Peter Pan/Robbie Kay

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[anything-imagines]

I Don't Cuddle

Characters: Thomas (The Maze Runner), (Y/N) 

Warnings: None, maybe extreme fluff

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You could say you were having a bad day, to say the least. Today, it seemed as though a storm cloud had opened up directly on your head. Nothing was going your way. 

And what had made your day so bad?

 Well, only yesterday, you had been thrown into a place they called ‘The Glade.’ (Yeah, it’s just as fun as it sounds.)  A place that there was no known escape from. And this place was no five star hotel, for sure. It should really be called ‘The Prison.’ 

And to put it bluntly, it was a prison.

 But, it could’ve just been a normal day for you. Maybe your life was this bad before you got here. But, it didn’t matter anyway. You couldn’t remember anything.

Yeah, you read right, nothing. Can’t remember anything. Wanna know what your mother and father’s names were? Nope, no can do, you can’t remember that. You can’t even remember if you HAD a both a mother and father. Oh! What’s your first pet’s name? Ha! Yeah right! No way you’d remember that one! This whole memory loss thing annoyed you. You wanted to go home, wherever that was. 

There was more to make you upset, though. Some things even worst than you could’ve ever imagined.

First things first, you were the only girl. 

Yep, the one and only. No other girls or women here! Zero, zip, zilch. You were completely alone. Surrounded by boys.

 What could be worse than that?! Well, lot’s of stuff, including getting a job here. 

So, it being your first full day here, it was time for you to try out jobs, which there were quite a few of. There were slicers, runners, cooks, sloppers, and a few others.

But, what did you decide to try out first? The builders. The WORST decision you could have made here.

Yea, didn’t go as well as you had planned it, as you can tell.

It was hot. One thing you couldn’t stand. It made you irritable and uncomfortable. All you wanted to do was run into the shade, but no. This was Gally we were talking about. And he didn’t give breaks to people. The heat made you like a ticking timetime bomb, just waiting to be put off and blow up.

But, sadly, it was Gally who would ignite this little 'explosion.’

“Hey! You better get workin’ harder! I’m starting to think the creators put a girl up here for other reasons, if you know what I mean!” Gally, the head of the builders hollered, sending the other builders into a frenzy of laughter.

They had been doing this all day. Making snide remarks and rude comments ranging from 'Girls are good for nothing but painting there nails and cooking!’ to 'Why don’t you just go wait for me in my hammock, babe!' 

You decided to just ignore Gally’s inappropriate comment, seeing as the only thing a sassy reply would bring you was a fight, and that’s not what you wanted. Especially with him.

With a roll of your eyes and a mutter of, “Good for nothing pigs,” under your breath, you bent down to pick up a few stray logs to put in the wood pile.

Just as you were about to stand up straight, you felt a sharp sting on your hind end, followed by a sharp, “THWACK!”

Your face turned a bright shade of red as you quickly snapped around, bringing you hands around to cover your, probably bruised, bum, gathering up your best death glare. 

You spun around, only to see Gally himself. He was standing there with his arms crossed, putting most of his weight on one leg. He was giving you his signature smirk.

'Oh, I’ll wipe that smug little grin right off his face…’ you thought.

Before you could even think what you were doing, you had brought up a flat palm from where it was resting on you back side. With a quick swing of your arm, you planted a hard “SMACK!” right on his cheek, leaving a distinct hand shaped red mark.

If looks could kill, you’d have been brutally murdered and dragged into a deep pit full of grievers. 

He quickly recovered from the little show and was right in your face in a matter of seconds, glaring down at you with his evil eyes. You didn’t back down, though. You stared right back up at him, standing your ground and showing you were not going to cower after him. If you had to live with him until the runners found a way out of here, so be it; but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of thinking he scares you.

“Satan give you those eyebrows himself?” You taunted, still keeping your composure. Everyone gasped, surprised by your outburst.

After your comment, he decided he had had enough. He brought up his fists, straightening his back to make himself all the more taller than you (if you hadn’t figured it out yet, you were the shortest and skinniest in the glade.) 

He brought his fist back, and with a ton of force, swung it into your face, hitting you square on the jaw, busting it open and leaving a nasty red mark that would probably make a HUGE bruise.

You grabbed your jaw, stumbling back as you felt blood trickle down to you neck. 'Wow! Classy way to treat a lady!’ You thought. You plopped onto your knees, looking at the ground.

You sat there for a few moments, stunned by Gally’s harsh punch. 

'Did he REALLY just punch you? Impossible!’

Finally, you looked up to him, staring him down with sad, disappointed eyes. You jutted out your bottom lip, just enough that it didn’t look weird. Then, you shot him your big (Y/E/C) eyes, a slight frown forming on your pouted lips. You made tears form at your eyes too, just to add to the effect. You wanted him to feel like he had just punched a kitten, which he kinda, in a weird metaphorical way, did.

He looked down at you with confused eyes, glancing at his fist and then back to you. He let out a huff, looking at you again with quizzical eyes, before turning his back to you. He stomped away as everyone just watched with open mouths.

"I think she actually made him feel shuckin’ bad…”

"She made ME feel bad and I wasn’t even the shank who punched 'er…”

'Did I really make him feel bad? Gally? Feel bad? I must be really good at puppy dog eyes…’

"Hey! What’s goin’ on over here?”  you heard someone yell. You heard footsteps make there way over to where you were kneeling.

"Hey…are you okay?” The person asked, squatting down to look at you.

You kept your focus down, nodding your head slightly as tears started to fall. You were quick to wipe them away, knowing you couldn’t cry in front of the gawking teenage boys. That punch hurt like a bitch…

"No you’re not…” the person replied, confusion lacing in their tone.

Just after they said that, they grabbed the hand holding your jaw. You glanced up at the boy, seeing Thomas, a runner probably just getting back from a long day in the maze. You didn’t want to disrupt him from getting some sleep, he was probably tired.

Before he could pull your hand away from your throbbing jaw, you coaked out a hoarse, “No!” 

You cleared your throat before speaking again.

"No, I’m fine.”

You started to get up and onto your feet, when your head began to whirl, forcing you back down to your butt. Darn you hated gravity…

“Yeah, right…” The person trailed off sarcastically.

Then, you felt a pair of hands lifting you up. One was behind your knees and the other supporting your back. You gasped, obviously not the type to be picked up and hugged against someones chest. Especially a sweaty boy’s chest.

Then you began struggling; well, as best as you could with a hand over your jaw to keep it hidden.

You swatted your arms onto his face, kicking your tiny legs and squirming your petite body.

"No! Put. Me. Down.” you said, struggling against his hold.

He only chuckled, uneffected by your fighting. He pretended to drop you, successfully making you put your arms around his neck.

You groaned as you realized what he had done, finally giving in and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “I hate you…” you mumbled into his neck.

He only laughed, squeezing you tighter to his chest.

"Where are we going?”

"Shower house.” 

Your cheeks flushed. Had you heard him right? 

“Why are we going ther-” you were cut off.

“If we take you to the medjacks, they’ll tell Newt or Alby, then you two will get trouble, and so on. You should be glad I found you and not them.”

"Oh.” you replied simply, beginning to drift off. Being carried by someone really makes you tired. Not to mention it had gotten quite cold due to the sun going down; this place was like the desert today, too hot during the day and too cold at night, so being hugged into someone’s warm chest wasn’t all that bad…

"Alright, just sit here…” he said, sitting your slumping form onto the counter, reaching for a few paper towels.

He turned back to you and gave you the 'are you kidding me?’ look, “You know, you’re gonna need to take your hand off of that jaw of yours…”

You shook your head, giving him a sleepy glare. You were acting like a four year old, and you both knew it.

He sighed, “Am I going to have to move it for you?”

You only continued to pout.

He reached over, gently pulling your hand from your face, frowning when he saw how bad it was.

"Jeez!” He flinched,” What did you do to make him this angry…?”

You shrugged, looking down. “It was his fault…”

“What do you mean?”

"He…assaulted me.” You hesitated, glancing up to see his angry face,”I was bending down to pick up some logs and he came up and slapped my–well, you know…”

“Oh my Go-”

"Don’t worry, I got him back…I might have slapped him…”

"That’s why he puched you?!” he exlaimed, throwing his hands onto your shoulder and looking at you with wide, angry eyes.

"Well…I, erm…might have-um-said….something?” you coughed.

"Well, what did you say?”

"Erm-I said 'Satan give you those eybrows himself’…”

He looked at you for a few moments. Just staring at you. Not saying anything.

You looked down, swinging your legs to lessen the awkward silence. He was going to yell at you, you knew this for sure.

But, to your surprise…he laughed.

You looked up at him surprised, raising your eyebrows. You’d thought he would yell at you.

"Y–oh God–you-Ahahaha!”

After awhile, you started laughing with him. It was a pretty funny situation, after you think of what you had said. Both of you laughed histatarically, probably sounding crazy for laughing in the shower houses at night. 

Then, your laughing haulted, but his didn’t. He must not have heard the awful sound that you did, but you decided to just ignore it, thinking you were just hearing things because you were tired.

His laughter slowed down after a while, and he got himself all calmed down.

"Welp, let’s get your face all cleaned up, then.” he said, situating himself between my legs so that he could reach my jaw.

He reached over you to get some paper towels, giving you a cheeky smile when you blushed at the closeness between your faces, making you blush even more.

He smiled at you before putting on a concentrated face, lifting up your chin to see the damage. He then brought up a paper towel, turning on the faucet to get it wet, bring it up to your face.

"Eh, sorry…”

“Wait! Why are you apol-OW!” 

He started to gently rub the paper towel over the cut, getting rid of all the dried up blood, with a few loud complaints from you, before going down to wipe the stuff that dripped onto your neck. You giggled lighly as he ran the towel over your ticklish spot by accident. He chuckled lightly before continuing to clean the blood off.

"You’re ticklish, I’ll have to remember that…” he told you, making you give him a playful glare.

He reached down to his left, picking up a first aid kit. Probably put there for when someone didn’t need to go to medjacks, but need a band aid or some disinfectant.

Then, he picked up a little bottle that resembled spray paint, pointing it towards your face.

“Sorry, again…” he apologized as he sprayed the painful mixture onto your cut. It burned like fire.

"Ow, ow, ow!” You screeched, grasping onto his hand.

After the throbbing in your jaw had calmed down, you blushed; realising you had been holding his hand, you let it go quickley, looking down at your swinging feet for probably the hundredth time today.

He quickly reached into the box again, this time pulling out a small bandaid, putting the sticky bandage on the open cut. He then reached up and patted your head, making you feel like a small child.

"Alright,” he clapped his hands, “all done!”

"Thanks…” you said awkwardly.

"Alright, I’m gonna go take a shower, you can go sit out there if you want.” He said, patting your head again and gesturing towards the door.

"M'kay” you mumbled, feeling more tired by the second. You jumped off the counter, dragging your feet to walk outside, sitting down next to the door and waiting.

****   ****

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before Thomas was out of the shower, ready to go to the camp where the hammocks were.

“Alright! I’m out of the shower, let’s g-oh!” he started loudly, quieting down once he saw you asleep next to the door. 

You unconsciously started twitching your nose in your sleep, reminding Thomas of a small bunny. He smiled and chuckled, whispering a quiet, “Aww!” before lifting you up.

****  ****

For the second time today, you felt yourself lifted into someone’s arms and against their warm chest. You squirmed again, still not used to the feeling of being carried. 

"What are you doing? I can walk, the damage was on my face!”

"Shhhhhh!” he shushed you, laughing,”I’m playing doctor! You’re prescription is that you’re not allowed to walk until tomorrow!” 

You rolled your eyes. This was absolutely absurd. 

After walking for a few minutes, he finally reached the hammocks. Most of the boys were asleep, but some were chatting quietly. 

“Hey, my hammock’s over there.” You stated, pointing towards the other directions.

He ignored you, continuing to walk towards, what you’re assuming was, his hammock. You shot him a confused look. 

'What is he doing?’

He plopped you down onto a random hammock, climbing in after you.

"What are you doing?”

He didn’t reply, instead starting to wrap his arms around you, before you pushed them off, starting to get out of the hammock.

"I don’t cuddle…” you trailed off. You weren’t going to be taken as a softie here, not yet.

"Aww! C'mon, everyone cuddles!”

He pulled you back into his hammock, this time wrapping his arms securely around you, just under your armpit. He put his head on your shoulder and wrapped his legs around yours, leaving you with no chance of escape.

Just before you drifted off, though, you heard a quiet voice whisper,

”Goodnight, (Y/N).”

"Night, Thomas.”

((Ugh! I need some Thomas cuddles!!))

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[anything-imagines]

OUAT Imagine: Dark and Stormy Night

anything-imagines

((Hi guys! Okay, so this is based off of a tiny imagine I made, the “Imagine cuddling with Pan when he finds out your scared of Neverland’s storms" one. I decided I really liked it so now you guys get a long imagine of it! I also added in a character! *smirks evily* FEELS!! Woohoo!))

Catagory: Peter Pan/reader and Felix/reader

“Alright, off to bed with you all, we have work to do tomorrow!” Pan hollered, sending everyone into a frenzy of “yays" and “finallys.”

You gave a sigh of relief, rolling the heavy axe from your shoulders and onto the ground. You had had a long day of cutting and chopping up wood for the campfire, and, boy, were you ready for bed.

You leaned backwards, hands on your waist, hoping to pop your back or possibly make it hurt less. 

“Ugggggghhhhh!” you groaned loudly as your back popped in several places, earning a few chuckles from the boys that were closest to you. A couple of them patted your back on their way to their tree houses, not really helping your problem.

They all knew that Pan had put you up to one of the hardest jobs on the island, and they all knew why. 

Pan didn’t like girls on his island; not since Wendy Darling. 

Apparently, from the stories the Lost Boys told you, she was very needy, and couldn’t defend herself worth crap. She would whine all the time, and always ask favors of the boys. This made Pan weary of girls and women. He thought that ALL of them were like that. 

So, when you appeared on the island, Pan decided he was not going to go through the trouble again, he’d rather have you dead. 

This whole island was new to you, it wasn’t like the fairytale in the slightest definition, so when this so called “Peter Pan” wanted to kill you for being a girl, you were outraged. You remembered screaming at him, things like, 

“I am a girl, I should be treated with respect and dignity! Not like some ugly troll that you think should be killed the second someone disapproves of it!”

and

“You are no man to kill a person just because you think they’ll ruin your fun!”

Anyway, back to the story. You didn’t want to be killed, of course, so you made a bet with him, a deal, that if you could prove yourself, you could stay, and live. Whether you could or couldn’t would decide your fate.

Therefore, to test your will to stay alive and on the island, Pan put you up to the hardest tasks he could find; chopping wood, cooking the meals, hunting the food, etc.

Let’s just say, you and Pan? Not on the best terms at the moment…

You were shaken out of your thoughts by a low growl from above. Something that was no growl of an animal or human, no. No, this was something much, much worse. Something you had been scared of since you were just a small child.

Your eyes widened as you jumped about ten feet in the air, your body turning itself on to extreme terror mode. A couple of the boys laughed again, thinking you had just been startled by the loud noise that shook the place.

Little did they know that it was more than that. This was actual fear you were feeling. The feeling of having absolutely no control, what so ever, of something that could hurt you.

You nervously chuckled along with them, fast walking towards your tent, trying not to make your fearful face obvious.

You couldn’t let them see you with your guard down. No, that was a dangerous game to play. No matter how much you wanted to be hugged and cuddled, to have sweet nothings whispered comfortingly in your ear, that would never happened. You wouldn’t LET it ever happen. 

