peter pan imagine - chains pt. 1
i got a good morning text at 1pm today wth
+Hey? So can you write a smut where she (she=you) has a tragic past with the pirates. She was a captive and she lost anything innocent about her. Anyways, she is a shapeshifter and she wants to play a game with Peter where he has 4 days to find her. If she wins she gets to have fun ;), if he wins, you can decide. She is sly, cunning, smart and playfully sarcastic. This would be fun..
+Giving peter a blowjob or handjob
+Can you write an smut imagine where the girl (y/n) is being dominant over Peter. Like instead of the y/n begging for Peter, Peter begs for y/n to supply to his needs.
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warning: part two of this imagine contains smut! please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable!
trigger warning: this imagine also contains mentions of sexual abuse on the pirates’ end! please please please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable! thank you!
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“(Y/N), get over here!” A recognizable voice calls you from above the ship as you fold clothes, completing most of the chores on the Jolly Roger.
“Coming!” You respond, placing the finished clothes on the bed, taking your time when walking up the squeaking steps to get to the Captain. The sun blinds your eyes for an instant, contrasting the darkness from below deck.
“There you are!” He turns to face you, “Look, I need you to deliver a letter for me.” You sigh; Hook only ever uses you when he needs something done or if he needs sex, and while you hated it at first, wanting nothing more than to leave, now you just tolerate it, using yourself as your own punching bag. You could easily transform into a bird and fly far away. You’re a shapeshifter, you could turn into whatever you want, whether it be an ant, a horse, hell, even a dragon if you wanted to, but you owe your life to the pirates. They took you in after your mother abandoned you when she discovered your ‘gift.’ And, while they abuse you and you despise their barbaric behavior, you feel indebted to them; you always assumed it was some kind of animalistic imprint from shapeshifting so often.
“Where should I take it?” You ask.
“You know Tinkerbell, correct? She lives on the island in a small treehouse. Find it and give this to her.” He hands you a miniature parchment, rolled up with a ribbon, “We’re set to get off of this island in about five days, so you better be back before then or we’re leaving without you, and we’d hate to lose someone so near and dear to us.” He brushes your cheek, “Now off you go, little one.” You transform yourself into a bird, big enough to carry Hook’s message, but small enough to not draw too much attention. Your eyes blink to adjust to your new vision and your significantly smaller body. You spread your wings, gripping tightly onto the parchment, and you take off, the wind ruffling your feathers as you soar away from the ship. You always loved the freedom of flying, the cool breeze surrounding you, the sense of adventure, how time stops the instant you’re in the air, all things you could never gain with the pirates. The trees pass by you as your eyes dart back and forth in search of a treehouse. You flutter over branches and swaying leaves, searching high and low, but to no avail. You find yourself resting on a log when a male voice echoes next to you.
“I know you’re out there! Did you really think you could sneak on my island?”
Your head tilts as you glare at him, studying the boy as he searches for a human. He holds himself with confidence, his emerald eyes glaring at every inch of the forest. Something about him intrigues you; maybe its his demanding tone or his powerful stance. You’re not quite sure, but you know that you have to know him.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are. You can’t win this game.” He continues yelling, unable to locate anyone in his view.
You transform back to your normal human self, placing the parchment in your pocket, “Did you mention a game?” You smirk at him, sitting on the log with a smug look pressed on your face as you pick at your fingernails.
“And where did you come from, love?” You chuckle at his question and turn back into your bird form, only to fly right in front of him. You return back to being human, giving him an intimidating stare, even though he stands taller than you. You give him the same glare he gives you and he smiles, taking an interest in your powers.
“A shapeshifter.” His smile increases even further as he mutters the word, “Haven’t seen one of those in a long time.”
“Is that so?” You challenge him.
“Mmhm.” He mumbles, crossing his arms, “And I could use someone like you on my island.” You roll your eyes at the thought, ignoring his statement though it does sound tempting: an escape from your pitiful life as a pirate slave.
“Name’s (Y/N), what about you?” You mimic his pose, crossing your arms along with him.
“Peter Pan. I run the island.”
“Well, Peter, I’m not here for small talk. I’m delivering a message to a girl named Tinkerbell. Blonde, petite, has a temper from what I hear. You know where her treehouse is?” You scoff.
“Of course I do.” He laughs as if it was ridiculous to ask.
“And? Where is it?” You start to grow tired of his antic, yet, somehow, you love the chase.
“You really think I’d hand over precious information like that, love?” He laughs at you, pacing around you, like a lion circling its prey. And you love it: the way he arrogantly points at you, the way his eyebrow cocks up. You wish your life could be like his: having an entire island with all the freedom you could ask for.
“Well if you won’t give it to me like that...” You gaze up at him, “How about a game?” His face lights up, accepting your challenge.
“What kind of game?” He smirks and walks towards you, crunching the leaves below his feet.
“Well, I have five days to get back home, so how about...” You think for a second, “How about I hide and you have four days to catch me. You win and I’ll stay on the island.”
His smile grows even more.
“But if I win, I get what I want.” You blurt out, as he perks his head.
“Deal.” He states boldly, shaking your hand.
