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[hersie44]

Hey! I saw that you write Carol so I had to immediately follow. Do you mind writing some domestic fluff with her? No smut, but maybe js flirty. :)

Hey Anon! I am absolutely down for some domestic fluff with Carol because she like...just deserves a break honestly. She's definitely the type to have a rough mission and then come home to her wife. So here you go!

Coming Home

Type: Fluff

Ship: Carol Danvers x fem!reader.

Note: Also apologies if this is short, I'm writing this in the middle of another fic that I'm working on. Word count: 585.

Carol was tired, beyond tired. She didn’t know how many more missions she could do before her head exploded. She missed home. She missed her wife. Her wife…the one waiting for her back on earth. The one that has been keeping her sane for the last few years since the Blip, a total sweetheart that Carol couldn’t ignore. “Screw it.” She muttered to herself as she flew her ship home, an ache in her heart that only her wife could fix right now. There was a desperate need in her mind, to just lay her head on her wife’s stomach and let her play with her hair until she fell asleep. Her wife fed into her fantasies, the fantasy of being a normal couple with normal jobs so that they can come home to each other every night. But in reality, she hadn’t been home in a few months and the video calls had stopped being enough after the first day.

The moment the ship landed she rushed to the door of the farmhouse, slamming the door open as if it was purposely blocking her way from seeing the love of her life. She heard a little squeak from the living room, it was dark, and the only light was coming from the television that her wife was currently sitting in front of. “Carol?” Her gorgeous wife sat up in a panic, her eyes wide as she stared at Carol in shock. Meanwhile, Carol was staring at her in awe. Her hair was a bit messy; she was wearing one of Carol’s shirts with some pyjama shorts and she had clearly been on the verge of sleep.

“Hey love…” Carol visibly relaxed, walking over to the couch before scooping her up in her arms. She smiled, her hands on her wife’s thighs as she sat on the couch before pulling her into a breath-taking kiss. Her wife’s surprised moan was music to her ears.

She kissed her as if she had been starved of affection her whole life, which is what it felt like during the time they were apart. Her lips moved down to her jaw, her throat and then finally she pressed a long kiss just over her heart. “I missed you. I needed to come home.” Carol muttered quietly against her skin, her arms wrapping around her wife possessively. She could hear her giggling before she felt arms wrapping around her shoulders. “I missed you too, captain. Welcome home.” A shiver went down her spine as she felt a kiss on the crown of her head, her arms tightening around this angel’s waist.

“You know what else I missed?” She rested her head on her chest, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. “What?” Carol’s grin widened as her wife’s eyebrow raised in curiosity, however it dropped the moment she sealed her lips with hers once again. “Your lips…”

“Your nose…” She kissed her nose next.

“Your cheeks.” She pressed her lips against each cheek before smacking her behind, a little squeak leaving her lover’s lips. “Both pairs.” She laughed, and it was like hearing a goddess’s voice for the first time. Carol rarely laughed these days, but with this woman in her arms it was like breathing. Her smile was bright even in this dark time, her smile, her wife’s smile was everything to her. She could lose everything, the house, the farm, her ship, her powers but as long as she had this woman then everything would be fine.

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Come Home (Kitty Leon Kennedy X Reader)

Characters included: Leon Kennedy.

Requested: No but it's for a friend.

Type: Reader insert (No use of (Y/N).), first person POV. Fluff.

Description: Leon is cat boy and loves getting your affection, he eagerly awaits your return everyday.

Word count: 1.8K

Work sucked today, as it did any day that I have to be away from home longer than I’m supposed to. I was ready to leave at my usual time when the police chief dropped more paperwork on my desk.

‘Has to be done before you leave.’ He huffed before walking away. Why? Because he clearly left it until the last minute for me to do, that lazy old fuck. I was just the receptionist, but I may as well be a rookie with how much casework I’ve had to fill out and help with.

I only left at 11pm, six hours later than when I’m supposed to. Leon must be worried sick, most likely pacing back and forth in front of the door while he waited for me. I should have used the landline at my desk to call home, but I didn’t want to hear his little pleading voice, asking me ever so nicely to come home and leave all that work for tomorrow. He has no idea how much of an effect that sweet voice has on me, all he wants is my attention and who am I to deny a cutie like him?

When I finally reached my front door and unlocked it the door swung open, all I saw was a blur of blonde hair before I was picked up and spun around.

“You’re home!” There was that sweet voice that I loved, a giggle escapes my lips as he nuzzles his face into my neck. His perked-up ears tickled my cheek, his lips caressing, kissing my neck with each passing moment.

“I’m sorry my baby, I had to work a bit longer today because of the chief.” I tried to console him, but he wouldn’t let go, he kissed and nuzzled me until I gave up and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands then moved to my thighs and picked me up properly, carrying me into the house. He trudged right past the couch that had been pushed up to the window, I giggle as I can imagine Leon sitting there with his ears perked up and watching out of the window while he waits for me to get home.

That’s when I noticed how much his tail was flicking back and forth, he was a bit annoyed. My poor baby.

“I don’t like him; you should be home with me.” There was a pout on his lips, his ocean blue eyes staring into mine. Even when he was upset, he always looked at me like I hung the moon and the stars, this kitty loved me with all his heart and couldn’t bare being away from me.

“I know Leon, I want to be home with you but if I don’t work then I can’t feed you.” I kissed his forehead in an attempt to soothe him again.

“Don’t need food, just need you.” He whined and whimpered. Before I could react to his words he placed me on the counter in the bathroom, he got on his knees in front of me and started undoing the laces on my shoes.

“I’ll take care of you, always.” He takes off my shoes and socks before turning around, he crawls towards the bathtub and opens the taps to fill it with water. His tail was still flicking back and forth but this time in excitement, he loved baths unlike most cats, but I think that’s because he gets to sit next to the bath and help me relax.

“Awwwww, you’re such a sweetheart.” He loved it when I praised him, and he knew what came next. When he crawled back to me, I scratched behind his ears which elicited a loud purr from him, he buried his face in my stomach just letting me massage his head. He lived for praise and affection, and I loved giving it, he was the perfect cat for me after all.

“Do you need a massage my goddess?” Oh hell, he was laying it on thick tonight. He calls me that all the time but when he looks up at me with that begging expression, it’s all over. He loves giving me massages, washing my hair, playing with my hair, anything he can do to have the smallest contact with me.

“Yes please, my baby.” I kissed his forehead which made his ears glue themselves to the top of his head, his whole body relaxing at the simple gesture.

It took him a moment to calm himself clearly, even the littlest kisses from me makes his mind mush. Once he recollected his thoughts he unbuttoned my jeans, pulling the tight fabric down my legs. He left little kisses on my thighs as they were exposed, little moans of enjoyment escaping him. Then he removed my shirt, followed along by my underwear.

This cat was too sweet to me, the way his cheeks turned bright red when he looked at me completely naked. It wasn’t sexual or lustful, it was all adoration and love. I could expose my shoulder and he’d have the same blush.

“You’re so beautiful, I love you so much.” My heart swelled at his words, my smile making his tail flick back and forth in happiness. His ears twitched slightly as he picked me up, his hands still resting on my hips as he placed me in the hot water. My whole body relaxed once I was in the bath, my hand reaching up and caressing his cheek.

“I love you too my pretty boy.” I leaned in and gave a quick kiss to his lips, a delightful purr leaving him as I do so. Oh, he was so pretty when he clung to me, took care of me like I was all that mattered to him in the world.

“Gonna wash your hair now my goddess.” He smiled sweetly before grabbing the attached showerhead, turning it on and waiting for it to get to the perfect temperature. I leaned my head back and sighed as the warm water washed over my head, his fingers running through my locks just after the water dampened it.

“You’re the best part about coming home Leon, you know that?” I hummed out the praise, I didn’t even need to open my eyes to know there was a blush on his face. I could hear his loud purring as he massaged the shampoo into my hair.

“Can I have kisses then? Please my goddess…” Oh his begging was so cute, who was I to say no? I gave him a little nod and his lips were on mine within a second. He released a breath that he was probably holding in since I got in the bath, his fingers caressing my cheeks before he turns the kiss more passionate.

We were both breathless as we exchanged kisses, it felt a bit sloppy and needy, but it felt right. I was his addiction, and he was equally mine.

His lips then slowly trailed down to my neck, his sharp teeth nipping at my skin which forced a satisfied moan out of me. He was marking me as per usual, my possessive little kitty just needs to make sure everyone knows that I’m his.

“Baby, let’s finish my bath and get in bed.” That made him even more giddy, if there was one thing this cat loved just as much as kisses, it was cuddles. He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and left me to wash the rest of my body while he went to fetch my pyjamas, which consisted of my underwear and one of his shirts.

I got out of the bath, drying myself off with a fluffy towel. Leon walked back in soon after, a smile on his face as he looked at me. He helped me dry off my hair before slipping his shirt over my head, he got on his knees and lifted my underwear over my legs. I had my hands on his shoulders so that I didn’t lose balance.

