Peter Pan Imagine: Touchy-Feely

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Requested on Tumblr: "Hi, can you do a Peter Pan x reader imagine where the reader dealt with abuse back home and Peter doesn't know, so one time he throws her over his shoulder and starts freaking out and it's all fluff and sweet please?" 

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, suggestive language (it's not smut though, totally and completely fluff filled)

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A soft, muggy breeze drifted through the island, making the dripping sweat on your forehead cool to a bearable point. Your eyes narrowed, squeezing together so that your eyelids created slits on your target. 

Your hands were held in fists at your side, a playful grin seizing your distinct features. One of your lips twitched in anticipation, waiting for your opponents next move. The clothes on your body stuck to you with sweat, showing off your heaving chest. It was inevitable, he would make the next move, and you were just waiting for him to do it.

"What are you two waiting for?!" Someone from the crowd around you interjected.

Multiple shushes were heard, directed at the impatient boy. An empty apology was grumbled, and then it was quiet once more, the only sound being yours and his breathing. You shifted your feet, keeping your eyes firmly stuck to him, your bare feet shuffling against the dirt.

You tilted your head, a cocky side smile growing like ivy on your lips, "What's the matter, Panny-boo, you too scared to make a move?"

A grunt arose from him, but he only continued to circle in sync with you. His eyes never tore from yours, something dark arising from under the usually light green, pupils dilating. A sinister grin was held confidently on his face as he examined you, watching for any sign of weakness on your part. Those green, marbly eyes watched you as if you were prey and he was a bloodthirsty predator, ready to attack at any moment.

"Ugh, guys, get with it already, will ya? Ya been starin' at each other forever!" A different whiney voice bellowed, this time having nobody objectify to the outburst.

You turned your head, only for less than a second, to give the boy a warning glare, and that's when he pounced. A cry came from him as he lunged towards you, arms swinging wide open to entrap you in them. His chest pushed off of yours, easily taking your moment of distraction to his own advantage.

You gasped, stumbling back with him still forcing his heavy weight down on you. With a loud thud and a pair of grunts, the two of you landed on the hard ground. He landed over you, trying to force your hands to the sides with his hands the second you fell. The action took you by immense surprise, but you soon pulled yourself together and began to fight back.

With your knee you pushed up on his stomach, grunting at the weight of the dude. He was much heavier than thought to be, and could have very easily overpowered you, if you hadn't decided so quickly to push him away. He heaved a heavy breath into your face, winded from the action you bestowed upon him. He lost his balance above you, and slightly fell to the side.

You crawled from beneath him, swinging a leg over his own two. Though he had been out of breath for a second, it easily came back to him, and before you could climb over him fully he grabbed your wrists and pushed them together and towards your chest.

With a flinch from the slight pain of his grasp, which was sure to leave bruises, you wiggled your hands free and placed them on his shoulders. You shoved at them, but he rolled the two of you over once more, pressing his body to yours and almost to the ground. Your back just slightly hovered over the ground, his chest pushing forcefully against your own.

"Damnit, Pan!" You strained out, focusing on beating the boy above you.

A sudden push of adrenaline rushed over your body, and you used all your strength to grab his hands and shove him back, flipping the two of you over. Your arms flexed and pushed against his own, your legs on either side of him as you combined all the strength you had left with the fear of losing together, finally overpowering his hands to the floor. 

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