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✨Dangerous Woman✨

Song Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes,  (Maybe a combo of both??) Based off of Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, the reader is tired of Pan always being on top. She wants to test her limits, she doesn’t want permission. (..So basically she is top and Pan bottoms..) She is in charge of her sexual desires, not just there to fulfill Pan’s. The reader is a witch that pan is in constant competition with. She and Oan are always at ends with desire and anger ensuring,,,forced to work together and feelings ensure but neither will accept it

Warnings: Swearing | 18+ content | Long | smut 

Note: Gifs made by me. 


Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
‘Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
Start what I finished

“What am I going to do with you, love? You injured six to ten of my lost boys, stole from us, set fire to the camp…” He paced around the cage, arms behind his back as the she watched his every move with a smirk. “I just might have to kill you, darling.”

“You won’t kill me, Pan.”

“Oh? And what makes you say that?”

“You would have done it by now, instead of interrogating me. Am I correct?” She raised her eyebrow in a smug way, seeing his frustration starting to build up in his face. With a quick lick to his lips, he made his way closer to the cage, no expression on his face whatsoever. 

“You do realize where you are and who I am?”

“I’m very aware. I just don’t care.”

“Why are you so goddamn irritating?” He growled, his hands gripping the bars so tight she could see the whites of his knuckles. Y/n only smirked deeper, getting as close to him as she possibly could. 

“Because. It’s adorable when you’re angry. How you act so strong and intimidating, and shit. Like, you really expect me to be scared of you.”

"Hm. Expect? No. You should be. And if you need reminding of that, sweetheart…then so be it.” 

Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open

Y/n scoffs in his face, turning the other cheek as she pretended she didn’t know where he was going with this. Sighing deeply, she returns her gaze back to his now deep green eyes, sneering his own words right back at him.

“Let’s play.” 

All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy

Pinned to the wall of his tent, rough and passionate kisses were exchanged between then two. Clothes were scattered all over the room, soft breaths and low growls the only sounds being heard. This was how every argument ended, how every teasing moment would come to; neither one would complain, or admit that this is what both of them lived for everyday. No, not just the sex (even though it’s a bonus) but it was the intense atmosphere the both of them fed off of, the little games they played with each other. 

Pan would never admit it, but he actually had feelings for this girl. Her dominance, her arrogance, everything about her was intoxicating. The same goes for her, only deeper. She loved toying with the lost boy since day one, everything about him she wanted. She needed. But, Y/n hated being controlled, and that’s not a good thing when you live on the island of an egomaniac, sadistic bastard who loves control, fear and agony. 

“Who do you belong to, love,” He would purr in her ear, thrusting at a speed that was inhuman, his hands holding onto her thighs so tight that the bruising he left would be brutal in the morning. 

Y/n chuckles breathlessly, raking her fingers through his hair. “Not you.” 

This only made him angry, his eyes getting darker to where the green was barely visible. He hoisted her legs higher, spreading them wider to where he hit that one spot that made her beg for more. Slowing down and going deeper, he watched as her eyes closed tightly, mouth hanging open slightly, while her moans increased. Pan wrapped one hand around her throat, pulling her in closer to where their lips brushed against each other, and their groans mixed together. 

“I’ll ask again,” He growls, making sure to hit that very spot each time, grinning at every reaction he got from her. “Who..do you..belong to?” 

Y/n opened up her eyes, staring at him with such a stare that could paralyze him right on the spot. And that’s exactly what she did. Halting his thrusts completely, Y/n had him under her hypnotic stare that she learned over the years, dark magic being another thing that drew the two of them together. 

Next thing Pan knew, he was laying down on his bed, with Y/n straddling his waist, a look of pure seduction upon her face. He didn’t move, even though he could, he just chose not to. She’s done this trick before, it’s one of his favorites; whenever he pushed her too far is when the night got even better. 

Y/n placed her hands onto his shoulders, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, grinding herself onto him. Pan bit his lip hard, holding onto her hips, trying to guide her movements, only for them to be smacked away. 

“Don’t touch me. Don’t move. Don’t do shit. Just lay there, like a good boy. You come before me, injured lost boys and setting your camp on fire will be the least of your problems.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way-fuck!” He exclaims, as they finally connected once again, riding him at a steady pace. Cursing under his breath, and clawing at the bed, Pan’s eyes were shut tight at the intense pleasure he was receiving. Y/n’s moans were groaning higher and faster, as the new angle they were in was hitting every spot and nerve deliciously; leaving long scratches down his chest only increased the burning sensation at the pit of his stomach, his member throbbing like crazy, begging for release. And if not being able to let go wasn’t frustrating enough, Y/n slowing down the pace definitely was. 

“No, love, please…” He begged, never in his life believing that it would to come to that. Y/n only smirked down at the boy, watching as his hips bucked upward, hitting her in the right way every time. Y/n leans downward to moan in his ear softly after every hip thrust he gave, practically making his head spin. 

