#jordan parrish x reader

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Make You Feel Better - Jordan Parrish x Reader

Summary: You get attacked by one of Theo’s Chimeras and accidentally out you and Jordan’s relationship to your dad

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: little injury; oral (f!receiving); fluff

Y/N’s POV

“FUCK!” I’m crying out, the pain in my arm sudden and blinding, the all too familiar warm trickling of blood making me let out a frustrated growl but I can’t stop to check how bad it is. Of course it’s me who runs into one of the Chimera pack that has been kidnapping student for sacrifices and of course I was going to be her next victim with the way she’s hot on my tail. I’m not too far from the main road and if it’s the time I think it is, Dad and Jordan should be making their way up the road around this time, coming back from their weekly check up on Derek and the rest of the pack at the newly rebuild Hale house. All I’ve got to do is make it to the main road. 

A wrist grabs my ankle and I’m flailing, the floor meeting me with a hard thumb and my nose throbs with pain. I struggle against the strong, almost bracingly strong, grip as if flailing enough will free me from her. By some miracle it works and I’m scrambling to my feet, sprinting up the embankment and my feet hit the tarmac almost painfully as the familiar sound of tires makes me relax a little but I can still hear her behind me. I’m waving my arms frantically at the Sheriff’s car, seeing the way Dad’s face has confusion, anger and then worry written across it. 

Something is yanking on my hair and I’m being pulled backwards but before they can do anything else Jordan is bolting from the still moving, albeit slowing, car and firing a shot in our direction. My face feels hot and wet suddenly, that tangy metallic taste in my mouth as I stumble straight into Jordan’s open arms. He wraps me up in a hug as I bury my face in his shirt, gripping it like a lifeline and he doesn’t protest that I’m getting blood on his uniform, instead he’s smoothing down my hair as my scalp stings a little still but the safe and familiarness of Jordan calms me down. Jordan holds me tightly, his arms warm and comforting around me. I can feel my heart racing in my chest as I try to catch my breath. The adrenaline from the danger is still pumping through my veins, but Jordan's presence is grounding me and you would think that after being part of the McCall Pack for four years I’d have learnt to not be scared of phased by any of this but nope. 

“It’s okay,” He murmurs softly, his breath warm against my ear, “I’ve got you.” 

I just nod, unable to trust my voice yet, still clinging to him. My hair is a mess, tangled and pulled out of its braid, and I can feel the sticky wetness of the blood on my face. I know I must look a right mess but Jordan doesn’t seem to care as he just hold some close, rubbing circles on my back in a soothing gesture as he waits to hear my heartbeat slow. My breathing steadies and my heart stops jackhammering in my chest as I focus on the comforting smell of Jordan: smoke; cedarwood and something sweeter like strawberries or raspberries. Without thinking I’m pressing my lips to his neck, kissing softly and Dad’s clearing throat has me realising what I did and I’m jumping back. 

My face flushes and I’m glancing at Jordan who has a mixture of surprise and amusement of his face, those pretty green eyes bright in the afternoon sun, being comfortable with Dad knowing our relationship. Jordan was just waiting for me to be comfortable enough to tell Dad as Jordan is his deputy and I didn’t want him to get into trouble or anything. 

“Come on, lets get you home,” Dad says, gesturing towards his cruiser and I’m nodding, slipping into the backseats while Jordan takes his place in the passenger seat and Dad gets back behind the wheel. I can feel my heart racing again, Jordan glancing back at me as soon as he hears it, brows quirked in worry before he smells the anxiety in the car, damn supernaturals and their ability to smell emotions. 

The drive home is short and filled with a tense silence, the only sounds coming from the hum of the engine and the occasional tapping of dad’s finger against the steering wheel which is something he only does when he’s stressed or he’s thinking about something intently and it just adds to my building anxiety. I can feel the sweat on my palms and the tightness in my chest, unsure if it’s from being attacked by one of the Chimeras or from Dad thinking without speaking up. It makes me almost bolt out of the car and make a beeline for the front door, rummaging through my pockets for my keys and beginning to panic even more as there’s no way I could have lost them in the forest, Dad’s gonna kill me even more than-

A gentle hand grips my hip while a familiar body presses against my back, leaning around me to slot my keys into the door and open it, voice soft and sweet as he speaks, “Your Dad said you left them at home this morning.” 

I’m glancing over my shoulder to see Dad pulling out of the driveway, a knowing smile on his lips, and I all but fall into Jordan’s firm body. He guides me inside, both of us kicking our shoes off and he’s suddenly grabbing my arm when he sees how much I’m wincing while peeling my bloodied hoodie off, gently checking the gash over. 

Without a word he’s guiding me upstairs to the bathroom and sits me down on the edge of the bathtub. He opens up the medkit and starts cleaning the wound on my arm with a damp cloth. It stings a little but Jordan is gentle and careful not to hurt me, taking my pain as he works. As he cleans, he murmurs softly, asking me how I'm feeling and making sure I'm okay. I can feel his warm breath on my skin and I close my eyes, just enjoying the comfort of his presence. 

After he's finished cleaning the wound, Jordan applies some antiseptic and a bandage. He checks it over one last time before standing up and taking a step back. "There, all done," he says, his voice soft and reassuring. "You'll be okay.”

“Can I kiss you?” It slips from my lips before I can stop myself, my hand reaching to cup his jaw and rub my thumb over his cheekbone as he looks up at me with those breathtakingly green eyes.

He’s swallowing, adams apple bobbing before he whispers out a soft “Please.” 

In an instant Jordan’s raising himself on his knees, lips soft and warm against mine moving in perfect harmony as our mouths mold together in a passionate embrace. I can taste the sweetness of his lips, a mix of the chapstick he’s wearing and the slightest hint of raspberries that I had smelled earlier. He’s deepening the kiss, pulling me closer and I’m slipping off the edge of the bath and straight into his lap, one of his hands finding its way into my hair to press my lips to his even more while the other wraps around my waist. The kiss feels like a warm blanket wrapped around me, comforting and familiar yet exhilarating at the same time. Jordan is gentle yet oh so passionate, his lips hot and needy against mine, a soft sound rumbling in his chest when I tug on his soft hair. I can the feel the heat radiating from his body as he holds me close as he stands in one smooth motion, keeping me held in his arms as he carries me to my room. 

When we reach my room, he carefully lays me down on the bed, finally breaking the kiss to gaze down at me, those usually bright eyes having darkened and he’s wetting his lips, “You okay baby?” He asks softly, brushing a strand of hair out of my eyes and smiling softly, thumb tracing my cheekbones. I’m nodding in response, hand finding its way to the back of his neck and I’m guiding him down into another kiss, this one much softer and slower. 

As Jordan's lips meet mine again, it's as if the whole world melts away. His kisses are gentle and sweet, each one sending shivers down my spine and setting my skin ablaze. His lips move slowly and sensually, exploring every inch of my mouth with a softness that leaves me breathless. I can feel his warm breath against my skin, his hand caressing my cheek as our lips dance together in perfect harmony. It's a slow, sensual kiss that makes my heart race and leaves me wanting more. Our bodies press together, fitting perfectly as we explore each other's mouths with a hunger that cannot be denied. It's a kiss that ignites a fire within me, leaving me burning with desire and completely lost in the moment. 

“Jor,” I’m gasping out, hands moving to unbutton his uniform but he gently grips my wrists, “Jor please.” 

“Baby,” He’s shaking his head in amusement before he makes me look at him, “We can’t sweetheart, you’re hurt. Let me… let me help in a different way.” 

“J-Jor.” I’m choking out, feeling a rush of love at how sweet he is, my breath hitches in my throat when his lips find my neck. He’s tugging at my shirt and I think my heart tries to take up skipping as I sit up to let him slide it over my head before he’s guiding me to lay back down, hands caressing my skin softly. He’s peppering kisses across my chest and stomach, leaving a trail of sweet and chaste kisses. I can feel his lips leave a few tender hickeys here and there, causing me to gasp and giggle, running my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin. Jordan’s touch is oh so gentle and loving, fingers dipping into my waistband of my jeans and glancing up in question. 

I’m lifting my hips for him and soon enough I’m bare for him except my bra and he sits back on his heels, looking at me with appreciation and love and as much as I want to cover myself out of embarrassment I don’t as I trust Jordan. His hands are sliding up the insides of my thighs, slowly and teasingly, and before I can make any sound of protest he’s diving down and hungrily latching his lips onto my clit, drawing a surprised moan from me and I’m tugging at his blond locks. He’s flattening his tongue and lapping through my folds in slow and leisurely strokes before he presses his tongue as far as he can into my heat, a moan vibrating through me when I pull on his hair even more. 

Deft and nimble fingers circle my aching heat when he moves his tongue back to my bundle of nerves, collecting slick on then before he eases them to the knuckle and I think my eyes roll back into my head when he experimentally curls them. My head presses back against my pillows, eyes slipping shut and his name falling from my lips as I rock my hips into his movements. Never in a million years did I think Jordan would be this dirty and needy with the way his other hand is gripping my hip, promising bruises and adding to the building pleasure. 

“Jor, fuck… Jor baby-“ 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” He’s murmuring into the skin of my thighs, fingers still working at an almost brutal pace, “Cum for me baby.” 

Hearing how wrecked he sounds sends me over the edge and I’m crying out his name, pulling almost painfully hard at his hair as waves of ecstasy wash over me, my thighs clamping shut around his head as he never stops. Only getting the hint when my hips are wriggling away from him and he’s pulling his fingers from me, keeping his gaze on me when he sucks them into his mouth, a soft groan leaving his lips and I whine. 

“Tease,” I grumble as he slides off the bed, finding a towel and cleaning me up before he’s grabbing me some clean underwear and a pair of my sweatpants. He helps me stand on shaky legs and helps me step into them, adjusting them so they sit comfortably on my lips and I feel like I want to cry at how loving and caring he is, “What about you?”

“This was about you sweets,” He smiles lovingly at me, brushing his thumb over my cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “There you go. Now, how about some food?” I nod, feeling grateful and content as he pulls me flush against him by my hips, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before moving to press on to my forehead. Just as we’re about to pull away from each other and head downstairs the front door opens and there’s a crash, meaning it’s the one and only Stiles Stilinski. My twin brother. 

“DAD CALLED, YOU TWO BETTER BE DECENT AS I HAVE PIZZA!” 

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could you do any teen wolf character x reader where she doesn’t know she’s supernatural until the deadpool and everyone is trying to keep it from her bc maybe she’s a character’s sister?

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Who's Gonna Tell Her?

pairing: Jordan Parrish x Fem!Reader

word count: 2876

warnings: canon typical gore (no detail)

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"Have you told your sister?" Scott asked as they got ready for the game.

"I'm not really sure how. Even I don't fully understand it." Liam told him, pulling his jersey on over his pads.

"Well, she's adopted, right?" Liam nodded at Scott's question. "She could have been born a supernatural but never known. It happened to Lydia."

"The assassin is going to be out tonight. You have to tell her soon." Stiles butt in, and Liam shook his head.

"She's dating Parrish; he can protect her until I figure out what to do." Liam told them, grabbing his stick and shutting his locker. They had been having the same rendition of this conversation for at least thirty minutes, and he was tired of fighting.

"Parrish doesn't know about the deadpool. He doesn't know that she's on it. He can't protect her if he doesn't know what to protect." Stiles pointed out. Scott nodded as he look to his beta.

"We have to at least tell him." Scott agreed, shutting his locker in unison with Stiles.

"Can't we just play lacrosse?" Liam asked. Scott and Stiles shared a look, frowning. They both knew Liam would never be able to 'just play lacrosse' again. "Look, the assassin is on the lacrosse team. Y/N and Parrish have a date night tonight anyway. We just need to worry about ourselves not getting killed." He pointed out, making the older boys nod.

"Alright, but after tonight, we have to figure out a plan." Stiles said as they turned their attention toward coach. He had been talking, giving some kind of speech, but it apparently wasn't important.

"It's only one night. She won't even be here." Liam said, mostly to himself. He was trying to keep from freaking out, because not only was he at risk of dying, but now his sister was too. The worst part was that he didn't even know what his sister was, and he wasn't sure anyone else would either.

~

"I don't want to have to cancel." Jordan said from his desk. His girlfriend was sitting on top of it, frowning. She had gone all out for this date, even shaving, and of course her boyfriend was busy.

"I know you don't." She looked down, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. She knew that he wouldn't cancel if he didn't have to, and it did look like he was drowning in work, but it still made her sad.

"The Sheriff is going to the lacrosse game and with all the murders happening-"

"Hey," Y/N grabbed his chin and made him look up, and he sighed as he looked at her gorgeous face. It always grounded him. "It's okay. Maybe I'll go to the lacrosse game too." They shared a kiss, and Jordan wished he could just leave his job.

"How's Liam?" He asked, making Y/N groan.

"I know you are not asking about my brother in the few short moments we have together." He chuckled, kissing her again. He wanted to tell her about Meredith, who was in the Sheriff's office and the reason why he had to cancel, but that meant he could lose his job. He knew that weird things were happening, but he didn't know how to describe it. And part of him - the selfish part - didn't want to somehow endanger or worry her.

"Sorry." He smiled, and Y/N returned it. She got up to leave, giving him a few quick pecks before walking out. "I love you." He called making her smile wider and turn around

"I love you too."

When she got to her car, she tried to call Liam, but it just went to voicemail. She figured he was warming up, so she'd just go anyway. She let his recorded voice ring out as she turned the car on, putting it in reverse as the line beeped.

"Hey, Liam, it's me. Jordan had to cancel, so I'm gonna be coming to your game." It was silent for a second as she thought about what else to say, but ultimately came up empty. "Alright, well, see ya soon! Love you!" She hung up, throwing her phone into the passenger seat and pulling out of the station.

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"Liam, is that your sister next to Mason?" Stiles asked the group. They all turned to look into the stands, and Liam put his hands to his head, trying not to break his helmet as emotions ran quickly through him.

"What is she doing here?" Scott turned, and Liam shook his head as he began to freak out.

"She had a date with Parrish! She isn't supposed to be here!" Liam said, the others looking at each other to figure out how to calm him down. She smiled and waved from her place in the bleachers, alone, without Parrish. She was sitting with Mason and Violet, which honestly almost made Liam feel worse. But, she didn't know Malia or Lydia - she had only heard Liam talk about the juniors at random times. As Liam scanned the crowd, he wasn't even sure they were here anyway.

