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masterlist

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Peter Pevensie

The Other Woman | Peter Pevensie x Reader

Peter and the reader are in a secret relationship.  When the King of Archenland demands that Peter marries his daughter, the reader finds her relationship with Peter to be jeopardized. 

A Midnight Visit | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.1k words

Peter and the reader spend a steamy night together after returning from Narnia.  The two have to make sure they stay quiet as Edmund is sleeping on the other side of the room.

Protective | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 976 words

Peter has to duel with Miraz.  With the stakes as high as they are, the reader’s emotions may get the best of her.

Beautiful  | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1k words

The reader has become self conscious about her body after giving birth to her son.  Peter reminds her just how beautiful her body is.

One Last Surprise  | Peter Pevensie x Reader 

After a romantic Valentine’s Day, Peter has one last surprise.  This surprise may lead to one of the best gifts the reader could have ever asked for.

Perfectly Fine | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1k words

While fighting alongside Peter, the reader gets injured.  Peter can’t help but worry for her.

Caught | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1k words

The reader is Caspian’s little sister.  Both her and Peter hold back their feelings for each other until one night when they cannot hold them back any longer.

Playing Games | Peter Pevensie x Reader 

Peter is almost as well known for his one night stands as he is for being a beloved king.  What will happen when his newest fascination is with the reader?

Birthday Girl | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1k words

It’s the reader’s birthday and Peter has the best birthday gift for her.

The Girl from Archenland | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 3.2k words

The reader has been assigned to learn techniques from the Narnian army for her country’s own.  While she tries to focus on her task, she can’t help but start to get distracted by a certain blond-haired King.

Get to Know You | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 3.2k words

The reader and Peter had an arranged marriage.  When the reader overhears the disapproving thoughts of the Narnians, Peter decides to help fix their marriage by spending the weekend alone.

Running Around | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 2.5k words

The reader guides Lucy and Peter around her kingdom while they are visiting.

I Remember | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 2.4k words

The reader and the Pevensies had been under the influence of the curse just like every other inhabitant of Storybrooke, causing them to forget everything.  When the curse is broken, the reader and Peter have to mend a marriage that has been ruined by the curse.

Our Dirty Little Secret | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 2.3k words

The reader is dating Edmund but she can’t ignore the tension between her and her boyfriend’s older brother, Peter.

Jealous | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.8k words

The reader becomes jealous when Peter’s old mistress visits the castle.  Peter has to remind her just how much he loves the reader and why he married her.

Missed You | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.1k words

Peter had been gone for two months causing both him and the reader to be eager to reunite once again.

Mine | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.1k words

Peter becomes jealous after seeing the reader flirt with someone.  This jealousy causes suppressed feelings to finally burst to the surface.

Fakes | Peter Pevensie x Reader

The reader had decided to sneak into a nightclub using fake ID’s.  Her plan seemed to be flawless until a blond Brit enters the scene.

Unexpected | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.4k words

The reader discovers she’s pregnant with Peter’s child.  While this should be exciting news, she’s worried what Peter will think since her and Peter had wanted to wait to have children.

Isolated | Peter Pevensie x Reader 

The reader has found herself in a loveless arranged marriage with Peter.  When she reaches her breaking point, will her and Peter be able to find a way to make things work?

Stranded | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 3.1k words

The reader finds herself stranded on an island with the Pevensies after a plane crash.  Her and Peter start a secret relationship.  Unbeknownst to the reader, Peter has a girlfriend back home.

Experience | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 1.4k words

Peter is inexperienced when it comes to the more intimate parts of a relationship.  One night, both him and the reader decide to take their relationship to the next level.

Insufferable | Peter Pevensie x Reader

When the reader finds herself in a strange new world named Narnia, she can’t help but find herself bickering with the high king.  And although they continuously argue and complain about each other, both can’t deny the tension they feel between each other. 

The ABC’s of Peter Pevensie (Smut Edition) | Peter Pevensie x Reader

An alphabetical list of what to expect when doing it with the high king.

Things Have Changed | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 3.3k words

The reader has been friends with the Pevensie siblings for as long as she could remember. But after they reunite after five years apart, she realizes that there may be more mature feelings between her and the eldest Pevensie that hadn’t been there before.

My Own Hands | Peter Pevensie x Reader | 768 words

With Peter busy being king, he hasn't been able to give the reader as much attention as he used to. One night, the reader decides to take things into her own hands to make sure Peter will spend some quality time with her.

My Roommate’s Brother | Peter Pevensie x Reader 

If there is one thing (y/n) is sure of, it’s that her roommate’s brother is trouble. At least, that’s what her roommate has told her. But as (y/n) starts to become closer to Peter, she realizes that maybe not everything is black and white.

On The House | Peter Pevensie x Reader

The Pevensies have decided to own a cafe which the reader comes to enjoy coming to every Saturday at precisely one o’clock. Peter finds himself falling for this regular and decides to try and court her.

Edmund Pevensie

Ms. Fairytale | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 1.8k words

The reader is humiliated after a meeting with a neighboring King.  After the meeting, she starts to doubt her ability to be a good queen which leads to Edmund reminding her just how amazing she is.

Stable Boy | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 2.6k words

Edmund is a stable boy who decides to pursue a relationship with the reader who is a princess.

Checkmate | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 1.8k words

A game of chess between Edmund and the reader quickly becomes something more intimate.

Reflection | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 1.3k words

The reader is self conscious about her body which causes Edmund to show her just how beautiful she is.

Movie Night | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 1k words

The reader and Edmund share a steamy moment during movie night with the Pevensies.

In Between | Edmund Pevensie x Reader x Susan Pevensie | 3.1k words

The reader finds herself catching the attention of both Edmund and Susan.  Tensions are at an all time high between the reader and the two Pevensies when the royals decide to throw a ball.

Stress Relief | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 2.2k words

The reader is plagued with stress and worry as Narnia prepares for war.  Unable to do anything else, she decides to seek comfort in Edmund.

Handle Yourself | Edmund Pevensie x Reader | 969 words

The reader and Edmund are studying together when the reader wants to have a break. This leads to her using Edmund’s thigh for some self-pleasure.

Susan Pevensie

In Between | Susan Pevensie x Reader x Edmund Pevensie | 3.1k words

The reader finds herself catching the attention of both Edmund and Susan.  Tensions are at an all time high between the reader and the two Pevensies when the royals decide to throw a ball.

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Can you write an Edmund fic where he just eats her out

Finally crawling out of my cave to do my annual posting spree. Here it is! I hope you like it :)

Possessive

Summary: Driven by jealousy, Edmund decides to remind you that he’s the only one worthy of calling you theirs. warning: smut below the cut

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Possessive, jealous Edmund with him eating her out <3

Not this ask finally making me write again. Anyway here’s the link:

Possessive

Summary: Driven by jealousy, Edmund decides to remind you that he’s the only one worthy of calling you theirs. warning: smut below the cut

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Possessive

Summary: Driven by jealousy, Edmund decides to remind you that he’s the only one worthy of calling you theirs.

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a laugh, placing my hand on the strong chest of the man. The music from the orchestra weaved between the words of our conversation as we danced across the floor. The ball had been Lucy’s idea. She had been wanting an excuse to dance all night long, and my arrival to Narnia had been the reason she was looking for.