“In that case,” You stare at him on last time, “3, 2, 1, GO!” You announce, the words tumbling off of your lips so quickly they become slurred as you turn into a deer and sprint off into the woods. You can hear the boy chase after you, his footsteps loud, but you know you can easily outrun him and you find a small cave to rest in after a day of running and flying around. If you’re going to be chased after for four days, you’ll need somewhere to rest and you figure this is good for now. Your stomach growls and you realize you haven’t eaten much. You walk outside to find anything edible and luck out when you find a bush of berries, and you immediately begin to munch on them, swallowing as fast as you possibly can. A rustle in the bushes interrupts you as your ears perk up reflexively to listen. The crunch of boots echoes in the trees and you instantaneously recognize them to be Peter’s. You simultaneously think of the smallest animal to turn into, one he won’t see or notice: an ant. You regret it as his heavy steps walk closer, his body looming over you like a giant and you pray he won’t squish you under his feet. You’ve never been so vulnerable before, and it frightened you.
“Aw, didn’t want to stay?” His voice sounds 10x louder when you’re so small, “Come on, love. Let’s play.” He glares at the ground, eyeing every inch to find you, and you accept his challenge. You transform back into your bird body, and quickly fly close to his head, flapping your wings rapidly in his face to disorient him, and buy you time. You soar a couple of feet away from the boy as he shakes his head to gain his vision back. You turn human and land on the ground with a smirk on your face, “You want to play? Fine, but you’re gonna have to do better than that.”
You sprint away from him in no particular direction and his loud footsteps follow. Before you know it, a puff of green smog distorts your vision slightly, and you realize he’s teleporting directly in front of you, so you immediately transform into a rabbit, small enough to fit between his legs. He turns around with an angered look, and you pause to mock him, staring right into his anger-ridden eyes. You run off into the bushes, and before he can see you, you switch into a squirrel to climb up the nearest tree. He catches up as you stare at him from above, turning back into a human and reclining on the branch as you eye him attempting to search for you.
“Where did you go, you little sneak?” He mumbles to himself, his voice laced with frustration.
“Looking for someone?” You slyly remark.
“There you are.” He forces his palm out, causing the branch below you to crumble. Adrenaline pulses through your body as ideas race through your head as to how to get rid of the new threat. Your body reflexively transforms into a cat, allowing you to land on the ground without injury. Your feet hurt at the impact, but you feel alright: no broken bones or bruises. He searches for signs of you through the broken twigs and debris as you dash off quietly and unnoticed. You stand upright in your human form, leaning against a tree, “So you’re trying to kill me now?” You ask as he perks up to the sound of your voice.
“Please, love. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. I admire your ability to get out of those situations.” He chuckles.
“Is that so? Well, I admire how you can make my heart race like that. Haven’t felt that kind of a rush in years.” You stretch your back out to prepare to run.
“I guess that’s something we have in common.” He smirks.
“Hm?”
“We both seem to admire each other.” He bluntly states, getting closer to you, as if preparing to jump you.
“Trying to get me to stay, hm?” You joke, but secretly, his good looks and charm begin to win you over, “Come catch me then.” You challenge, sprinting into the brambles and finding another cave. The stars begin to reveal themselves in the darkening sky, as you realize you need to create a fire for warmth. You quickly gather some firewood and manage to get a small fire going. You sigh and close your eyes, thinking about how this game started, how you challenged Peter to a game. You felt compelled to do it, but not like your compulsion from the pirates. You wanted to do it, not felt like you needed to in order to repay your debts. And as you’ve spent the day chasing each other, you find yourself wanting him, even if you’ve only known each other for a couple of hours. You’ve never cared about someone so deeply, not even with the pirates. Your thoughts consume you, as your eyes begin to droop, slowly drifting to sleep with the green-eyed boy deep in your subconscious.
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Your stomach growls, waking your groggy eyes as you force yourself up. You transform into a wolf in order to hunt and find food and the sharp smell of a rabbit catches your attention. It’s not ideal, but it’s all you have. The scent comes closer and closer, the rabbit coming closer into view while it picks at the ground. You prepare to pounce, taking one step closer.
“Actually, love. That won’t be necessary.” Peter’s voice scares the rabbit away, sending it hopping out of your sight. You growl at him for making you miss a meal, but then he tosses a bag towards you, steam emitting from the bag, “Sorry it’s not much, Rufio screwed up the batch this morning.” You look at him, not taking a step forward, fearing he would jump you as soon as you made a move.
“Don’t worry, I won’t come after you. I may not be the most well behaved boy on the island, but I’m not going to starve you out.” He assures you, as you cautiously walk to the bag, clutching it in your mouth. Before you dash off, you turn your head and stare at him, thankful for the food.
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The final stretch arrived; you just had a couple seconds left before you won the game, your heart racing as you sprint aimlessly through the forest, adrenaline pumping into your veins. Peter stops and you turn to look at him, “Alright, love. You’ve won.” You make your way back to him quickly, attempting to catch your breathe.
“You can find Tinkerbell’s treehouse in-” You cut him off by pressing your lips against his. He flinches in shock but then relaxes into the kiss, placing his hands on your waist to bring you closer. You pull away and whisper into his ear,
“Who said I cared about that stupid letter anyway?”
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