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Under the Mistletoe - Peter Hale x Femae Reader
Summary: Peter has to step outside during christmas celebrations and you follow him
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: None, just some pure Christmas fluff
Y/N’s POV
The Stilinski living room is an embodiment of cozy chaos—warmly lit by twinkling lights and filled with laughter that bounces off the walls. We're all gathered, the whole pack, tightly nestled onto every available surface. Couches are claimed by some, while others opt for the floor, sharing pillows and throws in a haphazard but comfortable manner. It's crowded, but the festive cheer keeps us close, shoulders brushing and smiles exchanged.
From the doorway, Dad, Melissa and Peter stand, observing the scene with amused expressions. Dad’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he leans against the doorframe, a mug of something warm in his hand, as Erica and Liam bicker over who the gift in Malia’s hand is for. Melissa exchanges a fond glance with him, her lips curving into a soft smile, while Peter’s gaze holds a mixture of amusement and something else—a tinge of sadness.
Peter’s eyes meet mine across the room, a brief but charged connection that sends an unexpected warmth cascading through me. Caught in the intensity of his gaze, I can’t help but feel my cheeks flush, and I quickly avert my eyes, focusing instead on the gift being launched my way by Scott.
As I peel away the layers of wrapping paper, a soft chuckle escapes me when I uncover a hoodie. But not just any hoodie—its a simple yet heartwarming statement piece. In bold letters, it reads “Best Pack Mom Ever!”
The room erupts into laughter and cheers, a chorus of voices expressing their approval and amusement at the gift. I can’t help but grin, feeling a warm rush of gratitude and affection for this pack that feels more and more like family with each passing day. Without a thought I pull it over my head and melt with love as it’s so fluffy and warm and oversized.
Glancing up again, I catch Peter’s eyes once again, this time softened with a gentle smile that reaches them. There’s a subtle depth in his gaze, a silent understanding that tugs at my heartstrings. His subtle nod and the ghost of a reassuring smile sends a flutter of warmth through me, easing any lingering nervousness.
Despite the festive cheer enveloping the room, a lingering sense of melancholy in Peter’s eyes doesn’t escape my notice. His smile, though warm, carries a weight that speaks volumes, and I can’t shake the feeling of a hidden sorrow behind it. As the laughter and chatter of the pack fills the air once more, I see Peter swallow hard, a visible lump forming in his throat. Without a word, he turns and quietly slips away, his departure unnoticed amidst the joyful chaos.
Squashed between Derek and Jordan, I feel a nudge of worry from the latter as I shift to get up. Patting Jordan’s knee with a reassuring smile, I offer a quick “I’ll be right back Jor.” Before making my way out onto the small front porch, where Peter stands, cloaked in shadows.
The night air is crisp, filled with a serene quiet that contrasts sharply with the festive buzz indoors. Outside, the world feels different—quieter, more contemplative—and it seems to match Peter’s pensive demeanour.
“Peter?” I call softly, stepping closer, the faint glow of the porch light casting a gentle illumination around us. He turns slightly at the sound of my voice, the moonlight painting his features in soft contrasts. There’s a vulnerability in the way he holds himself, a rawness that I’ve seldom seen, “I didn’t mean to intrude.” I offer, feeling a pang of uncertainty about stepping into his private moment.
His age meets mine a mixture of surprise and something akin to gratitude flickering in those intense blue eyes, “You didn’t,” he assures, his voice carrying a hint of appreciation.
Feeling the unspoken weight between us, I cautiously move closer until I’m standing at his side. Peter remains still, his gaze fixed on the horizon, his forearms resting against the edge of the porch. Without a word, I lean in, resting my head gently against his shoulder, a silent offering of comfort.
There’s a momentary pause, a heartbeat of anticipation, before Peter slowly turns his head, his breath brushing against my hair. Without a word, he leans in, burying his face in the soft strands, a subtle but profound gesture of seeking solace in the simple closeness. The wolves of the pack seem to do it a lot, as if they’re memorising my scent. I don’t mind it at this point, quite used to it and just wanting to make Peter smile again.
His strong arms, once unmoving, now wraps around me, pulling me closer into a gentle embrace. I feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a reassurance admits the silent turmoil within him.
Gently pulling back after a moment, just enough to meet his gaze, I sense a shift in peter’s demeanour. The shadow of sadness is still present, lingering in the depths of his bright blue eyes, but it’s fading, giving way to something else—something that sends my heart racing and my usually eloquent words scattering like autumn leaves.
His features, usually etched with an air of intensity and determination, soften in this moment of vulnerability. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws me in, an unspoken understanding that feels like a whispered secret shared between us.
I find myself entranced by the subtle play of moonlight on his angular features—the chiseled jawline, the faint scars, and those piercing eyes that seem to hold entire galaxies within them. It’s a sight I’ve admired from afar, a magnetic pull that has stirred a quiet longing within me for longer than I can remember.
My throat feels dry as I wet my sudden parched lips, nerves fluttering like a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. Being this close to him, feeling the warmth of his embrace and seeing the vulnerability in his expression, stirs emotions I’ve kept carefully hidden—a rush of affection and an undeniable attraction that refuses to be ignored.
As the moment lingers, I feel the shift in Peter—a subtle but distinct change in his demeanour. His suave facade seems to resurface, a shield to conceal the vulnerability he had briefly allowed me to see.
His hand lifts, cupping my cheek in a gesture that sends shivers down my spine. The rough pad of his thumb grazes over my bottom lip, a barely-there touch that ignites a flurry of sensations. I catch the flicker in his bright eyes, the way they linger on my lips before meeting my gaze once more. There’s a hesitation in his expression, a hint of conflict that dances in those intense blue eyes. "I should stop," he murmurs, his voice tinged with a mix of uncertainty and restraint, a self-imposed barrier he seems hesitant to breach.
The words hang between us, heavy with unspoken desires and emotions. My heart races, caught between the yearning to lean into his touch and the fear of misunderstanding his intentions.
Caught in the charged atmosphere between us, my heart pounds louder in my ears, an erratic rhythm matching the intensity of the moment. With a surge of boldness fuelled by emotions I can no longer suppress, I act on impulse.
Without a second thought, I rise onto my tiptoes, closing the distance between us. My hands find their place on his shoulders, seeking support and anchoring myself as our lips finally meet. There’s a tender urgency in the kiss, a mingling of hesitance and longing, a culmination of unspoken emotions and desires.
Peter’s arms, strong and reassuring, wrap around me in response—one securely around my waist, drawing me closer, while the other cradles my head, holding me gently but firmly.
The touch of our lips sparks an electric current that courses through me, sending tingles down my spine and causing my entire being to tremble. His lips are soft against mine, a perfect harmony of warmth and reassurance, igniting a fire that spreads through every fibre of my being.
In that moment, there's a convergence of emotions—a sense of familiarity mingled with the exhilaration of something new and exhilarating. The kiss feels like coming home, yet exploring uncharted territory, a blend of comfort and passion that leaves me breathless.
I feel the tension in Peter's embrace ease, a silent affirmation of reciprocation. His kiss holds a tenderness that speaks volumes, a silent confession of emotions that words fail to express. It's a moment suspended in time, a revelation of desires and an acknowledgment of a connection that had silently thrived between us.
With a gentle breath against my lips, Peter murmurs, his voice barely audible yet carrying a weight of amusement, "There's mistletoe above us.”
A soft chuckle escapes me, muffled against the warmth of our lingering kiss. It's a rare sight, seeing a genuine smile grace Peter's lips, a fleeting but captivating moment that feels like a precious gift.
Breaking the kiss, we share a brief, lighthearted glance upward, confirming the small sprig of mistletoe hanging just overhead. It's an almost serendipitous detail, adding a whimsical touch to this unexpected but undeniably cherished moment. Our gazes meet again, and the air between us crackles with a newfound energy, a playful warmth contrasting the depth of emotions we've just shared. There's a silent understanding, an unspoken agreement to cherish this rare moment of vulnerability and connection.
Peter's thumb brushes over my cheek, a tender gesture that holds a promise of more unspoken conversations yet to come. His gaze lingers on mine, a silent reassurance in those intense blue eyes.
"I didn't expect this," he admits softly, a trace of vulnerability coloruing his tone, a rare glimpse of the man behind the walls he usually upholds, “I didn’t expect you to want me back, to feel the same way with our age gap.”
“I don’t care about that Creeperwolf,” I reply, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips, feeling the weight of the unspoken but shared sentiment between us, “Now come back inside and celebrate with me.”
“The others…”
“Peter Angus Hale, when have you cared what others think of you?”
“Alright Love, lead the way.”
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Carying
Pairing: Peter Hale x fem!reader
Word count: 1413
Warnings: SMUT (18+) Fingering, blood, unprotective sex.
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You lie on the bed in the fetal position, holding your stomach, your head tucked in a pillow, muffling the sounds coming from your mouth. You couldn't cope with the pains of menstruation that made you unable to think rationally.
He saw you lying hidden under the cover of your moans on the bed, he stood by the open door of the bedroom, you couldn't even tilt your head, but you knew perfectly well that it was here, he was staring at you with concern painted on his face, he was thrilled by how violently you are going through another month the same torment.
You still walked around in despair or laughed to death, cried in the corners, listened to depressing music, or danced to the rhythm of the club songs. You were totally wild, but that's what made Peter love you so much. He loved your smile, crying, constantly changing moods, you were the apple of his eye, so when he saw you lying on the bed dying of pain, he decided to do something about it.
He came closer, sat down next to you and stroked your head, hair fell on your face, your gaze fixed on his smile, calmly whispered affectionate words to you, making you feel so much better. He lay down next to you, covering you both with the sheets, you were only wearing your panties and the shirt that you always wore to sleep on. It was your favorite shirt that you never parted with, it made you stagnate and return to the past that still smoldered in your memory.
"You know what can take your pain away?"
He asked, hugging you, putting your hand under your sweatshirt, you felt him gently caress your body as he wandered his hand over your naked body. He ran his hand over your stomach, finally stopping at your breast, feeling it gently pinching the hardened nipple. You sighed softly, looked deep into his eyes.
"But … this is terrible, Peter …"
You tried to talk him out of the idea, but he was terribly stubborn, you liked it in your own way, but he wouldn't give up.
"I'll be very gentle"
He said after a while, kissing your cheek wet with tears, you agreed despite the protests, and as he came closer to you, you felt his hot body pressing against yours. Your red-hot core made you feel excited and euphoric at being close to the man of your dreams, made you dizzy and excited you couldn't stop.
You felt the warmth spread through your body in waves, Peter was breaking into your body, you felt it with every member of your body, you squirmed under the influence of his caresses, you had terrible tickles, but you were still able to contain a laugh.
Eventually, Peter's hand went to your panties, he lifted the lace back and he felt the faux material of the pad, you were a little confused but still wished he would continue, pull your mothers away and suddenly you felt disgusted, you wanted to stop it, but Peter interrupted you.
"Everything's all right"
He said slowly massaging your pussy, you felt disgust fade to pleasure as his hand massaged your folds, making you tremble with excitement. You groaned loudly, sinking into his gaze, his fingers slowly moving between your labia, clitoris, and your orifice. It was so fucking hot and real, you felt him sticking two fingers into you and moving them calmly. You embraced his neck, groaning right above him, looking him straight in the eye.
The fire that formed in the intestines spread all over the body creating fireworks in the stomach, he began to move his hand faster as he brought his fingers in and out of your bleeding pussy, you could feel the blood slowly dripping from your buttocks dying the sheet red, but it was not relevant now, no you worried about it, what mattered now was that Peter gave you an unearthly pleasure thanks to which you can see the stars.
It was everywhere. This pleasure and all-encompassing bliss.
