topic: ouat

Once Upon A Time was the very first tv show I cared very deeply about. Then. I just lost it. I didn’t get excited to see a new episode. I was actually scared watching a new episode in case it was worse than the last episode. It became a downhill. To be honest, I haven’t completely enjoyed Once Upon A Time since the first season. Once Upon A Time wasn’t just about shipping characters. It was the story and the feeling of the show. Then I found the fandom. Particularly, SwanQueen fandom. And I found it. The show I fell in love with. The same style and feeling like in the first season, but even better. All the fan fictions, videos, photo edits, and theories. The show itself was just one source of inspiration and SwanQueen world became the new canon. SwanQueen is canon. It lives through its shippers, fans, creators and even enemies. SwanQueen has become bigger than just a ship in a tv show. I’ve finally let go of that Once Upon A Time they show on tv nowadays. I found better Once Upon A Time.

Originally posted by withyoureginaialwaysknow


Anon request: can you do an imagine where y/n is super flirty and she walks into Pan’s tent one day while he was working at a desk or something and she just starts to kiss his neck and then he turns super dominant. Smut?

I was bored. Pan had been in his tent all day. Apparently he told one of the lost boys that no one should disturb him.

Spending so much time with the lost boys without Pan was killing me.

I rose from my seat at the campfire and slipped away to Pan’s tent.

I pulled open the flap and peered inside to see Pan working at his desk with his back to me, one hand in his hair with his elbow leaning on the table while the other was writing frantically on several pieces of parchment strewn across the desk.

I stepped inside and quietly closed the flap behind me. I walked silently closer to him and placed my hands on his tense shoulders.

“Maybe you should take a break

He put his pen down and put his head in both his hands, breathing out a long sigh.

I pressed a kiss to his neck and he leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed.

“Stop trying to distract me Y/N,” he moaned. “I’m busy.”

“Come on,” I pleaded, sucking on the skin on his neck, leaving marks.

I reached around the front of him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off of him.

“If I didn’t know better, Y/N, I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“You’re absolutely right,” I said, swinging a leg over both of his so that I was straddling him.“

“But you’re absolutely wrong if you think that you can control me,” he said, picking me up with his hands under my thighs and bringing me over to the bed where he pushed me down.

I leaned up to connect our lips and he pressed my shoulders back into the bed. His tongue explored my mouth and he started to pull of my clothes until I was naked on the top half.

He had to get off of me to remove my pants and I took this as an opportunity to flip us over, pushing him onto the bed and sliding on top of him.

“Oh, Y/N, what made you think you’d be allowed to do that?”

I barely blinked and I was on my back again while he smirked down at me.

I felt him tear off my panties and sneak a finger inside me, pumping it slowly, torturously.

“Peter,” I wimpered.

“What’s that you greedy slut? You want more?” he teased, adding more fingers, stretching me out and getting increasingly faster.

“I bet no one’s ever fisted you before, have they baby? You’re so fucking tight.”

I couldn’t stop the moans leaving my lips as he fisted me, filling me entirely.

“Peter I’m going to-”

“Not yet you’re not,” he cut me off, pulling out and lining up his length with my entrance and slamming himself into me like there was no tomorrow.“

Just as I was about to orgasm he pulled out and came all over my stomach.

“P-Peter,” I whined. I was so close.

“Don’t think I forgot about you,” he said, before working at my clit with his tongue, sucking on it, driving me crazy, filling me with this euphoric feeling as I came, squirting on him from the pressure he’d built up.

“Suck me off, Y/N, baby,” he commanded, sitting on the edge of he bed and pulling me onto the ground in front of him.

I got on my knees and stroked his length, looking up at him. I swirled my tongue around the tip before taking as much as I could, pumping with my hand what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

He grabbed my hair, pulling me, trying to make me go faster.

He smiled down at me. Then he realised:

“Y/N you naughty girl, are you touching yourself without asking my permission?”

I took my hand away from my clit, guilty.


"And lying?… You know I’ll have to punish you for that, don’t you?”

He pulled his cock from my mouth a came all over my face getting it in my hair as well.

“Now you have fun washing that off, I have work to do,” he stated, pulling his clothes back on.