#nurse peter my pussy hurts

[saltygilmores]

How hot was Milo as a nurse on Heroes 🥵 (for like, two episodes).

#milo ventimiglia #nurse peter my pussy hurts #please take a look #lol im bad #peter petrelli #also when he was an EMT

[honeybadgerwritings]

Don’t Worry Your Pretty Little Head

Pairing: Peter Ballard x Afab Fem! Reader - 001 x Afab Fem! Reader

Requested: request for smut prompts 8 28 29 33 with Peter Ballard or Jamie, whichever you think is more fitting! i love ur writing <3 hope ur doing well

Summary: An exhausted, overworked reader is forced to stay on shift over night. Can Peter convince her to take a break?

Warnings: Smut, Finger Sucking, Fingering, Oral (Fem Recieving), Impact Play (Pussy Spanking), Extreme Overstimulation, Dumbification, Praise Kink (LMK if I missed anything.)

A/N: I feel like a whore... that’s all

Prompts:

8. “Suck on my fingers baby.”

28. “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

29. “Your thighs are shaking so much.”

33. “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.”

⚠️ This fic is 18+ so minors DNI ⚠️

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You aren’t supposed to be here.

You’re supposed to be at home on your couch, eating a microwaved TV dinner and watching sitcom reruns on your old, barely working television, much like you normally do after your shifts are over. But no. You’re stuck at your shitty job overnight.

Because your boss physically will not let you leave.

If you didn’t work for a top secret government facility, you would definitely be concerned about the legalities of this situation. However, because you do, you have to deal with these types of things no questions asked. Hawkins National Laboratory is not a place anyone should cross, or they might end up six feet underground with nobody looking for them.

There had been a fight earlier in the day involving two of the children, which meant quite a bit of paper work needed to be done. Normally it would be split up between the two nurses who were on duty at the time, because otherwise it would take way too long to complete.

But unfortunately for you, your secondary nurse came up with some stupid excuse to leave early, complaining of an upset stomach and nausea. Funnily enough, at lunch she’d been talking about going out with friends tonight and “getting wasted.”

You could see right through her lies, but much to your dismay, Dr. Martin Brenner could not. For someone who claims to be so intelligent, he can be real thick in the head sometimes.

He had sent the other nurse home with a wave of his hand, before turning to you with an annoyed, “You are not to leave this building until that paperwork is complete. Am I understood?”

You opened your mouth to tell him that was unattainable for you, but your office door was shut in your face before you could even make a sound.

That was five hours ago, and everyone else had since gone home, give or take a couple night guards and the overnight orderly. After hours, the level of staff significantly dwindles down to just those who are here for security purposes.

So here you are, typing away on your computer, mindlessly entering file after file into the system. Your eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long, your fingers ache from the never ending typing and writing you’ve been doing, and your brain is absolutely fried.

You had hoped you could get it all done in time to leave and get at least a few hours of sleep, but that was proving to be impossible. You just want take a break from all this thinking and go home. Home to your warm, comfy bed.

You can’t help but close your eyes, longing to be wrapped up in your cozy sheets with nothing else in the world to worry about. Your head resting on the cold side of your pillow as the fireplace crackles next to you. You don’t even realize your fingers have remained pressed down on the keyboard until a hand gently clasps your shoulder.

“I may not be an expert darling, but I don’t think this is quite the information they’re looking for.”

Your eyes shoot open and you jump slightly at the sound of the voice. You glance over your shoulder to see your friend Peter in all his glory, staring down at you in nothing but amusement. You can’t help but stare back, eyes tracing his every - perfectly sculpted - feature. It’s almost unfair to you how beautiful he is; some days you even find yourself feeling jealous. The rest of the time though, you’re swooning.

As cheesy as it may sound, it’s the truth. It might be the way he speaks to with such tenderness, or maybe the way he gently touches you; one of his hands always placed on the small of your back, on your shoulder, or sometimes even in your hair when he feels like playing with it. Your favorite though?

Anytime you’re even a little nervous, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand into his. It makes you flustered every time without fail, though he finds it endearing.

He always makes the same face when he’s amused with you too, a smirk resting on his lips and his eyes lighting up while he teases you about your bright pink cheeks. Much like the same face he’s making at you right now.

Oh, wait.

“Sorry, what’d you say?”

His smirk grows, and he huffs out a small laugh. One of his hands moves to brush the hair from your face, while the other reaches over, gently pulling your finger from where it had been pressing down on one of the keys.

Your brows furrow as you turn back towards your computer, seeing the screen filled with nothing but the letter “P.” You can’t help but groan, dropping your head into your crossed arms. Peter chuckles, sitting down on the table next to the computer, watching your utter misery.

“I thought you only work day shift.” You say, muffled.

“I don’t know where you got that idea from. I work plenty of night shifts.” You can’t help but raise your head, staring at him, dumbfounded. “How the fuck do you do it? This is hell.”

He huffs out a sigh, his amusement now being mixed with pity as he studies your features. You look exhausted. Hair that was once neatly tucked away into your bun has now fallen messily, and your eyes have formed dark circles under them, only highlighting how tired you must be.

“I heard what happened. Brenner told me to ‘key an eye on you’ in fact.”

Your face falls into one of disbelief, “You’re kidding.” He shakes his head, and you roll your eyes, repeatedly pressing the backspace button on the keyboard, “This is so stupid. It’s already almost midnight, and I’m only halfway through this stuff. My mind is fried Peter. It hurts to think.”

He watches you for another moment as you type away maniacally, entering the correct information into the system this time.

“You know…” he reaches over, placing one of his hands gently over yours, causing you to look at him, “It doesn’t hurt to take a break once in a while.”

You think about it for a second, and only a second, before shaking your head and continuing to type, “I can’t, I have to get this done. I want to actually get some sleep tonight.”

He frowns, but doesn’t say anything else as he leans back to watch you work.

You continue typing for another few minutes, completely zoning out as you enter in file after file. You expect Peter to leave you to your devices, but he does just the opposite. He stays right where he is, eyes focused on you. Normally you don’t mind comfortable silences, they’re usually pretty peaceful, but this is anything but that.

At some point, it becomes harder to focus on the work before you. You become hyper aware of how his eyes burn through you, and can practically feel them watching your every move, raking up and down your body.

You chew on your lip in an attempt to ignore him and keep working. And if you just so happen to be pressing your thighs together, you can only hope that he doesn’t take notice.

Except he does.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” He asks, a teasing edge in his tone. You try to ignore him but he stands to face you, and you bite your lip even harder.

Finally, you look up at him, your eyes meeting his devilishly blue ones. He’s still got that stupid smirk on that stupidly handsome face with his stupidly perfect hair and-

Goddammit.

“Stop it.”

He raises an eyebrow, playing dumb, “Stop what?” He knows exactly what he’s doing.

You huff and shake your head, eyes rolling as you turn back towards the computer, “You know what.”

He hums, pausing for a moment before he leans down, lips inches from your ear, “Why?” He whispers, and dear god you’re about to collapse in this god forsaken desk chair, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

Your breath hitches, and your eyes pinch shut. You can’t help but dig your fingernails into your palms in an effort to ground yourself. If only you could get it together, because this really isn’t the best time or place for this to be happening to you. You find yourself rubbing your thighs together again, not even caring if he notices this time.

You try to say his name in an attempt to be firm with him, to warn him to stop.

“Peter…”

You fucking whimper it.

He wastes no time, spinning the desk chair so you’re facing him. He places his hands on both armrests as he leans over you, effectively trapping you in.

“Oh sweetheart…” He cooes at you, head tilting in mock sympathy, and you can feel your resolve slipping away, “Why don’t we take a little break hm?”

You turn your head back towards the computer for a moment, that tiny little part of you fighting so hard to stay focused, “I…I don’t-”

He gently grips your chin, tilting your head back to face him, and god, if you aren’t the prettiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Your pupils are so unbelievably dilated, your cheeks are flushed a deep shade of red, and your bottom lip is plump from your consistent biting.

With the way your hair messily falls into your face and your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, he wants nothing more than to spread you out on a table, and have his way with you until you’re a trembling mess beneath him. He trails his hand up slightly to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your brow bone.

“I bet that brain of yours is so tired isn’t it? All those thoughts running through your head- they’re just too much for you to handle aren’t they?”

Your legs are trembling and your head is spinning. The way he’s speaking is so new to you, but it has you ready to drop to your knees in front of him. He’s not too far off either; you’re so tired and your brain hurts. You need a break. You need-

“You need someone to make them all go away don’t you?”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You inhale sharply, his words going straight to your core. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to pry a response from your muddled thoughts, slightly resembling a fish out of water. You give up eventually, opting to let out a desperate whine instead. You can’t decide what’s more distracting- the ache between your legs or the way his hand cradles your face.

His thumb moves to trace over your bottom lip, while a mocking pout settles on his own, “Poor thing, so tired and dumb that she can’t even form a proper sentence.”

He’s right, he’s so unbelievably right. Which is why you don’t even realize that you’ve wrapped your lips around his thumb and are gently sucking on it. His eyes are filled with pure hunger as he watches you with parted lips of his own.

He gently pulls his thumb out from between your lips, not even giving you a chance to whine before replacing it with both his middle and pointer finger. You continue to look up at him, mindlessly sucking on both digits and letting yourself feel utterly blissful.

“That’s it,” he praises, “suck on my fingers baby.”

You hum in response, closing your eyes as you circle your tongue around them, hollowing out your cheeks. He lets you have your fun for another moment or two, mesmerized by the way you’ve become an absolute mess for him, before slipping his fingers out from your mouth and admiring how the drool slips down your chin.

You whine pathetically as he does so, and he cooes in response, “Shhh, c’mon pretty girl.” He takes your hand, helping you stand from your chair and guiding you over to one of the nursing cots. As he sets you down, he tries to pull away for a moment, but you don’t let him. You grip the front of his crisp white shirt between your fingers and pull him towards you, clashing your lips against his.

He huffs out a laugh against your lips, mumbling, “greedy little thing,” in between kisses. And he’s right, you are greedy, and aching, and desperate to feel him, and only him. You’re entire body is filled to the brim with nothing but desire.

Peter climbs onto the cot, hovering over you as his lips slowly make their way down your jawline, your neck, and your chest. He leaves nothing but endless hickeys in his wake as you come completely undone beneath him. He fumbles with the buttons of your shirt and the clasp of your bra, prying them both off of you, one after the other.

If you had been told five hours ago that you would be here by the end of the night, you would’ve laughed and slammed the door in that person’s face. But yet, here you are, brainless, desperate, and completely at the mercy of Peter, while his lips explore every visible inch of skin on your body.

He practically drools as the sight of your breasts, fondling them in his hands. You can’t help but moan when he attaches his lips to one of your nipples, suckling on it gently while he pinches the other one. He switches back and forth, both for his and your own pleasure. His eyes flick up to your face, watching you writhe in desperation underneath him. His cock is so painfully hard in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries right now, only wanting to hear your pretty little moans as he makes you feel good.

“That’s it darling. Don’t think, just feel. I’ll make it all feel better.”

His lips continue their attack on your skin, making their way down your tummy and to the hem of your skirt. He gently pushes your legs up, and his hands are quick to slide the bottom of the skirt up to your waist, revealing your baby pink panties.

“Oh baby…” He moans at the sight, watching as your hole pulses and flutters underneath the soaked, translucent fabric. His eyes flick up to your face once more, seeing just how fucked out you look, without him even touching you yet, “Look at how messy you are.”

He’s honestly half a second away from devouring your perfect little cunt before your sweet voice fills his ears, pausing his movements entirely.

“P-Peter…” you stutter, nervously. It might be the only word you can physically form right now, but that isn’t stopping you from expressing concern.

You aren’t a virgin, but this type of situation is new to you. Your mind has never been so clouded. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because, god does it feel good, you just haven’t experienced such vulnerability before. So you can’t help the way your hands tremble while his face is inches from your exposed pussy.

It takes no more than two seconds for his hand to reach up and grasp yours, squeezing reassuringly, “I got you. I’m right here.” he soothes, and you release a slow breath. He never fails to calm your nerves.

“That’s it,” he smiles, feeling your hand slowly stop trembling in his grasp, “Just relax for me sweet girl, I’ll make you feel good.” You squeeze his hand in return and he can’t help but place a gentle kiss to your inner thigh,

“If you want me to stop at any point, I will. Just say the word. Do you understand?” You nod dumbly in response, only to yelp as his other hand comes down hard against your cunt, spanking it.

“I need you to use your words for this one darling,” he chides, cupping his hand over your drooling cunt in an effort to soothe the pain, “C’mon, you can do it.”

