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Request:  Anonymous said:stiles x reader where she is stressed out and he helps her relax with some smut?

Warnings: Smut.

Word Count: 854

Word Density: “Stiles”.

Between dealing with the supernatural world and school, you never got a break. You thought after high school all of it would end, boy were you wrong. It seemed just as things were okay at school, some new werewolf demon decided to show up and completely throw you off. Now you were failing anatomy and calculus.

You sat in your room surrounded by textbooks and worksheets. Stiles watches as you huffed and puffed over homework. It was raining outside which meant he would end up staying the night. Not that he was complaining. He loved coming over while you were studying because you were never fully dressed, just a tank top an underwear.

“This is so stupid!” You pushed the small stack of papers away from you, causing them to scatter across the room. “Maybe I’m just stupid.”

Stiles hopped off your bed and quickly rushed over to you. You leaned back in his arms that were gently wrapped around you. His embrace made you feel like all your worries were going away. His arms tightened around you and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re not stupid. Talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m stressed and anxious. I don’t know what I’m doing at all. Everything is going wrong and I’m scared.” His thumb caught your tear before it could fully drop.

He adjusted you on his lap so that you were facing him. “Why are you scared baby?”

“Everything goes wrong, Stiles.” You sighed and covered your eyes. “We’re never going to get away from all this supernatural bullshit. I want to just be a normal girl, but I can’t.”

His eyes quickly softened and he lightly kissed your lips. “Then we can go. We can leave Beacon Hills and you can be whoever you want to be. I’ll be with you.” He one again placed his lips on yours with his hands behind your neck, pulling you in.

The kiss quickly turned from sweet to one that was feverish and heated. His hands that were up at your cheeks quickly made their way down to your hips and bottom. There were so many emotions flowing between the two of you. You pressed your body up against his even more. Small whimpers and moans left your lips as his hands gripped your bare thighs. You could slowly feel all the stress and anxiety leaving you. Now being replaced with lust and desire. Stiles gripped the end of the shirt that was really his but was adorning your body.

“Just wanna make you feel good.” He panted against your lips, throwing your shirt to the ground. “Can I do that?”

Instead of answering, you unbuckled his pants and helped him shimmy out of him. He started trailing his kisses down your stomach. Before you had time to process what was about to happen, his already had your underwear down and his tongue pressed against your core. You let out a loud gasp as his tongue roughly stroked your clit.

“Oh god, Stiles!” You grabbed his hair and arched your back off the bed. He held down your hips with his left hand and rubbed your breast with his right. Every little problem seemingly disappeared with every flick of him tongue. A small knot was slowly building up in the pit of your stomach. He was bringing you closer and closer to your high. “Stiles, I’m so close-Fuck!”

Him mouth quickly left your bottom half, pressing against your lips. The taste of yourself filled your mouth causing you to moan even more. You could feel his bulge warm and hard against your thigh. Without hesitation, you pulled down his briefs and he thrusted into you as hard as he could. The feeling of him filling you up was even better than you can imagine. Every inch of you felt filled to the brink with his amazing length. His face contorted in pleasure at the feeling of how tight you were.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He grunted and continued thrusting into you roughly. “And tight. ‘Gotta fuck you more, babe.”

Your moans quickly got louder and turned into screams of pleasure as Stiles went deeper and deeper. The heavy headboard slammed roughly against the wall. His face was buried into the crook of your neck as he left a trail of messy kisses along your jawline. Your walls tightened and you knew you were close. Stiles hissed at the feelings of you getting even tighter around his cock. 

“S-Stiles, ‘m so close.” You cried and dug your nails into his back as he hit the right spot over and over again. “Stiles! Fuck!”

He reached in between you and started rubbing your clit as fast as he could. “Come on baby. Cum for me.”

“Stiles!”

You let out one final moan of his name and came undone. Every nerve in your body seemed to come alive, vision blurring slightly. Stiles let out a loud grunt and thrusted into you one last time before spilling inside you. He placed one last kiss on your lips and rolled off of you.

“Better?” He asked.