Now, I was quietly thanking Lucy as the handsome man twirled me around before pulling me back into his strong arms. “I hope you are enjoying Narnia,” he said as we fell in step with everyone else around us.

“Thank you, Felix. I have found Narnia to be quite an enchanting world.”

“Most likely not as enchanting as you,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, feeling warmth creep up my neck.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out. It was familiar yet laced with a subdued anger I had never heard before.

Felix and I both turned to see Edmund standing before us. He bowed and I smiled at the king. He had become a close confidant to me since I entered Narnia.

“Hello, Edmund,” I said.

He reached out his hand, looking only at me as he spoke. “May I steal her from you?”

It took Felix a moment to realize Edmund had been addressing him. Upon realization, he stuttered a quick yes, noticing the clenched jaw the king had. Without another word, Edmund whisked me away and towards one of the far corners.

“You know, I was quite enjoying myself with him,” I said, letting out a sigh.

“Oh please, I was just saving you from the boredom bound to come eventually.” His cheeks were a light pink, making me wonder if the crowded room was making him warm.

“When you’re that handsome, you can never be that boring.”

Edmund rolled his eyes at this. “He’s not that handsome. If anything, I would say he’s mediocre.”

“And since when did you care so much?” I asked, letting out a small chuckle. When I looked up to meet his eyes, there was no sense of playfulness. Instead, a wall of seriousness hit me at I locked eyes with him. My mouth fell open into a small “o” as I started to wonder if seeds of jealousy were being planted in his brain.

He seemed to notice this, clearing his throat before saying “It’s getting hot in here. I’m going to have to excuse myself for a moment.” He walked away from me, leaving the ballroom in hurried steps.

I watched for a moment, still relaying the thought of Edmund being jealous of me talking to another guy. It seemed preposterous. He had always been light hearted, never hinting at the thought of wanting anything more than friendship. Yet, the thought of him desiring me in any romantic way made my heart flutter. I had always found the young king attractive, yet the fear of him not feeling the same stopped me from ever allowing myself to desire more. But now, I found myself slowly following him out the ballroom and into the hallway where the cool night air blew in from a window nearby.

“Can I keep you company while you cool down?” I asked, offering a small smile.

“I thought you were too busy flirting,” he spat out. He focused on the floor in front of him instead of turning to me as he spoke, and his cheeks were turning into a deeper pink.

“Are you still on that?” I rolled my eyes as I walked closer to him. “Why do you even care?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve a slice of your attention. I watched him all night going from girl to girl, and you don’t deserve someone like that.”

“Then who do I deserve?” I asked. I felt the heat return to my neck and start to spread up to my cheeks.

Edmund turned to look at me. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyes bore into me. He first studied my lips that had been painted a deep red for the ball before focusing on my collar bones that peaked out from underneath the fabric of my dress and finally settling on my wide eyes watching him. “I don’t think anyone is good enough for you,” he finally said, keeping eye contact with me. “But I think that I might be the closest to that title.”

Silence surrounded us after he spoke. I studied his brown eyes, looking for any hint of this all being a joke. I couldn’t find any such clues and instead noticed how his eyes had left my own and were now tracing the outline of my lips. I took a step closer, placing a hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating relentlessly underneath his tunic. His hand covered mine, and I let out a content hum as his warm skin enveloped me. “I find myself agreeing with you,” I said, barely above a whisper.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Urged on by the single question, I reached up and placed my lips on his. I could taste the faint sweetness of the wine that was being served as my tongue brushed his lower lip. Edmund let out a slight groan and cradled my face with his hands as he deepened the kiss. What started out soft and tentative was now strong and passionate. When we pulled away, both of our chests were frantically raising up and down and Edmund’s hair was slightly tussled.

Music and conversation leaked out from the door that concealed us from the party goers. Edmund turned towards the door before looking back at me. We stayed quiet for one, two, three seconds before he spoke. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed as if we risked being found out. I nodded in agreement before rushing to keep up with him.

I found myself soon slammed against the wall of his bed chambers. A soft whimper escaped me as he littered my lips and neck with kisses.

“No one could ever worship this body like I do,” he muttered, his grip on me tightening as he sucked harshly on the sensitive skin that sat between my neck and shoulder.

“Edmund!” I exclaimed, both shocked by his bold words and the fact that he was now leaving a mark on my body. He only groaned at the sound of his name, pressing himself closer to me.

“Please let me taste you,” he whispered into my ear. His hands were already starting to wander down my body, tracing my curves and hiking up my skirt inch by inch.

“Edmund, what do you mean?” I asked. The reality of the situation suddenly dawned on me as he got down on his knees. His fingers had started to delicately hover over the area I needed him most. I held my breath as his brown eyes looked up to meet mine

“Please, let me taste you. I need to know what you taste like. At least once in my life. Please.”

A soft moan left my body as he spoke as my hands instinctively grabbed onto his hair. He groaned in response, already holding up the skirt of my dress so that I was on full display for him.

“Yes,” was all I could manage before he buried his face into my folds.

I gasped at the new feeling, his tongue sliding up and down teasingly before settling on the bundle of nerves. My back arched in response, not prepared to feel such a wave of pleasure rush over me. “Oh Edmund,” I moaned, letting my head fall back against the door.

He looked up at me, and the sight of his eyes already drunk off of my taste turned me on even more. I experimentally pulled on his hair, earning a groan from him and his tongue adding more pressure.

“That’s it,” he said against me, “Keep moaning my name. I want the whole castle to know who’s making you feel this good.”

I had never known Edmund to have such a possessive streak but the way he spoke only created more butterflies in my stomach as he continued to suck on my clit. I let my moans spill out freely as he continued to work on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter and my grip on my reality was starting to fade as I got closer to my high. Suddenly, he stopped. I looked down at him in confusion. My wetness had started to spill onto his face, and the look in his eyes were as if he had found heaven for the first time.

“Edmund, why did you stop?” I asked, trying to hide the frustration in my voice as I attempted to grind my hips closer to him.

“Tell me no one can ever make you feel this good.”

“Edmund,” I moaned, almost unable to completely understand what he was saying as my mind felt cloudy with pleasure.

“Tell me,” he said, with almost a hint of desperation in his voice. His grip on my hips tightened as he watched me.

“Yes, Edmund. No one else could ever make me feel this good.”

He hummed with contentment as he let one of his hands leave my hips and started to draw circles on my clit with his pointer finger. I gasped at the contact. It was not enough and yet just right with the amount of stimulation I had already received.

“And Felix?”

“Hmm?” I asked, almost unable to comprehend what he was saying when he was being so mean, teasing my clit with his finger.

“Felix could never make you feel this good, right?”

“Yes Edmund,” I said, gasping as he added more pressure. “He could never make me feel this good.”

A smug look appeared on Edmund’s face as I said this. “Atta girl,” he said before diving back into me.

I gasped as I felt his tongue travel further down until it was hovering over my sopping entrance. He teased me at first, only allowing the very tip in. I whined in protest, wanting more. I wanted to feel all of him in me.

“Please Edmund,” I gasped, gripping onto his hair.

“You belong to me. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you everything.”

“I’m all yours Ed. I will always be yours.”