It takes you longer that you care to admit, and you struggle for a moment or two, desperately trying to form enough words in your head for a valid response. Your chest heaves as another pathetic whimper escapes your lips, prompting another slap to your core.

Your whole body jerks this time, forcing out a desperate cry of, “Y-Yes s-sir!”

And if he wasn’t salivating at the mouth before, he certainly is now. He moans in response, thumb circling your clit over your panties, before sliding them to the side.

“Good fucking girl.”

He leans in and places a sweet kiss to your cunt, as if apologizing for striking it. You shudder at that first contact. It sends a shock through you, hyper sensitive with want. He takes your clit between his lips and sucks very gently. Your head is thrown back immediately as he provides you the relief you’ve been needing.

“O-oh Peter…”

His tongue laps at your clit before flicking it through your folds, and looking up at you through his lashes. He loves how you’re reacting as he borderline makes out with your soaked cunt. Your moans fill the air as you take what he gives you, and Peter can’t be more grateful that the nursing rooms are sound proof, your pretty little noises being for his ears only. He dips his tongue down to your weepy hole, circling it around the entrance to taste you.

“So wet for me,” he mumbles against you. You whimper, hole fluttering at how good he’s making you feel, “You taste like heaven.”

He pulls back to lightly blow on your cunt, his saliva cooling in the air. He chuckles as he watches you twitch, licking another strip over your clit and blowing on it again. You whine and shift underneath him, your hips involuntary bucking. He smirks, shushing you gently, before dipping back in to taste you.

Your back arches off of the bed while he sucks and laps at you, upper body rising and falling violently on the bed. It’s almost like he’s been starved for weeks, and your cunt is the only thing that can satiate his hunger. He savors every taste of you, like he’s never eaten anything more luscious.

You hardly even notice when he pauses to remove your panties entirely, slipping them up your legs and placing them in his back pocket.

His tongue dips inside of you while he circles your nub with his thumb. Your hips buck to meet his face and you can’t help but grind into his tongue, feeling the coil in your lower stomach beginning to tighten. Your desperate little moans and gasps fill the room as his tongue plunges inside you. Your paperwork is long forgotten at this point as your thoughts empty out of your head, being replaced with just…

Peter

A small part of you registers the fact that he’s still holding your hand as he eats you out. He’s bringing you to new heights of pleasure, reducing you to nothing but a sobbing thing beneath him, all while holding your hand to let you know your safe. To let you know he’s taking care of you.

That thought alone has your toes curling, and another pathetic cry leaves your lips.

He can tell you’re getting close, based on the intensity of your moans and the way your muscles begin to pulse. He maneuvers so his mouth is back to suckling on your clit, and one of his fingers is circling your entrance. He eyes you above him, watching your mouth part in utter ecstasy as he slides his middle finger inside of you.

You’re far gone – so far gone.

He hardly gets a chance to relish in how tight your perfect little hole is before you’re pushed over the edge, completely coming undone around him.

Choked out moans and pants fill the air, and you cum so hard around his finger it makes you lurch forward, entire body shaking. "Shh, shh,” he hushes you, "There you go. Good girl.”

He pumps his finger in and out of you, working you through your orgasm. Your body collapses back against the bed as you attempt to catch your breath, but Peter has other plans. He releases his grip on your hand, wasting no time attaching his lips to your clit once again, sucking on it with much more intensity this time.

A surprised whine escapes your lips and your back arches, legs trying to close around his head. You’re too sensitive, but he doesn’t care, arm moving to rest across your hips, holding your thighs apart to keep your legs opened, your cunt bared.

“A-Ah!” You cry out, unable to stop the way your legs are trembling. Your hands quickly find their way into his hair, needing something to desperately cling to. His finger continues to pump in and out of you as he devours your poor little cunt. Tears prick at your eyes from how fucking good it feels.

He teases a second finger at the entrance of your leaking hole, before easily plunging it in beside the first one. The stretch feels amazing, and it’s the first thing you’re able to actually vocalize since before he even started eating your cunt.

“God, fuck- feels so good- feels so fucking good Peter…need more.”

He hums around your clit, the vibrations shooting throughout your whole cunt, and your eyes roll back into your head. You can feel him teasing a third finger against your hole and you grind down into it, needing to feel more of him. He obliges, thrusting it into you along with his other two fingers, stretching you out deliciously around them.

Slowly, the sensitivity of it all begins to burn away as your next orgasm approaches once more. It builds up much quicker than before with the way his fingers fuck you open, bringing you right to the edge.

“Oh- oh fuck I-I’m gonna cum…”

You can’t help but look down at him, watching as he licks and sucks on your clit, moaning into you to let you know just how much he’s enjoying it. He eyes look up to meet yours and god he looks so good like this, hair tousled, eyes wild with desire, and his mouth coated in your slick as he suckles on your clit.

The coil within your stomach snaps as you look at him, and you’re pushed over the edge once again. Your grind your pussy down into him as you ride out the high once more, letting him work you through it.

Your slick drips down his hand as your hole clenches around him, and he pulls away from you, placing gentle kisses up and down your trembling inner thighs as you come back down.

You pant, sweat dripping down your forehead as you lay back, feeling completely blissful and floaty. Peter’s definitely done a good job at emptying your head of any and all thoughts that weren’t of him, because you’re so unbelievably fucked out.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” His voice echoes through your head, as he runs his free hand over them, feeling them tremble from even the slightest touch.

He gives you a few more seconds to rest before a dark chuckles escapes him, and he curls his fingers inside of you deliciously. A strangled gasp fills the air and your whole body twitches when he leans back down, licking a strip from just above your hole, up to your clit. You struggle to form words of protest, already feeling twice as sensitive as last time.

“N-no! Can’t Peter- I can’t!” You sob, tears finally breaking free and rolling down your cheeks.

He lays his head to the side, resting it on your inner thigh. He pulls his fingers out for a moment, using one of them to rim your hole as he looks up at you in mock sympathy.

“Ohhh but I think you can. I think this sweet little pussy of yours can give me one more yeah?” He teases, and you shake your head, squirming, “So that’s what you’re going to give me.” He dives back in, mercilessly attacking your overstimulated cunt.

Thrashing would be the best word to define you right now, hands leaving his hair and finding anchors on the sweat-soaked sheets of the cot beneath you. Your head turns into the nearest pillows in an effort to not sound like you’re being murdered, mascara running and wisps of hair flying and soft laughs that go through your entire soul as Peter watches your struggle. As he enables it.

He returns to those sloppy kisses that let him get a taste of you. Your muscles clench and your hips lift off the bed entirely as his tongue works you out. His lips on your clit and his dispersed praises and those rough licks on your cunt like you’re laid out before him like a meal, which honestly isn’t too far off.

You can’t stop shifting, not with the pain that bubbles in your stomach from your third building orgasm. It’s intense. It’s sensitive. It hurts. You tear at the sheets, then back to his hair, blubbering like an absolute child about it. Your third orgasm approaches so quickly that it’s painful. You’re a sobbing, wild, mess beneath Peter, and he’s absolutely relishing in it.

“P-Peter…” you sob weakly, his name once again being the only word you can piece together in your fucked out little brain. It hurts so bad but it feels so good at the same time, and your senses feel like they’re dialed to 11.

“Shhh,” he places a gentle kiss right above your clit, gently stroking your thigh with the thumb of his free hand, offering you a slight reprieve, “C’mon, you can do it.”

All of a sudden his fingers are pumping into you at an impossibly intense rate, and he’s licking and sucking on your cunt like his life depends on it. Your head is thrown back, and your eyes roll into your head as he walks no, —drags—your orgasm from you with determined fists, leaving nothing in his wake.

You’re seeing hallucinations. You have to be. Colors flying across a canvas of pure white, neon dots and black floaters that have you convinced you may have died and come back to life. Your body- your muscles and sinew and bones and soul shake with the fervor of it. Convulse, really.

Peter sighs as he rises, almost like he’s just had the most refreshing glass of water after hours exercise, yet you feel like the exerted one, twitching from aftershocks and tremors. He slips his fingers from your hole, licking them clean as he admires the aftermath of his attack on your poor cunt.

You’re red, swollen, pulsing, and slickened with sweat and cum and spit. It’s a little beautiful, the way your cum is leaking out of your entrance and onto the sheets. He dips down once more, swiping his tongue against your hole for one final taste of you, and your whole body convulses, a desperate sob ripping from your lips.

“Shhh sweetheart,” he shushes, “No more, I promise. You did so good for me.”

You can hardly even hear him, your mind a thousand miles away. You feel like you’re floating on cloud nine, and your whole body is tingling. Peter climbs up the cot until he’s laying on his side above you, stroking the sweaty hair from your face. You hum in content as his sweet words and praises begin to flood into your ears, bringing you back to the present.

“There she is,” he places a kiss to your hair line, thumb stroking your jaw, “Feeling okay?” You nod still feeling floaty.

“Feels good…” You hum, and he chuckles.

“I’d hope so. It wasn’t too much for you was it?” You shake your head, easing his concern slightly. You pry your eyes open to meet his, smiling at him.

“No. It was perfect Peter, thank you…” you lean up to kiss him again, and he returns it, hand gently cradling your face. The two of you lay back down in the bed, and you rest your head on his chest. His arms find their way around you as he lets you calm down in his arms, the trembling of your body not having fully stopped yet.

It isn’t until you’re half asleep that you remember the paperwork, shooting up and scaring the hell out of Peter. The idea of doing it all, now that you’re even more exhausted, brings you to tears again. But this time, not so happy ones.

“Hey, hey don’t worry about it.” Peter’s arms wrap around your waist, cradling you from behind, “You don’t have to finish the paperwork sweetheart.”

You hiccup, shaking your head, “But Brenner’s gonna be pissed if I don’t and there’s nobody else to get it done because Miranda wanted to go out and get drunk and-”

“Listen to me,” his lips rest up against the shell of your ear, speaking to you like he would the children when they’re scared or upset. He knows that your hypersensitive and floaty state of mind is only adding on to your levels of stress, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about the paperwork. I’m going to get you all cleaned up okay? And I’ll talk with Brenner in the morning, come up with something.”

You turn to look at him, all doe eyed and puzzled, “How do you know he’ll listen to you?”

Peter smiles in return as if he knows something that you don’t, and wipes the tears away before placing a chaste kiss to your cheek, “He always does…I think I’m his favorite,” you roll your eyes, letting the comment go over your head as you grumble about wishing you were the favorite employee. A smirk takes over his face at your blatant naivety.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it baby, now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.” And you oblige, letting him take care of you. He manages find some rags, wetting them and wiping the sweat and tears from your face. He uses another to clean the mess between your legs, gently shushing you when you whine in discomfort. He helps you back into your clothes, aside from your ruined panties, before you both curl up in one of the unused cots for the night.

And the next morning, if any of the other orderlies notice him holding your hand on your way out of your office, well, they don’t say a word.

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Requested by: @hbaramas

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings Kinktober 07, Doing it Doggy Style With Werewolf Peter

WORDS: 1122

Mary Claire smiled as she turned her face up to gaze at the full moon.

“The moon is beautiful tonight,” she hummed as she turned to her husband, who was doing pushups on the floor while wearing only moonlight for clothing.

 “Come sit,” he grunted out the order and Mary Claire obeyed him, perching herself onto his back and letting him use her weight to work out.

 Suddenly, Peter grabbed his wife and flipped them so that she was resting beneath his strong body. She squeaked in confusion as Peter began to kiss and lightly bite her neck, clearly in a frisky mood but not wanting to instigate something that his soulmate didn’t want.

 “Peter…!” Mary Claire gasped as he tore off her shirt, showcasing her milk filled tits. Peter’s eyes grew feral as he latched onto a nipple, working his lips and tongue as he sucked her juices. “FUCK!”

 As she swore and wriggled underneath him, Peter guided her tiny hand to grip onto his cock, giving her nonverbal instructions to work him off. She immediately began to pump him, gasping when his cock grew to it’s terrifying full size.

 “Fuck, sweetheart­-” Peter panted, finishing one tit before moving to the second. Barely a minute later, both husband and wife were cumming, spasming and convulsing as they hit the end of their release. But still, Peter kept on nursing, one hand holding Mary Claire up by the back of her neck, the other hand buried between her thighs, working her towards her second orgasm.

 The second Mary Claire’s tits were empty, Peter drew off, flipping her so that she was now on her hands and knees, before plunging himself inside her still creaming cunt, where he began to pound himself into her.