"It's okay, we'll keep an eye on her. As long as she doesn't come out onto the field, we'll be good." Scott patted Liams shoulder before jogging to his position as Coach began to yell at them.

They were losing by one point, only a couple minutes in, and Y/N could tell something was wrong.

"Who are you guys playing?" She asked Mason, who looked at her as if she were crazy. The two had only been introduced once at the Dunbar house, but Y/N didn't know anyone else to sit with; her step-dad was working and her mom had some sort of club tonight.

"You don't know?" Mason asked as Liam got knocked to the ground. Y/N gasped and stood, not even noticing the other team had scored. When Liam got up and took off his helmet and began to shake off his gloves, she realized.

"Oh my God." She whispered, sitting back down. "We're playing Devenford."

"Yeah." Mason confirmed, watching Liam get held back from a fight. Y/N looked around, realizing the Sheriff had never made it. She wondered what the hold up was at the station, and what Jordan was doing.

The game passed, Kira scoring the first goal but then immediately being taken out. There was definitely some extra tension on the field, Y/N noticed, even within their own team. The game kept getting more brutal, and sure enough soon Liam was being flipped over two other players. Y/N didn't have time to think before she was running down, her brother's screams igniting her older sister instincts. She made it to the field, pushing everyone away until she got to her little brother on the ground.

"Liam! Oh my God, are you alright? What's hurt?" She asked. She went through her mental checklist, but she didn't finish before two other players were hauling him up. "Hey!" She screamed, pushing them away.

"How hard did you hit him?" Number 11 asked her bother, and Liam shook his head slightly.

"I didn't." He answered, and Y/N pushed the other boy away.

"Liam, where does it hurt? Is anything broken?" She asked, checking his arms. It wasn't long before she found the broken bone bulging out of his arm.

"Ow." Number 24 commented, but Y/N ignored him.

"Alright, let's get you to the hospital. I can try to reset it, but-"

"No," Liam breathed as Number 11 took off his gloves. He looked at Liam as he took his arm, and Y/N tried pushing him away again.

"Hey, stop! You're going to hurt him!" She yelled, but Liam shook his head.

"Y/N, let Scott fix it." He told her. She stood still, not sure what was going on. How was this high school senior going to fix a broken arm? Her heart was racing, head spinning as all she could think about was if Liam would be okay.

"Close your eyes." Scott told Liam. Y/N watched as Scott twisted the bone back in and Liam cried out, and she really pushed him that time. Scott went flying back, and she quickly began to check Liam's arm. She didn't notice the looks the others gave her at the display of unusual strength.

"I-I don't understand, how is there no discoloration? No blood?" It seemed Liam's arm was as good as new as she checked it, and Liam moved to place his hands over her's.

"Y/N, I promise I'll explain, just wait until after the game, please." Liam told her. She nodded, trusting him, but a terrible feeling began in her gut. She watched Scott and Liam both shoot their heads toward another player, Scott immediately searching his own body.

"Are you cut? Did Garret cut you?" He asked Liam. Liam looked at his arms, shaking his head.

"No, no. I'm okay." He told Scott, the two of them looking at their teammate. Y/N placed her hands over her abdomen where the pain was coming from, surprised to feel a liquid there. Apparently her gut feeling was a bit more than a feeling.

"Then he missed." Scott said, but Y/N just shook her head. She was beginning to feel faint, like her head was clouded.

"I don't think he missed." She muttered, pulling her hands away from her dark sweater to reveal the blood on them. She began to fall, and Scott and Liam moved to grab her as she fell. She grabbed Liam's jersey, pain coursing through her stomach. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes flashed purple. Scott and Stiles looked at each other.

"What does that mean?" Liam asked, holding her close.

"I don't know, but we have to get her out of here without anyone else seeing." Scott told Liam, the two of them looking around. They had no idea where to go, where someone wouldn't see them.

"We just have to go for it." Stiles said. Everyone was focused on Brett, who was still down, so the four of them slinked out, Scott holding Y/N. They made it to the jeep, where Y/N was laid in the backseat with Liam.

"Should we call Parrish?" Scott asked, and Stiles just shook his head.

"Lydia just cracked another third of the deadpool." He said, looking between his phone and the road. Scott took the phone, looking at the list.

"Am I on it?" Liam asked, scooting up.

"What the hell are you all talking about?" Y/N groaned, her eyes flashing purple once more. "And why is everything so loud?" She cried, pressing her hands to her head. The engine sounded like it was inside her brain, echoing and rattling her skull.

"Someone else is on it." Scott commented, showing Liam. He sucked in a breath as the Alpha took back the phone. Of course Parrish was on the list.

"Please someone call Jordan. I want to talk to him before I die." Y/N said, sitting up. She groaned, realizing the shirt Liam had been wearing under his uniform was pressed to her abdomen, which was still profusely bleeding.

"You aren't going to die." Stiles rolled his eyes before looking in the rearview mirror. "Probably."

"Stiles!" Scott scolded. They couldn't be telling her that she was going to die on her first supernatural experience.

"Where are we going, this isn't the way to the hospital." Y/N commented as she focused her eyes. She had never been in this part of town, only having moved with Parrish last month. Before, she had lived in the neighboring town with her family. When her mom had married Dr. Geyer and moved to Beacon Hills, Y/N had already moved out.

"Don't worry about it." Stiles winked at her through the mirror, but she wasn't looking. She was on her phone, trying to find Parrish's contact. Just as she was going to press on it, it was pulled from her.

"You can't call him." Liam said, snatching her phone out of her hand.

"Why," Y/N stopped, falling back against the wall of the car and groaning as a wave of pain hit her. She opened her mouth in pain, not even realizing her incisors had grown. Liam looked terrified as she cried out, eyes flashing purple once more. This was not the face of a werewolf.

"Guys!" Liam called. Scott turned, eyes widening when he saw what was going on. Y/N was still withering in pain, oblivious to what they were talking about. She flopped against Liam finally, who was freaking out.

"Holy shit," Scott whispered as Stiles turned into the parking lot. Her eyes closed and the incisors went back to normal, but she was barely breathing now.

"We need to get her inside!" Liam yelled, helping Scott get her out. They made it to the door and into clinic quickly, Deaton looking only mildy surprised as they burst through the door.

"She has purple eyes and fangs!" Stiles yelled, but Liam growled at him immediately.

"She was stabbed. It has to be poison." He informed the vet. Deaton nodded, then looked at them.

"I have to cut her chest open to extract the poison. See how she's foaming at the mouth?" Once Deaton pointed it out the obvious, and the other's nodded. "I need you to hold her down." He told Liam and Scott. The two move to each side, where she was seizing.

"Won't cutting her open kill her?" Liam asked as Deaton cut her clothes open. He grabbed a scalpel, pressing it to her skin.

"If she is what you say she is, and she is effected this bad by the wolfsbane, then she'll be fine." Deaton couldn't waste any more time, pressing the scalpel into her skin and cutting. Just as he had finished the incision, police sirens were heard outside.

"Did you tell your dad?" Scott turned to Stiles, able to let go of the girl now. She was laying still on the table, breathing evenly.

"No, dude, I swear." Stiles shook his head, and Parrish came running in.

"What did you do to her?" He yelled, pushing past everyone until he was right next to her.

"You cut her open? What the hell are you thinking?" Jordan held her hand, pushing her hair out of her face. He was shaking as he looked at the bloody cut, holding her hand but not sure what to do to help. He couldn't even think of a plausible reason why the boys would take her to a vet when she was clearly hurt, and he was even more baffled by the fact that the vet thought he was qualified enough to cut into her like a surgeon.

"Parrish, just-just calm down, okay?" Liam said cautiously, but Jordan looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"This is your sister we're talking about! How are you fine?" Jordan had tears falling out of his eyes, then turned to Deaton. "You! You're a veterinarian, not a human doctor! This is illegal on so many levels! As soon as I make sure she gets to the hospital, you're coming with me!" Jordan yelled, not paying attention to Y/N anymore.

"Parrish, she's okay." Scott told him, making him look at her. She no longer had the long gash going down her torso. Jordan simply stared, not sure what had just happened.

"Is this some kind of joke?" He asked, sniffling as he looked around the teens and doctor in the room. There was no actual explanation for this, he was sure of it. They had to be pranking him for some sick reason.

"There's a conversation we have to have." Scott told him, but before he could get any further, Y/N was breathing in and opening her eyes. They were purple, making Jordan even more confused.

"Y/N, what's going on?" He asked, but she just closed her eyes and groaned. When she opened her eyes again, they were normal.

"Jordan? What happened?" Y/N asked, looking around as Jordan took his jacket off and wrapped it around her, letting her zip it up. She felt her torso, realizing her stab wound was gone. "What is going on?" She looked up at Liam, who was blinking dumbly.

"I have no idea." He said, and Y/N was about ready to lose her shit.

"What do you mean?" She cried out, feeling Jordan tense next to her. She turned to see Liam looking completely fine. "Your arm was broken, like twenty minutes ago!" She saw her brother looking completely fine.

"I told you so," Stiles muttered, and Y/N wished she had something to throw at him.

"You didn't tell us shit," Liam said, instantly annoyed.

"Yes! I did!" Stiles exploded, looking very offended. "I literally said 'You need to tell her.' I believe those were the exact words that came out of my mouth."

"Tell me what?" Y/N asked, tired of watching her brother and his friend bicker.

"What?" All three teenagers asked at the same time, wide eyes looking completely guilty.

"Liam," Her big sister eyes came out, which made Liam cower slightly.

"It's a long story," He starts, turning to Scott as if he would explain everything. Y/N was staring intently at Liam, brows furrowed and eyes angered. She screamed when Scott turned to her with red eyes.

"Oh my God," She whispered, leaning back against Jordan. She closes her eyes. "What the actual fuck?"

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[quigonswife8]

Teen wolf characters when you get badly hurt

Includes: Peter, Derek, Jordan, Noah, and Chris.

warnings: near-death experience, being captured, nearly dying, getting hurt, swearing, death.

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[Peter]

When you run into Peter after an attack, which left you bleeding out, Peter's first thought is to go after who hurt you.

-When you pass out in his arms from the blood loss though, he changes his mind.

-Tries to heal you, but it doesn’t really work for some reason, but it does help enough to ease the pain.

-Will hide his tears at first but when he sees just how bad you got hurt, Peter he can’t help it.

-He’s lost too many people, so it hurts more, because he's not sure what he would do if he lost you too.

-Will stay by your side for however long, not caring about anything or anyone else but you.

-'Cause he just cares about you, loves you more than anything.

-Grows so much more protective of you.

-He will also go after who'd hurt you, and he will make them suffer.

-Cracks jokes and does anything to see you smile while you recover.

-Tells you stories to keep you entertained, and doing/getting whatever you want.

"Peter, I can get it..."

"You need to recover, sweetheart. Besides I don't mind."

-Loves just being there for you.

[gif creds: @jothayne]

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Derek:

-When you show up on his doorstep with a broken arm, Derek's eyes widen.

-He'll already be by your side.

"Who did this?"

-Though you admit you have no clue, because the car you were in crashed, but you couldn't see who caused this to happen.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you.”

-Pulls you towards him gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

-Offers to heal you, but when you convince him it will be okay, he'll stay by your side until you've healed up.

-Finds himself losing sleep even though he knows you're okay.

-He wants to find the person who'd hurt you, but not until he knows you're better.

-Postpones the pack meetings to be with you.

-Brings you what you need, and just helps nurse you back to health.

-Lots of ‘I love you’s’ and you see more of his soft side.

-He cares so much that he sacrifices his own well-being, so you’ll be okay.

[gif creds: @berezneva-tw]

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Jordan:

-When Jordan finds out you're being held captive, and you were hurt, he immedietly goes after you. It doesn't take long for him to find you.

-Once the sick son of a bitch is knocked out, he rushes to you.

"(y/n)!"

-Though since you're out of it, you don't really register Jordan being there.

Still he'll hold you so carefully, too scared to let you go, if he's being honest.

-Blames himself for this happening when it was far from his fault.

-And once you're okay at home, he doesn’t leave your side. He’d taken time off work to be there for you.

-Loves to do things with you that you would normally do like watch a movie, or just cuddle. If you’re up for it, though.

-Likes holding one of your hands, and will fall asleep still holding whoever hand. Which you find adorable.

-He’s just the sweetest, as always, and will devote all of his time to you.

-Even though you're worried he'd get sick of you, but he could never.

[gif creds: @noeliaanne]

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Chris:

-It's a hunter who shoots you while you're patroling with Chris

-You’re hit in the side, to be precise, and Chris... Chris is pissed.

-He kills your shooter, immedietly putting his gun away, and rushing to you.

"Sweetheart, hey..."

a hand moving to rip of a piece of cloth, while he presses it down to your wound.

"It's okay..."

-Soon enough you end up passing out from the blood loss, and Chris speeds to the hospital.

Ticket for speeding? Whatever, he'll just pay for it if he gets one.

-Nearly breaks down seeing you this way, and basically blames himself for this happening.

'cause if you weren't there with him, if he hadn't convinced you to come, this wouldn't have happened.

-Doesn't want to lose you like he lost his wife, it would be the straw that breaks the camels back, and he would fully lose it, he's sure.

[gif creds: @bonniebirddoesgifs]

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Noah:

-You're protecting Noah when you're thrown at the wall, and knocked out.

-Noah is in shock, at first, until it pretty quickly disappears.

"You son of a bitch!"

and he aims his gun at who’d hurt you, ready to take him down.

-That is until Scott appears and does so, before he can. Which he's thankful for because he knows he wouldn't take it easy on him.

-Muttering underneath his breath he runs to you, gently picking you up .

-You're still knocked out, and now you're sporting a cut above your left eye, and a bruise has already formed on the right of your head.

-Forces himself to stay out of shock, as he instead focuses on calling for help.

-During the week that you're in hospital, he finds himself praying.

-That's never really happened before cause he never believed, but he can't help but ask for help.

-He prays that nothing else will happen to you, that you'll be fine, and that son-of-a-bitch will stay in prision. Where he belongs.

[he did kill over ten people, and you might have been next]

-He prays that you'll be okay because he doesn't want to lose you, like he lost...her. He doesn't want Stiles to lose you, either.

-Like Jordan he also takes time of work. Doesn't really care that he's the sheriff because you're more important.