Nothing to prove and
I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing

“Shit, Peter, I’m close…” She whimpered, enough to push him to the brink of no control. This was the first time, in all the times they’ve messes around, that she called him by his first name. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he grabs her hips roughly before she could protest, and flips the positions. Pinning her down to the bed, his animalistic thrusts returned with Y/n wrapping her arms around him for dear life; moans and squeals spilled from her mouth like a waterfall while he chants her name like a prayer. 

He whispers unholy things into her ear, biting the said area roughly while keeping his pace fast and deep. Now with her scratching down his back, he had to fight to keep his release at bay, while trying to chase hers. It was as if they were both holding on, neither of them wanting to give up so easily. Putting up a fight, Y/n flips the positions back to what they were before, riding him as fast as she can with her head tilted back in pure bliss. Pan watches her in awe at how hard she’s trying to make him release first, not wanting to be the weak one in this situation. But, he could also see how badly she wanted release, tears starting to stream down her face in desperation. 

Gripping onto her hips one last time, Pan thrusts himself into her sharply, pivoting his hips in an angle that sent Y/n’s eyes to the back of her head and her toes to curl. Repeatedly doing that motion, while whispering encouragements to her breathlessly was more than enough to send Y/n beyond the edge. Arching her back and letting out a large and long scream of pleasure, Y/n finally was able to let go. Her pulsating walls had the same effect on him, as she kept thrusting to ride out her orgasm, his hips stuttered with his release coming fast and abrupt. 

“Oh, my fucking-!” He chokes on his words, his back arching off the bed as his euphoria finally hit. Pan came in long, hot spurts that painted Y/n from the inside, leaving a warm feeling deep inside her. Catching their breaths, glistening with sweat, and the smell of sex surrounding them…it was as if they were in their own little sick heaven. 

I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, 'cause I’m a taker
'Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger

As they were finally calming down, sitting in silence and still connected as one, this was the time where they would just sit and…stare. Watch each other, and just memorize one another’s features. This was a time where they weren’t at each other’s throats, where everything is calm and quite…

Y/n leaned downward to the boy, an exhausted look upon her face, while his wore nothing but a content smile. Keeping the intense eye contact for a little longer, Y/n pulled off him swiftly, wincing slightly at the emptiness she felt afterwards. Sitting up on the bed, she ran a hand through her hair, calming down from earlier activities. 

“Why do we keep doing this, Pan?” She rasped, sighing heavily as he sat up as well. Looking at the back of her head in confusion, he shrugged. 

“Because it’s fun. Satisfying.”

“But, we do this all the time, and go right back to hating each other. I’m starting to grow bored…” 

“I don’t think I ever asked for your opinion, I don’t care if you’re bored.” That was a lie. Inside, he was terrified of her being ‘bored’. What did that mean? Did it mean she was bored with him? Would she move on to someone else? He wouldn’t let that happen, not if he had any say in it. Turning her head toward him, the anger was evident on her face after he said what he said. Quickly, but carefully standing from the bed, she starts to collect her things, ready to leave. 

Like always. 

“Where are you going?” He asked, slowly starting to panic at how fast she’s trying to leave. Usually she would stay a little longer…what’s different now?

“I’m a fool to think that for once you would think of me. To think that maybe instead of these childish games, you would be a man and actually move past this useless bickering and bullshit. But, who am I kidding? We can never be anything but enemies, who fuck each other after every fight.” She snapped while getting dressed, not daring to make eye contact with him. Standing as well, Pan watched her with wide eyes, and mouth hanging open for a moment. He didn’t really know how to respond.

Finally finding the words, he spoke. “Wait, love. Don’t go. I…I do think of us as more…many, many times. I hate having the only way to talk you is by yelling, screaming, and constant headaches. You’re a bitch, of course, but…you’re a bad bitch. You’re a dangerous woman. And I love that about you, so much, darling. I wouldn’t trade you for anything else in the world. I love you.” 

Y/n continued to get dressed, before turning to look at the boy one last time. That angry scowl still colored her face as she glared darkly at his naked form, suddenly disgusted. “You can’t even respond to me. Pathetic.” 

His eyes widened as he realized he didn’t actually speak those words out loud. Pan only imagined himself speaking such words to her, but didn’t dare to utter any of it. He was too cold, too proud of his dark ways, such as an emotion as ‘love’ had no room in his brain, nor his heart. He’s been hating for far too long, cursed to possibly never be loved. 

All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout

Shaking her head, Y/n looks at the ground, shame starting to fill her from the inside. “These late nights that we’ve been sharing are over. From now on, I refuse to be played with, like some cheap sex toy, Pan.”