 “My love- yes, just like that- don’t stop daddy, please don’t stop!” babbled Mary Claire, tears falling from her eyes as her soulmate’s feral love making made her feel weak. He caught onto her and hooked one arm around her middle, his other looping around her neck as he stood her up on her knees, displaying her proud tuff of bright red hair at the cunt and empty tits.

 Mittens wandered over, where the cat began to lick at Mary Claire’s leaking tit. She let out a loud groan as the cat’s sandpapery tongue began to overstimulate her, tossing her head back as Peter began to hit a certain spot inside of her.

 “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Peter barked, pushing the fluffy black and white cat away from their lovemaking. “Fucking shit- Mary Claire-!”

 Husband and wife both came at the exact same moment, Mary Claire letting out a soft scream while Peter tossed his head back and let out a savage howl as his hips continued rutting into her from behind.

 Peter slowed his thrusts down, laying down behind Mary Claire as he gently spooned her, his hands cupping her breasts as their cum leaked out onto the rug beneath them.

 “You alright there, sweetheart?” he hummed as he allowed her to warm his cock inside her tight, velvety folds. He nosed at the mermaid tattoo behind her left ear, practically purring as she snuggled back into him. “I didn’t hurt you, did I now?”

 Mary Claire just let out a soft hum and kept bumping her hips into Peter’s groin, clearly not ready to stop yet. She rolled Peter onto his back and began to ride him gently in reverse cowgirl.

 “Fuck­-” Peter gasped, clamping his hands onto either sides of her womanly hips, his fingers leaving small bruises in her skin.

 “Jesus fucking-” Mary Claire swore as her fourth orgasm of the night barreled down on her, almost knocking her off of Peter as she came around his happily creaming dick. Peter flipped them once more so that he could fucked her in doggy style once more.

 “Fuck, sweetheart-” Peter gasped as he began to piston his hips once more, baring his teeth as he rutted into Mary Claire’s wet cunt, getting a series of wet, squelching sounds out of her as he fucked her hungry pussy.

 Mary Claire let out a strangled yell as she came for the fifth time that night, going limp beneath her husband as he gave chase to his own orgasm.

 “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…” Peter snarled as his cum filled his condom, leaking out the top as it ballooned around him, dripping full with his jizz. He kept on thrusting, determined to finish inside.

 He grunted as his jizz dripped out from the condom, making him yank his cock out, rip off the latex sweater and start to stroke furiously. He threw himself to the ground and wiggled his face in between Mary Claire’s thighs, where he then began to eat her out, growling as he swallowed her release.

 “Don’t stop, don’t stop-!” Mary Claire begged her soulmate as her sixth orgasm raced her to the edge, hurling her off the road and into a sea of bliss. Peter’s jizz shot out of his slit, messying his hand as it drizzled down, getting caught in his tuff of thick, curly gray hair that grew at the base of his cock. “Please my love- don’t stop…!”

 “Come here,” Peter growled, and Mary Claire quickly positioned her still leaking pussy back over Peter’s mouth while she focused on cleaning up her messy husband. She deepthroated him and began to hum the ABC song, knowing that nothing else would make him cum faster.

 Peter moaned as his soulmate released for the seventh time that night, but he didn’t stop as she dropped her juices into his waiting mouth- his sweetheart would use her safe word when she was done fucking for the night.

 Mary Claire hollowed her cheeks as she sucked down all thirteen inches of Peter’s cock once more, holding him in her throat as he came with a little grunt of relief.

 “Sweetheart, I’m going to call blueberry,” Peter groaned, making Mary Claire let go of his glorious cock, letting it flop limply onto his stomach. “Are you alright?”

 Mary Claire only let out a little coo as she laid down next to Peter, closing her eyes as a sudden wave of fatigue swept over her. The last thing she was aware of was Peter’s hand cupping her tit gently as he kisses her softening nipples.

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[moralesmarkers]

i am steter trash so i wrote an au where stiles is a spark that lives in the forest because he killed his dad in an accident back when he was a kid and couldn't control his magic and his moms family was just made up of mages and he is the first one to actually be a born spark with loads of power so she raises him and teaches him everything she knows

and in this au sparks are being hunted and put down like animals so claudia builds a house in the forest with stiles where he can live and study magic on the land of their family and after she dies stiles moves there.

(and yes hes a lot older in this because it makes me antsy to write about eighteen year old stiles and adult peter. sorry. I'm a pussy okay.)

and stiles meets his gang! and scott is a dryad, lydia is a mermaid, jackson and danny are mermen (and jackson and danny are together by the way), i planned allison as a regular human that meets scott on a walk in the woods and falls in love with him later in the story because the hale fire storyline is still happening, and kira is an ancient kitsune who also lives in the forest and is good friends with stiles, and erica, boyd, isaac, liam, theo etc are not there yet but thats cause stiles is pretty alone.

he just minds his own business and takes care of the dryads and meets fairies (who live in the forest) and makes a deal with them that they'll stop screwing around with humans and stay in the forest and he'll protect them and take care of them because sparks are powerful and the fairies appreciate that instead of being afraid of him.

and stiles just does his thing for a couple of years until the fairies go a little bit too far and peter hale, who is stupidly a little too far in the forest on his patrol, gets caught in a storm they cause and gets lost in the woods, and he finds stiles' house and stiles takes him in and gives him dry clothes and then guards him back so peter won't get himself fairy'ed

and then a week passes and stiles is kind of anxious peters family will tell him to fuck off the woods (even though it's stiles' heritage to take care of the forest, the hales just live there) and then: the actual plot

a little apple dryad tells him scott found a dying fairy. this fairy apparently told scott in her dying breath something wolfish killed her, and stiles wrongly thinks peter and his family did that, and he goes to find scott to ask him about it, but scott is just gone. stiles can't find him and gets worried and checks his wards, and when he gets to the wards around the hale property, he meets laura. he asks her if she's seen scott, and she saw him going back into the forest, but stiles still can't find him.

laura leaves and stiles finds the ward to their territory broken, and it stinks like druid, so he figures it was this deaton guy because werewolves aren't sneaky like that.

stiles visits lydia (because he still can't find scott and lydia knows how to calm him down) and finds out jackson and danny saw a monster while making out under the surface of their lake and from then stiles knows that the hales have got nothing to do with this because what lydia describes Is Not a werewolf.

so he gets pissy, and then ultimately is enraged when he finds a dead stag this monster killed, and because he's pissy he visits the hales to tell talia he's rightfully going to kill their emissary for being a bitch and breaking his wards and letting some monster walk his territory.

and talia is all "what the fuck how do i not know you." and stiles is all internally "i see my darling peter kept his promises" and then he's internally like "wait fuck i'm not really in love with this guy am i" and then he's like "oh. OH."

and talia convinces him not to kill deaton because shes awesome and stiles grumpily agrees because... not agreeing would be a dick move and it would mean. War. Basically.

so the hales offer their help looking for scott and stiles finds this monster thing on his search and its a wendigo yay, and scott has been following this thing around for days now because he's a dumbass and wanted to help, and they bro out

and the hales and stiles kill this thing, which means magic action. and stiles is awesome. and everyone knows that now.

what follows is just steter get-to-know-eachother and the hale pack are the biggest wingmen (wingpeople) ever and there's fluff and magic and a lot of flowers because stiles is a person that can't for the life of him say the words "i love you" and gets incredibly anxious when people say "i love you" so he mostly displays his feelings for peter in hanakotoba, the traditional japanese flower language that kira taught him, and peter eventually catches onto that and they get together in a load of angst and fluff and they have sex. because of course they have loads of sex. bold of you to think peter can keep his hands off stiles for longer than a day and likewise.

and there is like a load of stiles/hale pack friendship dynamics because i love them all and then suddenly yeehaw. hale fire.

So paige has already happened in this timeline before stiles and peter met, and derek still meets kate and she does her scum thing and uses him. a bunch of hunters show up to the hale house, shoot them with wolfsbane bullets and gather them so they can burn together.

stiles wakes up in a rush because something bad is happening to his wolves but then his eyes fall closed again and he can't get out of bed for a solid time because someone freaking poisoned him and he's fevering and weak and everything is dizzy, but he forces himself up because something. bad. is happening. to his. wolves. he stumbles into his kitchen and almost dies right there and then, because the poison is wolfsbane and he feels like he got tons of it shoved down his throat by the person that poisoned him. his life starts flashing in front of his eyes and he fights back at it and vomits the wolfsbane out, believes it out of his system and when it's gone, he's just left raging.

because i hate kate, stiles loses control when he meets her at the hale house and kills her. he gets the pack and gets them out of the house, breaks the mountain ash circle and they leave. the hales can't go back to their house because the place is swarming with hunters

and peter and stiles figure out it was deaton who told kate everything she needed to know to set this trap and the mountain ash circle also stinks like druid, so deaton gets revealed as being the bad guy all along. stiles figures that he also poisoned him so he wouldnt interrupt, and that deaton wanted thalias alpha spark. the wendigo was a test and deaton put it there on purpose to see how strong stiles was and if he would care about the hales, because deaton knew stiles would feel the hunters killing them and ever since peter and stiles got together the druid knew he would have to murder him too to get the hales dead.

and stiles is just half feral in his wrath and the aftermath of the wolfsbane poisoning, and derek is sobbing and muttering about this being all his fault, and peter has two bullets stuck in his knees and has to be held up by his niece and his brother-in-law, and every one of them is shot and hurt and crying and talia does her best to comfort derek while shaking as well

and stiles just closes his eyes. takes a deep breath. and takes care of his family-in-law, because fuck if he isnt gonna marry peter after this. he takes them in, gives them clean and comfortable clothes, patches them up, lets them shower, yeets his living room so they have space for a big puppy pile, gives them food and water to drink and then draws a ward around his house that is strong enough deaton won't be able to find them unless he sells his soul to the king of hell.

when he's done with that, he locks the hales in and asks kira to take care of them and make sure they're okay while he's gone. she agrees and stiles goes and because he's angry and kind of more dark than i let slip until now so he just. slaughters the hunters that are left. and he enjoys it.

then he shows up to chris argents house, shocks the living hell out of allison because he's still covered in blood and ash, and goes talk to gerard, who is there for alibi purposes. he just flatly tells the truth and asks gerard how many times they've done this now. and the second the old man lets slip the hales weren't the first, stiles goes full Older Derek Hale Mode and slams him against a wall to threaten the living shit out of the man.

by threaten i mean he says that he'll kill him and there's nothing the guy can do about it, cause stiles will find him, no matter how far he runs. yknow bamf dark stiles shit. i am living for writing this scene right now bye

and then he looks at chris and allison. allison looks scared out of her mind and then she asks if thats true. if her family really did something like that. and chris has to look her square in the eye and tell her through gritted teeth that, altough he didnt know about this, yes, they did that to innocent people.

and stiles looks at chris and gives him a nod, because he knows the guy can get this right, he knows allison is strong and fierce and will be fine no matter what. he looks at gerard and sneers at him in disgust. then he leaves like the dramatic bitch he is, but not without ensuring chris will clean this mess up and make an alliance with talia.

he goes back to the house and the only one still awake is peter, and stiles breaks down completely, covered in blood from head to toe and scared out of his mind too. peter holds him, gently leads him into the shower, and helps him get cleaned up, washes his hair, picks out clothes for him, and they go to sleep together.

then, recovery. stiles organizes therapy for derek because lord knows the boy needs it, he nurses the hales healthy, shows them around in the house, they meet his friends, cora and lydia take a particularly special interest in each other, scott is sad because allison broke up with him but stiles visits the argents and talks to her a lot and they become friends too, and he knows scott will get over her eventually, just as she's getting over him.

and stiles shows the hales his life for a while until everyone is recovered, and then they go back to the hale house that he cleaned up already (because, uh, corpses had to be buried, floors had to be cleaned from blood and the smell of magic and mountain ash had to be erased)

and then peter proposes to stiles and they have a beautiful wedding by the lake where cora can talk to lydia, and derek ends up talking to scott quite a lot because scott is nervous and sweet and falls head over heels for the quiet werewolf, and guess who allison ends up with? nobody. because allison is fucking awesome and in the hunter business and she takes it upon her to start cleaning up the community and goes against hunters that are like her aunt just killing innocent people and a relationship with anybody would just be annoying. maybe she realizes she isnt even into relationships, i don't know that yet. aro ally would be interesting, dude.

And then in the end stiles goes to live with the hales and they mend their territory together so he can still visit his friends and he leaves the house to cora who eventually moves there as an adult so she can live with lydia. he and peter move out as well and they go back to town when stiles is ready, because he's lived so freaking long in the fear someone will hunt him down and kill him for his power, and now everything is peaceful. so he puts down his weapons, stops fighting, and lives happily ever after.

and has loads of sex with peter. just because.