His fingers make you moan, tilt your head, Peter kisses you on the neck, goes down to your breasts, kisses them, caresses your nipples with his tongue, marking his obedience with a wet trail. It causes you to drown from all these stimuli. You can't handle it anymore, you feel the walls of your pussy tighten on Peter's fingers, you feel your orgasm overwhelm you with every move they make, and the heat from your core spreads throughout your body. Peter stares at your orgasmic face, loves to watch you cum.
"I adore you. Cum again, just for me, my sweet girl "
He started to move his fingers faster and faster, the sound of the splashing driving you insane, and he winds up even more. You feel him rubbing his masculinity against your thigh, he is starting to be hard and ready for what is to come, still not giving up, fucking you sharply with his fingers.
"Cum for me, one more time … please"
You feel his fingers brutally breaking through your folds and you can't stop what's coming anymore. Muscles tighten, pussy pulses again, heart beats faster, adrenaline is released with another orgasm. Your head falls unconsciously on the pillow, you gasp, smiling at him. You're glad you gave him the satisfaction he so longed for.
Encouraged, he gets up and strips naked, lies down next to you as you take off your shirt and put it on the chair next to you. He lays over you and starts kissing your whole body, first he kisses the inside of your right thigh going up to your stomach, chest, kissing your lips passionately.
"You are so beautiful"
He's heading for your thighs again.
"I'll make you scream my name"
Another kiss. He finally settles between your thighs, his face level with your pussy starting to lick your swollen clitoris. You groaned with pleasure, he gently moves his tongue up and down, massaging your folds, pain has given way to indescribable pleasure, you grabbed his head, pinching your fingers on his hair, you pull it lightly under the influence of excitement and ecstasy that haunts you under the influence of his caresses.
"Fuck, Peter!"
You screamed when you felt his tongue entering you, his face sunk in your folds, he was only sighing under the influence of self-fulfillment and the desire to make you the happiest woman in the world. He caressed his penis under the influence of your moans, which encouraged him to be complacent. When he finally finished massaging your sweet pussy with his tongue he jumped up and headed towards you, he kissed you passionately on the lips, you felt the taste of blood. He put his hands on the pillow, right between your head, settled between your legs and calmly entered you so as not to hurt you. You groaned in pain, but after a while the pain subsided, his body heat heated you to red. You cuddled up to him, feeling his heart beating, the sound of the blood circulating in your veins, and the deep movements that made you dizzy. You couldn't stop moaning, you put your arms around him on his back, brushing your fingernails deep into his skin leaving red marks. You wrapped your legs around his hips moving vigorously, making him enter you even faster and deeper, you could feel him all within you, even though it gave you a momentary bliss and a break from the pain that will invariably return.
Your tight pussy tightened around his circumference, making you feel him more intensely, you listened to his hips bounce off your buttocks, this sound made him wind up even more, making him move even faster and you moaned and squirmed under his body . You tried to ease the conflict that was forming within you, but you couldn't. This stam kept getting deeper and made you explode. Your third orgasm comes out of the way causing your pussy to tighten tightly on his cock, Peter feels it more intensely than usual, grunts loudly screaming your name and then releases his frustration filling you with all his warm white semen. He falls down on your sweaty body, kisses you gently on the cheek, then falls on the sheets next to you. His wet, muscular body is scarred and he hugs you. You fall asleep together cuddled up to each other.
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Peter Hale/Reader: His
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Peter hale/reader
Summery: peter calms you in the way you have always wanted
Rating:Smut
You sigh and dry off throwing on Peter's shirt and boxer shirts. You walk into the living room to find Peter sitting on the couch shirtless. You walk over to him till you touch his knee and you straddle him.
"I missed you" you say kissing his neck. His hands go to your hips and you bite your lip.
"I had to hold Derek's hand today while looking for that body" he huffs and you grin. You play with the hair at the base of his neck and run your nails down his neck.
"Maybe you should come to the bedroom and I'll rub your back?" You grin, nipping his neck and his hold tightens.
"Kitten behave" he growls in warning but you don't listen and suck a mark on his neck making him growl.
"What if I don't want to behave? What if I want to be your bad girl?" You say nipping his ear and you grind down on the growing bulge. Peter chuckles and his hand lands on your thigh and his other around your throat making you moan.
"You just can't help yourself can you?" He chuckles and you bite your lip. You both knew this was because of the super full moon but the other part is you loved to fuck Peter.
"Oh please we both know you want me" you smirk moaning as you roll your hips and his hand gose to your hip holding you still making you growl and he flashes his eyes in warning.
"There is something I want even more" he growls, he pulls your mouth to his and he kisses you deeply biting your lip when he breaks the kiss. At this point you are soaking your panties and his pants as you try to catch your breath.
"What's that?" You pant catching your breath. You felt your cunt throb painfully and whine when he held you still.
"Your hot little mouth wrapped around my cock" he growls against your neck and ear making you moan and whine. He pulls back till your lips are almost touching and he nips your lip and you moan.
"You know I always love to suck your cock" you smirk and slide to the floor and undoes his pants and pulls them down letting his cock spring free. You reach up and grab his cock and slowly start to stroke him. You lean forward and suck the head of his cock and you both moan.
"Fuck! Good girl" he growls as you deep throat him. You Moan at his words and you look up at him as you gag a bit and you pull off for some air.
"I love how your cock feel in my mouth" you say before sucking his head back into your mouth and his free hand winds in your hair and he holds your hair still as he fucks your mouth and throat. Peter lets out a growl as he cums down your throat. He lets you go and you pull off him and swallow down everything he has given you.
"Come here!" He growls pulling you back in his lap and ripping your soaked panties in the process.
"Peter!" You cry out when he rubs your clit. Peter bites your lip and you lean down and kiss him deeply. Peter's other hand touches your breasts making you moan.
"Strip and get in the bed" he growls letting you go and you whine at the loss of his touch. But you walk with shaky legs to his room and strip naked and you crawl in the middle of his bed and you let out a whimper when his scent fills your nose and you feel hot and needy.
"Spread your legs show me what's mine" he growls stroking his cock. You moan and spread your legs showing him your soaked pusay and he groans.
"Please" you moan as your cunt burns and throbs for him.
"What do you want?" He groans, stroking his cock faster.
"I want you to fuck me till I can't move" you moan your hands roaming your own body. You moan as you rub your clit as you watch Peter jerk off over you. Peter let his cock go and he crawled over you.
"But first i'm hungry" he growls as he sucks your clit in his mouth and you grab his hair as you thrust up. Peter holds you I still and you moan and scream for him.
"Fuck! Peter! Please fuck me!" You scream as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you. Peter growls and kisses and bites up your hips and stomach to your breasts where he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard as you wrap your legs around his waist. Peter kisses up to your neck where he sucks and bites making you moan.
"Who do you belong to princess?" He growls in your ear pulling back to look down at you. His blue eyes shining electric blue, your own eyes shining just as bright.
"You Peter! My alpha I'm yours!" You cry out as he bites your neck leaving his mark claiming you as his. You moan as he thrusts into you making you cry out.
"You're mine!" He snarls as he pounds into you. Your nails leave bloody marks behind. You lean up and kiss him deeply and nip his lip as you flip you both over.
"And you're mine!" You snarl as you ride him. Peter's hands hold your thigh and hip as you bounce on his dick.
"Fuck your tight!" He growls as your sharp nails leave marks down his chest as you moan feeling closer to cummung. Peter snarls and you are on your back once again making you moan loudly.
"Please" you moan as he fucks you hard. Your claws in his back making him growl and snarl. Peter grabs your throat as he fucks into you his bright blue eyes shine in the dark making your cunt clench around him and he groans.
"You wanna cum? Then be a good girl and beg for me" he growls, kissing you sloppily making you moan when he pulls back.
"Peter Please!" You whine and he starts to slow his thrusts and you growl.
"You can do better than that baby girl" he growls, slapping your breasts making you cry out.
"Fuck Peter Please! I want to cum! I want to cum so I can feel you cum deep inside of me! Cum so much I have your pup" you cry out Peter snarls and pulls out and flips you over onto hands and knees. He pushes back in as he grabs your hair pulling you back into his thrusts.
"Fuck! Such a good girl! Cum on my cock" he growls smacking your ass making you cry out. You scream as you cum hard your cunt clamps down on him and he moans deeply. You knew Peter was close.
"Fuck Peter give it to Me fill me full!" You moan and he growls and stiffens up as he cums you moan and bite your lip when you feel his hot cum. Peter flops onto his back and looks over to you with a cocky smirk on his face as he tries to catch his breath.
"I think maybe you should help me with a shower and maybe a rub down?" You grin and lean down to kiss him and he grabs your lip with his teeth making you shiver.
"You just can't get enough can you?" He smirks as you straddle him.
"Well what can I say? You make me so wet all the time. Now let's go get in the shower while I suck your cock" you grin standing up and walking naked to his bathroom leaving him staring after your.
"Your asking for it" he chuckles as he gets up to follow you.
#smut#requests are still open btw#reader#please request#reader smut#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#peter hale smut#peter hale#peter hale/reader#vikingsarmy#requests open#request#requests#reader insert
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WORKS IN PROGRESS!
hi babes, it's been a minuet. ive really not been myself recently and am struggling alot personally, and it's genuinely affecting my ability to focus on writing. I do want to let yall know that I did promise someone a request to be posted quite a few days ago, and i sincerely apologize, i will be working hard to post it tomorrow night..
there is alot going on in my life that i haven't shared with even the ones closest to me, thins that are terrifying me to my core. i feel insane and isolated, and i am terrified to be home alone most days, but just know i am slowly working through it and pushing myself to be better as I very much want to get back to what I enjoy, which is shit posting and fic writing for any lil random idea I may get..
anyway, just wanted to let yall know the next couple of things to be expected from me:
Sugar Sweet , Jake 'hangman' Seresin currently plotted as a five part fic series.
plus sized fem reader fic, you're broke and in need of a roommate, Jake gets on your nerves in both of your work places (gym and the bar), and though he's probably one of the hottest men you've ever had the pleasure of ogling, you don't necessarily want him living in your home for fear that you might end up murdering him and that damn smug grin on that damn perfect face..but you can't afford not to have him, so really, what do you honestly have to lose?
FLYGIRL , robert 'bob' floyd. currently only plotted as a stand alone, but could change.
fem!pilot!reader fic. you were two days in to your much needed and hard earned vacation when you got the call back to top gun, and rather than sit and twiddle your thumbs and listen to your parents berate you for your line of work, you immediately got the hell out of dodge and made your way down to southern cali, to an all too familiar base with a crew of pilots who you're much too familiar with, all except for one. you're quite intrigued by the shy, quiet man who seems to be the only one out of your group of aviators to have the tiniest shred of faith and confidence that your one and only dream in life is achievable.
speechless, billy hargrove part four.
the chronicles of Billy proposing with out proposing and wedding planning.
'Stupid Fantasy' Peter Hale x Werewolf Reader Fic.
not ready to give away the plot but this is tomorrow nights post, just saying. Don't quote me on the title im not sure if im keeping it
#stranger things#billy hargrove fluff#billy hargrove fic#billy hargrove smut#jake seresin#hangman top gun#jake hangman seresin x reader#bob floyd#bob floyd fluff#bob floyd x reader#top gun imagine#top gun#top gun maverick#teenwolf fandom#teenwolf smut#peter hale smut#peter hale
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love; derek hale x reader
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pairing: derek hale x reader (she/her)
warnings: none
prompt: 5. “he loves you, you know? he’s just afraid of admitting it.”
summary: in which the reader and derek are oblivious to liking eachother and it’s painful for everyone to watch.