“What did I do to deserve you?” I asked quietly, my hands moving to cup his cheeks. As our eyes locked, I noticed how confused he looked at the question, his hands massaging my hips as he thought about an answer.

“You saved me…of course you deserve me.” He leaned forward, planting kisses on my stomach before standing up. He lifted me by my thighs again, my legs wrapping around his waist before he walked towards our bedroom.

“You saved me Leon, if you weren’t here then I’d have no one to come home to. No one to love.” My lips pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.

“Then we saved each other so no more doubting that you deserve me.” He laid me down on the bed, his body on top of mine. With his head rested on my chest I played with his beautiful blond hair, the purrs leaving him making my whole body vibrate. I thought he would be tired since we were up far past his bedtime, but he was too focused on spending time with me, he needed a set amount of affection before he could relax.

His tail lazily flicked, his hands pawing at my hips and thighs like they were his favourite yarn ball. This was the perfect end to a long day, a day I would happily do over again if it meant it would always end up like this.

“…I got accepted into the police academy.” Leon broke the silence, his voice just above a whisper. I had completely forgotten that he had signed up.

“Oh! Well done, my baby. I’m so proud of you.” I squished his cheeks before kissing his lips repeatedly, leaving a giant grin on his face when I pulled back.

“Then I can see you all day when I start working, I’ll make sure to be a good boy for you there too.” I couldn’t help but giggle at that, I can only imagine my cat boy as a rookie that was in love with the station’s receptionist. He wouldn’t be able to hide how happy he is to see me; he’d be attached to my hip all day when he got the chance.

“I’m sure you will be, I’ll support you all the way.” I nuzzled my nose against his, his cheeks now a bright red again. His ears twitched before hiding his face in my chest again, my poor kitty was now shy. “Get some sleep, we’ll have to go shopping tomorrow for your uniform.” I felt him nod before closing my eyes, relaxing with one hand in his hair and the other on his back.

"Does that mean you're taking the day off?" I could hear the excitement in his voice, spending the whole day with me was like an early Christmas for him. I gave him a small nod which resulted in several kisses smothering my cheek and lips.

“Goodnight my goddess, I love you…” He definitely wasn't going to sleep now that he was excited, but he knew I needed rest. He rested his chin on my shoulder, I could feel the loving stare radiating from him.

“I love you too, my pretty boy.”

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Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 2480 words

warning: Strong language used, SMUT (Oral - Female receiving, P in V and dominance kink, slight choking kink), 18+ content. Minors do not interact.

Note: Sorry for no chapters these last few weeks, I am terrible at time keeping honestly. I was also dying from a lung infection for a month or so but I lived so here we are.

Chapter Four: Final Chapter.

A drive to Mexico was definitely on my date list but not to save a kid from becoming a “monster.”  Derek has been silent the whole trip, hand on my thigh while I play with his fingers. I could tell that he was worried, there was nothing we could do as humans besides shoot things, I guess that’s why Derek had a handgun in my lap.

It made me nervous, having a weapon in my lap. Something about the thought of killing someone or something is making my stomach turn in knots, not in a good way. But this was Derek’s pack in some way, he'd deny it if I said it out loud, but he was never made to be a lone wolf. His mom, his sisters wouldn't want him to end up all alone. I wouldn't want him to be alone.

“It’s okay, Scott is strong.” I finally spoke and I could see Derek’s eyes glance at me before focusing back on the road, his hand squeezed my thigh in response.

"Derek...please say something." I pleaded, I hadn't heard his voice in hours, and it put me on edge. Were we really going to be okay without any supernatural abilities?

"You'll be safe. I promise." His hand moved away from my thigh and gripped my hand, our fingers lacing together. Then there was silence again...

When we got close to the temple there was a lot of people, hunters I was assuming. Derek stopped the car a bit further away, the breath he was holding in finally left his lungs. That was when he looked at me, his hand gripping the gun tightly before placing it in my hands.

“Keep yourself safe, don’t leave the car. Promise me.” He was looking directly into my eyes, and I could see the silent plea in them.

‘Don’t leave me, don’t die.’

I nodded. Somehow, I knew that if something happened to him, I would run in without a thought, I knew that he knew that too. But he didn’t make me say that promise, he sealed my lips with his instead. It felt different, not like our usual kisses that sent a delicious sensation up my spine. It felt like a good-bye.

When he pulled back, he moved me into the backseat, making me lie down and covering me with a blanket. It was hard to breathe, an elephant sitting on my chest that got heavier with each soft caress of my skin from him.

He lifted his hand away from me and I instinctively grabbed it. My heart was pounding in my ears, adrenaline rushing through my veins.

"You have to promise to be safe too, I can't lose you. I just got you back, Derek. Please." He smiled slightly, leaning down, and pecking my lips.

"You know I struggle to keep promises. But...how about I promise to come back to you, no matter what. I will come back to you, I promise." I nodded; I was satisfied with that. He will come back; he will come back. I repeated that to myself over and over again.

Then his hand left me, the door of the car closed and then there was silence. A deafening silence. His presence wasn’t there to keep me company, to keep my mind away from all the terrible things that could happen to the kids. That could happen to him. I started to count the seconds…

1…2…3…

I heard the voices in the distance getting louder…

4…5…6…

There were several gun shots going off…

7…8…9…

I sat up, looking in the distance at the temple. There stood a blonde in front of Derek, but then she changed. Shifted into something that I didn’t recognize, then she pounced on him. I screamed, banging on the car door, and pulling on the handle to try and open it but it wouldn’t budge. Without thinking I lifted my legs, kicking the back window as hard as possible. I kicked and kicked, then finally it launched off the car and I crawled out.

I ran towards them, my heart pounding in my ears. I was too late. Derek laid there bloody, his hand on his stomach and breathing heavily with the woman, the monster in front of him. It was like it sensed me, it turned around and that was when my blood ran cold.

“Kate…” Her eyes roamed all over me, a chill going up my spine as she grinned.

“Hey bestie, long time no see.” As she stalked towards me, I held up the gun, she paused and feigned a sad look.

“Really? A guy over your best friend? What happened to letting me have him?” I gritted my teeth; I remembered that promise. That she had liked him for longer than I did, so I was a good friend and promised to help them get together. After hearing what she did, I’ve regretted that every single moment. I hate her.

I hate her.

One gun shot went off.

Then two, then three. I saw red, I didn’t stop firing as she bolted towards me, she tackled me, and we went to the ground. Her sharp claws were digging into my skin, holding my arms in place.

“You’re such a bitch, fucking backstabber. You shot me over a guy!” I moved my legs and kicked her off me, getting up and hitting her in the face with the gun, she growled and pounced for me again. I punched her in the face, managing to catch her off guard and making her stumble back. I had a lump in my throat, Derek was dying or already dead because of her. His family was dead because of her, I felt something in myself snap as I walked towards her. I picked up the gun again and pointed it at her. No, not her.

This wasn't the Kate I knew; the Kate I knew was fake. She was never my friend, she used to me get close to Derek. To kill him and his family, I will never forgive her for that. I hope she burns in the deepest depths of whatever hell the afterlife has to offer. I hope the Hale family gets to watch her beg for forgiveness before she burns for the rest of eternity, so she can feel what she did to them.

But before I could pull the trigger a dark shadow slammed into her, knocking her to the side. I looked down and saw a wolf standing in front of me, growling at her. I took the chance to look over where Derek was, but to my surprise he was gone.

"Derek?" The wolf huffed as I called out his name, suddenly my grief left my body. He didn't die, he was standing right in front of me. As a wolf.

The wolf, Derek, lunged at Kate. I felt my rage turn into happiness, but a smile took over my lips.

“That’s what you deserve, bitch.” I spat out, watching as he tore her apart. I hoped his family was proud of him, he finally got revenge for the things she did to them. May they now rest in peace.

When it was over, Derek shifted back. I blinked a few times, then red decorated my cheeks. He was naked, completed naked. Though I didn’t have long to admire him, his arms were around me before I could shout at him to cover up. My face was buried in his chest, breathing in his delicious and familiar scent.

“I’m glad you’re safe.” He whispered to me, his hands finding a way under my shirt. His fingers gripping my bare waist tightly. I smiled.

“I’m glad you’re alive and…a wolf?” I glanced up at him, he had a wolfish grin on his face. He has clearly gotten his werewolf abilities back and was ecstatic about it.

“I evolved.” He leans down, kissing my neck.

“Derek…what about Scott?” I bit my lip, his touch was driving me crazy, but we were here for the kids. Not to get his wolf abilities back and then fuck.

“Over here.” I looked over at the entrance to the cave and sighed in relief, there were the kids. Scott, Stiles and two girls that I didn’t recognise but was nevertheless happy to see safe.

