#pisaac

Noah Stilinski: "Do you boys have anything that you want to confess?" Isaac: "Okay, I confess! I had a threesome with Peter and Chris in your office twice. And Stiles let Derek fuck him in your bed." Stiles: "DUDE!" Noah Stilinski: "I was gonna ask who ate all the BBQ chips, but go on, Isaac."

derek: What did you expect?

So, I don’t really ship Peter and Isaac, but @luulapants posted this not that long ago, and it put me in a Pissac mood. So, have some fic recs. All are Pisaac, all are explicit.

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The Way You Fuck Me by stonerskittles

Explicit | 1/1 | 627

Warnings: None

“What do you want, Isaac?” Peter asks.

“Anything. Everything. Whatever you want to do to me.”

“Don’t give me that kind of power,” Peter says, eyes hooded and intense as they lock with his. “You’re not ready for what I want.”

Isaac leans close, until his lips brush against Peter’s. “Show me,” he breathes.

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Scott Doesn’t Have to Know by theymadeittojapan

Explicit | 1/1 | 1,659

Warnings: None

“Scott's asleep, isn't he? You're whispering so I'm guessing that he's asleep.” Peter says, and Isaac turns his head to make sure that Scott is still asleep. Scott sleeps on, turning over on his side away from Isaac making the other man roll his eyes before he slowly starts to get out of the bed. “Baby?” Peter asks, and Isaac shushes him making him chuckle softly. Isaac makes it to the living room and he digs around for his keys and he moves to wait for the question that's burning on both of their minds. “Want to come over?” Peter asks, and Isaac smirks to himself.

“Always.” Isaac tells him, and he moves to quietly leave the apartment while his boyfriend sleeps.

(Note: I do not condone cheating in real life.)

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Residual Effects by Phoebe_Hunter

Explicit | 1/1 | 2,867

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings

"The memory thing you did. Are there ever…side effects?"

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Day 18 by problematiquefave

Explicit | 1/1 | 2,915

Warnings: None

Being closer to fifty than forty, it's difficult for Chris to keep up with the libido of a twenty year old werewolf. That's when Peter decides to intervene in his relationship with Isaac.

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Home Alone? by musikurt

Explicit | 1/1 | 4,263

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings

Isaac has been wanting to do this for more than two weeks and he just can't wait any longer. When Derek goes for his evening run, he needs to let his plan spring into action and he's going to carry it through even if little things go wrong along the way...

(Note: Includes both Peter/Isaac and Derek/Isaac.)

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Pizza and the Art of Manipulation by Twisted_Slinky

Explicit | 1/1 | 4,990

Warnings: None

Years ago, Isaac left his hometown hoping the move would heal old wounds, but now he's considering returning to Beacon Hills. Before he can, he's intercepted by another Omega outcast, Peter Hale, who, of course, presents him with a tempting offer. And pizza.

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Until the Wolves Are Away by FreshBrains

Explicit | 1/1 | 8,008

Warnings: Underage

Isaac had a threshold. There was only so much of that hatred, that red poison, that his body could take until something snapped and it drained out of him, evaporated into exhaustion and restless sadness.

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In the Shadows of Night by Miya_Morana

Explicit | 1/1 | 9,241

Warnings: Underage

When Isaac signed up to be a werewolf, he didn't know the deal included sharing a roof with a creepy undead thirty-something guy who might be trying to seduce him. And Peter can be very persuasive and surprisingly considerate when he wants something. As Isaac tries to figure out his treacherous feelings while battling nightmares about his father, Derek is looking for the Alphas and trying to protect his pack. And if that means spending most nights with Stiles doing research, well, it's really none of Isaac's business.

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Claw at your Heart by sarahcakes613

Explicit | 1/1 | 10,296

Warnings: None

Peter and Isaac both want Chris, but Chris is tragically straight and also oblivious. They decide the best course of action is to work out their lust in mutually beneficial hatesex, but somewhere along the way it stops being about Chris.

Being abusive

Things that don't make you an abuser:

Chapter Two; Travelling

It was a different feel to be in the Camaro with Peter as the driver. When Derek had bought the SUV, the alpha had given the smaller car to Peter. Isaac couldn’t help but lick at his lips every few moments. He’d never been in a car with Peter in a situation like this. A weekend away. No Scott bugging him about Peter trying to kill him. No Derek demanding him to come back if Peter made him feel off. No one trying to get him to leave the other wolf. Just he and Peter, away from Beacon Hills. He bit his lip nervously. “How long did you have this planned out?” he finally managed. They were roughly ten minutes into the drive, which was about an hour. And early afternoon traffic wasn’t near as bad as Isaac had originally thought it would be, so maybe the trip would be shorter than intended.

“Had what planned, Pup?” Peter asked, blue eyes glancing over at the teen.

Isaac flushed and looked down at his lap quickly. Peter’s nickname for him always made a shiver run down his spine, but it was a good feeling. “This trip. How long have you been planning this?” he clarified.

Peter arched a brow. “Does it matter how long?” he inquired back as they stopped at a light. He reached over to lace his fingers through Isaac’s, bringing the younger man’s hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss on the other’s knuckles. He knew it was easier for him to hide the little thrills and shivers that being with Isaac caused him. He didn’t always hide it, but he would never deny that he shivered at the mere thought of holding the other beta close. They were almost to the hotel, and Peter couldn't wait. He wouldn't tell exactly how long he'd been working on this, but the details had taken months in advance to fall into place. Looking over at the teen, he gave a soft chuckle. "When we get to the hotel, I'll let you take the keycard up so you can look around while I get the bags." he said.