Why? Because you could actually be killed for it. No, you WOULD actually be killed for it.

You scurried along towards the tent Pan had so kindly offered for you to stay in while they finished building your own tree house.

By the time you were about to reach your tent, tears about to fall as they flooded the bottom of your eyes, a body fit itself between you and the door.

“Hi, (Y/N)…” Pan’s voice taunted, you wanting nothing more than to go inside your temporary home.

You ducked your head, trying to move around him. But, him being the annoying git he is, he just stepped the same direction, situating himself back in front of you.

Your blood boiled with anger and rage, but your heart bubbled with fear of the storm that was slowly making it’s way towards you.

You didn’t dare look up, scared that, if you did, he would see the pathetic tears forming in your eyes and your red face.

"How you feelin’ today? Are you, perhaps, feeling,” he paused to put his hands  on your aching shoulders, smirking, before pushing down just enough so that you could feel little prickles of harsh pain form at his fingers, “soar?”

A tiny noise escaped your tightly closed throat, the same time another growl came from the sky.

You were sure that he felt you jump.

You still didn’t look up, shoving him out of the way the hardest you could with your small arms that were tired from the hard work he had you doing.

It barely affected him, but he did stumble a bit, giving you a chance to run into your tent.

As soon as your foot hit the leafy floor of your tent, the tears fell from you eyes.

You pulled the animal fur blanket off of your bed, completely ignoring the small matress and walking over to the corner. You pulled your blanket around you, trembling furiously, and curled up into a tiny ball.

Of course, you had a valid reason to be this terrified of storms. 

After all, your own mother and father had been killed in one, taken hostage by the loud noises and strong wind.

 You could remember it like a vivid dream, or a wild hallucination.

One minute they were alive and thriving, taking on the world with strict confidence in what the future held for them. Young and crazy, they were happy and living life in the fast lane, having fun and adventuring the world; That’s what they did, they traveled as work.

They had their own successful magazine and travel blog. They traveled, and that’s how the fateful day happened. 

You see, they were on their way to some exotic island, the lucky couple,  heaving a strong hope of getting a good story for their blog with them. 

Before they left, they did, however, bid you a loving goodbye… that was, before abandoning you with your teenage babysitter, or as you called her, your nanny.

 Yeah, you might not have been their top priority, but they loved you, and you loved them. That was all that mattered at that age, so long as you were happy.

The moment you remember most clearly, though, was when they disappeared.

*Flashback*

You were sitting at your kitchen table, playing a fun little board game with Annie, your nanny, when your heard the phone ring throughout the house.

"Oh, stay here, (Y/N), I’ll go get that real quick,” she told you, giving you a big smile,” Shame on them for interrupting our game, huh?”

You giggled and nodded you head, scooping the dice into your chubby hands, shaking it around, filling your plump cheeks up with air and blowing on it for luck. You released the cube, sending it flying towards the game board. 

You remember the number that you had rolled at the time, the number of dots on the cheap cube’s side. The number written out in dots was the number five.

"Woohoo!,” you whooped, counting off the spaces you moved, “One, two, free-”

“Oh my God,” you heard Annie gasp. You turned to face her just in time to see her hand fly to her gaping mouth. You just assumed she was just gossiping with a friend.

You didn’t think much of it, you were only seven then, and continued on with your game. 

What confused you a bit was that she kept whispering things like,

"No, no this can’t be true,”

"Please tell me this is a sick joke?”

"How do I tell her, she’ll be heart broken…”

You hopped from your seat, going to see who she was talking to.

‘She wouldn’t say those kinda things to her friends…’ you thought, wondering who she could be possibly talking to.

"Annie? Who are you talking to?” You whispered innocently, your round, doe eyes moving up to see tears falling off of your friend’s cheeks,” what’s da matter?”

She hung up the phone and it was silent. What could have happened that was so bad it made her cry? Was her friend mean to her? Did something happen to one of her friends?

She knelt down to look into your eyes as you stared back.

You were frightened. You didn’t know what was going on, but you weren’t a stupid girl, you knew SOMETHING was wrong. 

What you didn’t know was that it would change your life drastically.

"Sweety, I- your parents they-they’re-” she paused, chocking on her tears,

”…dead…”

*End of flashback*

That was ten years ago, meaning you were seventeen when you came to Neverland, but you still hated the fact that you never even got to say goodbye, that you didn’t even know where they were when they went down, when they were plunged to the bottom of the sea, trapped in the relentless rain and wind, under the unforgiving puddle of blue.

“BA-BOOM, BOOM *crack*!!”

You jumped and let out a loud scream as thunder roared above you, covering Neverland in lightning strikes and wind, knocking the depressing thought out of your head in an instant.

You ducked you head, throwing your arms over it.

The wind made eerie noises through the trees, only making the whole thing more traumatizing; not to mention more loud.

You sobbed loudly, tears falling heavily down your face making everything blurred and watery. This was BY FAR the worst storm you had ever been in; your first storm in Neverland.

You got up to your hands and knees as more thunder rolled over the island, crawling your way towards the bed. 

You crawled under it, once again curling up on your side and shaking. You looked like a scared baby deer that had just been caught and thrown into the back of a small truck.

You wrapped your arms around your legs as the tent started to sway and rock back and forth, tightly pressing them to your chest and sobbing into your knees.

More thunder and wind came, and you were on the verge of a panic attack. Last time you were in a storm, it only lasted about five minutes. 

This one seemed to last hours.

Your breaths became short and desperate, seeming to pull at your lungs for air like a begger on the streets for money. You could hear your heartbeat almost as loud as the thunder outside your thin-walled tent.

You screamed again, this time much quieter due to lack of breath, as thunder sounded again. 

Just as the wind started to pick up again, you heard foot steps coming towards your bed. 

”(Y/N)!” The voice yelled over the storm,” Where are you!?”

You screamed again, knowing that if he found you he would surely kill you for all the trouble you had caused and the neediness you had presented.

“(Y/N), come out!” you heard another voice holler.

Your breathing had almost become unbearable, and you were on the verge of passing out as you saw a head peek under the bed.

You screamed, scrambling to the other side of the floor under the bed. No way were you going out there with those two.

"I found ‘er, Pan!” Felix yelled. “Help me get her!”

You sobbed louder as he said this: You were a goner. 

"Come here, (Y/N)!”

Suddenly you felt two hands grab you from your middle, dragging you out from your hiding place.

It was Pan.

"No!” you panted, fighting and squirming around in his arms desperately, “Please, no!”

He looked at down at you cautiously, flipping you around so that he was holding you like a baby in his arms and swaying a bit. 

"Please! Let me go! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be tougher!” you slung your arms randomly, “I won’t bother you again! I’m not like her! Not like Wendy!”

"Hey, shh, it’s alright, your fine!” Pan cooed to you, trying to catch your arms in his big hands.

The thunder decided to join in the cooing, only making it worse, “BA-BOOM!!”

You screamed and your body jumped, terribly sad cries falling from your mouth as you wriggled around like a fish on land, trying to get away from your captor. After he finally decided that he’d had enough of your struggles, and threw you onto the bed. This freaked you out more than anything.

“Ahh! No!” You screamed, trying to roll away from him.

He sat on you, straddling your waist and grabbing your arms, pinning them above your head with one hand. His fingers dug into your wrists, sure to leave a red mark, as the other hand was struggling to stop your legs behind him from kicking.

"Felix! Help!” He yelled as you started to free yourself from his grasp by twisting your wrists.

‘Must. Get. Free!’ your mind cried.

Your breathing was as fast as a dog panting on a summer day, and your wails were loud and desperate, “Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!”

Felix came up from behind Pan, grabbing you by the ankles and holding down your legs so he could sit on them, pinning those down too.

”(Y/N), if you don’t stop screaming I’m going to lock you in the cage!” Pan yelled over your screams and the thunder outside.

Your screams ceased almost immediately, but your breathing and struggling didn’t. You had become weak and tired, but you hadn’t completely given up. You knew you weren’t going to win; you were against two boys who were significantly stronger than you. But, you didn’t give up. This was a life or death situation for you, and you wanted to live.

“Please! Don’t hurt me, or kill me! I promise, I’ll never disrupt you again! I’m not a burden! Please!”

You kicked you legs and wriggled your arms one last time, but it didn’t even affect them. 

'This is no use,” you thought, “ Maybe I should just give up…”

There was no hope left in you, and you were worn out, still breathing heavily due to your panic attack, which was, mind you, still going on.

"Please…” you begged, looking into Pan’s eyes with sadness and fear.

He looked back at you with a stern look on his face, but in his eyes you saw worry.

“(Y/N)…what happened…?” Felix asked.

Thunder groaned and wind blew again, making you let out an unintentional scream from the back of your aching throat.

"N-NO! P-P-Pan! I d-didn’t m-m-mean it!” your voice wavered, “P-Please don’t p-put me in t-t-the cage- I-”

You were in trouble now. You did exactly what he told you NOT to do…

Pan stood up from your waist, knowing you were too exhausted to continue swatting at him, and walked to where you layed, your legs pinned by FeIix, with your wide and scared eyes.

You flinched as he brought a hand down to you cheek, gently stroking it with his finger. This brought your breathing down a bit, but it only went back to panting again when more thunder roared.

You whimpered a bit, trying your best not to scream and get yourself in trouble.

“Felix…you can get up…I can assure you she’s much to tired to do anything now…” he said gently, trying not to startle you any more.

He slowly got up, looking at you with concern.

He stood at the other side of the bed, opposite from Pan, and looked down at your tiny, cowering, figure on the bed.

"Poor darling, panic attacks just take all the steam out of you, don’t they?” he continued, a look of pity filling his eyes.

Why was he being so sweet all of the sudden?

After a minute or so of them staring, and Pan petting your cheek, you started to get uncomfortable.

You looked Pan in the eyes,” Please d-d-don’t kill m-me, I-I-”

“Shh, it’s alright, calm down, you’re not in trouble-”

He was interrupted by a loud bang cutting through the sky; more thunder.

He and Felix both looked at each other as you jumped five feet out of your skin, beginning to silently cry again. You whimpered and sniffed lightly.

“Shhh, it’s alright, little dove…” Felix comforted, sitting down on the bed next to you. Pan followed his lead.

You were shaking like a leaf, still slightly panting. They both seemed to notice, but they didn’t say anything.

“Scared of storms, ay?” Pan asked.

You jumped again and cried out due to the thunder and lightning that decided to strike at just the right moment.

"I’m gonna take that as a yes…”

The two of them just blinked at each other, not really knowing how to comfort you; they had never dealt with anything like this.

“Alright, come here.” Felix sighed, grabbing you up by the hips and pulling you into a big bear hug. His hair tickled your ear as one arm wrapped around your neck, one behind your slumped shoulders. You gasped as he did this, surprised by the gesture. Though, it did make you feel a bit less scared-No. Not happening.

You growled, pushing him back with the energy you had left in you, then kicked him lightly with your bare foot. He only brought you back to his chest, earning a disapproving huff from you. He chuckled at your response, bringing a hand up to the back of your head and lightly petting your messy hair.

You smiled a bit more as Pan joined in, wrapping his long arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath tickling your collarbone. He gave you a little kiss on the shoulder, rubbing your arms with his hands.

That was very attract-NO!

'Where did this come from?!’ You though, a little freaked out about how drastically they had changed their attitude towards you. You couldn’t say you were upset, though. I mean, two handsome guys cuddling you? What more could you have asked-NOOO! How could you even think that?!

You blushed bright red, burying your face into Felix’s shoulder as they both laughed; they found it funny that they could make you blush, and a little cute.

"You feelin’ better?” Pan asked.

You nodded, mumbling a tired sounding,”Mmhhff…”

Pan looked towards Felix,”I guess we’re not as bad as we thought we were. It worked.”

“I think you just might be a little tired…” Felix concluded, unwrapping his arms from around you and standing up.

You wimpered, no longer as cozy, or warm, as you were when he was hugging you.

"No…” You groaned, lazily reaching out to grab him back to you, but you missed, only reaching at air.

Soon after, Pan let go and stood up too, leaving you without any warmth from either if them.

“NO!” You cried, reaching out again, “Come back!”

“Calm down, baby girl, just getting the blanket you left in the corner over here,” he reassured, gesturing towards the corner where he was picking up the blanket. You couldn’t help but notice the flirty nickname he gave you.

"I’m getting the pillows you knocked off the bed.” Felix piped in.

As soon as they had picked up the pillows and blanket, they returned to the bed. Felix threw on the pillows and hopped in, pushing you back so that you were laying down. He then wrapped his arms around you, his hands lazily playing with the tips of your hair, twirling and twisting it.

You closed your eyes peacefully as Pan sat down on the other side of you, laying the blanket over the three of you before laying down. He also wrapped his arms around you.

They both tangled their legs around and between yours, trapping you in an extreme three-person cuddle. Honestly, it was the most comfortable position ever. It made you feel like you were safe, protected from the storm.

You blushed a deep red as a small, nervous noise made it’s way out of your throat. 

They both smirked, finding it adorable and funny.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).” Pan muttered, laughing a little at how nervous and awkward you looked, then kissed your collar bone.

“Night…” Felix mumbled, giving you a tiny peck just below your jawline, as they both nuzzled their faces into either side of your neck.

To say your face was red was a HUGE understatement. You were as red as fire, and you could feel your face getting hotter by the second.

"Night, guys,” you replied, nuzzling yourself deeper into their warm arms, ”Thank you…”

[radioactivespiderdork-deactivat]

Mike Wheeler taking El in BEFORE he knew about her superpowers or that she knew about Will

Mike Wheeler letting her STAY even though he knew it meant he could be killed for just even being associated with her (not to mention skipping school to stay with her even AFTER he told her she was a dangerous person to be around)

Mike Wheeler getting on to Lucas for calling her a weirdo

Mike Wheeler telling Dustin “She’s not a dog!” when Dustin tries to get El to show off her powers

Mike Wheeler not once asking El to use her powers for him

Mike Wheeler straight up not even hesitating to jump off that cliff so that those mouthbreathers wouldn’t hurt Dustin

Mike Wheeler still trusting El and wanting to be her friend and telling her she’s not the monster even after she told him she was the one who opened the gate

Mike Wheeler telling El “I’m glad you’re home” because even with the short amount of time he’s known her home is where she is

Mike Wheeler telling El she doesn’t need the wig and is still really pretty

Mike Wheeler, in the last episode of season one when Jonathan comes to pick up Will, looks over at El’s spot where she stayed in the basement. Everything was how she left it before the Hawkins lab people came and collected everything and messed it up which means he had to have put everything back the way it was after she was gone

Mike Wheeler, who refuses to set his sister up on a date with the arcade guy in exchange for info on mad max even though he and his sister fight

Mike Wheeler, who notices when Will wonders off or gets inside his own head, and is constant and there and brings Will back every time

Mike Wheeler, who Will feels like is the only person that doesn’t treat him like there’s something wrong with him

Mike Wheeler who is loyal to a fault. “I told you I don’t know where she is. And even if I did I’d never tell you. I’d never tell you.”

Mike Wheeler who literally camps out at Will’s bedside after missing school and tries to make him feel better and tells him that what is happening is actually a good thing, that Will’s a super spy

Mike Wheeler who takes up all of his pent up emotion on Hopper for hiding El, because SHE WAS HERE THE WHOLE TIME and he went a whole entire year not knowing if she was ok or if she was even alive

Mike Wheeler who never gave up on her

Mike Wheeler who when the demogorgans are running away, just says “El” 

The two are that connected and he just knows

Mike Wheeler who is so so scared to let El go to save them, yet again, because that’s exactly what got them separated the first time 

idk just

Mike Wheeler, man.