My words seemed to be his snapping point, and he began to fuck me with his tongue. The noises I let out were borderline pornographic as I inched closer to my orgasm. I repeated his name like a mantra as his finger drew lazy circled in my clit and his tongue bullied my entrance.

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling myself get lightheaded. My words urged him on. He was like a starved man seeing food for the first time. As if none of the meals our servants made could ever come close to this feast before him. “Oh Edmund!”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, my head snapped back and my mouth fell open in an ‘o’. I felt myself come undone as my entire body shook, only being held up by Edmund as he greedily drank all of me. He eased me down from my high until the ringing in my ears subsided and I could finally catch my breath again. I looked down to see him already looking at me. A stupid grin was on his face and my slick glistened down his chin.

“You look absolutely divine,” he said. His voice was soft now and he rose to his feet, now face to face with me.

My chest was still rising up and down with the thumping of my heart beat. He gave me a bruising kiss and I could taste myself as his tongue mixed with mine. I let out a moan at the sweet taste, at how absolutely perverted the whole thing was.

“Thank you,” I managed to get out when we pulled apart.

“No, thank you.” His gaze fell to my neck and he smirked. I touched the sensitive area, rushing to the mirror to see a mark on the skin, already darkening into a scarlet.

“Edmund! How can I go back out there now?”

“Easy, darling,” he said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You walk back in there by my side and let everyone know who you belong to now.”

I wanted to protest, to scold him for being careless. Instead, I let out a soft moan and felt my thighs press together in arousal. It was at that moment, while looking into his dark eyes in the mirror and feeling his grip tighten on my waist, that I realize how utterly screwed I now was.

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On the House (pt. 3)

Summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 2

(Y/n) found her job boring. This was alarming because she had never felt this way before. In fact, she loved her job. The publishing industry was one of stiff competition and having a passion for the work was the bare minimum in order to be considered a competitive candidate. She loved being able to witness the process of a book being made, especially the beginning when the authors she worked with pulsated with excitement, knowing their life’s work was finally going to be revealed to the masses.

But she couldn’t focus on her work anymore. Instead, she went through the motions, unable to focus on anything except for the anticipation of the weekend. All her mind was set on was one thing. The Lamppost Cafe. Every Saturday all she could think about was going into the cafe at one o’clock and getting to see Peter again. Some days she even considered going earlier than her regular time but stopped herself, not wanting to see desperate in any way.

Ever since she learned his name, she kept repeating it to herself. She would say it to herself while making her morning coffee, or while she was showering. It was like a mantra for her. She even found herself waking up sometimes with the name still fresh on the tip of her tongue. As if she expected him to be laying on the other side of the bed, responding to her call. 

Saturday came at an agonizing pace but soon enough she was grabbing her bag and book before heading for the cafe. After slugging through the week, the walk energized her. She felt the wind blow through her hair as she went, her eyes wide with excitement as the cafe came into view. She didn’t hesitate to walk up to the register where Peter was waiting for her. She wasn’t sure if she imagined it, but it felt as though his smile brightened as she neared him. “The usual?” he asked, already ringing her up.

“How did you know?” (y/n) joked, flashing him a smile. There was a pause as their eyes caught each other. He broke first, looking down at the register to read out the total. (Y/n) blinked a few times, as if it would flush away the pink that had started to grow on her cheeks. She began digging through her bag to find her wallet. “Actually, you know what, it’s on the house.”

“Really?” (y/n) responded. Behind Peter, she could his siblings pausing what they were doing and stealing quick glances at them. “Is there a certain sale today?”

“Oh no, it’s just you always come here. Think of it as us showing you our thanks for your support.” He let out a chuckle before flashing a quick smile. He was now rocking his weight back and forth and his eyes were back on the register. 

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you guys!” she responded, a bright smile growing on her face. “Thank you so much!” Peter looked up at her and she could tell his face was a shade redder than it had been when she first entered the cafe. 

“It’s my pleasure,” he said. (Y/n) let out a small giggle, remembering the first time he had said the strange phrase when he had brought out her order. “I’ll bring over your order once it’s ready.” She nodded before making her way to her usual table. 

As Peter walked towards the back, Susan said in a low voice, “I hope you’re planning on covering the cost for your girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah whatever. And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Yet,” Lucy added, chuckling as she started to steep the tea. Peter only scoffed before stealing a glance at (y/n). He hoped his face felt much more warm than it actually looked. If she had noticed his blush, he wouldn’t be able to face her again. How unprofessional it would be for a customer to believe he was flirting with her! Of course, he was only offering free food and drink because she was a regular. It wasn’t anything with romantic undertones. At least that’s what he would say if his siblings questioned him. But deep down, he knew the truth. He knew that he spent a bit longer getting ready on Saturdays and that as the clock neared one o’clock he took his place at the register even though he hated dealing with the confusing machinery that somehow always malfunctioned when he used it. 

“Well, are you going to give your girlfriend her order?” Susan asked, already putting the cup and plate into his hands.

“Quit calling her that, will you?” 

“Oh, do you prefer future Mrs. Pevensie?” 

“Very funny.” Peter rolled his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to do my job.” He walked away before his sister could add one last remark. As he neared (y/n)’s table, he could feel his face warming once again. “Here’s your order,” he said, placing the stuff down onto the table.

“Oh, thank you,” (y/n) replied, putting down her book. 

“Haven’t you already read that one?” Peter felt his face become even warmer as he said that, realizing he had given away the fact that he had been watching her for the past few weeks. She let out a small laugh and it was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. 

“I fear I don’t have many books, so I cycle through them constantly.”

“Well, there’s a bookstore right down the street. Their prices are pretty low and they have a pretty wide variety of books.”

“Oh that’s sound wonderful. I should definitely check them out some time.” There was a pause. The girl looked up at him, the smile she was wearing turning somewhat playful. “This is the part where you suggest taking me to the bookstore.” She wasn’t sure where the confidence had come from but she was glad she said it as a wide smile grew on Peter’s face.

“I’m off tomorrow, does that work?”

“Perfect. We’ll meet here?”

“Is one o’clock good for you?”

“It always is,” she replied, smiling into her cup of tea as she took a long sip, the honey warming her throat on the way down.

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On the House (pt. 2)

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 1 | part 3

The next Saturday all four siblings were in the cafe, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the mystery girl who had managed to catch the heart of the eldest of them. They all turned to said eldest expectantly as the clock on the wall read 12:50. He rolled his eyes but still made his way to the register. He could feel his siblings constantly throw him glances with each second that ticked by, but the burning sensation of their stares was muted by his excitement to see the girl again. There was something about her mannerisms that made her likeness get stuck in his mind like a mouse caught in a glue trap. 

He liked that she would always order the same thing, the sense of schedule and reliability pleasing to him. The way she would hunch over her book when she got to a good part would have made his mother gasp in horror, but he couldn’t help but smile at how engrossed she could get in her book. And how her fingers would linger just one second longer than what would be considered normal as she took her change made his heart start to race. But not because he had any romantic feelings for her. No. He just found it interesting the way she acted. He had never met someone like her before. That was all.