Summary: “ Anonymous said to theburninghales:I have a request: after a fight or smth, Reader gets severely injured and she is dying. Peter doesn’t want to turn her but he does, in order to save her. He feels guilty and wants to stay away from her but she is looking for him to thank him.”

Warnings: Violence.

Word count: 1,385.

Word density: “Blood”.

The ghost riders trying to take you was never something that ran through your mind. What would they ever want with you? You were average compared to everyone else in Beacon Hills. You were a B student, worked at a movie theater, and  were nowhere near supernatural.

Walking to your car that night just felt wrong. It seemed as if the moon had completely vanished and you were surrounded with nothing but darkness. Not even the street lights provided enough light to make you comfortable. Someone was following you, you just knew it.

Just walk faster, Y/N. You’re almost to the car.

A sudden gust of wind caught you off guard. The sounds of horses trotting caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Without even looking, you knew it was them. You quickly began to run, but soon feeling something tight wrap around your neck.

Flipped over onto your back, gasping for air, you clawed at your neck trying to remove the whip. The gravel scratched at your hands and thighs, but you continued to fight.

Why didn’t they just shoot me?

Coughed and sputtered as everything began to look hazy. A sharp pain spread from your ribs to your stomach. You could feel a warm liquid spreading down your body as you slowly gave up your fight.

“Get off of her!”

“Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!”

Peter never told anybody that he imprinted on Y/N. He wasn’t even apart of their pack, what would they care? He always felt drawn to her, but kept his distance. He doesn’t even remember imprinting on her. All Peter knows, is that he can’t get her out of his mind.

He knew when she was happy or sad. He could feel when she was hurting or in pain, which was usually only when she stubbed her toe or fell out of bed. This alarmed him. It was almost like her could hear her heartbeat pick up. As if she were running away from something. Knowing she should be driving home from work at this time, he knew something was wrong. He stopped everything he was doing and started searching for her scent.

Gotta find her. Gotta protect her. She’s close.

Her scent filled his nostrils as he landed eyes on her. She was on the ground, being strangled by a ghost rider. He couldn’t help but notice the fight she was putting up. The rider that caught her looked in his direction.

“Get off of her!”

A growl left Peter’s lips and he lunged at the creature. All he could see was red. He snapped the whip out of the monster’s hand. A newfound anger erupted from inside of Peter as he finished off the attacker. He glanced at Y/N and his heart dropped.

“Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!”

Her heartbeat was slowly beginning to fade away. Her breathing was barely audible and the smell of her blood flooded his nostrils. Peter fell to his knees in front of her, putting her head into his lap. Her shirt was soaked with blood from an open wound on her stomach, marks from the whip embedded in her neck leaving red bloody tracks, and blood dripping from her mouth.

Peter knew she was slipping. He grabbed onto her hand, it was cold.  He knew what he had to do, but something was holding him back. To him, she was perfect. His perfect girl living in her perfect world. He didn’t want to place this curse on her, and ruin her perfect world. Tears ran down his cheeks. He lifter up her shirt to find a place to leave his mark.

“I love you, please forgive me.”

The pack was waiting for her to get off of work and join them for movie night. Lydia stood up from the couch and let out a shrill scream. Scott paced back and forth as Lydia sputtered out your name with tears streaming down her face. An hour later, Peter walked into the living room holding her bridal style, clean of blood and cuts.

“Ghost riders, almost got her. She ” Peter mumbled as Scott followed him up the stairs.

Peter placed her down on the bed gently, placing the quilt over her small form. “Lydia-d-did  you turn her?”

“Please tell her I’m sorry.”

The open window let in a breeze that immediately woke her up. She felt different. She scrunched her eyebrows when Peter’s scent hit her. Why am I in Scott’s bed? Why am I not dead? She sat up and looked around the familiar room. The last thing she remembered was being dragged by the rider, and blood. So much blood.

Her senses were heightened. The smell of Scott’s room making her want to vomit. Not his room, just his lacrosse bag. She could hear Liam drop a piece of string cheese on the carpet. A small smile met her lips as she put two and two together.

A dull pain on her stomach caught her attention when she stood up. Wincing slightly she looked in the mirror. No marks around the neck. She lifted up the t-shirt that fell mid thigh, it reeked of Peter, but she loved it for some reason. A large bite mark was slowly fading away.  The skin around the area was slightly purple, but didn’t hurt.

