werewolf speed


Written for the first day of Sterek Week ‘17: Alpha and Emissary! I hereby present to you 1.5k of werewolf speed dating :D

It’s that time of year again: no, not Halloween. It’s the weekend of the Great North Atlantic Supernatural Mixer.

Or, as Erica likes to call it: speed dating for overpowered Alphas and snooty Emissaries.

Derek has been going since he became an Alpha, and each and every year he came home alone again, much to the disappointment of his pack. He’s not really feeling much hope for this year either.

The connection between Alpha and Emissary is the most important one in the pack. They have to be able to trust each other implicitly as neither can just order the other into submission for the pack structure to uphold. The Alpha Emissary relationship does not have to be romantic in nature, but it often tends to be, given how close they have to be to work together seamlessly as a team.

And Derek just hasn’t ever met anyone he had been able to even remotely imagine building that kind of relationship with. There have been a few Emissaries who approached him, drawn in by the weight that the Hale name still has in the supernatural world, or by the sweet call of money. Some were obviously just after a sexual relationship, attracted to Derek’s body and not interested at all in his mind or heart. It always takes all of Derek’s control to get through the weekend without starting a feud with an easily affronted Emissary. And never has he ever felt inclined to approach anyone himself.

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So there’s this long list of prompts, and I love all of them, so I’m going to do a bunch of them completely unprompted.

Number One: “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

“I can’t believe this is your dirty secret.”

Boyd raised his eyebrows, adjusting his belt. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, scrapbooking? Ballroom dance? Secret piccolo prodigy?” Stiles tried to shimmy the massive wedgie out of his buttcrack, but it just slipped in further. God damn it. He was wearing way too many layers to go after it, at least two of them chainmail.

“Piccolo?” Boyd’s tone itself wasn’t threatening, but picking up a broadsword and sheathing it on his belt certainly was. It was much bigger than Stiles’ sword, that was for sure.

“Come on, dude. Do you really not see the irony of a literal werewolf LARPing? And not as a werewolf? You wouldn’t even need prosthetics!”

“It’s not roleplaying if you’re just being yourself.”

“Okay, but why roleplay when you’re already a badass? Let’s face it, if anyone here should be roleplaying, it’s the pack human who doesn’t have superpowers.”

“They aren’t superpowers!” Derek’s usual reflex response came from behind the curtain, and then he added, “Are you sure you didn’t give me Kira’s outfit?”

Boyd rolled his eyes like they were the ones being unreasonable here. “Yes, I’m still sure. Come out.”

Stiles couldn’t actually hear it, but it was like a sixth sense by now; he knew Derek sighed before yanking back the crookedly hanging sheet that served as a dressing room in a corner of their massive canvas pack tent.

“So, the skirt is supposed to be this short.”

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Okay but, supernatural au

- Each member of the losers club is a supernatural being

- Bev is a witch and Ben is a warlock

- Stan is half ghost

- Bill is a vampire

- Richie and Mike are werewolves

- and Eddie is just a human because why not

- Ben and Bev bond over spell books and trading their favorite spells with each other

- Bill lets the others know that the whole vampires can only drink blood thing is bullshit and he can live off of any fluids

- but the whole mirror, garlic, and shapesifting thing isn’t

- he has to ask Stan for help on how he looks because he can’t fucking see himself

- Stan would 100% probably make jokes about him being dead inside

- If this was a later time period they would make Danny Phantom jokes about him all the time

- Richie has tried to stick his hand in him to see if it would go right through

- Mike is really good with the animals at his farm because he can understand them

- he loves going out into the forest late at night and climbing the trees all the way to the top and just sits there to read

- Richie would be really freaked out at first (cause he’s terrified of werewolves) but because he’s one he’s able to overcome it

- he tells Eddie that his scent is amazing and Eddie secretly gushes about it all the time

- if he’s with one of the losers and they need to get somewhere fast he’ll just pick them up and run because werewolf speed AND werewolf strength

- he does this especially with Eddie so that he doesn’t have an asthma attack

- Eddie probably wears a team Jacob shirt sometimes

- he goes to Bev and Ben in case he needs any medication because their spells work better than his mom’s meds

- sometimes Richie will just jump up to his roof at night and knock on his window and at first he’ll be like “wtf” but then he’ll just let them in and they’ll have a sleepover

- even though Eddie isn’t supernatural he’s still strong as hell

Lmao sorry if this is lame or stupid but I wrote it at like 4 am

Feel free to add on to this if you want!!

Scars (Hurt pt. 4)

Warnings: pretty smutty in the beginning and a little at the end.

A/N: I’m sad it’s ending but, all good things come to an end. A majority of this is in Peter’s POV. I feel like this is how Peter thinks about love.




I watched the beautiful woman below me, her chest was rising and falling gently as she slept. This was my second time waking up next to her and all I want to do is lock her in a house away from everyone, she would be mine and mine alone. She’d never leave me, I’d never leave her.

“I could do it so simply” I whispered against her hair and ran my fingers along the skin of the thigh that rested atop my legs. [Y/N] was currently pressed against me with her head on my chest and her leg wrapped around me.

I hated her.

I hated what she did to me, the way she laughed at my jokes, the way she smelled, the way she smiled. The way she made me smile, the way she made me laugh, the way she made feel. Especially now as her leg brushed against my hardening member. I just got it down. I groaned at the sensation, waiting for another press, gasping when it came. I let out a whimper as she moved her leg away completely. Only she could get me to whimper. She was so unintentionally sexy.

She rolled onto her back and I listened as her heart rate sped up. She was evil. She looks good enough to eat as her shirt was lifted to the point just below her breasts and her shorts sat dangerously low on her hips. Her lips parted and a moan escaped, I closed my eyes and listened intently. I had to unzip my jeans as they were getting tight. I watched her nipples harden through her top being able to see them even though she wore a bra made it even sexier. I almost felt bad about my hand grasping my aching member. Almost. But I didn’t feel bad, instead I opened my mouth and let a moan escape after she let out another one of her own.

“Peter” she moaned lightly. I wanted to know what she was dreaming about. What was I doing to her in her dreams?  I wanted to do them now. I began pumping myself faster.

“[Y/N]” I whispered and opened my eyes to watch her lips tilt up just slightly.

“Yes,” she moaned in a fever. I was almost over the edge as her heartbeat sped again and she began fidgeting. She was waking up, I held in a groan as I pulled my hand away and manuevered myself back in my pants.

“Nice of you to join the living” I tried to sound calm.

“Oh God. You’re still here?” Her eyes fluttered open as her perfect mouth formed a perfect smile. My heart stopped because for one second I thought she was serious, but that smile gave my heart a restart. She had to be a witch.

“You weren’t saying that a few minutes ago.” I rolled on my side to face her. I held in my wince, painfully aware of my member pressing against my jeans.

“Really? And what could I have possibly said in my sleep?” She placed her hands behind her head, trying to be calm. I could hear her heartbeat though, and it was telling all her secrets.

“Sweetheart, you were just curled up against me like a kitten” a smirk was playing on my lips. “And you were purringvery loudly.” She looked away. I loved doing to her what she did to me.

I was about to continue torturing her when​ my phone rang next to me. I groaned and rolled to answer it, I groaned even louder when I saw that it was Stiles face timing me. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and she was watching with curious ones of her own. I sat up and leaned my back against the wall.

“Stiles, it’s too early in the morning for me to look at your face” I told him once I answered and his stupid grin was plastered on his face.

“Awe, don’t be that way. Plus it’s like 2 in the afternoon.” His upbeat attitude was irksome. I rolled my eyes and looked at the time. Fucking hell, the time just got away from me when I was with her.

“What do you want?” I sighed.

“We want to come swimming!” Kira jumped in to view.

“No.” I stated simply

“Pleeeaassee? We’ll get Chinese” he begged. He knew I loved the restaurant they went to, they would never tell me the name. I gave in.

“Fine. But, I want a full chow mein to myself.”

“And sesame chicken” Y/N spoke softly next to me but then covered her mouth as eyes widened as she was out of frame.

“And sesame chicken” I told him, looking back to my phone.

“Wait Peter, what was that?” His grin grew too large for his face. “Is that a girl?” I hung up.

“Holy shit that was close.” She sighed in relief. I’d be lying if I said her relief didn’t sting, I didn’t know we were a secret.

“Don’t want them to know about our secret rendezvous?” I quirked my eyebrow and leaned into her. She leaned away and furrowed her own, the scent of worry leaked into my nose as I inhaled. A look she gave me when I was being stupid, when I let an emotion show. How did she always know?

“You’re no secret, Peter.” Her eyes searched my face. “I just think it’d be hard to explain sleeping with each other without actually… sleeping with each other?” She tried to explain. I must have looked better because I didn’t deserve the smile she gave me.

“True. No one would believe that I’d be able to keep my hands off of you.” The way her breath hitched made me want to continue, “Hell, I barely do.” I smirked as she pushed her legs together.

Her phone beeped and she read the text aloud.“‘Hey, meet us at Peter’s in thirty​, we’re going swimming!!!’ Wow, Three exclamation points… Kira’s excited” she laughed lightly and I scoffed.

“How do you propose the whole sleeping not sleeping thing?” I glanced at her “Because you reek of me… Among other things” I had her blushing again as she stood quickly and walked to her dresser.

“Do I really smell that bad?” She mumbled as she rummaged through her clothes. I took the chance to move behind her.

“Sweetheart, you smell absolutely delicious.” I whispered in her ear and took a deep inhale.

“You’re right, I should shower to get your scent off of me.” she walked to the bathroom quickly but not before I could see the smile forming on hers face.

“That’s not really how it works” I called to her.
After [Y/N]’s shower it was my turn and I took a shorter one than her to her surprise. We rushed down the stairs to my car, we realized that we would need to get to my place before them so that I could change and we could come up with a plan. I’d explained to her my scent won’t just wash off, we’d have to go days without physical contact. Something that I never wanted to happen.

“We made it!” She said after I’d run up to my apartment at werewolf speed and changed into shorts.

“Not exactly.” I motioned to myself. “We still smell like each other” I didn’t mind one bit.

