Bewitching her had only been a means to pass the time, to kill the eternal boredom and loneliness he finds himself in. Such lovely crimson hair, porcelain skin that beckoned to him with its velvet softness, like a rose to be plucked. She had come so easily, almost willingly, as if she is grateful for the escape, however brief it was.
Or as it had been intended. Nearly daily she returns for more of his stories and magick, enticing him down from the branches with small trinkets, savory foods, a lovely song, then eventually sweet touches and sweeter sounds.
Sinister claws ghost over flesh maliciously blemished by another, and soft lips work to replace the terrible memories, all the while honeyed eyes and a tender smile feed a beast deep inside that had starved for affection.
In the end they both find what they had been searching for that first day... a cure for the malady that is life.
Puck: Surprisingly, given as much as he is a chatter box, he’s mostly quiet. With extra sensitive hearing he prefers to hear his partner’s noises than to have his own drown them out.
Faera: Obnoxiously so. And LOVES when her partner is equally as raucous. Takes it as a sign of enjoying the activities.
☺ : How often does your muse masturbate?
Puck: Nearly none pre-Pandy lol; if he wanted release he’d go find someone. Since Pan, almost daily. Downside to an extremely high sex drive and not wanting to harass your mate XD.
Faera: Rarely if ever unless she’s being super lazy. Will simply go find a partner if she wants/needs, though that too is done at least every few days.
☯ : Write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. (Sorry I prefer not to have Al on his ass, so we’re gonna steal your other ones :3)
Each step Puck takes becomes more difficult to manage, his ability to navigate the relatively straight path to the Bathhouse compromised by firm thighs around his waist and two handfuls of voluptuous ass. Shades of red fill his field of vision... swollen pink lips that taste of sin but promise heaven, skin flushed in the way only lust can do, and all framed in a radiant crimson curtain of hair that surrounds them. Any semblance of control that he’s been holding onto crashes to the floor when she moans his name against a sensitive ear and he nearly drags them down as well.
By some miracle though he gets them through the curtained doorway that opens into the bathhouse, a hand traveling up the back of her shirt to locate and snap open the hooks of her bra, her sharp intake of breath nearly buckling his knees again. It was a different sound that stops him in his tracks and causes the little body in his hands to stiffen, hazel and green eyes meeting in confused panic before looking over towards the source.
The ‘source’ sits comfortably and unphased in a stranger’s lap, a stranger that looks just as mortified as the couple, his skin tinted nearly the same shade of ‘omg’ and Pandora’s. Faera makes the same noise that had caught their attention in the first place, something between a cough and a snicker. “Hey there little brother, fancy meeting you here! I was just giving my Dathúil a tour of your lovely home and, well, we worked up a bit of a sweat and I thought we’d take advantage of the pools.“ She bounces a bit in his lap and the pink haired man makes a strangled noise, tightening his -many- arms around her and hides his face in her chest. Any doubts as to what they’d been doing immediately before being walked in on were dispelled in that moment. Patting his head she gives Puck a shit-eating grin that he responds to with a look of seething anger at her bringing his fun to a crashing halt. “Dathúil, this is my little brother, Puck, and his even littler toy, Mandy. Say hi sweetie!“
Puck missed the muffled sound of Kok’s greeting, as little could be heard over the sound of Pandy’s threats and promises of dismemberment as Puck wraps his arms around her waist and turns tail before she can finish transforming anything into any sort of a weapon. Faera waves at their exit, further enraging the bot as they make their way out. “We’ll come say hi again when we’re done! Don’t wait up!“
“Don’t let the curtain hit your asses on the way out!” The dryad only laughs harder at Dàirich‘s parting call before Kok slaps hands over the chuckling mouth.
Pandora/Puck, she's a stolen child in the fae realm.
Give me a pairing, Give me an AU setting, I will write you a three-sentence fic.
Puck scowls down at the tiny red headed child that had kicked the everliving shit out of his ankle and was now glaring daggers at him. Dubiously he glances over at the fae who’d ‘found’ her, whispering behind his hand and stepping back from the child in case she got any more bright ideas. “I didn’t know they made them this small... careful or a sparrow may carry her off.“
Working on jumpstarting the Jackass (Faera’s kinda got him beat into a corner). This song kills me every time I hear it (it’s Puckdora soooo hard), and it’s inspiring a few things, and this is what I’ve got so far.
