Snaps Peter Would Send You

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Tyler Galpin x Reader Pt. 5– An Interruption

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! It has been a busy week, and I have been sick. Anyways, I wanted to try something a little different today, so this is more from Tyler’s POV. I hope you enjoy!

Link to Pt. 4

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Coming to the Weathervane became a daily routine for you after your first date with Tyler. You would walk in, take the booth closest to the counter, and pull out your homework while Tyler brought over the usual: a hot chocolate and a croissant. Both of you looked forward to seeing each other every afternoon.

At times, when it was a quiet day, Tyler would have a few moments to sit with you as you worked, and though you enjoyed his company more than anything, it was Tyler who truly felt at peace once you walked into the shop. He would never tell you outright– he was afraid that being too forward would scare you off– but seeing you was the best part– his favorite part– of every day. You were his escape from school, from work, from home. You brought him so much peace without even trying.

“Whatcha workin’ on today?” he asked, lowering himself onto the booth across from you. You looked up through your eyelashes in a way that made his heart flutter no matter how many times you did it.

“Just some notes on this book we are reading. Not much other homework tonight,” you responded, looking more relaxed than usual. On some days, Tyler would watch as your brows pulled together in frustration over confusing material. Other days, the exhaustion would make itself known in your shoulders and under your eyes. Though you always smiled at him when you came in, it worried him that your school work often became too much for you.

“Oh, good,” he responded, grinning. “Then you have time for a walk at the end of my shift?”

You answered with a simple nod, then pulled his right hand across the table. After a moment of confusion, he realized that you were drawing a smiley face onto his wrist with the pen you were using to take notes.

It wasn’t fair, he thought, that something so small, so silly, could make him want to melt into the very booth.

When you were done, he held your hand in his, squeezed twice, and stood up to clean up behind the counter.

From there, he could sneak peaks at you as you both worked. He loved the slight side smile that tugged at your lips when you read, and the way you shook our hair out of your eyes even though it always fell back into the same place. He loved that your toes tapped against the linoleum floor when you got impatient, and the way little red flowers blossomed across the table when you were frustrated. He loved the way you’d pull your sweater up to cover your nose on particularly chilly afternoons, and the way yellow wood sorrel petals would slither from under your sleeves when he managed to say something particularly suave. But most of all, he loved when you’d catch him watching you, for two reasons:

1, because you looking at him meant that you were thinking about him too, and

2, because it gave him a chance to smile into those calm y/e/c eyes for a moment– to get completely caught up in all of you, even if the two of you were across the room from each other.

When the two of you looked at each other like that, the rest of the world felt so much brighter.

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“We can walk down a few blocks, make a left, and do a big circle, and then I can walk you back to school,” Tyler suggested, shrugging on his jacket outside of the coffee shop. You were glad his shifts never ended too late; it meant that you got to have full conversations with him afterward instead of talking to him at work when he was busy with orders.

Walks like these were much easier than the first. After all that you’d told him, Tyler didn’t bring up your past. He assumed you would tell him anything you wanted him to know in time. Instead, the two of you gushed over books, played new songs for each other, and talked about nothing.

It was perfect.

“Sounds good,” you said now, and you blushed when he smiled at you. The two of you made to walk down the sidewalk, only to be stopped short by a man in a dark uniform turn the corner from the small parking lot and begin walking toward you.

“Tyler,” the man said gruffly, then, upon seeing you holding Tyler’s hand, paused. He cleared his throat before continuing.

“I, uh, who is this?”

You smiled a lopsided half-smile, but looked down at the hem of your skirt. Tyler shifted his weight uncomfortably. He hadn’t expected to see his father until much later that night.

“Uh, dad, this is y/n. Y/n,” he said, turning to you, “this is my dad, Donovan.” You nodded and smiled wider, but in focusing so hard on not bursting into flower petals where you stood, you failed to say anything.

“Well, it’s, uh, it’s nice to meet you, y/n,” Mr. Galpin said. After a moment of awkward silence, he took a step forward and leaned in slightly.

“Listen, Tyler, I don’t mean to, uh, interrupt, but I came to get you. We need to get home and talk. It’s important.”