“Good.” Without a second thought Derek picked up and threw me over his shoulder, I laughed and screamed a goodbye to the kids who were all fake gagging and laughing.

When we arrived back at the loft, Derek pinned me against the door and kissed me. I let out a moan against his lips, his tongue invading my mouth as soon as my lips parted. His one hand gripped my hair, the other ripping my jeans down the front. His lips moved down to my neck, leaving hickey after hickey on any exposed skin he could find.

“I’ve been waiting for this.” He growled into the crook of my neck, his hands gripping my thighs and lifting me up against the door.

"I don't believe you." I grinned, a defiant look in my eyes as he stared down at me.

"Show me how much you want this."

His eyes changed colour, that deep blue that I saw in the wolf’s eyes appeared and that’s when I knew I was in trouble. With one swoop he ripped my underwear off and lifted me up further, my thighs rested on his shoulders before he buried his face between them.

His tongue flattened against my slit, moving up towards my clit. He let out a low groan, his fingers digging into my thighs.

“Already so wet for me, huh love?” He looked up at me, his tongue swirling around my clit like he was licking the icing off of a cupcake. The way he held me close, the soft groans and growls he let out was driving me more insane than his tongue. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair tugging on them as his tongue moved down to my entrance, my eyes rolling back as he pushed it in.

“Derek!” His right hand gripped my ass and smacked it hard, a loud moan leaving my lips after the contact. His tongue moved expertly inside me, brushing all the right places just as his left hand decided to join his mouth. His index finger found my clit, circling it. Playing with the sensitive bud. Each little movement building me higher until-

He pulls back. I looked down at him in a daze, my chest heaving but not as much as it should be.

“You wanna tease me? Then you only get to cum on my dick.” I was about to protest when he gripped my thighs again, he walked over to his bed and threw me down on it. I left out a little huff and sat up to protest again, that was when his hand wrapped around my throat.

“I know you want to be good for me, so take off my jeans and boxers. I promise to make you cum if you listen.” A shot of arousal went through my body, he sounded so commanding, and I loved it. I loved having him take control.

My hands made quick work of his jeans; the palm of my right hand pressed against his bulge. He let out a low moan, his eyes focused on me as I leaned forward. I could tell he was aching to be inside me, that he probably hasn’t slept with someone in a while. I pulled down his boxers and kisses his tip, licking it lightly which made him hiss and push me down onto the bed. I was pinned, his hand around my throat.

“You are so much of a tease, you know that?” His free hand pushed my thighs apart, “Keep them open, you move them, and I will stop.”

Despite the rough tone he took on, he lightly pressed his tip against my entrance. My breath hitched in the moment, having him slowly push into me felt like I had reached euphoria. His teasing from earlier made me eager and sensitive, he knew that. I could see that he enjoyed the look of pure lust on my face, he leaned down with his free hand propping him up as he began to thrust.

“Fuck…you feel so good around me.” His grip on my throat tightened, restricting just enough oxygen to my brain to make me see stars with each stroke from his dick. He reached heavenly places inside me, knowing how to angle each thrust to hit that delicious spot that had me moaning his name like a prayer.

“Derek…please…” I managed to stutter out a plea as the pleasure continued to build up in my body, that was when his hand left my throat and found it’s way to my lower back. He lifted me up easily and started to thrust faster, practically pounding into me. I clung to him, my nails dragging down his back. Another groan left his lips as he kissed and nipped at my neck, his muscles tightening under his touch.

“Together baby…” I barely held in a scream as I met my climax, my vision blurring while my mind was filled with fog. But I felt it, his seed releasing inside me before his hips stilled. Oh, and it was the most mind-blowing feeling, being claimed as his in such a way.

We were both silent for a moment, only the sound of us breathing filling the air. Then he laid on his side, his arms pulling me with him. He cradled me against him, one hand in my hair and the other wrapped securely around my waist. His thumb drew shapes on my hip, his lips pressing lingering kisses on my jaw and cheek.

“Are you okay?” He spoke softly, as if not to disturb the tender moment that we were having.

“You mean…after the amazing sex or everything else that happened today?” He chuckled, his fingers lifting my chin so that our eyes met.

“Both.” I smiled.

“Yeah…I’m just really happy that we didn’t lose each other again.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against mine.

“Me too. But you know you’re mine now, right?” I laughed, my hands cupping his face.

“You suck at asking people out, Hale.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I bought you books, took you to Mexico and fucked you good. How do I suck?”

“Okay…fine, it was pretty great besides the part where I thought you died.” I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, looking down at him. “But ask me properly.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He smiled up at me, his hands on my hips. He knew I couldn’t resist him when he smiled.

“I thought you’d never ask.” I laughed and leaned down, sealing our long-awaited relationship with a kiss.

THE END.

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Teen Wolf Scenarios #1

Note: This is something short I'm doing while working on the next chapter, had to take a break due to health issues.

Characters included: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey and Liam Dunbar.

Scenario #1: How the teen wolf boys kiss you.

Derek Hale:

Derek is definitely the hot and heavy kisser, either gripping your neck or gripping your hair. He’s not very into PDA but if he’s jealous then he doesn’t care who’s around, he’s definitely kissing you until you beg him to stop or begging to continue it somewhere more private. Will have a smirk on his face as you pull him towards his car.

In his softer moments, like if you’re having a bad day or got hurt, he’s gently cupping your face and pecking your lips repeatedly. He adores that the gesture makes you smile no matter what. He will also press quick kisses to your cheek when he walks past in the loft, he's obsessed with the blush that appears on your cheeks when he does it.

Scott McCall:

A shy boy, definitely quick kisses in public and cheek kisses only. He may be an alpha but he’s still very respectful, you will have to initiate a longer kiss if you want one in public. INFINITE FOREHEAD KISSES THOUGH.

In private though? Scott can’t keep his lips to himself, his lips barely leave yours for a breath before he’s on yours again. Definitely has long make-out sessions with you in his room and is definitely down to make-out on his bike. Both will definitely turn into something else though.

Stiles Stilinski:

He’s touch starved, do not expect anything less than him begging to kiss you anywhere and everywhere. Highly possible that if you’re dating then he’s not even going to ask, he just kisses you. With his friends? Arm around you, kissing your lips, forehead, cheek, whatever he can get close to. Your friends? Doesn’t care, will do the same thing. Everyone will be complaining except the two of you.

In private? He’s worse. He’s feral. If his dad isn’t home then you’re making out on the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, or even probably one time in his dad’s office. DEFINITELY making-out in the jeep, you straddling his lap and his hands on your thighs or ass. If he can then he’s getting action, not that you mind though.

Isaac Lahey:

THE SWEETEST BOY, he’s kissing you all the time. Long, sweet kisses. After losing his first love he’s going to be clingy, kissing your cheek and your forehead whenever he can. He loves when you kiss him and it leaves a lipstick mark, he is not letting anyone clean it off.

Behind closed doors, he’s absolutely devouring your lips. He’s addicted to them, comments about how he loves the taste of them. He is leaving hickey after hickey where everyone can see them, and smiling like an idiot if you complain.

Liam Dunbar:

He is clueless but affectionate, he blushes whenever you kiss him even if it’s just on the cheek. But he will also have the biggest smile on his face. He kisses your neck when you cuddle or when he holds you from behind, he loves that it makes you smile and laugh because it’s slightly ticklish.

In private he needs a bit of direction; he asks what you like and if he can kiss you. Once you say yes then he’s kissing you like this is the last thing he will ever get to do. Hands on your waist until he gets more confident then he’s squeezing your ass, he likes to kiss and bite your neck and is very proud when he sees the marks the next day.

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Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 2034 words

warning: Strong language used.

Note: Sorry for no chapters these last few weeks, I was writing exams for university. Hopefully I will return to regular updates now! :)

Chapter Three.

 There was something so surreal about getting ready for a date with Derek Hale, if someone had asked me in high school if we were ever going to date, I would look at them like they had grown two heads. I had probably gone through my whole closet by now, looking for the perfect date outfit. Derek had said to wear something comfortable, that we were doing something he knew I would like.

That was a lot of confidence for a man who hadn't seen me in years, then again even now he knew me like the back of his hand. When I finally settled on jeans and a nice blouse, I heard a knock at the window. Usually when you hear a knock at your window in the middle of the night, you would jump six feet into the air, but I knew better.

I peeked out and saw a familiar handsome face, I smiled and opened the window. There he was, Derek Hale. Kneeling on my roof with a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

"I thought we don't sneak into each other's houses anymore?" I laughed quietly as his free hand gripped my waist, dropping the flowers so he can hold onto the window.

"I thought you would appreciate some nostalgia." He kissed me, a sweet 'hello' kiss that would make any girl melt. I held onto his shoulders as he pulled away, smiling up at him like a lovesick puppy.