Isaac turned to stare at the older wolf for the remainder of the trip, almost lost in how wrong everyone was about his mate. It still floored him when he got to see Peter being so gentle and calm. It was something Isaac had been craving since his brother had died. He hadn't been expecting a five-star+ hotel, but as they pulled in and parked, Peter got out and helped put their bags on a rolling cart, handing the keys to the valet [who knew hotels even had those things?]. Leading the way as another hotel concierge rolled the cart, Peter stepped up to check in and began to get things in order. When the two keys were slid across the marble teller area, Peter took one and handed it to Isaac. "1429. I'll meet you upstairs, okay?" he asked the teen, and all Isaac could manage was a slow but stunned nod. Letting the young girl walk behind him as he led the way to the elevators, Isaac almost jumped out of his skin when she spoke up.

"Honeymoon?"

Turning to look at her, Isaac asked as he blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Are you on your honeymoon?" she asked with a smile. "1429 is our penthouse suite." she explained when Isaac didn't respond. "Besides, you two have that perfect love vibe."

Isaac blushed a fierce red, and he was certain his face was as red as the vest she wore. "It's that obvious?"

"Beyond, sweetie." the girl said as the lift stopped and the doors slid open. She motioned for Isaac to lead the way, clearly not wanting to run him over with the buggy of bags. The male gave a nod and moved to the hall, walking down the way until he was standing at the door with the silver plated numbers 1-4-2-9. Taking a deep breath, he let it out in a sigh. "I, uhm, I wasn't expecting this." he confessed.

"Surprise honeymoons are the best." the girl said as Isaac slid the card in and unlocked the door. Opening it, he walked in and held it open for her. "Thanks," she said. "I'll just drop your bags off and be on my way." Isaac gave a small nod, letting her go about her way as he looked around. Reaching into his pocket when everything was done, he gave her a fifty.

"Don't tell anyone?" he asked. When the girl gave a polite smile and nodded, he gave a slight grin back and watched as she left the room. Hearing the tumbler lock automatically made him give a sigh. Now alone, he began looking around. The bed was far bigger than the one at home, and the view from the balcony was indeed gorgeous. He found himself moving to stand in the shaded little alcove to stare at the water. California was so much prettier when there was actual sand around, Isaac deduced. Hearing the door click, he turned and watched as Peter walked in with the one bag he had insisted on carrying. Isaac smiled at the older wolf and turned back to lean on the tall railing. When he felt arms around him, he didn't hesitate to fall into the embrace, eyes closing as he hummed. "It's beautiful."

"Only the best." Peter mused softly as he leaned in to press his lips against the young wolf's pulse. "Dinner will be up around nine thirty."

"What about lunch?" Isaac asked.

"Patience." Peter said with a light smile. "Lunch is actually not at the hotel. We have reservations at a small restaurant about ten miles away."

Isaac openly groaned. "Do we have to leave?"

"We have enough time to clean up from the trip." Peter said. He kissed the top of his mate's head and gave a chuckle. "And it's a casual place, so don't go thinking you have to dress to the nines." He laughed as he felt Isaac relax against him. "I'll go wash up. You stay and enjoy the view or look at the tv for a bit. Unless you want to join me?"

Isaac blushed and looked away. "I'll be okay." Even though he wanted to be claimed, he wasn't sure he was quite ready to share a shower. Which maybe that was stupid, but Isaac was technically still a kid. As Peter's warmth left him, he turned just enough to watch the other and then looked back out at the beach not far from their hotel. They could walk there. Leaning on the rail again, he smiled as the wind ruffled through his hair. He could smell salty sea water, the open air, and it made him happy. He was away from Beacon Hills; even if it was only for a few days. His wolf was bitching at him however, damning his choice.

Когда Питер возвращается, он вынужденно отсиживается в особняке или лофте, терпит (или делает вид, что терпит) надоедающих шумных подростков. Демонстративно страдает мигренью при появлении Стилински и МакКола, презрительно кривится, проходясь малоприличными шуточками про портовых шлюх при виде малоприличных прикидов Рейес, удовлетворённо замолкает, когда Айзек с видом побитого щенка устраивается рядом с ним на диване и просит помочь с химией. Вскоре всё это входит у него в привычку: разражаться, язвить, молчать и... смотреть. Жадно, скучающе, совершенно ненасытно, и всегда на Лейхи - неприлично порочного в своей скромности. Питер - большой эстет, и он не видит ничего ненормального в том, чтобы преследовать мальчишку в те дни, когда больше нечем заняться, чтобы просто посмотреть на него подольше. На изгиб поясницы, веер ресниц, скрывающий синеву глаз, золотой отлив мягких волос на руках и загривке, на кукольные, словно подведённые матовой помадой губы. Хейл смотрит, но никогда не трогает. Любитель долгоиграющих планов и серьёзных перспектив, он хочет дождаться от волчонка взаимного интереса и внимания. Но все его перспективы летят к собачьим чертям, когда однажды он видит рядом с Айзеком Кристофера, который покупает мальчишке мороженое и путается пальцами в его неприкосновенных кудряшках.

peter: well, you know, you have to take a course.