[netflixandchilis]

headcanon: billy talks in his sleep and steve has learned that if he replies billy will keep talking. one night they had a 10 minute conversation about chopsticks that billy remembers none of.

[jencala]

Computer: Please make your password

Sirius: Remus

Computer: Too weak

Sirius: [punching the monitor] Say that again you absolute mother fucker

[shawn-seduction]

DAY OFF

Yeah so I wrote this while I was at work and I need to take several breathers now because I stayed up all night to finish and edit it but uh, I think this is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written?? Enjoy! 

Summary: Wet, dripping hot sex on the couch with Shawn. What more could you ask for? Warnings: The usual, smut smut and more smut, squirting, swearing, dirty talk, more filth Word Count: 6.1K 

You flip over the last pancake in the frying pan, reaching forward to switch off the heat and place it in a neat stack on what would be Shawn’s plate. He was still snoozing away and it just after 8 a.m. This was sleeping in for him since he was normally up at the crack of dawn, eager to start the day and be productive. He had a long night of rehearsals the day prior and today was his only day off before the two of you were jetting off to Amsterdam for his first show on tour. So you had snuck out of bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts, peeled the covers and Shawn’s arm away from your body and crept into the kitchen to start up his favourite breakfast — pancakes.

You drizzle the pancakes with syrup, topping them with some Nutella, strawberries, and whipped cream. It looked like something straight out of a cooking show and you smiled with delight as you set the plate down onto the kitchen island with a glass of orange juice to go with it. You wiggle your hips a little bit to the soft music playing in the background one of your favourite songs — ‘Mutual’.

You move to grab some cutlery out of the drawer before you feel two naked arms coiling themselves around your waist. You had wanted to bring him breakfast in bed but you must’ve of woken him up amidst the clattering dishes.

“Mmmorning.” Shawn grumbles in your ear, pressing himself snug into you.

Keep reading

[minfonica]

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[mydeadcarcass]

I WISHED FOR SNK MERCH THE FIRST TIME. I GOT A JACKET.

I WISHED FOR MY GIRLFRIEND THE SECOND TIME. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

[openyourthird-eye]

THIS WORKs I WISHED I WAS MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA AND GUESS WHAT GUYS IM MOVING TO NC IN AUGUST I PROMISE U IM NOT LYING

[ariya-art]

guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works

[haihl-blog]

I love this it always works for me yey thank u shooting star :’)

[phoxae]

woah the notes let’s hope my wish comes true

[omahasquadislife-deactivated201]

Officer Maloley- Nate Maloley Smut

AN: The smut that accompanies the trailer video is finally here! So I developed the plot about to coincide with the events depicted in the trailer, so I really hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated. Much love 🙏❤️

———-

I was sitting in a small diner off the main highway. Quite dingy really, obviously a spot that has been well tread due to tourists and travelers. Nonetheless, it was a place of refuge from the terrible storm pelting down outside these worn windows.

I was tucked into a booth in the back, the cracked vinyl pinching the skin of my thighs as I shifted to get comfortable. A waitress who appeared to not care for her job, sauntered over smacking her gum. She pulled out a notepad and pencil and blandly asked 

“What can I get ya?” “Oh, umm, a cup of coffee please. And a muffin?” I inquire and she shrugged before slinking off behind the counter. “Good choice” a deep voice called from the booth across from me. A dark haired guy made piercing eye contact with me. Great, just what I wanted. Some random at a truck stop more or less striking up conversation with me.

“Yeah, thanks” I say looking down so it deters him from further conversation. “Alone?” He inquired with one raised brow. “Maybe” I sigh exasperated, “you don’t need to know.” I reply.

I could see a smirk ghosting his lips, but he simply stood and slid in the booth with me, closing the space between us. He was even more attractive up close, tattoos peeking out from his tight shirt.  There was an emblem on the right breast pocket that took me a minute to decipher.

“Wait, you’re a cop?” I ask a little shocked. “Surprised?” He asked sipping his black coffee. “Well, I mean I guess. You’re so young, and you don’t-” “Look like a cop” he finishes as if he’s heard it before.

“I get it. I’ve heard it all before, I’m too rough around the edges, too reckless, too hot headed. I guess that’s why they cut me from the department” he said licking his lips, gauging my reaction. “W-what did you do?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. “I went rogue” he bit his lip. “A case got too heavy, huge drug ring importing and exporting from the country and I was hot on the heels of the kingpin, but the department wanted to take the pussy way out” he recounted.

“So I decided to take matters into my own hands, they weren’t going to do a god damn thing and I know that I had the power and skill to put a stop to it” he spoke confidently. “So what happened?” I ask leaning closer as the rain pelted harder outside. This was like straight off an episode of CSI.

“I flew out of the country to an undisclosed location, pulled out my gun and shot the fucker” his eyes dilated and his fists clenched. “You killed him?” I whispered. “Had to. That asshole was ruining people’s lives both intentionally and unintentionally. Including mine.” He spoke harshly and his nostrils flared, a dangerous edge to him now.

“And how’s that?” I furrow my brows. “After I did the job, without a thank you, I was fired from the department and threatened by homeland security. There was to be an entire trial, and fuck if I’m gonna hang around to do that. So I’ve been on the run, in hiding, and alone” his eyes had a twinge of sorrow.

“For how long?” I ask. “going on five years. It’s lonely, so I turned to drugs because the high keeps me sane” he spoke. “I’m sorry” I say empathetically, placing my hand on his forearm. His eyes darted to the contact and then back to mine as he placed his hand on mine. He lightly traced up my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

“Don’t be. You’re easy on the eyes, a sight I’ve longed to see for a long time” his tongue poked out to wet his lips. I shifted in the booth, my insides igniting. “Are you hitting on me Officer Maloley?” I ask, reading his name tag. “You seem like a good girl. A very good girl that is longing to be touched. Touched by a bad boy” he growled, his large hand sliding up my thigh. I began to throb at his actions, he was so sexy it hurt.

“W-what makes you t-think I’ll give you what you want” I stammer with my eyes closed. “Because I can see how turned on you are and I’ve barely even touched you lil mama” he teased. I became soaked at the way he was speaking to me, the nickname pushing me over the edge.

“I’m g-gonna go to the bathroom” I announce, standing abruptly. I scurried into the small restroom to gain a moment to collect my thoughts. This guy was sucking all of the air out of me and I was breathless and turned on. I scolded myself for always like the “bad boy,” it never fails. I can’t get involved. I can’t get involved, I mentally repeat to myself. I rub myself beneath my shorts briefly, trying to relieve any tension that I possibly could.

“Someone in there?” A brash voice called banging on the door. I quickly stopped my actions and mumbled a grunt of acknowledgement before slipping past a burly woman. I ducked my head at her harsh gaze and was soon alone in the small corridor.  A whirl of air passed me and I was soon pinned to the wall by my hot cop, oh my lord was he a hot cop… “What took you so long?” He smirked slowly grinding into me. I moaned slightly, trying not to appear so transparent.

“Oh, n-nothing” I breathe against his neck. He rolled his head in delicious pleasure before settling his dark gaze on me again. “Nothing? Bullshit, pink cheeks” he says examining my face. He yanked my hand from my pocket, and looked at me with a devilish grin, “and wet fingers? Oh baby that was ‘nothing’ in there” he mocked slightly.

I felt my cheeks grow hot with slight resentment and pulled away with a scoff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I roll my eyes before moving to gather my things from my booth. “Everybody get on the fucking floor!” Voices screamed barreling through the small diner. Rain water was whisked inside as people screamed and ran.

“Oh my god” my eyes widen at the sudden chaos. Men in giant uniforms toting machine guns were storming the place, I felt frozen. This was a raid. “God damnit!” Maloley screamed. “Come on! Come…on! Come with me” he shouted at me as I stood in terror. He grabbed my wrist and slipped us through the back door.

We ran through the pouring rain towards his old squad car that had no license plates. He must have removed them to avoid detection. “What about my car?” I whine over the pelting rain. He looked at me through drenched locks and licked his lips quickly.

“That piece of shit? You’re better off with me” he said matter of factly. I couldn’t deny the fact he was right. Before I knew what was happening I was roughly pushed in the backseat as he drove us far from the commotion. About 45 minutes had passed as he drove slower and pulled us out back of an abandoned factory.

“Are you going to tell me why you basically kidnapped me” I spoke through the metal caging that separates the compartments of the car. He eyed me through the rearview mirror and smirked before replying “Because I like seeing my little prisoner behind this cage” he winked. Pig. Fucking hot pig…

He threw the car in park before opening the back door, leaning on the door frame. His old police department t-shirt soaked and clinging to his appealing abs. A slight V-line was teasing me, and my already wet heat. “What to do with this sexy little slave” he wondered aloud, visually devouring my body. He reached into the front seat and pulled out his cool metal cuffs. My eyes widened as he fastened me to the metal slots of the barricade. He slid in the back, my legs now straddling him, as my arms were pinned back. 

“So sexy” he said tormenting me by running his enormous hands down my body, gripping and squeezing as he went. “Let me see what you’re working with underneath” he smiled before sliding my shorts down. “Aww pretty pink panties huh babygirl?” He pouted poking out his thick lips. “Yes” I whisper. “Yes what?” He said pulling my hair roughly. “Uh, yes officer” I moan. “Better” he growled against my lips. He pulled my tank top up my body until most of my bare skin was exposed to his waiting mouth.

He licked a delicate stripe up the front from my navel to my chest, moaning into my soft skin. “So smooth” he groaned, shifting in his seat. “Now for the main show” his eyes darkened as he ripped my panties to the side, my throbbing heat exposed to him and the cool air. “Fucking perfect” he groaned with his head on the seat. “Did you expect anything less?” I taunt with a slight confidence. “Naughty girls don’t get to speak” he said slapping my clit with the palm of his hand. He slipped his shirt off and roughly tied it across my eyes as a makeshift blindfold.

“What-what’s happening?” I ask struggling against my restraints. “You don’t get to fucking watch me torture this delicious body, where’s the fun in that? Naughty girl…” He suckled on my neck as reinforcement. “Now no more talking” he said kissing me passionately. His warm tongue sliding in and out of my mouth. I wanted more, but he pulled away.

He used his rough hands to lift my ass into the air, supporting me as he brought my waiting slit to his mouth. “Goddamn” he groaned as he dove in, licking and biting gently every way he could. I screamed out at his ruthless tongue, no sign of slowing down. He gripped my ass firmly as he brought me the delicious brink, but stopped. I panted, obviously annoyed with him.

“I’m not letting you cum until I’m inside of you” he answered my thoughts. I heard him fumble with his belt and I felt him slip against me a few times, his breath hissing as his large member finally sunk inside. “Fucking hell” he shouted, his voice rasping. He slowly pumped inside as he reached for something, the smell Hitting my nose. He lit a blunt and blew the smoke directly into my face. My chains digging in.

“Open your mouth babygirl” I did as told and was greeted with the warm smoke from his skilled mouth. The car soon turned to a hot box as he smoked and fucked. “Cum” he barked out and my body twitched in shameful obedience. “Jesus god you’re so hot” he moaned, spurting inside me. I was out of breath and exhausted. Officer Maloley uncovered my eyes and un cuffed me as he threw the joint out the window. He had climbed back into the driver’s seat slowly reversing when we smelled thick smoke.

“What’s that smell?” I ask scrunching my nose. His eyes grew wide in fear. “Shit!” He screamed, flooring the car into reverse. The abandoned warehouse collapsed beneath a ball of flames, the joint accidentally sparking leftover gasoline. “They’re gonna be all over us now” he spoke quickly doing 120 in a 50.  “We have to get out of here” he sounded concerned. “We?!” I ask. “Yes. We. You’re now aiding and abetting a wanted man” his eyes flickered to the rearview mirror.

He pulled us off into the woods where an abandoned campsite lay, obviously where he had been camping out. He pulled us onto a motorcycle that I didn’t dare ask how he got. “You ready?” He asked me. I nodded as he revved the engine. “Wait!” I called. He looked back beneath at me. “I never got your actual name” I shouted over the rumbling engine. He lowered his aviator shades so our eyes could once again meet, the deep eye contact that had initially drawn me in. “Nate” he said before replacing them, speeding off with fervor, as we fought to stay one step ahead of the law.

[anything-imagines]

OUAT Imagine: Dark and Stormy Night

anything-imagines

((Hi guys! Okay, so this is based off of a tiny imagine I made, the “Imagine cuddling with Pan when he finds out your scared of Neverland’s storms" one. I decided I really liked it so now you guys get a long imagine of it! I also added in a character! *smirks evily* FEELS!! Woohoo!))

Catagory: Peter Pan/reader and Felix/reader

“Alright, off to bed with you all, we have work to do tomorrow!” Pan hollered, sending everyone into a frenzy of “yays" and “finallys.”

You gave a sigh of relief, rolling the heavy axe from your shoulders and onto the ground. You had had a long day of cutting and chopping up wood for the campfire, and, boy, were you ready for bed.

You leaned backwards, hands on your waist, hoping to pop your back or possibly make it hurt less. 

“Ugggggghhhhh!” you groaned loudly as your back popped in several places, earning a few chuckles from the boys that were closest to you. A couple of them patted your back on their way to their tree houses, not really helping your problem.

They all knew that Pan had put you up to one of the hardest jobs on the island, and they all knew why. 

Pan didn’t like girls on his island; not since Wendy Darling. 

Apparently, from the stories the Lost Boys told you, she was very needy, and couldn’t defend herself worth crap. She would whine all the time, and always ask favors of the boys. This made Pan weary of girls and women. He thought that ALL of them were like that. 

So, when you appeared on the island, Pan decided he was not going to go through the trouble again, he’d rather have you dead. 

This whole island was new to you, it wasn’t like the fairytale in the slightest definition, so when this so called “Peter Pan” wanted to kill you for being a girl, you were outraged. You remembered screaming at him, things like, 

“I am a girl, I should be treated with respect and dignity! Not like some ugly troll that you think should be killed the second someone disapproves of it!”

and

“You are no man to kill a person just because you think they’ll ruin your fun!”

Anyway, back to the story. You didn’t want to be killed, of course, so you made a bet with him, a deal, that if you could prove yourself, you could stay, and live. Whether you could or couldn’t would decide your fate.

Therefore, to test your will to stay alive and on the island, Pan put you up to the hardest tasks he could find; chopping wood, cooking the meals, hunting the food, etc.

Let’s just say, you and Pan? Not on the best terms at the moment…

You were shaken out of your thoughts by a low growl from above. Something that was no growl of an animal or human, no. No, this was something much, much worse. Something you had been scared of since you were just a small child.

Your eyes widened as you jumped about ten feet in the air, your body turning itself on to extreme terror mode. A couple of the boys laughed again, thinking you had just been startled by the loud noise that shook the place.

Little did they know that it was more than that. This was actual fear you were feeling. The feeling of having absolutely no control, what so ever, of something that could hurt you.

You nervously chuckled along with them, fast walking towards your tent, trying not to make your fearful face obvious.

You couldn’t let them see you with your guard down. No, that was a dangerous game to play. No matter how much you wanted to be hugged and cuddled, to have sweet nothings whispered comfortingly in your ear, that would never happened. You wouldn’t LET it ever happen. 

Why? Because you could actually be killed for it. No, you WOULD actually be killed for it.

You scurried along towards the tent Pan had so kindly offered for you to stay in while they finished building your own tree house.

By the time you were about to reach your tent, tears about to fall as they flooded the bottom of your eyes, a body fit itself between you and the door.