[gif creds: @seven-oomen]

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#teen wolf #peter hale #derek hale #jordan parrish #chris argent #noah stilinski #peter hale x reader #derek hale x reader #jordan parrish x reader #chris argent x reader #noah stilinski x reader

[stevethemomharrigton]

Hellhound Mate

Summary: “A new Hellhound moves into Beacon Hills. And Jordan can’t seem to take his eyes off of her. Something about her, just makes him go wild.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Breeding kink, Mating, Lots of sex, Biting, Scratching, Car sex, public sex, Woods sex.

A/N: I thought this last night and can’t get it out of my head.

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It was summer and the sun was out. Jordan Parrish woke up from the hottest dream he’s ever had. In the dream was a girl with long Firey head hair. And no, not Lydia. She is happily dating Stiles.

He groaned as he sat up and looked down at the boner that he had. He’s been having these dreams for the last month or so, and he doesn’t understand why. He quickly went to the bathroom, hoping int the shower, did his business...took care of his problem, and then got dressed for work.

He left his apartment, and when he pulled up to the station, he walked in, but froze when a smell hit him like a train. It smelled like coal, and fire. He loved the smell though.

He looked around, and his eyes landed on the same girl he had dreams about. She was standing at the front desk. Noah saw him and waved him over.

He walked over and the girl looked over at him. He froze once again, at the color of her eyes. They were Firey red.

Noah: “Parrish this is L/N. She’s new around here and is our next front desk. Can you show her around?”

Jordan looked at Noah shocked but nodded his head. He left the two alone, and the girl smirked up at him. 

L/N: “Hey, I’m Y/N L/N. But you can just call me Y/N.”

She held out her hand for Jordan to shake. He smiled and took her head, but instead of shaking it, like a normal person. He instead kissed it. She blushed at that, and Jordan looked shocked. He let go of her hand.

Jordan: “I-I am so sorry. I don’t know what came over me!”

Y/N smirked and took Jordan’s hand and did the same thing to his. Jordan blushed and looked shocked.

Y/N: “It’s okay, hot stuff. I don’t mind.”

She then winked at him. Jordan felt like he was going to explode any minute. He showed Y/N around the station and what to do. All while flirting with her, and she flited back at him. After the tour was over, he decided to shoot his chance with her.

Jordan: “So hey...I can always show you around Beacon Hills if you like?”

Y/N smirked and leaned on the front desk, which caused her shirt to show Jordan the sight of her breasts a little bit. He blushed at the sight and didn't’ look away.

Y/N: “Are you asking me out, deputy?”

Jordan nearly melted at the way she called him that. He grinned and nodded his head. She smirked at that.

Y/N: “Well, I would love to have you show me around, Deputy.”

Jordan blushed and got super excited. They both went back to work but would glance at each other a lot. Flirting the whole time. Teh other deputies grew annoyed by it.

(Time skip)

At the end of their shift, Jordan got up ready to leave, when Scott and his pack ran in. This annoyed him a little bit, since that always means there is a supernatural problem that needs to be solved, and he most always needs to help.

They went to Noah’s office, and Jordan took this has his chance to leave, but he’s never that lucky.

Noah: “Parrish.”

Jordan groaned and he went to Noah’s office. The others were around the office. 

Jordan: “Yes, sir?”

Noah: “You tell him.”

Jordan looked confused.

Lydia: “There is another Hellhound in Beacon Hills.”

Jordan froze and looked shocked. I mean, shouldn’t that be a good thing? Now he’s not alone.

Jordan: “Shouldn’t that be a good thing?”

Scott: “Yes, but it also means this Hellhound is either protecting something...or hunting something.”

Jordan nodded his head and glanced out the window to see Y/N packing some of her things. This worried him.

Stiles: “So what we need you to do, is find this other Hellhound. Ask what he wants and kick him out.”

Jordan was bouncing in his spot, glancing out the window so he didn’t hear what Stiles just said.

Jordan: “Yeah, okay.”

They looked at him shocked, and worried.

Lydia: “Are you okay?”

Jordan: “Yep, am I done here?”

They looked shocked since Jordan is never like this. Noah just sighed.

Noah: “Yes, you are.”

Jordan quickly ripped open the door.

Noah: “And Parrish.”

Jordan looked over at Noah.

Noah: “You just met her...do not have sex with her after one date.”

Jordan looked offended by that while the others looked shocked.

Jordan: “I am NOT going to have sex with her, sir!”

(Time skip)

Jordan was sitting in his squad car, all the windows were rolled up, they were fogged over. The car shook a little bit, as a hand pressed against the glass.

Inside the car, Jordan was sitting in the driver side while Y/N was in his lap. Her shirt and pants were burned away from Jordan’s flames. 

Jordan’s shirt was opened, and Y/N dug her nails into his chest, leaving a trail of soot. His pants were undone, and down a little bit.

Y/N was ridding him, as one arm was on the roof of the car, and the other was wrapped around the seat. She pushed her body up and down on Jordan’s cock.

Jordan’s arm was pressed against the window, his hand pressing against it. His other hand wrapped around the streeling wheel, as he sucked on Y/N’s neck, shoulders, chest, any skin that he could find.

Though he felt to crowded, to tight. He didn’t like it. He moved his hand to Y/N’s back and tapped it. She looked down at him confused.

Jordan: “Do you feel stuck in here?”

Y/N: “*Moans* A-A little. Why, do you?”

Jordan groaned and nodded his head. He wanted to do this somewhere different. His...his Hellhound wanted to do this somewhere different.

Y/N: “*Moans* W-Well, we can always go inside your *Moans* a-apartment.”

Jordan groaned and shook his head. He needed something different. She looked down at him confused.

Y/N: “T-Then where?”

Jordan thought about some place to have sex, and while thinking he didn’t notice how his eyes glowed. Cerberus came out. He turned on the car and drove off away from the apartment...with Y/N still sitting on his lap.

Y/N’s eyes glowed as well, and she smirked, almost knowing here he was taking her. She started bouncing again, almost as if she HAD to do it.

They finally pulled up to the woods, and Jordan parked the car. He opened the door, and carried Y/N into the woods, with him still inside of her. They walked for a bit, until they came up to the Nemption.

Jordan growled and laid Y/N on the stump. She laid on her back, spreading her legs open for him. As if accepting him.

He growled, got between her legs, and shoved his cock back into her. She let out howl of a moan, and Jordan’s Hellhound clawed came out. He dug them into the stump, as it let up.

He started thrusting in and out of her at a slow pace, feeling this place much better than the car. 

Y/N wrapped her arms around Jordan’s neck, digging her nails into his back. The lights on the stump grew bright and brighter. 

Jordan’s leans his head down and stuffed it in her neck, he started sucking on her neck, shoulders, chest, arms, any skin that he could find. Y/N did the same thing to Jordan.

Jordan picked up his pace, slamming into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her.

Jordan was huffing and growling the whole time. Y/N would move her head up, exposing her neck any time that he did. Submission to him.

Then some flames broke out around them, all around the stump. Jordan’s Hellhound flames formed on him, and her. But it didn’t hurt her at all. In fact, it pushed out her hellhound flames as well. Their eyes glowed and their teeth came out. 

Jordan: “*Groans* Y-Y/N I love you!”

Y/N: “*Moans* I-I love you too Jordan!”

Jordan: “*Groans* I-I want you so bad~! I-I want you to *Groans* to carry m-my puppies~!”

Y/N moaned at that thought and dug her nails down Jordan’s back. This was what he needed to know that Y/N felt the same way that he did. He picked up his paces, digging his nails into the stump deeper.

A huge fire broke out around them, so if anyone tried to stop them, they couldn't’ get through, unless it was someone immune to fire, or another Hellhound.

Y/N: “*Moans* P-Please Jordan! P-Please Cerberus~! I-I want to carry your *Groans* your puppies~!”

That was all Jordan and his Hellhound needed to know. He picked up his pace, and Y/N raised her back up. Jordan moved his head to her neck and stuffed it there. He inhaled her scent and rubbed his scent all over her. Marking her as his.

Jordan felt his cock twitch, and he picked up his pace. Causing Y/N’s body to shake pleasurer. Jordan opened his mouth, and when he felt like he was going cum, he latched his mouth and teeth on her neck.

Y/N moaned out loud as the flames got brighter. Jordan huffed as he came down from his high. He moved his head away from Y/N’s neck, and looked down at her, blissed out expression. He felt pleased with himself.

He then suddenly hears someone clear their throat, and he spun around and covers Y/N’s body with his own. Growling at whoever was near them.

The pack, Noah, Melissa, and Deaton looked at Jordan shocked. They never seen him. act like that.

Noah: “I thought I told you not to have sex with her on the first date? Why did you two even come here?”

Jordan didn’t answer him and kept growling at him. Y/N huffed and slowly got a little bit of her energy back.

Lydia: “Why is he acting like that?”

Deaton: “Because that’s a female. Hellhound.”

They looked at him shocked.

Stiles: “Wait...SHE’S the Hellhound?”

Deaton nodded his head and they all looked over at Y/N... or well they TRIED to. Jordan blocks their sight with his body and growled at them.

Scott: “Why is he acting like that?”

Deaton: “Because he’s protecting her. Female Hellhound and male Hellhounds, if they meet each other, they mate. They try to make more Hellhounds. He’s going to be like that with her...well forever.”

They looked shocked by that.

Lydia: “What...so that’s why she came here?”

Deaton: “No, she probably was drawn in by the Nemption. She didn’t know there was a male Hellhound here. When they saw each other, their insticts kicked in.”

Noah: “That’s why he was so eager to leave today?”

Deaton nodded his head. Jordan growled at them all, and they backed away from him and the girl.

Deaton: “It’s best to leave for now. They’re going to stay out here for a while, until she gives birth. His hellhound basically claimed this area as his nest.”

They looked shocked but nodded their heads. They left Jordan alone for now.

Malia: “So, like me with my den?”

Deaton: “Yes, in fact it is like your den. Sheriff, best keep runner from coming near here. Don’t want Jordan to see.  them as a threat and kill them.”

Noah sighed and nodded his head. They left, and Jordan laid down next to Y/N, he snuggled close to her, and covered her body with his, using it as a banket to warm her up. She wrapped her arms around him, and they both fell asleep.

A/N: Not REALLY want I wanted to write. But I’ll make one later on one of my Wattpad's.

#jordan parrish #jordan parrish x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x y/n #hellhound

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Never A Dull Moment

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Summary: A semester abroad did not make you forget how quick chaos comes to Beacon Hills, but some things, like a new deputy for example, may make the crazy worth going through.

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You sigh to yourself as you flick on the lights in your apartment and drop your suitcases by the door. You loved your experience abroad but there's nothing quite as satisfying as coming home to sleep in your own bed, especially knowing you're officially done with school. Finishing your final college semester abroad was so brilliant of you. You only make it as far as your couch when you hear your bedroom door being swung open with an unnecessary amount of force and on reflex you grab one of the weapons stashed in your apartment and fling it down the hall before even seeing who is there. You gasp when your eyes register a familiar head of dark hair narrowly dodging your dagger.

"Fucking christ Stilinski what's wrong with you?!" You hiss at him.

"I missed you! I heard you'd be back today so-"

"So you broke into my apartment to wait for me?!"

"I didn't break anything I have a key." He shrugs.

"We live in Beacon Hills Stiles you can't come into people's homes unannounced I almost took your head off!" You scoff wrapping your arms around him in a hug.

"Yeah but you didn't so it's fine." He says.

"You need a lesson in appropriate responses to danger I swear." You shake your head.

"With you and Scott around I think I'm good." Stiles says.

"That's not- whatever. Since you're here you can tell me some of the things I missed that I know you all kept from me because I was in another country."

"We- didn't keep anything from you. Beacon Hills has been dreadfully boring without you. It's all Lydia talked about."

"I know you can lie better than that but I guess I'm glad you suck at lying to me. Spill it Stiles, it'll be much better for you to tell me now before I have to force those memories from you." You say.

"Can you even do that?" He frowns.

"Do you want to risk finding out?"

"Dead pool."

"What?"

"There was a teeny tiny thing we had to deal with called a dead pool." He shrugs.

"This teeny tiny thing wasn't teeny tiny at all was it?"

"I mean- relatively it wasn't so ba- no it wasn't teeny tiny at all. I thought everyone was gonna die and now Malia won't talk to me."

"Okay; explain to me what the 'dead pool' was and then we can circle back to the Malia thing?"

"A- list was going around with a bounty on the heads of every supernatural creature in Beacon Hills so we essentially had to deal with a whole bunch of assassins because Peter accidentally recruited Meredith to enact his psycho revenge plan from after the fire that killed the Hale family and-"

"Woah. Meredith from Eichen?!" You blink at him.

"Yes. That's a whole subcategory of craziness that we can go over in detail later but the moral of the story is we lived and we only didn't tell you because there wasn't much you could do in Monte Carlo-"

"I was in Italy."

"Same difference, it's all Europe regardless of where you couldn't help and well there's no reason to stress you out with that feeling of hopelessness when you're supposed to be study abroading. We swore we wouldn't ruin your last semester for you. Actually, the adults made us."

"Your dad and mama Scott made you promise not to bug me with Beacon Hills problems?" You ask.

"Yes. So, I took notes of everything that happened since you left. You can read them at your leisure. Oh but speaking of my dad, this can't wait, there's a new supernatural you should know about."

"I like to think that I'm pretty good at deciphering all that is Stiles Stilinski but I'm failing to see what the connection is between your dad and a new supernatural. Unless you're saying your dad is now one?"

"No, but he hired a new deputy." Stiles says.

"Give me- one more building block so I can piece this together." You ask.

"The new deputy is the supernatural creature you need to know about."

"Oh! Okay. What is he?"

"We- have some theories." Stiles says.

"What are they?"

"I thought phoenix! Lydia thinks that's dumb." He shrugs.

"Explain to me how you got to phoenix."

"Well he was on the dead pool, which is how we found out he was supernatural at all but he has no idea what he is, he actually hardly knows what any of this is- he thinks Lydia's a psychic- but another cop tried to burn him alive and it didn't work."

"When you say it didn't work-"

"He came out unscathed. Not in the werewolf super healing way where he was burned and healed, I mean he just came right back to the station covered in ash, unharmed. So, phoenix."

"I see how you came to that conclusion but I don't think phoenixes take the form of just- some guy." You say.

"You got any other ideas?"

"Well, gimme like 37 hours with my bestiary and I probably will."

"You have a bestiary?! Since when!?" He gasps.