“Y/N!” Scott smiled as he entered the room. “You’re finally up.”

He pulled her into a big hug. “Scott, I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I can smell it.” He trailed off as he let go. “We almost lost you out there, Y/N. You lost so much blood, Peter said-.”

“Peter? Peter did this?” A soft smile met her lips, yellow eyes glowing with excitement.

Scott laughed. “Peter saved your life.” Y/N quickly darted to where her black converse lied next to the bed. “Woah where are you going?”

“Gotta find him. Tell him how much I appreciate him.”

The moon shone on his face. He didn’t want to hurt her. Sure, he thought about turning her before, but with her permission. Never did he think a life or death situation would be the thing that made him bite her. The thought of never having her crushed him completely. Even if he didn’t actually have her.

It had to be around 2am. He couldn’t get any sleep, the once sweet dreams he used to have about her were now transformed into nightmares of her covered in blood, only he gave her the bite too late. He couldn’t save her. Picking at a small purple flower that came from the ground, he caught her scent.

“I’ve been looking for you all night, Hale.” She chuckled and sat down next to him.

He looked up at her, feeling guilty when he noticed her glowing yellow orbs. “Just trying to take my mind off things.”

“I wanted to thank you, Peter Hale, for saving my life.” She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks. “I wasn’t just gonna sit there and let you bleed out or let them take you. You sure did put up one hell of a fight though.”

“Did I now?” She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “If it weren’t or you, I wouldn’t be here right now. I know this is gonna sound cheesy and you hate cheesy things, but you’re my hero. You’re my knight in shining armor and I-I love you.”

Her bright  colored eyes shifted back to her normal doe eyes. She looked up at him, eyes dropping down to his lips as they leaned in closer. Peter couldn’t wait anylonger as he pressed his lips against her’s passionately. He waited for this moment for so long, and now he was going to savor it for as long a he could. They both pulled away.

Summary: “ Anonymous said to theburninghales:I have a request: after a fight or smth, Reader gets severely injured and she is dying. Peter doesn’t want to turn her but he does, in order to save her. He feels guilty and wants to stay away from her but she is looking for him to thank him.”

Warnings: Violence.

Word count: 1,385.

Word density: “Blood”.

The ghost riders trying to take you was never something that ran through your mind. What would they ever want with you? You were average compared to everyone else in Beacon Hills. You were a B student, worked at a movie theater, and  were nowhere near supernatural.

Walking to your car that night just felt wrong. It seemed as if the moon had completely vanished and you were surrounded with nothing but darkness. Not even the street lights provided enough light to make you comfortable. Someone was following you, you just knew it.

Just walk faster, Y/N. You’re almost to the car.

A sudden gust of wind caught you off guard. The sounds of horses trotting caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Without even looking, you knew it was them. You quickly began to run, but soon feeling something tight wrap around your neck.

Flipped over onto your back, gasping for air, you clawed at your neck trying to remove the whip. The gravel scratched at your hands and thighs, but you continued to fight.

Why didn’t they just shoot me?

Coughed and sputtered as everything began to look hazy. A sharp pain spread from your ribs to your stomach. You could feel a warm liquid spreading down your body as you slowly gave up your fight.

“Get off of her!”

“Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!”

Peter never told anybody that he imprinted on Y/N. He wasn’t even apart of their pack, what would they care? He always felt drawn to her, but kept his distance. He doesn’t even remember imprinting on her. All Peter knows, is that he can’t get her out of his mind.

He knew when she was happy or sad. He could feel when she was hurting or in pain, which was usually only when she stubbed her toe or fell out of bed. This alarmed him. It was almost like her could hear her heartbeat pick up. As if she were running away from something. Knowing she should be driving home from work at this time, he knew something was wrong. He stopped everything he was doing and started searching for her scent.

Gotta find her. Gotta protect her. She’s close.

Her scent filled his nostrils as he landed eyes on her. She was on the ground, being strangled by a ghost rider. He couldn’t help but notice the fight she was putting up. The rider that caught her looked in his direction.

“Get off of her!”