Now was anything but the time to call him home, he thought, cringing at the thought of you seeing him be dragged home by his dad.

“Can it wait? I promised y/n I’d walk her home–”

“Ty, now’s not really the time to argue,” Mr. Galpin responded quickly, and though the urgency was clear in his voice, his dismissal of his son seemed to ring in your ears. Tyler had mentioned a few times that he didn’t get along well with his father, but seeing the strain on their relationship in front of you felt entirely different.

“But, dad, it’s already dark. She can’t just–”

“Fine, we will drive her home, and then you will come home with me.” The officer turned on his heel and began walking in the direction from which he came, clearly expecting you both to follow.

Once you were tucked into the back of the cruiser with Tyler, which was just as uncomfortable as it looked, Mr. Galpin asked you where you wanted to be dropped off.

“Uh, the front gates at Nevermore are fine,” you said quietly. Mr. Galpin immediately stiffened, and you knew you’d said the wrong thing.

“You… you’re a Nevermore student?” he asked. Tyler wanted desperately to be anywhere else, and his anger burned hot on his face. It took a long time for you to respond.

“Yes,” was all you said. The rest of the ride was completely silent.

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Tyler didn’t know which was more intense at the moment, his anger at his father for being so rude to you, or his embarrassment at not being able to do anything about it. He’d watched with a lame, apologetic grimace on his face as Mr. Galpin kept his gaze from you and sped away from Nevermore.

The moment you were out of sight, he swiveled his head so his gaze was no longer out the window at you, but instead on his father.

“What is the problem?” he asked, though he wished he’d had the courage to ask it more belligerently.

“We’ll discuss it when we get home,” Mr. Galpin reminded, but Tyler rolled his eyes.

“No, not the problem from before. You seem to have a problem with y/n. You all but ignored her the whole ride!”

His father huffed before speaking.

“I don’t understand why you are so set against me, Tyler,” was all he said. Tyler put his head in his hands.

“What are you talking about?” the boy asked, his fingers threatening to pull strands of hair from his scalp in frustration. Mr. Galpin never took his gaze away from the road.

“I let you have that silly little job at the coffee shop, I let you keep your secrets with that ridiculous therapist you see, and now you want me to let you hang around with a bunch of delinquents? How do you think everyone else in this town will see me now that you’ve spent your time in public with that girl?”

Speechless, Tyler felt the tension between them bubble as Mr. Galpin turned right onto a quiet road.

“You,” he said after a few agonizingly awkward moments, “You can’t seriously feel that way about Nevermore students.” Mr. Galpin scoffed.

“Are you kidding? Tyler, just go hang out with normal kids. Why do you always have to make things difficult?”

For the first time in a long time, Tyler had felt at ease in Jericho; you had brought so much calm everywhere you went, despite your ability to get flustered easily. And now his father expected him to give it up?

“I’m not making anything difficult! She’s my—“

He stopped himself short, and quickly steered the course of the sentence in a different direction, silently promising to revisit the exciting idea of you as his girlfriend another time.

“—friend,” he finally managed. “The best friend I’ve had in a long time. You can’t just—“

“Yes, I very well can!” interjected the officer mercilessly. “That girl, that thing, things like her, they make nothing but trouble for me in this town, and I don’t need my son getting any more awful ideas from them.”

Thing?

The brunet felt stung. Breathless at his father’s language. He’d heard him say things like this before, but not about anyone other than his son. To hear him speak so wretchedly of you made his hands shake in anger and agitation.

“Let me out of the car,” Tyler said slowly. A wry chuckle passed Mr. Galpin’s lips.

“No, I told you, we have—“

“Let me out, now,” Tyler demanded. His father’s brows furrowed with rage, but he had no time to respond, because in a moment, Tyler’s hand was clasped around the door handle and pushing the door open.

“Boy, close the damn door!” the sheriff shouted, but his son was already unbuckled. He had no choice but to stop the car so as to keep Tyler unharmed. The moment the tires stopped rolling on the pavement, Tyler was out, the door slamming behind him with a loud C R A C K !