"Hi, (Y/N)…” Pan’s voice taunted, you wanting nothing more than to go inside your temporary home.

You ducked your head, trying to move around him. But, him being the annoying git he is, he just stepped the same direction, situating himself back in front of you.

Your blood boiled with anger and rage, but your heart bubbled with fear of the storm that was slowly making it’s way towards you.

You didn’t dare look up, scared that, if you did, he would see the pathetic tears forming in your eyes and your red face.

"How you feelin’ today? Are you, perhaps, feeling,” he paused to put his hands  on your aching shoulders, smirking, before pushing down just enough so that you could feel little prickles of harsh pain form at his fingers, “soar?”

A tiny noise escaped your tightly closed throat, the same time another growl came from the sky.

You were sure that he felt you jump.

You still didn’t look up, shoving him out of the way the hardest you could with your small arms that were tired from the hard work he had you doing.

It barely affected him, but he did stumble a bit, giving you a chance to run into your tent.

As soon as your foot hit the leafy floor of your tent, the tears fell from you eyes.

You pulled the animal fur blanket off of your bed, completely ignoring the small matress and walking over to the corner. You pulled your blanket around you, trembling furiously, and curled up into a tiny ball.

Of course, you had a valid reason to be this terrified of storms. 

After all, your own mother and father had been killed in one, taken hostage by the loud noises and strong wind.

 You could remember it like a vivid dream, or a wild hallucination.

One minute they were alive and thriving, taking on the world with strict confidence in what the future held for them. Young and crazy, they were happy and living life in the fast lane, having fun and adventuring the world; That’s what they did, they traveled as work.

They had their own successful magazine and travel blog. They traveled, and that’s how the fateful day happened. 

You see, they were on their way to some exotic island, the lucky couple,  heaving a strong hope of getting a good story for their blog with them. 

Before they left, they did, however, bid you a loving goodbye… that was, before abandoning you with your teenage babysitter, or as you called her, your nanny.

 Yeah, you might not have been their top priority, but they loved you, and you loved them. That was all that mattered at that age, so long as you were happy.

The moment you remember most clearly, though, was when they disappeared.

*Flashback*

You were sitting at your kitchen table, playing a fun little board game with Annie, your nanny, when your heard the phone ring throughout the house.

"Oh, stay here, (Y/N), I’ll go get that real quick,” she told you, giving you a big smile,” Shame on them for interrupting our game, huh?”

You giggled and nodded you head, scooping the dice into your chubby hands, shaking it around, filling your plump cheeks up with air and blowing on it for luck. You released the cube, sending it flying towards the game board. 

You remember the number that you had rolled at the time, the number of dots on the cheap cube’s side. The number written out in dots was the number five.

"Woohoo!,” you whooped, counting off the spaces you moved, “One, two, free-”

“Oh my God,” you heard Annie gasp. You turned to face her just in time to see her hand fly to her gaping mouth. You just assumed she was just gossiping with a friend.

You didn’t think much of it, you were only seven then, and continued on with your game. 

What confused you a bit was that she kept whispering things like,

"No, no this can’t be true,”

"Please tell me this is a sick joke?”

"How do I tell her, she’ll be heart broken…”

You hopped from your seat, going to see who she was talking to.

‘She wouldn’t say those kinda things to her friends…’ you thought, wondering who she could be possibly talking to.

"Annie? Who are you talking to?” You whispered innocently, your round, doe eyes moving up to see tears falling off of your friend’s cheeks,” what’s da matter?”

She hung up the phone and it was silent. What could have happened that was so bad it made her cry? Was her friend mean to her? Did something happen to one of her friends?

She knelt down to look into your eyes as you stared back.

You were frightened. You didn’t know what was going on, but you weren’t a stupid girl, you knew SOMETHING was wrong. 

What you didn’t know was that it would change your life drastically.

"Sweety, I- your parents they-they’re-” she paused, chocking on her tears,

”…dead…”

*End of flashback*

That was ten years ago, meaning you were seventeen when you came to Neverland, but you still hated the fact that you never even got to say goodbye, that you didn’t even know where they were when they went down, when they were plunged to the bottom of the sea, trapped in the relentless rain and wind, under the unforgiving puddle of blue.

“BA-BOOM, BOOM *crack*!!”

You jumped and let out a loud scream as thunder roared above you, covering Neverland in lightning strikes and wind, knocking the depressing thought out of your head in an instant.

You ducked you head, throwing your arms over it.

The wind made eerie noises through the trees, only making the whole thing more traumatizing; not to mention more loud.

You sobbed loudly, tears falling heavily down your face making everything blurred and watery. This was BY FAR the worst storm you had ever been in; your first storm in Neverland.

You got up to your hands and knees as more thunder rolled over the island, crawling your way towards the bed. 

You crawled under it, once again curling up on your side and shaking. You looked like a scared baby deer that had just been caught and thrown into the back of a small truck.

You wrapped your arms around your legs as the tent started to sway and rock back and forth, tightly pressing them to your chest and sobbing into your knees.

More thunder and wind came, and you were on the verge of a panic attack. Last time you were in a storm, it only lasted about five minutes. 

This one seemed to last hours.

Your breaths became short and desperate, seeming to pull at your lungs for air like a begger on the streets for money. You could hear your heartbeat almost as loud as the thunder outside your thin-walled tent.

You screamed again, this time much quieter due to lack of breath, as thunder sounded again. 

Just as the wind started to pick up again, you heard foot steps coming towards your bed. 

”(Y/N)!” The voice yelled over the storm,” Where are you!?”

You screamed again, knowing that if he found you he would surely kill you for all the trouble you had caused and the neediness you had presented.

“(Y/N), come out!” you heard another voice holler.

Your breathing had almost become unbearable, and you were on the verge of passing out as you saw a head peek under the bed.

You screamed, scrambling to the other side of the floor under the bed. No way were you going out there with those two.

"I found ‘er, Pan!” Felix yelled. “Help me get her!”

You sobbed louder as he said this: You were a goner. 

"Come here, (Y/N)!”

Suddenly you felt two hands grab you from your middle, dragging you out from your hiding place.

It was Pan.

"No!” you panted, fighting and squirming around in his arms desperately, “Please, no!”

He looked at down at you cautiously, flipping you around so that he was holding you like a baby in his arms and swaying a bit. 

"Please! Let me go! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be tougher!” you slung your arms randomly, “I won’t bother you again! I’m not like her! Not like Wendy!”

"Hey, shh, it’s alright, your fine!” Pan cooed to you, trying to catch your arms in his big hands.

The thunder decided to join in the cooing, only making it worse, “BA-BOOM!!”

You screamed and your body jumped, terribly sad cries falling from your mouth as you wriggled around like a fish on land, trying to get away from your captor. After he finally decided that he’d had enough of your struggles, and threw you onto the bed. This freaked you out more than anything.

“Ahh! No!” You screamed, trying to roll away from him.

He sat on you, straddling your waist and grabbing your arms, pinning them above your head with one hand. His fingers dug into your wrists, sure to leave a red mark, as the other hand was struggling to stop your legs behind him from kicking.

"Felix! Help!” He yelled as you started to free yourself from his grasp by twisting your wrists.

'Must. Get. Free!’ your mind cried.

Your breathing was as fast as a dog panting on a summer day, and your wails were loud and desperate, “Please! Someone! Anyone! Help me!”

Felix came up from behind Pan, grabbing you by the ankles and holding down your legs so he could sit on them, pinning those down too.

”(Y/N), if you don’t stop screaming I’m going to lock you in the cage!” Pan yelled over your screams and the thunder outside.

Your screams ceased almost immediately, but your breathing and struggling didn’t. You had become weak and tired, but you hadn’t completely given up. You knew you weren’t going to win; you were against two boys who were significantly stronger than you. But, you didn’t give up. This was a life or death situation for you, and you wanted to live.

“Please! Don’t hurt me, or kill me! I promise, I’ll never disrupt you again! I’m not a burden! Please!”

You kicked you legs and wriggled your arms one last time, but it didn’t even affect them. 

'This is no use,” you thought, “ Maybe I should just give up…”

There was no hope left in you, and you were worn out, still breathing heavily due to your panic attack, which was, mind you, still going on.

"Please…” you begged, looking into Pan’s eyes with sadness and fear.

He looked back at you with a stern look on his face, but in his eyes you saw worry.

“(Y/N)…what happened…?” Felix asked.

Thunder groaned and wind blew again, making you let out an unintentional scream from the back of your aching throat.

"N-NO! P-P-Pan! I d-didn’t m-m-mean it!” your voice wavered, “P-Please don’t p-put me in t-t-the cage- I-”

You were in trouble now. You did exactly what he told you NOT to do…

Pan stood up from your waist, knowing you were too exhausted to continue swatting at him, and walked to where you layed, your legs pinned by FeIix, with your wide and scared eyes.

You flinched as he brought a hand down to you cheek, gently stroking it with his finger. This brought your breathing down a bit, but it only went back to panting again when more thunder roared.

You whimpered a bit, trying your best not to scream and get yourself in trouble.

“Felix…you can get up…I can assure you she’s much to tired to do anything now…” he said gently, trying not to startle you any more.

He slowly got up, looking at you with concern.

He stood at the other side of the bed, opposite from Pan, and looked down at your tiny, cowering, figure on the bed.

"Poor darling, panic attacks just take all the steam out of you, don’t they?” he continued, a look of pity filling his eyes.

Why was he being so sweet all of the sudden?

After a minute or so of them staring, and Pan petting your cheek, you started to get uncomfortable.

You looked Pan in the eyes,” Please d-d-don’t kill m-me, I-I-”

“Shh, it’s alright, calm down, you’re not in trouble-”

He was interrupted by a loud bang cutting through the sky; more thunder.

He and Felix both looked at each other as you jumped five feet out of your skin, beginning to silently cry again. You whimpered and sniffed lightly.

“Shhh, it’s alright, little dove…” Felix comforted, sitting down on the bed next to you. Pan followed his lead.

You were shaking like a leaf, still slightly panting. They both seemed to notice, but they didn’t say anything.

“Scared of storms, ay?” Pan asked.

You jumped again and cried out due to the thunder and lightning that decided to strike at just the right moment.

"I’m gonna take that as a yes…”

The two of them just blinked at each other, not really knowing how to comfort you; they had never dealt with anything like this.

“Alright, come here.” Felix sighed, grabbing you up by the hips and pulling you into a big bear hug. His hair tickled your ear as one arm wrapped around your neck, one behind your slumped shoulders. You gasped as he did this, surprised by the gesture. Though, it did make you feel a bit less scared-No. Not happening.

You growled, pushing him back with the energy you had left in you, then kicked him lightly with your bare foot. He only brought you back to his chest, earning a disapproving huff from you. He chuckled at your response, bringing a hand up to the back of your head and lightly petting your messy hair.

You smiled a bit more as Pan joined in, wrapping his long arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath tickling your collarbone. He gave you a little kiss on the shoulder, rubbing your arms with his hands.

That was very attract-NO!

'Where did this come from?!’ You though, a little freaked out about how drastically they had changed their attitude towards you. You couldn’t say you were upset, though. I mean, two handsome guys cuddling you? What more could you have asked-NOOO! How could you even think that?!

You blushed bright red, burying your face into Felix’s shoulder as they both laughed; they found it funny that they could make you blush, and a little cute.

"You feelin’ better?” Pan asked.

You nodded, mumbling a tired sounding,”Mmhhff…”

Pan looked towards Felix,”I guess we’re not as bad as we thought we were. It worked.”

“I think you just might be a little tired…” Felix concluded, unwrapping his arms from around you and standing up.

You wimpered, no longer as cozy, or warm, as you were when he was hugging you.

"No…” You groaned, lazily reaching out to grab him back to you, but you missed, only reaching at air.

Soon after, Pan let go and stood up too, leaving you without any warmth from either if them.

“NO!” You cried, reaching out again, “Come back!”

“Calm down, baby girl, just getting the blanket you left in the corner over here,” he reassured, gesturing towards the corner where he was picking up the blanket. You couldn’t help but notice the flirty nickname he gave you.

"I’m getting the pillows you knocked off the bed.” Felix piped in.

As soon as they had picked up the pillows and blanket, they returned to the bed. Felix threw on the pillows and hopped in, pushing you back so that you were laying down. He then wrapped his arms around you, his hands lazily playing with the tips of your hair, twirling and twisting it.

You closed your eyes peacefully as Pan sat down on the other side of you, laying the blanket over the three of you before laying down. He also wrapped his arms around you.

They both tangled their legs around and between yours, trapping you in an extreme three-person cuddle. Honestly, it was the most comfortable position ever. It made you feel like you were safe, protected from the storm.

You blushed a deep red as a small, nervous noise made it’s way out of your throat. 

They both smirked, finding it adorable and funny.

"Goodnight, (Y/N).” Pan muttered, laughing a little at how nervous and awkward you looked, then kissed your collar bone.

“Night…” Felix mumbled, giving you a tiny peck just below your jawline, as they both nuzzled their faces into either side of your neck.

To say your face was red was a HUGE understatement. You were as red as fire, and you could feel your face getting hotter by the second.

"Night, guys,” you replied, nuzzling yourself deeper into their warm arms, ”Thank you…”

[yes-peterpan-robbiekayimagines]

Peter Pan-Bad Lost girl

Title: Bad Lost girl

Pairings: Peter Pan x reader

Word count:1202

Summary: Reader constantly defies Peter so he decides to punish her.

Warnings: spanking..sorry (not sorry)

People who broke Peter’s rules were considered crazy. Nobody who broke then lived to tell. Apart from you…For some odd reason ( a reason that drove Felix and the others nuts) Peter let you off the hook over and over again. 

Peter would constantly scold you, telling you that you were on your last warning, but he never held his word. You loved chaos, you loved riling people up and most importantly, you loved the attention it got you from Peter. 

Peter would only groan, sighing as he ran his hands over his face whenever a Lost boy had came to him and told Peter you had hidden their tools, or you had somehow messed something up on purpose. 

Peter would say he would sort it out, walking to the forest because he knew you always hid up in the trees. Peter would then do his normal routine of calling you and once you poked your head out with a cheeky smirk he would just tell you off. 

Not lately. Peter was acting differently lately. Peter had tried all approaches, he normally pleaded with you, something he would never do, if it was anything he refused to do…it was grovelling. 

‘C’mon, (y/n). Please, just stop annoying the Lost boys, for me, darling’’he would sigh, rubbing his tired eyes. But, not today. 

You liked to get on Peter’s nerves, enjoyed watching his face redden, but you would have never guessed that you would be speechless over one of his actions. Nobody could ever get you to shut up, you were purposely annoying. 

Finally, Peter had found a way to keep you in line. It had started a few days ago. Peter was having a stressful day, he was tired and just wanted to go to bed. The minute he saw a Lost boy approaching he groaned and knew you had done something. 

When he heard the Lost boy out he went into the forest to seek you out. 

You did your normal routine, popping your head out and giving him a cheeky yet innocent look. You jumped down, standing in front of him as he rubbed at his temples. 

‘’Not today, (y/n). I’m tired and stressed, I just want to have a relaxing day’’He groaned, closing his eyes. You giggled, enjoying his facial expressions. 

‘’I didn’t do anything’’You shrugged, smirking manically. Peter pried one eye open, looking at you before he gave you a nod. 

‘’Fine, I’ve had enough of coddling you, if you won’t listen to me, maybe you’ll learn’’He said sternly. At first you thought he was going to put you in the cages, or make you stand by a tree whilst the others shot arrows. 