He doesn’t know that it wakes her up when he tosses some nights, unable to sleep. Doesn’t realize that, even after all these years, she gets butterflies in her stomach when he delicately toys with the ends of her hair splayed across the pillow. That she feels him watching her sleep, and is happy that the darkness hides the blush on her face, the goosebumps across her skin. His content sigh always makes her shiver, and she swears she can feel his love and happiness like a blanket over her; if the night were cold, that alone could keep her warm. It never fails to overwhelm her, and like every other time she rolls over towards him, still feigning sleep, and buries her face against his chest, the fast thrumming of his heart like a soothing lullaby. She feels his smile as he wraps her fully in his arms, holding her tight and tucking her head beneath his chin, but not before pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead. Slowly but surely, his breathing slows and she finally allows herself to drift off to sleep again, a hint of a smile on her own face.
She has no idea that on nights like this, with her tiny body molded to his, she’s an anchor holding him secure in a hurricane and the only thing that quiets the demons in his head.
((So apparently I forgot to post this forever ago when I wrote it? Woops!
Puck discovers the hard way that he’s not as good with his hands as he’d thought.
Rated G lol))
Ears a-twitch in frustration, his teeth bared and a menacing growl rumbling through his chest, the fae flings the knitting needles down and glares daggers at the ill-made pile of yarn that sits undaunted at his threats in his lap. For the seemingly hundredth time in the last few hours, he has to close his eyes and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself before his latest crafting attempt meets the same fate as a few of the last ones, which were little more than piles of shredded floof that skitter around him nervously on the floor every time a breeze passes through.
Arms crossed stubbornly he cracks his eyes to scowl at what is his third attempt at making a sweater, and as he bites the inside of his cheek his lips pucker at the sour thought that perhaps he’s found a skill that he’s not so proficient in. He can’t fathom why he doesn’t just magick up a sweater for her like he normally would, except that for some terrible reason he had the notion that it would be a more meaningful gesture to make it properly, and as he is extremely skilled in sewing how hard could it really be? At this point though, it was more of a matter of sheer stubbornness and the unwillingness to admit that there was something he wasn’t able to do.
So, with an exasperated huff Puck snatches up the dreadful pointy sticks that have become the bane of his existence and resumes his work on the sweater, the tip of his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth in fierce concentration while he loops and hooks and knots, the clumsy clacking of the needles doing nothing to soothe his frazzled nerves.
Inch by inch the piece grew until he felt he’d finally gotten a decent grasp on it, hardly keeping note of the rate at which it lengthens until he pauses to stretch and crack the knuckles of his long fingers, cramped as they were from the unfamiliar position they’d been in. A hesitant grin pulls at his lips noting the considerable improvement the further along he’d gotten, until he lifts it up from his lap to examine it fully only to have the bottom of it and the ends of the sleeves still resting in his lap. The damned sweater would almost be a dress on him, but on her, it would swallow her near to her knees!
Burying his face into the plush forest-hued fibers, he can’t stifle the half crazed chuckle of disbelief. He considers briefly undoing most of it until it is a more practical length, but he just can’t bring himself to do it, especially taking into consideration that the bottom bit was the better half. A bit crestfallen, he makes to bind off the ends and when it is done nearly flawlessly, his mood perks up a fraction, pleased at the thought that he has at least improved on a skill he did not previously have.
Taking extra care in wrapping it, he gathers the package up to go and leave it waiting for her on her bed, not really sure he wants to see the reaction on her face if she feels she has to pretend to like it, though he cackles at the thought of her expression when she sees what he did with the first two sweaters he attempted to make. He suffered a few scratches, and had he been a mortal he would have lost a finger or two, but it was worth it to see Lewis and Sara wearing their brand new sweaters. He only hopes Pandora will be more appreciative of his gift than they were...
Trying trying trying to get my head back into my tags, but with looking for a new place and attempting to get together enough fundage TO move, amongst other issues going on, I’ve been pulled a little taut lately.
So, I tried drabbling a little with an idea that popped into my head. Woo.
Future!set. Very very very future!set lol.
mylittlepandora
A flash of red moved briskly and soundlessly past the kitchen entrance, trying her best to make it out the front door without being noticed, but the unmistakable scrambling off the counter where her father perched keeping Pandora company while she cooked is the signal that she failed miserably. The teen’s forehead connects with the doorframe in exasperation as he steps out of the kitchen and huffs out an incredulous snort.
“Annnnd you think you’re going anywhere but back upstairs wearing that?! Here I thought I was the comedian in the family!”
Squeaking indignantly she turns on him and hand on her hip raises an eyebrow, looking him up and down twice in disbelief that he felt he had any sort of opinion on fashion, wearing his usual tie-pants and loose fitting ‘peasant shirt’. He blanched at that look, far too like her mother’s expression for his comfort. “Hey dad, the 13th century called and wants their clothes back. Guess you’ll be running around naked again.”