A growl left Peter’s lips and he lunged at the creature. All he could see was red. He snapped the whip out of the monster’s hand. A newfound anger erupted from inside of Peter as he finished off the attacker. He glanced at Y/N and his heart dropped.

“Y/N! Look at me! Stay with me!”

Her heartbeat was slowly beginning to fade away. Her breathing was barely audible and the smell of her blood flooded his nostrils. Peter fell to his knees in front of her, putting her head into his lap. Her shirt was soaked with blood from an open wound on her stomach, marks from the whip embedded in her neck leaving red bloody tracks, and blood dripping from her mouth.

Peter knew she was slipping. He grabbed onto her hand, it was cold.  He knew what he had to do, but something was holding him back. To him, she was perfect. His perfect girl living in her perfect world. He didn’t want to place this curse on her, and ruin her perfect world. Tears ran down his cheeks. He lifter up her shirt to find a place to leave his mark.

“I love you, please forgive me.”

The pack was waiting for her to get off of work and join them for movie night. Lydia stood up from the couch and let out a shrill scream. Scott paced back and forth as Lydia sputtered out your name with tears streaming down her face. An hour later, Peter walked into the living room holding her bridal style, clean of blood and cuts.

“Ghost riders, almost got her. She ” Peter mumbled as Scott followed him up the stairs.

Peter placed her down on the bed gently, placing the quilt over her small form. “Lydia-d-did  you turn her?”

“Please tell her I’m sorry.”

The open window let in a breeze that immediately woke her up. She felt different. She scrunched her eyebrows when Peter’s scent hit her. Why am I in Scott’s bed? Why am I not dead? She sat up and looked around the familiar room. The last thing she remembered was being dragged by the rider, and blood. So much blood.

Her senses were heightened. The smell of Scott’s room making her want to vomit. Not his room, just his lacrosse bag. She could hear Liam drop a piece of string cheese on the carpet. A small smile met her lips as she put two and two together.

A dull pain on her stomach caught her attention when she stood up. Wincing slightly she looked in the mirror. No marks around the neck. She lifted up the t-shirt that fell mid thigh, it reeked of Peter, but she loved it for some reason. A large bite mark was slowly fading away.  The skin around the area was slightly purple, but didn’t hurt.

“Y/N!” Scott smiled as he entered the room. “You’re finally up.”

He pulled her into a big hug. “Scott, I’m a werewolf.”

“Yeah, I can smell it.” He trailed off as he let go. “We almost lost you out there, Y/N. You lost so much blood, Peter said-.”

“Peter? Peter did this?” A soft smile met her lips, yellow eyes glowing with excitement.

Scott laughed. “Peter saved your life.” Y/N quickly darted to where her black converse lied next to the bed. “Woah where are you going?”

“Gotta find him. Tell him how much I appreciate him.”

The moon shone on his face. He didn’t want to hurt her. Sure, he thought about turning her before, but with her permission. Never did he think a life or death situation would be the thing that made him bite her. The thought of never having her crushed him completely. Even if he didn’t actually have her.

It had to be around 2am. He couldn’t get any sleep, the once sweet dreams he used to have about her were now transformed into nightmares of her covered in blood, only he gave her the bite too late. He couldn’t save her. Picking at a small purple flower that came from the ground, he caught her scent.

“I’ve been looking for you all night, Hale.” She chuckled and sat down next to him.

He looked up at her, feeling guilty when he noticed her glowing yellow orbs. “Just trying to take my mind off things.”

“I wanted to thank you, Peter Hale, for saving my life.” She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks. “I wasn’t just gonna sit there and let you bleed out or let them take you. You sure did put up one hell of a fight though.”

“Did I now?” She chuckled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “If it weren’t or you, I wouldn’t be here right now. I know this is gonna sound cheesy and you hate cheesy things, but you’re my hero. You’re my knight in shining armor and I-I love you.”

Her bright  colored eyes shifted back to her normal doe eyes. She looked up at him, eyes dropping down to his lips as they leaned in closer. Peter couldn’t wait anylonger as he pressed his lips against her’s passionately. He waited for this moment for so long, and now he was going to savor it for as long a he could. They both pulled away.