"Side quest while I was abroad." You wink.

"You side quested a bestiary?"

"You can get anything if you know the right people. And I figured it'd come in handy living in Beacon Hills." You shrug.

"Well hang on let me call-"

"No. Stiles I've been traveling for 13 hours. You're not calling anyone. We can touch on the Malia thing briefly but, I need to sleep and you need to leave so we can't be here all night."

"But you just got home."

"Exactly. Visiting hours are over until tomorrow. I need to sleep for 17 hours."

"17 hours?"

"Yes! At least! But I said we could discuss the Malia thing so why isn't she talking to you?" You ask.

"She found out about Peter." He sighs.

"She found out that Peter's her dad!?"

"Yes."

"How!?"

"She found the dead pool with her name on it in my jacket pocket when she was wearing it while almost dying because of a poison situation. The dead pool listed her as Malia Hale."

"So now she's mad at you for keeping it from her." You say.

"Yes." He nods.

"I- don't have the energy to unpack this right now so I will see you tomorrow but I'm sure things will work out. Give her time to process for now." You say.

"Fine. Tomorrow. Oh but read my notes on Parrish." Stiles says as he stumbles out of your apartment.

"Parrish?" You frown.

"The deputy. He's near the end of my notes but it's all the details I have on him. So you can figure out what he is."

"Goodbye." You sing-song, shutting the door on Stiles. You let out a sigh. Finally, peace and quiet. You take a shower and barely make it through your nighttime routine before you collapse in bed, relaxation seeping into your bones as you settle into the mattress and fall asleep.

It's not until noon that you roll out of bed the next day, mainly because you're hungry enough that it wakes you- seeing as you skipped dinner when you got home. After brushing your teeth and getting dressed you make yourself a late breakfast and get to work researching this deputy Parrish guy that Stiles told you about last night.

Flipping through your bestiary and comparing the lengthy notes Stiles left in your room, you're able to pinpoint the most likely categorization for Beacon Hills' newest deputy. You'd have to meet him to know for sure of course but you're pretty confident in your assessment. By the time you've drawn your conclusion, you realize it's almost 4 o'clock, which means you're expecting at least Stiles to crash your laid back afternoon, but seeing as you're just getting back you're almost sure he'll bring the whole crew along with him. Sure enough, not even ten minutes after you check the clock there's a rhythmic knock at your door and you can hear excited chatter before you even open it. Stiles is the first to come strolling through, b-lining it for your fridge because he's a teenage boy and if they're not thinking with the head between their legs, they're thinking with their stomach.

"Your fridge is so empty what the hell?" Stiles complains.

"I got back last night from living in another country for 3 months, I only have like nonperishables." You roll your eyes at Stiles as Liam wraps his arms around you. "Hey Liam." You pat his head gently.

"Welcome back y/n." Scott says.

"Yeah. Welcome back." Kira smiles.

"You aren't planning on leaving us again are you?" Malia asks.

"Not that I know of." You say.

"Good. We're much better with you around." She says and you smile. You know Malia struggles with expressing vulnerability so you always appreciate it when she tries.

"I'm better with you guys around too. Speaking of where's Lydia?" You ask.

"She- said she had something to do first but that she'd catch up." Stiles says.

"Alright, well I think your deputy friend is a creature known as a hellhound." You say.

"A what?!" His eyes widen.

"Deputy friend?" Malia frowns.

"Parrish." Stiles says.

"She's been home for less than 24 hours and you have her identifying the new supernaturals?" Scott looks at Stiles incredulously.

"Just Parrish! We were dead-ending I figured we could use the help." Stiles shrugs.

"IDing Parrish wasn't an emergency." Scott rolls his eyes.

"Buuuut now we've done it! One more thing off the to-do list."

"Well, hellhound's only a theory. I can only get so much from your notes." You clarify.

"How do we verify it then?" Stiles asks.

"Observation I guess? I dunno. Hellhounds aren't like werewolves or werecoyotes that react to wolfsbane. In fact, there are next to no known weaknesses to hellhounds." You say.

"Is a hellhound good or bad?" Malia asks.

"Neither. Technically. I guess the best place to put them would be chaotic neutral. If a hellhound isn't protecting the supernatural then they're usually only called to hunt something but seeing as this deputy guy doesn't seem to know what he is I'd guess there's a subconscious call to protect something or someone here in Beacon Hills. They are also considered harbingers of death, like Lydia but not predicting it like banshees do." You explain.

"So he's protecting something? That should be good right? He's not an enemy if he's protecting the supernatural." Liam says.

"Most likely. Like I said they don't fall on one side or the other of the moral scale. Their priorities are different. If you threaten the thing they're protecting or get in the way of the thing they're hunting they will kill you. So I guess whether or not you see them as good depends on your relation to the thing they're protecting or hunting." You shrug.

"But this is all a theory?" Kira asks.

"Well, not all the stuff about what a hellhound is. Just whether or not the deputy's one."

"You know what? Let's go to the station now! I'm sure he's working. You can meet him and assess on the fly." Stiles claps his hands together.

"How am I supposed to do that? The guy barely understands that he's something supernatural." You roll your eyes.

"I dunno but I'm sure you'll figure it out. You said you needed to observe." Stiles starts to rush everyone out of your apartment, pulling you towards the door when you don't move from where you're leaning against the kitchen counter.

"This is such an awful idea." You grumble as he tugs you along. Still, it's obvious he's not going to give this up so you grab your keys, your phone, and stuff your feet into your shoes.

"I'm sure my dad is dying to see you now that you're back in town anyway, what better excuse to drop in at work?" Stiles offers.

"I don't need an excuse to say hi to your father at work Stiles." You scoff- still, you're willing to go down if only to see him.

"I'm riding in y/n's car!" Liam announces. The six of you make your way to the station, Liam in your car while everyone else piled into Stiles's jeep.

"Stiles. What the hell did you do this time?" Stiles's father happens to walk by as soon as he enters and sighs.

"Why do you always assume I've done something?" Stiles retorts.

"He knows his son." You interject.

"Y/n? You're back! That explains why everyone's crowding the station." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Yeah, everyone was at my place and Stiles decided we needed to come here right away." You explain.

"They didn't ditch school to see you did they?"

"No way. I've always prioritized their grades. They should know better." You say.

"Ah, that's why we love having you here." He hums.

"I hope we're not disrupting your day too bad sheriff?"

"I will always have time for you. Let's go into the office." He waves a hand.

"You're never like this when I come by." Stiles frowns as you all crowd into the sheriff's office.

"Because when you come here it's to raise my blood pressure." His dad rolls his eyes at him.

"I resent that."

"I could've sworn I told you not to stress your father out while I was abroad Stiles?" You look at him.

"Oh he's incapable of that kind of thing." His dad scoffs.

"Well hang on! I did my best while you were abroad, you're home now though so the deal is terminated. I did my job." Stiles states matter-of-factly.

"And this is why she gets the reaction she does. Welcome home! You've graduated, congrats! How was Italy? Think you'll move there?"

"No. I mean don't get me wrong, Italy was lovely but Beacon Hills is- like no other. I don't know that I could leave. At least not now, maybe in a decade or two when there are people who can take over what we do."

"Like finding apprentices!?" Stiles asks.

"No? We're not about to go looking for people to protect the balance between the supernatural and the nonsupernatural in Beacon Hills. I just have faith we'll find people willing and able to take on the job when the time comes." You shrug. "In the meanwhile, has it been a busy day sheriff?" You ask.

"It's Beacon Hills, the bar's kinda high." He shrugs.

"Is Parrish in today?" Stiles asks.

"Why?" Stilinski narrows his eyes at his son.

"Y/n thinks she's figured out what kind of creature he is." Malia says.

"I have a theory based on some notes Stiles left me." You correct.

"Stiles left you notes?"

"A whole journal of them. Everything I missed while I was abroad." You nod.

"I figured that would be more effective than trying to recount it all verbally from memory in one giant infodump." Stiles shrugs.

"So now you're looking for Parrish?" Sheriff Stilinski frowns.

"I'm not, please don't disturb your deputy. It's not that serious." You say.

"That's why we're here!" Stiles says.

"No no, I only came to say hi to your dad. Which I've done, so we can head out. After all, he's working and we're encroaching."

"Oh please, that's my dad there's no such thing." Stiles scoffs.

"Stiles." Stilinski groans.

"Riiiight let's go. The Parrish theory can be dealt with later." You grab Stiles and the others follow you. "See you around Sheriff!" You call over your shoulder as the group of you leaves. While most of the station is plenty familiar with you and barely acknowledged you and the teens marching through the station, one specific deputy had noticed you the minute you came through the door. Jordan's eyes follow you from his desk as you leave with your crowd of teenagers and Stilinski notices the way they flash orange as he watches you leave.

"Parrish!" Stilinski calls from his office. Jordan jumps as if he forgot he's at work, and with one last glance at you getting into your car while you yell something at Stiles he rushes into his boss's office.

"Sir?" Jordan prompts.

"Those reports you were supposed to be working on. Got a status report on those?"

"I'm almost through with the last one. Should be done by EOD." Jordan says, gaze drifting outside every few seconds even though your car is gone.

"Her name is y/n." Stilinski chuckles.

"What?" Jordan frowns.

"The young lady with my son and the others. Her name is y/n, in case you were wondering."

"Why would I-?" Jordan shakes your head.

"I watched your eyes follow her all the way out the door, and you've been glancing out the window through this entire conversation. You'll see her around a lot now that she's back in town so you should talk to her if you're interested."

"Is she not from around here?"

"Yes and no I'll leave the details for her to explain when you ask her but she's been around a while. Just graduated college." Stilinski says with a proud smile, bragging like you're his kid, which in some ways you might as well be.

"Give her my congrats." Jordan nods.

"Tell her yourself. Once you get those reports done." 

Jordan takes that as his queue to leave and returns to his desk. The final report takes him longer than it should have as all he can think about is the melodic sound of your voice and the easy smile you couldn't seem to help while at the station. Maybe he'd take his boss's 'suggestion' and speak to you. If he should be lucky enough to see you again soon.

Luck, as you might have it, seemed to be on his side, as he did see you the next day while grocery shopping. He spots you as soon as he walks in, examining pomegranates intently. Jordan walks over to you before he can psych himself out, stopping at the pile of fruit next to the pomegranates, lemons, which he rarely uses but he picks one up anyway if only to justify being next to you.

"Careful Persephone. I heard you could get trapped in the underworld because of those." Jordan nods at the pomegranate in your hand. You startle slightly before giving a smile. The originality of the line gets you, even if being hit on in the produce section would normally just piss you off.

"Don't worry. I won't let Hades see." You quip back. He chuckles, glad the line didn't miss as hard as he thought it would.

"I'm Jordan. I think I saw you at the sheriff's station yesterday?"

"You're the new deputy, aren't you? Parrish right?"

"Well- now I feel at a disadvantage here you seem to know more about me than I know about you."

"Yeah I- just got back in town actually but the sheriff's son who seems to know everything has given me the 411 on everything I missed- including the new deputy. I- I'm y/n. It's nice to meet you. Puts a face to the name." You stick out your hand. Jordan shakes it, hoping his palms aren't sweaty enough to expose how keyed up you're making him.

"It's- nice to meet you too. And I think I've heard your name more than a few times. The kids seem to really idolize you. So- it's nice to put a face to your name as well, and quite a gorgeous one at that."

"Stiles's 411 didn't mention that you were such a flirt." You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

"I'm usually not." He chuckles like he's just as surprised by the line as you are.

"Would've never guessed, you're doing so well."

"I just wanted to introduce myself, John said I'd probably be seeing you around a lot so-"

"Stiles said the same." You hum.

"Why would Stiles say that?" Jordan frowns.

"I assume for the same reason John did- but the surprise in your voice makes me think you have no idea who I am and the Stilinskis are running independent missions." You muse.

"What does that mean?"

"Well I'm not sure what your boss told you but when it comes to the strange happenings of Beacon Hills that are on a need-to-know basis I'm one of those people that always needs to know. I might actually be the first to know quite often."

"When you say the strange happenings of Beacon Hills does that mean you know about the-?"

"Werewolves? Banshees? Dead pool? All of it, yes."

"You weren't even around for the dead pool." He points out.

"That's where Stiles comes in. My little informant."

"Then that means you know about me too?"

"Yeah. When I said Stiles gave me the 411 on the new deputy I mean he gave me all of the information. I might even have figured out what you are." You say.

"I guess I was even more right than I thought when I said it seems you know more about me than I know about you."

"Oh you have no idea." You hum.

"I think it's only fair we level the playing field a bit. Don't you?"

"And, how do you plan to do that?"

"By taking you to dinner, if you'll let me." He says. You can't help the shocked look you give him as his words hang in the air for a moment before you answer.

"Sure. You can pick me up at 7." You say with a smile. You take the grocery list he's holding and scribble your address and number on the back of it.

"Tonight?"

"Why wait?" You shrug.

"Okay. 7 o'clock." He nods.

"Don't be late." You say before walking off to finish your shopping. Jordan doesn't move until you disappear into an aisle. Only once he can't see you is he able to breathe. He can't believe how that conversation played out and now he's got five hours to prepare himself to have dinner with you.

You can't believe you agreed to have dinner with him. You replay the conversation at least a hundred times as you do your shopping, leave the store, drive home, unload your groceries, and then try to pass the time until it is reasonable to start getting ready for this impromptu date. Why did you decide it would be tonight?! He was more charming than you expected and in your effort to realign yourself, you've just set yourself up. As if five hours will give you enough time to be prepared to deal with him. Still, by 6:30 you pick out a cute dress and set about to do your preparations. Hair, makeup, external pep talk in front of your mirror. Check, check, and check just before there's a knock at your door that startles you. It's exactly 7. Punctual. You put on your shoes and grab your bag and then open the door for Jordan.

"Hi again." You smile.

"Hi." He says. "You look, amazing."

"Thank you. You look pretty good yourself." You say taking in his outfit. It's simple, a button-up and a pair of slacks, but they fit him well and he's folded the sleeves up to his elbows in a way that emphasizes his arms.

"Thanks." Jordan's cheeks tinge ever so slightly pink- it's almost unnoticeable but it makes you smile to know you can make him blush.