“I have an idea” she said after a second and to my surprise and delight, she lifted the white cover up, over her head and smiled. I watched her with hungry eyes. I’m convinced she’s trying to kill me because now all she wore was a, deep red bikini that tied at the sides. I was brought out of my daze when I felt a push on my back. I turned with a raised eyebrow and lowered my defenses when I was met with a mischievous smile and another push, this time I allowed my body to move. Big mistake, suddenly I was submerged in water, I swam to the top and shook out my hair with a glare.

“Seriously? I told you, it doesn’t work like that.” I climbed out of the pool.

“Yeah but, if we look like we’re playing, that’s the alibi.” She grinned. It was a solid plan, better than mine.

“I knew I liked you” I poked her nose and smirked at her before I scooped her into my arms before hopping in the pool with her. What the hell am I doing?

“Shit.” She hissed when we came up for air. She brought her hand to her face and looked at it, I watched her pained expression.

“What happened?” I grabbed her wrist and looked at her hand. There were three claw marks on the back of her hand, claw marks that I left when I told her about my eyes, they softened and I kissed every mark.  "Never again…“ I told her as I held her hand, taking the pain away.

“It’s fine, they’ll be fine” She smiled at me “I’ll just have a few small scars” she pulled her hand away and rubbed her wrist. “Thank you though, it’s like it never happened” her eyes sparkled up at me.

“If it starts hurting again just come to me” I was being drawn in to her, “come to me for anything.” I spoke lowly as I wrapped an arm around her waist and dipped my head to lean my forehead against hers. I groaned when I heard the sputtering of Stiles’s shitty Jeep.

“What?” She questioned breathlessly.

“They’re here” I grumbled and got out of the pool once again she followed. “Showtime” I tilted my head slightly and smiled.

Once I saw Kira and Liam running to the pool I picked Y/N up and spun her before tossing her in once again. She came up for air and I laughed at the look she gave me.

“My payment?” I asked Kira who was already beginning to throw her pool supplies in. I heard Y/N say hi to Liam and begin making her way out of the pool I turned just in time to catch her swimming to the edge and climbing the ladder out of the pool, she pushed her hair back as she walked over to where she could grab a towel.

“She may as well be a Playboy bunny” Lydia spoke behind me. When I turned I saw, Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Lydia and my lovely nephew Derek gaping at her.

“Hey guys!” She looked up and gave the group a wide smile. Her voice must have brought them out of their daze because as soon as she spoke, Stiles, Scott, and Isaac began pushing past each other as they said their collective hellos.

It’s going to be a long day.
I watched as Y/N sat on Derek’s shoulders opposite Kira who sat on Isaac’s. I wanted to feel angry at the fact that someone else was so close to that area of her body but, the happiness she wore made it impossible. I let out a small laugh when she fell into the water after Kira tickled her to get her to fall.

“You’re staring.” Lydia’s voice broke me from my gaze. I took a sip of my drink and stared straight ahead. I could feel her standing next to me, if it wasn’t Y/N, I’d have to say that Lydia was the least annoying person in Scott’s pack. I actually liked her. How could I not? She brought me back to life.

“So is everyone else,” I muttered at the small girl beside me. It was true, they couldn’t keep their eyes off of her. Even now, as she swam to Liam to dunk his head, the boy nearly had a heart attack at the touch. Stiles was watching as he slipped through a straw and Scott sat on the pool chair next to him, trying to avert his eyes to any and everything.

“True but, you’ve been staring for months” she folded her lips. It was true, but it was much more than mere months. I’ve just been getting sloppy.

“So have you, apparently” I placed a smirk on my face. “Anything you want to tell me?” I leaned against the wall next to me.

“Ugh. No thank you, I prefer my men not to crawl out from the depths of hell.” Her tone was light “Besides, you’ve only got eyes for her” She nodded to Y/N, who was currently making her way over to us. “Stop staring Peter, before it’s too late” she walked away, but not before a tilt of her head that landed in Scott and Stiles’s direction. When I followed, my eyes landed on Scott, who was watching Y/N intently.

“Where’s she going?” She furrowed her eyebrows in Lydia’s direction when she reached me.

“Don’t know, couldn’t care less” I took a drink.

“Rude.” She giggled.

“You having fun?” I didn’t want to waste my time with her talking about anyone else.

“I’d be having a lot more if you’d join in on the festivities” she looked at me with big eyes. She pulled out the big guns fast, usually she saved this look for when I didn’t participate in birthday parties.

“What? I was just talking to Lydia” was that whiney tone really me? God she turned me into a big ball of mush. She kept looking. “Okay, if you want me that badly… Push me in” I smirked and walked to the pool, stopping just before the edge.

Much to my surprise, I felt her warm thighs wrap around me from behind and her arms were wrapped around my neck as I fell into the pool with her on my back. When I came up for air, I was immediately dunked back under. The second time I came up I was met with melodic laughter and a beautiful smile. I matched both with some of my own.

“See? Fun.” She said once her laughter died down.

“Yeah. Trying to kill me is everyone’s favorite pastime” I rolled my eyes and she laughed once again.

“If I was trying to kill you, you’d know” it was her turn to roll her eyes. We were interrupted when Liam did a cannonball. ‘Fun’ she mouthed as she swam away and Kira gathered the courage to splash me.

After a while I began enjoying myself, much to my dismay. Stiles and Isaac had double teamed me in a water gun fight and Lydia had to come ‘Save me’. I swam to the edge of the pool and leaned against the edge, my elbows resting on either side of me. I would love to say that I didn’t notice when her legs started dangling in the water next to me, but I was painfully aware of everything she did. We sat quietly for a while, watching everyone, we didn’t speak to each other until, she placed a hand on one of my biceps and squeezed lightly.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, shocked at the sudden sensation. My hand instinctively resting on hers.

“Not at all.”  She bit her lip softly.


Peter’s fingers felt warm against yours as you sat with each other. The sun had gone down by now and all the wolves were getting much rowdier. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him all day, and it’s not because he was shirtless. It’s funny how you never realized how much you looked at him before. But now, you may as well have it plastered on your forehead. Your thoughts broke when Peter let go of your hand.

“Y/N?” Scott spoke up next to you. You jumped just a little and looked up at him.

“Scott?” You mocked his tone and smiled at him.

“Can we talk?” He looked serious. You furrowed your brows and stood.

“Yeah, you okay?” You took a glance at Peter but, he was already swimming away. You took the towel that Scott handed you and wrapped it around yourself as you began walking towards the parking lot.

“I thought you weren’t sleeping with Peter” he told you once you’d reached Stiles’s Jeep.

“I’m not we-” you began.

“Don’t lie to me” his eyes flashed red for a second, you backed away. Scott didn’t notice, “I can smell you right here. I can smell you over where his car his. You practically live here. I’ve been smelling you here for over six months. I bet if we left for your apartment I’d smell him there, too.” he crossed his arms.

“ If you must know. He spent the night at mine last night and I have clothes left here because I forget them and-” you stopped short realizing how bad this sounds. “Look Scott, I don’t have to explain myself to you. And I definitely don’t have to explain what goes down in my nether regions” you glared at him, tired of the third degree.

“You do if I think you’re in danger! Being alone with Peter is the last thing you want to do.” Scott said in a huff.

“And how would you know, Scott? Maybe all the smelling you’ve been doing is taking up your ability to listen to reason. I mean come on, we’re standing in a parking lot, dripping wet. We look fuckin’ crazy!” You spread your arms to show the scene around you.

“You don’t understand” he started.

“No, you don’t understand. Is it so hard to think that not everyone is shitting on Peter? That he actually cares about us? He risks his life just as much as the rest of you! You’re at his house right now. Listen, Scott, you’re not his alpha, and you’re definitely not mine. so you can flash your little eyes all you want, but it’s not going to stop me from being an adult.” You rolled your eyes. You knew that hurt him a little but, it hurt you that he didn’t believe you.

You began to walk away but Scott grabbed your wrist and pulled you against his chest. “This isn’t about Peter” he said softly. Before he pressed his lips to yours, you kissed back for one second before stopping. The kiss that he was trying to give you would have been dubbed passionate if they were the right lips. He pulled away when he noticed you’d stopped kissing back. “What’s wrong?“he dropped his hold on you.

"Maybe before, Scott…” You began. It was true, you’d had a crush on Scott for a while but that ended a long time ago. You kissed his cheek and squeezed his arm. “You’re an amazing friend…But, you’re not him” you shrugged and made your way back to the pool.

It was time to tell him everything you’d been feeling since the night at Derek’s loft. Even before then, you’d noticed Peter’s eyes on you more often than not. That made you curious, and you found yourself watching him. The friendship that you and Peter had was much more than that, you didn’t want to admit that you developed feelings for him. Much more than any crush.

“The other night was incredible, Peter” The woman said. Peter? Not Peter Hale. You rounded the corner slowly and saw Peter leaning against the wall standing over a woman with incredibly dark haired woman with long legs, she looked to be in her mid 40’s, she still had a youthful glow to her, maybe it was the Botox. Then other night? Seriously.

“Maybe we should do it again sometime” He leaned down to her shoulder. A rage came over you.

“Yeah. Maybe you should” you said as you passed him, bumping his shoulder as you did. You’re pretty sure it hurt you more than him. You walked over to grab your purse and your keys, you looked at your keyring and got a look of determination in your eyes. You made your way inside to the elevator and pressed Peter’s floor. You saw him begin making his way to the elevator just as the doors closed.

“What the hell are you doing?” He said once you reached his door.

“How’d you get up here?” You looked at him accusingly

“I took the stairs” he look at you quizzically. You sighed. Of course he did. You ignored him and began unlocking the door.
“Better question is, why do you have a key to my house?” He didn’t stop you as you opened the door, just followed you.

“Was a dare.” You mumbled curtly, remembering that time that you’d been dared to steal Peter’s keys, he’d had to stay at Derek’s for a few days because he was locked out.