Pandora choked trying not to laugh out loud and didn’t quite pull it off. Puck’s arms cross over his chest and his face scrunches into a pout, glaring in disapproval at her Daisy Duke shorts, thigh high stockings and skin tight tank top that didn’t even cover her midriff. “Vintage eventually comes back in style, I’m just ahead of the game. You on the other hand might as well put nudity back in style wearing what you are, or barely are.”
Titania smirks at that and crosses her arms to mimic the fae, that damn cocky eyebrow raised up once more. “I got these out of mom’s closet.” His face and ears droop at that but before he can even respond there’s another laugh from the kitchen. “Yes and you see the type of men I ended up attracting. Please dear, I want better for you in life.”
Pressing her lips tightly together to keep from laughing in her poor father’s face she rushes past him and up the stairs, shouting over her shoulder as she hops up the steps. “You’re totally right mom, what was I even thinking, maybe I can find a turtleneck to wear.”
She wasn’t even half way up before she finally heard his whiney ‘Heeey!’, though it was anyone’s guess which one of the women it was directed to. Most likely both.
Adding a ‘Keep Reading’ cause I haven’t learned what a ‘drabble’ is lol.
∀☺⚔: Already answered
❤ : Where on their body is your muse most sensitive- (Not)Surprisingly, his ears, mostly the tips of them. Yes, they are in fact more sensitive than his penis, and he can cum simply from playing with them, though it never really works when it’s him doing it. This is why messing with them is an immediate ‘Go’ button for him, and why pulling/twisting them hard is extremely painful.
☞ : Does your muse like to bottom - Very much so! He doesn’t have any qualms between switching from dominant to submissive as long as he’s not mistreated. He’s typically bottom with men, but finds it particularly enjoyable to be bottomed by a woman simply because it doesn’t happen all that often.
♡ : Does your muse have any birthmarks or scars they get embarrassed about others seeing - Seeing as how his body is mostly glamour he doesn’t have any that are normally visible, but the ones his ‘natural’ body has he doesn’t find embarrassing.
♥ : Does your muse like to cuddle after sex? Anything else for aftercare? - Normally he was a ‘crash out and ZzZZZzzzz’ afterwards, or slip out as soon as they’re asleep, unless he likes/is fond of the person. Currently, you’d be lucky to get him out of the bed with his partner, or she would be lucky to escape :P. As far as aftercare depending on the level of activities it can range from holding/cuddling to full on bathing/pampering.
☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty.
Simply put, Puck sucked at video games. There were possibly four year old children who could play better than him, and Pandora made no small effort in reminding him of this every time he lost. Which was every time they played. It certainly didn’t help matters that he was not the most gracious of losers, and while he did not (shockingly) throw any tantrums, there was ample pouting and grumbling.
It wasn’t until the bot had brought out a different gaming console, something called an Xbox, that his interest finally piqued. Another fighting game, one that the fae was unsurprisingly bad at, and after the first few hits his character took the controller vibrates in his hands. Dropping the device in shock with a yelp he stares at it as if it might bite him before turning his wide-eyed look of confusion to Pandy, who wasted no time in cackling at his ignorance. Retrieving the controller and tossing it back into his lap with another chuckle she haughtily explained its function and proceeded to wipe the floor with his character’s ass while he mulled over this new found knowledge. By the time she tired of beating him, he was cheekily grinning enough to make her nervous for whatever he might be scheming.
It had taken a few weeks and more than a little help from a certain electronically inclined blue friend who was all too willing to lend a helping hand, especially given the nature of the device he was creating, so that when she arrived at his home one day he was waiting with 2 new controllers, a pair of black boy-shorts underwear and a toothy grin that stretched from ear to ear. After much goading that eventually caused her curiosity to override her leeriness she gives in and takes them from him, though not without making him pay in the form of sliding off the ones she wore under her skirt painstakingly slowly down to fall to the floor before putting on the new pair just as deliberately torturous.
Plugging in the fighting game that had inspired this little endeavor, he hands her one of the controllers, a red one to his green one, before dragging her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her to grip the device. She eyes him suspiciously, but mentally shrugs it off with a smile before preparing to murder him once again. The round cues up and she sends her player forward and lands a kick to Puck’s character’s head, and a moment later she cries out in surprise as the underwear vibrates, the shock of the unforeseen sensation causing her to try and clamor off his lap but is stopped short by his tightening arms around her waist. While she is distracted he attacks her player mercilessly until she falls dead, round 2 flashing across the screen and illuminating the fae’s smug face.