"Well, lead the way, deputy." You say stepping into the hall and locking your apartment. Jordan holds an arm out for you to loop yours through and leads you to his car. He opens your door for you and helps you in before sliding into the driver's seat. After about ten minutes you pull into the lot of a local Italian restaurant. You've been here a number of times but the food is good so you certainly won't complain. It's definitely a safe first date option. Jordan opens the door for you to get out of the car as well, and pulls out your chair when you're given a table in the restaurant. You appreciate the little acts of chivalry that he seems to do subconsciously.

"So, since we're 'leveling the playing field', ask me anything you want to know." You tell him once you've both ordered your food.

"Are you from Beacon Hills?" He asks.

"Nope, moved here for college." You say.

"You moved to Beacon Hills for college?"

"Well no, I moved to California for Beacon Hills, I moved to Beacon Hills at the behest of my mother really."

"The behest of your mother?" Jordan tilts his head.

"She said if I insisted on going to school so far from home, I had to live in or around Beacon Hills."

"Why Beacon Hills?"

"The Nemeton." You shrug.

"The- what?" He frowns.

"Nobody's told you about the Nemeton? It's a giant tree- well it used to be, it's been cut down so it's just a stump now."

"I've never seen anything like that and I feel like I'd notice a giant stump in the middle of the forest."

"You would think but the Nemeton is a... special tree. It will hide from those it doesn't want to be seen by. So if you haven't seen it perhaps it's felt no reason to reveal itself to you quite yet." You hum.

"Yet?"

"Well, you're a supernatural who just moved to a kind of small town where you know nobody and took a job at a sheriff's office that I'm sure does not have the greatest reputation because you 'felt called here' for some reason."

"And you think the call was a tree?"

"The Nemeton is more than a tree. It's pretty much a beacon for supernatural creatures and its reactivation would explain your arrival, kind of." You say.

"So why did the Nemeton bring me here?" He asks.

"That I don't have an answer for. Until the Nemeton reveals itself to you we can only speculate. Especially because I'm not even sure I've IDed you correctly."

"You think you've IDed me?"

"I... have a theory if you're interested in hearing it."

"Can I ask a couple more questions first?"

"Of course." You nod.

"Are you supernatural?" He asks.

"Only kind of. I'm from a family of druids."

"Druids?"

"Yeah, druids are like supernatural doctors so not quite human but certainly not anything on like werewolf level."

"Supernatural doctors, interesting. So doc, what am I?"

"My best guess is a hellhound." You say.

"A hellhound?" His eyes widen.

"Yes. Don't look so freaked it's not like you're going to sprout 3 heads and start answering to Hades."

"Well, what does it mean then?"

"Hellhounds are supernatural protectors usually their appearance means they're guarding something specific or maybe hunting something. They're pretty rare actually but I have more information about them in my books at home I just didn't memorize it all before dinner." You tell him.

"A hellhound."

"I'm sure that's not the kind of answer you were expecting but based on the information I got from Stiles about you that's the most likely classification." 

"And it doesn't freak you out?"

"That you're a hellhound? Why would it?" You frown.

"Aren't they dangerous?"

"To those that pose a threat to it, sure. Are you threatened by me, deputy?"

"No." He shakes his head.

"Then I have no reason to be freaked out. Plus it's... kind of hard to fear someone so cute." You shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you notice pink creep onto Jordan's face at your compliment. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat.

"You said you have more information on them?"

"I do. I can bring the relevant material by the station in the next couple of days for you if you'd like." You offer.

"You'd do that?"

"Well yeah, it's an excuse to see you again."

"You don't need an excuse." He shakes his head. "I really like you."

"I really like you too." You smile. Yeah, it's good to be back.

***

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[headrant]

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓦𝐄 𝓜𝐄𝐓

𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑥 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑀𝑅𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠, 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ...

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒. ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ?? 🚫🚫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 💬💬

I sat alone at the oak wood bar that my father used to take Stiles and I to, my index finger tracing along the rim of my nearly empty glass of Sprite.

If he has it, I don't know what I'll do... I can't lose my brother the same way I lost my mom. Scott said he'd give Stiles the bite, but what if he reacts the same way I do? What if this whole phoenix thing runs in the family? Derek said it's genetic... The bite could kill him just as easily, right? If he's-

My thoughts were interrupted when a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of me, the bartender giving me a smile. "I didn't order this..." I told him with furrowed brows, sliding the glass back towards him only for the man to give me a grin and point behind me.

To say I was in awe is an understatement... He was fit, tall, with brown hair and green eyes.. I'm a sucker for green eyes. As I went to hand the milkshake off to him, the man finally spoke up.

"It's yours. You looked like you were having a rough night.. And I also noticed you weren't drinking any alcohol so I assumed a milkshake would be a safe bet." The man said as I felt myself at a loss for words. That's when he smiled... that damn smile.. with the white teeth and dimples, he was beyond handsome.

"Do you mind if I sit?" The man asked, a small chuckle passing his lips as it knocked me from my trance.

"Uh- Yeah.. yeah, please.." I told him before pulling the treat closer and taking a sip. "Thank you.. I, um.. I needed this." I said, allowing the awkward silence to sort of greet both of us before ultimately giving in and bringing my hand up to my mouth as my nails found their familiar place between my teeth. Before I knew it, I was chomping down on my nails to ease my nerves when the man gently took my wrist in his hand.

"You shouldn't do that, you know.. you'll end up hurting yourself." He said. "I used to bite my nails, too.. My dad doused my fingers in lemon juice to stop me." The man said with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his beer, ignoring the fact my wrist was still in his hand. My wrist was still in his hand...

"My name is Jordan by the way." He introduced himself, grazing his thumb over the top of my wrist as my heart fluttered. It was almost as if I couldn't speak as I watched his thumb gently trace the small freckles on my wrist before shaking my head and looking up at him.

"U-uh.. Hilde." I told him as my voice cracked slightly. There it was again.. that damn smile.. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." Jordan said, his green eyes flickering down towards my lips briefly.

"You think I'm pretty?" I scoffed slightly as he downed the rest of his beer.

"Gorgeous." Jordan said, scooting closer. Unsure if he was drunk or if he was genuinely flirting, part of me felt like I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Do you go to college? What are you studying?" He asked me.

Shit. I can lie, right? I've slept with older guys before...

"Um, law.. law enforcement." I told him, shifting in my seat slightly. That earned an intrigued look from Jordan before his eyes grazed along my body.

"I could see it." He said, his words making my heart skip a beat. "I'd like to learn more about you..." Jordan requested. It was almost like a magnet that pulled the two of us closer, my brown eyes locking on his green ones almost in a challenge.

"Then why don't you?" I asked before pulling him into a deep kiss.

I don't know how it happened, but before I knew it Jordan and I were at his apartment already tearing off each other's clothes before the door was even closed. "Sorry about the mess..." He panted, slipping off his jumper before wrapping his arms around me once more. "I didn't plan on bringing home a pretty girl..." He mumbled, trailing his lips down my neck.

For once my body didn't heat up like it often did, it almost stayed level with Jordan's before I cupped his cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss.

"I want this..." I told him, making him pull away. There was a relieved and almost happy glint in his green eyes before I was tossed onto his makeshift couch bed, Jordan soon hovering over top of me.

"Good... I do, too." He agreed, delving down to return his lips to mine.

The next morning, I woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist making me smile as I remembered the night. Turning around I pecked Jordan's lips before his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning..." I whispered, earning a tired and afterglow grin from him.

"Good morning..." He rasped, pulling me tighter into his grasp before pressing his lips to mine once more.

"Mm- I have work, but I could meet you for lunch if you want..?" Jordan offered, breaking the kiss but still leaving our lips close as his brushed against mine when he spoke.

"You mean like a date?" I teased, making him lean back with a chuckle only to then push me onto my back and hover over me once again.

"Yes, like a date." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine before his lips soon attached to my cheeks and neck causing me to laugh before pushing him off.

"Jordan!!" I squealed, finally releasing myself from his grip before giggling as I leaned over the couch to grab a notebook and paper to write down my phone number.

"Text me when and where." I said, handing him the paper only to receive a kiss in return before getting up to get dressed.

Lunch rolled around, and with a few silly texts from Jordan throughout the day Lydia has been on my back about who I've been talking to. I couldn't tell her though... I don't even know if it's going to go anywhere with Jordan.

"I'm going to bring my dad lunch and I'll meet with you guys later." I called out before leaving the loft, unlocking my Volkswagen and heading to pick up something for my dad.

Grabbing the bag from the passenger side, I walked inside the station before seeing Jordan, my heart sinking. It took everything in me not to drop the food as he spotted me, getting up and walking over.

Shit.

"Hey! I didn't think I told you where I worked, did I?" Jordan said, dressed in a full deputy's uniform. "How are you?" Jordan asked, about to press a kiss to my lips before my dad opened the door to his office making me snap out of my stunned expression and jump away from Jordan before he could.

Shit.

"Dad! Hey, I brought you lunch!" I said, seeing the color drain from Jordan's face.

"It's not salad, is it?" My dad asked, taking the bag from me.

"Open it up and find out." I teased, trying to lighten the tension as I glanced over at the obviously stressed out deputy.

"Hilde, have you met my new deputy Jordan Parrish?" My dad asked, pulling a fry from his bag before eating it.

"Yep." I said, glancing over at my father's newest employee to see his pure shocked expression. "Sure have..."

Shit.

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[socheckitout-mikey]

Hey! How r u? Uhm- I totally loved "cuddling with brett" because I'm seriously in love with him..but I was hoping if you can do a "cuddling with Jordan Parrish"? It's totally okay if you can't! Btw I love ur writing sm :)

heeey! thanks for requesting. i have never written for jordan before, so i hope that these live up to his character. i hope that you also enjoy what i came up with. it makes me really happy that you enjoy my writing! :') - mae

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Cuddling with Jordan Parrish Hc's:

° Jordan loves cuddling with you. Showing love through physical affection is something he enjoys, but he never wants to overwhelm you.

° He's always gentle with his touches. He enjoys playing with your hair, rubbing your back and drawing little patterns into your skin. This is a sure way for you to fall asleep, and he just softly gazes at you every once in a while before pressing tender kisses to your temple or forehead.

° Jordan never wants to leave once you've both started cuddling, especially when it's in the morning. Everything is so relaxing in this space when the sun is just coming up and peeking through the curtains. Nothing is better than being in his arms. However, if it's not a weekend, the important duties of being a deputy keep nagging him.

° You're half asleep yourself, trying to savor his presence and touch. He doesn't mind if you fall back asleep, but you're stubborn and want to be somewhat coherent as you snuggle into his chest.

° He laughs into your hair when you mumble about something strange from one of your dreams. It's muffled so he can't exactly hear it, but it greatly amuses him. He's wide awake and you're not.

° He prefers it when you fall asleep so he can slip away and leave a cute little note on his nightstand, but a lot of the time you wake up the second he's made the move to slip out of bed.

° "Where are you going? I was comfy!" You pout sleepily, your weary eyes peeking over the puffy comforter.

° "I know you were, but duty calls, sweetheart." He grins at you, somewhat saddened to go.

° "Five more minutes," you counter with those sweet eyes begging him to stay.

° "Five more minutes was fifteen minutes ago. I still have to shower and I've got to leave soon." He tries to reason with you.

° But you always win.

° "Fine, but it's only for five more minutes," he sighs, lifting up the blanket to settle down next to you.

° You make a pleasant noise, laying on top of him as if that could ever prevent him from leaving. He just laughs, wondering what type of excuse will warrant lateness to Sheriff Stilinski.

° Cuddling after long shifts of work is something you both love to do, especially when you're watching your favourite TV shows or movies. Sometimes you chat and other times you are quiet as you snack.

° Wholesome vibes all around!

° Jordan likes to cuddle when he's had a hard day. It starts when you're just fixing up a quick dinner in the kitchen when he's just gotten home. He engulfs you from behind, burying his face into the crook of your neck and sighing. Taking in your familiar scent, you know the tight hold he has on you is the way he lets you know he needs you.

° "Hey sweetheart, how was your day?" Jordan never fails to check in with you first like the true gentleman he is.

° "I'm okay. Are you doing alright there?" You ask, which provokes another sigh from him.

° Jordan likes to rest his head on your chest, right over your heart on these types of days and just listens to your heartbeat. It's the most soothing sound in the world that's accompanied by your fingers carding through his dark short hair. He falls asleep this way or just waits up, which depends on how hard of a day he's had. Being a deputy is not easy.

° Sometimes he likes to sneak up on you when you're busy and pick you up to take you to the couch or bed. You protest with laughter the entire way, but relent because he uses those gorgeous green eyes to his advantage. He calls the latter payback for making him late to work three times this week.

° He likes to rest his head on your belly when you're reading. He's always asking you to read out loud to him, even if it's right in the middle of a book. Sometimes he's annoying though because he wants you to give him a rundown of characters and the plot so far so he can understand what's going on.

° You just softly bonk him on the head.

° Jordan is like a radiator, so it gets really warm fast. It's good when it's autumn and winter, tolerable in spring, but in the summer it's way too hot for you to handle. You're then forced to swat him away when he advances for cuddles.

° "Get! You're like an active volcano with your heat." You protest, trying to worm your way out of his hold.

° "That's not very fair you know. You put your cold feet on my shins all winter! Summer is my time for payback." Jordan teases you.

° "That's different! I'm a humble human who needs extra warmth during the colder months." You retort with your nose stuck in the air.

° "And I'm an overheated Hellhound that needs to cool down in the hotter months." He counters.

° "Stick yourself in the fridge then," you giggle, but it's too late because he's got you locked in his strong hold.

° Being the big and small spoon interchanges in your relationship. Whatever is most comfortable for you both.

° Cuddling with him feels like home. His scents, sounds and touches are nothing short of pleasant. You're familiar with him and he's your soulmate. He loves you deeply and in these sweet moments you both can really feel each other's love.

° On the scale of wholesomeness ya'll are 1,000,000/10! <3

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[samdeancass]

Protective Arms

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: #18 from my Prompt List - “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?”

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader (platonic)

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Jordan, Y/N

Description: Y/N and Jordan are best friends. For the moment, Y/N is sleeping in Jordan’s spare bedroom. One night there’s a thunderstorm which Y/N really doesn’t like, so they seek Jordan for comfort.

You hated thunderstorms, absolutely hated them. Ever since you were a kid, you would hide in the corner of a room until the storm had passed. You thought that you would have grown out of it by the time you were an adult, but nothing has changed.

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A loud clash of thunder struck once again right outside the bedroom window. You were hiding underneath the sheets, crying and shaking. The room lit up with the flash of the lightning a few seconds later, causing you to jump slightly. You couldn’t take anymore, you hated being alone when there’s a thunderstorm. 