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derek hale is called many things - sour wolf, the mean alpha, power hungry, and selfish. but turns out, he’s not any of those things. well, maybe a bit power hungry but he got past that.
derek has always been nothing but nice to you. always been courteous and sweet whenever you’re around, never mean or selfish like stiles or scott says he is.
the first time you met derek was when peter resurrected himself by using lydia. you were out for a walk when came across the hale house. you’ve heard tales about it and decided to go inside, little did you know that would be the start of your friendship with the one and only, derek hale.
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right now, you’re sitting in derek’s loft waiting to have a mandatory pack meeting that scott called. you’re with lydia, peter, stiles, issac, allison, erica, and boyd.
“what do you think this is about?” lydia asks.
“no idea. but it’s probably pretty importing seeing as though it’s seven in the morning.” stiles says, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket that was previously sitting on the back of derek’s couch.
“it’s more than likely about the kanima issue we’re currently having.” issac matter-of-factly says. he’s always been a straight to the point type of guy, kind of like derek.
“where are derek and scott? they called this meeting and yet they aren’t even here.” you speak out to nobody in particular.
“they’re probably getting snacks or something. they know how the betas get in the morning and during meetings without some form of food consumption.” peter replies to you with a small smirk at your mention of derek.
everyone knows of your crush on derek. and of derek’s crush on you. yet, neither of you two act on it. the pack is getting tired of the small glances and touches you guys share and not putting a label on whatever you guys have going on.
it’s obvious to anyone looking at you both that there is something going on, except the two of you.
“well, well. would you look who decided to show up.” you break out of your thoughts and look up and see scott and derek. heart fastening a little at the sight of him.
“oh, would you be quiet? you know how everyone gets without food during these meetings. you should be thanking us.” scott says, setting the food down on the coffee table and taking a seat by allison.
derek sits down next to you on the couch, putting his arm around the back of you. admittedly, it makes you blush a little bit. but you can’t let him know that so you try to avoid eye contact with him. obviously it didn’t work.
derek looks at you confused because you never purposely turn away from him. he looks down at you, “hey, you good? these guys didn’t bother you that much did they?”
“uh no no it’s fine. it’s just a little warm in here, you know?” you try to hide your face with embarrassment while talking to him.
“oh, okay. do you want me to turn the heat down or anything?” he asks you.
“no, it’s fine.” you say.
“okay.” he drops the subject and goes to listening in on scott telling the pack about what needs to happen with the kanima issue.
you look up at him, admiring all his features. his eye, his hair, his body. holy shit. you can’t help but think, he’s really pretty. i guess he noticed you staring at him because he looks down at you mid stare.
“what are you looking at?” he questions.
“nothing, nothing at all.” you say with a little smile while turning away and focusing on what scott is saying. roles reversed now.
this time, derek is staring at you while you listen to scott speak. man, she’s so pretty. he thinks to himself. i wish i could just tell her how i feel without putting her in danger.
“hey y/n? can i talk to you a second?” lydia asks, “in private?”
“yeah, sure.” you say.
she gets up and you follow in tow. she leads you up the stairs of the loft, up into derek’s bedroom.
his room his neat. bed made and well put together. you could’ve guessed that it would’ve been considering how much of a neat freak derek is.
“y/n.” lydia speaks.
“what? what’s wrong, lyds?” you question her.
“you and derek keep looking at each other like your in love. when are you gunna to confess to him that you’ve liked him for the past two years?”
“what?! one, derek definitely doesn’t like me like that, we’re just friends. and two, we aren’t looking at each other like we love each other.” you try explaining, lying out of your ass.
“bullshit. he loves you, you know? he’s just too afraid to admit it. he just doesn’t want you wrapped up in all his issues and getting you in danger or hurt.” lydia says.
“i don’t know, lyds. there’s no way he could like me. i mean, we’ve been friends for almost three years and he hasn’t once shown an interest in me.”
lydia leads you to the bed, sitting you down on it and her sitting right next to you.
“i think you need to ask him how he feels, ‘cause i can tell you right now that the whole pack is getting tired of you guys making googly eyes at each other and acting like you’re in love.” she’s definitely speaking facts. ever since about a year ago, you and derek’s relationship has been different, more flirty but not enough for you to notice a drastic change.
“fine. i’ll ask him after the pack meeting, but if he doesn’t feel the same way i’m not coming to another meeting for like, four months.” you say.
“you’re being dramatic, y/n.”
“nope. i’m serious, id be too embarrassed coming back.” you explain, smiling cheekily.
“you promise to ask him after the meeting then? because i can swear to you that he feels the same way.” lydia says.
“yes lyds, i promise.”
“perfect. then let’s go back down there.” she gets up and starts walking back down to the main floor with you in tow right behind her.
you guys make your way back to the pack and you sit back down by derek. except this time when you look up at him, he’s smirking back down at you.
“what are you smirking at, huh?” you ask him with a slight smile on your face.
he leans down to whisper in your ear so only you can hear what he’s saying, “oh nothing, just that i think you and lydia forgot that i could hear every word that you guys just said.”
oh shit
“whattt… i uh, don’t know what you’re talking about, der.” you try to play it off. acting like your heart rate isn’t beating a thousand miles per hour right now.
“don’t worry, love. i think we have something to talk about after the meeting though.” he says, and then bringing his head back up and focusing on the meeting once more, not giving you time to respond.
the remainder of the meeting seems like it’s forever, when in reality it was probably only twenty minutes at most. at the end, everyone gets up to leave and when you try to, derek grabs your wrist bringing you back down beside him. “i don’t think so, love. we need to talk.”
der, i really don’t think we should. i already know you don’t feel the same way i feel. so what’s the point in even talking about it?” you say.
“who said i don’t feel the same?” he says with a smirk on his face.
“what’s that suppose to mean?”
“it means that i like you too, dumbass. in fact, i am in love with you. i didn’t want to tell you because with us being together it would put you in danger.” he confesses.
“derek..” you start.
“with everything going on, you’re always there for me and i don’t know what i would do without you. if something were to happen i couldn’t live with myself. you’re perfect. you’re funny, smart, beauti-“ you cut him off.
you kiss him.
you couldn’t take him rambling and rambling about how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you. you’re fine with being in danger as long as your with him.
your guys’ mouths mold perfectly in sync. this is even better than i thought it would be. you think to yourself.
eventually, you pull away. gasping for breath and looking at derek. he looks happy, ecstatic even. you’ve never seen him smile this big before.
“derek.”
“yes, love?”
“i don’t care if i am in danger in order to be with you. i want to be with you no matter what is happening in our lives.” you say.
“then i promise to keep you safe, no matter the circumstances.” he says.
“so what does this mean then? like, us?” you ask.
“i guess this means i finally get to take you out.” he pronounces, goofy smile on his face.
“about time.”
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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU
Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)
Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff
Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent
Words: 5.8k
Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!
Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.
One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.
***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***
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One Year Later
Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.
Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.
Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.
It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.
Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.
Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.
Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.
He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.
He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.
He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.
If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.
On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.
On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.
She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.
She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.
As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.
"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.
"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.
"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."
"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."
"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.
She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.
"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.
"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."
"You didn't hear me either," She teases.
"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."
"Son-in-law?"
"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.
"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.
Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.
Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"
"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.
"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."
One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.
"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.
"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.
"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.
"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.
It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.
It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.
"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.
"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.
Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."
"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.
"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.
"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."
She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.
"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.
"Future falcon?"
"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"
"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.
"You take that back."
"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.
"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.
"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.
"Who else would it be?"
The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.
Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.
Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.
With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.
Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.
"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.
"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.
"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.
"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.
"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.
"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.
Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"
"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.
"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.
"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"
"Y/N?"
"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.
"Not you too," Peter groans.
"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."
"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."
"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.
"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"
"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."
Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."
"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.
After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"
"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.
"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"
"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.
"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.
"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."
"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.
"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.
"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."
The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."
"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.
"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."
Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."
Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.
"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.
"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."
He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."
She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"
"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"
"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."
"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"
After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.
Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.
"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.
"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."
"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."
"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.
Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."
"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.
"Good. I'm way too young for that."
"Aren't you lik–"
"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.
"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."
Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."
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That’s What Friend Are For - Peter Hale x Reader
Pairing: Peter x Reader
Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!
Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!
Enjoy!
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You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.
The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.
“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.
You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.
“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.
“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.
“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.
“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.
“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.
“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.
“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.
“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.
“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.
“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.
“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.
“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.
You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.
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After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.
“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.
“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.
“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.
“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.
“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.
“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.
“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.
“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.
“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.
“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.
“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.
For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.
You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.
Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.
You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.
“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.
“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine
“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.
You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.
You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.
“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.
“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.
“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.
You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.
“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.
“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.
“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.
“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.
“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.
“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.
“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.
Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.
Me : Why
Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.
Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.
You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.
“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.
Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.
Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.
You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.
“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.
“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.
“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.
“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.
“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.
“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.
After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.
“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”
Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.
“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.
“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.
“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.
“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.
“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.
“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.
He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.
“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.
“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.
“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.
“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.
“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.
“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.
“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.
“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.
“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.
He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.
“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.
“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.
“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.
“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.
“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.
“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.
“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.
After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.
“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.
“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.
“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.
“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.
“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.
After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.
“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.
“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,
That’s what Friends are for.
#older guy#peter hale#peter hale x reader#peter hale x you#peter x you#peter x reader#smut#D/s undertones#teen wolf#tw#teen wolf imagine
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Ian Bohen for Bello
#ian bohen#peter hale#ryan from Yellowstone#he is so handsome#such a model#hand kink#not me having a smut fic about Ian and cheetos hiden away in my docs
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Hi everyone!
Okay so I need some requests on fan fiction to write.
Here’s who I write for for sure but if you give me anyone I’ll try:
Sherlock Holmes (from the BBC and Ebola Holmes)
Count Tewksbury
Seth Clearwater
Jasper Whitlock Hale
Edward Cullen
Prince Caspian
Edmund Pevensie
Peter Pevensie
Peter Parker
Tom Holland
Neville Longbottom
Draco Malloy
Blaise Zamboni
Dean Thomas
Fred and George Weasley
Percy Weasley
Percy Jackson
Cedric Diggory
Bill Weasley
Tom Riddle
Mattheo Riddle
Regulus Black
Oliver Wood
Newt Scammander
Scorpius Malfoy
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)
Carlos De Vil
Harry Hook
King/Prince Ben
Diego Hargreeves
Zuko
The Darkling
Kazz Brekker
Hermes (A Touch of Darkness)
Hades (A Touch of Darkness)
Clark kent (specifically any one that’s animated lol)
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I do write smut if you want
Um so yeah. Let me know if you have any requests and I’ll do my best to write them:)
But I prefer to do fem reader, cause that’s what I just typically do, but I also do gender neutral and I’m willing to try male reader in the future
#Sherlock Holmes x reader#twilight#harry potter#Henry Sherlock Holmes#seth clearwater x reader#Jasper hale x reader#Edward Cullen x reader#prince caspian x reader#edmund pevensie x reader#peter pevensie x reader#tom peter parker#Tom Peter Parker x reader#Peter Parker x reader#neville longbotton x reader#smut#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#descendants#a touch of darkness#chronicles of narnia#the batman 2022#six of crows#shadow and bone#umbrella academy#avatar the last airbender
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Alfa
Pairing: Peter Hale (werewolf form) x fem! reader
Word count: 707
Warnings: unprotected sex, fur, blood, dirty sex, fear and Peter, who is the sexiest werewolf in the world. 18+ MDNI!
A/N: I managed to mobilize and finish one of my fanfics. I'm proud of myself, and hope you like it.
Masterlist
He was still there. He wandered through the trees like a ghost. It penetrated your skin like smoke that floated lightly in the air. You felt the shiver, the panic and the adrenaline pumping through you. How did you feel so different? Breathless, you ran as hard as you could, barefoot, in a nightgown and your hair flowing. You hid behind a tree, laying down on the wet ground to take at least a few calm breaths.
