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slytherbun · 2 years

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nsfw luke alvez x reader

"princesa." luke taunted, knowing you didn't like to be called that. he's always had a way of getting under your skin and it irked you that even when his cock was deep inside, he still made fun.

you glared at him with your legs wrapped around him. luke held you against the wall of and continued kissing your neck with every pound and push inside.

your wet pussy squeezed his length despite the warning look that you gave him and he chuckled. the waves of the vibrations didn't help either and you groaned against his chest.

"fuck, stop." you moaned in annoyance and tried to thrash out of his grip but he shook his head before kissing your cheek and rasped.

"you can take me. besides, i want your this sweet pussy squeezing my cock princesa."

luke tapped your pussy a few times with a smile and the pulsing warmth feeling caused you to moan in pleasure. and despite your irritation, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

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tweenw · 7 years

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Candy-(Peter Hale)

Prompt no. 8: “Please, let me scare some kids. Just a few I promise.”

Quick drabbble!

Word Count: 715

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader, Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

I do a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the way my cape flows down to my ankles. Peter refused to let me wear heels, not wanting me to be taller than him, so flats it has to be. I thought I’d have to beg him to do Halloween with me this year, to decorate the loft with cobwebs and fake tombstones, and to welcome trick-or-treaters. But turns out, he’d already planned everything out.The two of us have decided to somehow co-ordinate costumes this year, me going as a vampire and him going as a, well, a werewolf. Which is not fair, he literally is one.

“It’s going to be hard keeping my hands off of you all night if you look like that.” Peter’s voice comes from the doorway of our room, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips. He’s wearing a white shirt and jeans, nothing out of the ordinary. He’ll probably pull his werewolf face when needed, I don’t doubt it.

I walk past him and send him a quick wink, before heading down into the kitchen where Derek and Stiles are talking quietly by the fridge. Derek isn’t dressed up, but Stiles is dressed as Luke from Star Wars. There’s an unopened chewbacca costume on the counter. I put two and two together.

“You promised, Derek.” Stiles huffs, glaring at his boyfriend who looks less than amused by Stiles’s choice of costume.

“Stiles, for the last time, I’m not going to dress up. Period.” Derek huffs and turns around to face us, rolling his eyes. The two barely have arguments, but when they do, it’s about petty little things like what toaster bread to buy.

“(Y/N)! The voice of rationality and reason. Tell Derek he won’t look like a hairy ape in that costume.” Stiles raises his hands above his head, eyes begging me. The thought of seeing Derek in that costume would be pretty amusing.

“I think you should dress up, it’ll be fun! And I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint Stiles.” I grin at Derek teasingly, knowing fine well he’ll do anything to keep his boyfriend happy.

“Thanks a lot, (Y/N).” Derek glares at me and snatches the costume off the table bitterly before stalking to his room, Stiles following.

Peter comes up beside me, looking at the bowl of sweets with heart eyes. But no, they’re for the kids that decide to come to the door. Good costumes get extra candy, and the ones who don’t run away screaming at Peter’s werewolf self get the whole bowl.

Just as Peter’s about to take one, there’s a knock on the door and hushed laughing. Ah, the first batch of kids are here.

Peter turns to me with an evil smile. “Can I scare them?” He asks, giddy like the children awaiting their treats. I raise my brows at the older man. Is he for real?

“Peter, I don’t think you’ll scare them. You’ll give them a heart-attack!” I grin at my boyfriend, who’s almost jumping up and down with joy at the thought of scaring little kids.

“ Please, let me scare some kids. Just a few I promise.” He begs, literally whining. It’s kind of adorable, in a way I wouldn’t expect it to be.

I roll my eyes and nod for him to go ahead and he basically bounces to the door. I turn around to watch.

Peter swings the door open, normal face, and when the kids yell trick or treat he flashes his fangs, eyes changing and all. He roars as he transforms his face into the one of a wolf, and the kids begin screaming. They shriek as they run away, dropping their candy.

He turns back to me, a proud smile on his face. Before closing the door, he picks up the sacks with candy and sets them on the counter triumphantly.

“Look at that, we got free candy!” He exclaims in excitement, already sorting through to see what he’s managed to steal. A proud smile appears on my face, I’m glad he’s enjoying himself, with the Alpha pack in town and all the other problems.

Maybe doing Halloween wasn’t such a bad idea after all. And we don’t even have to go trick or treating to get free candy.

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