You were currently living with your best friend, Jordan, but he didn’t know about your fear. You thought it was a stupid, childish fear and you didn’t want him to think badly of you. 

You tried to hold on and ride the storm out by yourself but nothing you was doing was working. When the next clash of thunder came, you jumped out of your bed and tiptoed down the corridor towards Jordan’s room. The door was cracked open a little and you could see that, somehow, he was sleeping soundly through all of the noise. 

You stood in the doorway and debated whether to turn back, not wanting to disturb him but when another flash of lighting came, you quietly snuck into the room and scrambled under the covers. Jordan let out a groan and moved away, his eyes opening slightly.

“What are you doing?!” You didn’t answer and kept under the covers with your eyes closed tight. “Y/N, hey, what’s wrong?” He woke up a little more and sat up, rubbing a tentative hand up and down your back. The motion seemed to soothe you a little so you poked your head out from under the sheets and turned around, giving him a sheepish smile.

“Hey.” He furrowed his brows at you. “You can’t just sneak into my room and jump into my bed like a maniac and just say ‘hey’. Why did you do that?” You shuffled further up the bed until your head landed on the pillow. “Well, I’ve never really mentioned this before but I have a pretty bad fear of thunderstorms and, erm, well, I got really scared with this storm and I wanted to cuddle so..... I came in here.”

Jordan looked at the digital clock and shook his head. “You snuck into my room at 4am....to cuddle?” You blushed slightly and nodded your head, bringing the cover up over your head again. Instead of huffing or laughing at you, Jordan lifted the cover from off your head and brought you into his chest. 

“You should have told me sooner, Y/N. I would never have let you sleep alone in this if I’d have known. Promise me there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” You shook your head in answer. “Thank you for understanding.” He smiled and pecked the top of your head. “It’s alright, go to sleep now.”

For the rest of the night, each time thunder struck or lightning flashed Jordan cuddled you closer to him and tightened his arms, protecting you from your fear. That was the first time that you hadn’t been as scared as what you usually were and it was all thanks to your best friend and his protective arms.

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Sorry Officer

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Stilinski!Reader

   The familiar sound of police sirens filled the air around you as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor. Was it a great idea to piss off Deputy Parrish strictly because you were bored? Probably not. Is that exactly what you decided to do with your day after your brother and Scott had taken off that morning in search of evidence that there was a new creature in town? Yes, yes it was. You got dressed and headed straight to the station to set your mission in motion. 

     First you sat at his desk with your feet on his paperwork throwing paper clips at him. He didn't even look up at you, just flipped to the next page in his report. When that failed to irritate him enough, you rearranged his desk and moved all of his files when he had gone to the bathroom. When he came back, you told him that you had shredded the files. The only person that succeeded on getting a rise out of had been your father, Sheriff Stilinski; who decided that you needed to be on timeout in his office. You moped around his office until he kicked you out of the station and told you to cause problems elsewhere. He probably immediately realized his mistake, but you were gone before he could amend that statement. 

    There was one very well known fact about you. Your little brother may be bad; a no it all who had a knack for getting in trouble, but you had perfected the art. All of the officers in the station had at one point or another pulled you over. A few had had the opportunity to cuff you and bring you in. If Noah Stilinksi had not been the Sheriff, you would have quite the rap sheet. Lucky for you no one ever pressed charges 

    Walking past all of the cruisers, you were not surprised to find that Jordan's was running and ready to go in case there was an emergency. Yeah, you'd get in trouble for this one, no doubt, but it was worth it. You opened the car and slid in. You were careful backing out, when they say drive it like you stole it, they mean follow traffic laws so there isn't reason to pull you over. You saw Jordan walking out of the station as you pulled out; you also saw him see you. This was about to escalate quickly. You ended up next to Scott and Stiles at the red light. Both of them practically hanging out the window while questioning your sanity. Just as the light turned green, you could hear sirens off in the distance. Maybe it was Parrish, maybe it was your father, either way you would end up in lock up. 

     You stepped on the gas as lights hit the rear view mirror. You floored it, running the next red light; that was thankfully at a dead end road that no one used. You could see that it was Parrish that was following you in his truck. Why an officer would need a truck and a car, you didn't understand, but you assumed that it was because he dealt with all of the supernatural shit in town. You were approaching the preserve and Hale house when you had to slam on the brakes to avoid driving head first into Derek. You were lucky that they were both supernatural or there would have been an accident. 

      You white knuckled the steering wheel while they both got out of their vehicles; Derek was going to check and make sure everyone was alright, and to make sure that Parrish didn't kill you. 

      "Sorry officer, I didn't see the red light, I’m color blind" you grinned up at him. His eyes danced with flames, he was beyond pissed. You could hear your father over the radio as your life flashed before your eyes. Parrish leaned in the window and grabbed the radio; presumably letting him know that he had caught you. 

     "I don't care, you stole my car!" Derek chuckled as he got back into his car and drove away, leaving you to deal with the consequences on your own. Jordan glared, clearly waiting for you to give him some sort of reasoning that would justify such stupidity and recklessness. 

    "In my defense, I was told to cause trouble somewhere other than at the station." Jordan didn't seem to follow your logic, "and you were ignoring me."

     "So you stole my car so I'd pay attention to you?" He stood ramrod straight and looked at you in disbelief. 

    "No, I stole your car to make you mad. You paying attention is just an added bonus." He was even more confused as you shooed him away from the door so you could get out. "Just cuff me already and we can discuss this on the way back to the station."

    "Not cuffing you." it was your turn to be confused. 

    "Why not?" you huffed.

    "Well, someone has to drive the cruiser back since I have the truck and despite the fact you stole it and ran a red light, you didn't wreck it so you get to drive it back. Then you can spend the afternoon cuffed to my desk," you gulped. Surely he didn't mean that in a way that you would enjoy. "And why were you so hellbent on making me mad?"

    "You're hot when you're mad and I was bored." you smirked at his expression. "Not that you aren't always hot. Maybe you should ask the Sheriff for a shirt in a size up." His sleeves looked like if he flexed, they would burst at the seams. 

    "Are you trying to flirt your way out of punishment?" He licked his lips and looked between the vehicles clearly plotting. "You know, these need to go to the car wash now that you decided to go down a dirt road." 

    "You aren't going to let me take these through the drive-thru car wash are you?" you looked at the mud and the clothes you were wearing. Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, aviator glasses and stance telling you he was going to enjoy this.

    "Nope, good old hand wash," he turned and walked back to his truck and got in, you followed suit and waited for him to pull out, which he didn't. He waved you to go first so he could follow you to the car wash. No running this time. It was packed so you waited in line, you spotted Derek vacuuming the Camero out. He saw you and Parrish in line and started laughing. He finished and pulled off to the side to enjoy the show. 

    When it was finally your turn, Parrish climbed out of the truck and leaned on the hood, arms resuming their crossed position. Derek mimicked him by his car. They were enjoying this too much. First thing you did was spray yourself in the face with the hose trying to get it working. Jordan had the decency to at least act like he wasn't laughing. There really wasn't a way to clean these vehicles and not get soaking wet. 

Your phone dinged with a notification from Derek: Guess who got caught and is now facing her first punishment! It was nice that he had left you in the group chat for that. You looked at the attached photo of you spraying yourself in the face; immortalized in the group chat. At some point Peter, Scott and Stiles appeared, deciding that they had to see this for themselves. All of them stood by as you struggled to get the car clean… you still had yet to start the truck. 

The audience got bored pretty quickly and dissipated, but not before Stiles handed Parrish a change of clothes for you. He kept the folded neatly and sat them on the passenger seat before returning to his supervisior duty. 

When you finally got the car done, Jordan hopped in and pulled it off to the side siting that he didn't want your wet ass in his car. When he pulled the truck forward, he didn't get out. He watched you closely from inside the truck, regretting his decision to make you wash the vehicles more and more as the seconds passed. 

You had stopped when some guy walked up to you to say hi. You looked mortified to be washing the vehicles while the officer was inside. You passed it off as just helping out, but you looked like you wanted to melt away. Jordan was also coming to a conclusion that he was going to have a hard time covering up; he was starting to really like you. You, Stiles' annoying older sister. Little miss can do no wrong. The OG shit head. Everyone agreed that you were far worse than Stiles. But you were growing on him. 

    Once you were done rinsing the truck, he rolled down the window deciding to test the waters. He called you over to hand you your clothes, when you turned to walk away, he pulled you back and in for a kiss. You didn't immediately pull away, but you didn't exactly reciprocate it either. He let you go to change your clothes. While you were getting dressed he inspected your work. When you walked back in, you silently got into the car and he followed you back to the station. Before you got in, you found his ticket book and wrote him a note: Next time get me coffee first ;).

He'd find it sooner or later.

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Protect and Serve - Pt.1

Ch1: The Meet and the Cute

Type: multichapter, Teen Wolf post s06-A, slight AU

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x reader  Word count ch1: 2600

Summary: In a need of change of scenery for a while, you stabbed your finger into a map and ended up heading to Beacon Hills to start anew. You cared little for obscure blog posts claiming the town had a reputation – house prices were a miracle and there was a job opening at local high school.

And if the population was half as nice and pretty as certain Deputy patrolling the streets, you were going to be just fine. ...right?

Warnings: fluff and cutesy, cops?, serial killer mention, language

A/N: Title (besides from the obvious) from s05e09: “I'm a very good deputy, and I'd like to stay that way. Flipping over jeeps and attacking colleagues doesn't exactly fit with protect and serve.” (J.P.)

A/N2: not sure anyone will even read this since it’s kinda niche AND so late to the party but... ah well. Was itching to write this. There’s not enough JP x reader out there. Divider by firefly-graphics

One glance – that was all it took. Just one glance and all hope was lost at last, even as you knew the end was long time coming.

“No! No, no, nooooo,” you whined, watching the screen turn dark, the company logo flickering up once more before your phone died completely, your gaze snapping back to the road. “Dammit!”

Scanning your surroundings, you found the nearest place to stop – a simple task, truly, since Beacon County was apparently nothing but woods – and pulled over, killing the engine.

You deserved this; you knew that. That’s what you got for postponing basic things like buying a new charging cable – something you had meant to do weeks ago. But between packing, filling in a mountain of paperwork, calls with Mrs. Martin and goodbyes to your few friends, you felt too exhausted to do a single piece of work extra. Such as purchasing a silly piece of electronics.

It was karma, really. Bitchy karma who left you with Beacon Hills at your fingertips and a dead GPS. It wasn’t that you hadn’t looked up the map of the place before; you just succumbed to the sin of modern times and didn’t care much to actually remember where the school was in position to your new home, relying on a piece of technology instead.

It was the cop’s fault anyway. Your phone was supposed to last, you should have already been in Beacon Hills, waiting for the appointment with Principal Martin, but apparently the Beacon County Sherriff’s department was taking their job a little too seriously when directing traffic. Deputy Whatshisname had held you up too long when checking the papers, making you blow into the stupid breathalyser and walk a straight line despite your reassurances that you had not been drinking and driving. He just had to check your first aid kit and other obligatory equipment too; and now your phone was useless. You hoped karma was about to bite Mr.Deuty in the ass too.

“No use crying now…” you muttered under your breath, cursing when you realized you couldn’t even call your future boss and apologize for probably being late.

Plugging your phone in, toying with the pitiful excuse of a cable for a bit, you slowly started the car again, mentally crossed your fingers and hoped for the best.

You reached Beacon Hills in barely two minutes with no problems – it was the town itself which posed a challenge.

Half past eleven in the morning, the roads were nearly free of cars. A good thing, truly, because with how slow you were going, eyes sharp as your gaze trailed over every sign, trying to spy names of the streets and hoping for something to spark a memory, you might encounter some serious road rage of other drivers otherwise.

Instinctively, you tried to head towards the town centre, sure you were doing a decent job, until you found yourself on the edge of the town again, quickly making a U-turn and heading back.

Maybe the blog posts were right about this town: there was something strange going on. Maybe it was a labyrinth. Maybe it was like a Bermuda triangle. Hell, maybe it didn’t even exist in the same realm as the rest of the world, floating in some parallel universe-

You scoffed and eyed your watch. You were already late. You might as well stop by the coffee shop you had passed five minutes ago – if you’d be able to find it again. Maybe there would be someone with a functioning charging cable willing to lend it for a small coffee and cheesecake bribe too.

Resigned, you added coffee shops and bakeries to list of things to keep an eye out for as you slowly followed the road, watching people on their lunch break filling the streets. You really didn’t want to stop and ask for directions like an idiot, but you promised yourself that unless you found your way in the next three minutes, you-

The sudden blare of a police siren made you jump in your seat, dull pain in your chest following the startle in your heart. Jesus. Before you could try to find the source, the red and blue flashed in the corner of your eyes in your rear-view mirror.

Along with the flashing sign asking you to stop.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

This wasn’t karma toying with you anymore. This was God’s fucking punishment.

And the Beacon County Sherriff’s department definitely already hated you.

With a sigh, you pulled over at the nearest opening, grateful for the siren instantly falling silent, quickly followed by the flashing lights dying out as the door of the police car opened.

Fine. Fine. So you’d have your papers checked twice in one day, whatever. But you swore if they would test you for alcohol again, you’d throw a fit. It was already midday. You were supposed to be at the school at the moment and you would have, hadn’t it been for the self-important prick in uniform you encountered less than an hour ago.

You pulled your window down and dug into your glove compartment in search of the documents for the second time that day, throwing them on the passenger seat. Looking for your driver’s licence next as you heard the officer stop by your door, you started talking, willing yourself to be nice despite the world not returning the favour today.

“Okay, officer, I’m sorry and I mean no disrespect, but could we deal with this really fast? I swear I have been pulled over for checking papers two towns over, breathalyser and walking included, and I know for a fact that I haven’t done anything wrong now and I was most definitely not speeding, so please just let me show you the papers and we’ll be on our way, because I’m already late, okay?” you blurted out in one breath, finally finding your prize.

Ha!

“Ma’am.”

The police officer addressed you with a surprisingly low level of irritation in his voice, but you felt a pang of shame anyway as you gathered all the documents.  

“I’m sorry, that was rude, but it was also the truth and it would really help me, so here-“

The moment you turned to hand your papers to the poor man who was just doing his job and looked up, your brain came to a screeching halt – and refused to work in anything but simple short sentences.