“Original question: What are you doing?” Amusement danced in his eyes, it pissed you off that he thought this was funny. You were still reeling from your confrontation with Scott so it made you extremely irritated. You ignored him as you began searching through his dresser, he grabbed your wrist. “What. Are. You. Doing?” He glared.

“I’m here to take my clothes out of your creepy shrine.” You seethed at him once you ripped your wrist from his hand. “Don’t worry, you can go back to your housewife, I won’t steal anything” His eyebrows furrowed and he looked hurt, you went back to searching because you didn’t think that you’d ever cause that look in his eyes.

You started pulling your clothes out once you found them and you heard his breathing get heavy behind you. He grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the wall, both your wrists were held above your head. “Why are you so mad” he growled, his fangs were out and that should have terrified you but, you weren’t afraid.

“Let me go.” You tried to move your wrists from his grasp to no avail, ignoring the fact that your heart was picking up in pace at his proximity.

“No. Tell me why, now.” His patience was running out.

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with some married woman with boobs so fake that you could use them as floating devices.” You huffed, looking away from him. “I can’t believe you want to do it again.” You mumbled.

“That’s a crock of bullshit!” He yelled, his fangs retreating. “What? Am I supposed to tell you about my nighttime activities? Is it in the best friend clause?” He narrowed his eyes as he spoke sarcastically.

“No, I just think you can do better” you narrowed your eyes back. He let go and backed away. He let out a low chuckle as his eyes raked your body. It was terrifying.

“You’re jealous.” He shook his head as if trying to wrap his mind around it. “You don’t get to be jealous. And you don’t get to react like this when you’re jealous for the first time.”

“I’m not jealous.” You finally pushed yourself off the wall.

“I can smell it on you.” He said through gritted teeth. “You think it’s fair for you to be jealous right now? Because I’m sleeping with someone? I’ve had to watch you go on shitty dates for over a year. I was literally in your bed last night because you didn’t get laid.” He said so harshly that it made you wince.  "But now you’re mad that I did?!“ You started to leave but his frame blocked the door.

"I’m not. jealous.” You repeated, trying to sound honest.

“Now you’re lying to me. You’re lying to yourself. I see the way you respond to me, how you have to stop short everytime you think we’re going too far.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes fine. I’m jealous, okay? I know I don’t have a right to be but, I am. I don’t understand why. I don’t understand anything when it comes to you.” You walked closer to him. “But don’t think I don’t notice you stop short, too. You tease and tease but you’re never ready to seal the deal.” You huffed and it was Peter’s turn to look away.

“Because I don’t deserve you. What happens if you fall in love with me too and I hurt you? You think that I’ll be able to live with myself? You think that I’ll let anyone else live?” His eyes flashed blue once they were looking at you. “Every day with you is torture.” You furrowed your brows. “I am so attuned to you it’s debilitating. I hear your voice when it’s 50 feet away, I smell your scent everytime I breathe, I smell your hate, your love, jealousy, passion. Everything. I don’t keep your clothes here because I’m nice they’re here because I need to remind myself that I don’t deserve you. I do it all to remind myself of that. I would have been fine, torturing myself every single day. But then you had to go and decide to be my 'best friend’. I’m not in the market for friendship but, I’d do anything for you.” He was breathing like he’d just run 10 miles.

“You love me?” You said once he was finished. He gave you a look that said seriously? “I heard everything else but… You love me?” You put your hand on his shoulder.

“Sweetheart, I’m in the 'love you so much I’ll go crazy if I don’t spend every second of the day with you’ kind of love.” He admitted, looking you in the eyes. Your heart skipped a beat.

“If you can hear me from 50 feet, how come you didn’t hear what I said to Scott?” You said softly, changing the subject. Peter Hale couldn’t love you, could he?

“Now you’re mad at me for not listening to your conversations?” His voice was light and a small smile was on his face. “Shut up and let me kiss you.” He said before scooping you in his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It had been a week since you felt his lips against yours but, it felt like a lifetime. He pushed his tongue into your mouth quickly and you fought a losing battle for dominance. Your wrapped you legs around his waist and moaned when you felt his member against you, through your bikini bottoms. He moaned at the same sensation.

Suddenly you were atop the dresser with Peter stood between your legs, his mouth was on yours in a fierce heat, there was lip biting and hair pulling. The kiss didn’t stop until you needed air and even then his lips were on your neck, your shoulder, down the middle of your chest. You pulled his swim trunks down and blushed as you felt the size of his member. He wasn’t lying. A moan escaped your lips as he bit down on your collarbone and pulled the strings to your bikini top. He massaged his hand on one of your breasts as the top fell.

“Peter…” You moaned and ran your hands through his hair.

“I swear to God, if you say 'we can’t’. Someone’s dieing tonight.” He said against the skin of your breasts. You giggled lightly but, it turned into a moan as Peter bit your nipple softly before taking it into his mouth.

“I was going… to say let’s… go to the bed” you said, trying to catch your breath. He pulled away and smirked.

“Oh no no no, Sweetheart. I said no beds for our first time” he pulled your bottoms off. “I’m keeping that promise.” He began attacking your lips once more.

“No beds, huh?” You said as you stretched out on Peter’s bed. You watched as Peter tugged a shirt over his head, already having put on sweats.

“I said first time. No one said anything about round two and three.” He smirked at you and crawled into the bed.

“You really love me, huh?” You bit your lip once he came to hover above you.

“I do.” He nodded firmly before giving you a soft slow kiss. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ll say it as many times as you need for you to believe it.” He kissed you between 'i love yous’. You didn’t know how to feel, you definitely felt more for this man than any other but, love? “You don’t have to say it back. Not until you’re ready” Hurt showed through his eyes for a fleeting second before he said “You’ll say it back soon enough. I’ll make sure of it.” Peter meant it to be romantic but, it came out menacing and you couldn’t help but smile at the promise.

“I know you will.” You smiled up at him. You would make it your goal for him to never have that look in his eye again. “You still have that Chinese food?” You blushed out after your stomach rumbled lightly. He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before climbing off the bed.

“I knew you were just using me for the Chinese.” He smiled.

“Of course I am. Why else would I be here?” You said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, you both were laughing before Peter made his way out the door.

“Tell Scott that if he ever kisses you again. I’ll become the new Alpha” he growled and went to get the food.

Bonded ch. 9

This is one of the last parts so prepare yourself. Also shit is gonna happen in the next chapter. Feedbacks are always welcome and tell me if you wanna be tagged in the next chapetrs.

This is not edited and it sucks mostly so sorry.

Warnings: blood and cat death.

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Originally posted by teenwolf-stilesstilinskiismyhero

“Scott help me.”

You stumbled on his doorstep and fell right into.his arms.

“Help me.”

Scott catches you right in time thanks to his werewolf speed.

“Mom, I need your help.”

Melissa came out of the living room with a surprised look that turned into a shocked one when she saw you.

“Oh my god Y/N.”

She ran to you and grabbed one of your arms helping Scott. They dragged you inside and laid you on the kitchen table.

Melissa grabbed a cloth and Scott grabbed the first aid from the bathroom.

Your head was spinning and you were feverish. You felt weak for the loss of blood and you really thought you were dying.

Melissa pressed the cloth covered in some strange liquid to your chest and you let out a strangled moan.

“It burns,” your voice more gravelling that you had expected.

Scott grabbed your hand and held it tight. Black veins starting to swell on his arm.

“No Scott, I don’t want you to suffer because of me.”

You were about to take your hand off his but Scott shushed you with a firm look.

“I couldn’t the last time someone I loved was dying so please let me.”

Your eyes watered a little, flashes of Allison’s death going through your mind.

“She’s not dying, not under my watch,” said Melissa still working on your chest.

You chuckled a little and looked at her. She looked back at you and smiled and then returned to your wound.

Your eyelids started to get heavy and you struggled to keep them open.

“You can sleep, we’re here. Nothing’s gonna happen to you,” whispered gently Scott.

You finally let gravity win and closed your eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

You woke up on Scott’s tucked under the covers, Melissa was at your side, reading.

“Thank you.”

She raised his head and put away his book.

“I couldn’t let you die, you’re like a daughter to me.”

You felt tears collecting in eyes at Melissa’s words.

“How are you feeling?”


“Good. The pack is all here by the way they are waiting for you to wake up.”

She got up and walked out the room. As soon as she was out all of your friends got in.

Malia was mostly growling, cursing whoever did this to you. Lydia and Mason went into protective parents mode while Liam sat next to you and almost squeezed the life out of you with an hug. Corey was at the corner of the room and you smiled at him. And Scott just looked at the scene from the door.

“Who did this?” said Malia.

“Tracey, she got a spell on Theo and I threatened her so she kidnapped me.”

“How did you run away?”

“Theo helped me, I don’t know how but we have this kind of bond. When he is with me he just remembers reality.”

Scott’s eyes shined from the door, he knew what that bond was, he had the same bond with Allison. You two were in love but you weren’t aware of that.

Malia growled again snapping Scott out of his thoughts and her eyes glowed blue.

“She won’t hurt you again.”

You slowly got up and looked at her.

“You’re right because next time I’ll kick that bitch.”

“Maybe when you’re feeling better,” said Lydia squeezing your hand anxiously.

“Can somebody take me home?”

Liam got up from beside you and helped you getting up on your feet.

“Let’s go.”

When you stepped into your house you felt like ages passed since last time you were there. Even if Tracey kidnapped you here you still felt safe at your home more than anywhere.

You walked right into your room, Liam behind you.

Your room was a mess, blood was splattered all over the place and every single furniture was torn down and piled up in a corner.

Your sheets and clothes ripped in thousands of pieces and scattered on the floor. You took a step into it but Liam stopped you and grow to drag you out.

“Don’t go.”

“Why, is she here?”

Liam shook his head and you wiggled out of his grip to walk in.

Everything seems even messier than before and you sighed slowly. You turned around and looked at your feet.

The body of a small black cat, your cat, was on the floor, blood all over it.


You let out a muffled scream and Liam pushed you towards his chest. His hand moved in circles on your back, hoping to calm you down. But you were still looking at it.

A stripe of blood caught your attention. It moved from the body to the wall and formed three words.