You could smell his scent in the air. You felt him gently step on the ground full of growing moss and scattered pine needles. The wind tore through your body so that you felt goosebumps. You were damn cold, but you lost your sweater somewhere along the way. You had absolutely no idea where you were. You hoped it would be over soon.
The panic slowly subsided. You were fine with your breath. The pulse calmed down.
You screamed in horror as you saw his body leaning out from behind the tree. He was huge, and his eyes had been fixed on you ever since he found you. He could smell you, taste your sweat, licking your cheek gently.
He brushed your hair out of your face with his paw and looked at you again. And you saw him. Peter's piercing gaze, as calm and caring as ever. Despite what he had become, he still knew who he was. You smiled at him, snuggling into his thick, gray fur.
Tears streamed down your cheeks again, and his paws wrapped around your frail, shivering body. You snuggled even more into his body.
The terror subsided as you felt his calm breath and heartbeat, calm as never before. You made him humble. The bare survival instinct was gone for good. Calmly, you laid down with him on the ground, ruffling his thick, gray fur on the back and neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, closing his blue eyes.
The intimacy of the situation made you feel aroused and wanting him to touch you before the fire passed. Before he was still in this form. You've never done it with him like this. He resisted it, but the desire for it clouded his rational thinking so much that he pounced on your frail body.
He flipped you onto your stomach, wanting to do it as quickly as possible. Instincts so primal awoke in him that he could no longer control them. Your nightgown fell down your back as he yanked your hips up. You felt him in your mind. His breathing quickened again, his skin numb from the cold, dirty with pine needles, leaves and brown earth.
He entered you quickly. You felt it shove all the way into you, penetrate you deep into your core, where all the tension, the essence of passion and desire, accumulated. His cock was moving inside you so fast you couldn't take your breath away. Your hands were on the ground, bruised and bloody and full of shreds of leaves. The scratches on your hands made you alternate between pleasure and pain as you rubbed your wounds against the dirty earth. Salty sweat poured from your bodies.
He rested his head on your back, taking the material of your pajamas into his mouth. You felt his hips moving faster and faster. Your moans turned him on even more. He wanted to be all inside you, his hands gripped your hips, deepening the hip thrusts as the walls of your pussy pressed hard against his cock, wanting to feel him even more inside of you. You felt yourself reluctantly reaching the edge of the abyss and slowly falling down with him. The twitching of his body, the spasms of his muscles, his hard cock inside you, it all made you unable to resist the temptation to cum with min. To feel his cum flooding you from the inside out. As it falls over your body, panting hot air against your sweaty back.
He licks the sweat down your spine. You turn onto your back to look at him, but he's already in a different form. You stare into those still-blue eyes, and you can't get enough of them. He is your Alpha. He is your everything.
#peter hale#teen wolf fanfiction#peter hale smut#peter hale x you#peter hale x reader#teen wolf smut#teen wolf fanfic#female rader
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This was crazy, you knew this was. And yet here you were running in the middle of the woods on a full moon while Peter hunted you down. You could feel your heart race as your mind thought up all of the things he would do to you once he found you.
"You're going to have to do better than that" you hear his voice come from the darkness and you bite your lip. You take off running through the creek and going back to your house hoping that your own scent would hide you.
Making it back to the house you take deep breaths and try to calm your breathing and your heartbeat. Even though you felt so excited and wet. You knew he could pick up on it. You grin as a chill runs down your spine in excitement, he was coming.
Hearing a sound in the living room you go see what it is only for it to be empty of anyone. You look throughout the house and then go back to your bedroom not looking when you come in closing the door behind. Turning around you run into a hard chest and you look up to see Peter with a smirk on his face and his eyes glow in the darkness of the room. You try to take a step back but your back hits the door and he chuckles.
Peter leans in and sniffs your neck with a soft growl that made you shiver and your cunt to throb and leak for him and he knew it. Peter brings his head close to your ear.
"I win" he growls hotly in your ear making you bite your lip. Peter strokes your face and makes you look at him with a firm hand around your throat.
"Naybe this time but next time I will win" you grin and he chuckles as he uses his claw to cut down your shirt exposing your breasts your nipples hard and begging to be touched. Peter growls and kisses you deeply making you moan. You grab the back of his head pulling on his hair making him growl.
"You know what that means sweetheart" he smirks down at you. You get on your tiptoes to nip his lip as you rip open his button down shirt and running your nails down his chest.
"You can fuck me however you want but I'm still having fun here" you grin kissing his chest and biting a mark making him growl as you kiss and bite on his chest and lower stomach. Peter growls when you undo his pants and he groans his head falling back. You look up at him as you stroke him before you suck him down your throat making his hand go into your hair and he snarls.
"Fuck! Such a good girl for me" he groans hotly as you deep throat him. You look up at him as you moan around his hard cock. He groans and holds you still as he fucks your throat. You gag and moan as he fucks your face how he wants. Peter growls and shoves deep in your throat and he cums with a growl of your name. Peter pulls back and looks down at you as you lick your lips while looking up at him.
"I love how your cum tastes" you grin standing up. Peter grabs your throat and kisses you deeply making you moan and you reach up to pull him closer.
"Strip for me sweetheart" he growls slowly and you bite your lip as you Strip out of all your clothes. Your hands go to his shoulders as he kisses you deeply.
"Please Peter I need you"you moan as he bites and nips your neck you were soaking wet for him.
"What do you want?" He growls lowly in your neck. You had a hard time thinking or speaking with his mouth on your neck.
"I need you to fuck me" you moan, Peter chuckles and leads you to the bed. You get unto bed and spread your legs. Showing him your dripping wet cunt. Peter crawls over you and you reach up touching his body and loving how he feels over you.
"Oh I plan to" he growls, grinding his hard cock Into you making you moan and cling to him.
"I love how you feel over me. I love how safe I feel" you moan kissing his mate mark on his neck you had made months ago.
"I'll always keep you safe" he says slowly, kissing and biting marks everywhere he goes. Peter grabs his cock and rubs it through your folds making you whine and beg for him.
"Please! I need you! Fuck me hard! Make me your bitch!" You beg your nails clawing at his arms and he groans.
"Good girl" he growls as he slowly pushes into you. You moan and cling to him as he fills you full.
"Ah fuck! Peter!" You cry out as he starts a hard and deep pace making your toes curl and your nails to dig in his back. Peter loved watching you as he fucked you. He loved all the sounds you would make just for him. You were his in ever since of the word, you were his mate and he yours.
"I want you to scream my name! Let everyone know who you belong to!" He growls as he fucks you into the bed. Peter's grip was firm but not painful. Peter was so deep inside of you felt so full.
"Yes! I'm yours! All yours! Please, I want to cum!" You beg feeling so close to Cumming but not quite able to.
"Cum for Me! Fuck cum so I can fill you full!" He groans as he fucks you hard and deep. You cry out out and cum hard your nails leaving marks down his back and he snarls.
"PETER!" You scream his name and he growls as he cums filling you full.
Peter takes a deep breath and leans down kissing you deeply and he grabs your throat, his eyes flashing blue.
"I'm no way near done with you sweetheart heart so rest while you can" Peter chuckles as he pulls you into his chest. You kiss his chest and look up at him with a grin. You swing your leg over his hip and straddle him and you grin down. Peter rubs your tighs and hips.
"What If I don't want to wait?" You grin and lean down to kiss him deeply knowing it wouldn't be long before he took over making you his once again.
#smut#requests are still open btw#reader#please request#teen wolf smut#teen wolf fic#teen wolf#peter hale/reader#peter hale#peter hale smut
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Art of Seduction: Peter Hale
Character: Peter Hale x male reader
Universe: Teen Wolf
Warnings: Smut, a bit kinky
Coming back to a small city, that had so many memories for me like Beacon Hills, was a strange thing. In the last few years, since finishing school, I hadn’t thought about it much. But how much I actually would be happy about returning, I could’ve never imagined.
To be honest I did not hope for much. I just had to care for my sick father, while also somehow finishing my studies. Most of the time I was in my childhood home. That was until two years later, I finally finished my master's and immediately got a job as a researcher.
Even though I couldn’t leave my father, the people were really gracious, and even helped me build a research lab perfectly for my studies near my home, so my father would never be alone. Of course, things weren’t easy that way, but this project was worth it.
It was not long after I started my research, that I just needed to leave my home for one day, asking one of my neighbors to look after my father for that day, to just go into town.
The day was nice, the sun shinned down giving the mostly modest temperatures a good boost. I was sitting in a Cafe, reading a book I was interested in for a while. As a man approached me. A bit older than I normally liked, but way too handsome for his own good.
We talked for hours, he was charming, a gentleman, and funny. With the grumpy way he looked, I almost thought this conversation would go horrible.
Weeks passed and we got closer. So close, that I got to know his younger nephew, and that was where all problems started.
„Derek?“, I asked the man, my date wanted me to meet. Peter was confused, that I knew his nephew already.
„I thought you moved away.“ Derek was different than I knew him. Of course, after a tragic life just like his, it was understandable.
„I did, but my father became sick and I had to come back. And now I’m working from home. I thought you would never come back, as you said to me, that night.“
Not long after I said this, I could feel how the hand around my wrist became stronger. Looking over at Peter, clear jealousy was visible on his handsome face.
Softly I laid my hand on his, „Derek was my best friend back in school. You know when you were a creep and always came onto school grounds to hang out with him?“
Never in my life would I have thought that his face could actually become red. He always seemed so over everyone and everything. But I found it cute, even though something told me, that he was not only embarrassed but also angry. So I just decided to let it go and talk further with Derek.
Days after the meeting, I haven’t heard anything from Peter, he did not pick up any of my calls or messaged me back. It was quite out of character for him. Especially the way he had spammed me before.
Going over to his house, was fruitful but also borderline scary. He had opened the door and even let me in. And everything in the house was clean from the smallest crack to the entire ceiling. It even looked, like he had polished every bit of glass he could find.
„What I s going on?“
„Go back to lover boy. After you called me out I remembered how you looked at him, with these disgusting puppy eyes, wanting all of Derek’s intention…“
Before he could say too much bullshit, I just kissed him. Something we hadn’t done before. To be fair, we had done nothing prior to this. He never seemed really ready for it.
But Derek told me a lot about him and what he went through since his family died and he actually was in the basement as well. This means that it was a miracle that he wasn’t completely burned and still alive.
„I don’t want Derek. I never wanted, I might have been a bit infatuated with him, but nothing else.“ His face was in-between my hands, while I told that to him.
His eyes widened as he realized that he fucked up. Even trying to get me to stroke his cheeks. Almost like a hurt dog. Instead of that, I pulled him into a tight hug. His hands were almost immediately short above my behind.
„Are you showing me around, or what?“, I asked a while later. A bit embarrassed he looked away, but grabbed me by my hand and showed me everything. Because he seemed to have cleaned the last days, it was in pristine condition. „And what about your bedroom? You know I will need to know where it is, when I come by more often, from now on.“
With a rising blush on his cheeks, he brought me finally to the place where I wanted to be from the beginning. Not a second later after we came into the room, I pushed him onto his bed. Immediately getting in between his legs, hands already over his groin, „What?“ He was able to ask before I began to open his pants.
„Either you can ask questions, or I can suck your cock, and maybe if I like what I see I even let you fuck me.“
He was utterly stunned at my words. I was reserved rarely using any ‘bad‘ words always pleasant. That must have been quite the shock for him indeed.
But he did not say another word, nor did he try to move me away, which I took as my sign to do something about his doubts. Opening his pants and grabbing his already massive hard member, I was more than happy to see what he was hiding. I hoped it was big enough to fuck me stupid with.
Licking it slightly, he already shamelessly moaned like a schoolboy getting his first blowjob in his life. But I also could feel his restlessness and decided to do what I could. Taking him into my throat. It took exactly five seconds, for him to cum like a fountain down my throat, as I massaged his member with it.