The sound of the door closing broke him from his thoughts and before he knew it, she was standing in front of him. The girl was delightfully surprised to see the cute boy standing at the register again. She enjoyed the sound of his voice and found herself taking longer to order when she was with him, even though she always got the same thing. But what if she wanted coffee instead of tea? And how do they get the lavender flavor so expertly infused into the scone? With each question, the boy always gave a well informed and precise answer, but she didn’t care about that. She only cared to hear his voice for a bit longer. And those eyes. She could never get tired of seeing his eyes that held an ocean. They could be angry and wild at one moment (usually when he was dealing with his siblings) or calm and soft the next (like when he was looking at her). She had a feeling that she would drown in them if she weren’t careful. She also had a feeling she wouldn’t be the first to do so.

She approached the register, already having her order in mind. “One lavender scone and an earl grey with a splash of honey?” the boy asked. The girl froze in her steps, not sure what to say. She didn’t think she had come enough times for him to remember her order.

“That would be correct,” she replied, taking out her wallet. 

“Could I get a name for that?” the boy asked. Again, the girl was surprised. They had never asked for her name before. She studied the boy’s face, trying to tell if this was his way of flirting or not. His face was straight, no emotion shown at all.

“(Y/n),” she replied. 

“Perfect, (y/n),” the boy said, his voice slowing down as he got to her name. He smiled. “I’ll have that out for you in a second.” 

“Thank you.” She turned around and walked to her usual table by the window. She stole one last glance at the cute boy before focusing on her book.

“Oh, you are so in love!” the youngest exclaimed as Peter started to make the drink.

“Oh, shut it Lu,” he grumbled, yet he turned to look at (y/n) who was now reading her book. (Y/n). What a beautiful name. He mouthed her name, enjoying the way it bounced around his mouth and rolled off his tongue. He smiled softly as he thought of how it felt to say it aloud. 

“You’re grinning like an idiot,” Edmund said as he plated the scone. 

“It’s called working in customer service,” Peter replied. Before he could grab the scone, Lucy snatched it from the counter before grabbing the tea from Peter’s hand. 

“While you two bicker, I’m going to meet my future sister-in-law,” she said before turning around and walking towards the table quick enough that Peter couldn’t hold her back. “Earl grey and lavender scone?”

“Oh, thank you.” The girl was surprised, usually it was the cute boy who delivered the food to her. 

“Of course! You know, my oldest brother Peter, he’s the one with the blond hair,” she paused to turn and point to him, (y/n)’s gaze following, “says you come here every Saturday at precisely one o’clock. Is there a reason for that?”

“Oh no, it just ends up being the only time that fits in my schedule and I like..” (y/n) got distracted for a moment as she watched Peter slap away who she assumed to be his brother’s hand, “the food. It’s delicious. And so is the tea!”

“Mmhmm,” Lucy said, a grin growing on her face. “Well I’m happy you like our food so much and I hope you continue to be a regular.” And with that, she turned around and walked back to the counter. (Y/n) shrugged, assuming the girl was only trying to make small talk to raise the ratings for the cafe, and returned to her book, periodically taking breaks to have her scone and tea.

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On The House

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 2 | part 3

The family had opened the cafe two years ago. It had started as a funny what-if. A suggestion that the youngest sibling had stated aloud one day in the way we all share our unfiltered thoughts and ideas with those closest to us. The cafe was brought up again the next week by the eldest daughter after the cafe she frequented ran out of vanilla syrup for her latte. “This wouldn’t happen if we did own our own cafe,” she had said once she got home with her bitter coffee. 

The next time it was brought up was by the youngest son who saw an empty building for sale. It was on the corner of one of the busiest streets in London. “That would be the best place for our cafe,” he said to his siblings as they walked by on their way home from a day out in the city. “Lots of foot traffic and far enough from other cafes that we wouldn’t have much competition.” The others nodded along in agreement as they walked by, all of their eyes lingering on the lot for a bit longer before turning their heads back to watch where they were walking.

“I bought the building,” the eldest said a week after his brother had pointed it out. “The money from my part of the inheritance was enough to cover the down payment. And if the business becomes successful, we’ll be able to cover the monthly payments.” The others nodded, as if this was to be expected. Even the eldest daughter nodded along instead of berating her brother for doing something so impulsive. Because it wasn’t impulsive. It was something that had grown on them during the past few months.

The girl had started to visit the family’s cafe a few months ago. She was new to the city and felt the need to find a cozy cafe to spend her afternoons reading in the corner with a nice cup of tea. It had been a complete accident finding the cafe. She was following her google maps in an attempt to find another cafe, one that had been established for decades and had tons of five star reviews. But her horrible sense of direction led her straight to the door of the family’s cafe, entitled The Lamppost Cafe by the youngest of them. 

She knew this wasn’t the right cafe but she was getting tired and the sun was starting to burn her skin so she walked in, glad to feel the rush of AC. The cafe was decently populated, a good sign the girl told herself. “How can I help you?” the girl at the register had asked. Her hair was tied back and the name tag pinned to her shirt read ‘Susan’. The girl quickly scanned the menu, realizing she should have waited a bit longer before approaching the counter. She finally decided on a lavender scone and a cup of earl grey with a splash of honey. Satisfied with her choice, she scanned the room for a seat and decided on the table near the window. She sat down and grabbed her book from her bag, beginning to read when she heard someone approach.

“Lavendar scone and earl grey?” She looked up to see a guy holding her order in his hands. The one thought that went through her mind was how blue his eyes were. She wondered if that color blue could be natural. She nodded in response to his answer, smiling as he placed the food onto her table. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied. The girl couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his response, thinking it to be a bit more formal than expected. The boy turned around to hide his blush as he walked back to the counter, his sister looking like she was prepared to say something smart. He gave her a warning look before walking to the back, away from everyone.

The girl found herself falling into a pattern of visiting The Lamppost Cafe every Saturday at exactly one in the afternoon. It wasn’t like she planned it, it just was the way things worked out. The fact that she got to see the cute guy every time might have contributed a bit to her constant returns though she never would admit it. The first few times she went, the same girl, Susan, took her order. But within a month of her visiting the cafe, the guy with the unnatural blue eyes stood at the register, always finding an excuse to work the register as soon as the clock neared one o’clock on Saturdays. The first time he did it, his sister gave him a look. The kind of look that let him know that she knew what was going on in his mind and was prepared to tease him about it later that day. It wasn’t hard for Susan to put it together between him constantly checking the girl’s usual seat and him taking longer than usual when delivering the food to the girl.

“Peter’s in love,” Susan declared to her siblings when they got home after the first time Peter took over the register for the mystery girl.

“No I’m not,” he argued, always one to avoid his emotions.

“So who’s the unlucky girl?” their brother asked.

“Wish I could say but we don’t even know her name,” Susan replied for Peter.

“How can you love someone if you don’t even know their name?” their sister asked.

“I’m not in love with her!” Peter exclaimed.

“Sure. Instead you just oggle at her the entire time she comes into the cafe. He even took my job at the register today!”

“I want to see her!” their sister exclaimed, excited to hear of a girl having such an effect on her oldest brother.

“Come in on Saturday and you can,” Susan replied, a smile growing on her face as horror grew on her brother’s.

“Suddenly all of my plans for Saturday have fallen through. I’ll be there as well.”