Oh. He’s young.

Oh, he’s pretty.

Oh god, he needs a bigger uniform. The sleeves are definitely too tight. His arms-

Speaking of arms. And shoulders. He had a patch on the uniform. He wasn’t an officer. He was with the Sherriff’s department, after all. He was a Deputy.

A really, really handsome deputy.

With a light-brown ruffled hair and cute wrinkle between his brows as his bright green eyes roamed your face with misplaced but entirely genuine concern, the corners of his lips lifted in a careful but friendly smile.

You were fucked. You would also like to be fucked. By him. He could use the handcuffs that were no doubt fastened on the back of his belt if he wanted. On you or on him. No preference. Jesus. Your mind was definitely not supposed to head into the gutter so fast, but here you were.

This must have been karma paying you back for your grief. She sent Deputy Parrish to make your day better. You didn’t know whether to climb him like a tree or pinch his cheek first – that was how attractive and absolutely entirely cute he was. Especially when he frowned a little harder.

Be still my foolish heart.

“Ma’am? Are you okay?”

“Yes! Sir.” you blurted out, letting go of the papers at last. “I’m fine.”

And so are you.

You couldn’t believe he was addressing you as ma’am. Then again, you couldn’t believe you just called him Sir. You needed to get a grip.

On him, your brain helpfully supplied and even as you completely agreed, you willed to remind yourself you were an adult and not a screeching horny teenager. Which was slightly difficult since the Deputy’s lips curled up in an easy smile.

“Good. And you’re right, you weren’t speeding,” he assured you, completely ignoring the documents you handed him, eyes firmly on yours.

They really were pretty. But momentarily not enough to distract you from what he said. Go adulthood.

“I’m pretty sure I was going on a snail pace.”

“Exactly,” he confirmed, his smile growing along with your bewilderment.

He wasn’t checking your papers, still. He didn’t pull you over because you were speeding – quite the opposite, it seemed. Huh? What were you missing? It was your turn to frown.

“…you pulled me over because I was going too slow?” you asked, slowly, pondering over every syllable, because even as you said it, it made no damn sense.

“Yes-“

“But this isn’t a free-way! There’s no limit, is there?” you questioned. Wait, was there? Was that a California thing? A Beacon County thing you failed to research? “...I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but I’m so very confused right now.”

The Deputy – Parrish, his nametag read – chuckled, flashing a perfect white line of teeth in the process, his left eyebrow arching almost playfully.

“Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t remember seeing your car around before and given the fact you were on the opposite end of the speed limit, I was wondering if you needed any help?”

Your confusion hit an entirely new limit. You understood every word he said, but it seemed like they made no sense whatsoever when woven together like this. You blinked several times, but the image of a handsome and apparently an overly helpful deputy didn’t disappear. Not even when you tilted your head. Weird.

“…you pulled me over because I looked lost and you thought I might need help…?”

He grimaced, even as the amiability still shone from his eyes. “It does sound pretty strange now that I think of it, doesn’t it?”

It did.

It also probably sounded a little creepy.

And maybe it should scare you, especially since the guy was a pretty face – a devil with a face of an angel, you heard all about those, the charming serial killers – but something told you that you could trust him. If not for the strangely intense gut feeling telling you this guy did not have a single mean bone in his body, then for the fact that there was another person in the car waiting for him. Surely, they couldn’t both be serial killers. Right?

And there were a few people around who could be potential witnesses in case these two planned to Ted-Bundy you in the nearby woods, so you were going to be fine.

But mostly, Deputy Parrish was emitting such a warm and kind aura, with his boyish smile – a little self-deprecating now, bless his heart – making his bright green irises crinkle, that you simply couldn’t but trust him.

You hoped it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. Though you’d have nothing against him biting-

You cleared your throat.

“A little…” you admitted at last, a smile spreading your lips as well as the tips of his ears seemed to grow slightly red, “but truth to be told, I am lost and you look like the kind of a cop who’s really dedicated to the whole ‘protect and serve’ thing, Deputy Parrish. So… thanks for the care, I guess.”

“All the same.” He gave you back your documents without sparing them a single glance, his free hands now occupied by resting on his belt. “Where you headed?”

High school. The simple and most adequate answer was high school. But the sincerely curious tone in Mr. Handsome Deputy’s voice just flipped a switch in your brain, leading you to share way more than necessary.

“Uhm… I have meeting with the principal of local high school. I’m gonna teach there, starting next week. English and Spanish.”

“Oh! Welcome then,” he greeted you warmly, seemingly pleased by that information for some reason. “High school’s easy enough. Just follow us.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was joking, right?

He did not look like he was joking.

In fact, he seemed perfectly relaxed – even if still standing tall, shoulders squared -, the easy smile still on his lips, he reciprocated your gaze with more patience than you probably deserved.

Instinctively, you looked over your shoulder, finding the Deputy’s companion waiting in the car, playing with his phone. From the distance, he appeared completely unbothered by the world around him.

“Miss?”

You head snapped back to Deputy Parrish, not missing his slightly amused tone or the change in addressing. One corner of his lips lifted, you noticed he was slightly leaned forward to you. If you had even a little bit higher opinion of yourself, you’d say he was flirting. And he was on the job – a job he clearly took very seriously. Definitely not flirting. Right?

“But you-- he… really?”

“Yes.”

Well. That actually sounded great. Lord knew you were already spectacularly late. You’d take your chance – as surreal as this whole encounter had been so far; you might as well make the most of it. Especially with a willing and maybe flirty eye-candy like Deputy Parrish.

Leaning onto the frame of the window, you gazed up at the man, eyes narrowing in playful suspicion.

“Is this a trick? Are you actually arresting me? I mean… surely you have better things to do than help a teacher with a dead GPS find her way...?”

His gaze flickered to the console to your phone and the excuse of a charger, the root of all trouble – trouble you were barely worried about momentarily, since he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“I promise we’re not arresting you. The school’s less than ten minutes away. It’s no trouble, really,” he said, shrugging it off.

The choice was easy then – with one little detail.

“Thank you… but you will not turn on the siren, right? And the flashing lights?” you pleaded, only half-joking. He quirked one corner of his lips. “‘Cause I would never get away with telling the class to be quiet if I make that much noise just arriving at school for the first time.”

You were well-aware it was past midday – but you’d swear that when the man laughed, because of something you said with an intention to make him laugh, the sun only had just finally come out. It was a blinding sight; and your smile widened of its own volition at the joyful sound.

“I will not turn on the lights nor the siren and I’ll stop a few streets over so you don’t make a spectacle on your first day,” he promised, still chuckling, so absurdly sunshine-like you truly were tempted to put your sunglasses on. And maybe a facial mask to hide just how hot your face felt under his appreciative gaze.

“Bless you, Deputy.”

“Hey, it’s protect and serve, right?” he echoed your earlier words, grinning.

For some inexplicable reason, the best reaction you came up as he was turning to leave was to mimic a salute.

You groaned in embarrassment as soon as you believed him to be out of earshot and sight – but still, you were sensible enough to check the side mirror to catch a glimpse of him leaving.

You were not disappointed. The sleeves were not the only part of his attire that was a little snug. Bless the Deputy, indeed.

As you eventually pulled up at the school parking lot, the police car disappearing in the distance, you found yourself still smiling wide despite regretting some of your choices; the memory of the attractive Deputy fresh in your mind, you couldn’t help but feeling an imprint on your heart too, his wholesome persona and contagious smile leaving you giddy and ready to face your fresh start.

Even if you were a little late for it.

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Hope

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Words: 865

Written: October 13th, 2022

Posted: October 13th, 2022

Warning: N/A

Authors Note: please enjoy this piece I wrote, while having a bad insomnia episode.

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As you walked through the forrest, it was nearly silent. The only sound being the soft crunch of almost crisp leaves, being crushed under your foot. The birds had fled south in preparation for Winter, all the white, the wind barely wanting to whoosh around. There was a nippily, chill looming around, not yet committing to staying around just yet. Similarly, a new threat to Beacon Hills, was looming in the same way. Not yet wanting to show its face, yet still letting the supernatural creatures know, it could come at any moment. When they least expect it. 

A nervous sigh passed through your lips. With all the things that have been going on, it was hard to concentrate on any type of positive thought. Your mind had been whirling around as if if were a hurricane of thoughts and opinions. It wasn’t until the hair on the back of your neck stood at attention, that the possibility of not being out in the woods alone crossed your mind. Your body began shaking gently, almost as if vibrating like an alarm, warning, warning, danger approaching. 

Flexing your hands, you prepared for a small fight for life. Luckily, you had been practicing combat with the pack, all the guys wanting to make sure you would be able to protect yourself, regardless if they were there or not. Aside from their determination, you were driven by your own determination, one that drove you to not need to depend on anyone else to save you, but yourself.

As the unknown assailent came closer and closer, the more your body went into fight or flight. The thought of fleeing quickly passing through your mind, before shaking the thought from your head, realizing it was too late. Letting out a low, warning, growl, you began surveying your surroundings. It wasn’t until the soft crunching stopped, that you had the thought to quickly turn around.

It was in that moment, you were face to face with perpetrator. Growling, you swiftly lifted your hand and attempted to scratch them. Your movements coming with your eyes squeezed shut in fear. The being, caught your wrist, yanking you closer to them before turning you and pinning your back to their chest as they tightened their arms around yours.

“You know,” A familiar, safe voice rang through your ears. A whimper of relief passed through your lips as you visibly relaxed into the hold. “Your attacks would, probably be more successful, if you kept your eyes open.” The tip of their lips gently traced along the shell of your ear, earning an involuntary shiver to wreck through your body, as the hair on the back of your neck returned.

“Jordan!” You whisper yelled, voice filled with faux anger. “I could’ve really hurt you!” You gave a gentle, teasing, slap to his available hand.

The vibrations of his gentle laughter, wrecked through to your chest, overwhelming you with a warm and safe aura. 

“Stop laughing!” You began giggling along with him. Neither of you had moved from your previous position of your back against his front.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He gently blew hot air in your ear. “I couldn’t help it.” He gave you a playful squeeze.

Frowning, you knew this meant he would be pulling away. Since moving to Beacon Hills, Jordan was basically attached at your hip. Neither of you knowing what to do about the lingering, unsaid, feelings and tension that surrounded you both. 

The sound of his chuckles, brought you warmth, and comfort. All the while butterflies erupted in your stomach. “It seems you need to practice your fighting abilities more.” He gave you a toothy grin, as he spun you around, leaving his hands gently on your hips. 

Groaning, you crossed your arms along your chest, giving him a small pout as you rolled your eyes. “Come on, jordy.” You whined. “Just admit how good I’ve gotten since I’ve started training!”

Continuing his grin, he gave your hips a playful squeeze. “If I did..” His voice trailed off, leaving a hint of melancholy in the air. “Then I wouldn’t be able to spend as much time with you..” He stated as if the most obvious thing in the world.

Letting out a soft gasp, you dropped your arms down in surprise. “What…What are you saying?” You gulped. Searching Jordan’s eyes, you were hopeful. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was ready to say something, only to be interrupted by another member of the pack.

“Y/N?” “Jordan?” Called a familiar voice. “You guys out here?” 

As the voice became louder, so did the owner of the voice. Naturally, it would be Stiles to ruin the one moment, Jordan was about to admit something to you. Letting out a heavy sigh, you shook your head, removing yourself from him. 

“We should-“ Both you and Jordan spoke at the same time. 

A smirk made it’s way back to your lips, quickly replacing the frown that was upon your lips. Turning towards Stiles, you both made your way back to the pack. While walking back, Jordan’s hand brushed against yours, leaving you with one word to sum up your feelings. Hope.

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[quigonswife8]

Teen wolf characters: they save you/help you

Includes: Peter, Jordan, and Chris

Warnings: swearing, blood, death

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Peter:

"No."

Peter can hear your heart-beat begin to slow- your breath shuddering, and the blood...there's so much blood.

"(y/n).", and, for once, the man is at a loss of words. Trudging- limping- towards you, he makes his place next to you. Hands moving to press down on your stomach- the blood coating his hands.

"Peter?"

but you're so weak. Unable to keep your eyes open long- only glimpses of Peter in your vision.

"...it's me sweetheart. I'm here."

Hunters. They're the reason for this. They'd been after Peter, when you'd been there. With no hesitation one of them shot you before Peter could even stop them; he'd been forced to watch you get shot.

"It will be okay..."

Through half-lucidity you place a hand on the left side of his face. Smile growing on your lips;

"...I know it will be, because you're here."

In another situation he would find this adorable, but right now, it only emphasizes more the urgency of the situation. He needs to heal you, and quick.

Looking back at you with kind eyes- only you're ever witness to- Peter sucks in a deep breath, letting the healing begin.

Through this whole process you are fighting back the urge to fall asleep 'cause if you do you'll probably die. No you are able to force yourself to stay awake until he's finished healing you.

When the healing is over Peter feels light-headed, but apart from that, he's okay. He pulls his hand away, and glances down at you.

"...see..."

Then, he stands with his arms already wrapped around you holding you close.

"...you're alright..."

He glances down at you just in time to see you drift off. Relaxed- in no pain- but fine. You're okay. He lets go of the breath he'd been holding.

Pressing a soft kiss to your head Peter falls into a step, heading off to find the others.

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Jordan

You hadn't seen it, but now as Jordan is unaware of the debacle you have yourself in, you're forced to stand there.

Bear trap. It had been hidden so well that no one, not even your werewolf friends, would have been able to notice it.

"Jordan...?"

Heart racing at what feels like a million miles an hour; but you force yourself to remain strong. Jordan stops, and turns, his eyes soon falling on your panicked face.

The deputy tilts his head, confused.

"Everything alright (y/n)?"

Sighing- shakily- you look down.

"Not really, no..."

Jordan follows your eyes- they fall on that device- and then his heart stops.

"Shit..."

Tucking away his gun, he slowly approaches. Bringing himself into a kneeling position to search for the instructions; different trap, different instructions. he has dealt with this before- last time things went...differently.

"Okay..."

So while he finds the instructions and reads over them you have to stop yourself from freaking the hell out. You trust Jordan- of course you do- but anyone with their foot stuck in a trap would feel this way. And with your heart racing as fast as it is you swear you'll die of a heart attack instead.

"Okay..."

He looks up at you- the fear on his face, evident.

"...okay when I tell you jump out of the trap and I'll grab you."