Mr. Galpin laid his head on his hands as they rested on the steering wheel, willing himself not to cry out in frustration.

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A/N: okay so that was a little more angsty than I originally planned, but I’m enjoying this, and I hope y’all are too!

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Masterlist

Awake: For centuries, his existence on Neverland had felt like a dream. Everything was foggy until she came. She made him feel awake.

          Part 1 | Part 2

Enemies in Neverland: reader and Pan are enemies who won’t admit they like each other.

          Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Cursed Pan: the reader and Pan are under the curse in Storybrook, but what happens once it is lifted?

Falling: Pan agrees to let you free of Neverland if you resist falling for his charm. 

One Last Night: the reader agrees to go to Neverland if Pan promises her one last night at home. 

Our Secret: Felix and the reader sneak around with each other.

          Revised (NSFW)

Tickle Fight: sweet Peter has a tickle fight with the reader. 

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Theo Nott x Reader

you and theo used to be close, until one day you weren’t, and he can’t get your attention in any other way than being mean to you

angst, angst, angst

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I’m so fucking sorry, I’m so fucking sorry

I’ve been playing somebody and it’s helping nobody

And now I’m sick, throwing fists

And I have seen you in my head every fucking day since I left

— 11 minutes, yungblud

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“Hey,” you mumbled to him, getting no answer, as per usual, and as always, he wondered if you’d ever stop saying hi to him on a Thursday morning before Potions.

Apparently not.

Draco sat infront of you, and mumbled a “shit!” before turning to you, “Y/N did you finish the assignment?”

“Oh… um, no,” you forgot about all your assignments lately. Theo occupied your mind way too much.

“What did you expect, that her dumb ass did it?” Theo mumbled and shoved his own finished paper at Malfoy. Your heart dropped and even Draco gave him a puzzled look. The friend group knew you and Theo stopped talking, they didn’t know most of the things he said to you tho.

But he shrugged it off, not caring much, and turned around to quickly copy the homework.

You stay quiet, practically not moving an inch, lost in your own head. You hear Theo smirk next to you. “Don’t act so surprised, it’s true,” he whispered.

You ignore him, knowing any word coming out of your mouth would be a stutter. You looked down on your own paper, deciding to at least try finish some of it before the class starts.

You read the first question and don’t even finish reading it, your eyes instead glued on your shaky hand. Theo notices too. “Aww,” he pouts, “don’t tell me you are upset now.”

“Fuck off Theo,” you finally say back, your voice breaking before saying his name. You never thought you’d be saying his name like this. With so much sorrow.

He lets out a silent laugh, “Do you wanna know what the funniest thing is?”

“No.”

“You can’t help but say hi to me every time. You hate me yet you seek me out every chance you get, hoping I’ll talk to you. It’s honestly amusing.” His voice was sharp.

You stay silent for a moment, gathering yourself up, hoping you won’t break. “Maybe I should stop.” You finally say. Not even denying anything he just said. It was the truth. You both knew it was. It just hurt as hell.

He laughs. “Now why would you do that? You would be so lonely without the only human interaction you keep so desperately hoping for. Plus you’d have no one to annoy.”

You don’t answer him. There are thoughts racing through your mind, you want to tell him so badly to go to hell, but you just don’t manage to say anything.

He leans closer to you, and whispers, just a little lower than his previous words, “You sure you don’t wanna tell me what’s on your mind?”

“You know,” you say, but don’t look at him, feeling anger gather in you as well, “you talk way too fucking much for someone who’s annoyed by me and wants me out of their life.” This time you do. You glare at him.

He looks you in the eye for a moment, and then smirks. “But I like to annoy you. You’re just too easy to rile up. It’s pathetic.”

You break eye contact with him again. It was the first time in a long time you even looked him in the eye, and you managed to feel tears staining your cheeks. You didn’t want him to see it. And in that very moment, you felt your heart truly break. Your teacher appeared in the door the very second you grabbed your bag and got up.

“Ah, miss Y/N—“

“Sorry,” your voice broke as you walked past the teacher.