“That’s not necessary at all, Ed,” Peter said, feeling his face already starting to warm.

“Oh but it definitely is,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face.

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Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much! 🖤

I loved this idea so much and I'm so happy I finally had the time to work on it! Here's the link to the story: Handle Yourself

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Handle Yourself

Hey! Could you do a a fic about riding Edmund's thigh while he's studying??? Or A nsfw Alphabet for Edmund please? Thank you so much!

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a huff as the book fell from my hands and onto the bed. My eyes had started to hurt as I strained to read the small text and I felt the need to take a break. Edmund turned from his seat at the desk, a smirk on his face. “Need a break already, love?”

“And what if I do?” I asked, rolling onto my back and stretching my body. “I’ve already been reading for a good fifteen minutes, which is a lot for such a boring book.” He let out a chuckle as he turned back around, already starting to refocus on his own work. I stared at the book sitting next to me in disgust, not wanting to even think about picking it up again. Instead, I turned to look at Edmund who seemed to be deep in thought as he read from his chemistry textbook. I’d always admired his work ethic and how he was able to continue studying for long periods of time, no matter how tedious the subject may be.

His back muscles were tense as he hunched over the desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He rested his head in one hand, the other assigned to flip the pages of the textbook. I admired how his biceps flexed slightly underneath his t shirt, making the fabric wrap tightly around his skin. His lips were slightly apart as he read. I wanted to kiss them so badly but I knew he was too focused to do anything. 

But what if I were to convince him otherwise? I wondered what it would take to break the spell of concentration Edmund was under. I imagined running my hands through his dark hair, letting my breath tickle his neck. Would that do the trick? Or would he need more stimulus? I doubted it. I knew just a look could send him into a frenzy if I tried hard enough. I walked over to him, resting my hands on his shoulders. I slowly started to move my hands, working his tense muscles. He let out a soft hum at this. I felt him started to relax. I leaned down so that my mouth was next to his ear. “Why don’t you take a break?” I suggested in a low voice. His took a deep breath before turning to me. 

“You know I need to do well on this exam, (y/n),” he said.

“I know, but you also can’t tire yourself out.” I gave him a soft kiss on his neck, right behind the ear, and I felt him let out a shudder. 

“You’re only saying that because you want something. Isn’t that right, love?” I let out a soft chuckle.

“Perhaps. But I have a feeling you want it as well.” He let out a strangled moan as I planted another kiss, this time near his jawline. I allowed my hand to rest on his thigh as I leaned over his shoulder to look at his textbook. “You can’t possibly be able to read this for such an extended amount of time.” Edmund placed his hand on top of mine, his thumb slowly rubbing circles on my hand. 

“Look, I really need to at least finish this chapter. Why don’t you be a good girl and handle yourself until I can help.” I let out a dissatisfied noise before climbing into his lap. Edmund let out a chuckle as his hands grabbed onto my waist. “And what exactly are you doing?”

“I need your touch,” I whispered, already starting to grind onto his crotch where I could feel something start to grow. 

“(Y/n),” he said in a half-moan. “I need to be able to focus. Could you please move? Just a bit.” I relented so that I was now straddling his right thigh instead of his lap. I let out a soft gasp at the friction as I moved. “That’s a good girl,” Edmund said in a low voice, giving me a soft kiss on my neck.

I started to move my hips, feeling the wetness between my thighs grow as I moved. I let soft moan escape my mouth, making sure they stayed quiet enough that they wouldn’t distract Edmund who continued to read his textbook. One of his hands rested on my waist, offering me some support, while his other hand remained designated to flip the pages. I started to move faster as the pleasure grew. Edmund had started to chew on his lip and although he seemed to be concentrated on the page his was reading, his face had started to turn a light pink. My moans had started to become slightly louder and my voice jumped an octave when he lifted his thigh, adding more pressure. A smirk grew on his face as he did this and I had to bury my face into his neck. 

I savored his scent as I continued to grind on him. My moans had turned to desperate pants as I chased my high. It came to me in a wave, crashing over me and leaving me gasping for air. Edmund let out a low moan, his grip on my waist tightening as my body convulsed with pleasure. After a moment, I started to calm down and sat up right on his thigh. He didn’t wait to kiss me. It was rough and bruising and as he continued to kiss me, he lifted me up. I felt my back hit the soft material of our bed as he started to move his kisses from my lips to my neck. I barely had time to catch my breath.

“Damn you,” he said into my ear, his hands running up and down my body. “Now, after I fuck you, I’m going to have to reread my chapter.” 

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Hello! Thank you for asking this as it’s actually a really important topic that I’m surprised I haven’t really acknowledged yet. I’m pretty lenient with request and am happy to do almost anything. There are really only two guidelines that I adhere to which are as listed below:

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I’m always open to hear requests, no matter how outlandish they might seem, but there also has to be a limit to these requests as I am not a perfect person and therefore can’t represent some topics in a way that gives justice to them. If you ever have any doubts about whether a request might not be appropriate please feel free to just ask me! This is a no judgement zone and I’ll just let you know whether I’m comfortable with writing the request or not, and maybe help you workshop the request so that it’s something I feel I can work with. Thank you again for asking such an important question!

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My Roommate’s Brother (pt. 2)

request: can I get a request where it’s a modern AU and Peter is known for having a bad boy reputation in like maybe hs or uni and he ends up falling in love with the reader but then gets framed for cheating on the reader and the reader believes it but then everything works out in the end, and if you can could you maybe add some smutty or fluff parts as well.

warning: smut below the cut

part 1

The semester was going smoothly. Susan and I had very similar schedules since we were studying the same topic. This led to us spending much time together. Our usual schedule was something along the lines of going to class in the morning, grabbing lunch together, and then working on our classwork which usually ended with us watching a movie together on one of our laptops. While I was also able to make other friends from my classes, I was not able to make such a strong connection as I did with Susan. 

It was the middle of October and a mutual friend of Susan and I had invited us to a party. I was excited to go and forget about the midterm paper I had due in a week. Susan on the other hand was less enthusiastic. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” I asked while checking my reflection in the mirror. I adjusted my top, wondering if I should do a quick change as it was a bit lower than I was used to, exposing more of my cleavage than usual.

“Yeah. I have a paper due on Monday that I really should work on.” I walked out of the bathroom crossing my arms as I leaned against the wall. Susan was sitting at the table on her laptop with the small lamp we had bought the first week of school illuminating her work space. As if to put the final nail on the coffin, she was also wearing sweats and an oversized t-shirt. I let out a sigh.

“Okay. But once midterms are over I am dragging you to a party. You need to have fun here too, not just study.”

“Yeah, yeah. You have fun tonight. Don’t drink too much, and if you feel like you can’t walk home, call me.” I gave a small smile.

“Will do.” I grabbed my phone and coat before walking to the door. “See you later.”

“Have fun.” I gave a small nod before closing the door behind me and walking towards the elevator.

I was hit with the smell of alcohol and the blasting sound of music as I walked into the apartment. The apartment was the standard on-campus student apartment which meant it was small and cramped. There was a group of people congregating in the living room, the speaker playing the music sitting on the coffee table. “Hey (y/n)!” A friend of mine, Sophie, made her way to me. She had been the one to invite me. A large smile was on her face and a red solo cup in her hand. “Let’s get you a drink, yeah?” She had to practically shout her words in order to be heard over the music. I nodded as she grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen where more people were gathered. 