Coughing I came back off of it, as he was finished. „Haven’t had fun in a while?“, I asked him cheekily. But he just looked away, ashamed.
I even had to double take, „Wait, you are a virgin?“, I asked him in absolute disbelieve. He said nothing, just looked away.
With both my hands on his knees, I slowly came up again, standing in front of him. Panicked eyes, searched for me, fearing that I would abandon him, after learning of this. But instead, I was undressing myself, right in front of his eyes.
Which lustfully followed my every move. „Are you just laying there, or are you undressing yourself? Or do I need to do this too?“ It did take a moment before he realized what I had in mind. With the agility of a teenager, he had already shredded his shirt off of his body, but was too slow, to do the same to his pants, before I straddled his upper body.
„I will ride myself open with your dick and when I signal to you, that everything is fine, I want you to fuck me as you want, okay? Don’t worry, you can even wolf out on me, you can’t hurt me.“
Again he just stared at me stunned, not because I was entering his dick, into my tight hole but because of the words, I had spoken to him. Normal people just do not know when someone is a werewolf.
But thankfully, he had not enough time to think about it, as his head already was pushing into me, pleasuring us both.
I was not sure, when it happened, directly after I was sitting completely on his dick, or a couple of moments later, but as soon as I gave him the signal, he got me off his dick, stood up with me, but threw me back down, pushing my head into his cushions and fucked the everliving daylight out of me.
He was ramming me, biting, even piecing my flesh with his claws. But every damage he does, vanished immediately after he pulled the bodily weapons he used out.
That was the point after which I don’t remember anything anymore, just vividly had the picture of him, holding me against a wall right beside a tall mirror. Calling me names, and even asked me to call him a special title. Which I refused even with my clouded mind.
It was now the day after, I lay sore in his bed, as he had brought breakfast to me. Apologizing for him handling me so hard. But I assured him, that this was nothing. And he could’ve gone even worse. Which I thought he would do, considering he is a psychopath.
Again his taken aback face, which grew old really fast. „Derek talks a lot and almost has nothing nice to say about you these days. But I don’t mind. At least life would not be boring with you.“ I smiled at him, before and after giving him a big kiss.
His shocked stare changed into a warm look of adoration. „But if you asked me, to call you ‚Daddy‘, I swear to all the gods, that I will rip off your cock, make a fake that is exactly like it and fuck me with that and you just able to watch because you wouldn’t have anything to do it yourself!“
„I’m obviously not the only psychopath here.“ He smiled back at me, his hands already back on my ass, massaging my hole again.
„Shut up and fuck me again, old man.“
„You are on it, little brat!“, he jokingly said, just to ram himself back into me, where he belonged.
Love takes strange ways, but at least, he was good in bed, with a cock for days.
[Masterlist]
#Peter Hale#Peter Hale x male reader#peter hale imagine#Teen Wolf#Teen Wolf x male reader#Teen Wolf imagine#x male reader#male reader#male reader imagine#x male reader imagine#Smut
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LIST OF CHARACTERS THAT YOU CAN REQUEST FOR!
i have decided to give a larger list over a few different range of shows that i am familiar with. You may request smut, fluff or whatever comes to mind, but please remember to include a scenario!
Stranger Things:
Steve Harrington
Jim Hopper
Billy Hargrove
Jonathan Byers
Teen Wolf:
Derek Hale
Peter Hale (pls he's literally my favorite)
Scott McCall
Stiles Stilinski
Isaac Lahey
Theo Raeken
Liam Dunbar
Jordan Parrish
The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:
Stefan Salvatore
Damon Salvatore
Tyler Lockwood
Matt Donovan
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Kai Parker
#stranger things#stranger things smut#billy hargove smut#billy hargove x reader#chief hopper smut#jim hopper smut#billy hargrove#hopper#hopper x reader#jonathan byers x reader#jonathan byers#jonathan byers smut#stranger things s2#teen wolf#scott mccall#scott mccall smut#peter hale smut#peter hale#derek hale#derek hale smut#the vampire diaries#damon salvatore#klaus mikaelson smut#klaus mikealson smut#elijah mikaelson#elijah mikaelson smut#kol mikaelson#kol Mikaelson smut#kai parker#kai parker smut
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Merry Christmas @geekmom13 from your Steter secret Santa for the @stetersecretsanta2023 challenge, I hope you enjoy the story and have a holiday.
Title: Jingle My Bells.
Fandom: Teen Wolf.
Trigger(s): Explicit sex.
Pairing(s): Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Chris Argent
Rating: Explicit.
Chapter: 1/1.
Summary: It's that magical time of year, joy and merriment are in the air, and for Stiles Stilinski-Hale he's going to find out what happens to good little twinks on Santa's nice list
#teen wolf#magical stiles stiliski#alpha peter#chris argent#steter secret santa 2023#shameless smut#spicy content#stiles stilinski#peter hale#established relationship#canon divergent au
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The Lost Child - Chapter 34 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU
Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?
Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)
Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff, & More To Come
Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent
Words: 5.5k
Note: Sorry this is so late!
Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.
One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.
***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***
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Everyone was quiet as they made their way through the woods toward the hunter’s safe house. The only sound that could be heard was the crunching of leaves and sticks beneath their feet. Y/N knows it’s wrong, but she wishes she was Allison right now so she wouldn’t have to deal with everything.
Stiles doesn’t like the silence but it’s taking everything in him to break it. He’s worried that if he starts talking then he won’t be able to stop. He’s also not sure if he wants to accidentally piss off anyone who’s in charge of protecting his life.
As much as he’s annoyed at everything that has happened and that has come to light, he also can’t help but have a little fanboy moment inside his head. He’s about to head into battle with the Avengers. The last time they stormed a place he had been sidelined. Now, he’s walking through the woods, about to go into a little war with the hunters, with the Avengers suited up next to him. It’s like a dream he always had but also mixed with a nightmare he always had.
He watches Y/N from the back of the group as she and Chris lead them to the safe house. He doesn’t like that he’s been paired with Liam and Peter but it could be worse. He could be paired up with Peter Hale. He definitely wouldn’t make it out alive if that were the case.
“Are we almost there?” Peter Hale asks.
“Why? Do you have somewhere better to be?” Scott questions.
“Yes. I was thinking about asking your mother out again.”
“Wait, what?” Sam looks between Scott and Peter, confused about what he just heard. How old is this guy and why does it seem like he only hangs out with teenagers? He knows Peter is Derek’s uncle but he also dated one of these kids' mothers?
“Ignore him.” Derek rolls his eyes at his uncle. He just wants to get this over with. He’s tired of having to deal with the Argents and the Avengers. He wants to go home, wrap Y/N up in a warm blanket, and not leave their bedroom until they have to. This past week has caused him too much stress and he’s over it.
Y/N comes to a stop and waits for the others to stand around her, “We’ll split up here. Remember, Sam, Bucky, and Malia, you’ll take the right side. Kira, Natasha, and Wanda, you’ll follow them but then split off to the north side. Scott and Steve, you’re going to the left side. Stiles, Liam, and Peter, you’ll follow them. You’re in charge of killing the Anuk-ite, so good luck with that.”
Chris takes off his backpack before unzipping it and holding it out to everyone, “Everyone take a walkie-talkie. I’m sure these aren’t as advanced as some of you are used to but they’ll do. I’ve already set them to the correct channel but it’s channel 7 if you mess it up.”
“Radio in if you feel the Anuk-Ite so Stiles and them know where to go. He has the mountain ash to kill it so don’t try killing it yourself,” Y/N says while everyone grabs a walkie-talkie. “Also radio if you need help. While we have an idea of what we’re up against, there could be more and some of you have never had to fight these types of creatures before. They are very different from your space aliens.”
“Anything else?” Stiles asks.
“Yeah, don’t die.”
“How are you not a motivational speaker?”
“Okay, let’s go before they do this for another twenty minutes,” Scott says, walking away from the group to the left where Y/N told him to go. Steve presses a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips and murmurs something under his breath to him before following Scott.
“Radio in when you’re in place!” Y/N yells out to Scott.
The rest of the Avengers watch as Y/N and Stiles lock their pinky fingers and promise each other they won’t die. Y/N doesn’t know it but she’s done that since before Pepper gave her away. Anytime they’d go on a mission she’d make them promise they were going to come back. She believed that pinky promises were a binding promise and that there was no way you could break them. It’s little things like that that let them know that the girl they knew is still there, just a bit different.
“One last thing,” Y/N sticks out her hand toward Chris. Chris pulls out a bulletproof vest from his backpack and hands it to Y/N. She quickly pulls it over Stiles’ head and straps it around him before he has a chance to protest. “Just in case.”
“Why have I never been given one of these before?” Stiles scoffs.
“Just be grateful you’re getting one now. Now go.”
Chris, Derek, Peter Hale, Tony, and Y/N watch as the others run off to where they’re supposed to be.
“What else do you have in that bag?” Derek asks, eyeing the backpack in Chris’ hand.
“You don’t want to know,” Chris zips his backpack up and puts it back on his back.
“We’re in place.” Scott’s voice rings out of their walkie-talkies.
Y/N sighs as she tries to mentally prepare herself for the fight ahead, “I think I could sleep for a week after this. I’m surprised I haven't gotten a call from my boss yet saying I’m fired for being gone for so long. I swear I didn’t have this many vacation days.”
Derek moves to stand in front of Y/N to meet her eyes, “I’m sure they’ve seen the news and will understand why you haven’t been in for a while. Scott said Melissa was covering for you so I’m sure it’s fine.”
“I’ll have to get her something nice for covering for me this long.”
“And she’ll tell you that you don’t owe her anything.” Derek pulls Y/N close and presses a kiss against her forehead. He knows how stressed she is about everything because he’s also stressed about everything.
“We’re in place.” Bucky’s voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.
“How do you want us to get into the house?” Y/N turns to Tony at his question. She almost forgot the others were there with her and Derek.
“We need to wait until everyone has lured out as many hunters as possible then we fly in,” Y/N says.
“You can fly as well?” Tony’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. Did he miss something in the files Hydra made about her? Can werewolves fly?
“No, you’ll have to either carry me or I can get on your back.”
Tony goes to respond but Kira’s voice cuts him off as it rings out through the walkie-talkies, “We’re in place.”
“Okay,” Y/N looks around at Chris, Derek, Peter, and Tony, “you ready?”
Chris tightens the knife holders on his thighs and double-checks the gun in his hand, “Ready.”
“Ready,” Tony says as his suit builds around him.
“Can we finally get this over with?” Peter asks, inspecting his claws.
“I’m going to climb up into a tree until I think it’s time for us to hit the house. You should do the same.” Y/N says, looking at Tony. “I’m their biggest target and if they know where I am then they’ll forget about the others. We’ve got to hide a bit first.”
“I’ll follow you,” Tony replies.
Y/N looks back at Derek, “Be safe and kick some hunter ass. I love you.”
“I love you too,” Derek says before pressing a hard kiss on her lips, as if he’s scared he won’t see her again.
Y/N pulls away and walks over to the nearest tree, “You know what to do babe!”
Derek, Chris, and Peter watch as Y/N starts to climb up the tree and Tony flies up into the one next to her. Derek waits until he can no longer see her figure before transforming into his beta form.
“Now we can get this over with,” Derek says, letting out a loud roar to let everyone know it’s time to go and to let the hunters know they’re here.
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Steve tightens the shield around his arm before looking up at the sound of a roar.
“What was that?” Peter asks, looking around making sure nothing is coming at them. He’s dealt with a lot of weird things being in the Avengers but he’s never heard something like that before.
“That was Derek,” Stiles states.
“You stay here and wait for someone to radio you,” Scott tells Stiles, Liam, and Peter.