"Ready, sunshine?" I nodded, at a loss for words upon hearing his old nickname for me. He lifted me up into his embrace before gently jumping down onto the grass. My house was two stories tall, but even without his werewolf abilities it didn't look like he broke a sweat doing that.

I looked back at the window, wondering why I never questioned how he could climb around so easily when we were in high school. He snuck into my room every night since my grandparents were strict, and then he would make himself at home in my bed so we could do homework together before going to sleep. He would sneak out again at the crack of dawn, so that my grandparents wouldn’t see him in my room when they came to wake me up.

“Where are we going?” I squeezed his hand to get his attention on me, he had been staring at the forest behind my house for a long moment.

“You’ll see.” He smiled. I feel like he could get away with murder with that smile, I would let him.

“You know I don’t like surprises.”

“Too bad, you’ll have to like this one.” I huffed, of course he would still have the same cocky attitude. I thought he changed but when Derek is comfortable, he’s still that cocky kid that I knew and loved back in the day. However, now his actions had more control over me. The moment he kissed my cheek my attitude dropped, when he started walking down the street, I had all but mindlessly followed him.

Maybe I was reading too much into it but as we walked, I could feel his muscles tensing. His thumb constantly caressed the back of my hand, he kept me close like something could happen at any moment. However, I didn’t want to ruin this moment between us. I would never get a first date with him again and I was not about to pass it up. I’ll just have to try and take his mind off whatever is bothering him.

“Derbear, remember when we stole that stop sign?” I pointed down the street, where there was still no stop sign. He chuckled and nodded.

“You mean you and Paige stole while I had to be the getaway driver.”

“You were still an accomplice thus it is still we!” We laughed together this time; I felt his arm relax as we did. Exactly what I wanted.

“You two got me into a lot of trouble.” He smirked, pulling me closer to his side and wrapping his arm around my waist. I could feel my cheeks heat up at the gesture.

“You got us into just as much trouble, you were always the one convincing me to sneak out to parties on a school night.”

“Convince? I don’t think just asking is the same as convincing.”

“It’s very hard to say no to such a handsome face.” Another chuckle escaped him, followed by a kiss. I had to remind myself to thank Aphrodite later, because this man’s kisses felt like I was touching the stars. I doubt I will ever get tired of him, of his touch, of his scent, of his kisses. No, I will be obsessed with this man for the rest of my days.

I chased his lips with my own as he pulled away, I couldn’t even wait another moment to have his lips against mine again. I could feel him smiling against my lips, his hands now gripping my waist tightly. I feel like I’ve forgotten about the date with my mind so consumed by his touch alone. It took all my willpower to pull away, looking up at him with a starstruck gaze.

“Are we at my surprise now?”

“Turn around.” His hands never left my waist as I did, a look of confusion forming on my face.

"The bookstore?" He chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"You didn't bring any of your books with you when you moved back, I know how much you love to read." I glanced at him, wondering if the man that was holding me now was real.

"Our first date...is you buying me books?”

“There’s a café next door to get some drinks afterwards.” He kissed my cheek and pulled me into the store, the warm air of the heaters hitting in the face. I took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the books. He had brought me to heaven.

“What’s my limit?”

“However many books you need to fill that shelf in your office.”

“What? Derek, that’s like fifty to seventy books.” He shrugged, smirking. Then I remembered how much money he makes, how much money he probably spends on his cars. That was when I realised that I was dating a very well-off man. But even with that in mind, I didn’t want to spend all his money. I felt as if that was unfair, I wasn’t with him for his money.

“Sunshine don’t give me that look. I want to do this so please let me.” That’s all I needed to hear before I dragged him down to my favourite aisle in any bookstore. Romance. I could hear him chuckling as I looked at each book with a longing gaze, almost like I would be sad if I didn’t take all of them home. At first, I grabbed the twilight books, you had to start with the cringey classics that you just can’t let go of. Then I grabbed several J.R Ward books, the king of werewolf and vampire romances. Then it was time for more erotic books, court of thorns and roses, the discovery of witches, the twisted series, the zodiac academy series, and the haunting Adeline duo.

“Do I even want to know what you just grabbed?”

“Books that will give me ideas on what we can do.” I winked, a small bit of excitement in my voice. Then I pulled him towards the fantasy section, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson now being placed in his arms.

“Are you going to get all the books again?” He raised an eyebrow, holding up the first book of Percy Jackson.

“If that’s okay, I want to read them again.” He nodded and kissed my forehead, taking the rest of the books from the shelf. His arms were unbelievably full already, the piles of books already meeting his chin. I would say that it makes him much more attractive, holding all my books while I shopped.

When we got to the shop keeper you could see in her eyes that she was surprised to see so many books, but after seeing Derek hold my hand she understood. As he paid, I gave him several kisses all over his face, I could tell he was trying extremely hard to hide the smile that was forming.

“Now I’m paying for our meal.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen his head turn that fast.

“Absolutely not.” He picked up the bags filled to the brim with books with one hand, and the other held my hand tightly. I laughed as he gave me a stern look, he would probably take away from bank card if he could reach it right now. He escorted me out of the bookstore, his arm now wrapping around me and resting his hand on my waist.

“Derbear, seriously I can pay for one thing.”

“Do the girls in those books you’re reading ever pay for anything?” No but they usually don’t let their significant others pay without an argument, so the men end up buying the things the women like behind their backs. But I was not going to tell him that, didn’t want him to get any ideas.

“Fine, but just so you know I will be spoiling you too. You just won’t know when.”

“I’m a werewolf, I’ll hear if you speak about it anywhere near me.” I paused at that comment, wondering if he got his werewolf abilities back and didn’t tell me. He looked down at me, shaking his head which answered my question.

“How is Scott and Stiles?” I changed the topic, knowing that his missing werewolf abilities are a sore subject. I still don’t fully understand how he could lose it, I didn’t think it was a thing he could lose. Then again, the whole supernatural world was new to me. Knowing Derek for as long as I have, I’m surprised I never found out that he was a werewolf. His unbelievable strength, speed, agility, I just wrote it off on his excessive training.

“I think you scared them.” He chuckled.

“Good, I don’t like being lied to and I am still a bit mad at you for using them to babysit me.” I huffed which made him laugh harder as we sat down at the café.

“Even after buying you all these books?”

“Okay, you might have been forgiven before that.” I glanced at him.

“And how was I forgiven?”

“Like this.” I pulled him close for a kiss, smiling against his lips as he moved his hands to my hips. Making out in public has never been on my to do list but Aphrodite has blessed me with a man that is impossible to resist, and it was a self-ordering café so we wouldn’t be interrupted. A quiet moan escaped me as he nibbled on my bottom lip, I opened my mouth eagerly and within a second his tongue was claiming every inch. One of his hands moved up my curves and tangled his fingers in my hair which kept me as close as possible as he took my breath away.

When he pulled back my breath was laboured, my eyes flickered to his lips that were now slightly red from our kiss. When I looked back up at his eyes he was already staring at mine, he leaned in again which sent a wave of excitement through my body. No, my soul. Every possible moment, every possible second that passes makes me crave being under-

His phone rang.

“Um…” I cleared my throat, suddenly coming out of my lustful daze. He shook his head and ended the call, he smiled at me and leaned in again. The same feeling bubbled up inside me again, I gripped the front of his shirt and this time leaned in with him. Our lips connected again, his hand moving to the nape of my neck-

His phone rang again. He growled, ripping his phone out of his pocket and answering.

“What the hell Stiles?” His face changed at once as he listened to the kid, his hand on my waist tightening a bit. He ended the call.

“It’s Scott.”

To be continued…

[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 2315 words

warning: Strong language used.

Chapter Two.

I smiled at my phone, another message from Derek just before my classes started.

Derbear: ‘Be safe.’

I raised an eyebrow at the message, usually he would just say goodbye and that we would talk again after school. But for some reason it sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach, something so simple was now going to be on my mind the rest of the day.

I walked into my classroom and put my bags down by my desk, the bell rang, and students began filing into my class. I had now been at the school for a few weeks, and Derek and I have been getting close again. He doesn’t text me during my classes unless it’s to tell me that he was going out to look for Kate. I told him to always have his location on in case he needed help, though I’m not sure if I could help if something supernatural was attacking him.

“Now, continuing on from where we left off yesterday…” I paused as a boy skidded to a stop in front of me, nearly knocking the textbook out of my hand.

“My bad…” He stuttered out, breathing heavily as if he just ran a marathon to get here. I gave the boy a long look, I didn’t recognise him from any of my classes.

“Are you new?”

“Uh yeah! New to History! I’m Stiles, uh Stilinski.” He handed me a form, raising an eyebrow I opened it and read what was inside.

“Usually, students change their curriculum in the first week, why are you so late?”

“Uh…” He blew a raspberry, he obviously didn’t expect me to question him. That was when another boy slid into my class, holding another form.

“I’m starting to think that History is the most interesting subject in the whole school. Front row, both of you.” I sighed, taking the other form and reading the name.