“That’s a shame, she didn’t finish the paper,” the teacher mumbled as he was taking all the papers from his students.

“She left it here,” Theo said and gave him the paper Draco managed to sneak back to him a second ago.

“Hm. And your paper, Mr. Nott?”

“I forgot about it… sorry.”

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Something Theo told you this morning broke you. You’ve slowly been breaking for the last few months, whenever he’d ignore you, look away from you, not answer you or use cruel words, a little bit of you died. And there was nothing left after today.

You cried in your room for hours, thinking about when it all got so fucked up. You used to be close friends, taking classes together, going to the Forbidden forest together, he liked you enough to introduce you to his friends, even. One time he even got in a fight for you when some ass from Gryffindor tried to touch you.

Eventually you ended up kissing a few times, and stealing touches, and before you knew it he spent a few nights in your room, keeping you warm and whispering sweet promises that meant absolutely nothing now.

And then it stopped. Just like that. At first he ignored you, and then the cruel words came in, and it kept getting worse, all up until today.

Who knows how you even ended up here, in the middle of a Slytherin party, drowning in yet another drink.

“Hey, don’t you wanna calm down with that?” Draco laughed next to you and grabbed the cup from your hands. You gave him a quick look and reached for a new cup, and almost drank the whole thing again. “Nope.”

“Right. My guess is it’s to do with Nott?”

“Who?”

“Very funny,” he rolled his eyes and grabbed your back to stop you from falling. “Well, if you are over him, Cormac has been asking about you.” Theo almost broke his nose when he asked him, but Draco didn’t tell you that. It would be to no good.

“I can put a word in for myself, thank you,” Cormac suddenly appeared by your side and snuck his arm around your waist. Draco rolled his eyes and disappeared.

“What the fuck was that?!” Theo jumped in front of him and shoved him without thinking.

“Calm down,” Draco shrugged him off and took another sip from the cup he confiscated earlier. “It’s at least gonna be funny,” he nodded to Cormac leaning over your body and mumbling something to you.

“No the fuck it won’t,” Theo growled at him. He looked at you again, and the way Cormac was practically all over you… didn’t you mind?

Gosh, you were so infuriating, did you know that?

He noticed the way your hand brushed over Cormacs, and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach as well.

He noticed the way he kept telling you some bullshit and the way you giggled. And he thought to himself don’t you dare kiss him.

He swore he saw you look at him for just a second, like your eyes searched for him in the crowd, but before he could even process that, you were the one pulling Cormac in for a kiss.

You kissed Cormac. And it felt… wrong. Every single second of that kiss you were just thinking that he’s not Theo. How kissing Theo felt right, and how wrong this feels. You felt his hands on your hips and you felt like crying and breaking down again at the thought of Theo. Why couldn’t it be him?

You felt your eyes water again, but before you could pull back, someone pulled Cormac back so roughly he turned around immediately, and you just saw Theo slam his arm down on Cormacs face. And keep beating and kicking him until his friends dragged him away.

You felt furious. You grabbed his shoulder and turned him to you. “What the fuck Theo?!”

“You kissed him! I fucking—“

“And why the FUCK DO YOU CARE?!” You yelled at him, screaming in frustration. You saw him freeze in his spot for a moment.

He gathered his breath. “Because… you’re mine.”

This time you were the one to laugh at him. For the first time in months he heard your laugh and it didn’t sound as pretty as it used to. At all. “No, I’m fucking not. You keep hurting me, the only thing you do is hurt me and laugh at me, I don’t want to be yours. I wanted to, I really did…” you looked him in the eye, and found your voice breaking again, “but you pushed me away.”

He grabbed your arm, squeezing it in desperation, “You wouldn’t have kissed Cormac, would you? Tell me, why did you kiss him?”

“I don’t know…”

He raised his voice at you. “Don’t lie to me!”

You felt your eyes tearing up again. You tried to get away from his grip, all you wanted to do right now was to get away from him. You never wanted to feel this way. “Leave me alone.”

His grip only tightened as his voice got louder. “The truth, Y/N. Did you kiss him to make me mad?”