It takes no time at all for her to put two and two together: ignore her competitive nature and allow him to beat her, or attack and ‘suffer’ the consequences. He gets halfway through round 2 before she can’t take the waning life bar any longer and goes on the offensive, dealing out two combos a moment before crying out again, the pulsating waves between her legs lasting longer than before. Panting she watches as he destroys the last bit of her avatar’s life, a throaty chuckle at the back of her neck raising goosebumps along her skin.
His victory of both rounds makes him the winner for the first time in history, but he hardly celebrates it, instead starting immediately into the next level, an action that elicits a whine from the little red head that trembled slightly in his lap. Tight lipped she looks on as once again he proceeds to kick ass and take names, wanting badly to attack again though her motivation wasn’t completely game-related, a notion that made her extremely self conscious and more than a little embarrassed.
Whether Puck senses this, or is simply dissatisfied in her lack of participation, he sets his own controller down and covers her smaller hands in his, thumbs hovering over her own controller’s buttons. Hazel eyes widen and she swallows nervously but doesn’t move to stop him, all the consent he needs. Landing a simple kick on his immobile player, she squeaks at the brief vibration.
Gradually his attacks increased, as did the speed and longevity of the pulses until she could hardly catch her breath and squirmed without reprieve between his legs. He made no signs of letting up, his mouth claiming the delicate curve of her neck and she throws her head back with a desperate cry, hands shooting out to grip his thighs with trembling hands. Pace quickening his thumbs jab mercilessly at the buttons and sucks at her flesh, dragging his teeth delicately across the overly sensitive area until her eyes are squeezed shut tightly and her nails dig into his legs until he growls in pleasure at the sharp pain.
When she feels herself hovering closer to release she presses her hips back into him, breaths coming in small gasps until he slides his mouth to the back of her neck and presses his tongue firmly against his favorite little spot and she shatters, filling the room with her impassioned cries as she convulses against him. The controller forgotten and dropped the moment she falls over the edge he wraps his arms around her waist and clings to her, wrapping his body around her as much as possible and peppering her shoulder with fluttery kisses until her spasms cease.
Laughing weakly her cheeks flush shyly, not able to look at him until he laughs softly and brushes the tip of his nose along the edge of her ear. Hesitantly turning to lock eyes with him she rolls hers at the utterly self proud expression and she giggles herself, covering her face with a still-shaky hand. Nipping at her earlobe, his voice is rough with desire when he finally speaks. “I win.“
Reading drabbles to get the juices flowing again, and figured this was as good a time as any to introduce a couple of new annoyances in Puck's life...
Had he not been so distracted with his current task, he would have sensed the new fae presence entering the clearing that surrounds his Tree. As it was, the obnoxious rapping at his door startles him enough that he jumps slightly, the corners of his mouth turning down in disgruntled confusion as he makes his way to the front door, the pot of water on the stove momentarily forgotten. Attention now focused on the trespasser and their energy, or more accurately her energy, his face is contorted into an irritated scowl when he flings the door open, bodily blocking the doorway on the likely chance the invader attempts to plow her way in.
Which she does, of course. Letting loose an indelicate ‘oof’ as she bounces off Puck’s chest and back outside of the threshold, she glowers at him with golden eyes framed in a river of mousse chocolate hair. The disappointment at her failed intrusion melts away though at the sight of his disgruntled face and she doesn’t even bother hiding the smugness she feels at irritating him simply by her proximity, tilting her head and batting her long eyelashes while adjusting a large bag slung over her shoulder. The daggers he continues to glare at her along with the tightening of his grip on the doorframe are proof enough that he’s not amused.
“Whatever you’re selling madame, I’m not interested. Please move along now, and I sincerely hope you have a dreadful day. Farewell now.” Attempting to slam the door in her face and be done with it, it’s stopped short and shoved unceremoniously back open and he lets it to avoid being hit, stepping back and out of the way as it crashes into the wall and the woman struts in with a chuckle.
“Come now brother, such a way to greet your doting sister? As per usual, exile has done nothing to curb your manners.” Fixing her with a withering look he sighs, knowing it would be pointless to bicker with her, as one would have as much luck pleading with a battering ram, with no doubt the same results. “Well I simply see no need to improve on perfection love. I see you’re still as subtle as a kick to the throat; nice to know things haven’t changed in my absence.”
Rolling her eyes with a snort she turns a circle on the balls of her feet to take in the room, a small nod of approval at what she can see. “Things haven’t changed in a millennia and they prefer it that way and you well know it, hence your particular flavor of disruptions being so under appreciated. Is something burning?” She’d hardly finished the sentence before he was bounding for the kitchen with a strangled squeak, a string of chanted “nonononobloodyhellno’s” trailing him, closely followed by herself. Thick white smoke billowed from the fire beneath as water boils over from a pot, hitting the red-hot wood with an angry sizzle.