“Scott, Stiles. Please see me after school, I will help you two catch up on the chapters that you’ve missed.” I placed the forms on my desk and without taking a second look at them, I started the lesson.

After School…

Me: ‘Der, I’m going to be late. I got two new students and I want to help them catch up.’

Derbear: ‘Okay, I’ll wait to make dinner then.'

I sighed, I was looking forward to another quiet night with him. It had finally become a routine, he would come over to my place or I would go over to his. He would cook when I came over or vice versa. The only time we hadn't had a sleepover was last night, he had gotten a lead on Kate and needed to check up on it. I guess it could wait, the man was worth waiting for. I sat at my desk, staring at his message as the image of him flooded my brain. We were friends, I mean we are friends, but he was just so attractive now…I mean he was attractive when we were younger too, but he always had a girlfriend, so I never thought of him beyond friendship.

A knock on my door interrupted my train of thought, my head whipped around to see who it was.

“Oh, Stiles. Come in, we’re just waiting for Scott now.” I stood up and started writing on the board, I wanted to start with the first chapter of the textbook. Hopefully, I can get through the first few chapters without boring them.

“Thanks.” He sat down in the front row, our eyes met, and he gave me an awkward smile. He kept clearing his throat and tapping anxiously on his textbook.

“Something wrong?”

“What? No, everything is totally fine.” I didn’t believe him, but I somehow knew that prying wouldn’t get any information out of him. He was definitely a smart kid, but he was a terrible liar, especially on the spot.

“Is Scott even coming?” I raised an eyebrow and he nodded, though he didn’t look convinced. That’s when he was saved by someone running into my classroom which caught my attention immediately.

“Sorry I’m late, coach uh…” Our eyes locked for the first time and that’s when I realised, I had seen him before, the night that I found out the supernatural was real.

“What a coincidence.” I looked at Stiles, “I assume that means you were there too, you know when Derek told me about you two, I somehow pictured you looking different. But that’s not important, why are you suddenly taking my class?”

“Uh, obviously history is so interesting, and we wanted to learn.” Scott gave me a smile which might have convinced me if I was a sixteen-year-old girl that melted whenever a handsome boy looked at me. I rubbed my temples and gently pushed the door closed behind him.

“Sit.” The smile disappeared from his face, and he slid into his seat.

“When Derek texted me this morning, he told me to be safe and I thought he was being sweet. Now, you two are here like guard dogs. Now that I think about it, I’ve seen you loitering around my class for the entire day, even during lunch. So, you are going to tell me what is going on or I’m going to make your grades so low that you won’t be able to play Lacrosse for the rest of your school career.”

“What!? That’s so unfair!” Stiles exclaimed, sitting forward in his seat.

“What is unfair is that Derek is treating me like a child that needs a babysitter, so you either tell me what’s going on or you can kiss lacrosse good-bye.” I felt bad threatening a sport both of them loved but they were giving up their futures taking a class they don’t need just to look after me. I know that the world I’ve now found myself involved in was dangerous, I still have nightmares about those men with animal skulls covering their faces. The only reason I’ve been able to sleep most of the night is because Derek holds me.

Stiles takes a deep breath; he taps his foot before the words spill out of his mouth.

“There is a dead pool that’s hunting supernatural people and everyone in the pack is on it including Derek, also Derek has been kind of losing his werewolf abilities and can’t heal now so he’s basically human.”

Then Scott cuts in.

“And he got hurt last night but ending up going back to the loft with Braeden so that she can patch him up.”

I don’t know remember what I said to them, hell I don’t think I said anything at all before I grabbed my bag and stormed out. I practically ran to my car, slamming the door shut before driving off towards the loft.

More lies. More secrets. Getting hurt and acting like everything is okay? It wouldn't be the first time it's happened in our friendship but I thought we were beyond that now.

My knuckles were paling from the grip I had on the steering wheel, there were so many thoughts and emotions running through my mind that I couldn’t focus on one. I felt worried, scared, betrayed, angry…

The wheels of my car screeched as I stopped in front of the loft, my door slamming behind me as I got out. I could feel my heart sinking as I climbed the stairs, what if I interrupted as intimate moment between him and Braedon? I wouldn’t be able to unsee it or live it down, but for some reason the thought constricted my heart. Was I jealous? No, no. Can’t be.

I took out the spare keys that Derek gave me and unlocked the door, my hands paused before I opened the door. It was embarrassing to say but I listened for any sort of noise to indicate I shouldn’t go in, as angry as I was there was another feeling fighting to come to the surface. Why am I like this? I was Derek’s best friend when he was dating Paige, I was his best friend when he was dating Kate. Why now…why am I feeling like the moment I see him with another woman now, I won’t be able to take it?

The thoughts continued to battle in my mind, until the door opened on its own. On the other side was a woman I assumed was Braedon, I remember seeing her when I woke up here a few weeks ago. She was beautiful to say the least, had an amazing fashion sense and looked like she knew her way around weapons.

“Uh…excuse me.” I stepped to the side for her, and she walked out, she turned her head and gave me a smile before walking down the stairs and disappearing. I raised an eyebrow at this, maybe I was just the extremely jealous type but if I saw another girl coming to visit the guy, I just slept with I’d be pissed. Even if it was just his friend.

“You’re early.” I whipped my head around at the sound of the familiar voice, and there he stood. Derek Hale. Shirtless. With bandages covering what I assumed to be wounds on his chest and torso. I dropped my bag by the door, walking over to him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, he grunted in surprise as he fell on the bed. His eyes widened as I stood between his legs, his hands gripping his thighs as he looked up at me.

“When was the last time you changed the bandages?” He blinked, once, twice before the question finally sank in.

“Yesterday.” With that I turned around, walking into the bathroom and getting the first aid kit. I only noticed that he had one in the last week that I had been sleeping over here, maybe that should have been a sign that he was getting hurt or at least someone who didn’t have healing abilities was. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm the sudden overwhelming rage that I felt. All the feelings from the car ride returning to me.

As I walked back to him, I noticed how his eyes followed me. He didn’t move from his spot on the bed, he didn’t speak when I kneeled in front of him. My breath caught in my throat as his muscles tensed under my touch, my hands removing the older bandage from his wounds. His eyes were on me, burning holes into my soul as I worked on his wounds.

“You’re angry.”

“No shit, sherlock.”

That was the end of the conversation until I finished rebandaging his body. I stood up and our eyes finally met for the first time I’d been there, that was when I caved. My arms found their place around his neck, hugging him tightly. His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me into his lap and holding me as close as physically possible. I breathed in his scent, a musky smell that reminded me of the forest.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know.”

“You should have told me.”

“I know.”

“What if I lost you? I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to me, one of his hands moving to the back of my head. Derek was stubborn and he was never the sentimental type, but he knew when he was wrong, and when it comes to me losing him or him losing me…

“I didn’t want you to get involved, that means I could lose you.” I don’t know if I love or hate when he’s so honest, hearing him admit this made my heart ache.

“I don’t know what’s happening, I can’t shift, I can’t heal.” He pulled back, our gazes never leaving each other, “If I can’t do those things then I can’t protect you.”

“Derek…” I push him back slightly, “You can’t keep doing this to me.”

“What?”

“I…If I tell you this then our friendship is over, I’ll ruin it if I tell you.” He calls out my name softly, his right hand resting on my cheek. He’s making it impossible to look away, impossible to not tell him all these confused emotions that I’m feeling.

“When we’re together, everything is just perfect. It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist when I’m looking at you and it hurts, it hurts so bad because I know it’s wrong. I shouldn’t be seeing you in this light, I’m supposed to be your best friend and if I develop feelings for you and it doesn't work out then I lose you. Again. I can’t, Derek. I can’t…” I was silenced by his lips on mine, the touch setting my nerves alight. I should have hesitated, but I didn’t, my body reacted before my brain could.

My arms found their place around his neck, pressing my body into his. My eyes closed, my mouth working against in a desperate attempt to claim him. I wanted to, I needed to claim this man. His back met the soft surface of his bed, my body following his without so much as a protest. His right hand now tangled itself in my hair, his left cupping my thigh. I slipped my tongue into his mouth making him groan in approval, the muscle explored his mouth with vigor, not letting up as he flipped me over.

He pulled back first, breathing heavily as he stared down at me. He might not have been a werewolf anymore, but his eyes reminded me of one, almost like a predator staring at his prey. His hands tugged on my belt, but I grabbed his wrists.

“Nah uh…” I tried to catch my breath, “date first, then sex. I’m not easy.”

He let out a breathless chuckle, his hands resting on my cheeks.

“Fine, this Saturday?”

Who was I to say no?

[hersie44]

Do you ever read a fic so interesting you want behind the scenes lore, ten pinterest moodboards and one of those fancy .gif edits but none of that exists bc it's a fanfic?