It came a bit of a surprise to you when you where being tugged over his kneecap. Peter was kneeling on the floor, one leg perched up and had you bent over his lap. You were about to ask what he was doing when he landed a sharp squat on your bum.

You yelped, fingertips digging into his thigh but before you could say any more, his hand landed down again. At first it was slow but rough until he did it twice more, quick and sharp. You remained still, completely shocked and red in the face. 

Peter grinned at your silence, a smirk edging onto his face when he realised this was what got you to be good. You blushed when you felt his slender fingertips softly knead the abused skin. 

‘’There, now are you going to be a good girl?’’He asked, his voice low and quiet. You nodded, still in shock, no longer fidgeting or speaking. Peter careful patting your bum twice, humming as he helped you up. 

When you had both walked back everyone stared at the two of you, whispering loudly at how you had gone quiet. 

‘’he’s finally found a way to stop her’’

Little did they know that the way he stopped you was not something you had ever imagined.  

Today was like any other, you had been good for a short while, Peter grinning at the care free atmosphere. You didn’t mean too, you couldn’t help being a trouble maker, but you were. 

You had stolen Felix’s club and he stormed off to Peter. You held your breath, waiting in your tree when you heard the sound of Peter’s boots on the leaves. Normally you would be grinning, excited. But now you were nervous yet excited too. 

‘’(Y/n).Come down’’Peter called out, his usual stern voice on. You remained still, not moving as you held your breath. ‘’Don’t make me come and get you’’He sighed. 

You fought with yourself, unsure of whether you should move or not. After knowing that it would only make it worse, you finally came down. Peter looked down at you, watching you with a raised brow. 

‘’had you not learnt your lesson from last time?’’he asked, not in a patronising way but more of a genuine gentle tone. He sighed when you didn’t answer, kneeling to the floor as he patted his thigh. You shook your head, shuffling back to the tree. 

It didn’t scare you or make you feel assaulted, that wasn’t it. You knew if you told Peter it frightened you, that he would stop. It was because, truth be told, it did hurt, that’s why Peter always tried to sooth it afterwards. 

Peter sighed, his expression softening. ‘’C’mon, you know you have too. It’s either this or the cages. Which one, darling?’’He hummed. You slowly walked over, your shoes brushing on the soil as he followed you with his eyes. 

You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth when he bent you over his leg. The waiting was horrible but you knew he was just trying to make it easier for you. 

A sharp squat landed on your behind, a cry echoing past your lips. You winced, grabbing his leg as he landed another. Normally it was only a few but you knew since you hadn’t came out of the tree when he asked and when you had refused to go on his lap that he had to give you more. 

It hurt a lot, your cheek burning and stinging as the slap of his hand echoed around the trees. 

‘’No! No more’’You cried out, whimpering. Peter’s eyes softened, a sigh falling past his lips. ‘’I’ll be good, I promise’’You pleaded. 

‘’You won’t pull any pranks?’’He asked, watching you. You nodded, eyes clenched. ‘’You promised to be good?’’He repeated, phrased differently. You nodded quickly, sighing when you felt his hand rest on your bum. You knew then that meant he was stopping. 

You sighed, relaxing against his legs when he kneaded the red skin. Peter chuckled as you sighed out in relief, a grin etching on his face as he soothed your pain. He might have caused it but he always made sure you were okay afterwards. 

He gently rubbed his fingers against the skin, helping you up when he was done. You cupped your behind, wincing at the pain he left there. 

‘’Awh, I’m sorry, Love’’He chuckled, replacing your hand with his and giving it a quick rub. 

‘’At least now you’ll be a good girl’’

[yes-peterpan-robbiekayimagines]

Peter Pan-Show me

Title: Show me

Pairings: Peter Pan x reader

Word count:2014

Summary: Peter overhears the reader and her friend talking about how they think Peter would be in bed, Peter decides to show the reader what he’s really like.

Warnings: Smut

You were sat on the wooden log, carving your days work out as you chatted quietly. The conversation had started off pretty innocent, only talking about how nice Neverland was, until Lily had given you that famous smirk of hers and waggle of her plush brows. 

‘’So…Peter Pan’’She giggled, licking her lip dramatically. You raised your head, perking a brow as you pretended not to be interested. Truth was, you had been harbouring a crush on Peter for a while now, getting jealous whenever he or Lily so much as looked at each other. 

‘’What about..Peter Pan’’You mimicked her words, pretending to giggle. 

‘’He’s a hottie isn’t he’’She snickered, flickering her thumb over the wood she carved. You shrugged, wanting to agree but you knew Peter had ears and eyes everywhere, not to mention that feeling he got when someone mention his name. 

You were hoping Peter was too busy and just ignored the fact that someone had been talking about him, hoping he hadn’t let his curiosity become the better of him. 

‘’I bet he would be quite crap in bed to be honest’’Lily sighed, frowning. You gaped, mouth dropping open as you looked at her in shock. 

‘’You always drool over him now you think he’d be bad in bed?’’You frowned, confused on her mixed emotions. 

‘’Well, he’s hot and all, but have you not been around him?’’She questioned, obviously meant for a rhetorical one. You motioned her to continue, your brows furrowed in shock and confusion. 

‘’He’s really proud of himself and self centred, so I bet he would be quite selfish in bed. He’d be really sloppy and just wanting to take what he can and then when he’s finished he’d just leave’’She shrugged, no longer interested. 

You scoffed, chuckling as you shook your head, you had a different idea to that. You were so annoyed at Lily that you didn’t even care if Peter was listening. 

‘’No, I bet he’s the opposite’’You stated, Lily’s face coming up to meet yours. 

‘’how so?’’She mused, stilling her hands to listen to you.

‘’If you think about him, really think then you would see that he’s quite a calm and sly person. He wouldn’t be selfish at all, in fact I think he would be the exact opposite. I bet he would be a tease, constantly making you feel on edge and then smirking up at you. He have you quivering beneath him and he’d just completely forget about himself at first, only pleasuring you because he would enjoy having you at his mercy. Then afterwards obviously he would think about himself as well but he would be more focused on you and trying to see how loud he could make you scream’’You explained, watching Lily’s mouth draw open as she raised her brows at you. 

‘’Well someone’s thought that through’’Lily whistled, smirking at you. You shook your head, about to comment when her face paled. She coughed, clearing her throat and awkwardly looked down. 

You froze, understanding why as your breath hitched in your throat. You closed your eyes, begging and pleading that he hadn’t heard anything. The sound of his boots trod closer, crunching in the leaves as you soon felt his hot breath fan your cheek. 

You pried your eyes open, glancing to the side to see he had kneeled down beside you, his eyes boring into yours. His face was empty and emotionless whilst yours was beet red and embarrassed. 

‘’Lily, I need to borrow (Y/n). Keep up the good work’’Peter said with a firm tone of professionalism. Lily nodded, her eyes flickering up to yours as Peter got up and made a bee line for the tree’s. 

You flashed Lily a helpless look to which she offered you a sympathetic one back. You quickly caught up to Peter, a thousand excuses in your head that didn’t seem to quite add up. 

‘’I’m sorry’’You blurted out, sighing at your stupidity. Peter halted, his muscles tensing deliciously as he swivelled around. 

‘’And what exactly would you be sorry for?’’he asked, leaning up against a tree with his hip cocked, arms folded over each other. You bit your lip, not sure if he had heard you or not. ‘’Would it be the way you described me in bed?’’He mused rhetorically, looking up at the sky as he pushed himself off the tree. 

You looked down ashamed and embarrassed, picking at your fingers. 

‘’Or talking about me behind my back?’’He added, stepping towards you. You glanced up, Peter’s eyes watching your stuttering mouth as you tried to come up with a good explanation. 

‘’I’m sorry’’You repeated in defeat, afraid of how he would be disgusted with you. 

‘’Ah ah’’Peter tutted, his fingers curling under your chin and drawing your face to look up at his. ‘’What is my one rule?’’Peter asked, cocking his thick brow. 

‘’Don’t apologise?’’You whispered nervously. Peter nodded, letting his fingers drop as he walked towards you, closing the gap. You stepped back, scared he was going to punish you, stepping back again and again until your back hit a tree. 

Peter grinned, bracing his hands either side of your head and caging your between him. ‘’Your words actually amused me’’he whispered with a smirk, his eyes showing just how amused he was. He tilted his head, boring his dark green orbs into yours. ‘’Lily’s was quite mean, I don’t think of myself as someone who is selfish between the sheets now’’he chuckled. 

You frowned, now angered on why he had only called you and not Lily. 

‘’yet your words were nicer…right’’he purred, cupping your chin with his thumb and finger. ‘’I do like to have my victims a quivering mess underneath me, I like to watch them deteriorate and scream my name until their throats are red raw’’. 

With each word he got closer and closer, his body flush to yours, his voice going into a low whisper. ‘’I like to have them on the edge, watching them flinch away because their too sensitive from my last touch’’. 

You stomach twirled at his words, your breath hard to catch. His thigh was suddenly pushed between your legs, the material of his trousers brushing hard against your core. 

You whimpered, gripping the top of his thigh to try and stop him from moving it but he just simply grinned at you, craning his head to the side before slowly gliding his leg back. 

A moan slipped past your lips, head falling backwards. Peter was watching you, absorbing your reaction. He started to rock his thigh slowly, tugging it at a constant pace, watching your come undone infront of him. 

‘’P-Peter’’You stuttered out, still gripping harshly on his thigh. ‘’What are you doing?’’You choked out in surprise. Peter stilled his actions, closing the gap that he left between you two and pushed his face right next to yours. 

‘’I’m just showing you what I’m really like and then you’ll no longer have to leave it down to guessing’’He chuckled, trailing his fingertip down your jaw. 

‘’Not here’’You mumbled, glancing around in case any of the Lost boys had came in. Peter nodded, clicking his fingers. The minute you opened your eyes you noticed you were in Peter’s tree house. Nobody was allowed or dared to come in here, it was his and his only. 

It was very luxurious, a huge double bed with pillows and quilts. Peter pushed you backwards, climbing on top of you as you hit the bed. He hovered above you, his lips just brushing against your lips to tease you. 

‘’Peter’’You whined, yanking on his shirt. He chuckled, grinning at you before pressing his lips plump to yours. His hand slid down your stomach, a smirk falling against his lips when you arched up into his hand. 

‘’Steady’’he whispered, pulling back and littering kisses all over your skin. The darkness of the room only added to the sexual tension, a long, high pitched moan falling from your mouth when you felt his warm lips press tenderly to your heat. You hadn’t even realised that you had lost clothes, that you were completely bare now. 

His long, slender fingertips glided up your thighs, hitching them on his broad shoulders before he slick tongue licked a clean stripe up. You withered, fingers curling into his hair and yanking. 

He chuckled, biting your thigh before kissing it tenderly. ‘’Peter’’You whined, sick of him toying with you. He would give you the attention you wanted but then would leave again. 

Peter placed his tongue back at your entrance, remaining still in the most painful way. You groaned, stirring your hip but he teasingly kept still. His laugh vibrated throughout your core, a moan slipping past your lips as he started with little kitten licks. 

‘’Peter for god’s sake!’’You cursed, leaning up on your elbows. Peter grinned up at you, arching his brow before lifting his head. He placed his chin on your navel, pouting at you. 

‘’I’m sorry, love. What do you want me to do?’’He asked, That stupid smile was still on his face as he pretended to play the innocent card. You said nothing, glowering at him but he just sighed and pretended to be bored. 

‘’I want you’’You groaned, hating how stupid and weak you sounded. Peter glanced back at you, absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb over your bare thigh.  

‘’You have me’’He shrugged, still playing innocent. You were confused for a moment, not sure on what he meant but decided to leave it till later so you wouldn’t ruin the mood. 

‘’No, I want your mouth’’You growled out. 

‘’See, was that so hard?’’He smirked, a cheeky look plastered all over his face.

‘’Peter I swe-Oooh’’You gasped, hands curling in his hair. Before you could finish your words, Peter’s mouth had clamped around you, not wasting any time. There was no more teasing, his eyes had darkened, his movements strong and confident. 

He dipped his tongue at your entrance, growing at your taste before sliding his tongue as far as he could go. He pushed your curled hips back into the mattress, locking his hands with yours as he devoured you. 

You gasped, your orgasm approaching. Peter helped your ride it out, mewls and shrieks falling from your lips as you bucked away from his mouth. You sighed when it was over, frowning when he was still going. 

You glanced at him, shrieking at how sensitive you were but he kept his mouth clamped around you, still devouring you. 

‘’Pe-Peter’’You gasped, pleasure shooting through you. 

This repeated over and over again. It didn’t matter when you had done, or how much you tried to pry your hips away from him, Peter would only stop when he was satisfied. You had lost count on how many times you had came, now a panting, sensitive mess in his sheets. 

You groaned when you felt another approaching, wanting to cry out in awe but go to sleep as well. Peter squeezed your hand reassuringly. His hair clamped to his forehead. He watched you the whole time, his green eyes peering at you. 

As soon as you came down, thankfully, Peter removed his mouth. You sighed, falling back with closed eyes. As soon as you felt his slick tongue against you, your eyes shot open, panic flooding through you. 

‘’Peter, please n-’’

‘’Relax darling, I’m just cleaning you up’’He smiled softly, you had never seen Peter smile..not a real one at least. This one was reassuring and made you feel safe…loved. 

Peter lowered his head, the whole time stroking your thighs with his fingertips as he licked up the mess he had made. Your hips bucked every so often but Peter just responded with a gentle kiss on your hip or kneecap. 

Peter patted your knee to show you he had finished, smiling kindly at you before falling by your side. 

‘’Are you okay?’’He asked in concern. You nodded, turning and cuddling into his side. Peter wrapped his arm around you, kissing your forehead. 

‘’Get some sleep’’he whispered, glancing down at your sleeping form.  

[yes-peterpan-robbiekayimagines]

Peter Pan-Bad girl

Title: Bad girl

Pairing: Peter x reader

Word count:1529

Request:Love your blog once I found it I wasn’t off it once in like 24 hours. Since requests are open I was wondering if you could write a smut where y/n and Peter are in a relationship (sort of) and you defy him or something so like he decides not to let you come for a week and then like makes you grind on his leg to climax. Please!!! (P.s. I’m not actually this kinky just need some kink pretty please with a cherry on top)

Request:Hi. i love your writing! i hope i’m not a bother but can i get a possessive Pan x reader? Smut or not it doesn’t matter. your choice!

Warning: Smut

Neverland was your home. The Lost boys were your friends. Peter was… well… he was something to you. Peter was extremely possessive of you, at first scaring you and startling you but now you just thought it was a huge turn on and you loved to defy him.

Because of how much you loved defying Peter, he had set out a new rule. His punishments were more harsher, nothing that would hurt you since he did care for you, and you were as he said ‘his’. 

But it was a punishment that would leave you pleading to him that you’re sorry. If you would have know what his new punishment was then you probably would have stayed in line with his rules. 

You normally enjoyed breaking his rules because you enjoyed his punishments. Who wouldn’t enjoy being bent over Peter Pan’s lap? But Peter was a smart boy. He caught on quickly and decided to change the rules.

You however were not so smart. You were getting no reactions from Peter, practically whining for his attention as he talked to Felix across the camp from you. You sat grumpily, pouting in your child like state as you watched him smirk from the vision of you out of the corner of his eye. He knew what he was doing. 

You got up, trampling over to the two boys before smiling at Felix. Felix got the hint, walking away as Peter turned to you. 

‘’Is there anything you need, Princess?’’He smiled, acting innocent as he cupped your chin.

‘’Peter’’You whined, grabbing onto his forearm and tugging it. You wrapped both your arms around his one arm, pushing it into your body as you practically cuddled it.