‘School. Tomorrow night.’

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A/N: So ya’ll know love me some Teen Wolf, but ya’ll also know I love me OUAT Peter Pan so I’m going to mash them up. I’ll be writing the Reader’s POV on this blog and Peter’s POV on my  Justpan Imagines Blog, The next part of this fic will be up on that blog some time tomorrow. 

You looked around the beach from the top of the huge rock formation you were resting around.

You saw Lydia and Allison sitting under the umbrellas chatting, a few yards away Boyd and Erica collecting shells.

Closer to the shore Scott, Jackson and Isaac are tossing a football around, and farthest away you can make out Stiles bugging your brother Derek who was just sitting in the sand reading a book.

Stiles was no doubt trying to talk his new boyfriend into joining him in the water.

Derek and Stiles getting together had managed to both shock everyone and not surprise anyone at all.

They fought like a married couple already and heaven knows that everyone in the pack could almost feel the sexual tension between the two of them in the air.

You decided it was time to go and rejoin the pack.

Since the whole pack was home from college for Spring Break, you had suggested that you all have a beach day. Normally Derek would brush you off as his fifteen year old sister being ridiculous, but when he saw how excited Stiles was he quick to cave.

‘Derek quit being so sour and swim with your boyfriend!’ you yelled as you began to approach the couple. You hear the rest of the pack laugh at you teasing your brother.

You could almost feel the ground shake with the laughter.

No…wait the ground really was shaking beneath you.

You look down and see a small green hole in the sand between your feet, and before you could truly question it the wind had suddenly picked up and that small hole began to grow.

You quickly decide that whatever is happening you want no part of it.

You run as fast as your werewolf speed would carry you, but with the wind blowing sand everywhere, and the green hole growing rapidly you were just barely keeping out of it’s reach.

‘(Y/N) RUN!’ Derek yelled as he was pushing everyone in the pack behind him and away from the hole, but he stayed where he was.

Waiting for you to get close enough to him so he could throw you out of harm’s way.

Just as you went to jump toward your brother and the safety of your pack you felt a could hand grab your ankle causing you to fall into the sand.

Thank god the hole had stopped growing.

You feel a clawed hand grab your arm. You look up and see Derek looking at you fully wolfed out and holding onto you desperately as he tried to pull you free from whoever or whatever had a hold of your foot.

‘No!’ he roared as you began to slip away from him.

‘Derek, you have to let me go!’ you yelled.

You didn’t want your brother to be pulled down with you, literally.

You screamed as Derek’s claws sunk deeper into your arm.

‘I said…NO!’ he yelled as you and he began to be pulled in with you.

You look up and watch as one by one the entire pack latched onto each other and finally you felt a final tug at your heel and you, along with everyone you care about, are pulled down.

You close your eyes for what feels like forever, it feels like you will never stop falling.

Then you feel yourself land in strong arms followed by the strong arms followed by the scent of forest, but something was off about the underlining of the smell.

You open your eyes and see a boy who you had never seen before (not that you were expecting to see a familiar face) and he was looking at you with such intensity you felt uncomfortable.

Immediately you jump out of his arm and extend your claws.

‘Who the hell are you?!’ you demanded as you flashed your golden eyes.

‘Oooohh a feisty little pup.’ he smiled.

‘Who are you?!’ you yelled as you pinned him to a tree by the neck, letting your claws nick him a bit.

‘I’m Peter…Peter Pan.’

||Scaredy Cat|| Liam Dunbar Imagine

{Requested: hey! i love your liam x readers, do you think you could do one where the reader is scared to fall asleep or something so liam comes over and its just all fluffy? thanks!} 

“Well that was a shit ending…”(Y/F/N) muttered as the screen went black, indicating the movie was finally over.
“Yeah…total shit.”I lied, feeling weary.

“C’mon, you’re not scared, are you?”They asked, making me scoff.
“Me, be scared? As if, that was lame!”I lied, yet again.

“Good, because I can’t stay over tonight.”They muttered as they stood up and grabbed their backpack.

“But what about test tomorrow? We need to study!”I reminded them.

“I have to go home, my parents are waiting for me to eat with them.”They mumbled as they walked towards my door.


“Bye (Y/N)!”They yelled before slamming my front door.

“Well isn’t this just great…”I mumbled.

The music playing while the credits showed made me scrunch up my nose. As if the movie hadn’t scared me enough, the music was just plain creepy. Suddenly the water bottle next to me fell, making me jump to my feet. I quickly ran upstairs as if my life depended on it, practically flying into my room. Immediately grabbing my phone, I called my boyfriend . On the second ring, he picked up.

“Hey babe.”I heard Liam’s angelic voice say on the other line.

“Hey Li, can you do me a favor?”I questioned.

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”He answered.

“Could you either drive here quickly or run here in your fastest werewolf speed?”I asked.

“(Y/N)…what’s wrong? Did someone break into your house? Are you hurt? Fuck, I’m on my way!”Liam rambled on before hanging up.

What the fuck? Why would he hang up? If someone really was at my house, he’d have to stay on the phone with me so he can hear what happens. Stupid werewolf boyfriend…

In about 2-3 minuets, I heard something crash down making me fall of my bed. I heard loud footsteps come from the stairs, which normally no one in my family does, not even Liam. Suddenly I was met by glowing golden eyes and an animalistic roar. I screamed and threw my phone at the wolf-like human. Wait, wolf-like human? I finally looked away from the glowing eyes and sharp fangs to see a familiar light brown hairstyle I loved.

“What the hell Liam?”I yelled as he covered his nose.

“What do you mean what the hell me? What the hell you!”Liam yelled back, trying not to spill blood on my carpet.

“You’re the one that barged into my room and wolfed out on me!”I defended myself.

“Because I thought you were in danger! I ran all the way here and took a shortcut through the woods, that’s why I got dirt and leaves on my shoes and a tree branch in my hair. I looked at the tree branch and giggled slightly, he looked goofy.

“And then you throw your phone at my nose and make me bleed.”Liam muttered, finally spilling blood on my carpet.

“Liam, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Well at least you didn’t punch me like Hayden did.”Liam mumbled, making my grin falter.

“Aaaaaaand we’re done here.”I muttered, turning around as Liam began to wash the blood from his hands and nose.

Once Liam was done, he walked over to me.

“What do you mean we’re done here?”He asked, confused.

“Don’t talk about her, at least not around me Li.”I groaned, making his facial expression soften.

“I’m sorry baby, I forgot you don’t like her.”He mumbled, trying to kiss my cheek.

“No.”I grunted, shoving him off.
“C’mon (Y/N), please don’t be mad at me.”He pleaded.

I simply ignored him, shutting my eyes.

“At least look at me-
“No, I know you’re doing your puppy eyes thing. I will not fall for your devious tricks again.”I objected.

“Baaaaaaaabe.”Liam whined.

“No.”I muttered.

“Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabe.”Liam continued.

“I said no.”I spat, making him shut up for a few seconds.

“BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABE!”Liam screamed, making me open my eyes.

“What do you want you little twat.”I snapped, making him smirk.

“You’re eyebrows look incredible right now.”Liam replied, making my facial expression soften.

“Awwww Liam, thank you so much! I started using this one- wait a minuet, you tricked me! You just wanted me not to ignore you!”I yelled.

“And it worked.”He beamed, proud of himself.

“Wait. it’s almost 11 pm, are your parents okay with you being out this late?”I asked.

“Yuuuuup.”Liam answered.

“You didn’t ask them, did you?’I asked, not believing him.
“Yuuuuup.”Liam answered, making me roll my eyes.

“Might as well make the best of it…”I muttered as Liam and I slid under my blankets.

“So you called me to sleep with you because you’re scared of a movie?”He asked, making me furrow my eyebrows.

“How’d you know?”I asked, knowing I never mentioned it.

“I saw the movie you were watching downstairs, kind of figured that out when you freaked out on me.”Liam mumbled, making me laugh.

“I get scared easily.”I admitted, shrugging.

“Oh, you don’t say?”Liam sarcastically asked.

“Shut up.”I muttered.

“Scaredy cat, ha ha.”Liam mumbled.

“Shut up!”I raised my voice.

“I’m a werewolf dating a scaredy cat, how ironic. Get it, because werewolves are like dogs nd you’re a scaredy cat-”

“oH MY GOD LIAM!” ——————————————————————————

Pain | Brett Talbot

Originally posted by theawesomedashing


This is dedicated to all the broken hearts out there feeling the same pain as I am


Warning: death, mention of depression

“I can’t take his pain away.”

The words echoed in Y/N’s head as she sobbed on the ground of her shower, the freezing water hit her body like tiny icicles but she couldn’t feel it.

She was numb.

She had just lost the love of her life and nothing made sense anymore.


“No!” Y/N screamed in distress as she watched from a distance, her dying boyfriend and his sister get struck by a car.

Immediately she ran and slid on her knees to be at Brett’s side, tightly clutching his hand.

“Don’t do this Brett. Please.” She begged with her tears already streaming down her face.

She continued to plead for his survival.


She felt the squeezing of her hand and looked up at her sick boy; he brought her hand to his lips and left a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“Angel, don’t worry, I’m gonna be okay.” He stated softly as she shook her head in protest, crying harder.

Lori clutched his other hand and sobbed, “I can’t take his pain away.”

This made Y/N realised he wasn’t in any pain.

He no longer had anything to fight through.

It was all over for him.

She rested her head on his chest as his breathing began to soften. “Please. Please don’t leave me. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Brett breathed out his final words.

Y/N’s heart was in her throat as she cried over her lost partner.

End of Flashback

Y/N was brought back into reality by her heavy breathing and clutched her chest in pain as she remembered the haunting scene.

She didn’t want to continue being haunted by the past. So instead tried to remember her happy times.


Laughter filled the air as two young lovers chased each other around a playground, the sun shone high above them, with nature’s fallen leaves covering the ground; it was beautiful enough to made strangers stop in awe but instead if people were passing by their attention would be captured by a shorter girl chasing around her (as she claimed: giant of a) boyfriend.

“Come back here Brett!”

