. You bury your face into his shirt when his fingers slip into you. Though foreign, it is an immensely pleasurable feeling and you can't help but want more.

Then he begins to move them. You push further into him to silence your mouth, the feeling far too wonderful to not have a vocal effect.

But then his thumb brushes on something that makes you let out a loud moan. Your face flushes in embarrassment.

"Do you want everyone to know that I'm defiling you in the hallway?"

Oh dear, you're afraid his words combined with whatever he is doing with his fingers are going to kill you.

He repeats the same action but kisses you once more, your moans muffled.

Edmund can tell you are getting close, you've begun to shake, you're gasping into his mouth, and you are practically rutting into his hand. He makes the conscious decision to break the kiss to suck on your neck, covering your mouth with his free hand to silence any escaping sounds. Then, his thumb presses up again and his fingers hook inside of you and you convulse around him.

He is in awe of how gorgeous you are and what he'd just done.

As you catch your breath, your trembling hands find the waistband of his trousers and gently begin unbuttoning them, eager for more. His eyes avert to what you're doing and he curses again. You falter.

"Do-do you want me to stop?" His head shakes back and forth.

"I think I'd die if you did, love."

Edmund begins kissing your neck once again while you free him from the confinement of his tight pants and you gasp. He laughs into your neck, sending goosebumps throughout your entire body.

"Don't get shy on me now, darling. You wanted this, right?" You nod and feel him smile into your skin.

He makes quick work of your undergarments, tossing them to the side, lining himself up with your lower half.

He halts and you look into his eyes, body shaking in need and anticipation for what you had been so scared of on your wedding night.

With your eyes on his, he pushes into you, stopping when you push against him.

"Are you alright?" His voice is next to your ear.

"Just one second." Edmund waits, trying to distract himself from the way your body is clenching around him. Your small voice brings him back to reality. "Edmund."

"Yes?" You notice the rasp in his voice, the strain in his muscles. To ease him, you follow your instincts and roll your hips against his and his hands grip your hips in response, stifling the moan wanting to leave his throat.

"Fuck. Y/N. You can't do that." It's your turn to smirk. You do it again and he presses your body back into the wall. The soft grip on your hips tightens and his eyes meet yours, blown with lust. Then, they narrow at the smirk on your lips. "Oh, so you think that's funny do you?" He begins to slide out of you and your eyes roll backwards. Then he slams back in.

The moan that escapes your lips sets a fire in him and his hand claps back over your mouth.

"How many times do I need to tell you to be quiet?" He begins to move his hips again, the feeling ten times more wonderful than just his fingers. "Is this what you wanted?" You can barely comprehend his hushed words. "Is that why you were flirting with him? To make me jealous so I'd finally touch you?" His free hand worms its way back to the apex of your thighs, finding that place that made you squirm in no time. "You're lucky I love you." You don't even register his words as you come undone.

Edmund follows behind, pushing into you one last time before falling into you. His breathing is labored and the two of you don't speak while you catch your breath.

"Edmund!" Your heads snap toward the sound of Peter yelling his name.

"Dammnit!" He quickly makes himself presentable and you follow suit, making sure your hair isn't wild and your skirts are back in place. He takes your hand, smiling at you, before leading you back out of the hallway.

"Edmund!" Peter's back was to you.

"Peter, stop yelling, I'm right here!" The High King turns around, a glare present on his face.

"Your guests are wondering where the two of you have been! You disappeared thirty minutes ago! Get back inside, now."

Edmund doesn't reply to his bother, opting for an eye roll instead. Then he turns to you offering you a bow.

"Shall we get back to the celebration, my queen?" You giggle.

"Let's."

...

Peter may have overreacted just a bit because the only people wondering where the two of you had gone was him.

Edmund pulled you to the ballroom floor, his arms draped around your waist. You settled yours around his shoulders with a smile. The rest of the party seemed to disappear as he bent down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

You rest your head against his shoulder and whisper into his ear.

"I love you too."

AHHHHH! Y'all I'm really proud of this and hope you enjoy it. :)

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[witchthewriter]

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐳 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧🌼 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭🌻   𝐁𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞?🎁

𝑨𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (not taking requests)

𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 🔮

➥ (requests are open) ➥ smut ✅ (18+ only) ➥ comissions

𝑊𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩-𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

                                                 ⸻ ✶✺✮ ⸻

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Game of Thrones / Merlin ⇢🦋Merlin and Pod pining over you would include ⇢🦋Jaskier and Jesper pining over you would include ⇢🦋Ivar with a Targaryen s/o would include

𝐴 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑠 & 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 🌹

↳ “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏʏ.”