Peter simply ignored your state and flashed you a cocky smirk.

 ‘’Not now, Love. I have a celebration to start. Maybe tonight’’He chuckled before sliding out of your grasp. He leaned down, running his smooth lips against your lobe before whispering ‘’if you’re good’’.

You were completely flustered and red, needing something from him now. You were too caught up in your needs to realise that your anger was taking over and making a stupid idea. 

You flirtatiously stalked up to the new Lost boy, Eald. You bit your fingertip, giggling as you batted your eyelashes at him. You puckered your lips together, pretending not to notice Peter glaring at you as you got awfully close.

The sound of boots crunching on leaves sounded in your ears before a hot, large hand came clamping around your wrist and tugging you away. You grew excited, watching the angry Peter drag you to his tent, ready to show you you belonged to him and him only. 

Only it didn’t quite turn out like that. 

Peter slammed you up against the wall, his hot breath fanning down you neck as he brushed his lips against the tender skin. 

‘’You wanna play games. Fine’’He snarled, his hand trailing up your thigh. You squirmed under his embrace, sighing in pleasure as he started to suck on your neck before bracing your thigh over his waist.

He started to ground his hips against yours, whimpers and pants falling from your mouth as he carefully slid in a finger before pumping it slowly. He watched your face, feeling you tense up around his fingers. 

‘’Peter! I’m gonna-Peter’’You breathed out, suddenly shocked when he withdrew. You looked at him shocked, only to see he was smirking. He quickly licked his finger, pulling your dress down and smoothing it out before pecking your cheek before walking out. 

‘’PETER!’’You screamed, grabbing his elbow. He swivelled around, pretending to be oblivious to your rage.

‘’Yes my dear?’’He cooed.

‘’What the hell was that!’’You growled.

‘’Oh? that’’He laughed, throwing his head back. His lips curled up as he leaned down and kissed you sweetly. When he pulled back his eyes were dark, full of lust. You knew what that meant. 

Peter’s eyes were only like that when he was giving you some sort of punishment. 

‘’Since you want to break my rules then you don’t get any rewards. You don’t get to cum for a week’’He whispered, nipping at your earlobe. Your mouth dropped open, dread filling you.

‘’What! a week! Peter, come on, baby. I’m sorry’’You pouted, nuzzling your head into his shoulder as you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. He wrapped his arms around your back, smiling as he quickly swatted your bum before walking away.

‘’One week my love, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to talk to Lost boys who won’t know how to make you scream’’He laughed, walking out.

*********************************** The last few days had been hell for you. Peter had been toying with you. The first day after you thought he might give in and so you let him tease you, only to do what he did before and withdraw. 

He had the same smug smirk on his face. You stopped letting him knowing he was going to only bring you to the edge and then let you go again. The other days you had tried to help yourself, not even stopping when Peter had walked in. 

At first he came in looking exhausted, only to realise he could hear your sweet whimpers. 

He froze, turning to look at you. He watched for a moment, finding himself to awe struck to stop you before he came to his senses and pulled your hand away, telling you that if you tried that again it would be two weeks.

You had tried everything, and nothing worked. You were miserable. 

It had been about four days and Peter was sleeping soundly beside you but you couldn’t sleep. You were still extremely needy and all you could think about was the shirtless boy beside you. 

‘’Go to sleep’’Peter grumbled, his voice husky and hoarse.

‘’I can’t, Peter’’You whined, throwing your head back. Peter sighed, rolling over as he shuffled so his head was in your lap. He slung one arm over your waist, not helping your situation since you could feel his warm breath where you wanted him most.

‘’What’s wrong my love’’He muttered, still with closed eyes.

‘’Peter I need you’’You whispered, feeling genuinely hurt. Peter cranked one eye open, peering up at you before sitting up. He ran his fingers through his messy hair.

Sitting on the side of the bed, with his back towards you, Peter stretched, uncoiling his tense muscles before crawling back on the bed in front of you. ‘’Alright, darling. Alright’’He soothed, sensing your distress. You perked up, eyes widening as you shuffled in excitement.

‘’Really!’’You squeaked. Peter nodded, yawning again as he tiredly flopped beside you against the headboard. He gently lifted you so you were sitting over his propped up leg.

‘’Peter what are you doing?’’You frowned, unsure of why he had you on his thigh.

‘’You’re not getting out of it that easily, (y/n). This is all your getting until the week is over’’He chuckled, watching your face scrunch up in annoyance. ‘’Ah, so adorable’’He cooed.

You were about to protest again before he gently rocked your hips back before bringing them forward. You whimpered, feeling the friction and gripping his shoulder. His laugh vibrated through his chest as he did it again. ‘’You get the gist love?’’He asked as he placed his hands back down by his side. You nodded, grinding against his leg yourself as he watched you with dark eyes, now seeming more awake. You started to go extremely fast, Peter’s hands halting your movements as he shook his head. You groaned, but didn’t protest in case he stopped it all together. 

‘’P-Peter’’You choked out, clenching his shoulder as you dove your hips harder. He sat up, no longer leaning back and relaxed but came closer so his face was inches away.

You could feel his breath on your face, knowing he was there even with your eyes closed. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin. His hands grabbed your hips again, taking back control along with your own movements as he attacked your neck. 

‘’Peter it’s not enough stimulation’’You whimpered, trying to create as much friction as you could. Peter simply ignored you before lifting you up. You sighed, knowing you had blown it and was waiting for him to go back to sleep but to your surprise he got out of bed and pulled you with him.

He braced your back against the wall, cadging you between him with his arms above your head before he hitched up his thigh and grazed it over you. The same actions began but this time at a better angle as he started to hold your weight up with his thigh due to your buckling knee’s. 

You buried your head in his chest, your legs twitching as you got closer and closer. 

‘’Are you going to break any of my rules?’’Peter asked in a deep voice. You shook your head, gasping as you felt yourself come undone.

 You sighed, slumping against Peter who gently lifted you up and carried you back to bed before placing a kiss on your forehead and crawling in next to you.

[anything-imagines]

Peter Pan Imagine: Tree Pixie

anything-imagines

Pairings: Pan x reader

Living in Neverland has it’s perks.

You can do whatever you want, whenever you want to, and you won’t be put down or discriminated for it. There is no one to tell you what to do, or how to do it. You are free, never having to depend on anyone, or have anyone depend on you. 

And that, my dear friend, the beauty of it.

Sure, Neverland also had some downsides. You know, like the dreamshade, the mermaid infested lagoons, and some traumatizing creatures. Not to mention the leader of the island, Peter Pan, and his little minions, the lost boys.

You never really talked to them though. Heck, you never talked to ANYBODY; and quite frankly, that’s the way you liked it. 

You liked having no one to take care of; you liked to be alone. You were a free spirit, to say the least, and you couldn’t be bothered with having to care for somebody. You didn’t have time for it, and that’s that.

You didn’t care for Pan that much anyway. He was too full of himself, too bosy, too commanding. You HATED the way he treated the Lost boys, and sometimes, on rare occasions when you actually stop to think about it, you felt bad for them. 

That is why you chose to stay as far from them as you could; up in the trees in the darkest part of the forest. You couldn’t agree more that it was creepy, but up in the trees? Yeah, not so bad a life to live.

That’s also why you treated Pan and his lost boys like obstacles; something that was in your way, something for you to get around and out of the way of. 

Or maybe you thought of them as a challenge? Maybe this was all one big game of hide and seek, and you were the hider. You couldn’t let them find you, or the game was over. If that ever happens, I guess it would mean you would have lost the game. 

Either way, or maybe both ways, they were something to you. No matter how much you had tried to deny it, you always felt that if they, something to keep you entertained and running, weren’t here, well, you might as well have been lost.

BUT, they were something…

“Woohoo! Yeaahh!” You whooped, flipping and hopping from tree to tree. This was something that you loved to do. 

As cheesy as it may sound, you loved the feeling of the wind rushing past your hair, the feeling of being so high up that you yourself felt high. It made you feel like you could do anything better than anybody. It made you feel unique, and you were, with your only road the thick and thin branchess that stuck out of the tree, and your only shelter the canopy of leaves that swayed gently in the breeze above you. You felt serene here, but at the same time, like you could run a fifty mile marathon on just one drink of water. 

The feeling of the cold, rough bark on the soles of your feet was enough to subside your boredom for a whole day. 

Of course, the forest floor was eerie and dark, it’s paths holding deadly animals and even deadlier plants, but as long as you stayed in your everlasting tree branch path, nothing could get to you except for a butterfly or bird. You had nothing to worry about; and you liked that fact.

You smiled as you finally reached your destination. Just one more jump, and you were there. Your eyes squared on your target; a single branch with a huge ray of sunshine rolling through the leaves and onto it. 

‘That’s just what I need right now, a pretty little piece of sun shining on-’ Your thoughts were cut off by a quiet snapping sound from under you.

You looked down, tuning in your hearing to make sure it wasn’t a wild creature making those noises below. But, oddly, there were no animals below your branch; no growls or sniffs made their way to your ears.

You closed your eyes, straining your pointed ears to hear whatever made the noise sound more vivid. 

You heard the noise again, but this time it was more clear and distinct.

And it was not an animal.

Your eyes snapped open, slowly lowering towards the branch you were standing on.

Crap.

That noise you were hearing was you. 

Well, more specifically it was your branch. You had left yourself to stand on it too long without jumping to the next one, and this tree was not a healthy one. It was as dead as a tree can be.

You should have probably noticed when you didn’t feel the rough bark under your feet, or the cold pine needles touching your palm as you kept yourself steady with the branch above your head. This tree had squishable bark, and no pine needles, except for a few brown ones here and there. 

You looked around, your head turning as fast as an owl, for any chance of possible escape. 

“One wrong move, and your a goner…” you told yourself, starting to over think the whole situation.

‘Okay, so if I try and grab that branch, I risk the chance of potentially breaking this branch in the process, leading me into the exact same position as I’ll be in if I don’t move from this branch. Maybe if I-no that’ll never work. Oh! I could- no, that won’t work either. C'mon, think (Y/N), think!' 

You heard another snap, not even looking down because you knew you would only freak you out more, and then you would-

You screamed loudly as the branch finally decided it couldn’t take the weight, and broke, sending you plummeting towards the ground, the bark ripping through your thin shirt as the splintering wood slithered into the cut on your back.

It all happened so fast. So fast that you couldn’t even think to reach out for the branch above you for support. 

Before you knew it, you were bracing yourself for the ground, deciding that it was better to have a broken ankle than a broken face. You flattened out your feet, tip toes wouldn’t do you any good, and shut your eyes tight, awaiting your broken foot, or possibly feet.

And, boy, did it come.

As soon as your feet hit the ground, your body crumbled to it’s knees. The pain was harsh as fire, and your back felt like someone had repeatedly ripped off skin and then poured lemon juice on it.

You screamed loudly, feeling behind your back to assess the damage. You flinched as soon as you fingeres reached it, biting your lip to keep yourself from being too loud. You moved your bright, naturally blue hair out of the way of the blood.

You pulled you fingers back towards you face as fear took hold of every bone in your body; it was worse than you had thought. Blood coated your fingers in deep red colored liquid and splintering wood stuck out in random places underneath your skin.

You took off your shirt, which was already falling off due to the huge rip that had found itself cutting the whole shirt in half, and tied it tightly around your back to help stop the blood that poured out in waves. It wasn’t much, but it would help a bit.

You then turned towards your legs and feet.

Your left leg seemed to be fine, but your right was slightly contorted to the left in a ghastly manner. You could see the bone slightly poking out of place, but it still wasn’t as bad as your back. You figured there was nothing you could do about it until you, somehow, reached your tree house.

After you checked the rest of yourself, with quite some difficulty due to your other two injuries, for any other existing “booboo"s, you looked around you.

You had fallen near a small path that looked like it was very certainly human made, and right next to it stood a tall, blooming dreamshade bush. 

You knew better than to stay out in the open with blood running down your back and an injured ankle, it would make you easy pray for any carnivore that came trotting along down the trail, so you crawled over to a large tree that hid your body well.

“It’s true…you’re actually real…” 

You turned around and screamed, seeing a boy dressed in all green standing by the bush you had just been observing. He had brown hair that was messily swooped to the side, and he wore a smirk that obviously said mischief.

It was Peter Pan.

He carefully approached you as you weighed your options. On one hand, you could try and run away, but you probably wouldn’t make it another night alive out here in the wild. On the other hand, you could choose to stay and probably get killed by Peter Pan for trespassing in Neverland.

You chose option number one; you knew the things he did to people he didn’t like, and you weren’t going to take any chances.

You looked at him with wide eyes, quickly backing up to get away as he reached towards you with big grabby hands.

He quickly squatted down, grabbing a firm hold on your upper thigh. He smirked at you as soon as you looked back at him, giving him the classic puppy dog eyes in hopes of letting you go free.

“Wow.” He admired, “You really are just as beautiful as they say…”

You shot him a confused look, before your eyes snapped down to his hand that was slowly crawling it’s way up to your hair. You hissed at him, drawing back from his hand and giving him a glare. You weren’t one to be touchy feely when it comes to other people.

“And your hair…and ears..and eyes…just like the stories…”

He reached out towards you and you growled lightly, but instead of drawing his hand back like last time, he pushed you further, and grabbed hold of a small section of your hair.

He shoved him back with your foot as he got a little too close for your liking. He stumbled back a little, before standing up. He raised his eyebrows, sending you a surprised, and a little taken aback, look.

You looked at him with a tiny bit of fear, knowing fully what he was capable of. You didn’t know what he was going to do, or say, but you knew based on the look he gave you, it wasn’t good. His eyes wandered down to the foot that had just kicked him away, “Your feet are…tiny, interesting…” 

He looked back up to your eyes, his own filled with wonder and excitement.

"Do you realise how long I’ve been looking for you? I saw you on the beach last year, you were getting some water, but the second you saw me…you ran…” he taunted, “Were you, perhaps, scared of me?”

You scoffed, mostly trying to cover up a flinch from the throbbing pain in your back, “ I know better than to fear you, for I am more graceful, tolerant, and faster than you’ll ever be!”

He smiled sinisterly, baring his teeth as he talked to you.

“Well, baby girl, I think your forgetting something…I mean, you said you were graceful, but I just watch you take that nasty fall from all the way up there!” He mocked, getting closer by the second. You snarled and became terrified, but you wouldn’t show him; you would stand up to him.

He swiftly sat down, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him, until you were placed in his lap, nose to nose,” You are no faster than I am, I just did this, now your stuck in my lap…with no way of escape, and,” he paused, pulling his face away from yours to push you off his lap. Your back smacked the ground, hard, and you screamed a blood curdling scream that was sure to scare the forest animals,” you are less tolerant than a baby…”

You began to cry silently, not from shame or embarrassment, but from pain. The way your back hit the ground right on your cut had taken a toll on you. Your whole back felt like it had dry ice ripped off of it. Of course, Pan didn’t know about the cut on your back; he assumed you fell with no harm.

“Now that we know who’s boss, I’ll be taking you with me to my camp.”

Your eyes bugged out of your skull; no way were you going with him after that, you’d rather a wild animal come and eat you alive in the dark of the forest ground.

You whimpered, curling up into a tight ball and wrapping your hands around your head as Pan reached out to touch you, not really sure why you were acting so strange all a sudden. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of making this easy, he was going to have to move you himself if he wanted you to go with him.

He stood up and brushed his pants off, walking around to your back side, seeing nothing but your tightly tied shirt that looked ripped up and scratched.

His brows pulled together in a confused look; what was wrong with your back? He didn’t see anything.