[hersie44]

Old Friends (Derek Hale x Reader)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Jordan Parrish, Noah Stilinski, Chris Argent, Peter Hale, Liam Dunbar.

Requested: No

Type: Reader insert (no use of y/n though), fan fiction.

Word Count: 3520 words.

warning: Strong language used.

Note: I did make the reader be originally from Greece but it doesn't affect the story much so feel free to change it in your mind. :)

Chapter One.

Being back in Beacon Hills felt weird, almost like a nightmare as I walked through the halls of the empty high school that I used to attend. I looked around curiously, the classrooms looked the same and so did the locker rooms. I smiled to myself seeing the boy’s locker room in the distance, memories of sneaking in there after everyone had left to talk to my best friend running through my mind.

“What are you doing here so late!?” I squinted my eyes as a bright light was shone directly at my face, I pushed it away and glared at the man standing in front of me. The coach.

“Oh, it’s just you.” He lowered the flashlight and gave me a confused look, like I was the only crazy person that was at the school late at night.

“Good to see you too coach, I was just leaving.” I moved around him, clutching my book bag close to my chest. I had just started teaching history at Beacon Hills High School yesterday, and this was already the second night that I had decided to stay late. I missed the library here much more than I expected. Especially seeing my initials carved on one of the shelves alongside my friend’s.

“You are seriously giving all the nerds bad ideas, what kind of teacher stays late at the school to read?” I let out an exhausted sigh, he had asked the same question when he caught me in the library last night. I put on a smile and glanced back at him.

“The kind that doesn’t want your players to fail a class, because if they do fail then they won’t be able to play, and we don’t want that now do we?” I turned back around and continued walking, knowing I had won the argument. I knew how much the coach cared about having his best players on the field, unfortunately for him most of them took history.

I would never fail a student if they didn’t deserve it, and I’ve been known to give plenty of opportunities to complete homework and assignments, but the coach has been pressing all the wrong buttons for the last two days and I just needed him to keep his mouth shut.

I guess I’ve changed a lot since high school, I would have never spoken back to someone like that in my teen years. If you weren’t close to me then I seemed like the quiet kid, you know the one that everyone just ignored and went about their day. However, if you knew me then I was the exact opposite. I would speak my mind, about anything and everything. I would babble on about the most random topics if you were willing to lend an ear, and that often ended up being my best friend’s ear.

I guess I should stop calling him that, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other since we were eighteen. He left Beacon Hills after an accident, he dropped all communication and left. I stayed here for as long as I could, waiting for him to come back so that I could talk to him and comfort him, but he never did come back.

 When the summer ended, I left my number on the door of his house in case he came back, and he wanted to talk. Then I left for home, I went back to Greece and continued on with my life, got my degree in teaching and then travelled for a year or two with my grandmother. Once she was ready to settle down, we came back to Beacon Hills. She said that this place had always felt like a second home to her.

I snapped out of my daydream as I realised, I had made it out into the outside corridor, I should really start paying more attention when I’m somewhere alone in the middle of the night.

“KIRA!” I stared ahead in disbelief; three kids were laying on the floor at the end of the corridor battered and bruised. It didn’t look like they noticed me but something that was growling at them did. On instinct I ran forward, skidding to a stop in front of them. Whatever the animal was, it would have to get through me first. Which looking back on that decision, that was probably the most stupid decision that I had ever made in my life.

The situation was extremely surreal, there I was standing between three kids and two grown men wearing animal skulls that covered their faces. They were clearly strong, that was the aura they gave off as they stared me down. I had so much adrenaline running through me that I stared back at them, with a glare of rage.

“Can you three move?” I glanced down at the ground for a second, noticing a sword laying on the ground between me and the men. If I could just pick that up, then I might stand a chance against these guys.

“No! Run!” I faintly remember one of the boys screaming at me, a boy I now know as Scott McCall. I ran forward, grabbing the sword off of the floor and leaping into the air with hope that the momentum would pierce the bone armour that the men had on.

But instead of making contact I was grabbed out of the air, it felt like the world slowed down to a halt as it happened. My eyes widened as a familiar face appeared in front of him, one that should have been much older by now.

“Derek?” He acknowledged me with a glance before throwing me to the side, I’m sure he meant to be gentler, but my body hit the ground with a harsh thud and my head hit the railings. My vision became blurry as I watched the scene before me, Derek, my ex best friend who hasn’t seemed to have aged a day since I last saw him, was fighting off these tall men with his bare hands. The only thing was that he had sharp canine-like teeth and claws to match as he did so. I left the image up to the concussion I had before I crawled forward towards the kids, I tried my best to stand up.

“Come on, you need to run…” I had trusted Derek with my life many times when we were younger, so now I trusted that he could hold off the danger long enough to get these kids to safety. Then I could question him on why he doesn’t look a day over sixteen, and if he’d give me the location to the fountain of youth he had found. As they got up the ache in my head became apparent, I stumbled to the side and started to fall again. However, this time I had a much softer landing, someone had been kind enough to catch me and when I looked up, I saw the most handsome man that I could have possibly ever imagined.

“Wow…so an angel really does come get you when you die.” I closed my eyes, and I could faintly hear the sound of someone calling my name.

The memory came flooding back to me like it was yesterday, it was the finals for our basketball team. We usually never made it that far, but we finally had an ace on our team, Derek Hale, my best friend. The only thing was that no one could find him, we were all waiting on the courts for him to start the match, but no one had seen him. That is when I noticed his uncle skulking around before disappearing in the direction of the locker rooms.

“I’ll be right back.” I gave Kate a reassuring smile before following him, I didn’t trust Peter at all, so I hardly felt bad about this. He was always too hard on Derek, there had been many times where Derek decided to sleep over at my place just to avoid the douche. He didn’t seem like the supportive type either, so I don’t understand why he was here.

“Even born wolves have to learn control on a full moon, Derek.” I heard Peter’s voice echoing from the showers, I blushed at the thought of bursting into the room while Derek was naked. Maybe there was an actual emergency, and I should just go, let his uncle help him for once if it fell in the department of him being naked during the issue or maybe I should have sent Kate because she’s told me many times, she had a crush on him. But then…

“Yeah, but it’s supposed to be easier for us, why does it hurt so much!?” Hurt? That sent alarm bells going off in my head, Derek was hurting. I rounded the corner and stared in shock as Derek was on his knees, completely drenched from head to toe. I could only see the side of his face, but his eyes were glowing bright blue and he had fangs like a wolf. Before I could stop myself, I let out a scream, then there was a pressure on my neck before I passed out.

I woke up with a jolt, my eyes snapping open as I heard voices coming from the distance. I was in a room I didn’t recognise, the ceiling was high and most of the bricks were exposed. It was cold, sending a shiver down my spine. I sat up slowly, my brain pounding against my skull as I did so.

My ears were still ringing from earlier, my heart was still pounding in my chest from the adrenaline. Then I heard my name again, it didn’t sound like it had any emotion in it at first but as I looked in the direction of the voice I could immediately tell there was a slight worried undertone to it…just like I could always tell when he tried to hide it.

“Derek…?” Just as I thought, the man from earlier was Derek. He had grown so much, he was taller, more muscular, he had a beard and damn was he gorgeous. I took several deep breaths as three pairs of eyes fell on me, which didn’t help the growing nervousness in my stomach. Was what I remembered real? Was what I saw earlier real?

“That’s my cue to leave.” The woman spoke, she got up and left without even greeting them. The other man followed her, locking the door behind her as she left.

“Are you crazy!?” He sounded shocked and angry, the emotions clearly directed at Derek.

“Not now.” He got up and walked towards me, my spine immediately straightened, and my eyes went wide as he sat down in front of me. I wasn’t scared of him, but I suddenly felt alert in the situation, there were so many questions swirling in my head that it was almost hard to keep track of.

“What do you remember?” No “Hi, how you doing?”, no “Sorry I threw you which made you hit your head and pass out”. Nothing, just straight to what I remembered? Yeah, this was definitely Derek or should I rather say the ‘new and improved’ one.

“A lot, enough to know you’ve been keeping secrets from me before you even left.”

“It was to protect you.”

“Bullshit!” I stood up, staggering slightly which sent Derek flying to his feet to catch me. His hands landed on my waist, holding me up.

“It wasn’t to protect me! It was for your own selfish shit! You didn’t tell me things, you didn’t let me in on your little world and then you just left me! No good explanation, no good-bye just gone! I stayed here for months for you! Taking care of your family after the fire, I spent my summer hoping you would come back but you didn’t! You ass!” I hit his chest hard which for once made him flinch, but he still had a glare on his face as he stared down at me like a predator warning his prey.

“You didn’t stay either so how is it fair that you can be mad at me, but you weren’t here when I came back?” I glared at him, absolutely pissed that he would switch the blame to me so quickly.

“I left you a note with my number on it and my new address, I couldn’t stay when my whole family was leaving! I was eighteen without a job, how would I live here!?” I tried to push him off, but he just tightened his grip on me.