“I love your top, where did you get it?” She had grabbed an empty cup and started to pour some vodka in it.

“I don’t remember,” I said. “I think it was a birthday gift.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll be able to bring a guy home with that top,” she said, winking as she handed me my drink. I took a sip and felt the liquid burn my throat. There was much more vodka than mixer in the drink.

“(Y/n)?” I heard. I turned to see Peter standing near the sink, a smirk on his face. 

“Looks like it’s already working,” Sophie whispered into my ear. “I’m gonna go back to the living room. Have fun!” She gave me a soft pat on the shoulder before going off, shouting something to someone in the other room.

“Hey Peter,” I said, smiling shyly at him. I took a sip of my drink knowing it would facilitate conversation. 

“I didn’t realize my sister roomed with such a party animal.” I let out a laugh.

“Not to disappoint but this is only the second party I’ve been to this semester.”

“Then maybe you should spend some more time with me. I have a list of parties for the next two weeks.”

“As tempting as that sounds, I do remember Susan saying something about you being nothing but trouble. Isn’t that correct, Peter?”

“I thought that only made me more enticing.” He gave a smirk as he took a sip of his drink. 

“(Y/n)! Come over here, quickly!” Sophie shouted from the living room. 

“It seems I’m needed somewhere else,” I said, already starting to walk towards the living room.

“Talk later?”

“Maybe,” I replied. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol in my system or the raised eyebrow and smirk that seemed to be permanently etched on Peter’s face but I somehow gathered the courage to give him a small wink before turning around and walking to Sophie. 

“Come, dance with me!” Sophie said, grabbing my free hand and jumping to the music. I let out a laugh before following suit. We had started to scream the lyrics to the song when I felt someone behind me. I turned my head to see Peter. 

“Dancing without me?” he asked, bending down so that his lips grazed my ear as he spoke. I felt his hands land on my hips as I continued to dance. Peter was now right behind me and as I moved I could feel myself graze his body. As I moved my body to the music I could feel Peter’s grip on me get tighter, the space between us becoming smaller and smaller until we were pressed against one another. In the back of my mind I could hear Susan’s warning but the music blaring from the speakers drowned her out. 

“I’m going to get another drink,” Peter said, his mouth so close I could feel his breath. I nodded.

“I will too.” He grabbed my hand, leading me to the kitchen where it was much less crowded as everyone had made their way to the living room. 

“What are you drinking? Vodka?” I nodded, handing him my cup. My face felt warm from all the dancing and closeness of everyone. Peter’s cheeks were slightly pink as well. The kitchen was much cooler though and I could feel myself start to cool down. He handed me my drink.

“Thanks.” I took a sip. It was weaker than the other drinks I had had that night. I wondered if Peter had done this on purpose. He took a step towards me before brushing a strand of hair from my face. I looked up so that my (e/c) eyes were locked with his blue ones. 

“So, are you display-only tonight?” His hands were now on my waist as he spoke.

“I thought you aren’t supposed to touch the display?” 

“You know I never follow the rules,” Peter said, a smile on his face. While his smile might have been supposed to be playful, his eyes were filled with hunger as he looked at me. I bit down on my lower lip, the movement causing him to flash a quick look at my lips before looking back into my eyes. His smile was now gone as his grip on me tightened. There was a second of silence before we both leaned in, our lips connecting for the first time. We kissed eachother hungrily, hands grabbing the other as we desperately tried to be as close as possible. Peter bit down lightly on my bottom lip causing me to let out a soft moan. 

“I’m pretty sure this is a kitchen not a bedroom.” Peter and I pulled apart to see Sophie and another girl I didn’t know standing near the entrance. We immediately took a step away from each other and my face warmed from the embarrassment of being caught. Peter and I stood silently as Sophie and the other girl poured themselves some drinks. “I’m sure Brian wouldn’t mind you two using his bedroom if needed,” Sophie said before leaving, giving me a wink before walking back to the living room.

“Maybe we should go to one of our places,” Peter suggested. I nodded.

“Susan should be asleep now.” Peter grabbed my hand before leading me out of the kitchen and towards the front door. Nobody seemed to notice us leaving as they were all too busy dancing and getting wasted. We walked quickly back to my place, the cool autumn air not bothering me as much as it should have since I was wearing a sleeveless top with no coat. I fumbled with my keys slightly as I unlocked my door before letting us both in. The common area was empty and Susan’s bedroom lights were off. 

We both still walked silently as a precaution before making our way to my room. As soon as I closed the door Peter’s lips were on mine. My back was pressed to the door as his lips kissed, sucked, and bit any exposed skin. I let out a soft gasp as he pulled down the front of my shirt, exposing me to him. “No bra?” he questioned, his thumb brushing against my nipple.

“It didn’t go with the shirt,” I said, giving a slight shrug. Peter let out a chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine. It was a deep sound that seemed almost animalistic. He bent down, my breast now in his mouth. “Oh, Peter,” I gasped as he sucked on my breast, his tongue running over my nipple causing me to arch my back. I entangled my fingers with his blond hair as he played with my breasts, eliciting gasps and curses from me. He eventually pulled away. 

“Go onto the bed,” he said, his voice lower than usual. I obeyed, making my way to my bed. I watched as he took off his shirt, revealing his toned body. I licked my lips as I watched, feeling myself get more aroused by the minute. He ran a hand through his hair as he turned to me. My breasts were still exposed and the straps of my shirt had fallen down my arms. “I want you to play with yourself.” 

“What?” I asked, feeling my heart start to beat faster as he spoke.

“I want you to touch yourself. Take off your clothes and do as I say.” I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak. I took off my shirt, my pants soon following and then my underwear. “Lay on your back.” I did as he said. I felt my skin start to raise as the cool air brushed my naked skin. “Now start to rub small circles on your clit. Go slowly for now and don’t do anything else.” I did as told, letting out a small sigh at the much needed contact. With each touch, a surge of pleasure shot through me. My body wanted me to go faster but I obeyed Peter and kept a slow pace. Just as I thought I would go insane from withholding from my body more pleasure, Peter spoke again. 

“Now, start to add more pressure and more speed.” I did as told, grateful to do so. Soft moans had started to leave my mouth as I continued to touch myself, my hips moving for more contact. I could feel the pleasure starting to build as my heart rate started to increase even more. I turned to Peter to see he was now taking off his pants. I could see his imprint on his boxers and my heart jumped at the sheer size. I was getting wetter by the second.

“Now stop,” he said. 

“But it feels so good,” I moaned. Peter walked over to me, grabbing my hand so that I had no choice but to stop. 

“I said stop, princess. That means you stop.” I let out a whimper but didn’t attempt to touch myself when he released my hand. He gave an approving nod. “Good girl.” He leaned down, kissing me. I kissed back hungrily, my hands pushing his head towards me. Peter pulled away, taking off his boxers. He climbed on top of me, his hands brushing my skin before stopping at my thighs. He pushed my legs apart, paused to line himself with me, and then pushed in. I let out a gasp as I felt him stretch me slightly. He went all the way in, stopping for a moment to let me adjust.

