Pairings: Peter Pan x reader
Summary: Reader winds up on Neverland and can’t stand Peter but Peter instantly claims her as his and his only.
Warning: POSSESSIVE PAN! DARK! Okay guys…this may be a little bit more dark than people are used to so if you don’t like it then just send me a message but if you don’t mind me posting them but just don’t want to read them then this is your warning to not read on if you do not like possessive Pan!
Warning: As well as being a naughty little shit, Pan is gonna be making very dirty comments so slight smutish if you squint!
You stormed angrily through the thick, entwining forest of Neverland. Your face scrunched up into a twisted angered expression, your arms driving through the wind as you stomped further away.
“And where are you going?’‘Pan chuckled, his broad arm braced against the proud oak tree as he suddenly appeared in front of you. You stopped on your feet, swivelling around and storming off in the opposite direction.
’'It’s not wise to ignore me, Sweetness’'Pan hummed with an amused smirk. His eyes were dark and manic, his smirk was painted manipulative and deceiving. He was a bloody demon.
Pan pushed his long limbs gracefully off the tree and began to walk behind you with his hands shoved deeply into his pockets. His head cocked to the side as his eyes ravelled hungrily over your body.
Slender fingers wrapped around your upper arm and pulled you harshly to face him. You stumbled into his chest, your head smashing into his lean figure as you stumbled back but his fingers kept a hold on your arm.
’'Do not ignore me’'Pan seethed, his teeth clenched as he pushed your back into the tree. You winced in pain, arching your back as you averted your eyes, refusing to look him in the eye which only irritated him further. Pan was used to getting his way with women, he was used to having them swoon and crumble at his very presence but not you, you refused to give in to him and not only did it infuriate him but it drove him insane.
You jumped at the warm hand that carefully wrapped around your throat, his thumb ran down the slope of your neck as he breathed out a hitched breath. His hand turned so the back of his hand smoothed up your neck and caressed your jawline. You tried to arch your head away from him but his fingertips dug into your jaw and pulled your head so you were facing him.
Your eyes glared deeply into the rich soil of neverland as his fingers grasped your cheeks and pushed them together so you were forced to look at him.
’'Look at me, Princess’'He warned, his head dipped as his eyes searched your face. He was constantly calling you with his favourite Pet names but Princess was his main one, he called you ‘his’ Princess, he claimed you as his and the moment any Lost boy looked at you they were dead. Literally.
The minute you were on the Island, Pan had tried to get you, he constantly flirted with you and made dirty comments not to mention constantly needing to touch you and have you close to him. He was insanely insecure and jealous when it came to you as he grew deeper and deeper into a possessive state.
A lost boy had simply looked your way, his eyes lingering a little longer that Pan liked and next thing you were looking at was Pan on top of a bloodied and unconscious boy as he beat the life out of him. It was scary seeing Pan like that, his face burned red, his teeth baring and his fists shaking.
Not only did he believe you were his but now the Lost boys accepted that you were Pan’s and Pan’s only.
You slowly flickered your eyes up to Pan’s knowing it wasn’t best to irritate him, thankfully he was having a celebration tonight which meant he’d be in a good mood and he’d probably leave you be a while.
Pan’s grin widened when you latched your eyes onto his. ’'There, wasn’t so hard now was it, Princess’'He chuckled, his thumb running over your cheekbone. Pan’s face slowly fell serious as his eyes roamed over you and flickered to your lips.
His face was inches from yours as he titled his head to the side. Your breath caught as you squirmed, your fingers latched tightly onto his upper arms into the thick material in his green attire as you tried to move.
’'Pan-please’'You whimpered. Pan hadn’t done anything you didn’t want him too…well…he did a lot you hated but he never forced himself on you or kissed you if you didn’t want it. You were thankful for that but you wouldn’t be surprised if he did.
’'Relax, Cuteness, I’m not gonna hurt you’'He breathed out. His face wasn’t one of concern but he did reassure you. His warm breath fanned over your face as he sighed, his forehead resting against yours. ’'C'mon, (y/n)’'He murmured, you knew he was pleading you to give in and kiss him. You squirmed away and he finally let out a sigh and moved.
’'Get back to camp, we have a party”
And just like that he vanished.
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You tried to sneak your way back to your tent as you heard the loud laughter of Lost boys. They whooped and cheered as they danced around the fire.
Pan was sitting in a chair, a group around him as they laughed at whatever they were talking about. He held a cup in his hand that often over spilled from his hand as he laughed loudly.
“Princess, where are you sneaking off too?’'Pan irked, his brow jerking up as you stopped still. You slowly turned around to face him, the shadows of the fire danced over his face and brightened his dark green orbs as they started at you with an intense gaze.
’'I was going to head back to bed, I’m tired’'You whispered, averting your eyes.
’'Well come sit on my lap then’'Pan purred with a smirk. The Lost boys laughed as they nudged each other.
“C'mon, Sweetness, don’t be afraid’'He chuckled as he let his legs spread out and his body slump lazily in the chair. He was now watching you with amused eyes as if he was daring you.
You sighed before slowly walking over, you stared for a little, awkwardness washing over you. Pan wrapped a long limbed arm over your waist and dragged you down. You yelped as you stumbled and fell straight into his lap.
The boys laughed as Pan chuckled huskily. You shuffled so you were sitting on the top of his left thigh, his thigh poking out from between your legs. His arm kept a hold around your waist as he began to talk to the boys again. You zoned out all of their conversation and didn’t even realise that your fingers had started to draw soft patterns against his tanned arm.
You were staring completely off into the distance, fingertips stroking his arm and running down the slopes of his fingers before trailing back up again.
Pan noticed a while ago, his eyes watched your fingers carefully with a dark burn as he turned back to the boys and continued to talk to them. You finally snapped back into reality as you became too tired to think any more.
Your hand rested against his arm, still and unmoving as you sighed and let your head fall back onto his shoulder. You finally gave in and turned yourself as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and tried to sleep. You didn’t care if you fell asleep on Pan any more you just wanted to go to bed.
Pan eyed you with a smirk but continued to talk to the boys. When they went off so Pan could think alone he just sat the rest of the night and stroked your arm. He had you in his arms he wasn’t going to let go now when you would just finally gave in.
You don’t remember much after that apart from Pan’s lips pressing into your forehead and his lips brushing against your ear.
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