“Where are you going?” Liam asks.
“We’re going straight towards them. Let’s go.” Scott nods at Steve to follow him.
Steve huffs a bit in frustration as he follows Scott. He doesn’t enjoy being told what to do from a teenager. If it was Y/N here, he would follow without question. She might have been for 15 years but he’d still trust her with his life.
Scott slows as he gets closer to the safe house. He can already hear a few hunters loading their guns and sharpening their knives. He listens to their panicked voices as they talk about the roar they heard and how they know they’re being attacked. If he focuses hard enough he can also hear Stiles, Liam, and Peter bickering behind them.
“Let’s stop here. We don’t want to get too close.” Scott says. “We need to lure them out here.” Scott tries to count the number of hunters standing outside of the house in front of them.
“I got it,” Steve states, throwing his shield out toward the hunters. The shield hits three hunters, knocking them to the ground, before coming back to Steve.
“That’s one way to do it,” Scott mumbles, watching as the hunters look their way. He quickly ducts behind a tree as the hunters slowly make their way towards them.
Steve ducts behind another tree as they wait for the hunters to come closer. He can hear the ground crunch behind him letting him know where they are. He waits until he can see the end of a gun before jumping out and knocking the hunter back into two others.
That’s when all hell breaks loose.
Scott jumps out from where he’s hiding as all eyes are on Steve, throwing the hunter closest to him into a tree—knocking him out. Bullets start to fly as Steve and Scott attack. Scott’s surprised he hasn’t been hit by any bullets yet as knocks out another hunter.
Steve throws his shield toward the hunter's legs, the vibranium-metal breaking their knees and shins as it hits them. He quickly knocks them out as they hit the ground one by one. It’s not long until they’ve taken out all of the hunters that attacked them.
“Is that it?” Steve asks, knocking out the last hunter.
“I doubt it. The others must have the rest of the hunters distracted or the rest of them haven’t left the safe house.” Scott says, looking around for other hunters.
“We should move in,” Steve says, moving towards the safehouse before Scott sticks out an arm to stop him.
“Not until we’re told too.”
“There’s no one over here. We should move in.”
“Not until Y/N tells us too.”
Steve doesn’t understand why they can’t just move in. They easily took out the hunters. He doesn’t understand why they were acting like they were going to be a challenge. The hunters are down on their side and they have a clear shot toward the safe house.
Scott’s head quickly turns as he starts to smell something in the air, “Do you smell that?”
“What?” Steve doesn’t know what Scott’s talking about.
“It smells like…” Scott’s voice trails off as his eyes widen as he looks behind Steve.
Steve quickly turns around to see four large creatures standing behind him. They look like men wearing bones and an animal skull for a mask. “What am I looking at?”
“Berserkers.”
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Sam and Bucky are standing back-to-back as they fight off the hunters around them while Malia holds off more of them.
“How many of these guys are there?” Sam asks, slamming another hunter onto the ground.
“I don’t know but they’re pissing me off,” Bucky says. His arm comes up to block the bullets being shot at him from a hunter on the ground. He rips the gun out of the hunter’s hand and knocks him out with a quick kick to the face.
Bucky turns to find another hunter to attack to see the hunters fleeing from them.
“Why are they running?” Sam asks.
“Something’s coming,” Malia states, her eyes closed while trying to listen to her surroundings.
Bucky tries to listen and see if he can hear what she hears. He closes his eyes for a second. It sounds like something is running toward them. He opens his eyes and looks into the woods in front of him. Something is charging at them.
“Get down!” Bucky tackles Sam to the ground as a deer jumps out from the trees and almost tramples over them. It runs past them almost as quickly as it appeared. It looked rabid.
“What the hell?” Sam mutters, staring at where the deer ran off.
Bucky looks down to where Sam is in his arms from when he tackled him. Disgusted, he scrambles up off the ground and away from Sam.
“Did you smell that?” Malia asks.
“Robo boy’s cheap cologne? Yeah, I smelled it.” Sam says, wiping the dirt off his suit as he stands up from the ground.
“No, the deer. It smelled like fear.”
“Fear?” Bucky asks. He thought that something was running at them but what if it was actually running away from something? He slowly pulls out his walkie-talkie while his eyes dart around. “We found the Anuk-Ite.”
“On our way,” Stiles’ voice rings out from the walkie-talkies.
“Are you sure?” Sam questions Bucky.
“Yeah, I’m su–” a pained scream from the woods cuts him off. He pauses, his head whipping toward the sound.
“Bucky! Buck!” someone is screaming out for him. He moves to run into the woods but Malia moves in front of him to stop him.
“What are you doing?” Malia asks.
“Do you not hear someone screaming?!” Bucky yells, angry that she’s preventing him from finding whoever’s yelling for him. He swears it almost sounded like Steve.
“The only person screaming right now is you,” Sam says.
“What?” Bucky looks between Sam and Malia. Can they not hear what he’s hearing?
Sam stares at Bucky for a second before realizing what’s happening, “Close your eyes! Close your eyes now!”
“Why am I closing my eyes?!” Malia yells, her eyes now shut tight.
“It’s the Anuk-Ite. Whatever happens, don’t open your eyes.”
Sam, Bucky, and Malia stand still as they wait for something to happen. They’re hoping Stiles gets here soon to kill the thing.
“How could you?” Bucky quickly whips his head around, his eyes still shut tight, as Steve’s voice whispers in his ear. “Why?”
“I don’t understand…” Bucky whispers, confused about what's happening.
“I told you to finish him.” Bucky’s head whips around again. He knows that voice. It belongs to the man responsible for turning him into the Winter Soldier, Arnim Zola.
“Buck…no,” Steve’s voice whimpers. “This isn’t you.”
“You have your orders, soldier! Kill him!”
“No!”
“You can’t stop him, Steve. He’s no longer the boy you used to know. He never will be. He has always been the Winter Soldier, and he always will be.”
Bucky’s closed eyes tighten as he repeatedly mutters to himself, “This isn’t real. It’s not real.”
“Buck…” Steve’s voice is quiet. Bucky can feel a soft hand caress his cheek. It feels like Steve.
“I’ll do it.” That sounds like Y/N’s voice but harsher. It sounds like when she was pretending to be under the hunter’s and Hydra’s control.
“Ah, my perfect soldier. Always ready to do what you’re told.” Zola’s voice sounds closer than it was before.
“She’s not your soldier,” Bucky growls. Y/N will never be Hydra’s soldier.
“I think you’re forgetting who you are. Let me remind you. Longing. Rusted. Seventeen. Daybrea–”
“Shut up!”
“It’s who you are! Now, finish your mission!”
“No!” Bucky is trying to remind himself that this isn’t real but it’s getting harder too.
“Let me.” Y/N’s voice is now coming from in front of him. “Just admit it. You couldn’t save yourself, you couldn’t save me, and you couldn’t save Steve.”
“Wh-what are you talking about?”
It goes quiet. Maybe it’s over?
As Bucky brings a hand up to his face to wipe away the overwhelmed tears that were slowly falling from his eyes, he hears the sound of someone being stabbed in front of him. His body goes rigid as he hears someone start to choke—possibly on their own blood.
“Hail Hydra,” Y/N’s voice whispers in his ear.
Bucky quickly opens his eyes toward the ground in shock and confusion. His eyes move slightly in front of him to a knife sticking out of someone. Not just someone. He’d recognize that uniform anywhere. Steve.
Bucky’s eyes shoot up to Steve’s face only to be met with the glowing purple eyes of the Anuk-ite. His body immediately turned to stone.
“Buck, you still good?!” Sam calls out, unaware of what just happened. He can’t hear Bucky but he can hear Malia. She sounds like she’s apologizing to someone until she goes quiet. “Malia?”
“Malia?!” Sam can hear someone yelling for her.
“Uncle Sam?! Uncle B?!” Peter rushes into the area where Sam, Bucky, and Malia are. Liam and Stiles run in behind him.
“Oh my god…” Stiles stares at Malia’s frozen figure. She looks like a statue from Medusa’s lair in the Percy Jackson movie.
“Please tell me you’re real?” Sam asks.
“The Anuk-Ite’s gone,” Liam says.
Sam opens his eyes to see Peter staring at a Bucky statue. Stiles and Liam are also crouched down next to a Malia statue.
“What happened?” Peter turns to look at Sam.
“I-I don’t know. One second it was here and now it’s not. I’m not even sure when this happened.” Sam gestures to Bucky. Why didn’t the Anuk-Ite go for him? He could hear Bucky talking to someone—most likely whoever the Anuk-Ite wanted him to talk to—and he could hear Malia, but nothing ever happened to him.
“Now what?” Liam asks.
“They still need people attacking on this side,” Stiles says. They need people to weaken the hunters from every side.
“I can still do it but I don’t know if I can do it alone,” Sam states.
“I’ll stay,” Liam volunteers. “I can help on this side while you two get the Anuk-Ite.”
Stiles looks hesitant but agrees, “Make sure nothing happens to them.” Stiles looks between Malia and Bucky and wonders how much longer he has before their current state is permanent.
“Where do you think it went?” Peter asks.
“I don’t know.”
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“What the hell are these people?!” Nat yells out, barely missing the edge of the blade that swipes at her.
“They’re Oni!” Kira yells back. She’s trying to hold off four Oni while Natasha and Wanda fight the other three.
“I thought we’re supposed to be fighting hunters?!”
“I thought the same thing!” Wanda yells.
Natasha ducks as one of the Oni swings their sword at her. She’s able to remove the sword from the Oni’s hand as the sword lodges itself in the tree next to her. Nat quickly pulls the sword away from the tree and watches as the Oni pulls another sword out of nowhere.
“We’re going to die here.” Nat mumbles, readying herself to continue fighting.
As Kira blocks the Oni’s swings, she can see the glint of a weapon coming from within the trees behind them. “I think the hunters have finally decided to join them!” She hears the sound of something firing.
Wanda and Natasha turn to see several hunters running toward them. Most of them seem to be carrying guns while the others seem to be holding knives. Nat can count about thirty hunters.
“You guys take the hunters! I’ve got these guys!” Kira yells at them, her eyes starting to glow.
“You sure?!” Nat asks.
“Go!”
Wanda and Natasha break away from the Oni and charge toward the hunters. Nat throws the sword in her hand on the ground and pulls out her Glock 26s. As the hunters start to shoot at them, Wanda uses her powers to rip a tree out of the ground and throw it through the group of hunters—knocking several to the ground.
Nat ducks behind a tree as bullets fly past her. The bullets slowly come to halt as she reloads her guns. She can hear footsteps getting closer to her. It sounds like five different people are coming toward her. Nat puts one of her guns back in its holster as she takes a deep breath.
As the tip of a hunter’s gun comes into view, she grabs the front of the assault rifle while throwing her elbow into the hunter’s face. He lets go of the gun as she knocks him out with the butt of her Glock. Adjusting the assault rifle in her grip, she turns and shoots down the other four hunters.
“I thought we weren’t supposed to kill any of them?!” Wanda yells out to Nat.
“I don’t remember agreeing to that!” Natasha yells back.
Wanda throws another hunter back as she watches Nat take down more as well. Looking back at Kira, she notices a glowing figure around the young girl as she fights off the Oni.
Kira can feel her anger and frustration growing as she continues to fight. She can also feel her control starting to slip. The fox spirit around grows bigger and bigger the longer she fights.
As she feels a blade cut through her right thigh, her fox quickly grows before launching itself at the seven Oni. A blinding light shoots out as the Oni are killed, hindering the hunters. Kira can feel her fox getting more powerful with each Oni it takes out.
With her back facing the light, Natasha uses the distraction to shoot down the rest of the hunters. Looking over at Wanda, she can see her crouched behind a tree blocking the light with her hands. As the light disappears, she turns around to find Kira kneeling on the ground and no Oni around her.