⭑ Feyre Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and rhysand

⭑ Rhysand ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and feyre ⭑ Cassian ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and nesta ⭑ Azriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Mor ⇢ fancast

⭑ Amren ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her mate would include

⭑ Nesta Archeron ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her and cassian ⭑ Elain Archeron ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lucien ⇢ fancast

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓🥕

↳ "ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ."

⭑ Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto ⇢ being the new employee at the shop would include

𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 🏴‍☠️

↳ “ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɪᴛ.”

⭑ John Silver ⇢ being a fearsome pirate and married to him would include

𝐵𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑉𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑆𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟🌷

↳ "ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ‘ɢʀʀ’ ɪɴ ɢɪʀʟ?“

⭑ Buffy Summers ⇢ dating would include  ⭑ Willow Rosenberg ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Angel ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Xander Harris ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Rupert Giles ⇢ being his s/o would include 

⭑ Spike ⇢ with a short s/o would include ⇢ with a british s/o would include ⇢ with a trans ftm s/o would include ⇢ smitten spike (imagine/drabble) ⇢ how he would win your love ⭑ Faith Lehane ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝐶𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑎  🍃

↳"ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏʀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ɴᴀʀɴɪᴀ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being a fairy and the pevensie’s s/o, visiting them in the human world would include

⭑ High King Peter the Magnificent  ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Queen Susan the Gentle ⇢ being a fawn & dating her would include

⭑ King Edmund the Just ⇢ being his wife and part narnian would include

⭑ Queen Lucy the Valiant  ⇢ being her best friend would include  ⇢ being Lilliandil’s sister and lucy falling in love with you would include

⭑ Prince Caspian  ⇢ being married to him would include

⭑ Eustace ⇢ visiting narnia with him would include

⭑ Mr Tumnus  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝐷𝐶 ⚖️

↳"ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?”

⭑ Harley Quinn ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & ivy would include ⭑ Black Canary ⇢ being a vigilante & her s/o would include ⭑ Poison Ivy ⇢ fancast ⇢ being in a poly relationship with her & harley would include ⇢ being a gotham city siren & dating Ivy would include ⭑ Selina Kyle/Catwoman ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Wonder Woman ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Aquaman ⇢ being a gotham city siren as well as his s/o would include

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆 & 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴅᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴛʏ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ."

⭑ Visenya Targaryen ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a Velaryon and her s/o would include

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aegon Targaryen  ⇢ fancast

𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 ♔

↳"ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀꜱ.“

⭑ Daenarys Targaryen ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⭑ Sansa Stark ⇢ being her wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and margaery would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and dany would include ⇢ her falling in love with a serving girl would include

⭑ Robb Stark ⇢ being a secret lannister and his wife would include ⭑ Jon Snow ⇢ being his s/o would include ⭑ Sandor Clegane ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet ⭑ Podrick Payne ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include ⭑ Brienne of Tarth ⇢ being her chaotic s/o would include ⭑ Margaery Tyrell ⇢ being a baratheon and her s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and sansa would include ⇢ being Dany’s sister & in a secret relationship w/ Margaery would include ⇢ how she would comfort her s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Jaime Lannister ⇢ being a Targaryen and his s/o would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⚡️

↳"ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ.”

🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​🇺​🇩​🇪​🇷​ 🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ Smut with them includes ⇢ the marauders as dads would include

🇵​🇷​🇪​🇫​🇪​🇷​🇪​🇳​🇨​🇪​🇸​

⇢ the gryffindors as dads would include

⭑ Harry Potter ⇢ dating would include ⇢ your wedding 

⭑ Hermione Granger ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Ron Weasley ⇢ being his chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Fred Weasley ⇢ being muggle-born and his s/o would include

⭑ Neville Longbottom  ⇢ being married would include

⭑ Luna Lovegood  ⇢ having a transgender s/o would include

⭑ Draco Malfoy

⭑ James Potter ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and remus would include

⭑ Sirius Black ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Remus Lupin ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship with him and james would include ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑡 ※

↳“ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ!”

⭑ Kili ⇢ being a hobbit & his s/o would include

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 🐉

↳"ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴜꜱ ᴋɪɴɢꜱ. ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ᴅɪᴅ."

