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superteenwolftrash · 6 years

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I don’t wanna be your girl/Peter Pan Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

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Part 2

Anyway listen to this is you want feels while reading! Enjoy! (Wet: Don't wanna be your girl /Eest coast remix/)

"Hey Y/N?" Felix said as I was about to walk into Peter and I's tree house. "Hey Felix." I said with a smile until I heard a noise coming from the tree house. "Felix?" I said confused "There's a new girl, Wendy." Felix said scratching the back of his neck. "New girl?" I said and I heard the sounds again. I grabbed the handle and before Felix could stop me I shoved the door open. I froze my heart literally stopped beating, I couldn't move. I heard faint shouting, it sounded like I was in water. Until I came back to reality. "Y/N it's not what it looks like it really isn't!" Peter said standing in front of me. Wendy I'm assuming was laying in my bed holding a sheet over herself. This was something I never had to worry about before, I was the only lost girl. *Flashback* "Peter stop!" I said laughing as Peter kissed my neck while tickling my sides. "I-I can't breathe!" I say laughing, "I love you." I heard him mumble. I stopped laughing, and I looked down at him. "What did you say?" I asked him. "I love you, Y/N." He said and I couldn't help but smile. "I love you." I said kissing him gently, I felt him smile into the kiss. I rolled us over so I was on top straddling his lap. He sat up and slid his hands down to my ass cupping it roughly. My fingers tangled into his hair tugging gently. He pulled away from the kiss and just looked at me, "What?" I asked him with a laugh "Nothing, you're just the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said before pressing his lips against mine. He flipped us over and he started grinding himself against me, I let out a moan against his lips. "Peter!" I gasped as I felt his boner press against my already wet core. "I want you." He said kissing my neck gently. "You have me." I say looking up at him as he pulls his shirt off revealing his toned body. I couldn't help but stare, "Like what you see?" He says with a cocky smirk. "Nope." I say popping the P. "Mm sure." He says with a chuckle before I pulled my shirt over my head along with my sports bra. His lips immediately attached themselves to my chest. As he did that I managed to get both of our pants down. No the only thing keeping our skin from touching was my panties and his boxers. Peter kissed down to my stomach stoping right above where I needed him, "Peter please." I begged quietly. His fingers hooked in the waist band and pulled them down painfully slow. Once they hit the ground his lips were on my clit, sucking harshly. My fingers retreated to his soft hair, tugging gently. I bucked my hips against his lips, he thrusted two fingers into my pussy. Making me screaming out in pleasure as I already felt the knot in my stomach building up. "F-faster!" I cried and he sped up his fingers along with his tongue. Before I knew it I was coming undone all over his lips. He pulled away and sucked his fingers clean. I sat up and roughly pressed my lips against his, moaning as I taste myself on him. I pushed him on his back and I palmed him through his boxers lightly, "Darling, No games." He says with a throaty groan. "But Peter you love games." I say innocently. He rolled his eyes and I decided to stop playing, I pulled his boxers down and threw them to the floor. His cock sprung up, pre cum already dripping from the tip. I didn't waste any time before bringing my plump lips to the tip, kitten licking. "Oh God." I heard Peter said under his breath. I finally took him all the way into my mouth, what I could take I pumped with my hand. I felt him buck his hips making me gag a little. "Fuck!" He moaned his head falling deeper into the pillows. "S-stop. I wanna be inside you when I cum." He said and I pulled my lips away. He immediately pushed me against the bed, he got between my legs. Pressing a soft kiss against my lips. "You ready?" He asked sweetly and I nodded. He pushed the tip in, trying to tease me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, pushing himself all the way in. "Yes!" I cried out, taking my nails down his muscular back. Peter was already close, so when I moaned his name he came undone. He didn't stop though he kept thrusting until I felt a familiar knot in my stomach building up again. He reached between us rubbing my clit as he thrusted in painfully slow. But him rubbing my clit brought my over the edge. I finished screaming his name, he pulled out and he laid next to me. He pulled the soft blankets over us. "You're my one and only lost girl." He said kissing my shoulder gently. *End of Flashback* "Y/N Y/N?" I heard Peter yell and I finally came back to reality. I stumbled backwards slightly out of the treehouse. I ran down the steps and straight into the woods, I didn't hesitate when I heard Peter calling me. I just kept running, it felt as though I ran so far away. When really all I did was run into the forest. It was easy to get lost if you didn't know your way around, luckily I've been here so long I know the island as well as Peter. I ran deep into the dark green forest, I didn't want to see Peter every again. I knew the inevitable since he owns the island and I couldn't leave. I don't know if I really would wanna leave, any family I had would have died long ago. I didn't have anyone that I could start over with. "Y/N." I heard followed by a puff of breath. I turned around to face him, I couldn't hide forever. I hadn't realized the tears falling from my eyes until he wiped one away. "Y/N please listen." He said softly. I stood there frozen, Peter was my first love. He knows me better than anyone, "Why would you want to hurt me?" I asked quietly. "I never wanted to hurt you." He said his face softening. "You said I was the one and only lost girl." I said my voice breaking. "Y/N I-" he started again "I don't wanna be your lost girl anymore." I stated. The words that came out of my mouth felt like a slap to Peters face. "What?" He said in disbelief "I do love you." He said taking my hand. "You don't." I said and a tear fell from his face. "Do you not love me anymore?" He asked. "Of course I do, Peter." I said looking at the ground. "You and I have been together for so long, I didn't think you would do something like this." I said. "Y/N I'm sorry. It didn't mean anything to me, Wendy she's- she's a pawn." He said. "Am I not enough? Is it not enough to have a long happy life with me?" I asked more tears falling from my eyes. "That's all I ever wanted." He said quietly. "Y/N I promise you'll never have to see Wendy ever again, she'll stay in the cages." He went on. "Why? You made the mistake why should she have to pay the price?" I asked. "You want to leave?" He asked. "I don't." I said and he looked up at me. "I don't have anyone anymore. They're all dead. I had you, that was enough for me." I said with a sigh. "Tell me please, what could I do?" He pleaded. "What's done is done. There's no fixing it Peter." I said wiping my tears away and walking further into the forest.