He looked over at your face, seeing your eyes squinted in extreme pain, your fists balled against your forehead as tears flowed heavily down your cheeks.

He figured the problem was behind the shirt, so he squatted down. His hands reached for the knot you had tied on you side, starting to undo it, when you jolted away from him, fear evident on your face.

"No, stay calm…” he muttered, reaching out to grab the knot on your side again.

"No! Get off! Stay off, or I’ll-I’ll slap you!” You cried, bring up your palm to show him you weren’t kidding.

He chuckled,” Was that a threat?”

"Y-yeah, yeah it was!”

"I think I can handle it…”

He grabbed onto the knot, pulling and twisting until it was finally undone. He grabbed it away, throwing it somewhere behind him as you looked at him horrifically. You were now laying in nothing but a bra and shorts, and you were as far away from happy as it gets.

As soon as he looked down again, he felt a harsh sting on his left cheek, followed by a loud,” WHACK!”

You had slapped him.

His face was priceless, as a smug one took over your face.

You DID warn him…

“Did you just SLAP ME?!”

You glared up at him with a smile taking over your face, satisfied withh what you had done. Hopefully, this would get the message across that you didn’t want his help.

"What do you think, pretty boy? Would YOU appreciate a stranger taking off your shirt? ” You snapped under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear you. He was already mad at you, he didn’t need more encouragement to hurt you.

He took a deep breath, using every ounce of control he had in him not to hurt, or kill, you. He had waited this long to find you and he wasn’t going to screw it up.

"Alright,” he let out the breath he had been holding in,” I just want to help you, and if you know what’s good for you you’ll let me. Otherwise, we’ll have to do it my way, and I don’t think EITHER of us want that…”

Your eyes went wide and you quickly shook your head back and forth. Whatever way his way was, you didn’t want to know.

"Good girl,” he smiled, bending down once again.

He tore his eyes from yours, moving them down to your back.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling for you, having someone behind you staring, supposedly, at your back. 

"Bloody hell, how did you manage to get a cut this big? I’ll have to take you back to my camp to get it wrapped up.” He told you as he brought a hand up to hold you steady.

"Pan…” you warned him.

It was too late, though. He brought up his other hand, and his finger just barely brushed it. It was enough to make you cry out and try to lung away from his hand.

He held you still, frowning a bit at your reaction.

"Ow!  Let me go! I can fix it myself!”

"No, no, it’s alright, calm down. I won’t do it again!”

He grabbed at your waist, once again setting you in his lap. His hands moved from your waist down to your thighs, holding you still. Your tiny hands banged on his chest, demanding to be let go.

He stood up, bringing you with him as he started to walk towards the path near where you fell.

You screamed, once again swatting your hands and kicking the leg that wasn’t injured. 

There was no way that he would take you with out a fight. He would have to work for this. He was going to have a better time cooperating with a monkey, and you were going to make sure of it.

You wiggled your hips, bucking and hitting him with anything you could.

"Baby girl, if I were you, I would REALLY consider stopping that, because right now I’m having a very hard time controlling something that you are, so innocently, bouncing on; and if you can’t find a way to control yourself, I might not be able to either…” he told you bluntly, smirking straight ahead as he saw your expreession.

You gaped at him, jaw nearly touching the dirt as your eyes widened.

Sure, you knew Pan wasn’t the most innocent person, but you had never expected him to say anything so dirty; so gross. It surprised you, to say the least.

After processing the whole situation, and how stupid you looked, your mouth snapped shut with an audible clank. You blinked at him, your mind mulling over a million thoughts all at once.

'Is he serious? I’m here trying to get away from him, and all he can think about is how he’s starting to get turned on by my struggling?!’

Your wide eyed stare turned into a harsh glare as you started to kick and hit him once again, the angered look on his face fueling you furthermore.

"That is not what I’m trying to do! You’re sick, Peter Pan! Put me down!”

He gritted his teeth together, grunting as he dropped you on the ground, much harder than you had wanted him to. You crumbled to the ground, your pain becoming worse by the minute.

After backing you up to one of the numerous trees that surrounded you, he crouched down to your eye level as he tried to look into your eyes. You turned your head away from his in a confident manner; not complying to his orders.

He was infuriated, never had he dealt with someone so disobedient in his whole life.

“Look. At. Me.” He commanded, roughly grabbing your chin and turning you to face him.

You were angry too, and decided to be annoying. You looked up, and from side to side, anywhere but his eyes, almost seeming to test his patience. He grabbed onto your shoulders, shaking them lightly to get your attention.

You still didn’t give it to him, your eyes suddenly finding the tree just over his shoulder the most interesting thing on Earth.

He leaned in towards your face, all but pressing his nose to yours as he spoke,” I will not tolerate your ignorance, nobody disobeys me.”

"Well, maybe it’s about time some one should!” You seethed, your lips pulling up into a dangerous sneer.

He looked like he was about to explode as he stood up, backing away from you a few steps. He looked down at his hands and smirked to himself, chuckling darkly as he brought his eyes to look back at your face. He continued staring until you started to feel uncomfortable.

"You, you sure are something, aren’t you?” He finally spoke after a minute or two.

You didn’t respond, staring up at him with the meanest look you could muster up. Your eyes were narrowed into slits, your nostrils slightly flared, and your teeth grinding together.

"You know, it’s not polite to stare,” You pointed out.

"Who said I was polite.”

He bent down, digging his hands under your legs and pulling you to him. He stood up straight and continued down the path like nothing had happened.

You didn’t protest this time; there was no point. He would get his way in the end, and there was no use in picking a fight you were going to lose. Your nuzzled your face into his shoulder; grumbling quietly to yourself so that Pan wouldn’t hear you. Your arms dangled over and around his shoulders; you might as well get cozy, because if you can’t beat him you might as well just go with it.

You could practically sense his smug little victorious smirk as you wrapped you ankles together behind him.

"Don’t get TOO comfortable, now. We’re almost there.”

“Who’s that, Pan?”

"Bloody Hell! Look at her hair!”

"Woah, do you see her ears?!”

"Pan, did you do that to her back?”

Were some of the various questions you heard as Pan sauntered into his camp, waving you around in his arms like a trophy. You could feel the stares of the lost boys burning holes into the back of your head.

You weren’t used to the multiple stares, you had never been stared at by so many people before. To be honest, the only other time you had EVER been stared at was today with Pan.

You missed the feeling of being free, not having to worry about the lost boys unwavering stares of amazement and awe. You wanted to go back to your trees.

You whimpered, burying your head into Pan’s neck, desperately trying to pull attention away from yourself. You felt him turn around so that you were facing the boys, bringing you fully out of your comfort zone.

"Hey, come on, “ Pan whispered in your ear ,”Open your eyes. The lost boys would love to see them, I’m sure. We won’t hurt you.”

You nodded, hesitantly pulling your head from the crook of his neck to face the lost boys. Slowly, you opened your eyes.

You looked around at the boys, seeing that their ages ranged from about nine to, what looked like, sixteen or seventeen.

“Boys, come take a look at her eyes. Be quiet, and gentle; she took quite the fall from that big tree,” Pan told them.

They all stepped closer, forming an even more cramped space around the two of you. You clutched onto Pan, holding on for dear life as you balled his shirt in your hands. This was not what you had thought you would be doing when you woke up this morning.

One of the boys got closer than the others, looking up to see your unique eye color as he smiled in amazement. You really hadn’t thought much about your hair or eyes until today; it was nothing special to you. 

He slowly reached up to touch the top of your head, only trying to touch your hair, but you took it the wrong way. You flinched away, trying to get out of Pan’s tight hold so that you could scurry away from the boys hand, away from the danger it might hold.

"Oh, just let them do it. They aren’t hurting anything, and plus they’ll just keep bugging you about it until you let them.” Pan muttered, gently pushing your head back towards the boy again.

The boy reached up again, hearing the conversation between you and Pan, and smoothed down the hair at the top of your head. He stroked your hair a couple times, his fingers combing through a few knots, before it trailed down to your ear.

You closed your eyes tightly as he tapped the pointy tip of your ear, still a bit sensitive about the whole human contact thing.

"Wow…” was all he managed to stutter out, “Your eyes are…purple and blue…and you hair and ears they’re-wow.”

Soon enough, there was a whole group of hands coming at you all at once, from above, and a few from below, touching, tugging, and petting. They were all over your head, some brushing through the back and front of your hair, others feeling up your ears.

You felt like some sort of animal at a petting zoo, or perhaps a child surrounded by old people. 

You couldn’t really complain, though. They were all extremely gentle, just as Pan told them to be, and it DID feel nice to have all of them brushing fingers through your silky hair and massaging your ears.

"Alright, boys, I am going to have to take her away for a bit to heal her. Don’t worry, though, you’ll see her again. She’ll be staying with us from now on. Felix, stay here.” Pan told them, earning a chorus of complaints and whines.

"Aww! Do we have to? Her hair’s so soft, it’s like petting a kitten!”

“Damn, she’s adorable! I just want to cuddle her!”

"She’s so hot, but innocent and cute at the same time…”

They all trudged off in different directions; some went to the woods, some went towards the huge bonfire, and others walked to their tree houses. A few turned back to look steal one last glance, before they too walked off. That is, all except one.

A tall boy with messy blonde hair stayed behind, waiting for the crowd of boys to disperse, before he strutted over. To say he was intimidating was an understatement, but his eyes held a certain kindness to them. Something that seemed to point out that he wasn’t too bad of a guy.

“What’d you need?” He asked Pan as he looked at you, offering you a big smile, which you cautiously returned.

Had these boys really been THAT happy to finally see you?

"I want you to know that she will be sleeping in my tree house, I don’t trust her quite yet, so hold off on making her a something to stay in, alright?”

"Got it, “ he replied, turning to walk to wherever he was going to go.

He started to take another step, before he nervously turned back around to stop Pan, "Wait!” 

Pan stopped walking and turned around to look at Felix, who walked over to where Pan stood. He stepped behind him so that he was facing you. Pan didn’t move, smiling to himself due to the fact that he knew what Felix was about to do. 

You looked at him with nervous eyes, confused as to what he was doing. He had yet to do the things the other lost boys had, and now it was his turn.

"Can I touch your hair, and ears?” He asked, smirking at you.

Your eyes softened and you let a small grin seize your lips, “Go for it.”

He dropped a hand down onto the top of your head, slightly messing up your hair, before he smoothed it down. He repeated this process three times before he took hold of the tip of your ear. Rubbing his thumb across the smooth skin a couple times, he felt he had had his fair share.

With a small nod of appreciation, he walked off.

Peter chuckled lightly,”Wasn’t that just adorable? Usually he’s more tough than that…”

Your tiny smile instantly fell from your face as you turned back around to look at his smug face, following it up with a small pout as you realised that he had just mocked Felix.

"Just because he’s actually nice to me doesn’t mean he’s any less 'tough’.” you stated sassily, scrunching your nose at him in disgust.

He glanced down at you, before the side of his mouth twitched up into a large smile. He once again lifted you higher onto him, situating you so that you were face to face with him. His hand let go of one of your legs, making you slide down a bit before you wiggled up again and held onto him tighter. Bringing the hand up to your face, he gently placed his pointer finger down upon your nose, before he removed it and latched onto your dangling leg again.

“That’s adorable too, but I’d much rather prefer you not give me that face, darling.” he announced after he had booped your nose.

That was a little cute, you had to admit, but you still couldn’t stand the fact that he was now walking towards his tent with you in his arms. He was evil, he had no sense of respectable manners, and he could literally do anything he wanted to do with you and you would have no way of stopping him. Sure, he had shown you some kindness, but he had also shown you his bad side.

The closer you got to the rather large treehouse, the more nervous you got. Once you were in that little prison, there was no more jumping from the trees, no more sunny leaves brushing against your face, no more freedom.

The two of you reached the roughly made ladder that lead to the cabin that was situated between the largest tree branches. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to flip like gymnasts, making you even more terrified to climb the ladder that lead to your certain detainment.

“Pan, please, please,” you begged, “I just want to go back to my camp, I can fix myself, just…please.”

You were desperate now, this was your actual last chance to go home. If the 'sad lost kitten’ act didn’t work, nothing would. You had tried everything else; there was nothing else you could do.

He looked down at you with a are you kidding me look, before replying, ”We already went over this once, love, you can’t even stand, much less take care of yourself. Now, hold on tight and keep your back away from the ladder, we don’t want it any more irritated than it already is.”

You pursed your lips in frustration as a small noise made it’s way from the back of your throat. Your hands reached out and grabbed on to the back if his neck, tugging on the hair in anger; like a child having a tantrum would. You tightened your legs around him and arched your back so that it wouldn’t touch the splintery wood of the ladder. 

You felt him swallow a wad of spit that had formed in his mouth, before he began his journey up the ladder.

You felt the red invade your cheeks as soon as he started to climb up. You could feel every move he made, every flex of his muscle, every breath on the back of your neck, every stretch of his stomach. Everything. 

After a few more minutes of climbing, he finally reached the top. You had expected him to at least be a little bit out of breath, but he seemed perfectly fine physically; he wasn’t even tired. He just continued to walk towards the bed without a slightest bit of exhaustion.

He set you down on your knees on the bed, allowing you, with some difficulty, to situate yourself into a comfortable position. After some struggles, you finally managed to find a position where you laid comfortably on your stomach with your arms on either side of you. 

Even though the bed was like laying on a cloud, you still weren’t comfortable. You were nervous for the pain about to be bestowed upon you by whatever idea Pan had for fixing up your back, sure, but the reason you were uncomfortable was mostly because you were now stuck in the demon’s play house. Trapped is what you were, and that was how it would stay.

“You and I both know that this won’t feel the best, but it’s better than infection…” he trailed off, searching for something on the big shelf that was full of potions, books, and tiny treasures from all over the island.

He finally found what he was looking for, and slid it out from underneath the pile of books that had managed to find themselves place on top of the box.

He blew some of the thick layers of dust off of the object, and placed it next to your feet on the edge of the bed. On the top of the metal box in bold, blood red letters, was the name labeled 'First Aid Kit’. Grabbing onto the handles of the thing, he yanked it open, sending a few bottles and boxes to fling through the air and land on the bed next to you.

"Uhhhh,” you questioned wearily, “These look a little, umm, old…”

Your hand was shaking up a small bottle of something, once liquid, that was used to heal up cuts or burns, creating a tiny chatter as the dehydrated crust from inside jumbled and quivered about.

Your eyes darted from the bottle to him, eyebrows furrowing in uncertainty as your lips pulled tight against your cheeks in a bitter manner. He took the glass from your hands, examining it closely as he gave it a shake. His face hinted that he was deep in thought as he glared at the tiny object clasped tightly in his hands.

"Yeah, it does seem like it could be restocked…but, umm, I guess we’ll have to use a different method of healing, then.” He stated.

He picked up the other few stray bottles that had flown from the first aid kit, packing them tightly where they were before, and stuffing the box back into it’s hiding place among the various books and treasures of his shelf.

He turned around, bringing his hands up from his sides and creating a thunderous clap. He rubbed his hands together as if it were cold, bringing them up to his plump lips to blow on them, all the while staring at you like he did the first time he had seen you.

"I still can’t believe I even found you, after searching all those years…”

He looked at you with amazement and joy in his bright green eyes. To you he looked like an excitable young boy on Christmas, though you doubted he actually knew what that was. His face, to an untrained eye, would have been put in the same category as bored or angry. But, to you, his eyes strained to let out happy emotions emit through his facial structure. They were widened a bit more than when he was mad earlier, and on his face, carved into the foundation of it, was the smallest hint of a smile. Twinkling eyes that were slightly squeezed together at the end told you a different story than what his bland, almost unreadable face shouted. His eyes almost resembled the forest, actually, and maybe that was what made you so…distracted by them.