“No!” He laughed, continuing to run away, not using his werewolf speed; just enough to stay out of his human girlfriend’s grip. “You’re going to hurt me! I already said I was sorry for dumping all those leaves on you.”

“That doesn’t matter! I still want revenge!”

The two continued to run until y/n’s foot slipped over a tiny patch of ice, then a squeak and a groan of pain was heard.

“Oh my god. Baby are you okay?” Brett questioned, immediately at her side as laid on the ground moaning in pain.

“Uhh I’m alright I guess.” She answered although wincing when Brett touched her leg.

He instantly grabbed her hand and slipped off her glove.

“W-What are you doing?”

“Taking away the pain-” Brett waited for her pain to transfer through his veins but it never did. “I can’t take away your pain?”

She sighed and rested her head on his broad shoulder, “That’s because I don’t feel any,” she smiled and kissed his cheek. “But I appreciate the gesture.”

He nodded and gently scooped her up in his arms.

“I think that’s enough physical activity today.”

End of Flashback

Y/N was brought back to reality by a knock on her bathroom door.

“Y/N. Honey. You’ve been in there for an hour, a-are you okay?”

Y/N sighed at the sound of Melissa’s voice. The McCall family had taken her in when she turned up on their porch one day dressed in tattered clothes and drenched in blood; Scott barely asked any questions and just brought the girl into his house; he had learned from experience to help first and ask questions later and he knew he could trust her because of the aura she was producing.

There was something about her, although she claimed to be human, Scott had never seen an aura like hers before.

“Y-yeah I’m fine just…got lost in my thoughts I guess.”

“Okay. Take your time, just checking on you.” Melissa responded, she was always sweet to Y/N, treating her like the daughter she never had.

She was very concerned when another one of her ‘babies’ lost their lover, again. When Alison died Scott never really had the time to really wallow in her death because of his role as leader, but for Y/N, she had nothing holding her back from falling into depression.

Y/N turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, feeling the cold rush of air as she stepped out, instead of intrusive, it was familiar. She stood in front of her foggy mirror and looked over her face, from her red eyes to the bags under her eyes to the tears that stained down her cheeks. She was tired of being sad all the time but she didn’t know what else to feel.

Brett brought happiness to her life; he brought meaning. He showed her a world beyond the four walls of the McCall’s spare bedroom.

And now that he was gone leaving a pain that could only be taken away if he came back.

Thank you for reading! Positive feedback is appreciated, requests are welcome and if you need a shoulder to cry on I am also here for you! I’m sorry to my lovely followers who are still here and have been waiting ridiculously long for me to post but a lot of things are happening in my life and all I can say is I’m sorry. I don’t know if my writing break is over but recent events in fictional world and my own life made me write this so I hope you likes it. I love you all and thank you ♡

Just a small bite

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


One Shot

A/N: I am starting to go through all the requests.Slowly I hope to finish them and make space for new.I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes. Gifs aren’t mine. This is from ‘your’ POV.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “Hey can u please do a BTS Jimin Au just the boys where ONLY Jimin is a werewolf and he gets angry easily and can barely ever control himself and one blood moon or eclipse or something he completely loses control and goes on a killing spree and almost kills JungKook then somewhere in the story finds out the Female alpha who bit him then they become mates….? 

Word count:  4,617

Warnings: blood.

  It wasn’t easy to be different, it wasn’t easy to be a creature many feared.You were born this way and couldn’t change it, not only that but fate had chosen to give you all the power it had. From your first cry you were a werewolf, since you reached the age of 10 you were an alpha.

  Many thought it was strange, a female being an alpha?Yet no matter what they thought no one could say anything, you were the one with all the power.You had the whole pack in your hand and could do with them whatever you wanted. 

  You did go to school everyday like a normal person, except the fact that almost all the time you had people of your pack around you.Slowly as you go older you started noticing that most of the wolves in your pack ,that were the same age as you found mates.They were in love and happy, you on the other hand had only yourself.

  Yet since little you had your eye on one boy, a very charming one.He was supper adorable, but once he started growing up his chubby cheeks turned into a sharp jawline.His body was strong and muscular.People started calling him the strongest guy on school grounds.Most were afraid to talk to him and his friends, but girls still drooled over them. With each day passing you were starting to think about him even more that usual.But you never told anyone, you couldn’t. How would your pack react to you falling in love with a human. 

  You were only at the age of 16 when you realized what he had done to your heart.The thing is, you couldn’t speak to him at all.Your pack members were always with you, trying to protect you from possible harm that might befall you.His friends were always around him as well. One night you finished school latter than expected.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”you looked at the males of your pack

“Ok, let’s go.”the boy with dark green hair got pulled back by another 

“Where the hell do you think you are going?The girls bathroom?”he pushed him on a chair “Sit your ass down Jack.”

“You are a total ass you know that right Mark.”he growled at the the brown haired boy

“Relax you too.If Jenny wasn’t on a class trip she would have gone with Y/N.Let’s just wait.”

“Thank you B.”this person had been with you since you became an alpha.He was super cool and chill most of the time and you liked to call him B, even if it was just a letter.His hair was a bit longer than the others and jet black 

“What if something happens to her?” Jack jumped of the chair 

“Are you underestimating an alpha?” asked B with an amazed look on his face

“It’s not that…”he sat back down and you patted his back with a smile

“I will be fine Jack. Just wait a bit for me, ok?”he nodded and you left the classroom

  The bathroom was empty, maybe because you were the only ones left in the building. You washed your hands and stopped the running water, turning towards the second stall from the window towards the door.Reaching inside your bag you pulled out a few big bandaids and slipped them under the door. As you opened the bathroom, footsteps were heard and someone pulled you back inside.The lights suddenly turned off.You found yourself in someone’s lap, he was strong and definitely hurt.The foot steps disappeared shortly.The man that was behind you sighed and his body relaxed. You turned around and gasped, his name escaping your lips.

“Park Jimin!” 

“How can you see me in the dark Y/N?”he asked 

“How can you?”you returned the question 

“I recognized your voice.”

“Me…me too.” judging by the smell in the air you looked at his face and arms “You are hurt.”

“You must really have good eyesight.”

  You reached in your bag again and pulled out a disinfecting spray and treated all of his wounds. He relaxed after everything was over and the stinging sensation passed by.

“I was shocked when you pulled me back.”you told him

“I was shocked when you slid the bandaids under the door.You are really amazing aren’t you.Why do you have a whole pharmacy in your bag though?”

“My pac-, I mean my friends fight like cubs most of the time.”you giggled and reached out “Let’s get going.”he agreed and you tried to pull him up.Sadly his body was heavier that you thought and slipping you fell on top of him, hitting your head with his. “Oh my god.”you looked at him “Are you ok?” dismissing the light kiss that happened, which he obviously didn’t notice.

“I am, are you?”he asked getting up this time on his own and helping you as well

“Yeah, I am ok.”you blushed a bit 

 Once you walked out in the corridor you saw that the lights were all on.Loud footsteps echoed again.

“Shit, they are back!”you grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit 

“No, it’s ok.It’s not them.”

“JIMIN!”a bunch of boys yelled, obviously his friends 

“Y/N!”you heard your name and soon your boys came as well

“What happened here.”asked the pretty boy of the school, Jin, he did look pissed off “Who the hell are you?”he looked at you

“Y/N are you ok?”asked B 

“What the hell is your problem!?” hissed Mark

“I want to know the same thing.Why was she with our leader?”asked Namjoon

“Careful who you are talking to!” Mark was supper angry, but Jack pulled him back

“Let’s go.”

“Wait…Y/N…”B’s voice trembled “Is this….”everyone looked at you and noticed the blood onto his fingers, his eyes moved to Jimin noticing the same substance onto his lips as well.Suddenly B’s mind traveled to all kinds of places. “You little…” 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Stiles hating his moles (kids are mean growing up and any differences are shamed) and Derek showing Stiles how perfect (sexy) his moles are. (First time sending a prompt in lmao)

I love this prompt, though I went in a more angsty way than sexy. Also on ao3!

Stiles hated his moles.

Kids can be cruel and any differences are shamed and exploited as weaknesses. Growing up, his classmates had been no exception.

A lifetime of incessant teasing and brutal insults from his peers about the dark marks that were scattered across his skin had taught him to hate the mere sight of them. Even years later, at nineteen, he avoided mirrors, not wanting to see the blemishes that for years he had been ridiculed for.

When he was younger, when his mother was still alive, filling the Stilinski home with laughter and love and so much happiness no matter the occasion, he had loved moles. Had cherished the fact that he so resembled his mother, bearing the same dark beauty marks that adorned her own cheeks.

Every night when his mother tucked him into bed, after reading him his favorite bedtime story, she would tell him that his moles were kisses from an angel, pecking him on the forehead before slipping out of his bedroom to go wait for his dad to get home, ever the dutiful sheriff’s wife. He would dream about angels pressing kisses to newborn babies’ cheeks, moles appearing wherever their lips had been, sprinkling stardust over them for good luck.

After his mother died he stopped believing in angels.

In their place, he started believing the words of the kids in his class when they pushed him down on the playground and called him ugly, when they kicked sand in his eyes and called him a freak because he could never stop talking and fidgeted all the time, even when he took his medication.

When he got older, he already hated his himself―his appearance especially―the callous comments from his classmates, and occasionally even teachers, only exacerbating his self-loathing. Because even without their harsh words and bruising fists, he was convinced he was repulsive, all gangly limbs and pale pasty skin freckled with dark moles.

So it was hard to believe when Derek, Adonis among men, started showing interest in him. But like so many other things in his life, the impossible was very much real.

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Werewolves and $500 Heels || Kol M.

2. “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”

Requested by @sleepy-stilinski-24

“Why are we going through tunnels?” I asked Kol, trying not to step in sewer water. This was not what I imagined when my boyfriend told me we were going out.

“Because we’re going to terrorize some wolves.” He stated.

“Well there isn’t much to terrorize, seeing as they live in a sewer, they already torture themselves.” I said, disgusted by my surroundings. “What are we going to do anyways? And what’s the point of this?”