“Oh for the Mother’s sake, you’re not trying to cook again, are you?!” Hitching her hip against the edge of a counter top, she watches with extreme pleasure at his plight as Puck fumbles to remove the pot and open up the vent above the stove. “You should really pay more attention to what you’re doing if so.” Her eyes light up in delight when he stills and grips the edge of the stove, his back that he has turned to her stiffening as he gifts her sarcasm with low growl.
When he turns to face her he whines at the self-satisfied expression she wears, burying his face in his hands with a muffled half-crazed laugh and tugging lightly at his hair. “Whaaaat do you want from me Faera?! What can I possibly do to make you leave me be? And for reasons I do not care to divulge can you please put on some damned bloody clothes?! I’ve no wish to explain myself if the situation should be unfortunate enough to arise.” Her brows knit in confusion, and she looks down at her rolling curves as if noticing she was naked for the first time.
Glancing back at him she purses her lips in curiosity, as nakedness isn’t something that bothers the fae, but she knows better than to try and get anything out of him he doesn’t care to speak of so she simply shrugs and glamours on a plain, moss green shift. “Have the mortals already hemmed in your nature then? My, and you stood so strong for so long; such a pity that.” She waves a hand in dismissal, setting the bag over her shoulder on the counter gently before hopping up to sit on it as well. “As for what I want? Nothing more than to inquire as to your well-being. I know that these little ‘vacations’ do not really distress you, in fact I dare say you enjoy them, but you’ve never quite settled down so quickly in one spot. I thought it curious and wondered at what sort of allure this place could possibly hold for one such as yourself.“
His eyes narrow at her, knowing she is rooting for a particular answer, and it is more information than he was willing to relinquish to her at this time. Normally he would be able to provide a beautifully sarcastic retort that would give away nothing, but the niggling anxiety of what sort of havoc she could cause to his still new situation roils his stomach and causes him to keep his lips a tight white line and his voice silent. The lack of response is only more damning in the end, and she raises an eyebrow at him in curiosity and hums pleased. How interesting… “So it’s to be like that then, no trust to be found in your heart for a concerned sibling? Pity that. Well, in any case, as you’ve seemed intent on settling your roots here, I’ve brought you a housewarming gift!”
Instantly his scowl deepens in suspicion as she reaches for the bag and pulls it open to grab hold of something very much alive by the scruff of it’s neck and lift it free, wriggling it slightly until it lets out a pitiful yowl. The small creature, barely the size of a house cat, glares balefully at Puck with eyes so crystal blue they are nearly white, while the fae’s own emerald green ones offer it a look that was about as friendly. Head shaped somewhat like a mix between a deer and a horse with two budding nubs of horn between its substantial ears, its plush dappled coat the color of warm cocoa that darkened as you move towards the mane that runs from the back of its head until it tapers at an extravagantly fluffy tail.
The decidedly deerish nose flares and twitches taking in its surroundings before struggling in earnest, its cloven hoofed feet kicking ineffectively as they dangle far from where they can do any damage. Frustrated, the creature begins mewling, an awkward sound that was something between a bleat and a high pitched whinny that causes Puck to cringe with his sensitive hearing. “As lovely a gift as it is, I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. Landlord you see, has a no pets policy. Very strict, nothing to be done about it.”
Faera barks a laugh and tosses the creature at him, sliding off the counter to saunter out of the kitchen and towards the front door, ignoring his protests as he scrambles to pull it off his face before losing an eye. “He, is a chimera. Found him and his littermates at some monastery in Nepal while I was visiting. Takes him a bit to warm up, but after a meal and some pettings, you’ll never get a moment alone. Would have given you a female, but as you have a propensity for angering them, I felt this was a better match.”
Finally removing the squalling thing from his head he hugs it to his chest to keep it from running off and disappearing into some dark corner of the Tree, and follows her to the still open door, angry resignation dripping from his very being. “Truly, I will have to find a sufficiently equivalent way to show you my gratitude for this.” Once more taking great joy in his agitation, she snickers and plants a chaste kiss on his nose, the pout on his face only growing more petulant. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance my dear, as I’m very interested in what has you interested here. You’ll be seeing me around, I can guarantee you that. Tah, and enjoy your new friend then!”
With a wave she bounces away with light steps, cackling gleefully as Puck falls to the ground with a groan to sit with the chimera in his lap, looking up into the fae’s face with a quiet whine. Sighing in exasperation, he absently pets at the creature’s head, watching the other fae’s retreating back with a sense of foreboding. “And then suddenly, my exile became far less enjoyable.”