His mouth was next to my ear and I could feel his heavy breaths as they brushed my earlobe. I wrapped my legs around his waist, signaling to him that I was ready to continue. He gave one thrust and I let out a moan. He continued to thrust, slowly building a rhythm. I buried my face into his neck, trying to muffle my moans as he continued. My hands wrapped around his back and I could hear him pant as he continued. His pace was fast and merciless and with each thrust he sent a shock of pleasure that rippled through my entire body.

“Peter,” I gasped. Any fogginess that I might have had from the alcohol was now completely gone as Peter continued to fuck me. All I could focus on was how good it felt as my nails now scratched his back. This elicited moans from him as he continued to thrust into me, the springs in the mattress groaning as he moved. 

“You feel so good, princess,” he praised as he continued. I could feel myself continue to get closer to my finish. All it took was one more thrust and my vision was blinded by a searing whiteness as my back arched in pleasure. My entire body shook as my mind became foggy, all sense but touch seemingly disappearing. 

I slowly started to come down from my high, my breathing going back to normal as Peter pulled out of me, standing on his knees on the bed. “Come here,” he said. I obeyed, crawling towards him. I took him in my mouth, letting him hold my head in place as he thrust into my mouth. I could feel tears start to form in the corner of my eyes as I watched him, his cock brushing the back of my throat. “Fuck (y/n). You’re doing so good.” With one more thrust, his head fell back and I felt his cum spill down my throat. I swallowed the bitter liquid, entranced by Peter’s face which was filled with euphoria as he finished. 

“Good girl,” he said in almost a whisper. I pulled away, his cock falling out my mouth as I sat up to kiss him. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” As if on cue, my exhaustion hit me like a truck. I nodded, crawling underneath the covers with Peter. I passed out almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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can I get a request where it’s a modern AU and Peter is known for having a bad boy reputation in like maybe hs or uni and he ends up falling in love with the reader but then gets framed for cheating on the reader and the reader believes it but then everything works out in the end, and if you can could you maybe add some smutty or fluff parts as well.

thank you for the request and for being so patient!

here's the link to the story: My Roommate's Brother

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My Roommate’s Brother

request: can I get a request where it’s a modern AU and Peter is known for having a bad boy reputation in like maybe hs or uni and he ends up falling in love with the reader but then gets framed for cheating on the reader and the reader believes it but then everything works out in the end, and if you can could you maybe add some smutty or fluff parts as well.

So I started writing this and then realized it's pretty long and would do better as a multi-part series. But instead of posting just one part tonight, I'll do the first two instead. Think if it as a late Christmas gift, or if you don't celebrate Christmas, think of it as a sorry-for-never-having-a-regular-posting-schedule gift.

part 2

“Just put the stuff on the floor for now.” The voice came from the common area. The university called it a living room, but it was one couch and a few square feet short of earning that title. Instead, there was only one small table with two chairs surrounding it and a singular window that was opposite the front door. I opened my door only a crack to hide the fact that my bedroom floor was covered with half-emptied boxes I hadn’t unpacked yet.

“Oh, hello!” the same voice said. It came from a girl who I assumed was to be my roommate. Her hair was pinned back, the chocolate locks gracefully tumbling down her back. I was caught off guard when her ice blue eyes looked into my (e/c) ones. Her stare would have sent a shiver down my spine if I hadn’t been warmed by the smile that tugged at the corners of her rose lips. “I’m Susan, your roommate for the year.”

“Hello,” I said, slipping out of my room and closing the door behind me. I heard a bump come from the front door followed by a soft grunt. I looked towards the sound in concern. “Do you need help moving any of your boxes?”

“Oh, no. I have three siblings for that,” she replied.

“I still don’t see why we couldn’t have borrowed one of those bins on wheels they were offering downstairs,” a boy said as he dropped the box onto the common area floor. He had the same color hair as Susan but warmer, honey-colored eyes. His sleeves were rolled up and his face shone slightly from sweat.

“Because the line for one of those was way too long. We would have been waiting forever for one of them!”

“Yes, because carrying these massive boxes to your room is so much better than waiting in line for a few minutes,” another voice said. I looked to see a blond boy walk in, dropping the box he was carrying on top of the one the brunette had dropped.

“Be careful! There are fragile contents in there!” Susan exclaimed, rushing to the boxes to check the contents that were within.

“You must be Susan’s roommate,” the brunette said. “I’m Edmund, her brother.”

“And I’m Peter, her other brother.”

“Don’t forget about me!” I heard a light, feminine voice exclaim as a girl rushed into the room, dropping a box to the floor. Her hair was pushed back by a headband and her eyes glistened youthfully as she turned to me. “I’m Lucy, Susan’s younger sister.”

“It’s nice to meet you all. I’m (y/n).”

“Seriously, Lu, did you not just hear me tell Peter about the fragile contents,” Susan sighed as she walked to the box Lucy had just dropped, peering inside it.

“How could I when you all left me by the elevators?”

“Maybe if you walked a bit faster you wouldn’t have been left behind.”

“Now Edmund, don’t start with her. Why don’t you apologize to Lucy for leaving her behind.”

“You didn’t wait for her either, Peter!”

“Guys! I’m sure (y/n) is tired from a long day of packing, not to mention I have more boxes waiting for us downstairs. Can we stop the bickering and get the rest?” Peter and Edmund gave each other one last glare before walking out, followed by Lucy. “I’m sorry about them. It’s been a long day and I think we’re all a bit agitated from the trip.”

“It’s okay, I totally get it,” I said. “Are any of them attending university?”

“Just Peter. Edmund and Lucy aren’t old enough yet.”

Susan had lifted one of the boxes, walking towards her bedroom. She motioned with her head for me to follow. I picked up one of her other boxes before following. “Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can carry my boxes.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said as we entered her room. It was the same cinder block cell that I had with the same wooden bed frame and blue mattress and the small desk crammed into the corner. I noted that her window was near her desk instead of by her bed like mine. “What are you studying?’

“English Literature. You?”

“Same here,” I replied, a smile growing on my face. “Here, let me grab the other box.” I walked back into the common area.

“Oh no, don’t be ridiculous. I can get it.”

“Too late,” I replied as I picked up the box.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re making your roommate help,” Edmund said as he walked back in, Peter and Lucy close behind.

“She’s not making me. I just want to.”

“I tried to stop her,” Susan added, grabbing the box from Edmund. We both walked to her room, putting the boxes down together.

“This room is sadder than I remember mine being,” Peter said as he followed, dropping the box he was holding to the floor.

“Remember?” I questioned.

“I go here too. The freshmen dorms must have gone downhill in the last year.”

“Susan! You didn’t tell me your brother goes here!”

“I did say he attends university.”

“But never which one! It must be nice to have someone you know go here. He’s probably told you all the tips and tricks to do well here.”

“If the only thing you care about at college is making out with girls, then yes.”

“Hey! I’ve given you some study tips too.”

“Like what?”

“Don’t study in the last level of the library,” Peter said. “Now, if you want to hook up with someone, then that’s another story.”

“Peter!” Susan exclaimed, her pale cheeks starting to turn a soft pink. “Not in front of my roommate that I just met.”