“There was no note.”

“That might have been my fault.” Our heads whipped to the other man in the room, he had a sheepish grin on his face, but he didn’t look sorry at all as he shrugged and crossed his arms.

“I took it off, didn’t want you to have stalkers back home.” I blinked in disbelief, it was private property so no one would have went there besides Derek's family.

“Peter?”

“In the flesh.” He did a small bow, now my blood was boiling even more. Of course, it was Peter who made sure we never spoke again, he never liked me since I always made Derek talk back to him, I made Derek stand up for himself against him. Rightfully so because he is an asshole.

“But how!? You were burnt and paralysed in the fire! I looked after you and Laura in the hospital for my whole summer!”

“Long story but thanks for that, cupcake.” My grip on Derek’s arms tightened, he took that as a sign that if he didn’t get me out of here that I would try to burn Peter to a crisp myself this time.

“I’m taking you home.” I screeched as he picked me up, something I definitely wasn’t used to. I was well aware that I probably couldn’t walk by myself, the longer I’m awake the more my body aches and pains. I let out a groan, closing my eyes as I decide not to protest.

“I hate you sometimes.” I heard a little huff, something he did when he was trying not to smile. Even though I was extremely mad at him right now, his warmth was welcomed. At least that hasn’t changed, he was still my personal heater.

“Just sometimes?” I opened my eyes as one of his hands wrapped around mine, my pain starting to slowly go away. I glanced down, there were black veins on his hand and arm where we were touching, another thing I suddenly remembered seeing before. Once we were outside, he put me in the passenger seat of a car, a car I was assuming was his.

“Derek, please talk to me. Explain this to me.” He sighed, I gave him my best pleading look which made him shake his head before he knelt down next to me.

“I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I guessed.” I cleared my throat, my eyes meeting his. “I saw you before, before that basketball game when we were younger.”

“Before Peter knocked you out, I remember.”

“He is a royal pain in the ass, fucking asshole. But you know I wasn’t scared of you, right? I would have accepted you even back then.” I reached out for his hand and laced our fingers together, squeezing it tightly. His eyes flickered down to our hands, he seemed to be processing the feeling like no one has held his hand since he last saw me.

“I know, you were a weirdo that would have accepted me even if I had two heads.” I laughed at that, a smile growing on my face as I looked at him.

“Yeah, but your ego was enough to deal with.” He rolled his eyes at that, but I could see the smile he was hiding, beneath all the changes that he went through I could still see the old Derek. The person he was before all the pain. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from mine, the playful atmosphere now depleting.

“I wanted to tell you but the last person I told died, and then Kate…”

“Argent?” He nodded, then he began to explain what happened in the last few years. How Paige actually died, that Kate was the one who set fire to his house and killed his family because she was a hunter and that’s why she wanted to date him. He told me about when he came back to Beacon Hills, all the things that happened with a group of high schoolers he met. It was a lot to take in, but I paid attention, I knew he would never lie…well tell a whole fabricated supernatural story because he was never that creative.

“I’m sorry, Derek. I’m so sorry.” I leaned forward, hugging him with my arms wrapped around his neck. I could tell he wasn’t expecting it, he froze for a moment. Usually, I never cry about things but now that I knew the truth, I couldn’t stop the tears. The amount of times Derek could have died or was close to death while I wasn’t with him crashed down on me, I sobbed and hiccupped while holding onto him. That’s when his arms wrapped around me, holding me firmly to his chest as I cried.

I don’t know how long we sat like that, just on the side of the road in his car with his arms around me. The crying had given me a headache but being close to him felt good, being like this again felt good. My heart was beating a mile a minute.

“Please come home with me, please stay like you used to. I need you…” Another thing that was out of character for me, begging for someone to stay. I don’t know if fear had overcome me from realising there was a whole dangerous world of creatures that could kill me if they weren’t good like Derek, or if I was just scared that if he left me, he would leave again.

“Okay…okay.” His voice was soft, something that only happened when I was extremely upset about something. He got up, tucking me into my seat and putting on my seatbelt. Once he was in the driver’s seat I grabbed his hand again, holding it with both of mine. This time he squeezed my hand, starting the car with his free hand and then driving off.

Later...

When we arrived at my place Derek has decided that I still couldn’t walk on my own, he picked me up from the passenger seat and walked towards my front door. The little act of kindness made me giggle, knowing full well that if I ever asked to be carried again then he would say no.

“Welcome to my humble abode, my bedroom is upstairs.” He nodded, taking a quick look around my house before ascending to the second floor. I had boxes all around, not having unpacked anything besides my bedroom and the kitchen.

“Am I allowed to dress myself or are you going to strip me too?” He grunted, not enjoying my teasing as he put me down on the bed. He walked over to my closet.

“Still sleep in shorts and a tank top?” He barely asked the question before throwing those items at me, I laughed and caught them.

“Yeah, but only when it’s hot. Then again it should be very hot since my personal heater has returned.” He chuckled at this, looking at the wall as I got changed.

“I see you still have some of my sweatpants, I’m borrowing one.” I blushed and looked away as he changed, though I did take a glance as he took off his shirt. He had definitely worked out during the time we were separated and had gotten a tattoo on his back. It was safe to say he was an absolute catch. I shook my head, not believing my thoughts about a man that was my best friend for most of my childhood.

He walked over to me, he had opted to not put a shirt on which I was definitely complaining about.

“Where am I sleeping?” I patted next to me which made him raise an eyebrow, I guess now that we’re older it was a bit weird to share a bed as just friends, but I didn’t care. I had missed sleeping in his arms.

“Don’t question it, I missed you.” He sighed and laid next to me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into his arms. When I pulled the blanket over us, I felt safe, it was just like when were younger again. Derek was my dream catcher, keeping the nightmares and bad thoughts away. Now being with him kept more than that away, I felt like as long as I was with him the new world, I knew about wasn’t so scary after all. His warmth made me sleepy, my eyes closing as I drifted off.

Just before I fell asleep, I felt his arms tighten around me.

[hersie44]

Family (Derek Hale)

Characters included: Derek Hale, Elijah Hale

Requested: No

Type: Angst, Fluff

Reader gender: Female

Word count: 1229 words

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR TEEN WOLF MOVIE

“If anything happens to me, look after them.” The words rung in my ears as the scene played out before me, Derek offering to hold the Nogitsune so that Parrish could burn him. My screams fell on deaf ears as Elijah held me back, I kicked and clawed to get out of his arms, but it was no use. He burst into flames right before our eyes, for a moment I saw his blue eyes turn red before he disappeared before me completely. I couldn’t stop the tears as they fell, holding onto our son’s arms as he held me.

Before that night, we were a family. Far from perfect, in fact our son had seemed to cause so much trouble in our small town that we were constantly busy or had something to talk about. I could see how Derek tried to be a good father, a far gentler man than he was when we first met. Of course, sometimes the old Derek shined through which made me try not to laugh when he was being serious with Elijah.

“How many more times are you going to steal that jeep before the sheriff actually arrests you?” The door slammed shut after those words left Derek’s mouth, I didn’t look up from my book as they’ve had this conversation many times. Elijah had a fixation on Stiles’ old jeep, constantly stealing it for a joy ride.

“We are just trying to understand you.” That was another classic line in this house, but it was the truth. He refused to tell us why he was acting out or why he was dead set on the jeep, even when he and I managed to have a calm conversation about it. This was when I put down my book and looked up at our son, he looked so much like his father that I was almost upset considering I carried him for nine months.

“Elijah, why don’t you go to your room so your dad and I can talk?”

“Finally.” He stomped off, his door slamming shut behind him making my husband sigh.

“He got that attitude from you.” I smiled at him, opening my arms invitingly. Derek walked around to the couch and sat next to me, I rolled my eyes and pulled him into my arms. Even after being together for so many years I still I had to initiate the soft side of intimacy, which I didn’t mind since I knew when Derek needed it most. He finally relaxed, letting out a soft sigh as he rested his head on my chest when I laid back.

“I don’t understand why he keeps doing this, is it me?” I sighed, rubbing his back as I thought about what to say.

“I wasn’t exactly a goody-two-shoes as a teen either, maybe he just inherited my behaviour.” The suggestion wasn’t totally impossible, my family had a track record of being rebellious in their teen years which often led us into lots of trouble. This manages to make Derek chuckle which sends a tingle down my spine, we’ve been together for so long yet the smallest things about him make me fall in love all over again.

“If that’s true then we’re definitely not having any more kids.” I could hear the teasing in his voice.

“Too late for that, wolfy.” This made him look up at me, almost like he was studying my face to see if I was lying. I held his gaze with my own, waiting for him to put two and two together.

“You’re pregnant.” He stated plainly but I could tell that it shocked him. We didn’t plan to have Elijah; he was a surprise early on in our relationship and after him we didn’t speak about having more kids. But recently with all the stress that Elijah had been giving Derek, I had been giving him…we will call it relief. A place to release his frustrations which has now resulted in my surprise.