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ reacting to a bad dream  ⇢ holidays with them would include ⇢ how they show their love

⭑ Rhaenyra Targaryen ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her, daemon & harwin would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and alicent would include

⭑ Daemon Targaryen ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being his s/o and bonding with caraxes would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, harwin & rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & aemond would include ⇢ with a chinese dragon seed s/o would include

⭑ Ser Harwin Strong ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him and rhaenyra would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him, daemon & rhaenyra would include ⇢ first interaction ⇢ him falling in love with you would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rhaenys Targaryen II ⇢ her falling in love with a younger woman would include

⭑ Alicent Hightower ⇢ in a secret relationship would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her and rhaenyra would include

⭑ Aemond Targaryen ⇢ being a stark and married would include ⇢ with a dragon seed s/o who claimed cannibal would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & daemon would include

⭑ Otto Hightower ⇢ nsfw headcanons ⇢ with an enfp wife would include

⭑ Jacaerys Velaryon ⇢ fancast ⇢ being the firstborn baratheon princess, a witch and his s/o would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐻𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠🥂

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴅᴅꜱ ʙᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ!"

⭑ Katniss Everdeen ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑟: 𝐿𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 🗡

↳“ᴡʜʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ?”

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ having a crush on you would include ⇢ being betrothed would include (pirate!reader)

𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ֍

↳ “ᴅᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜɴᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ.”

⭑ Aragorn  ⇢ with a chaotic s/o would include

⭑ Legolas ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ being his pregnant wife would include

⭑ Arwen ⇢ being a witch under gandalf & her s/o would include

⭑ Boromir ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 / 𝑀𝐶𝑈 ☾

↳ "ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴀʏ.“

⭑ Wanda Maximoff/The Scarlet Witch ⇢ being Ultron! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being WandaVisions! Wanda’s s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & nat would include ⭑ Natasha Romanoff ⇢ dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & wanda would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & steve would include ⭑ Yelena Belova ⇢ being a witch & yelena’s s/o ⭑ Druig ⇢ being a witch and dating would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & bucky would include ⭑ Steven Grant / Mr Knight ⇢ steven helps reader while at work on her periods ⇢ how you & steven got together ⇢ dating the avator of Ra would include

⭑ Frank Castle ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Frost Giant Loki ⇢ dating would include ⭑ Thor ⇢ dating endgame thor would include ⭑ Bucky Barnes ⇢ being his plus-sized s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & druig would include ⭑ Steve Rogers ⇢ with a plus-size s/o would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ him & nat would include

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛  ♚

↳"ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴ?"

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ how the knights show their love ⇢ how they court you ⇢ the knights as fathers ⇢  your first time together

⭑ Merlin ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a s/o who doesn’t have magic would include

⭑ King Arthur ⇢ falling in love with a kindhearted witch would include

⭑ Queen Guinevere ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and morgana would include

⭑ Morgana ⇢ being a princess who falls in love with her would include ⇢ sleepover w/ her and gwen would include

⭑ Sir Percival ⇢ being a witch & his s/o would include

⭑ Sir Lancelot ⇢ being fae and his wife would include

⭑ Sir Gawaine ⇢ being his wife would include ⇢ being merlin’s best friend and having a crush on gwaine would include

⭑ Sir Leon ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Sir Elyan ⇢  a journey with him would include

𝑃𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝐵𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ✧

↳"ᴍᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ʜᴀʟꜰ ʜᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ.”

⭑ Thomas Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Alfie Solomons ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Arthur Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ John Shelby ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Ada Shelby ⇢ being her s/o would include

𝑃𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑛 ☠

↳"ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴍᴀᴛᴇ.“

⭑ Captain Jack Sparrow ⇢ him being fond of you would include

⭑ Elizabeth Swann ⇢ being her pirate s/o would include

⭑ Will Turner ⇢ being an immortal pirate & his s/o would include

𝑆𝘩𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 & 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 ✺

↳ "ꜰɪɴᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɪɴ.”

⭑ Kaz Brekker ⇢ being his s/o would include

⭑ Inej Ghafa ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Alina Starkov ⇢ being her s/o would include (sfw)

⭑ Nina Zenik ⇢ being an inferni grisha & her best friend would include

⭑ Zoya Nazyalensky ⇢ protective headcanons ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & genya would include ⇢ with an INTP s/o would include

⭑ Matthias Helvar ⇢ being his wife would include

⭑ Genya Safin ⇢ being her gf would include ⇢ zoya’s younger sister being with genya would include ⇢ being in a poly relationship w/ her & zoya would include ⭑ Nikolai Lantsov ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a pirate s/o would include

The Darkling ⇢ being a moon summoner and his s/o would include

𝑆𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑠 ⛺

↳ "ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ: ᴜɴᴘʀᴇᴅɪᴄᴛᴀʙʟᴇ."

⭑ James Cook  ⇢ being his s/o would include

𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐𝘩𝑦 🍀

↳"ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ.“

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

・how they act when they have a crush on you

⭑ Jax Teller ⇢ being his old lady would include

⭑ Chibs Telford ⇢ being his old lady would include

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ☢

↳"ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.”