#steter au #steter #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #peter hale #cora hale #cora x lydia #corydia? #cordia? #scerek #scott x derek #scott mccall #derek hale #aro allison argent #allison argent #talia hale #laura hale #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf au #somehow everyone is queer and/or a supernatural creature #well except ally she is queer but human #i love her bye

[arlaina28]

Pantyhose

Fandom- Teen Wolf Relationship- Peter Hale/Female Reader Rated- Explicit

Pantyhose

 I sigh as I sit on Derek’s sofa and begin to put on the pantyhose that goes with my sexy nurse costume. I feel eyes on me but ignore it, figuring it’s one of the teen pack members getting a hormone filled eyeful. We all decided to get ready at Derek’s place for our Halloween night of fun. The teens have a school party to go to and the adults are going to the party at the town hall.

 “Ready?” Scott asks the younger pack members and then leads them out the door.

 I can still feel eyes on me as I move to pull on the panty hose on my other leg. I look up and catch Peter staring at me hungrily. I glare at him but he just smirks, leaning against the wall.

 “What? Still have a thing for nurses? Didn’t work out well last time.” I taunt him.

 “I don’t remember my nurse looking quite so…slutty.” Peter drawls.

 “Oh no! You found my weakness! I just give such a crap about opinions of psychos.” I laugh.

 He growls, eyes narrowing as he steps closer to me.

 “That’s enough.” Derek snaps as he comes down the stairs.

 I finish pulling on my stockings and stand up, slipping into my heels.

 “What are you two supposed to be, anyway?” I ask, noticing that they’re both dressed normally.

 “Pissed off werewolves that don’t want to go.” Derek growls.

 “Oh, come on, guys! It’ll be fun. You do both remember what fun is, don’t you?” I grin.

 “I prefer to be alone.” Derek states gruffly.

 “Of course, I remember what fun is.” Peter grins. “I remember hunting you through the woods as you sobbed in fear.”

 Derek groans as I step right up to Peter.

 “I was not sobbing in fear! And I put an arrow through your eye that night, remember?” I taunt him.

 “Lucky shot.” He snaps, eyes beginning to change colour.

 “Right, I’m leaving. See you both later if either of you survives.” Derek groans, pissed at our constant bickering, as he leaves.

 Peter doesn’t respond, too busy running his eyes over my body.

 “What are you staring at?” I snap, hands on my hips.

 “Just imagining how you’d look in nothing but those stockings.” He smirks.

 “Yeah, well, keep imagining coz you’ll never find out.” I state but can’t hide the way my heart speeds up.

 “You sure about that?” He purrs.

 “Shut up.” I snap breathily.

 He grins, every inch the predator, as he cages me against the wall with his arms.

 “Y-you really do have a thing for nurses, don’t you?” I try to sneer.

 He chuckles and leans down to press his forehead against mine, making me swallow a lump in my throat. He licks his lips and leans in to press his lips against mine. It’s just a chaste press of lips but it feels like my blood boils from it and I open my mouth with a moan. He purrs and deepens the kiss even more. My hands move to slide up his back and grip his shirt. He presses his body against mine and I mewl, wrapping my leg around his waist. His hands move to slide the dress open, pulling it off and throwing it away somewhere in the room. He pulls away and looks down at me in just the stockings and heels, growling.

 “No underwear?” He growls.

 “It makes lines.” I shrug, looking up at him and kicking my heels off.

 His eyes go blue as he stares at me, undoing his trousers before grabbing my hips to lift me up the wall. I yelp and wrap my arms and legs around him, moaning as his cock rubs against my folds.

 “Do you know how infuriating you are?” He growls.

 “How?” I whisper, staring up at him.

 “Teasing me, arguing with me or wearing clothes that make my cock hurt in need. I never know if I want to kill you or fuck you.” He admits softly.

 “I’d much prefer the fucking option.” I smirk at him.

 He growls and slams deep inside me, making me cry out. My head drops back against the wall and my nails dig into his shoulders. He watches my face for the first few thrusts, making sure I’m not in pain, and then begins to kiss and nip along my throat. I moan and whine as he seems to hit every sensitive spot I have, causing fireworks behind my eyelids.

 “You’re mine now.” He husks in my ear. “Mine. Only mine from now on.”

 “As long as I dress as a nurse?” I can’t help but ask cheekily.

 He snarls and begins to move faster, claws growing enough to dig into my flesh. I cry out and kiss him deeply, careful of his fangs. I pull away with a cry of his name as I cum. He snarls as my pussy clamps around him and he cums inside me. My head drops against his shoulder as I pant for breath. He nuzzles my neck and hum.

 “For the record, nurses don’t do anything for me.” He whispers. “You in stockings, however, does.”

 “I’ll have to remember that.” I chuckle.

#teen wolf #Peter Hale #peter hale x reader

[butwhyduh]

Friday night smut Peter Parker gets cuts around his hands, back, and face and the reader is training to be a nurse so she is at the compound. He goes to her and they low key flirt and peter hates the stinging stuff so to calm him down the reader kisses him or touches him there and it turns to sex

“Aye aye! Ouch,” Peter whined and tried to dance around your hand. You were cleaning his minor cuts with alcohol. He would heal anyways but even superheroes get slowed down by bacterial infections.

“Okay ive seen you take a hit way harder and not even flinch,” you said grabbing ointment. Peter looked mock offended.

“There was adrenaline and I was saving lives,” he said. His hand lingered on your wrist as you dabbed at his cheek. “I wasn’t expecting you to hurt me.”

You smiled before digging a little more ointment out of the little pot. You dabbed just below his lip. Peter watched you intensely. “I’m not hurting you. You do enough without me,” you added. “You’re lucky I don’t have a shift tonight. Though this feels a bit like work.”

You coated a nasty little cut on the side of his chest. Peter tensed and hissed. His abs contracted a little. “You’re killing me,” he said grabbing your shirt near your hip. His movement pulled you closer to him.

“I’m taking care of you. Because you won’t do it yourself,” you said. His hand was now softly holding your side.

“I mean, you’re so good at it...”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s not a good reason,” you protested. You grabbed a bandage from behind you and Peter grabbed your torso in a hug. His cheek leaned against your ribs beneath your breast. You laughed and hugged his head. “You okay?”

“Fine. This is nice,”he said snuggling. “Great view,” he said looking up your breasts to your face.

“Shut up. Let me finish this bandage,” you said pulling away. Peter pouted slightly. You grabbed the bandage and placed it on his chest. Peter grimaced as you taped it down. You kissed his neck softly. He gasped a little before looking at you in surprise. You kissed his neck again. Peter pulled the back of your thighs so you sat in his lap. He bent his head to kiss your lips. His fingers kneaded your thighs. His thumb rubbed circles on your inner thigh closer and closer to your core.

His fingers brushed against your core softly. His hand slid against the fabric of your sleep shorts cups your pussy. You made little moans. Peter slid his hand into your shorts to rub you better. You moaned as he slid a finger in your core. His hand moved the way a lover long used to your body would. This wasn’t the first time you both had been here.

“Take the suit off,” you breathed in his ear. Peter pulled his hand away and you climbed off to push your own bottoms off. Peter sat eager, his dock hard and eyes dark. You climbed back on his lap. Your lips connected as you sunk down on him. The sounds of your kisses and pants filled the room and you slowly rode him. You carefully avoided his cuts as you held his back.

Peter nipped at your lip and kneaded his fingers on your breasts. His movements were wanting but tired. He let you do the work. You reached down and rubbed your clit. Your head fell back as you hit a sweet spot. Peter nipped and sucked at your throat. You knew you would have soft bruises in the morning but you could care less.

Your moans grew louder as you used Peter to get yourself off. He always thought it was sexy, to not be in charge. Peter had to deal with so much as Spider-Man that he liked giving up control. And the way your tits bounced as you rode him was just icing on the cake.

You grabbed his shoulder tightly with one hand as your hips roughly moved. Your other hand quickly rubbed your clit. Your breaths came out in pants and moans. Peter watched your face as you closed your eyes in pleasure. He could feel that you were close. It didn’t take much for you to clench around him as you came. He held your hips softly before finding his own release. His eyes never leaving you as you came down. The way your face flushed and you glistened with sweat he always found attractive.

You laughed a little, embarrassed by the way you always seemed to lose yourself in the end. Peter never understood it and gently kissed your cheek. You pulled your cheek away and he nuzzled in the crook of your neck. His arms lazily wrapped around your waist.

“Let me up,” you said after a minute and he pouted a little while pulling away. “You should probably get home. You don’t want to be found here and I don’t want to lose my job,” you said pulling your clothing back on. He looked disappointed for a second before fixing his face nuetral.

“Yeah. Next time I’ll invite you over,” Peter said grabbing his suit.

“To patch you up or...” you said smiling.

“I guess we’ll have to see,” he answered coyly.

“If you make me go to Queens in the middle of the night to put a bandaid on you I will riot,” you said closing your first aid kit.

“Oh but middle of the night sex is different?”

“Isn’t it always? Hurry up before we get caught,” you said shooting him to the window. Guests at the compound was frowned upon. Peter slid the suit back on and nodded before climbing out the window.

#friday night smut #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker smut #peter parker x reader

[marvxlousqueen]

Warren Worthington- Bad Flirt

requested by anon: hi !! I love your warren imagine so much, i was wondering if you could write something where warren has to fight the reader but refuses to do it because she's his best friend/girlfriend, and he gets in trouble because of it ? (possibly with a happy ending 🥺) thank you !!

word count: 1.4 k

warnings: warren is a DICK, cussing, someone gets stabbed lmao but like it’s funny, also not proofread and lowkey shit lmaooo

A/N: so i had to change the request a little bit bc i didnt have any ideas for it but its similar ! also reader has an ice power ? i just saw a commercial for frozen 2 so yea that happened, also thanks for requesting !! ily

Warren was never the best with emotions. He believed it came from growing up in a love-less household, but maybe that’s just an excuse. After arriving at the school for mutants, Warren took a liking to a girl in his grade rather quickly.

Unsure of how to deal with this, he turned to his roommate Peter for advice. 

“Make fun of her a little,” Peter had told him.

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Shows that you’re confident and have personality. It’s a way of flirting, trust me. Tease her a little.”

Warren wasn’t too sure about Peter’s advice, but figured he would know more than him. 

Warren and (Y/n) shared three classes: history, biology, and their training sessions with Raven.

Warren took his time in history to test the waters of flirting, using Peter’s advice from the night before. 

He was seated behind (Y/n) in history class, where he made a comment about her brightly colored agenda book.

“Nice agenda.”

She turned around, giving him a smile, “Thanks! Keeps me organized.”

Warren put his head down on his desk, realizing he hadn’t teased her enough. 

Do I need to be meaner? What would Peter do?

Warren tried again in their 4th period class- biology. The first week was just spent discussing how mutations originated. 

Warren was stuck sitting all the way in the front of the class, with (Y/n) seated diagonally from him. 

As the teacher went around asking questions about students mutations, he waited for (Y/n) to answer so he could make a joke.

“Now, what about you, Ms. (Y/n),” the teacher said, standing in front of the board.

“I can make ice and snow. Pretty fun actually.”

Warren sat up straight in his seat. “Snow? What are you going to do? Scare the enemy with a snowman?”

It wasn’t the best joke, but it still managed to make most of the class laugh. He turned back, waiting to see her laughing, but (Y/n) had decided to bury her face in her textbook, waiting for her blush to go away.

She’s blushing! Girls blush when they like a guy! Atta boy!

Over the next few weeks of school, Warren continued to flirt make fun of (Y/n).  He always made sure to tease her for not having weekend plans like some of her friends, or about grades and mutations.

It seemed to be working! Warren recalled the time he pushed her back inside the school before she had a chance to step outside into the August heat.

“Watch it, Frosty! You’ll melt.”

She had turned around to face him, her cheeks burning (with what Warren assumed was a crush). 

“Thank you, Warren.” 

Of course Warren hadn’t caught her sarcasm, leaving him to believe he was making good progress with her. 

It had been about a week since that incident of the frosty the snowman joke, and Warren was only becoming bolder.

He wanted to make his final move after some last minute flirting in training.

When Warren entered the gym, he saw a few students stretching, (Y/n) standing with them. 

A few minutes passed and Raven entered the gym, explaining how they were going to do mock cage fights, made up of two students having to randomly fight each other while others watch for technique. 

“Any volunteers?”