“Yes, I was at the doctor this morning to make sure.” When his hand laid flat on my stomach, I could tell he was happy with the news, this was the same reaction he had when I told him about my pregnancy with Elijah. He smiled softly up at me, his thumb caressing my stomach. I couldn’t hold myself back in the moment, I leaned down and kissed him.

The kiss held a lot of emotions, it had a certain intensity that you had to get used to when kissing Derek Hale. An intensity that you come to love when you are Mrs Hale.

He was the first to pull away, his hand now caressing my cheek while his forehead rested against mine. In our little bubble was only happiness, our family was growing and I for one couldn’t wait to see Derek holding a baby in his arms again. Even if this baby looked exactly like him again, I would love them even more, I wanted to love them so much that it made up for the family that Derek lost. I wanted to give him a family that was filled with love, the one that he had deserved for so long. The family we had now had its ups and downs, but we loved each other dearly, and that’s all the both of us could ask for. In that moment, the world seemed to finally fall into place again.

“You should go tell our son.” I kissed his nose, a certain sweetness in my voice to coax him out of my arms. He let out a quiet huff, making me giggle as he got up. I watched him take Elijah’s lacrosse stick and walk towards his room…

“Mom, mom…” Elijah’s voice snapped me out of my trance, my eyes snapped to him, and I put on a smile as I saw him standing in a suit that was clearly too big for him. I walked over to him, helping him tuck in his white shirt while he huffed and whined.

“You look just like him.” I straightened his tie and looked up into his eyes, seeing the sadness he was trying to hide.

“Yeah, right. Dad was way more buff, that’s why this doesn’t fit.” I laughed at this; it was true that the suit hung loosely on his frame, but it looked good none the less.

“Maybe if you didn’t change your mind last minute before graduation then we could have got it tailored.”

“I know but I don’t mind…it…smells like him.” My breath got caught in my throat, I hadn’t touched the suit since Derek and I had gotten married. I never had to since I could always just reach out to him, to be held in his arms but now it had been two years since…

“Oh shit! Talia is crying.” I watched as he jogged up the stairs, chasing his little sister’s cries. This made me laugh, he definitely reminded me of his father now. It was in these moments I could feel Derek in the room with me, watching over us as we continued with our lives. I was looking after our children like he asked, and his son was stepping up to be the man…the wolf of the house. I missed him dearly, and I know he missed us but one day we shall meet again.

[hersie44]

Requests List

Hello! So I wanted a place to put down fandoms that I can write for. (If your fandom or character is not here, it's okay to ask if I can do it!)

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Yelena Belova

Carol Danvers

Peter Parker

Gamora

Nebula

Loki Lauyson

Bucky Barnes

Erik Killmonger

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Shang-Chi

Sam Wilson

Namor

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Stephen Strange

Scott Lang

Hope Van Dyne

Teen Wolf:

Derek Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Peter Hale

Allison Argent

Lydia Martin

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Malia Tate

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Noah Stilinski

Chris Argent

Final Fantasy XV:

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Prompto Argentum

Gladious Amicitia

Ignis Scientia

Ardyn Izunia

Cor Leonis

Cindy Aurum

Aranea Highwind

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Nyx Ulric

Vampire Diaries:

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Silas

Jeremy Gilbert

Elena Gilbert

Caroline Forbes

Katherine Pierce

[hersie44]

Confessions (Yelena Belova x Reader)

Characters included: Yelena Belova

Requested: No

Type: Fluff

Reader gender: Female

Word count: 608

Her beauty was the most dangerous thing about her, her gorgeous green eyes were always able to draw her in. In the years that have past, her beauty was all about which she could think. Each time she looked at Yelena, she could feel herself fall in love more and more.

“You should really stop doing that.” She blinks, Yelena’s thick Russian accent pulling her out of her daydream.

“Doing what?” She blushed as the black widow smiled; the small gesture easily made her heart skip a beat.

“You know, the thing. The staring thing that you do when you look at me.” She quickly looked away; she had not realized that she was staring, nor did she realize that it was something she did often. She took a deep breath and glanced at her crush again, she relaxed as she found her staring at the movie on the TV again.

“I’m sorry, you’re just really pretty.” Her mouth seemed faster than her brain in that moment, her eyes widening in shock at her own words. Yelena looked back at her, like she was examining her this time. After some time, a confused looked crossed her face, as if she did not understand what had just been said.

“Are you flirting with me?” She nodded and quickly moves back as Yelena advances towards her, her face a bright shade of red as she stares into her eyes. The movie in the background long forgotten as they just admired each other.

Yelena was not sure how much time had passed, could have been minutes or hours. It was her who had finally found herself lost in her friend’s eyes, were her eyes always this pretty? She shook the thought out of her mind and sat back in her place. Looking back at the tv screen she could hear her heart pounding in her ears.

“Poser…” She mumbled under her breath, not sure why she was calling her that. She heard her friend laugh, the sound of it sending a tingling sensation down her spine. Had she always been this cute? Always been this attractive? Or maybe it was just Yelena’s mind playing tricks on her.

“How am I a poser?”

“Because you are, you are not flirting.” She felt the couch dip right next to her, her friend’s breath on her cheek. She quickly turned her head and glanced down at her lips, a thump forming in her throat as she looked back up at her eyes. Her demeanor had changed, her friend was clearing more confident now. She called out her name but was quickly silenced by her lips against hers.

Time froze in that moment, the black widow unsure of what to do. Thoughts started to race through her mind, nothing coherent sticking out. She let’s out a breath as her friend pulls back, an embarrassed look on her face.

“Sorry.” In that moment Yelena panicked, watching as she moved to get up. She grabbed her wrist and pulled her into another kiss, this time shocking her friend.

But she quickly regained her composure, pulling Yelena closer by her waist. Her arms wrapped around her friend’s neck, quickly climbing into her lap. The kiss quickly escalated, the two women not being able to stop themselves from enjoying their newfound addiction.

Eventually, Yelena pulled back. Taking deep breaths as she looked into lust filled eyes.

“Maybe you are not a poser.” She laughed, unzipping her vest. Easily pushing it off her shoulders, the zippers making a loud noise as they hit the wooden floor.

“I like you.”

“I like you too.” And with that, their lips connected again.

[hersie44]

Love and Thunder (Thor x Reader)

Characters included: Thor

Requested: No.

Type: Fluff

Reader gender: none (non-binary)

Word count: 560 words.

The room was dark, the clouds blocking out the moonlight. Thunder cracked in the distance, the rain beating down on the window outside of the bedroom. The god of thunder sat outside on the balcony, the rain soaking his hair and clothes, but he did not seem to care. He had opened his heart again, just like Peter and Jane had told him to. Everything hurt much more now, he loved and lost once again.

“Thor?” He frowned as he heard their tired voice echoing behind him. He was once again interrupting their sleep, having forgotten to close the balcony door. He watched as their small frame sat next to him, their skin quickly becoming wet with each droplet of rain. He smiled slightly as they curled up against him, holding onto his arm.

“You should come back to bed; you’ll be lonely out here.” He chuckles and looks down at them, their eyes already fixated on his face. His racing heart seemed to calm slightly the longer he gazed at them, the loneliness slowly disappearing as he soaked up their warmth.

“Would you ever leave me?”

“I have told you many times that you are stuck with me, it will not change. Even if you ask a million times.” His whole body relaxed at their words, after everyone he had lost, they were the only ones to have kept this promise. He pulled them into his lap, holding them as close as possible. He breathed in their scent, something he had grown accustomed to with each night the two spent together. His smile brightens as he hears them laugh, cuddling into his chest for shelter from the rain.

He stands up, his lover still tucked into his arms. He let’s out a breath as they kiss his neck, it was a loving gesture. Something he had not experienced since his time with Jane. With each step back into the hotel their kisses go higher, until they reach his ear. He could feel the smile form on their face.

“Please…stay until morning this time.” He nodded, terrified that his voice would crack if he spoke. Again, they had reminded him that there was still love in this world. They had been hammering away at the wall around his heart for months now, and they had finally broken down the last bit. He laid them on the bed and made quick work of their wet clothes, a sweet exhale escaping their lips as they smiled up at him. They pulled at his clothes, a gesture he quickly understood.

“Are we…” They shook their head; he chuckled and removed his clothes. Laying down next to them, he pulled them close once more. His giant frame enveloping them in his warmth, he had another person he wanted to protect now. Another love in his life besides his child and his weapons, and he could not be more grateful.

He leaned down slightly and kissed their lips; a sweet gasp of surprise escaped them before they relaxed into it. This was it; this was his person now. He could not describe the joy that filled his heart with each passing moment with them. He would be forever thankful that someone could see his sadness and still want him. From now on, he would show them each day…

What love and thunder feels like.