ᴍɪsᴄ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs:

─ being the resident badass in hawkins ─ being a witch in the hawkins group ─ being the chessmaster with heart in hawkins ─ being the cranky grandparent in the hawkins group ─ being the wine aunt/uncle in the hawkins group ─ movie night with the gang

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ being their short s/o would include

⭑ Eddie Munson ⇢ dating would include ⇢ modern dating headcanons ⇢ Vampire! Eddie headcanons  ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ s/o with arthiritist would include ⇢ drabble from his secret admirer ⇢ nsfw alphabet ⇢ having a platonic autistic relationship would include ⇢ with an ENFP s/o

⭑ Steve Harrington ⇢ babysitting w/ steve  ⇢ dating would include ⇢ having a relationship like goose & carol ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include ⇢ your cat liking steve includes

⭑ Jim Hopper ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Joyce Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Jonathan Byers ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Argyle ⇢ dating would include ⇢ with an autistic s/o would include

⭑ Nancy Wheeler ⇢ dating would include ⇢ lil date drabble ⭑ Robin Buckley ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Chrissy Cunningham ⇢ going on a date would include

𝑇𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 ♚

↳ “ɴᴏ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ— ɪꜰ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɪᴀʟ.”

⭑ Aelin Galathynius ⇢ fancast ⭑ Rowan Whitethorn ⇢ fancast

⭑ Dorian Havilliard ⇢ fancast

⭑ Manon Blackbeak ⇢ fancast ⇢ dating would include

⭑ Yrene Towers ⇢ fancast ⇢ being a witch and her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Chaol Westfall ⇢ fancast

⭑ Aedion Ashryver ⇢ fancast

⭑ Lysandra ⇢ fancast

⭑ Elide Lochan ⇢ fancast ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ poly relationship with yrene, elide and reader

⭑ Lorcan Salvaterre  ⇢ fancast

⭑ Fenrys ⇢ fancast

⭑ Gavriel ⇢ fancast ⇢ being his mate and looking after him would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑅𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟🌳

↳“ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ.”

⭑ Thomas ⇢ being with someone who has ADHD would include

⭑ Newt ⇢ jealous of his medjack gf would include

⭑ Minho ⇢ with a plus size s/o 

⭑ Gally ⇢ being his s/o would include ⇢ with a short s/o

𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 ✺

↳“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.”

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

⇢ the cullen’s nicknames for you

⭑ Bella Swan ⇢ being her s/o would include ⇢ being her witch s/o would include

⭑ Edward Cullen ⇢ with a witch s/o would include

⭑ Carlisle Cullen ⇢ nsfw headcanons  ⇢ with a shy s/o would include

⭑ Esme Cullen ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Rosalie Hale ⇢ being her vampire mate would include ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Emmett Cullen ⇢ with a witch mate would include

⭑ Alice Cullen ⇢ being a human and dating would include ⇢ having a witch mate would include

⭑ Tanya Denali ⇢ being her vampire soulmate would include

⭑ Paul Lahote ⇢ nsfw headcanons

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝟷𝟶𝟶 ⚘

↳"ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɪᴛ.“

⭑ Bellamy Blake ⇢ being apart of the 100 and his s/o would include

⭑ Octavia Blake ⇢ being her s/o would include

⭑ Raven Reyes ⇢ ’the raven & the wolf’ (imagine, wife reader)

⭑ Commander Lexa ⇢ being her wife would include

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑈𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝐴𝑐𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑦 ⛱

↳ "ꜱᴏʟɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ.”

⭑ Klaus ⇢ with a writer gf would include

𝑉𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ⚔️

↳ "ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍꜱᴇʟᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ.”

⭑ Ragnar ⇢ sfw alphabet

⭑ Bjorn ⇢ being with bjorn would include ⭑ Ivar ⇢ ivar with a chubby s/o

⭑ Ubbe ⇢ sfw alphabet

𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 💀

↳"ʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴡ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ.“

⭑ Daryl Dixon ⇢ dating would include ⇢ proposal imagine ⇢ with a plus size s/o would include

⭑ Rick Grimes ⇢ being coleader of the group and his s/o would include

⭑ Negan ⇢ having a crush on you would include

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒 𝐷𝑜 𝐼𝑛 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑠 🥀

↳“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴꜱ."

⭑ Nadja ⇢ nsfw alphabet

⭑ Guillermo ⇢ being a werewolf and his s/o would include

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟  ✶

↳ "ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ."

⭑ Yennefer of Vengerberg ⇢  nsfw headcanons

⭑ Jaskier ⇢ falling in love with a princess would include ⇢ falling in love with triss merigold’s sister would include

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆

↳ "ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱɪᴢᴇꜱ. ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ."

⭑ Rip Wheeler ⇢ being his wife would include

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