“They have something of mine.”

“And that is?” I questioned.

“A dark object I created and they plan on using it.” Kol said, clearly pissed.

“What does it do?”

“You can control the mind with it, all you need is a witch.”

“Wait, why did you create that if you can already control anyone you’d like with compulsion?” I asked, instantly confused.

“Because, I still wouldn’t be able to compel anyone with vervain in their system. With this, nothing can protect you from its control.” He admitted, chills went down my spine, I knew Kol had created quite a few dark objects, but this dark?

“Do you know what the wolves are planning to use it on?” I asked, the possibilities running rampant in my mind.

“No idea, but it can’t be good.” We finally came up to what looked like a pallet, blood spatter here and there.

“If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” I said, getting a bad feeling about this as we went deeper into the tunnel, signs of wild wolves getting more clear the further we got.

“Don’t worry princess, I won’t let the big, bad doggies get to you.” He said, teasing me. “And if you were to die, at least I’d still get to see your beautiful face.”

“Flattery won’t get you far, Kol.” I said as I avoided stepping on a dead rat. “I don’t mean any offense in this, but how can people live like this. I mean, I get it if you’re on the streets, but I’d still try to make my surroundings as pleasant as possible.”

“You’re just upset about your heels.” He said as if any of this didn’t bother him, and if it did he wasn’t showing it.

“Five hundred dollar heels, fuck yeah I’m upset.”

“Then why are you wearing them if you knew we were going out.” He stopped, disbelief on his face.

“Oh I don’t know, because I thought when you asked if I wanted to go out, you met a dinner or a party, not going after dogs in sewers, and lets not forget the object you created, can control anyone’s mind.” Before I could continue with my rant, a low growl ripped through the tunnels.

“Y/N!” Kol yelled, I turned around, and a werewolf was speeding at me, but Kol was quicker at reaching me. He pulled me behind him, grabbing the wolf by his snot, and elbowing him in the head. I looked around for a possible weapon as Kol fought with the wolf. I found a broken, wooden chair turned on its side, I run over to it, and kick a leg off.

I grabbed the broken leg, and sped over to the two, I jumped on top of the wolf, and shoved the leg in the side of it’s neck, knowing no bone or cartilage would get in the way there. The wolf lets out a howl, letting the others know something was wrong, as he falls.

Kol held out his hand, I took it. “Are you okay princess?” He asked as I fall into him.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yeah. Ready to kill some more werewolves, love?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be. And if I’m not dead by the end of this, you own me new heels, and a date.” I said, sadden that we didn’t go out for dinner or did couple like things, but mainly sad about my poor heels.

“Oh, don’t worry love, I’ll take you on the greatest date you’ve ever been too, and get you even better heels.” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Why thank you, now just don’t let me die.”

“Wouldn’t even think about it.” He smiled. “Now let’s go, before we’re controlled by a bunch of wolves.”

I’m sorry that this is bad

Masterlist || Prompt List

That boy from queens part 1/2 | Peter Parker x Beacon Hills reader

Y/n’s POV

Currently myself and my family are on a holiday in Queens, New York. It’s absolutely amazing and so different from all the supernatural drama back home in Beacon Hills I mean there’s superheroes here but still. I mean I miss everyone but I’m only here for another couple days until the end of summer.

I finally convinced my parents to let me out of the apartment to do something by myself ( shopping and exploring obviously) and the atmosphere is so different it’s so amazing, one day I’m gonna live here I swear.

As I was walking down the foot path a guy bumped into me and grabbed onto my bag and started running.

So much for it being amazing what am I supposed to do I sure as hell can’t wolf out in the middle of New York. thank god I made the wise choice of wearing sneakers today as I started running after him using my werewolf speed. People just watched and didn’t even try to help, what even.

Then all of a sudden the guy was throw against the wall by a web what the heck is going on this is more crazy than dread doctors and fake werewolves.

All of a sudden this person wearing a blue and red suit walks up to the thief and grabs my bag. Slowly approaching me the guy or girl hands my bag back “here you are my lady” the person I now know is a guy says.

“Thank you kind sir, but who are you” I ask questioning him, please be hot please be hot.

“just because I know we will never see each other again……” He said pulling my purse out of my bag looking at my id and walking down a nearby ally. “(Y/n) (y/l/n) from beacon hills California I will show you who I am” at this point I was a little skeptical but I’m a werewolf what’s the worse this guy could do to me.

He slowly took his mask off, “wow you’re cute and young” I said blushing. “Hi I’m Peter, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone, but a pretty girl like you I for some reason felt I could trust” he said. Wow this guy trusts people quickly “don’t worry your secret is safe with me”.

“Well I don’t what I was expecting from doing this but I hope to see you again (y/n) from Beacon Hills”. “ likewise Peter from queens” I said as he jumped up onto a rail about to walk away with his mask on. “Wait come back” I called out to him.

he slowly came back down hanging upside down I couldn’t help but to giggle it felt like something you would see in a movie.

when his face was level with mine I pulled his mask down showing him mouth as I kissed him passionately.

“Thank you Spider-Man you are my hero, we will hopefully one day meet again” I said as I turned and walked away. I don’t know why but everything felt perfect and I sure as hell hope I get the chance to kiss him again one day.

I know it’s not that good but there will be a part 2

Originally posted by whyaskforthemoon

Safe - Derek Hale

Paring: Derek x Reader

Warnings: none that I can think of

Requested? No

A/N: I don’t know if I should make a part 2 of this, so please let me know.

I didn’t quite know how I had gotten myself into my current situation. One minute I was on my way home from a pack meeting and the next I was being shot at by hunters. Only I would get myself into a problem like this.

Not deciding that the fight was worth dying for; I took off, sprinting as fast as my werewolf speed and legs could take me, I rounded the nearest corner of a building that was closed but still had its outside lights illuminating the sidewalk and took off down a dark alleyway – probably not the smartest choice, but it seemed like the safest at the moment; as long as they can’t see me.

Pressing my back flat up against the brick wall I tried using my enhanced hearing to tell if they were still on my tail. My stomach did strange gymnastics and my legs and chest filled with a flood of anxiety when I could hear that they were, indeed still trying to find me.

Pulling out my phone, I sent a quick text to the pack group chat hoping that at least one of them would read it, after all it was quite late at night.


Quickly shutting off my phone, I listened in on the hunters once again.

“Come on wolf girl, you can’t hide from us forever.”


Closing my eyes, I could feel myself turn into a trembling mess. I was not about to go out by a couple of amateur hunters. This is NOT how I was going to die.

I could hear them fast approaching the alleyway and slapped my hand over my mouth to cover the sound of my heavy and rigid panting.

“You can run, but you can’t hide. Don’t be stupid.” One chuckled darkly.

Staying in place I listened to hear heartbeats. One… Two… Three. Only Three heartbeats meaning there was only three of them. I can easily take them.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out into the light that slightly illuminated the alley taking the hunters by surprise.

“I don’t hide. You do realise how stupid it is to try to fight a werewolf right?”

“It’s not stupid if you have weapons that can kill one.”

“That only works if you know how to use those weapons, I, however, know how to use my own,” I smirk flicking my wrist up, showing my now formed claws.

It wasn’t long before I took a swing at the hunter closest to me, sparking up a tough fight. Within a few minutes I had already knocked the two youngest hunters out leaving it to be a one on one match between the smartass hunter and I. In a split second he stabbed me right through the stomach with his wolfs bane laced knife.

My hands instinctively reaching for the wound, I fell over my own feet and landed on my back on the ground. I quickly pulled the knife out and pressed my hand to the wound before lifting my face up, eyes meeting the hunters who was now looking over me.

“I warned you wolf girl, you were stupid enough to not listen and now I get to kill you.”

He slowly pulled out the gun that rested in his waistband, looking at it with a wicked expression.

“I only have one wolfs bane bullet left in this gun, and I’m going to put it straight through your heart.”

Closing my eyes, I waited for the shot to ring out through my ears, but it never came. Instead a loud thud along with a grunt filled the silence before I heard a familiar voice speak.

“Nice try asshole,” Derek.

Opening my eyes, I saw Derek swiftly knee the guy in the face, knocking him out before he rushed over to me. I tried to sit up before I was quickly pushed back.

“Hey, hey easy now, you’re going to be okay.”

“I was starting to think nobody was coming.”

“Well you’re lucky I checked my phone before I went to bed.”

He quickly ripped a piece of fabric from the bottom of his shirt off before lifting my hands and pressing the fabric on my heavily bleeding wound.

“Use this to help keep pressure on it,” he whispered, before sliding one arm under my legs and the other around my back. He slowly lifted me into his arms. My eyes becoming heavy and threatening to close.

“No, no, hey y/n stay with me, I need you to stay awake while I take you to Deaton okay, hang in there a little longer.”

Willing myself to stay awake, Derek arrived at his car, unlocking it and placing me in the passenger seat before running around to the driver’s side and quickly turning on the car, speeding off to the veterinary clinic.

“Thank you Derek,” I croaked out, my throat tinging with pain every word.

Offering me a side smile, he gently placed his hand on my knee.

“Don’t thank me yet, we’ve still got to get that wolfs bane out of you, but for now; you’re safe.”

“I’m always safe with you,” I whispered, before my eyes became heavy and I was overcome by darkness.


Deals ➸ Theo Raeken (smut)

A/N I got kinda carried away with this one lmao sorry. It was 6 pages on google docs. Part two??


Part 2



You whirled around, nearly dropping your towel at your feet. You gasped, but weren’t exactly surprised. “Theo,” you breathed, earning a smirk from him. “Please, no-not now. Not today.”

Theo smirked again. “Why not? Why shouldn’t I give you what we both need?” he said with a malicious-looking smile. “We had a deal, didn’t we princess?”

“Y-yes,” you whimpered, “We had a deal, b-but please, I-I can’t.”

“You can’t?” Theo chuckled darkly. “I can always go back and kill your dear little brother, just like I planned. Justin? Was his name?”

“No, no please, I’ll let you, just don’t hurt him, please,” you said quickly, desperately.