“What happened?!” Nat yelled toward Kira.
“I killed them!” Kira yells back, pressing down on the wound on her leg as it starts to slowly heal.
“Why didn’t you do that earlier?!”
“I don’t really have control of it!”
“Did you have to kill all of them?” Wanda asks Natasha, looking at all of the dead hunters behind them.
“Did you want me to wait until they killed one of us?”
Wanda rolls her eyes at Nat’s response. She could’ve put them all to sleep but it’s too late for that now. She walks over to where Kira is now sitting on the ground.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. My leg should be good in just a minute.” Kira replies.
“I wonder if everybody else also has to deal with more than just hunters?” Nat mumbles, sitting down next to Kira.
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Sitting up high in a tree, Y/N watches as Derek, Peter, and Chris battle the hunters down below. She can hear her radio go off and Scott’s voice asking for help. It takes everything in her to not jump down and help after one hunter’s knife gets a little too close to Derek’s throat.
“Is this what you deal with here in Beacon Hills?” Tony questions, watching as more hunters seem to come out of nowhere.
“Yeah, but hunters have always been the least of our worries,” Y/N replies, her grip tightening on the tree in anger as more hunters appear. She could easily use her powers from here and take them out but then Kate would know where she is.
Tony feels at a loss for words. Watching the hunters down below, he can’t believe this is what his daughter has been with. He doesn’t know why this didn’t hit him before. He was so caught up in everything else, he hasn’t taken a step back to notice how calm she and her friends seem to be about everything.
Since the Avengers have been in Beacon Hills, they’ve dealt with hunters, Hydra, and more. He knows to an extent what Y/N dealt with when she was with Hydra, but what else has she dealt with?
Friends of hers have apparently died and he has no idea why. Was it because of hunters? Was it because of something else they’ve faced? Or was it something that has nothing to do with this little world she lives in?
Tony stares at Y/N as he thinks of something to say. He has so many things that he wants to say and so many questions he wants to ask but now is not the time.
“I can practically hear you thinking from here,” Y/N looks up and locks eyes with Tony. “I know you have a lot of questions and so do I. I don’t really know how long you’re going to be here in Beacon Hills but I’d like to start over after all of this is done.”
“We can stay as long as you want. You can come back with us too…i-if you want. I-I mean I know you’re a lot older now but we kept your rooms the same as you left them. Well, we have a cleaner that cleans them once every two weeks.”
“Rooms?”
“Yeah, one at the compound and one in our old home. We haven’t lived there since you…disappeared. I still kept it though just in case.”
“Even after you thought I was dead?”
“You’re not the only person we’ve known to be presumed dead to still very much be alive. I didn’t want to give up hope. No matter how little it became.”
Y/N doesn’t know what to say to that. She looks back down to watch the others fight off the hunters. Most of the hunters are down so now is a good time to get to Kate.
“We should go now,” Y/N looks back at Tony.
“How are we doing this?” Tony asks, not sure how to carry Y/N.
“Can I just get on your back?”
Tony flies off the tree and hovers in front of Y/N with his back turned toward her, “Let’s go.”
Y/N pulls herself away from the tree and climbs onto Tony’s back. A small smile appears on her face as it reminds her of the piggyback rides her dad, the sheriff, used to give her all the time as a kid before they lost her mom. As Tony takes off toward the safe house, she wonders if Tony or the others ever used to carry her like this when she was younger.
Y/N holds on tighter to Tony as he crashes into the middle of the house. Once Tony has landed on the ground, she hops off his back and surveys her surroundings. They landed in what appeared to be the living room but there was no one around. There’s no one shooting at them, charging at them, or even watching them. They are completely alone.
“Why is no one here?” Tony asks, his blasters ready just in case.
“I don’t know…” Looking around Y/N can see weapons and ammo everywhere. On the wall, she can see pictures of herself and all her friends. There’s even some of the Avengers. There’s a large blood stain on the floor but there is nobody. Whose blood is it?
It’s also quiet. Too quiet. If she listens in she can hear the others fighting, but it’s quiet in the house. Kate must be hiding somewhere. If there’s one thing Y/N knows about the Argents, it’s that they love a good basement moment. That’s probably where Kate is hiding out. And if she’s hiding then she knows she’s outmatched. She knows they’re losing.
As she turns to look at Tony, a body flies through the living room window. Y/N jumps back and is ready to attack until she notices who it is.
“Isaac?”
Isaac groans in pain but makes no move to get up off the floor, “Hey Y/N.”
“H-how? What?”
“Scott told me everything so we came to help.”
“We?”
As Isaac goes to answer, a girl with a crossbow steps through the broken window, “Isaac?!” She starts shooting toward something Y/N can’t see.
“Braeden?”
“Who are these people?” Tony asks Y/N.
“He’s a friend and she’s…” Y/N pauses as she thinks of a way to describe who Braeden is, “she’s a friend of Derek.”
Isaac snorts, “Yeah, a friend.”
Y/N kicks Isaac’s arm at his comment, “What’s happening out there? How’d you go through the window? Why haven’t you got up?”
“I can’t really move.”
“What do you mean?” Y/N crouches down next to Isaac in concern.
“We aren’t the only ones who know a kanima apparently.”
Y/N rolls Isaac onto his side and looks at the scratch on his neck. She can see some of the venom still dripping from the wound.
“Who else has been affected by it?” Y/N asks, laying Isaac back down on his back.
“Scott was protecting a guy on the ground with a shield when I found them,” Braeden replies, walking over to them.
Tony curses under his breath, “Should we help them?”
“Kira and two other girls are currently helping Scott.”
Y/N turns her head to the broken window as she hears a loud roar. It sounded like Scott but she’s not sure.
“Is it just the kanima they’re fighting?” Y/N asks.
“No, there’s Berserkers as well. Four of them.”
Y/N stands up and looks at Tony, “Stay here and help them. I’ve got Kate.”
“You’re not going alone,” Tony states. He’s not going to abandon his daughter. He’s here to protect her.
“They need your help more than I do. If the Kanima takes more of them down, they will all be dead. Help them.”
Tony hesitates for a moment before agreeing, “Fine, but then I’m coming back to help you.”
“Fine. I’ll probably be in the basement. At least that’s where I'm assuming she is.”
Tony looks like he’s going to hug her for a moment before flying out through the broken window. Y/N can hear when he finds the others.
“So that’s your dad huh?” Isaac says with a small smirk on his face.
Y/N rolls her eyes and huffs, “Shut up.” Her radio sparks to life and she can hear Chris Argent calling for Stiles. The Anuk-Ite must be near them. Y/N turns to Braeden, “I’ve got Kate. Make sure he stays alive.”
Y/N flicks her claws out as she checks all of the doors to see if any lead into the basement. When she opens the fourth door, she sees stairs leading down into another room. She walks down slowly until she reaches the bottom.
Looking around, the stairs seemed to have led her to a hallway instead of a room. There are four different doors and she doesn’t know what’s behind any of them. There’s a long ugly rug that runs throughout the middle of the hallway. It looks out of place in the modern-looking hallway.
She’s about to open the first door when she notices the end of the rug is flipped up as if someone tripped over it. That’s when she notices something behind it. Moving the rug with her foot, she finds an escape hatch.
Y/N bends down and opens the hatch. Not seeing anything dangerous, she jumps down into what seems to be a tunnel. Looking down at the ground, she can see a single set of footprints leading away from her.
She follows the footsteps until she gets to the end of the tunnel. She notices a small ladder leading up to another hatch. Y/N climbs up the ladder and slowly opens the hatch. It takes her a second to realize where she is. She’s next to an old lake her mom used to take her and Stiles to during the summer.
Climbing out of the tunnel, she looks around for Kate. She knows she’s here but she can’t seem to see her.
“Kate! I know you’re here!” Y/N yells out.
As she moves to look around, a bear trap snaps around her right ankle. Screaming out in pain, Y/N falls to the ground.
“I was wondering when you would show up, but I’m surprised you showed up alone.” Y/N whips her head around to see Kate slowly walking up to her with twenty other hunters and two Berserkers behind her.
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Pain Makes You Human - Peter Hale x Reader
Pairing: Peter x Reader
Prompt: Requested by ANON
Warning: mentions of self harm, a bit of angst and self loathing ALSO SMUT because you guys wants me to take cold showers everyday...even in winter 😂
Thank you to my lovely Beta as always! @lets-imagine-fanfics
ENJOY!!!
******
Being a teacher is the only thing you ever wanted to do. Even when you had a rough patch in your teens and ended up homeless, it was still your dream. So when you came to Beacon Hills, after finally getting your teaching degree, you couldn’t have been more ecstatic... Except you soon found out why there were so many openings to jobs in this town.
Being startled by a giant beast that oozes black smoke can seriously make a person question their life choices. According to a few rumours, this wasn’t the first strange thing that had happened. However, as a teacher for some reason, your only concern was that a bunch of kids seemed to be at the centre of all of it.
Soon enough you’d manage to find yourself in the pack, as their favourite go-to teacher when they need to leave for a supernatural crisis. You soon became quite close to everyone, even Stiles. Who quite naturally didn’t trust you at all when you came to town.
However, after La Bête you and he were quite close. A lot like a brother and sister but that didn’t stop the boy sending you flirty comments as a joke.
“Come on, Y/N, you know you love me!” Stiles whined as he wrapped his arms around your waist and started to sway you back and forth.
“Mieczyslaw Stilinski, I suggest you get your hands off Y/N before I shoved this spatula up your god damn ass.” Derek snapped as he pointed the spatula directly at Stiles.
“Aww, don’t be jealous, Der Bear! I love you more!” Stiles chuckled sarcastically as he pranced over to Derek. You let out a snort before continuing to get out a bowl for your cereal.
It was pack night the previous night so you were all cramped in Derek’s loft, that didn’t seem to bother anyone. It was now Monday and everyone was rushing to get ready. You usually drove Scott or Stiles to school depending on if Stiles bring his jeep.
“Oh, have you two finally got your act together?” Peter chuckled as he strolled into the kitchen with a smirk.
You let out a sigh before shaking your head at him letting him know the two were just flirting and nothing more. He rolled his eyes before pressing a kiss to your temple which caused you to smile down at your cereal.
“Dad, can you please not kiss in front of me. It’s gross.” Malia groaned as she walked into the room with a disgusted face.
“Malia, it was hardly explicit. I kissed my lover on the head it’s hardly anything to cringe about.” Peter sighed his fatherly tone shining through.
“Ew. Don’t say the word 'lover' either. What century do you live in?” Malia gagged as Stiles laughed into Derek back.
“I quite like the fact your father calls me lover. It feels more mature and intimate.” You snorted playfully earning a chuckle from Scott who was dragging a very sleepy Liam and Mason behind him.
“Lover is a term a lot of older wolfs use.” Derek laughed as Stiles pulled away to look at him with wide eyes. Suddenly every wolf in the room sniffed the room and started groaning minus Peter who looked a little smug whereas Derek just looked shocked.
“Oh, come on, can we at least try and pretend we didn’t just smell that!” Stiles huffed his cheeks flushing softly.
“Did you just pop a boner from Derek saying the word lover?” You laughed as you placed your now empty bowl in the sink.
“Oh, come on! Am I that obvious!?” Stiles huffed before pouring some coffee into a flask and storming out of the loft with a pout.
*****
You watched as the seniors poured into your class. Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Malia were already sat down which made you laugh because every teacher in the school never understood why they came early to your class, that is +until you carefully explained that you were close to the Sheriff and were also dating the uncle of Stiles’ boyfriend. Though Stiles didn’t know that you’d told the teachers that.
You slipped your cardigan off before making your way to your desk. Before you could open your mouth a student spoke up causing you to groan.