"Okay..." with a small nod, you force a smile on. "Okay Jordan. I trust you."

The deputy nods, his eyes flicking back to that lever. Jordan nods to himself, brngs his hand to the levers, and then turns it.

"Now!"

You jump out of it, like he’d said to, and Jordan grabs you. *bang* the trap goes off mere seconds later. You're fine, though- no broken leg.

"Thank god..."

A weight lifting off both of your shoulders; you practically lose strength in your legs Jordan being the only one keeping you upright.

"Thank you Jordan..."

He nods, not letting you go.

"You're welcome."

-

Chris:

The moon looms above, providing you with light, while you trudge through the woods.

Chris is behind you, one hand on his gun, while the other rests by his side.

"...how long now?"

With your own weapon out and ready for if anything were to happen, you're soon joined by Chris. Who looks ahead, but also glances at you from time to time.

"A few more minutes."

Hunters, as always, have been causing some trouble for the pack. You and Chris had decided to go and scope things out, see how many of these hunters there are.

"...you sure you want to stay?"

"I'm sure."

You soon fall into a silence, some glances spared between eachother every so often. Sure you'd rather be spending your friday night doing anything other than this, but at least when you've dealt with these hunters, you can ensure the safety of the others.

They may be supernatural's but you and Chris are still the adults [Derek having left a few weeks prior], and their safety is your top priority.

Picking up speed a little you realize you're unaware of the eyes from nearby. A hunter has caught wind of your little 'scoping out mission' and has been following for the past couple minutes. His aim is on you, and then he'll be able to 'take out Chris' next. In this hunter's words 'he's smarter'

Chris says something, earning a quiet laugh from you. Nudging him gently you flick your eyes to the path ahead, again; the hunter gets closer, smirk on his lips, and when he's sure he has a lock on you, he brings his hand over the trigger.

5: he counts down in his head

4: he notes that smile on your lips. It will be gone soon.

3: a small click sounds as he quickly loads in another bullet

2: "You're dead."

1.

*bang*

Gunshot ringing out through the woods. Gun dropping to the ground, the body joining the gun.

Silence...

a breath is let out, and then quick footsteps over to the body. Chris looks at the body...and then he turns to you. You stare at Chris with wide eyes, shock covering your face.

"What..."

"He was going to shoot you."

Chris closes the distance between you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Letting out another breath you'd been holding you place a hand on top of Chris’s shock still on your features, but also relief.

"Thank you."

He hides his fear, that he had nearly missed that Hunter. Chris nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You're welcome."

The two of you soon continue on, but you notice Chris become more protective.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Don't Think Just Listen

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: okay let's see sub!Jordan & Dom!Reader (what else is new with me lmao) pet names & honorifics (puppy & mistress) shibari/bondage, slight edging, unprotected sex (BE SAFE YALL), creampie, face sitting, oral (f & m receiving) I think I missed something but who knows

Genre: fluff & Smut

Summary: you've got some plans for your sweet deputy boyfriend when he gets off of work

***

As you stroll into the local police station you wave at the different officers you've met a dozen times while visiting your boyfriend. You're here often enough that even the sheriff can tell when you're around well before he sees you. Your boyfriend is at his desk but so focused on his work that he doesn't notice you until you plop a lunchbox on his desk and settle into the seat across from him.

"Hey! I didn't know you'd be stopping by today." He smiles leaning over to kiss your cheek.

"Well you forgot your lunch. Can't very well let you starve now can I?" You smile.

"Oh- I didn't think you'd notice."

"Did you leave it on purpose?"

"No! I only realized it once I got here. Sorry." He mutters.

"Well, you're lucky I was headed back to mine anyway or you'd be left to your own devices." You chuckle.

"You're not going back to my house from here?"

"No sweetie I have some work to take care of. But when your shift is over I want you to come to mine instead of going home."

"Right away?"

"What time are you off today?"

"6 o'clock."

"Yes, right away."

"O-okay. Will do."

"Good. Enjoy your lunch. You'll need the energy." You wink at him.

"I will?"

"Absolutely." You nod walking out of the building. You smile to yourself as you leave, knowing he'll be thinking about what you've implied for the rest of his shift.

Back at your place, you do actually have a lot to do before Jordan comes over and you feel pretty accomplished by the time he knocks on your door around 6:20.

"Hey!" Jordan says as he walks in.

"Hey. How was work?" You ask as he walks over and kisses you on the cheek.

"Slow. I was mostly doing paperwork all day." He groans.

"Must be nice to have a quiet day in Beacon Hills for once." You hum climbing onto his lap and straddling him.

"It's a bit like waiting for the other shoe to drop actually. I kept thinking 'what's brewing that makes things so chill right now'. The last couple of days have been way too for Beacon Hills. This level of stillness can only mean hell is on its way to our doorstep and I-" You listen to his concerns intently, your fingers running through his hair.

"You what?" You blink at him.

"I lost my train of thought." He closes his eyes and sighs, your hand in his hair distractingly enjoyable.

"That quickly?" You giggle.

"You know damn well what it does to me when you do this."

"Think you can ignore that other shoe you're waiting on for a few hours?" You ask sweetly, littering his face and throat with kisses.

"I- I can't think if you're doing that." He stutters, his head rolling back.

"I don't need you to think beloved. Quite the opposite. I just need you to tell me you'll surrender." You grab his chin gently and pull his gaze back towards you. "Will you surrender for me, darling?" You ask.

"Anything. I'll do anything you ask." Jordan breathes out his eyes shining with the truth of his words.

"Pretty boy." You hum and chuckle, climbing out of his lap. "Come. I have some surprises for you my love." You say walking out of the living room. You hear Jordan scramble off of the couch to follow behind you. In your bedroom, you pull out a couple of things you plan to use for the evening, the first of which is some blue rope. You saw the color and thought it would look just perfect against his skin, especially when it starts to flush red while you play. "Strip, and then raise your arms for me my love." You say. You watch as he undoes his uniform and shrugs it off quickly. Part of you wants to chuckle at the way he pulls at the garments as if he can't get them off soon enough. When he's naked he raises his arms with a deep breath and you take a moment just to admire his toned muscles and smooth skin. You trace your fingers lightly across his skin first, smiling to yourself when he shivers under your touch, then you do the same with a section of the rope and watch his muscles tense in anticipation. You start around his neck, creating a pretty collar around his neck in blue. You make diamonds across his torso, wrapping the rope around each of his thighs, looping it in crisscrosses up his back, and finally circling it around his arms to suspend them above his head.

"Lay down." You tell him and though he struggles a bit to move in the bindings, he eventually manages to climb onto the bed. With the last of the rope, you secure him to your headboard and then step back to look over him. "Even prettier than I imagined." You hum taking a seat next to him. Grabbing his chin, you angle his head to kiss him roughly. Jordan has no trouble matching the intensity but the kiss is over as quickly as it started, your lips traversing the exposed skin between the ropes webbing across his body. You litter his chest with kisses and hickeys as he tries not to squirm, though the longer you tease, the more his control slips. By the time your kisses have made it to the tapered V at his hips your dear boyfriend is all harsh breaths and barely suppressed grunts. You spend a while there, kissing and nipping at the taut muscle because it's so close yet so far from where you know he wants your attention.

"Please." Jordan groans, his voice so strained you'd think he's been tied up for hours.

"What is it Jordan?" You mutter against his skin.

"I- I need your mouth on me- please." He says.

"My mouth is on you my love." You place another kiss on his hip to emphasize your point.

"No, I mean- come on baby, are you- going to make me beg?"

"Now you're catching on. Go on Jordan, please what?" You sit up and caress his cheek softly but with enough pressure to keep his gaze on you. Your other hand traces his skin along the edges of the ropes.

"I really- need- I need you to- I'm so hard it hurts y/n, please just- please put me out of my misery."

"But you sound so cute." You pout at him. "And you still haven't actually said what it is you want from me." You add with a shrug. Jordan's cheeks are flaming red over his request as your fingers dance across his body.

"Please. Please I- I want you to blow me- please."

"Do you now?" You smirk trailing up his length with a ghostly finger.

"Yes! So badly y/n, p-please?" Your gentle touch only winds him tighter. You dip and allow your tongue to drag across the head. Jordan jolts against his restraints, hissing at the teasing feel of your tongue.

"How badly?" You ask looking up at him.

"So so badly- mistress, I can't- please I'll do anything."

"Careful with those kinds of promises sweetness." You chuckle before letting your lips finally wrap around his dick. He draws in a shaky breath as you swallow him down and the moment you start to move he's a cacophony of grunts and whines and groans and expletives. You relish in the sounds he makes as you suck him off. When his muscles begin to tighten up beneath your hands you slow to a stop.

"Fuck." He grits out when you pull off of him.

"Not yet." You soothe. "Now since you're hands are currently- out of commission you'll have to rely on your mouth alone for this bit." You say as you stand up.

"W-what bit?" Jordan blinks at you.

"I'm going to ride you of course puppy. But before I can do that, you're going to warm me up." You shimmy out of your shorts and swing your leg over Jordan. "I expect you to do well if you want to cum tonight darling." You tell him.

"Yes mistress." He nods. You shuffle up until you're hovering over his mouth and lower yourself onto his waiting tongue. He's voracious immediately lapping at your center like a man starved and you reward each pleasurable move of his tongue with a sweet moan. He loves the way you sound and it only fuels him to go harder as he pulls out all your favorite tricks, hoping to make you cum fast and hard. It doesn't take long for that knot in your abdomen to form and tighten as you grind against his mouth. When Jordan wraps his lips around your clit and sucks at the bundle of nerves you bury a hand in his hair and tug at the strands, a sign that he knows means you're close. He keeps at it until you jerk against him, your release coating his tongue with a drawn-out moan from you. He keeps licking at your core until you raise your hips well after the waves of your orgasm have died down.

"Working hard for your prize I see." You hum.

"Anything to please you." Jordan says, his voice hoarse and eyes blown wide.

"Aw my pretty boy. So well behaved for me." You kiss him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pull away, Jordan's mouth chases yours, an action that makes you want to coo at your boyfriend. You adjust yourself on top of him so you're hovering over his waiting dick.

"Please, mistress." Jordan whispers. You smile slightly when he groans as you finally sink down onto his length. He fills you so nicely you can't help but moan when you're fully seated.

"So full." You hum. You brace yourself with your hands on Jordan's shoulders and start moving, bouncing your hips, eagerly riding him.

"Fucking hell." He grunts. You catch his hands twitching in their restraints and you know he's dying to touch you, he always wants to touch you. Your nails dig into his shoulder as you rock against him, you'd drag them across his chest if not for the ropes covering parts of it. Still, it's satisfying to see his skin flush red against the ropes as he writhes under you. To the best of his ability, he jerks his hips against yours as you drop down over and over again and the sounds from both of you create a symphony that bounces off of your bedroom walls.

"Y/n I- I'm close. Fuck I need to- please let me- God." Jordan's head falls back as he struggles to finish a thought.

"Come on puppy, you've gotta tell me what it is you need if you expect to get it." You say with a faux sweetness in your voice that makes him groan louder.

"I need to- I need to cum, ple-please y/n. You have to- please let me cum." Jordan pants out. You lift one hand into his hair and tug harshly enough that his eyes shoot open, now forced to look directly at you.

"Ask again and don't take your eyes off of me." You tell him sharply. Jordan all but whines at the command, his eyes barely focused.

"Please can I cum? I need to so badly." He breathes out.

"That's better." You hum. "You've been good and I promised a reward if you did well. Go ahead and cum for me my hellhound."

"Thank you." Jordan groans deeply as his orgasm hits because he's sure he wouldn't have been able to hold off if you had said no. His eyes roll back as white-hot proof of his release paints your walls. You ride him through his orgasm chasing your own release.

"You're close, aren't you? Please say you're close- I wanna see it, want you to cover me in your cum. Please y/n." Jordan coaxes you over the edge with his breathy words and it doesn't take long for your orgasm to wash over you. When the aftershocks have subsided, you force yourself up first to clean him off then to untie the intricate ropes covering his frame. As soon as he's untied he pulls you on top of him and wraps his arms securely around you.

"You know, I wasn't done with the after process Jordan." You chuckle against his chest.

"Whatever it is, isn't important. I just want to hold you know."

"I guarantee you'll think it's important when these lines in your skin feel raw come morning." You muse. You were just going to rub some balm over where the ropes were to minimize the after affects.

"Nah. I wanna feel it and be reminded of tonight." He kisses your forehead.

"That is- kind of adorable? In a kinky way I guess." You say placing a kiss of your own on his chest since you can't reach his forehead from where he's got you cuddled. "Thoughts? Feelings? Feedback?" You ask, tracing some of the lines.

"You're really good at this stuff. No notes. Although- there are some other things I'd like to try- if you're open to it."

"Always baby." You say. Although you really have no idea what he's signing you up for so you should maybe be more careful with that kind of promise.

***

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my Favorite Jordan Parrish Fanfictions 🔥

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲    Funny : 😂    Void!Stiles : 💜

If you like these characters don't hesitate to check the new arrivals, I update every day according to my readings.

Jordan Parrish 🔥 :

Dating Him Would Includes 🌺

Secret Relationship 🌺

Hellhounds And SuperSoldiers ( 1 - 2 - 3 ) 🌺

Returning To Beacon Hills After Running Away 🌺

Truth Or Dare 🌺

Pick Me 🌺

Please Tell Me You Did That For Dramatic Effect 🌺

Her Father’s Deputy 🌺

Halloween Patrol 🌺

Being Stiles’ Older Sister And Secretly Dating Him 🌺

Full Moon 🌺

When He Flirts With You 🌺

When He Surprises You 🌺

Stay With Me 🌺

Candy Cane Brides 🌺

Who He Is Jealous Of 🌺

Cuddling Scale 🌺

You Hit On Him 🌺

First Impression Of You 🌺

Sharing A Bed For The First Time 🌺

When He Is Jealous Of Your Friendship With Derek 🔥

Concealed 🔥

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Birthday Sex 🔥

When You Date Him 🔥

Play With Fire 🔥

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[ilovewriting06]

Requests Are Open

I'm accepting requests for all male characters off Teen Wolf. Stiles owns my heart and soul so he's my favorite to write for (although I haven't posted any of the fics I've written yet, but it's coming) but I'll write for any male character off the show. I do write NSFW, not an expert at it but I do write it.

Let me know if you have any requests/ideas!!

Stay safe and have a good day/night/evening! <3

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