The class was quiet, Warren’s brain busy trying to think of how he would tell (Y/n) about his feelings for her.

“Fine. I brought the hat.”

Raven waved around the baseball cap filled with names of slips of paper.

“Okay, up first is... (Y/n) and Warren. Hustle up!”

(Y/n) jumped up, hands already cold to the touch, ready to wipe the floor with that asshole. 

Warren stayed seated, “What? No, I’m not fighting her.”

“No choice. Get up.”

Warren slowly stood up, “What if I hurt her?” 

He truly was concerned about harming her accidentally (but he also figured he could throw in some flirting up until the fight). 

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Don’t talk about me like I’m not here. And also- I’d like to see you try.”

Warren laughed, thinking she was flirting back. “Fine. Let’s see how much you can hurt me with your snowflakes.”

Warren stepped unto the mat, across from (Y/n), the class watching from the sidelines. Raven gave them a countdown and they began.

Warren moved around the mat, flapping his wings out to full size in hopes of impressing her.

Since he was taking so long, (Y/n) threw the first blow, throwing a large shard of ice right at Warren, stabbing him in the shoulder.

“Fuck! Ow- SHIT!” 

He crumbled to his knees, clutching his bleeding shoulder.

“(Y/n)!” Raven ran onto the mat, checking the damage. “Too far! Minor scrapes and bruises only!”

“But I-”

“No! Take him to the nurse, now!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, staring at Warren, waiting for him to get up and follow her.

“Get up, it’s not that bad. Don’t be a pussy.”

Raven looked at her again, like she was about to smack her. “What is with this attitude? Do I need to run you until it’s gone?”

(Y/n) shook her head, sighing. She grabbed Warren’s other arm, pulling him up and dragging him towards the nurse. She didn’t drop his arm until they left the gym, afraid Raven might actually kill her.

“You- you CUT me!”

“Like you didn’t deserve it-”

Warren slowed his pace, eyes wide. “Deserve to be STABBED? What did I do to you?”

(Y/n) stopped her movements, looking him dead in the eye. “What did you do? You’ve been a dick to me since I met you! You make fun of me all the time and you’re just the worst! You deserved to get stabbed- you’ve been making my life hell for weeks.”

Warren felt as though his heart had stopped beating, “W-what?”

“You heard me.”

She turned around, walking faster towards the nurses room. 

Warren wanted to stop her, to apologize for everything, but he felt so small in the moment. He never meant to cause her harm- is that not how you flirt? Peter, you dickwad! 

They reached the nurse and (Y/n) stepped aside, letting him go inside alone.

“Are you not going to stay?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “No. Why would I do that?”

“You are the one who did this to me, so-”

“Fuck you, you wouldn’t stay if you did something like this to me. You’d probably just laugh about it.”

Warren felt his throat tighten, making it difficult to speak without his voice cracking. 

“I w-would stay with you. A-always.”

(Y/n)’s face scrunched up, trying to read the emotion on his face. Somehow a mix of remorse and endearment.

“Whatever. I’ll sign you in, but then I’m going.”

He nodded, watching as she started to right his name on the sheet. 

The nurse entered from the back room, “Nasty cut that is! We’ll get you taken care of.” 

She looked towards (Y/n), handing her a towel. “Keep pressure on that. I’ll be back.”

“But wait-”

The nurse disappeared into the back room again, leaving (Y/n) to press a towel into Warren’s shoulder. 

They sat in silence for a minute until Warren found his voice again.

“You didn’t even say sorry.”

“Did you say sorry for being an absolute twat to me this entire year?”

He wasn’t expecting her to snap back to harshly, not like he didn’t deserve it. Looking back on it, maybe he was mean. 

Fuck me, he thought.

Another minute of silence passed. 

“I am sorry, by the way. I wasn’t trying to be mean.”

She looked towards him, “Then what did you think you were doing?”

“Um-uh, f-flirting?”

“What?”

“Peter said-”

“That is NOT flirting, Warren. That’s just being a dick!”

He hung his head, “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to. I swear, I’m not an asshole.”

“Sure, you’re not.”

He looked up at her, eyes burning. “I’ll leave you alone now, don’t worry. Once my shoulder heals I’m going to have to kill Peter for telling me that would work.”

She laughed a little, “Peter’s a fucking idiot.”

Warren nodded, “So am I.”

“Yep. You are.”

“C-can we start over? Please. I won’t flirt with you anymore, I promise.”

“I wouldn’t mind it if it was actual flirting, not bullying- but fine. We can start over as friends, but I reserve the right to stab you anytime you hurt my feelings.” 

“Deal.”

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[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

WhatsApp?, Part 17. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

A/N: We will be wrapping up soon, folks. Let's have two last chapters and were done!

Warnings: Reader being a paranoid silly dummydumdum and angst and angst and fluffiness. I have u guys, alright?

Word count: 3.1 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

Read the rest here: Part One  Part Two  Part three  Part four  Part five  Part Six Part seven  Part eight  Part nine  Part ten  Part eleven  Part twelve  Part thirteen  Part fourteen  Part fifteen  Part sixteen

If you like to have your readings in order :):  H E R E  

Four months after the last chapter:

You sat on the toilette for what seemed like forever, in a complete shock, gasping for your dear breath. You felt as you were crying, sobbing, being a hot pile of mess. Pete was sitting next to your small cabin on the ground, hugging his knees, listening to your heartbreaking sobs.

You and Steve were together just for a few months, four and a half to be exact and you couldn't think of anything more perfect. When he was at home, he was literally the sweetest guy around.

He knew his way around with cooking and preparing just the best baths, nobody was able to make the bed like him. Every time he cleaned up the place, you couldn't recognize it. And you didn't know if he used some forties tricks when it was his turn doing the laundry, but it smelled so good every damn time he hung the clothes.

It was more than fair to say that Steve Rogers was living at your place basically. He moved his clothes there, so you could basically wear them as yours, he was buying the groceries and taking care of the flat.

Your relationship grew stronger and stronger, but with that, you needed to count on the paparazzi sniffing around your private life. They exposed you and Steve many times and you only giggled when you read the articles out loud to Steve when he was in the shower. Sometimes you were reading it with Peter when Steve was out of touch.

You were making fun of that, but Steve got fed up after a while. He was under the public microscope for a long time at that moment when your relationship started, so he talked with Tony (IT WAS TONY STARK HIMSELF, YOU LITERALLY FREAKED OUT WHEN STEVE SAID THAT IT'S JUST 'TONY') and Tony made some steps to keep the newest Avenger lovebirds out of the public eye.

Everything was awesome... Until that one evening.

How to put it right? Let's just say it how it was - you both absolutely loved sex, let's be honest here. Steve adored and loved your soul, but your body was just gorgeous for him. He was a boy from the eighties who didn't have a proper lovemaking session for seventy years, maybe even never.

So, naturally, when Steve got home after three weeks lasting mission, you took a day off at work, just to be with him at home all day, basically not leaving bed all day. That was maybe the day you just got... Pregnant.

Yep. That's right. A baby was inside growing inside of you and your heart was beating loudly at that moment. What the hell should you do? What were your options? Your brain couldn't exactly think when you were a crying mess sitting on the toilette.

Steve told you one time that the family man who lived in the forties died inside of him when he got out of the ice.

So you were worried that Steve will not take it too happily, even though you knew that you were seriously paranoid.

"Is everything ok out there? You're freaking me the hell out." - Pete knocked on your cab lightly, which actually reminded you of his presence. You weakly pulled yourself together, dried your cheeks and stood up. When you opened the cab, he almost jumped right into your face. - "You're not pregnant, right? That's why you're crying."

You didn't answer, just gave him the test and leaned your hands to the sink to watch your face in the mirror.

A mom. You'll be a mom. Was that even real? Were you even ready for that? You had a small bean inside of you. Your mind was splitting into two different people - one of them was optimistic and the second one was depressed like hell.

A strange warm feeling surrounded your heart and you smiled at yourself. Hormones were making you a bit crazy, like riding on a rollercoaster. The fear of telling him was sitting on the back of your head all the time, but for a moment you focused on happiness.

"You'll be a mom." - Peter whispered. He was in shock, but you could feel that happiness is written down in his voice. - "That's great! I will be his or her uncle and we will be best pals... Y/N, what's wrong?" - Peter asked worriedly and hugged you, nursing you slowly. His lips kissed your temple gently and his fingers smoothed your hair.

"I'm just so fucking afraid, Peter. What if he tells me that he doesn't want it anymore? He's at least a hundred years old. He doesn't have a much stable life, his job is dangerous and... I don't know." - You cried out to his shoulder and hugged him even tighter. You had a grip of a tiger or a bear that surprised Peter.

"Are you even listening to what you're saying, you weirdo?" - Peter took your face to his palms and smiled at you. A fifteen-year-old boy was nursing you because you were afraid of a baby. Your own baby. You were going to be a mom. You were acting like Ana in Fifty shades said, you had a little bean somewhere out there.

"Steve will be out of his mind when he's gonna find out. That man was designed by God to be a dad. Whether it will be a boy or a girl, you will be great parents. And May and I will be the best uncle and aunt duo." - He kissed your temple again, but someone interrupted you. It was Deena. She screamed, put her hand on her heart and closed the door with a loud bang. Then she opened the door again, looking at you, crying your eyes out and Peter, with his arms, circling around your shoulders. You both watched her, Peter with a big smile and you with your eyes hurting a bit.

"Okay, you two. I know you have a strangely friendly relationship, but this is fucking wild. What the fuck is going on?" - She just strode there, putting her hands on her hips, frowning at you and Pete. She had a primadonna attitude until Pete turned towards her with a pregnancy test in his palms.

"Oh my fucking God. You cheated on Steve with... Don't you fucking tell me." - She tried to tell a joke, but a small smile appeared on her lips. Her face was gentle all of a sudden as she watched the positive stick in her hands. You would never say that Deena could be a family type, but that situation totally wrecked her family-cold facade. She looked at you with a graceful smile, and ten hugged you. Then, she put her palm on your belly, slowly caressing you with his fingers.

"Hey, little baby. We know about you, honey. Oh my god, Y/N." - Deena looked into your face with a loving gaze. - "I think I'm gonna cry. Jesus fucking Christ, what have you done to me?" - She smiled and winked at you to get the tears away. - "Steve will be so happy. And Buck will probably cry. He's a sensitive pussy these days."

"But how the fuck am I supposed to tell him?" - You stared to the side, leaning your ass to the sink, watching both of them. - "I'm so afraid now."

"What are you thinking about, dummy?" - Deena looked at you with an ironic face, laughing. - "Just tell him. He's an honest man and he will most probably explode with euphoria. You know what? I have an idea." - Her palms held your shoulders, so she couldn't look away from her.

"You'll try it on Bucky, the whole telling thingy. Hell. He'll order you his fucking plum diet. Just be cool, you'll tell him, test it out. Buck will not tell Steve a single word if you ask him to. And now, get the fuck out. Both of you. I need to pee." - She smiled and kissed your cheek in a motherly mode. You could feel that she's so proud at that moment, so proud she couldn't even express it.

"Hey. Heads up. You'll do great. Wow. A baby. That's wonderful. In a few months, you'll be so big. Like, I mean, a big tummy, there will be a baby and I can chat with them." - Peter was so excited that it made you smile. Yeah. You'll be big. You'll be huge. Like a balloon. And you'll fart a lot. But that will be alright. Cause there will be a baby inside of you. - "You can't even guess how proud and happy I am."

"Yeah. Stop grinning so much, dummy. The whole office doesn't need to know that I'm pregnant the first day I found out that. So shush." - You shoved the little stick into the back pocket of your jeans and went there with a big smile.

Bucky was already in the office, leaning next to Val's shoulder and watched some video. Suzie watched you with her silent stare, feeling that something's off about you. But she just nodded and didn't ask. You loved that Suzie was the silent friend. She didn't ask unnecessary questions at all. But just as Suzie knew instantly that something happened, May could feel it in the air.

"Okay, you moron. Don't furrow at me like that and just tell me. What's wrong?" - May leaned her ass into your desk and looked at you with her motherly state. She had warm eyes and a kind smile, soothing the back of your head. But you just wiggled your head and decided on not telling her, not just now.

"You're like another child to me, baby. Just as protesting as Peter at the start of his puberty." - She leaned down and kissed your forehead. - "Remember that whatever happened, it's going to be good. When you feel like telling me, you'll. I larb you so, so much." - And then she left. You looked at Peter with a surprised face and he shrugged his shoulders. You were so glad that you may don't turn her NCIA attitude on just left it be. But then you saw Deena, looking like a little devil, leading Bucky to you. He looked really scared and surprised.