“Yes, Luke?” You huffed, your hands coming to rest on your hips as you impatiently waited for his question.
“Teach, either your seriously one kinky bitch or you need to join the emo clique because those are beyond gross.” He snorted as he stared at your arms.
Before you could retaliate or even think about his words, Stiles was out his seat and throwing Luke against a wall, holding him there by his throat. You ran over to the pair careful not to trip over in your heels before hitting Stiles’ back. Scott was out his seat and holding you back in seconds.
“Stiles, let him go!” You snapped as you tried to struggle against Scott’s grip.
“If you EVER talk to her like that again I will find you and I will beat you so bad you’ll be begging for death! Do you understand!?” Stiles screamed, the deepness of his voice shocking a few of the other classmates.
“Why, did I upset your little girlfriend?” Stiles laughed at the boy’s response before looking into the boy's eyes, so coldly it sent visible shivers down his spine.
“I SAID! Do. YOU. Understand?” Stiles growled causing the boy's eyes to widen.
“Y-Yes!” Luke stuttered softly before Stiles finally let him go. You looked at Stiles as he turned around ignoring the boy who was now sitting on the floor catching his breath.
“If a little brother can’t protect his sister what kind of man would I be?” Stiles laughed before ruffling your hair gently.
“I-Idiot. I’m gonna have to give you detention now…” You sniffled as you wiped away the tears that had fallen.
****
You sat in your car outside of your apartment, staring down at the scars with hatred. You wished they were gone. You hated that you always had to hide your arms like some sort of innocent girl who goes to an all-girls Catholic school.
Luke’s words kept running through your head. Despite the fact that his words were childish, they still hit a nerve within you. Peter knew and had seen your scars but he had always told you to never cover them because it was a reminder that I was stronger than some. That I had gotten through something most people couldn’t even dream of. However, that didn’t stop your tears that began falling down your face.
You weren’t sure how long you sat there crying but when someone opened the door and you got hit with the scent of Peter’s favourite cologne. You knew you had to of been sat there for at least an hour.
“Woah, baby, what’s the matter?” Peter asked softly as he picked you up and locked your car.
“N-Nothing.” You sobbed as you clung to him tightly.
“Sweetheart, you finished school over an hour ago and you look like you haven’t moved in at least that long. Your make up is all over your face and most of all you’re crying.” Peter sighed sadly as he carried you into your apartment with ease.
“Oh, j-just another thing that makes me l-look gross.” You cried out as you wiped at your face furiously.
“Who the hell said you were gross!?” Peter asked angrily, his eyes flashing blue as he stared down at you.
“N-No one.” You knew even if he wasn’t supernatural he’d know that was a lie but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
“I’m calling Stiles.” Peter huffed angrily.
You shot out your seat and tried to grab his phone but he held you back as gently as he could. The phone rang twice before Stiles picked up, his voice calm as if he knew why Peter was calling. Peter glanced at you as he asked what happened today.
‘A student said something about her scars.’ Stiles answered sadly.
“What did they say?!” Peter growled viciously.
‘That she must either be a kinky bitch or belonged in the emo clique because her scars were gross.’ Stile huffed his anger matching Peter’s
“What’s his name?” Peter snarled
‘I handled it, don’t worry.’ Stiles replied calmly.
“Thank you, Stiles.” Peter muttered in a soft tone that he only ever reserved for you before hanging up.
He turned to you with a frown before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. His body was warm and inviting as usual, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to relax into it. You felt like you didn't deserve it.
He placed you on the counter next to the sink before walking to the bathtub and turning the taps on. He was quiet which wasn't alarming because as much as Peter was sarcastic he enjoyed the quiet.
He put one of the many lush bath bombs he’d bought you into the water before turning to the small makeup area you had on the opposite side of the sink.
He picked up the packet of makeup removal wipes and moved back towards you, whilst taking one out. He reached towards your makeup smeared face and began wiping away the evidence of your minor break down.
After another wipe was used your face was clear if makeup and the bath was done running. He stripped off the rest of your clothes along with his before picking you up and placing you in the bath.
You moved forward silently so he could get in behind you. Once he was sat down he gathered up your hair and tied it into a messy bun so it wouldn’t get wet. It was amazing how he knew your daily routine. How he knew you didn’t wash your hair every day or how you used makeup removal wipes to remove your makeup but you still washed your face.
He was beyond the perfect partner which is why you knew now that you were settled into the bath a conversation was about to happen. Whether you liked it or not.
“You know your scars are not ‘gross’ right?” Peter muttered against your shoulder before pressing a soft kiss against your skin.
‘No, I don’t know that.’ You thought bitterly.
“Y-Yeah.” You lied despite knowing lying to a werewolf was useless.
“Why don’t we try that again?” Peter sighed sadly as he picked up your exfoliating gloves. Usually, you would’ve laughed at the sight of the great Peter Hale wearing baby pink exfoliating gloves but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to laugh.
“You are not gross. Your scars are not gross. Nothing about you is gross.” Peter muttered as he rubbed your usual body wash into the gloves.
He began rubbing the gloves over your body with just the right amount of pressure so it didn’t hurt, yet still left a slight tingling feeling on your skin. After finishing your arms he moved onto your back when finally he spoke up again.
“I will tell you again. Your scars are proof that you are a survivor.” He muttered as he continued scrubbing your back.
“They’re self-inflicted.” You hissed bitterly causing him to stop all movements.
“That means nothing to me.” He scolded before continuing his circular motions.
“What do werewolves do to regain control if they can’t anchor it?” Peter asked gently.
“T-That depends o-”
“What do they do, Y/N?” Peter interrupted his tone leaving no room for avoidance.
“T-They hurt themselves…” You muttered quietly.
“Pain makes you human. Self-harm is different for everyone. Some do it for release, others for it to ground them. But…” Peter muttered as he began scrubbing your chest with slightly lighter circles this time.
“…Everyone deals with things differently self-harm involved or not.” He sighed quietly as he started on your legs.
“Some go insane and kill their niece to enact vengeance.” Peter.
“Some bury it until they become sour and hateful towards everyone.” Derek.
“And others lean on friends and move on in a healthy way.” Scott.
By the time he’d made his point your whole body had been washed leaving you clean and feeling slightly better about the day’s events. You knew this conversation wasn’t over by a long shot but at least now you felt willing to listen.
After Peter washed himself with his own sponge he rinsed you both off and picked you up to help you out the bath. Once he set you on your feet you wobbled a little before righting yourself. He walked towards your makeup area and picked up your toner and moisturizer before moving back to you once again.
He used a cotton pad to apply the toner gently all over your face. You almost laughed at how sweetly domestic the scene was but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to just yet, instead you settled for a sad smile as he waited for the toner to dry.
Once he finished putting your moisturizer on, he dried you off then wrapped the towel around you. You followed him to the bedroom silently waiting for his next words but as you came to a stop in front of him, words were clearly not how he was going to proceed.
You let you towel fall as he picked you up and placed you on the end of the bed carefully, before kneeling down in front of you and proceeding to kiss up your smooth legs.
His movements were slow and loving causing your breath to stutter. Your eyes never left his, until he finally reached the scars on your thighs which evidently made you avert your eyes.
Most people didn't know about the scars on your thighs. Mostly because after a 'conversation' with your parents about how they'd force you to get help if they saw anymore, you'd decided to switch to a less noticeable place.
When his lips finally pressed against your scars your breathing stop for a second before you finally forced yourself to look. When your eyes looked down Peter's were staring straight back at you with so much love and affection it almost made you whimper.
As he continued kissing up your body you let out a soft moan. He skipped past your core which usually would be a form of playful torment. However, right now, you knew this wasn't about pleasure. It was about reassurance that no matter what, this man would love you.
As he moved to your arms his eyes flicked back to yours making sure your eyes had not once again averted. When he was happy they hadn't he continued placing soft wet kisses against the scars.
You finally released the breathless whimper you'd been holding back causing Peter’s eyes to search your face for any signs of sadness. You knew he could use his wolf senses to tell how you were feeling but he didn't like intruding on your personal emotions.
As he kissed you shoulder you finally gave in and cupped his face gently before pressing a soft chaste kiss on his lips. His lips were soft yet slightly swollen from all the kisses but you didn't care.
When you pulled away your eyes searched his to see if any pity was reflected but all you saw was determination, love and the slightest bit of lust.
“You are beautiful inside and out. And I would not change one thing about you.” He whispered against your lips.
Your E/C eyes teared up as they stared into the ocean blue ones that were your lover’s. This was the man who had his entire family ripped away from him. The man that went insane and came back from the dead.
But most of all...
This was the man you loved.
“Make love to me.” You whispered brokenly. He gave you a small nod before standing up and moving you further onto the bed. You laid down opening your arms and separating your legs so he could situate between them.
Once he was within reach you wrapped your arms around him tightly. He leant down at the same time pressing his lips to yours in a slow yet passionate kiss.
He licked along your bottom lip before pushing his tongue past your lips and twisting it with yours. Unlike most of your kisses this one wasn’t a fight for dominance it was a fight for understanding. His hands caressed your body so desperately yet tenderly it was like it was the last thing he'd ever do. You were panting against his lips as he pulled away slightly, his eyes boring into yours.
His hand made it to your sex which you knew despite the lack of your usual heavy foreplay was dripping wet. He brushed his middle finger down the centre of it causing you to gasp and him to groan in satisfaction at the wetness he felt.
When he pushed two fingers into you, you couldn't help the filthy moan that escaped your lips. As his finger began thrusting in and out of your heat.
The steady string of moans leaving your mouth was causing Peter’s breathing to deepen as he kept his steady pace. He scissored his fingers inside of you gently stretching you out.
After a few minutes, he pulled out his fingers and slid three in this time. You clung to his shoulders your light pink nails digging into his back as you attempted to ground yourself. When you couldn't take it anymore you clenched around him letting him know you were close. He pulled his fingers out earning himself a whimper from you.
“Please, Peter...I-I need you inside me.” You pleaded desperately as he let you catch your breath.
“Okay, my love.” He replied, his voice tender as he caressed your cheek with his other hand.
He lined himself up with your entrance before giving you a careful look. His eyes stared into your as he pushed inside of you slowly.
In your younger years before you met Peter, you always found staring into your partner's eyes awkward and uncomfortable but after you fell in love with Peter that changed. Yet suddenly it was no longer awkward but a way to convey your love for the other person. It made you feel closer to Peter than you had anyone in your entire life. And to you that meant something.
“Peter..” You moaned as your back arched causing your breasts to push against his chest.
“I've got you, baby.” He whispered as he started moving in and out of your tight heat. His thrusts calculated and slow as his forearm supported his weight next to the right side of your head, his hand entangled in your hair as the other cupped your face gently.
Every thrust he made had you panting a moaning against his lips. His hot breathe mingling with yours as he finally started letting out husky groans of pleasure.
Every sound of ecstasy he made only served to push you closer to the edge. Your body pressed so close to his as you cling to him for dear life.
“P-Peter... ‘M close.” You stuttered against his lips.
“Me t-too, my love.” He groaned as his eyes flashed blue and his thrust became uncalculated.
He moved the hand from your cheek between you and proceeded to press a finger to your clit. He barely circled the bundle of nerves twice before you were moaning out his name in release. He thrust a few more times as you clenched around him before he poured his seed inside you. Your name slipping past his lips as he came.
After a minute he pulled out and moved to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth and a hairbrush which caused you to chuckle softly, your voice still wrecked from all the moaning. He wiped you down before sitting you up and untying you hair. He brushed through the waves before sitting behind you and concentrating on braiding your hair so it would be wavy for tomorrow as well.
Once he was done, he pulled you both under the covers able you lay on his chest.
“I love you.” You mumbled against his right peck before pressing a soft kiss there.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
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