You looked at him in disbelief. “And why would me kissing someone even fucking matter?! You hate me, remember?”

He grew angry, he stepped closer to you, staring into your eyes. “Answer me. Did you do it to spite me or did you do it because you are attracted to him?”

“I did it to forget about you Theo.” You say, and his grip on you becomes loose, for the first time in so long you see an expression on his face. “Because you are in my head every fucking day since you left. And it hurts so much. You hurt me so much.”

He wanted to get closer to you, to say something, but you shook your head. “It’s your turn to answer the question. Why would you care if I kiss some random guy?”

“I don’t want some asshole hanging over you. I want you to myself…” he whispered.

“Then why do you treat me the way you do?”

He avoided eye contact with you, his body was shaking, he was fucked up, and it was the first time you saw him like this. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how else to keep your attention, how to tell you how I feel. Do you understand?”

You were staring at him. Did he realise how ridiculous he sounded? “No, I don’t understand Theo. Just leave me alone.” You pulled away from his grip and turned around to walk away.

“Wait,” he chased after you and turned you around to him. “You still care about me?”

You looked down. Breaking at how pathetic you’re gonna sound now. “I will always care about you Theo… even if you don’t.”

He bites down on his lip in frustration, “Listen to me, I do care, okay? I do care, and I’m sorry,” he picked your chin up and looked you in the eye. And you saw in his eyes that this was still your Theo.

“Please understand. I don’t know how to show how I feel. How can you even stand me after the way I acted?”

You watch him and feel a tear, you quickly wipe it, afraid you’re gonna look dumb, ridiculous, pathetic, and all those other stuff he called you. “I don’t know.”

He gently wiped your cheek with his thumb and pressed a kiss on the spot. “I’ll get better, I promise. Just… give me another chance. Please.”

You go quiet for a moment. “Okay…” you give him a small nod. His eyes lit up, but before he can say anything, you continue, “one chance Theo. One. If you mess it up I’m gone forever.”

He gives you a small sad smile. “I’ll be good. I promise, just don’t leave me. I don’t know what I would do if you were gone. You don’t wanna know what I would do if you were gone.”

“Okay…” you mumble and give him a quick kiss, then pull him in for a hug. Theo wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close to him, letting out a deep breath.

He kissed the top of your head first, and then grabbed your chin again to force you to look at him. “Can I?” He leaned closer.

You gave him a quick nod. “Please…”

And he kissed you. Properly. Deeply. Hoping you’ll know how he feels if his words can’t tell you. You kiss him back, and it feels okay.

“Let’s get out of here…”

Demon Boy of Neverland Pt.2 (Humor, Smut)

Description: Peter is going to visit you in your new home, The Cage.

Demon Boy of Neverland: Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

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“Oh gods!” Y/N grumbled out as she shielded her eyes from the blinding sunlight once more.

A day had passed since Peter Pan had left her trapped, leaving only a cup of water and a bowl of fruit outside of her cage to tide her over through the day.

On her first night in Neverland, Y/N couldn’t sleep well; the faraway screeches resounding throughout the jungles surrounding her and the sinister-ness of the night as the full moon glowed brightly in the skies terrified her more than anything she had ever encountered back in the Enchanted Forest.

“Aw, bollocks,” Y/N said with a wince as her head and back ached dully.

She looked outside of her cage to see if there were any creeps lurking nearby, and once she found that she was all alone, she started talking to herself.

Of course she wasn’t going mad….or anything.

“Damnable Pan. Couldn’t have trapped me in a dungeon or a cave. At least there are roofs,” she straightened her back with even more audible cracks in her joints. “And proper floors, but noooo. Insufferable swine.”

Y/N cracked her neck from side to side as she said,“ Can’t believe I followed that green flat ass of his to Neverland.”

At the thought of being trapped against her own will, rage welled up inside of her.

She took it out on her cage and regretted it instantly.

“Blast!,” she said, cradling her bruised hand to her bosom.

She next tried kicking at the bars. She tried again and again and again until frustration frothed to the brim like a volcano ready to erupt and wreak havoc to whatever is nearby and so Y/N exploded into a frenzy of kicks and punches against a cage that remained intact despite giving her best blows.