“Alright, alright.” He put his hands up defensively. “I think Lucy is bringing in the last box anyway.” As if one cue, Lucy walked in, dropping a box that seemed to be as big as her.

“That’s the last of them,” Lucy said, confirming Peter’s statement. “Do you want us to stay and help unpack?”

“No, I think I can do it on my own.”

“I’ll  let you all say your goodbyes,” I said, already making my way towards the common area.

“It was nice meeting you (y/n).” Edmund said, Lucy nodding. Peter and Susan seemed to be in conversation about something. I nodded at Edmund and Lucy before turning to my room. I closed the door behind me only to be faced with the boxes that were waiting to be unpacked. I let out a small groan before making my way to the closest one and starting the gruelling task of giving a place to each object.

An hour or so had passed and my room was starting to feel more like a prison as I worked through my boxes. I was done with all but one as I got up to stretch. I opened my door to let in some air. To my surprise, Peter was just leaving although I had thought Susan’s family had left a while ago.

“Susan needed some help putting up some lights,” Peter said, as if reading my mind, or more likely the confusion on my face as I was always told I was never good at hiding my emotions.

“Ah,” I said, nodding slowly as I looked over at Susan’s door which was shut.

“Are you excited to start the term?” Peter was now leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. I nodded. His blond hair was slightly messy from lifting all the boxes. His eyes were blue like Susan’s but while Susan’s eyes were cold as ice, his were more like the ocean, sparkling and untamed. The kind you could easily drown in.

He was surprisingly well-dressed for a university student, wearing light grey trousers and a white button-up. While his shirt was most likely originally ironed and tucked into his pants, it was now untucked and wrinkled, the top button unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms which were slightly flexed as he crossed his arms. Susan’s family was definitely an attractive bunch.

“What are you studying?”

“Literature.”

“Just like Susan,” he said, smiling. “I guess you’ll be writing papers together.” Susan’s door was now open to reveal Susan standing behind him. Peter had yet to notice her. “Well, I’ll tell you what, if you ever get bored writing your papers you can always call me. I’ll be able to show you some real fun.” His eyes twinkled as he winked at me before starting to pull out his phone. I could feel my cheeks start to burn when Susan spoke.

“Absolutely not Peter.” He jumped slightly at her voice, turning to face her.

“Oh, c’mon Sue. Just think, wouldn't it be amazing if I dated your roommate? It would be like living with the family.”

“Except you don’t date, do you Peter? Or is dating the new word for sleeping around?” Peter rolled his eyes before looking at me with a look as if to say ‘can you believe this woman?’. “I think it’s time for you to go.” Susan had started to shove Peter towards the door that led to the hall. Peter gave me one last glance.

“I’ll see you around?” he asked, maintaining eye contact with me as he got closer to the door.

“We’ll see,” I replied, a slight smile on my face as Susan closed the door on Peter who had a similar smile starting to grow on his face and a raised eyebrow.

“(Y/n), you seem like a really great girl which is why I’m going to say this.” Susan was looking at me with those icy eyes, although there was no more smile to stop the shiver from going down my spine. “Do not date my brother. Every relationship with my brother ends with the girl crying and Peter moving on like nothing happened.”

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good.” The smile returned to her face, warming her entire demeanor. “Now, do you want to see the lights Peter hung up?” I nodded before excitedly following her to her room.

[thepremedthatwrites]

My Own Hands

summary: Peter has been so busy that he hasn’t been able to give much attention to the reader. One night, she decides to take things into her own hands.

School is hard. Work is hard. Life is hard. But writing is fun and so I put some time aside to write this short one-shot. I promise I’m also working on requests, but here’s a little something while I’m working on them! 

warning: smut below the cut

The faint flickering light was contained to the corner of the room far from the bed. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, trying to compensate for the lack of body heat. The producer of said body heat was hunched over his desk. Papers were sprawled across the chenut surface and I could hear the faint scratch of the quill. I had been against Peter bringing a desk into the room because I knew this would happen. He sat himself in front of the desk once we retired for the night and stayed there until the first rays of the sun started to creep above the water. We hadn’t shared a bed for over a week and I was starting to feel it. Every touch no matter how light or how brief sent me into a frenzy. I was desperate to feel him again. I missed the feeling of his rough and calloused hands caressing my body as his lips left marks all over me.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked, propping myself onto my arms.

“I’ll be there soon, darling.”

“That’s what you always say,” I muttered before falling back into the pillows, crossing my arms. The scratching of the quill paused for a moment.

“I promise this time,” Peter said, his voice softer than before. I looked over at him, our eyes meeting. I let out a sigh.

“Okay.” I turned onto my side, watching as Peter turned his focus back to his desk. His face was etched with concentration. His eyebrows were furrowed and he subconsciously started to chew on his bottom lip. I licked my own lips and wished that his were on me. I let out a soft sigh at the thought. I felt myself starting to get excited as I fantasized his lips pressed against my sensitive skin, imagining his head between my thighs and his mouth sucking on my clit as my fingers became entangled with his blond hair. My hands started to wander my body, imagining that instead of my soft and manicured hands it was Peter’s hands that were touching me. I studied Peter as my hands caressed and cupped my body.

His broad shoulders seemed to tense momentarily and I thought of raking my hands down his back. I loved the way I left marks on his back. It was a reminder of how good he fucked me for both him and me. I let my head fall back as my hand traveled lower down my body and towards my most sensitive area. I let out a soft whimper as my finger brushed my clit. My hips bucked upward at the contact. The constant scratching sound that had been going on all night long stopped as I started to draw circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

My free hand cupped one of my breasts as I continued to bring myself closer to my release. I could hear the sound of a chair scraping on the floor. My heart was starting to race and my breathing was more labored. My fingers started to move faster and my eyes squeezed close as I felt myself start to tense. I could hear footsteps starting to approach the bed. I let out a loud moan as my entire body shook. My fingers started to slow as I worked myself down from my high. My eyes slowly opened to see Peter now standing over me. He leaned downwards, his hand holding my face.

“You could have just asked,” he said. His voice was husky as he spoke and he brought his face closer to me. “You didn’t have to put on such a show.” He brought his lips to my neck, pressing them against my skin. The kisses started to move towards my jawline and I let out a soft sigh.

“But you were busy at your desk,” I responded.

“That damn desk,” Peter muttered into my skin. He planted a few kisses along my jawline before kissing me properly on the lips. The kiss sucked all the breath from me and he pulled away too soon. “You were right. I never should have brought it in.” He kissed me again, much harder, as he climbed into bed. His hands that I had longed for were now on my hips in almost a bruising manner. “I’ll have it gone by tomorrow afternoon,” he whispered into my ear before moving his hand from my hips and towards my still sensitive area. I let out a small gasp. “But for now, I believe we have to make up for some lost time.”

[thepremedthatwrites]

Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

ohh this is a good one. I love a fun friends to lovers.

here's the link: Things Have Changed

[thepremedthatwrites]

Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Hi, I read all your stories and I really liked each one of them and I found your writing very good to read, I would like to make a request if you can!

thank you so much!! i would be happy to see your request, it may just take a while for me to write it because i have two pages of requests i have to get through but i promise i will get to it. i can’t wait to see what you request!