“Love-”

“I’m done wasting time playing these games with you. To think you were ever a challenge is what really baffles me.” He bites his tongue, while staring back at her in shock. Hurt and offended, he verbally growls at her, that anger starting to boil up from inside him again. On the inside, Y/n was beating herself up. She couldn’t stand making him angrier with her than he already was. The only way she knows how to talk to him would to just provoke him. It’s not her fault, it’s just how she was. Maybe it was for the best…

“Fine. If that’s what you want…prepare to be hunted down by my lost boys, like the filthy animal you are.” He spoke with bared teeth, fist clenched, as his soft green eyes returned to their piercing color from before. Rolling her eyes, Y/n only scoffs at his words, taking out one of the knives from her holster and pointing it in his direction. 

“Prepare to lose more of your lost boys.”

Pan started to stride closer to her, nostrils flared as he threatened. “I will make sure that they show no mercy to you when they catch you. That pretty face of yours won’t be pretty no longer.”

“Aw, then what will you masturbate to at night?” Y/n spat right back, also getting closer and closer to the boy. The last comment left Pan speechless, but it didn’t stop him from throwing another comeback. 

“There are other girls in the world, love. You can be replaced.”

“Can I?” Her eyes flickered downward for a split second, the sight she saw bringing a delightful glint into her eyes, as her smirk grew deeper. “Good luck finding one that can excite you as much as I can, just by using sarcasm.” 

Pan blushed slightly, looking anywhere but at her. Waving his hand, his lower half was covered again by his trousers, but the tent in them was still noticeable. Chuckling slightly, Y/n took a few more steps closer to the boy, to where she close enough to wrap her arms around his neck lazily. He wanted to push her away, but they both knew he couldn’t. 

“Face it, Pan. I weaken you. And you love it.” 

“I thought you were leaving. I recall you being done with my games. So go on, then. I’m not stopping you.” This only made Y/n chuckle more, as she grabbed his jaw to turn his attention right back to her. 

“I’m not hearing you deny it.” Leaning in slightly, she brushed her lips onto his for only a moment, sighing heavily in the process. “I hate that you can make me feel conflicted, Peter Pan. I want to leave, and just throw you out of my mind…but we both know that’s far from possible now. We’re in too deep.” 

Without realizing what he was doing, he had pulled her in closely, kissing her deeply but as softly as he could. Afraid that he might not get the chance, he was going to make sure that this kiss was memorable. Pulling away slowly, Y/n couldn’t hold back the little whine that escaped passed her lips one his were no longer there. Coming back to earth, she pulls away from him fully, seeing the mischief in his eyes, but the evident scowl on his face. 

“Get out. I suggest you start running. The hunt starts at dawn, which mean you have less than an hour to hide.” He crosses his arms, watching as she cracks her neck, grinning at the boy, while he fought not to grin right back. Already knowing where this was going and how it would end up, the both of them ended on the same page. 

“Let’s play.” 

somethin’ 'bout you.

6

Regina Mills Appreciation Week
↳ Day 4: Favorite Happy Scene
3x19 | Regina breaks the curse with True Love Kiss

OK NOW THAT I’VE HAD TIME TO PROCESS THE MIRACULOUS WORK OF ART THAT IS THIS SCENE LET’S DISCUSS SHALL WE?

FIRST OF ALL WE HAVE CAPTAIN SWAN STANDING IN THEIR KITCHEN LOOKING LIKE THEY JUST STEPPED OFF THE COVER OF A ROMANCE NOVEL

THEN WE COME TO THE HOT AF SEXY-FLIRTY-EAR WHISPER

CUE INTENSE MAKEOUT SESSION 1

FINALLY HAPPY AND IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS LIKE IT SHOULD BE FOR THE REST OF ETERNITY!!!!

look another sweet innocent kiss i love my otp :’)

oh wAIT WHAT’S THIS????

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES

CUE INTENSE MAKEOUT SESSION 2 + TONGUE

AND THEN THEY GET INTERRUPTED BECAUSE OFC THEY DO BUT WE GET THESE TRULY ICONIC FACES

AND THEN KILLIAN LEFT TO SHOWER (!!!!!!) AND I TRIED TO CALMLY WATCH THE REST OF THE EPISODE BUT FAILED MISERABLY

found this funny (and very sad) from a C$ shipper:

WHAT FAIRYTALE? Do you mean this?

HER GRANDMAS

I want to laugh but also cry. Now, I’m NOT making fun of her grandmas— it is a lovely, modest, virginally perfect dress for the PERIOD —I’m just highlighting the fact this is a dress well suited to represent a specific time period and a certain message, from where women couldn’t really have a voice or autonomy. Emma is being molded to suit the fantasies of an old fashioned (medieval even?) man, so where’s the “modern fairytale” if all we’re seeing is Emma continue to transform into a Stepford Wife?