"Okay. She told me that you have something to tell me. And I'm not going to lie, I am a bit afraid what the hell is going on because she was deadly serious." - Buck said in a guessing tone. Deena frowned at him.

"Who the hell is some 'she', Mr. Burnes?" - She put her arms on her chest. Deena was just joking, but her face was deadly serious.

"She is my lovely girlfriend who is the best in the whole world, miss Green." - Bucky smiled, leaned onto her body, kissing her from her cheeks down to her collar bones, making her laugh. - "But let's talk, miss Y/L/N, soon to be Mrs. Rogers." - Bucky told you and take you away from the rest of your coworkers.

"That's not too far fetched." - You whispered back and Buck opened up his mouth with a surprise before turning his expression to a big smile.

"So that little jackass wants to marry you? I know that he's really in love with you, but this is a pleasant surprise." - He leaned into one of the windows, watching you nervously biting his lower lip.

"No! No! We're not having a wedding, Jesus. We're only for not even five months, Buck. You're crazy. I need to tell you something different." - You leaned next to him and put your head on Buck's shoulder.

"Okay. What's it, baby girl? You can tell me anything. I'm your and Steve's friend. I'm curious about what has happened." - Buck hugged your shoulder with his arms, bringing you closer to him. He was just the greatest friend, he made you feel safe and fooled to tell him almost everything. So you felt as you relaxed when the little, quiet sentence just got out of your lips.

"We're going to have a baby." - You whispered and looked at Buck with an innocent look.

"Doll, are you serious?" - He asked silently and his face leaned down to look at you.

"Yeah, my magical assistant Peter helped me to do three to four tests this morning. All of them were positive." - You smiled at Buck. His reaction nicely surprised you and made you feel sure about having a baby with Steve. Your emotions and hormones told you that it's going to be all right. Buck was a bit tougher Steve from what you could tell. And his reaction was like someone has lit up a fire inside of him, his smile felt warmer and lighter, his eyes shined with excitement. - "But I'm a bit worried about Steve's reaction. Like... He told he ain't that family man anymore. So..."

"Okay. So I'm an experiment. You think he's going to freak out, or that he'll be rude or he's going to pack his things and leave?" - Buck asked you honestly, he exhaled out loud, ending it with a giggle in the end. - "My pal would never. He'll be out of his mind, I swear in the name of God. It will make him love you even more. Hey. Let me tell the thing like this: every man, especially the two of us, want to have some small princess or a tough small pirate. It's a dream we think we can't reach. But you're the example of fulfilling that dream."

"What dream are you two talking about? Can I join the discussion?" - Steve's voice freaked the living hell out of you. Bucky felt how your body began to tremble, so he smoothed your back calmly. Steve took you to his arms and hugged you, kissing you tenderly on your lips, making you smile. - "You've been crying, sweetheart. Something's wrong?" He held you in his hug and you hugged him even tighter. Steve could sense that something's up, he could tell every time you cried or felt down. It was just like his sixth sense.

"I brought you some tea for your sickness, I heard that it helps a lot. Also, I have some food from the restaurant you like, some tomato soup and some lasagna." - He showed you a travel teacup and a bag in his hand, smiling excitedly. - "You told me that you will not have enough time today, so I took you something good to eat, doll. I will not let my girl starve, will I?" - Steve played with your hair and kissed the back of your head. Bucky disappeared in the meantime, leaving you two in a loving bliss moment.

"What would I do without my big guy, right?" - You tiptoed and kissed his lips. But then sickness took hold on your belly as you began to realize that you should tell him before you'll lose your courage completely. He wasn't blind, so he could do the math when the time came, seeing your growing belly and tired attitude. - "We, like you and me, have to talk. Right now and right here otherwise I would not tell you." - You left his side and left the bag on the floor under the window.

"Doll. Before you'll tell me anything else, just let me tell you that I love you and if you want to leave me..." - Steve played with your fingers and he looked like he's about to cry. You immediately took his face to your palm, shushing him with a passionate kiss.

"Shut up for a minute, you dummy. This is stressing me the hell out and I really want you to know." - You smoothed his wide shoulders with your nails and you still held him close. - "Especially when you and I need to go through all of this together."

"Is something wrong? Are you sick? What happened?" - Steve was smoothing your face with his thumbs gently and lovingly and his face was really looking like a lovesick puppy. Before he could guess any other option, you burst out.

"I'm pregnant. I'm... Pregnant." - You said twice, slowly and more scared for the second time. You couldn't even believe what you were telling him. Your face was pale and scared, you looked tired and sick. Steve just froze in one place, his mouth shut and his gaze was piercing through you, his arms around your shoulder.

"And are you... Sure? Like deadly sure? Seriously?" - Steve asked in a low, emotionless voice. You trembled in his arms, beginning to cry and your lower lip curled. You slowly nodded and first tear left your eye, falling down on your face.

"So... A baby. Wow." - Steve said with his expression slowly lighting up. - "We are going to have a baby." - All of a sudden, why you still cried, he was crying too with a sweet smile on his lips. He took you, carefully, at your waist, hugged you and carefully twirled you around. - "Y/N, I'm doing to be a dad." - He exclaimed with the happiness of a little boy.

"So you're not angry with me?" - You beeped quietly and looked at your boyfriend crying and you started to cry even more after that. You both stood there and cried like little children, hugging each other.

"Are you serious? Y/N, this is most probably the best day of my whole life." - Steve dropped on his knees, put his palms on your tummy and kissed it with a loving expression. Your fingers ran through his hair as he spoke directly to the baby. The tone of his voice was sweet and loving, he was mumbling and he held your waist in his hands.

How could you be so terrified? Why were you so paranoid? Steve took it the best way he actually could, he really was out of his mind completely, shining like a star. You loved to see him like that. A proud daddy-to-be. You could feel that he's happy, happier than ever before.

"Isn't it a bit too soon for you?" - You whispered after a long, sweet make our session. Steve was passionate and he was showing you all the love he had inside.

"It could happen a bit later, that's true. I'm amazed and surprised because this is a serious miracle. But I know you, you're my best girl, my loving and supporting girlfriend no matter what I decide to do. So we have two things on our list now, what do you say?" - He hummed in a pleased tone, being all-loving and caring for you.

"Two things?" - You opened your mouth, being surprised.

"First things first, we will prepare our home for this little angel." - He whispered and stole another kiss from you. - "But we can't bring him to a world where their parents aren't married. And I'm serious about that."

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[shawnies-rihno-blog]

E.R Mayhem

 Part 3 of Ready For Me.

I was gonna finish the mini-series but then it got long and i think y/n and Shawn deserve a nice ending chapter. So the next one is probably gonna be the last one. Thank you so much for reading!! Also you can read the other parts in my Masterlist

WC: 2k 

Warnings: Cussing, mention of knife and blood??

Enjoy!

I was about to fully fall asleep in the On Call room, when my pager started beeping. Ugh. It was the E.R. Probably some drunkies who found a way to hurt themselves. I get up, putting on my running shoes and fixing myself up before heading out.

It was Saturday Night, one of the doctors was getting married, so many attending doctors were spending their time celebrating in Vegas. I was invited, but with me just becoming a surgical attending, I thought spending time at the Hospital would build my experience.  

I had barely slept in the past 36 hours, with a recent bus crash and all the victims being rushed to the hospital I worked at, it was hard to sleep and when I finally got some time to myself, some drunk guys showed up.

I walked into the Emergency Room, putting on my gloves and gown. 

“They are 4 minutes out. Also the paramedics said that the patient's friend is coming with them. Their BAC (Blood Alcohol Concentration) is about 0.175, so they are pretty drunk,” the nurse informs as I head to the doors.

As I wait for the ambulance, I can already feel myself dozing off. I hear the siren coming closer, I slap myself on the face to awaken myself. I stretch myself out being prepared for whatever was to come. The paramedics get out of the ambulance, and head to open the back door.

“They are pretty drunk. You’re in for a very long night,” one of them says. I can already hear them yelling at each other, even though the door is locked. 

“A male about the age of 25 and has a knife stuck in his tibia, we assume. We had to drag him out of a party, so we don’t have any I.D and when we asked his friend for his name he called him ‘Dumbass Rich White Boy’ so..” the other one explains.

The paramedics open the door and the person I least expected jumps out. Me saying I’m shocked would be the biggest understatement of my whole entire lifetime.

“Brian?” I exclaim.

“O.M.G it’s y/n!” he slurs.

I look over to the person on the stretcher. I have to do a double take, because I can't help but feel that my eyes have betrayed me. Shawn. The paramedics wheel Shawn down into the hospital, taking him into a secluded room. 

I run behind them, Brian repeated telling Shawn that he was being a wuss for coming to the hospital. I enter the room, seeing Brian slapping Shawn on the face, for whatever reason, and Shawn laughing on top of his lungs. Boy, was this going to be a long night!

I head over to Shawn’s leg, examining the damage. With Shawn constantly laughing, it’s hard to examine. 

“Hey doc, my leg hurts, can you do somethin’ ‘bout it?” Shawn slurs.

“Well you shouldn’t have stuck a knife in there. Don’t you think?” I reply. “Hook up 1 of morphine,” I continue this time talking to the nurse.

“y/n?” he asks, the room eerie now.

“Yes. It’s me Shawn. So can I ask how you ended up with a knife in your lower leg?” I ask, ignoring my heart skipping beats at the way he said my name.

“Oh, Brian said I’m a pussy so I showed him how i’m not a pussy.”

“Well..” Brian starts laughing, “You’re still a pussy, you didn’t let me pull the knife. PUSSY.” Brian exclaims still laughing.

“Okay, well Shawn, we need to get an X-Ray to see how extensive the damage is.” I reply ignoring Brian, because nothing good was coming out of him.

As I’m pushing Shawn’s gurney towards the Radiation Room, with Brian hot on my heels, I spot an intern, I call him over and ask him to assist me on this case, thinking I might as well teach someone something, after all it was a teaching hospital.

“Okay Shawn, you have to stay still, okay?”

“Why?” he questions drunkenly.

“Just listen to her, dumbass,” Brian chimes from the back.

“Brian say another word, and i will cuff you to this chair and put duct tape over your mouth! You hear me?” I state having enough of his bullshit.

“Y/n are you gonna leave me here all alone? Cus’ i’m scared. What if this machine eats me?”

“No Shawn i’m right here. Just stay still for ten seconds, okay?”

I go over to the computer, dragging Brian by the ear with me. I sit on the chair, the intern observing my actions and sitting beside me in another chair.

“Stand there, and don’t you dare move!” I tell Brian, he looks at me with the saddest puppy dog eyes, making me almost go soft for him. 

“So do you know them, Dr.y/l/n,” the intern asks.

“YA! Her and the guy in there use to fuck,” Brian exclaims happily.

“Brian I will kill you! And you know that,” I say to him as I apologize to the intern for Brian’s behavior.

The X-rays load up on the computer screen, the intern, Ethan, and I both examining the X-ray for any fatal damage. 

“Well, he wouldn’t need surgery, so that’s good, but we need to pull out the knife without damaging any nerves, and then we can stitch him up.” I say.

“Well he will for sure have to stay here for the night though, right?” the intern asks.

“Oh ya, for sure, with his drunken state, and the cut being that deep, he needs to be kept under examination for a day,” I reply and head over to Shawn, moving the machine away from him.

“The machine didn’t eat me!!” Shawn gasps. I chuckle at his stupidness, him still being the person he was years ago.

The intern pushes his gurney back to the room he was in, while I grab Brian, making him walk with me. 

“Okay, Listen, Ethan and I are gonna go grab some things so we can pull out the knife. Don’t touch him, okay Brian? And Shawn don’t move, just stay still.” I say to the both of them. It was 3 am and there weren’t enough nurses to help us, and Ethan who just joined about a month ago didn’t know much about the different types of sutures. So me taking Ethan with me was the only choice I had.

On our way back both Ethan and I’s hands were full of medical stuff, we both are right outside Shawn’s room when we hear him scream. It sounded like a painful one, I opened the door, scared to see what I would be served with. Then I see Brian holding a bloody knife in his hand. Did he try to stab Shawn? And then I look over to Shawn’s leg, the knife that was there when I left, now non existent. 

“Here, I made it easier for you! Now you just need to stitch him up.” Brian announces proudly. Shawn still breathing heavily due to the pain. 

I head over to Shawn and push more morphine in him to help him with the pain, paying no attention to Brian. “Ethan take him out and hook him with a banana bag, and make sure he doesn’t move from his place,” I say referring to Brian. 