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travltime-blog · 7 years

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day 27

Tonight, I was hit with reality in the form of a 5’6 caucasian man. It was brief, intense, and fresh as ever. I don’t remember thinking about breathing or which foot goes first. I don’t remember pushing the gate to the metro to save myself. It just happened. Not very graciously, might I add. My ears heard fuzz, as though the air was made of cotton balls and I was electricity; livid. I was thankful that my body was safe, and I still am. I was mostly worried about being stabbed, or gutted, as the kids say. There was no grabbing or straggling for life. It was quick and mysterious. It reminds me of Pinocchio, when the boy who thinks he’s invincible gets kidnapped by some people who just use him because he has some kind of magic. See, he was so sure of himself and so confident in other people, because that’s all he knew. He was warned about these thieves, and thought he understood. I think most people start off like Pinocchio. I didn’t think I did, but now that I’m here, in the police lobby, blinking through my half-hearted tears, I definitely was a Pinocchio. I’m not angry at the guy who took my phone. I hope he got what he wanted. I, on the other hand, learned a lesson that I’ll never forget. DON’T PUT YOUR DANG PHONE IN YOUR (OPEN(!!!!!!)) POCKET WITH YOUR HEADPHONES HANGING OUT OF THE POCKET, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU’RE NOT EVEN LISTENING TO ANYTHING!!!!!! Now that that’s out of the way, I want to describe the waves of emotions I felt on the four stops to the police station, on the same metro that I would have gone to my hostel on. First, I was sad. I was just so sad. There were five other people on the train. The first man I saw was at the very end, next to the door that leads to the other train. He had a suit on and a briefcase. He was probably working at a small-time insurance company or something. Never mind, it probably wasn’t insurance because the French government provides healthcare. The next man (yes, the demographic for trains at 9pm happen to be mostly men! Surprise!) was probably in his mid-20s, and thought he was the coolest. Skinny jeans, a leather jacket, and a snazzy hair-do. I think he tried to ask me why I was crying into my backpack, but at this point, I didn’t ever want to see another man again. I gave him a faint smile anyways, insuring him that my childlike view of people wasn’t falling apart (it was). I didn’t see the other three people behind me, but I’m sure they were lovely. Those three stops between my final destination couldn’t go any faster. Within that time, I felt another range of emotions: ASSBOMB. Anger, Sadness, Stupidity, Breathe(don’t forget to breathe), Oh-my-gosh-that-just-happened, Madison — you’re such an idiot!!!, and breathe (seriously, don’t forget to breathe). Not necessarily in that order, I just thought the acronym was kind of fun. I sprinted off the metro, Nikes on and all. Luckily I was wearing my loose sweatpants and sports bra, so I was pretty much born for what followed: I ran up three flights of stairs, and let me tell ya, Paris stairs are no joke. I made sure to stay at least 10 feet away from everyone; men and women alike. I went left. I ran down that road faster than I had ever gone before. I was Lightning McQueen…Until I realized that I had gone in the complete opposite direction of where I needed to go. Listen, the Paris road system isn’t exactly all square and straight like I’m used to in America. Anyway, I buckled my chest strap on my backpack for extra security, and ran back the other way. I took in my surroundings and made the right turn (it was actually a left turn; stay with me). All the running and adrenaline made me want to punch something. So I punched the air. I was Rocky and I would find this son of a gun, darnit! I went right into a bar that I knew had wi-fi for free. I asked the security guard for the police station. He promptly replied with “uhh, ask zee reception-eest.” C’mon man, you’re a security guard. There was a long line for the receptionist who supposedly knew more about security than the security guard, so I took a seat and whipped out my laptop. At this point, I was just embarrassed. It's so embarrassing telling people you were pick-pocketed. Up to that moment, I had been using a jacket with zippers to put my phone in. Tonight, I thought I’d wear my other jacket without zippers because it was a bit warmer, and it matched my sweatpants. UGH. Yikes. See what I mean? Embarrassing. Anyways, I went on icloud.com to see if I could track my phone. I reloaded that page so many times, I could almost feel Steve Jobs sulking with me. Nothing. Not even a past location of the phone. I tapped aggressively on the table with my fingers. This was all I could manage because there was an innocent man sitting at the end of the table, and I really didn't want him to feel my fury. The manager of the bar came up to me and told me where the police station was. He even went through the trouble of printing out a map from the bar to the station. It was a ten minute walk, I made it five, running like heck. Now here I am, writing this in the lobby of the police station. The police didn’t seem to be as worked up as I was, so I suppose I’m adjusting to being calm and collected about this whole ordeal. I mean, in the end it’s just a phone. I still have all my limbs and my brain in tact. I’m not sure what I’m going to do next, but I’m positive I can take the next step in this journey with a more honest approach to the world. Like stress-eating cheese. That seems pretty nice and reasonable considering the circumstances. But really, I’ll probably end up getting a little flip phone for emergency calls. Bringing back the 90’s! Aw yeah.

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