“Good,” Theo stepped closer and with a pull of his hand, your towel flew away from your body. He drew in a sharp breath at the sight of your wet, dripping body. “I think that the night is going to go as planned.” Theo kept advancing towards you and you kept backing up until your naked back hit the wall behind you. Your eyes closed as Theo was nearly chest-to-chest with you. You whimpered as he dragged his cold fingertips over your hips. The butterfly touches felt so unreal, almost as if they weren’t even there, but then Theo pressed thumb harshly into your clit and you knew it was very real.

“You’re stressed.” he hummed, moving his thumb in slow circles, “Let me relieve you, let me give you what you want, what you need.”

“God, Theo,” You sighed and tilted your head back as he continued to work your core. “Fuck, yes Theo, don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

“Wasn’t planning on it babe,” he winked, slipping a cool finger between your folds and you gasped, knees weakening. And then he added another, and then another. He used his other hand to keep you pressed against the wall, moving his fingers harshly inside you. Your walls began to clench around Theo’s fingers, moans and whimpers falling from your lips. Just as you were teetering over the edge, he retracted his fingers from your body.

“No please!” you gasped. Theo smirked and slowly brought his fingers to his lips, placing them in his mouth and tasting you. The sight made your knees buckle. Theo was quick to catch you, his werewolf speed acting immediately.

“Babygirl,” he grunted, “babygirl.” You were speechless as he led you over to your bed and tossed you onto the mattress. “Is anyone else here tonight?” Theo murmured as he climbed over your naked body.

“N-no.” Your eyelids fluttered. His smell was intoxicating. He was intoxicating. His scent was of peppermint and the faint traces of pine needles. A strange mix, but in your current position, you couldn’t get enough. “Kiss me, Theo.” You opened your eyes and Theo grinned, leaning down to bump his nose against yours. You leaned up to close the gap, but he pulled away, leaving you breathless. You let a whine of protest fall from your lips until he took the material of his black jacket and threw it off, his shirt came next. Your breath caught in your throat as you examined the beautiful being in front of you.

“Look all you want, babygirl, I’m all yours,” Theo grinned as he crawled back on top of you.

“All mine?” you mumbled as his shadow covered your face.

“All fucking yours,” he hissed, before slamming his lips into yours. You sighed in pleasure. Finally. You didn’t think this moment would ever come. He bit your lip, begging you to grant him entrance. Theo didn’t expect you to whimper, but when you fucking did he felt his bad boy persona begin to crack. Of course, you had no idea the effect you had on him. When the Dread Doctors had taken your brother, it had given Theo the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted from you: complete submission. You opened your mouth easily to him, and he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

“Theo,” you breathed against his lips as your hands slid up his chest. He grunted as he pulled his lips from yours. His eyes fluttered shut and his arms that were holding him up beginning to tremble, your gentle touches driving him insane. “Theo, I’m yours, please.” His lips parted and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Your fingers explored the kinks and curves of his body, fingertips dancing across his shoulders and his arms. Theo exhaled as you traced his muscles down his torso until you reached his belt. “Theo, take it off, please.”

Theo’s eyes flew open as you began to unbuckle his belt. He drew in sharp breaths as your hand bumped repeatedly against his boner. He could resist the moan that escaped his lips as you pushed his jeans down and gripped the tent in his boxers. “Stop,” he growled. When you didn’t listen, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. “Am I going to have to tie you up?” he hissed, his his breath fanning over your face.

“N-no,” you whimpered.

“Good girl.”

Theo released you and stepped back and let his pants fall to the floor, quickly stepping out of them; but not before slipping a condom from the pocket. He pushed his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. You gaped at his size, doubtful that he would be able to fit inside you. “Eyes up, babygirl.” You flushed, embarrassed that Theo had caught you staring.

“I-um-I was just-”

“I’ll fit,” he assured you, “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are, babygirl.” His words made you drip with anticipation, legs trembling with need.

“Please, Theo, I can’t wait, I can’t,” you damn near begged for him. You needed this - you needed him.

“Weren’t you just telling me to leave?” he mocked, “That you “Couldn’t do this today,”? Guess what babygirl, we’re doing it.” You gulped nervously. This was the first time you were going to sleep with him. If he were to push you past your limits, you doubted to would be able to move tomorrow, and you had work. “Don’t you worry, babe, I’ll be gentle,” he smiled slyly, as if he read your thoughts. But something told you that he would be far from gentle.

You lifted your hips, begging for him. Just a few minutes earlier, you were begging for him to leave. Now you were begging for him to fuck you. Just once. You needed to feel him inside you, pounding into you. “Please,” you begged as he dipped the tip of his cock inside you. Just barely. You gasped out his name like a prayer, pleading for him to do something.

Theo couldn’t help but smirk at your flushed state. You were so needy, so innocent underneath him, and it took all his self control not to fuck you right there. He wanted his name to fall from your lips just one more time. It was as if you read his mind when you gasped out, “Theo!” and with a snap of his hips, he was sunken into you, balls-deep. He hissed in relief at the feeling of you around him. You couldn’t stop the scream that ripped from your throat when Theo pulled out again, to the tip, and slammed back in.

“Fuck, Theo, faster!” you gasped out, as he started his slow, deep thrusts. He complied to your request and sped up his thrusts. “God, fuck, Theo, please.” Gathering your strength, you pushed Theo’s chest so that the two of you rolled over and he was on his back. Theo’s gasped when your rolled your hips on top of him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his hands grabbing at your ass, gripping your hips, “That’s it, baby, ride me.” You lifted your hips before slamming them back down again. “Fuck!” Theo grunted, holding your hips to repeat the action again.

Theo’s eyes flashed yellow when you circled your hips, moaning his name loudly at the sensation. “Fuck, Theo, I can’t,” you whimpered, struggling to keep moving with the pleasure you were feeling. In half a second, Theo had you pinned against the mattress once again. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours and both of yours’ pleasure-filled noises were the only ones filled the room.

Theo’s lips were on your neck, sucking harshly on the soft spot beneath your jaw. Scott was going to kill you, True Alpha or not.  “God, Theo,” you whined, hips thrusting upwards to meet his own. “Theo, Theo, I can’t, I can’t.”

“You-you feel so good, princess, so good,” Theo grunted. “Come for me.” And you did. Your walls clench, tightly around him, and the dirty words the that Theo was whispering in your ear sent you over the edge.

“THEO! GOD! FUCK!” Your screams echoed in the room as the knot in your stomach coiled and snapped. Theo’s lips met yours between your screams as your orgasm washed over you. Your hearing and sight were taken away for a few moments, and all you could feel was Theo’s dick, pushing in, out, then into you again.

Even after your orgasm, Theo didn’t stop. He just kept thrusting, again, again, and again. He had slowed down, spilling himself into the condom, but he kept going. You were so sensitive, and Theo payed no mind.

“Theo, Theo, please, stop, please,” you begged for him to stop. You placed a hand on his stomach, signaling for him to at least slow down. “Oh, god, Theo, slow down!” Theo growled- he growled at you- and if anything, thrusted even harder. You let out a shrieking moan as Theo hit your g-spot, the familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach beginning. “Yes, yes, Theo right there.”

“Come, for me, baby, one more time,” Theo hissed in your ear, rolling his hips again. Your orgasm washed over you again, even stronger than the last.

As Theo’s second orgasm came over him, a roar of a moan came from his throat. “FUCK! Y/N!” His eyes were glowing yellow, canines protruding from his teeth. Claws dug into your hips, just enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood. Theo’s body spasmed as his second load filled the condom. Theo stilled, pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the loss of feeling.

You gasped for air, still recovering from two of the most earth-shattering orgasms that you had ever experienced. But he wasn’t finished, and he ripped the condom of, throwing it in a trash bin beside your bed.

“Oh, I’m far from done with you, princess,” Theo chuckled darkly at the astonished look on your face.


“Shut up,” he growled. Theo trailed kisses down your stomach - soft kisses, the opposite of what he was doing only moments ago. He was gentle with you now, butterfly kisses were being spread across your body, tender, and almost… loving. But this was Theo you were talking about. Theo fucking Raeken. And while Theo Raeken was many things, loving was not one of them.

Theo’s lips traveled lower, to your hips, where he left mark after mark, making sure that you would remember him in the morning. You whimpered when he sank his canines into your inner thigh, marking you once again. He nuzzled your unmarked thigh and flicked his tongue before biting you there too.

“I want-” Theo rasped, “I want to make you come with just my tongue, babygirl.” You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips once again. You cursed yourself for sounding so weak. But this was Theo and that was what he did. Made people feel weak, powerless, and completely willing to do his bidding.

Theo wasted no time, slipping his tongue between your folds, and groaning at your wetness. He hummed into you, causing vibrations that gave you unimaginable pleasure. One of your hands ran through his hair, caressing and urging him on, and the other grasped the sheets that covered your mattress.

“You taste so sweet, babygirl,” Theo rasped, pulling away to gaze at you through his lashes. You almost came at the sight. Who would have thought you’d be in this position? Theo Raeken, in your room and in between your thighs, gazing at you in the most tender way.

“Theo,” you whimpered. His breath hitched at the way you said his name. You sounded so weak and innocent - vulnerable. His breathing was labored as he lowered his mouth to your clit again. His tongue got to work immediately and violating your entrance, much to your pleasure. You called out, begging for more. “God, Theo, don’t stop.” He hummed in response. Theo kept licking and sucking in the places that earned him the most moans. Your cries were music to his ears, and there was no way this was just going to be a one-time thing, even if that was your deal.

“Come on, babygirl, let go, let go.” The hoarseness of Theo’s voice and his warm breath against your clit was too much for you. You were overtaken by pleasure, white-hot pleasure and you couldn’t feel anything but. Theo smirked against your thighs, loving the fact that he had this effect on you. Your hand tangle in his dark roots, pulling harshly at his hair. Your hips thrust upwards to his mouth, grinding violently into his face. And he didn’t mind one bit.