Shawn calms down and I start re-examining his leg, praying to god I don't have to operate on him, knowing it would make his life ten times harder, for at least a couple of weeks. After examining his leg with a reflex hammer, seeing no nerve damage, I breathed out in relief. 

When I start suturing up Shawn, he starts talking again. 

“Where’s Brian?” He questions.

“I had to send him out, he was being highly inappropriate.”

“Oh.” He replies. After a little while he speaks again, “can i tell you a secret? You can’t tell anyone though. It can only stay between the two of us.”

“Yea sure. I promise, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Because I had you… you know the song I wrote? Yea, well I wrote that song cus’ of you.” He says, staring up at the ceiling.

“Shawn you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply taken aback a little.

“Yea I do.”

I stay quiet not knowing what to say, or knowing I would say something stupid. I stitch him up, and then leave the room. I tell the nurse to move Shawn into a real room to spend the night. I don’t see him the entire night, after that.

I head back to the On Call room, kicking of my sneakers, and laying down on the bed. I grab my phone and air-pods, searching up ‘Because I had you.’ I hadn’t made an effort to listen to his new music knowing it would fuck me up. I lay on my side, listening to his song, my eyes a little teary. Man, did he know how to make me cry. I drift off, listening to his music, finally clinging on to some sleep.

----

I wake up the next morning, music still playing. How did my phone not die? I re-do my ponytail and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, and start on rounds. It’s Sunday morning, a lot of the families of the patients already here spending some quality time with their loved ones. A lot of the families are very nice, and some even offer my breakfast to which I politely declined. I look at the name of the last patient on the charts. Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. 

I take a deep breathe and enter his room. He has company, Brian sitting on the couch, an old woman -who I suppose is his mom, serving him breakfast, and a younger woman -did he get a new girlfriend???

“Oh Hi, Y/n,” Shawn chimes happily. “Meet my family, That’s my mom and that is my little sister,” he says pointing at each one of them. Oh that’s his sister! 

“Nice to meet you,” I say smiling at them politely. “Well I’m sorry but you will have to step back for a second, I just need to take a look at his leg.” His mother moves back smiling at me.

“Well I know for sure Shawn isn’t going to be partying ever after this,” She says. I smile at her comment. 

“Does it hurt here?” I ask him.

“A little.” He replies, his voice betrays him though, or maybe I just know his voice well enough to know he’s lying.

“I’m your doctor, Y’know you can’t be lying to me.”

“Well you could be my girlfriend,” he responds casually. 

I stiffen up for a second. What the hell? First of all, why would he say that, second of all, why would he say that in front of his family and third of all, why would he say that?! I look up at him giving me the softest smile. Oh fuck him and his beautiful face!

“Shawn where are your manners? She is your doctor, and you respect her for helping you after you and Brian tried to almost kill you!” His mother exclaims, I mentally thank her for saving my ass. 

“Well we weren’t tryi-” Shawn is cut off.

“Well, I mean, they were going out before, so the comment isn’t totally inappropriate,” Brian states. What a dumbass.

“What?!” his sister exclaims. 

My cheeks are now burning red, I want to run out of the room. I can feel everyone's eyes burning holes deep inside me. I stay put, and keep examining his stitches.

“Well, I’ll prescribe you some pain meds, and the pain should go away, and then you can be discharged in the evening,” I say as I head out the door.

“Y’know you are supposed to answer all the questions your patient asks you, you still didn’t answer mine,” I stopped dead in my tracks, not knowing how to reply to his idioticness.

“What question?” playing dumb would help right?

“About you being my girlfriend,”

“Well that was more a statement than a question,” I reply, smiling briefly at him and then heading out for breakfast.

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soft | chapter four

warning - this chapter contains smut, kn*tting, and more. skip this one if you feel uncomfortable with these subjects.

Once May and YN arrived back at her family’s apartment, the woman had YN head into her room. May grabbed every blanket she could find in the entire home so YN could nest if she wanted to. The unmistakable scent of an omega in heat filled the air, which caused a sigh of relief to come from May. She had gotten YN to a safe place before any alphas had gotten to her.

YN laid on her bedroom floor, curled into a ball between probably twelve blankets, eight pillows, and a ton more stuffed animals to create her nest for the next week or so. 

May wouldn’t have to stay for the full week, though. YN’s father’s ‘girlfriend’ would be there after a few hours to take care of said girl. But did that mean that May wasn’t going to worry for an entire week about her nephew’s best friend? Absolutely not.

Desperate moans floated from YN’s room as slick coated her thighs. She did everything she could to try and relieve the building pressure in her abdomen: nothing seemed to work.

Her voice was whiny and her breath ragged as she whimpered out the same word over and over, “Alpha.”

It flew off her tongue like a prayer. “Alpha, please-!” She whined as her hand began to make its way into her soaked lace panties, causing moans to leave her lips between the whines for an alpha.

Her mind was so clouded that she didn’t even remember that May was in the apartment with her, which lead to her yelling in frustration as her body begged for an alpha’s knot.

Meanwhile, still at school, none of her friends had an idea as to where she went. All Peter knew was that May had picked her up sometime during second period, and every fiber of his being was telling him that something was wrong. That he needed to be with YN immediately.

The remaining four teenagers ate in comfortable silence with the occasional joke or question, usually from Ned or Betty. MJ was too busy staring at Gwen Stacy to notice Peter’s uneasiness. 

After he had taken a few bites of his mashed potatoes, they became bland and stale in taste. He was too worried about YN to even have an appetite, which worked out in Ned’s favor.

“Hey Peter, you gonna eat those?” He asked pointing to the potatoes with a plastic white spork, as the students were no longer permitted to use normal forks due to an issue at the beginning of the school year. 

Peter just shrugged in response, “Sure. Take ‘em. ‘M not hungry.” His words hung in the air as MJ’s attention was grabbed by them.

“You’re always hungry. What’s going on? Spill.” The girl said while sliding Peter’s tray over to Ned. “And don’t lie.”

“I’m worried about YN. Okay? She never leaves school early, not even that time that she had the flu during finals week and passed out on her way to the nurse’s office.” He wasn’t embarrassed of his words, though. No, it was quite the contrary. His posture had straightened and he held his head high as he spoke, something that Peter rarely did.

“Lover boy, why don’t you just call her? Or even just go see her after school. I know that you know how to get into that apartment.” Betty said with a huff, “You’re making it way more complicated than it needs to be, okay?”

Peter, now flustered, sighed. “You’re right. I’m making this way more complicated than it should be. She probably just went home because she felt faint or something.” He decided to ignore his instincts to stand up from that lunch table and run himself all the way to YN’s apartment and make sure that nothing was wrong.

After school Peter called YN’s cell, which went straight to voicemail. “Hey this is YN’s phone, drop a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!” Her sweet voice coming over the receiver put Peter even more on edge. She usually didn’t let his calls go to voicemail. 

Peter had arrived to her apartment just after May had left YN in the care of her father’s ‘girlfriend’, he had decided to try the front door first. 

As the door opened, he was hit with the sweet smell of an omega in her heat. “Hello?” A woman with red hair greeted, her voice seemingly familiar.

“H-Hi, I’m good friends with YN LN, and I wanted to make sure she’s doing okay. She left school early today, and she usually doesn’t do that.” Peter said quickly, ignoring his instincts to rush to whatever omega was suffering and fix it for her.

The red head’s eyes met his, and immediately Peter knew who he was talking with. “Peter, she’s in the middle of something right now.”

As if on cue, YN’s voice rang out through the apartment once again, “Alpha!” She whined, causing Peter’ cock to twitch inside of his jeans. 

“You need to head home, Peter.” The woman said sternly, “Her father has me here to make sure that nothing happens that either of you would regret, okay?” Her voice was hard and commanding.

“Nat, please!” YN begged through the walls of her bedroom, trying her hardest not to cry. “Just let him fix it!” She cried, throwing her head back on the wood of her bedroom door. 

Natasha was reluctant to even allow Peter into the doorway, “You need to go, Peter. It’s a bad idea, okay?” 

“Can I at least just talk to her?” The boy asked with a pained expression. It took everything he had not to shove past Natasha and help YN through her heat. “She’s my best friend before anything else.” He stated with finality. 

The woman sighed, “Okay, but you have to keep the door shut. No arguments about it.” She allowed Peter to enter the home with a bit of wariness. If he didn’t listen, she would have quite the mess to explain to May, Tony, and YN’s father.

Peter raced to YN’s door, but kept the boundary Natasha had set in mind. “YN? Can you hear me?” He asked softly, placing a large hand on the painted wood that separated the two teenagers.

“Alpha,” She whined, causing Peter’s cock to twitch once again. “It hurts so bad alpha.” She cried, turning to face the door.

“I know omega.” Peter said gently, though he was becoming increasingly frustrated with the rule Natasha had set. He had almost moaned when he heard YN’s gasp at being called by her classification. 

Tears pricked her eyes as a large puddle of her slick pooled beneath her and onto the wooden floor, panties having been discarded a long while ago. “Please fix it alpha.” She begged as the tears began to glide down her cheeks.

“Baby I can’t,” He said sadly, his heart hurting at her tone of voice. “Natasha said that I can’t.”

She let out a sob as her forehead hit the hated door, “Please, alpha, I need you to fix it.” YN begged once more.

Peter’s eyes were beginning to water as well as he spoke, “YN, baby, I need you to listen to me, okay? Are you listening?” He asked.

“Yes.” YN replied quietly as another bout of pain went through her stomach. 

Peter took on a more ‘alpha’ tone of voice as he spoke once again, “It’s gonna be okay baby. ‘Mega, I promise you’re gonna be okay. If I could take it all away, I would. But ‘mega, you’re gonna have to be strong, okay?” Everything he said was the opposite of what he wanted to do. He wanted throw open the damn door and take her, get rid of the pain she was feeling. 

“Okay alpha.” She spoke with a pained tone, trying her best not to cry out for him as more pain ripped through her. 

What neither of them had realized, however, was that Nat was stood in the other room listening to their exchange while speaking to May on the phone.

“I really don’t think either of them would regret it, May. She’s in pain and I can smell his rut already.” The red head said to the other woman with a sigh. “Neither of us really wanna allow this, but it’s probably the best thing for them. She’s on birth control…” Natasha trailed off, her shoulders moving to create a shrug.

“Okay, but did you talk to her father?” May questioned with a quirked brow, tapping her fingers against her kitchen table anxiously.

Natasha nodded to signal a yes, though May couldn’t see the gesture, “He just said not to interfere and see what happens.”

A particularly bad round of pain ripped through YN’s body, ending any resolve Peter had not to fall into his rut. “Omega, it’ll be okay, okay?” He said in his ‘alpha voice’. YN whined, now smelling his rut in the air along with her heat. 

“Oh shit, May he’s in his rut now.” Natasha said quickly, her eyes widening. “What do you want me to do?”

May sighed, “I’ll be there as soon as I can. If he gets aggressive, just let it go. I don’t want you hurt or something broken.”

Natasha hadn’t a choice as she heard Peter speak once more, “Omega, I want you to get back from the door, okay?” 

YN complied, sliding back as fast and as far as she could. The door swung open to reveal Peter, the outline of his hard on extremely visible in his jeans.

YN immediately presented for her alpha, ass in the air and face to the floor. Peter slid out of his clothing before sliding a finger down her folds, collecting her slick on his finger. He grinned as he took in the sight before him, her pussy glimmering with the slick her body had produced. “Beautiful, perfect omega.” He uttered as she wiggled her ass in the air. 

“Alpha please, I need your knot. Please!” She begged, pressing herself up against him. 

Peter obliged, shoving himself inside her, bottoming out as she moaned in both pain and pleasure. “God ‘mega, you feel so tight around me.” Peter groaned as he began to thrust in and out of her, giving the relief she needed so desperately.

“Alpha!” YN moaned as drool dropped from her lips while she was being rammed into. “I’m- I’m gonna-!” She whined.

“Me too ‘mega, let go baby.” Peter said between grunts, and YN followed his order to a fault. Hearing her moan out his classification while her walls closed around him was enough to cause him to finish inside of her, his knot locking them together for a little while.

Peter maneuvered so that YN was sat atop him whereas he was laying on his back on the floor, the two of them covered in a layer of sweat and slick, though neither of them cared much. 

Peter pressed a kiss to her forehead as she came to rest on his chest, his thumb drawing soft circles on her upper arm. “Thank you Peter.” YN said sleepily, whining gently as he slid out of her, not liking how empty she felt without him.

“No problem, YN. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, okay?” Peter said in a loving tone as she crawled inside her nest of blankets and pillows, and her body was covered up with the sweater Peter had been wearing. 