And not even to mention Grace Kelly was forced by her husband to renounce to everything that was her passion. She tried divorcing her “prince un-charming” but she couldn’t or else she would be losing her rights to her children! But of course they would be praising Grace Kelly for marrying into royalty and living a Disney Princess’ little dream? More like an embellished nightmare— as is C$.

Oh Lord… these poor, lost souls don’t know any better.

S.N.B

Song Imagine 

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: Yes,  Hiiiii! Just wondering, can you please make a songfic about ReaderxPeterPan? The song is “Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me.” Thanks! And I love your works, btw!

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Warnings: Swearing | Short | Sexual Themes 

Note: I based this off of how one of my friends’ act. She’s literally the definition of this song. 

Summary: What is he going to do with you?


I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy

Pan watched as she trotted around the camp, her hips swaying from side to side, her chin high in the air as her baseball bat rested on her shoulder. He knew this outfit was new, he made it for her. But, it was for his eyes only. And here she was…her ass practically out for every lost boy to see. 

This made his blood boil, as cat calls and whistles filled the air every guy she passed. Her smirk was prominent, she knew what she was doing to him, and she loved it. Once a few more comments were tossed around, that was the final straw.  Getting up from the little meeting he was having was Felix, he practically charged at her. Grabbing her by the arm, he drags her back to his tent. You know, just to show her exactly what her little game did to him. And to let everyone know: Off. Limits. 

Just like all of my thoughts they always get a bit naughty

It was dinner time when Y/n decided to play her little game once again. Sitting on one of the logs together, she took the opportunity to lean in close and whisper things into his ear. 

“You wanna hear a secret?” 

Raising a curious eyebrow, he swallows the food he had in his mouth. Not even turning his head, he nods slightly to let her know she could speak. Leaning in yet again, she could barely keep the grin off her face, soft snickers escaping her mouth. Noticing this, Pan’s jaw clenches, as well as his hands. What was she up to? 

“I’m not wearing any panties~” 

Even though he already swallowed, he felt like he choked on his food. Coughing multiple times, and trying to not draw attention to the two, he glares in her direction. With a mischievous glint in her eyes that he’s grown to love so much, he couldn’t stay mad for long. Especially with this new information. What man in their right mind could possibly stay mad after being told that?  Go ahead. I’ll wait. 

When I’m out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy

“Why are you always hanging out by this damned water? How many times have I told you, the mermaids are dangerous!” 

“Fuck off.” 

Now Pan had been told a lot of things, been called stuff, cursed at, you name it. But, for his own lover to not even bat an eye and say that? He was caught completely off guard. He didn’t know if she was on her period, or didn’t eat, or whatever. But, it didn’t matter. Who the hell did she think she was? 

“Excuse me?” 

“I said: Fuck off. God, you’re always on my ass. These are my girls, they’re not going to hurt me. Maybe, if you would get some more girls on this God forsaken island, I wouldn’t have to be associate with these sea demons. But, no. There’s no girls allowed, all except for me, of course. I wonder why that is?” 

“Because I love you.” He crosses his arms, surprising himself that he hadn’t ripped her head off yet. But, to be honest, he liked the bitchy side to her. Secretly. That statement seemed to being her out of her mood, as her eyes softened slightly and a slight ‘aw’ falling from her lips. 

“That’s so sweet, baby~” She replies, skipping over to him and hugging him tightly. The mermaids just hiss in their direction, while Pan just glares at them, practically growling. 

“Why the hell are you like this? It’s literally been a day with this nonsense. You’re bipolar, I swear, love.” 

She chuckles slightly, snuggling into her lover. “Oh, Peter. That’s who I am, and who I will always be. You want me to change, getchu another bitch.” Shaking his head, he wraps a single arm around her waist, directing her back to the camp.

“Never in a million years.”

Can’t change the way I am sexy naughty bitchy me

enjoy this flirty Peter imagine💜

imagine practicing a bow and arrow on the Island. your day had been awful and you just need to blow of some steam. you placed another arrow in and prepared to loose it. as you focused it you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. a smile curled onto your lips as you felt his warm breath on your ear, “Don’t mind me, love,” he said softly. it really was hard to focus on this arrow when all you could think about was dropping it so you could slam your lips into his. you let out a long breath as he began to place kisses down your neck. just before you lost your focus completely you let the arrow loose. it hit the target perfectly, but before you even had time to admire your work Peter took you in his arms and pulled you down to the soft grass with him. you landed on top of him, your lips falling perfectly onto his. his fingers gently ran through your hair as the world was swept away with his kiss. it was just you and him, and boy did you hope it stayed that way.

Imagine Peter making sexual comments at least once every time you guys talk

Pan: *to Felix* I love you more than I love my son.

Felix: What?

Pan: *panting* I-I said when I’m BORED… I like to… KILL… for FUN

Felix:

Pan:

Felix:

Pan: *crushes heart* haha that was close