As you came down, your eyes closed, Theo could help but stare at you, pure adoration evident in his expression. As your eyes fluttered open, Theo was already picking his clothes up off the floor. The soreness hit you as you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch the beautiful boy prepare to leave you. There was an ache in your heart (as well as your stomach) as he got dressed and adjusted his clothes. He left his hair alone, which was tousled from where you had tugged at it and ran your fingers through it. Theo glanced at you again, looking younger in the moonlight that streamed through your window, almost innocent. Almost. He strode over to you, caressed your cheek gently, and lowered his lips to yours. His goodbye kiss took longer than he anticipated, as he was drunk on you. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and bit down. It wasn’t just a goodbye kiss. It was a promise. You would see him again.

Theo forced himself to pull away from you, and hearing you catch your breath almost made him prep for another round. But he didn’t. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smirked, before leaving you lying in your bed, naked, and barely able to move.

Party {Liam Dunbar}

Just a bit of fluffidy fluff fluff.

Warning: References to death

Date: 30.08.17

When his wife was bitten by a werewolf, Chris had helped her to kill herself so that she wouldn’t turn into a beast, a monster. But when his only living daughter was bitten, he couldn’t bring himself to kill her. Maybe it was selfish, but Chris couldn’t bear to see Y/N dead when she was all he had left.

“I’m leaving now dad.” She called out as she headed towards the front door. Chris stopped her before she left by putting a hand on the door to stop her from opening it. “Have you got everything?” He asked her. She smiled and nodded, adjusting the messenger bag on her shoulder as she did so.

“It’s just a party,” She laughed but Chris was deadly serious. “Let me see them.” He demanded. Y/N sighed as she opened up her bag and revealed the knives and cross bow that was stashed inside, “Most werewolves don’t carry this kind of weapon around with them you know.” She quipped.

“Most werewolves aren’t Argents.” He shot back though his eyes were worried.

“If all else fails I’ve got this,” Y/N raised her hand and with a flick of her wrist she made her nails lengthen into deadly sharp claws. Chris gave her a weak smile before kissing the top of her head, lingering for a moment so she wouldn’t see how frightened he truly was for her safety. He had lost too many people already, he couldn’t lose her too. Allison’s death had nearly killed him.

He stepped back and opened the door for her to step through and Y/N adjusted her face to show a somewhat comforting smile before she turned and hopped on her bike. “I’ll be home in a few hours.” She called behind her as she began peddling down the road to Scott’s house.

Stiles’ jeep was already parked outside when Y/N arrived so she hopped off her bike and walked straight into the house where they were waiting for her. “Ready?” Scott asked and she nodded, beaming up at her Alpha as they all piled into the jeep.

Stiles drove them straight to the  party which was already in full swing when they arrived. Y/N began dancing and chatting with people as soon as she stepped inside to distract herself from the loud music that made her overly sensitive ears throb. 

Half way through the party she found Mason standing with Corey and Liam in a small huddle in the kitchen and Y/N bounced up to them happily. Liam smiled at her softly and his eyes lit up upon seeing her. Corey and Mason dragged her into their conversation as soon as they saw her while Liam admired her for a moment, loving everything about her.

He’d known he’d liked her from the moment he’d seen her. Well, that was a lie because the first time he saw Y/N he hadn’t actually seen her. He’d actually seen a huge moving pile of stacked books with legs but when she tripped and fell he’d immediately gone to help her and that was when he first looked into her eyes and fell for her.

But seeing her dancing and laughing and swaying to the music as she talked with her friends made him fall even more in love with her. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that Liam didn’t notice when she began talking to him.

“Huh?” He said lamely and a pink tint took over his cheeks. He ducked his head to try and hide it but Y/N merely giggled at the sight, finding it adorable.

“I asked you if you wanted to dance?” Her voice was as beautiful as her personality and body. Everything about her was amazing in Liam’s opinion. Liam stuttered as he spoke, thrown off  guard by her request, “I-I don’t really dance,”

Y/N laughed lightly again at his cuteness and took his hand in hers as she dragged him towards the bodies of dancing people, “I’ll show you,” she said and took his hands and put them on her waist. Y/N put her hand on Liam’s shoulders and began swaying to the beat of the music while Liam attempted to do the same, not sure if he was doing it right.

He loved watching her dance. Her head tilted back as she fell in tune with the music, exposing her throat which Liam desperately wanted to kiss his way down. Every so often Y/N would bump into him slightly, rubbing against him in ways that drove him crazy and his grip on her waist tightened.

Feeling this, she smiled up at him innocently and stepped closer so that their bodies were touching as she continued to dance, “Are you okay Liam?” His name sounded like a purr coming off her lips and he stared at them, wondering how they would feel against his own. 

Before he could talk himself out of it he crashed his lips against hers, smiling as she kissed him back. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and battled for dominance until he won.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” He breathed out as he rested his forehead against Y/N’s. “Trust me, I’ve wanted you to do that for longer.” She laughed.

She pressed herself against him more and Liam growled lowly at the action, feeling all of her pressing against him had him losing control and his eyes burned the same beautiful golden colour that her own did when she lost control as he stared down at her. Noticing this, Y/N took his hand and led him away from the crowded area until they were pressed up against a secluded wall where prying eyes couldn’t see his glowing eyes.

She brought her hands up to cup his face and brought it down so she could kiss him again. This time the kiss was slower, softer. As though both of them were trying to savour it as Liam began to calm down until his eyes didn’t glow.

“Want to get out of here?” Y/N asked him and Liam’s eyes lit up again, only this time they were the calm sea coloured blue that she knew. He took her hand and all but ran towards the front door of the house until they were outside.

“Race you to my house,” Y/N laughed as she took off with Liam in tow, their werewolf speed getting them there easily.

All of the lights were off in the house when they arrived, leading Y/N to believe that Chris was already in bed but to ensure the house alarm didn’t go off, Y/N led Liam up a large oak tree which had an overhanding branch that they could use to jump into her bedroom. Their enhanced abilities allowed them to do it easily without waking Chris and as soon and they were both inside Y/N flicked on a light and attacked Liam.

She captured his lips in a kiss which he reciprocated just as passionately and pushed her against a wall as his hands began roaming her body, gaining confidence in the way she reacted to his touch. She arched her back in order to bring herself closer to him and moaned into the kiss as his hands slipped underneath her shirt.

She pushed Liam away only to peel of the unnecessary fabric and tugged on the hem of Liam’s to show she wanted it gone too. He chuckled at her forwardness but whipped off his own top too before he went back to kissing her. He began leaving a trail of kissed down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her throat and leaving marks along the way which disappeared before his eyes seconds later.

His hands rested on Y/N’s ass while hers ran down his chest, feeling his sculpted muscles tense under her touch. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Liam stood up suddenly and looked into her eyes, seeing the lust and desire and need within them but wanting to make sure she was okay with what he was doing.

Y/N smiled and brought his lips back to hers, “I’m sure,” She whispered.

“ANOTHER WEREWOLF!?” Chris’ voice boomed as he stood in the doorway of Y/N’s bedroom.

Hehehehe I feel mean! Hope you guys liked that REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😇💓.  

but Game of thrones super hero AU tho

Ned Stark A.K.A The Warden: Has ice/snow powers and a big ass sword. Runs the main good guy teams ala the JLA or the Avengers. He’s clearly a cap/superman type. Very respected and in charge. Is killed in a controversial summer event and everyone hopes he’s going to brought back to life next issue.

All the stark kids would have started out in an old eighties series, where everything was happy and they had teenage superpowered adventures, but then the nineties happened, and everything got gritty and dark after Ned died.

Robb A.K.A: Grey wind: Werewolf powers/super speed/heightened senses: was a total dude bro favourite as leader of the next wave of team winterfell, but then fell in love with Jeyne westerling and got married, and then that made him boring and expendable and he was killed of for publicity.

Jon snow A.K.A Commander: Ice and Fire powers (but he doesn’t know whyyy what does that meeeaaan???!!ooooh! ) The nights watch is totes the space team. Limited contact back with team winterfell and the other super hero groups. Too busy fighting aliens. Falls in love with an alien archery hero Ygritte when he visits her home planet on an undercover mission. She is fridged to further his man pain. Kyle Rayner-Greenlantern-esque

Arya A.K.A No one: Shapeshifter and has needle: got her own solo series too  where she’s in europe under the training of league of deadly assassins. Very edgy. Very mystique/huntress.

Sansa: A.K.A songbird: sonic screech: Kidnapped by the evil KL corporation and has a power dampener collar put on, so she can’t use her abilities and is their prisoner. Isn’t a popular female character with audiences until she does a heel face turn and is taken under the wing of an even bigger villian, where she gets a sexy black leather outfit. Everyone wants to cosplay her at cons.

Bran: A.K.A: Warg: Telepathy and mind control: One of the most powerful budding superheroes, constantly put in the middle of big summer events, but is still close to having his series cancelled. Needs to be on a team book, can’t support his own series. Future proffessor X type of course

Daenerys A.K.A: Khaleesi: fire powers, can fly and has dragons: Had a really popular run for years and is a fan favourite, but became over saturated, going on to star in five titles a month with 3 differant reboot movies, and audiences are over it and think her book has become stale. Wolverine style.

Varys A.K.A The Spider: No powers, but is a spy network master: Think Oracle from batman. Is part of the lighthearted team that has wacky adventures, and isn’t even a main character, but the twist ending revealing his plans shock everyone. justice league international max lord level shock.

Petyr Baelish A.K.A the Mockingbird: Was a teenage sidekick character in the 1950′s named littlefinger, and even though he’s been written into modern canon, audiences still think of him as the old sidekick. No powers but we all know he’s the big bad really. He runs an organisation named C.H.A.O.S maybe. which stands for something or something.

Margaery A.K.A Rose: Powers: Manipulate plants: Poison ivy inspired. Can seduce men with her pheromones but is really probably a lesbian. Had a four issue mini series teamup with Songbird which fans speculate has a lot of gay subtext. Written by Gail Simone.

Cersei A.K.A: The lioness: sharp claws and super strength: Is one of those villains of the week that tries really hard to be a top arch-villiian but never quite gets that status. Had a solo series that got cancelled only 12 issues.