He smiled at her as she gestured for him to join her in the nest she had built, which was rare for an omega to do. The two slept in each other’s arms as Natasha and May, who had gotten there halfway through the encounter, peeked in on them. “So you aren’t really dating her dad are you?” May questioned quietly as they looked upon the sleeping teenagers.

“No, but Dan isn’t even sure he’s her dad so it’s an easy lie. She believes it enough. C’mon, I’ll set up a movie. I’m guessing you’ll wanna stay here for the next few days anyway.”

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Injury

Of the many things Jason Todd was, pussy was not on the list. However, fool wasn’t there either, and he considered it foolish of him to hang around Dr. Emma. Seriously, it was like being stuck on a Grey’s Anatomy drama from Hell! And his fiancée was from Hell, so he’d been there! Done That! Was not keen on going back. Unless it was after Raven.

Grumbling to himself he struggled into a wheelchair; jarring his ribs, shoulder and knee painfully; but the tug on his stitches hurt the most; annoying him the most. But triumphantly in a chair he huffed out a heavy breath as he pulled out the IV and started to the hall. Sneaking around in a wheelchair though he should’ve known would be difficult; all he needed to do was get away from Dr. Legally Blonde and out the door and he’d be home free. From there he could navigate his way to the nearest subway; stairs were going to be a bitch; and get home. Rae would have the keys, he knew today was her day at work, but in this damn chair he was sure they’d get home at the same time.

Everything would be fine!

It wasn’t like he was going to bleed out or something right here.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Stephanie was actually enjoying her time with Raven as they walked to the hospital.

“Jason’s going to be surprised to see us!” Stephanie giggled. Today she was helping her brother’s fiancée spring him from the hospital, and then getting him home where the apartment was all decorated. She had cornered Raven about that the other day and insisted Jason have a huge grand welcome home party. Raven had patiently endured this, Stephanie knew she was treading dangerously on the edges of Raven’s seemingly infinite patience with these last minute preparations for Jason’s home coming.

“I think we’ll be lucky if he’s still in the hospital,” Raven muttered rubbing her temples as they walked into the lobby.

“Well, it’s not our fault that he’s nosocomephobic,” Stephanie pointed out.

“What?”

“You know, fear of hospitals.”

“I think you mean fear of a doctor, one in particular, also his extreme dislike of opioids,” Raven said.

“You know I’m surprised that he didn’t rappel his way out of here,” Stephanie admitted.

“I told him if he did that I’d send Artemis to be his nurse while he recovered.”

“You are terrifying, woman,” Stephanie muttered as they got into the elevator.

“I’ve been dating this man for years, I have learned to have a firm hand and massive black mail on my side to get what I want,” Raven mused.

“See, and here I thought you’d just use your female wiles on him!”

“Bribing him with sex only works for short term,” Raven answered.

“TMI.”

“You thought I used my female wiles on him.”

“Point taken, point taken. But I was thinking more of the empathy route,” Stephanie said.

“What makes you think the sex doesn’t involve the empathy route?” Raven challenged.

“I want to know and I don’t want to know,” she muttered as she eyed the demoness over suspiciously. Raven’s lips curved into a small smile as they rode the elevator up to where Jason was. The doors dinged as they opened, rolling open dramatically to a seen of absolute chaos; of which she did not create!

“Get back here!” Dr. Emma Montique shouted.

“NEVER!” her brother bellowed as he turned a corner, skittering on one wheel. “Hold the elevator!” Jason shouted as he rolled in, slamming into the back wall at full force, Raven caught his chair, Stephanie slammed her finger on the first button she could reach as the doors rolled shut. She heard the doc slam into them as the elevator pulled up.

“Hey little bird, here for a prison break!?” Jason grinned charmingly up at his irate fiancée, and Stephanie bit her lip to keep from laughing as the little muscle by Rae’s nose and cheek started to twitch as her lips stayed in a firm straight line. Jason reached up and pulled Raven down to him as he kissed her hard on the lips before looking over at her.

“Hey Steph,” Jason greeted.

“I think your wife’s about to have an aneurism,” Stephanie whispered, she saw Raven’s second eyes emerge; both her left eyes were twitching as the elevator continued up.

“Love, your eyes.”

Raven’s fingers twitched and she looked on the verge of strangling Jason.

“Dude, I think you broke your wife.” Stephanie whispered as Raven’s emotions rattled the metal box they were in and the lights flickered a bit.

“She’s not my wife,” Jason hissed back.

“Her eyes aren’t receding,” she whispered. Raven’s eyes flickered between bright red and black as she glared at Jason.

“You. Had. One. Job. Jason. ONE!” Raven hissed dangerously low.

“I’m fine!” Jason defended, Stephanie noticed the red blooming on his abdomen then.

“Oh? You’re fine? Then You’re Lucky We’re Near The Morgue! I’m Gonna Kill You!” Raven snarled as she slammed her fist on the button to return to his former floor. She looked human again and Stephanie weakly hung onto the railing in the elevator as Raven’s fury became obvious.

“Fuck!” Jason yelped as Raven’s powers had the elevator dropping out and the doors flying open as she grabbed that wheel chair and dragged him after her.

“You get your injured ass back in that bed Jason Peter Todd Or I will tie you down and keep you there until four doctors approve of you coming home! Raven snapped.

“I’m fine!” he argued.

“You just had major knee surgery! Your ass is not going anywhere but back to your damn room!” Raven snapped.

“RAE!” Jason protested.

“Don’t you little bird me! I will send you to Hell!” Raven snapped.

“Fuck me!”

“I had plans to!” Raven growled.

“TMI!” Stephanie balked.

“Spoiler Alerts! I have sex, lots of sex with my fiancé! Get over it!” Raven growled.

“Dude…” Stephanie glared at Jason who shrugged as Raven dragged him along behind her.

“You can’t behave for five minutes! I should’ve known better!” Raven muttered. “Fucking Batshit Batty Bats!”

“Is this normal?” she whispered.

“It’s a RobRae thing,” Jason shrugged.

“You’re worse! Worse than Dick! And Tim! And Damian COMBINED! I can’t even get you to stay in the damn hospital! As a Civilian! Alfred deserves sainthood for putting up with this batshit nonsense! And I’m a demon saying that!” Raven muttered.

“Rae?”

“WHAT!?” she spun Jason around on her with impressive skills, and Stephanie thought Jason was dead now. Instead Jason caught Raven’s face, dragged her down and kissed her hard as he pulled her onto his lap.

“I’m fine,” he promised.

“Jason Todd,” Dr. Emma Montique appeared, frazzled and with a syringe.

“Gotta go!” Stephanie grabbed the handles of that wheelchair as she ran them down the hall. “Prison Break!”

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No Escape (Kate, Peter, Oh My)

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After listening to both Scott and Derek arguing about the Argent that they have been with or trying to get I left them both. I went to visit an old friend in hopes that maybe just being close by someone else would take my mind off the fact that Kate and Derek had been together.

I arrived at the hospital and avoid everyone that might recognize and tell my mother. I went to his room to find that he wasn't in the room. I was about to open the door to the bathroom in the room when a nurse came in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was here to see Peter. Where is he?"

She glared at me before replying, "He was taken to run some test on. You are?"

"Family. When will he be returned?"

"When they are done him. What family of his beside is nephew everyone else died."

I growled, "Not all of us were at the house with Peter."

"Who are you?"

I was about to speak again when I felt him and smelled him. I relaxed as I saw another nurse wheeling him in. I noticed the scent of the nurse beside me was jealousy I turned to her and saw the way she looked at Peter. I rolled my eyes at her and put my hand on her shoulder.

"I'm his niece." Well, not really but I thought it might help me stay in the room a bit.

The nurse relaxed and walked away from me but looked at Peter as she and the other nurse left the room. I walked over to Peter and pushed him towards the window and sat in the chair to the left of the window. I looked at the window knowing that he couldn't talk to me and enjoyed the silenced. I remembered all the times when he was my shoulder to cry on when Chris was away.

"You know if you weren't like this, Peter. You would tell me that I could do so much better than Derek or Chris." I sighed as I stood up, "Derek claimed me already, I bare the Hale mark."

I turned to look at Peter and walked over to kissed his cheek "I really wish you would heal faster so we could talk again."

I left the hospital and as I got into my car I got a text from Kate.

Kate ~I heard that you went to visit a wolf.

I rolled my eyes.

Sara ~ Which one would that be? I know a few. :P

Kate ~ Haha, my ex. although I saw you leave the Uncle's room.

Sara ~ Really? Can't I talk to family? You know how close I am to them. Hunter or not they are my family as well.

Kate ~ Chris order us to keep a close eye on you. This Alpha wants you and we need to keep you safe.

Sara ~ Then how about we go train somewhere and you can help me work out some of my stress. Chris needs to grow a pair and tell everyone that I can take care of myself.

Kate ~ Lead the way I'll follow. If Chris had grown a pair he would have chosen you.

I rolled my eyes hating myself for playing nice with Kate. But here I was driving out to the woods so that we could train for a bit. I was glad that I had a bag in my car with work out clothes.  I parked the car and got into my back seat and changed I found a tie and put my hair up in a messing bun.

As I stepped out Kate drove up and parked.

"I thought you were following me," I said with a smirk when she got out.

"I figure where you would go and went home to change. You want to talk."

"No. Ready I figured we can run before we use weapons."

"Chris said we shouldn't do too much and stick to just running," she said.

"He doesn't trust me since Victoria and I trained with weapons. I know you well enough to know you never listen to a thing he tells you."

I saw her smirk and went to her trunk and got out crossbows. We took off running after we slung the weapons over our shoulders. Everything was going great until later that night when we were walking back to our cars. I felt it close by and Kate saw my eyes change.

"The Alpha is close, Kate."

She pulled out her gun and tried to see where it was. I noticed that something was familiar about this Alpha but I was hoping I was wrong. I prayed that I was wrong. Hate told me we needed to go once my eyes went back to normal. I was lost in my own thought that I didn't notice that she was on the phone.

"What's going on?"

"The Alpha killed again but left behind two alive."

"So where are we going?"

"You are going home to help your mother with your brother and I am going to see what I can do about this Alpha came close enough to affect you."

"Affect me?"

"Yeah, I think the closer he gets to you he can gain control over you."

I growled, as I stormed over to my car and as I started up my car Kate knocked on my window. I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

"What Kate?"

"I think until it is safer you need to stay home and only come out when Chris or I looking for his Beta's, in fact, you can come with me tomorrow to find out if Derek is one of them."

"He's not. He would have told me when we buried his sister."

"You sure about that."

I looked off and pretend to think that she might have a point.

"I'll go with you but promise me we won't hurt him."

"I make no promise."

I left after that and go home in time to see Scott climbing into his room. I got my bag and walked into the house and when I reached my room I was pinned to the wall. I pushed Derek off me and closed my door. I walked into my bathroom and turned on my shower. I walked back to my room to grab my clothes and I found him on my bed sitting.

"Where were you?"

"Training."

"You smell like my Uncle."

"Well, I did go to visit him before training. But I never touched..."

"What?"

"The nurse said they took him to get some test done. Could he be waking up?"

"I'll go check on him. Shower, I'll be here when you get out."

I took off my shirt in front of him, "Or you could join me."

I heard him groan as I went to pull down my yoga pants just as I reached the door. Leaning my head out I saw him move around a bit in my desk chair for comfort. "You know a shower could help you relax."

"Sara!" He growled in warning.

I laughed and got into the shower and once I was done I got into my bed where I found him already asleep. Once settled in a leaned over him and kissed his lips only to be startled by him as he flipped me on to my back.  I allowed myself to relax under his touch and enjoying our little peace. He never took it any further than a heated make out until tonight. He surprised me when his kisses lead down my stomach and he began removing my underwear.

"Derek?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Always."

He smirked and continued leaving kisses as he slowly removed my underwear and as he returned back up to stop at my core. I looked down to see his eyes turn blue and he closed his eyes to gain control and his breathing was a good tease.

"Derek, I trust you," I whispered.

That got his attention and the next thing I knew he was sucking on my clit and using his fingers to rubbing the outside lips of my pussy.

"Derek."

I heard him growl just before slowly sliding a finger inside me. It was a new experience and I tense up in which Derek noticed and he stopped his sucking and whispered to me to relax. He began again this time he didn't stop and enjoyed ever sound that he got me to make. I knew I couldn't get too loud and it wasn't easy but I was happy to experience this with him. At the end he had me moaning his name. He got up and went clean himself off in my bathroom while I laid there in a haze of pleasure.

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