Then, all of a sudden, Y/N froze. She lost all control over her limbs and so she was forced to stare ahead of her, only to see the approach of the demon boy of Neverland.

“Well, well, well. Good morning. Had fun last night? The wailings and screeches of suffering little flamingos and mermaids may put you off at first, but don’t worry. Soon, after a century or two in your cage, they’ll just be music to your ears, lulling you to sleep and to lovely dreams,” Peter greeted Y/N, with a malicious smirk that sent an ice-cold dagger spearing through her heart.

She attempted to make a scowl, but only succeeded in letting in a murderous look glint in her eyes.

Upon seeing her bloodied knuckles and murderous glare, Peter let loose a full blooming of an amused smile upon his damnably radiant face.

“Now, now darling. Look what you’ve gone and done to your new, shiny cage,” Pan gestured towards the blood stains on the cage walls.

He shook his head and exhaled a sigh of disappointment.

“Naughty, little creature. I thought you’d have learned your lesson yesterday and behave, like a good pet ought to. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected much.”

Peter reached out a hand between the bars of the cage to lightly carress Y/N’s jawline; so soft and so sweet were his strokes that Y/N nearly sighed out in pleasure if it weren’t for her being paralyzed.

“A wild creature like you needs to be disciplined. Now, how shall I discipline you?,” Peter said with a slow drawl that sent a disgustingly hot thrill of excitement throughout Y/N; a thrill that meant how much it sucks to be a hormone-filled adolescent.

Y/N grunted to herself in self-loathing.

‘Blast that damnably bone-melting accent to hell and back. Digesting the sight of that damnably green, good-looking demon makes me want to puke. He even dresses up like a Broccoli, a Broccoli that wants to make me it’s pet. Oh gods save me from this Broccoli!’

“What was that? I would love to hear for your suggestions on making yourself a good, obedient pet,” Pan said, flicking a quick gesture of his hand that allowed Y/N to collapse onto the floor of her cage in relief.

A pause and a moment later, Y/N composed herself as she looked up at Peter’s towering figure.

“Muttons are the way of life,” Y/N cryptically said with an even more cryptical look in her narrowed eyes, raising a finger to point up at Pan.

“….What?”

“Muttons are the way of life.”

“Muttons…are the way ….of life?,” Pan carefully repeated, in a flabbergasted tone, with a raised brow and a tilt of the head.

“Yes, demon boy. Now let me out! I, Y/N, am nobody’s pet. Let me return to my village of Engleheim. I will never, ever grovel to you for treats or beg for scraps of leftovers from the likes of you,” Y/N said, imbuing her last words with as much disgust and slowly crawled backwards away from Peter.

The corner of his lips twitched upwards. He let forth a chuckle that eventually morphed into peals of laughter.

This fit lasted for dozens of seconds, during which time Y/N was crossing her arms, tapping her fingers impatiently and furrowing her brows grumpily.

When his laughing fit ended, Peter inhaled deeply and exhaled out.

“You’re much more amusing than I thought you’d be. Oh, well, I’m glad I didn’t feed you to the mermaids earlier. I told Felix that I would sacrifice you to them today.”

“You bastard!,” Y/N yelled angrily, lunging forward to grab ahold of his green garments to forcefully pull him to her, the cage walls acting as a barrier between them.

“Throw me to the mermaids! It’s a much more pleasant fate than being trapped here for your pleasure!” Y/N bit out angrily, clenching tightly onto his shirt.

Before Y/N could properly realize it, Pan broke out of her hold, opened the cage and entered. He slammed Y/N down onto the floor of the cage. He pinned both of her wrists down and he straddled her waist, Y/N writhing and squirming beneath him.

Her bosom was heaving with the effort of breaking free. Pan’s eyes lingered hotly onto her rising breasts for a time.

Seeing her struggle so futilely yet in such seductive way beneath Peter made him revel in the delicious feeling of making her feel weak.

“Now… being trapped here, beneath me. Is that so bad a fate?” Peter said in a low voice.