“Anyway! This is gonna be very…interesting. I haven’t used my powers to heal people in a very long while. Let’s try it, shall we, love?”

((TO BE CONTINUED))

[anything-imagines]

Stress: Peter Pan Imagine

Warnings: None

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“C'mon! You have to focus! Keep your eyes on me and don’t move from your fighting stance. Don’t lose eye contact!” 

“Felix, I can’t!” You groaned, throwing your arms in the air dramatically before dropping them to your sides and slouching your back,” I’m too tired! Not to mention it’s, like, a million degrees, it’s humid, and, oh yeah! It’s raining!”

He sighed in defeat,” You’re hopeless,” he huffed,” No more for today, go get some food and rest up for tomorrow.”

“Thank goodness…” You muttered under your breath, rolling your shoulders in a desperate attemt to ease the constant soreness erupting from your muscles.

With a roll of his eyes, he started to trudge his way through the mud and back to camp, with you hot on his trail.

Three days ago you had arrived on Neverland; covered in sand and your hair greasy from the salty ocean air, a piece of stray seaweed braided around your leg. You were dazed and confused, not knowing a single thing about where you were. You had started to freak out, almost on the verge of a panic attack. That was, until Peter Pan himself showed up, practically forcing you to go with him to his camp.

You could say Neverland was NOTHING like you expected it to have been, but, what really struck you as odd was what Pan wanted you to do the moment you woke up the next day.

*Flashback*

Your eyes snapped open as you received a harsh kick to your ribs. Growling you rubbed your eyes and sat up.

“What?” you barked at whoever had, so rudely, woken you from your peaceful dream world.

"Get up.” The recognizable voice ordered, “Your learning self-defense with Felix. I don’t wanna have to protect you all the time.”

‘Psht, what? I don’t need to be ‘protected all the time’! I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much!’ You thought.

You would’ve said something, but decided against it, too tired to even fight back. You got up from your 'bed’, which was actually just a couple blankets and a pillow on the ground, and got ready.

Little did you know it would be a very…painful and sore day ahead.

*End of Flashback*

"That’s the most important thing you need to know on this island; how to protect yourself. As long as you can do that, you’ll make yourself right at home here.” You remember him saying to you with that signature accent, giving you a mischievous little smirk.

You rolled your eyes at the memory.

"What’s got you all upset, babe?” Felix asked, chuckling quietly as he saw you glare at him for using the stupid nickname the lostboys had decided to call you.

"Nothing, just thinking.” 

“Yeah, okay…” he said cheekily, giving you a tiny grin as you reached the camp.

Just as you were entering, Pan strutted over to you guys. He stopped right in front of the two of you, before giving you the same look a mother would give her child after they had rolled in the garbage.

"And what happened to you two?” he questioned, turning to you, looking you up and down before taking a step towards you. He towered over you small, mud covered, frame, looking as scary as ever. You, being the little sensitive creature you are, took a small step behind Felix, cowering underneath his harsh glare. He smiled darkly at you before looking back to Felix. 

You breathed an audible sigh of relief, making Pan’s grin a tad bit wider.

"Show her to the waterfall that she can get all the mud off in, then bring her back to my tent.” Pan bossed, glancing down at you.

Your heart rate picked up. What was he going to do to you?! He could kill you if he wanted to. Or he could do other things… 

You looked up at him with wide eyes, shaking your head slightly to try and get him to change his mind. He, again, only smiled down at you.

'Oh, I’ll get that stupid little-’

Your thoughts were cut off by a small tug on the inside of your elbow.

You stopped glaring at Pan and looked over, seeing Felix pull you towards a small path that led to the waterfall. You followed behind as a billion thoughts raced through your mind.

'What is he going to do?’

'I could be tortured or-or I could be killed, heck, I could even be possessed by Pan!’

'I can’t just let this happen! I have to do something!’

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After you had gotten rid of the dirt and mud that had gotten on you during the course of the day, and air drying for about a half hour, you and Felix made your way back to camp. 

Your mind was going crazy at this point, and you had pretty much just accepted the fact that he would probably do something bad to you. 

You had made one decision though, a plan if you will; You will NOT do ANYTHING he says. You are going to stay silent and cross your arms. You, most certainly, will not answer to him.

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“Hey, (Y/N), Peter said he wanted you to go to his tent after we got back.” Felix told you as you walked into your camp.

"But-”

"No buts, now go on, to his tent you go.” 

You glared at him, sticking you tongue out like a small child would.

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After he had gotten fed up with you, he finally just decided to corner you to the entrance of Pan’s tent, all but shoving you the whole way.

This didn’t go without complaining from you, of course.

"I don’t want to, I mean, what if he murders me in there!” you whined.

Felix rolled his eyes at you,” Pan may not be the nicest apple on the tree, but he wouldn’t go as far as to kill an innocent girl, especially a pretty girl like you.” 

You were flattered by the comment, but that didn’t make you want to go in there any more than you did before.

Then, before you knew what was going on, your back hit a cloth surface.

Felix smiled devilishly at you before saying,” Have fun!” and opening the tent’s flap, giving you a harsh shove through the door.

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You landed on your butt with a small thud.

"Ow!” you called through the tent, an absolutely pissed off look taking over your face. 

You stood up, brushing particles of dirt off of your freshly cleaned pants. To say you were mad that you were tricked would be an understatement. You were furious.

After checking to make sure you had no dirt anywhere else, you looked up. Standing there, with the most intimidating smile on his face, was Pan. And he looked thoroughly amused.

It was at that moment that you remembered your plan; No talking or reacting.

"Well, well, well, look what the Felix dragged in…” he stated, taking a large step towards you. 

You simply stared at him blankly, putting most of your weight on one leg and crossing your arms. You were trying to be as intimidating as possible, but Pan probably thought you looked more like a grumpy bunny ready to attack him with your fluffy might.

“Oh! So were going to play that game! Fine, whatever you want, baby girl-” he started, then realized something and raised one of his perfect eyebrows,” You alright there?”

You gave him a confused look, before realizing what you were doing, then your face went back to bitch mode.

"What do you mean?” you spat, taking a step back as he took a large step towards you.

"Well, you seem kinda tense? And your walking a bit bow legged? You also keep rolling your shoulders and switching your weight from one leg to the other…are you sore from the training I’m having you do?” He cooed mockingly.

You scoffed, “How is that any of YOUR business?”

He only laughed at you.

"What now?!”

“You’re adorable when your angry…” he stated, looking you up and down before sighing,” Alright, lay down.”  

"What!? No!” You exclaimed, trying to claw your way through the doors of the tent.

He watched in amusement, eyes twinkling and a small devious smile playing on his lips. 

"Calm down, love, just go lay down on your stomach.” he sent you a flirtatious wink,”let’s play…”

You didn’t reply, still trying to escape.

"There has to be a way out! Let me out now Peter or I sware-HELP! HELP ME!” you desperately cried, breathing becoming more intense, “Felix, help! Please! Let me out of here!”

He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, “They’re all sleeping and I put a spell on my tent, no one can hear you, little dove, now are you going to cooperate or do I have to put you in this bed myself?” 

You looked at him wide eyed. You had long since dropped the tough girl act. All you wanted now was to be free from this tent.

"N-N-No!” You shouted.

"No, what?”

“No!” 

He looked down at his bare feet for a moment, before mumbling to himself something, so quietly you couldn’t hear him.

"W-what?” You stuttered out of nervousness.

He then looked up at you and then back down again, continuing to mumble to himself.

You, being the curious soul you are, leaned in a bit closer to try and make out any words you could.

That’s when he lunged for you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest, spinning you around so that the backs of your knees hit the side of the bed. 

You were surprised at first, but quickly got over your initial shock and began to squirm.

You wiggled your hips, bringing your hands down to his, that were sitting on your waist, and tried to pry them off. You looked up at him, pleading him to let you go.

"No! Please! I’m sorry! I’ll listen to you next time, and I won’t give you attitude! Just, please, let me go!”

After saying this, you became desperate but you were still fighting. In one last, final try to get him off, you tried to bring up a leg to where the “sun don’t shine” This backfired completely, he quickly brought one hand down and pushed your leg back down, giving you the opportunity to use one arm to slap him.  Before you could do this, though, he brought one of his feet behind you, pushing down on the backs of you knees, making them buckle.

You both fell onto the bed, him on top of you and your feet hanging off the bed.

He was quick to crawl up your front, pulling you up so you were now situated properly on the bed, and straddle your hips. You kept trying to kick him and slap him, but you actions were now just sloppy and easy to predict, after all, you were still sore from your self defense class.

“Now. Turn. Around.” He said in your face,” I like the sound of that.” He said staring into your terrified eyes. 

You gulped and shook your head, not speaking in fear of your voice being hoarse or too weak.

He groaned, “If you move your arms or try to slap me again, there will be consequences. Got it, love?” 

He slowly released his grip on your wrists, making sure you wouldn’t flip out again.

He trailed his hands down to your hips, grabbing hold of both sides, then lifted himself a bit from where he was sitting on you so that he was now, still straddling you, but far enough away to flip you over himself.

And that’s what he did.

You gasped lightly as he did this, then sat back down, this time he sat right on your butt.

"Hey,” you growled,” that is NOT a seat.”

He chuckled, then you heard him crack his fingers. 

"What are you-”

This time, you were cut off by the feeling of his fingers digging into your back and shoulders, literally melting away the soreness. 

"See, little dove! Not so bad, eh?”

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! YOU GOT ME ALL WORKED UP OVER THIS!”

He chuckled, bringing his hands dangerously close to your boobs as he continued to massage you back and shoulders.

"Hey! Watch those wandering fingers, jerkface!”

THE END

((Haha! Its 1:32 in the morning right now, so this might be really bad or confusing so…))

((Love ya! Please request))

[pattisficrecs]

MASTERLIST

REQUESTED

Peter Pan

You Look Stunning

Angel

Secret Love

Stay With Me

Learning How To Love

Running Back To You

Little Do You Know

Someone Could Love You More

Felix

Mother and Father Part One

Mother and Father Part Two

For A Reason

Find The Lost Girl

ORIGINALS

Peter Pan

June Haverly

[yes-peterpan-robbiekayimagines]

Peter Pan-Eyes up here

Title: Eyes up here

Pairings: Peter Pan x reader

Word count:1047

Request:Can you plz do one where Peter walks in on reader changing? Smut is optional.

Request:You probably get like alot of request but here i goo so sorry, but can i get a strong reader who hates pan and they both argue alot but then one day reader gets hurt and peter tends her and then they realize their true feelings but doesn’t tell each other and then you can solve the rest…(smut pls, if you can add it of course)

You and Pan didn’t get the best start. You kinda got off on the wrong foot… you both hated each others guts. Well, you thought it was hate; turns out it was love but you were both so far from having felt love before you mistook if for hate.

You knew somewhere that you secretly cared for Pan, you knew that deep down you wanted nothing more than to be with him, for him to protect you and keep you safe but you also knew that would never happen.

You were placing your dagger into your belt, chewing on your apple as you prepared to go hunting with the Lost boys.

“Sure you should be going, Love. Wouldn’t want you to break a nail’‘Peter jibed, his voice going right through you.

You closed your eyes, breathing in a rigid breath as you turned around too see him leaned against a bamboo tree, arms crossed over his chest and a lazy smirk drawn over his features.

’'Awh, you care. How sweet. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep safe’'You mocked in a sickly sweet voice, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. You winked at him before tossing him your bitten apple and making your way into the woods.

You had no idea that Peter was standing there with a grin on his face, a smirk that was calm and happy. You words had effect on him, the pet name that was meant to be a sign of mockery had made his heart rocket into his mouth and your lips had left a tingling on his cheek.

Peter shrugged off the feeling, biting into the bitten apple and continuing on his day.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Peter was knelt on the ground, one leg perched up like always as his thick brows furrowed in. He smoothed his slender fingertips over his chin, pausing as he tried to think.

He looked back and fourth at the ground and the strange root that was growing in their camp. Peter had decided to busy himself on the plants of Neverland, trying to distract himself from his instinct.

Peter never ignored his instinct but he couldn’t quite place this one. He had a weird sensation roll through him, a bad bad feeling about something but he wasn’t sure what so he tried to get his mind off it by tending to the land itself.

It wasn’t until Peter heard his name being yelled and hurried footsteps that he realised he should have listened. Peter turned around, his mouth dropped when he saw a bloodied you being carried in Felix’s arms.

Peter sprinted over, never having ran so fast in his life. He feared you were dead but sighed in relief when he saw you were still breathing. He took Felix out of his arms, holding you closely to his chest that was now coated in your blood.

’'How long has she been like this?’'Peter asked, keeping himself calm and collected though his eyes were dark.

’'Only a few minutes, I brought her back as soon as it happened’'Felix answered, panting as he watched over his friend. Peter continued to walk with you, turning around and looking at Felix.

’'And the others?”

“There still hunting the boar. I told them to keep going’'He panted, bracing his hands against his kneecaps.

’'Good’'Peter nodded, turning around to head for the forest. ’'Go join them. She’ll be okay”

Peter made his way to the waterfalls, avoiding the poison as he waved his hand and brushed aside the brushes. He set you down, lowering you gently before he walked in and used a carved bowl of wood to gather water.

“Peter’'You whimpered, blood sprawling around your figure as you wheezed. Peter walked back out, his eyes softening as he knelt beside you, his heart ached for you as he finally realised it wasn’t hatred he held for you.

’'I’m here’'He whispered, lifting your head up so it rested on his lap. ’'I’m right here, Sweetheart. Drink this’'Peter encouraged, tilting back the bowl to your lips.

You gasped and spluttered on the water but Peter clamped a hand around your mouth.

’'I know, I know. Shh… you’re alright, I’ve got you’'He soothed, waiting until he felt your throat swallow down the disgusting water. You finally swallowed, gasping for air when he moved his hand.

You watched as your wound slowly healed, the blood absorbing back. You slumped against the rocks, sighing out as Peter sat next to you and watched you.

You both headed back for camp, stumbling a little out of weakness but surprising Peter was always there to catch you and make sure you never fell.

You made your way into your tent, scrunching your nose up at the blood that coated your shirt. You lifted your arms, peeling off your bloody shirt and stepping out of your trousers.

”(Y/-“

You jumped, spinning around in just your underwear when you heard his voice. ’'Pan!’'You shrieked, trying to cover yourself up when you noticed his eyes racking over your body with a smirk on his face.

His brows shot up as he grinned at you, a approved look on his face. ’'Not to bad’'he teased.

’'perv’'You growled, turning your back and stepping into fresh jeans since he wasn’t going to go anywhere. After you had put your top on your turned around to see Peter was sitting on your bed.

’'Enjoying the show?’'You grunted, rolling your eyes when his eyes were still glued to your body. He licked his pink lips before grinning up at you.

’'very’'he purred, winking at you. A serious look dawned over his face as he walked towards you. You started to step back, hitting the back of the wall as his hand caressed your cheek.

”(y/n). When Felix had you in his arms…covered in your blood and I- I thought you were dead…I felt something. Something I hadn’t felt in a very long time and I know now that it’s not hate that I hold for you’'He whispered, his thumb rubbing over your lower lip.

“It’s love’'He mumbled, his eyes flickering to your eyes and lips. You closed your eyes when his lips met yours, moulding perfectly and coaxing yours open.

’'Don’t ever do that to me again’'Peter sighed, resting his forehead against yours after he pulled back.