His face loomed closer and closer to Y/N’s face. Her heart started racing fast; the blood in her veins was rushing hotly and every fiber of her being was fluttering at the closeness of Peter. Heat was starting to throb between her legs.

Peter’s red, round lips hovered above Y/N’s own plump, pink lips. He hotly pressed his lips onto her own. He grinded his hips onto her own hard so that Y/N gasped, opening her mouth for Peter to plunge in his tongue. His tongue lavished her tongue with lazy sweeps that had Y/N moaning softly.

Y/N tried tugging her wrists free, but Pan broke free of the kiss and grounded harder onto her until she groaned.

“Naughty,” Pan whispered into her ear, pinning both of her wrists in one hand.

He moved his other hand and trailed a finger on the side of her breast and over her abdomen until he reached the most heated part of her body that was aching. He cupped her there roughly and she arched her back. He removed his hand and Y/N rolled her hips against the bulge that straddled tightly around her.

Groaning, Peter felt himself hardening and felt heat that instantly made wearing trousers uncomfortable.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, shall we?,” Peter crooned seductively to Y/N, who was writhing restlessly beneath him.

“Oh…please,” Y/N moaned aloud.

Peter felt his pupils dilating. He lifted the dirty hem of Y/N’s night gown and slowly slid his warm palm up her thigh. In response to that, she spread her legs apart.

Resisting entering her with his hot and throbbing cock, Peter stroked his fingers between the thick, satiny folds of her vulva.

Y/N bucked her hips forward but felt no satisfying thrust.

“Please, in the name of all that is muttony. Please,” Y/N breathily moaned.

Unable to resist anymore, Peter removed all of his clothes and revealed the bulge that had Y/N nearly crying for.

He positioned himself between her legs.

“Remove your own clothes, my pet,” Peter commanded.

Y/N hastily removed her nightgown but she still had her corset on when Peter ripped off her undergarments and thrusted deep into her with a groan. Y/N felt pain followed by warm pleasure from the hot, throbbing cock moving into her.

Peter held onto both of Y/N’s buttocks when he thrusted into her again. Y/N held onto Peter’s shoulders tightly as she grounded into him. Unexpectedly, Peter pulled her hair back and pinned her roughly to the floor.

“Bad,” Peter hoarsely reprimanded her. He snapped his fingers and her breasts were exposed.

He still held her down by the shoulders when he rode her; he rode into her with painfully hot and satisfying thrusts, with a speed Y/N couldn’t match with.

Suddenly he exited her, unfinished.

“I’m-I’m-I’m not finished… Oh, gods,” Y/N whimpered out, a glaze of tears in her eyes as she looked up pleadingly at Pan.

“Me neither.”

He disappeared and reappeared outside of the cage, fully clothed. Pan locked the cage shut and he snapped his fingers.

Y/N found her wrists tied to one end of the cage. Her body was fully clothed and she was stretched out on the floor in a provocative way and her ankles were tied apart from the other.

“Thank you for your suggestion, mutton pie,” Pan said, his red lips curled into a cruel smile. “ Leaving you like this would surely teach you a lesson in behaving properly.”

“You evil Broccoli,” Y/N grounded out bitterly.

Peter was confused for a moment at the word 'Broccoli’, but he waved it off as he looked upon her with one last roving glimpse of her body that nearly had him burning to enter her and finish what he started.

“When I come back and I find that you are well behaved, well, maybe then I’ll give you your reward, mutton cakes,” Pan said, disappearing with a gloating laugh in a cloud of smoke.

Y/N tried rubbing her thighs together to ease her sexual frustration, but to no avail. Her heart swelled within her and her v part was still aching torturously.

Clenching her fists tightly together, she swore aloud: “I will make you pay, demon boy. Just you wait.”

TO BE CONTINUUUED

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A/N: The village of Engleheim is just a village name I made up to suit the story.

P.S: I’m thinking of making this a five or more part story rather than three.

P.P.S: I was not planning on writing smut…at all

P.P.P.S: okay maybe I was but not so soon

P.P.P.P.S: Felix is in the next part.