#peter sutherland x reader

[kausstar]

— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ anxious , peter sutherland .

female reader. kissing. you’re stubborn. request from anon. ꒰ peter was always up at night before he had to duty to protect you so it was normal for him to stay up, but he’s become more anxious since then too. ꒱

“come on. sleep,” he sighed, spotting you sitting up in the bed of the hotel after his shower. he had been telling you the same thing for the past hour but you haven’t listened, of course. you knew how serious he was when he said it and you only chuckle at him. actually, not only at him but at the thought that he cares about you sleeping but will stay up all night long.

“i will, if you will,” you say, watching him stuff his dirty clothes in one of his duffel bags that sat on the couch by the window. you hear him sigh again, just lighter as he zips the bag up. “fine,” he mumbled finally turning around to you. he walked over to the single bed, moved onto the side that was empty and he got in.

he laid himself down and opened his arm closest to you so you could lay on his chest. with a stupid smile, you did so, letting his arm wrap around you and his warmth be your own. eyes closed, you feel him place a soft kiss to your head. “goodnight,” he mumbled after. “goodnight,” you whispered and only hoped he heard.

you didn’t feel yourself drift off, but in the middle of the night you go to turn and feel nothing holding you. your eyes slowly open before you wiped the sleep from your eyes. vision now clear, you only see empty sheets below you through the darkness. you panic for a little until you hear light snoring close by.

you look over to the source of sound to find him sitting up on the couch, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. without much thought, you got out of bed, thin hotel blanket dragging on the floor behind you as you move your way over to the couch. carefully, you laid on the other side of him. you curled your legs to make sure they didn’t hit him and you used the armrest of the couch as a pillow.

you feel asleep to his light snoring and soon dozed off.

xxx

his eyes shutter open, sun from the window hurting his eyes. after waking up a bit, his first instinct is to check if you’re okay so he scans over your bed through squinted eyes and find empty sheets. his eyes quickly opened wide and without letting his eyes adjust to the new found light in the room he could only blink multiple times. confusion and concern floods his stomach and lungs. he calls out your name as he stands, not taking in the fact he just woke up so he tumbles a bit.

he’s quick makes his way towards the bathroom, shouting your name a bit louder. he moves back the shower curtains, finding nothing. “peter?” he hears you call and he’s confused as he moves out of the bathroom, back into the main area. in sed area, he finds you rubbing your eyes, blanket covering your legs.

his heart settles in it’s rightful place in his chest. “when’d you get out of bed?” he asks, not showing his relief in all its glory as he walked towards you. “when i noticed you weren’t sleeping with me anymore. why? is there something wrong?” you ask, pulling the blanket from you so you could stand but he shakes his head. “no, i just thought something had happened since i couldn’t find you,” he said, sitting back down next to you. his arm are quick to wrap around your torso so he could pull you closer and you let it happen. you leaned into his touch.

“sorry,” you mumbled out and you spot the look of confusion on his features. “why?” he asks. “about scaring you. i just wanted to be close is all,” you replied, his eyes looking into yours. at first there’s no response, until he cups your cheek and leans down to kiss you. the two of you kiss each other with lazy lips. soft long kisses becoming your best friend as you do so.

soon after, he pulls away. “don’t apologize,” he says, sweetly and you could only melt, a smile finding its way onto each of your faces.

 2023 kausstar.

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[callmemaeverick]

The Spy Next Door [Peter Sutherland x Reader]

Summary: Title technically says it all.

Part II

The apartment across from yours had been empty for a long time before he moved in and you had liked it that way. It gave you a sense of security, especially since they were situated at the end of the hall. But then, one day, you got back from a grocery run to find the door to 5J ajar. There were sounds coming from within, male voices, and just like that, a sliver of dread crept up your spine.

It was not always in your nature to be suspicious, but the building was not located in the safest part of the city and you were a single woman, living alone, hours away from your family. Thankfully, in the year you have lived there, you hadn’t encountered any mishaps yet. Still, you could never be too careful.

And now, there would be men living across from you. You cringed internally at the thought of having to acknowledge someone’s presence, so say empty hellos and insincere how are yous. You dreaded the thought of football matches and parties that lasts into the night.

But there was nothing much you could do but hope that you’ll get along. As silent as you could, you went up to your door. You didn't want to meet them. At least not yet.

But it seems like fate had it out for you that day because just as you were about to turn the key, you heard the greeting.

"Hey, you must be the neighbor!"

You winced, but turned around none the less. "Hello,"

The man in front of you was about your height, skinny and from the looks of him, very chatty. His smile was wide and mischievous as he approached you. "I'm Cisco, the best friend."

You blinked at the introduction, weirded out by the way he phrased it. Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the man chuckled. "I'm just helping him move. Not that he has a lot to begin with. My man keeps it simple."

Definitely chatty, you thought.

"Cisco, come on! Stop harassing her." A voice came from inside the apartment and you had to look up, up and up until you met a pair of kind hazel eyes. This man, the man who would was going to live across from you was wholy different from his best friend. Other than being very tall, he is also broad-shouldered, hinting to time in the gym.

And to make matters worse, he isn't unattractive.

"I'm sorry about him. He's just excited I'm not crashing on his couch anymore." He joked lightly and reached across his friend. "I'm Peter."

You took it, introducing yourself at the same time.

"So, we're gonna go for some coffee," Cisco told you. "and you're welcomed to join."

And there it was. You knew he meant well but because of his more extroverted nature, he didn't see that you were getting slightly overwhelmed. But Peter did because he quickly slung an arm over Cisco's shoulders and pulled him away from you.

"How about we don't scare my neighbor on my first day, huh? I'm pretty sure she has better things to do than hang out with your ass." He looked back at you over his friends' shoulder, his eyes apologetic.

You nodded gratefully in reply . "Maybe next time?" You said, just for the sake of it. "I-I just got home."

And that was that.

You said goodbye as they strolled down the hall and out of sight and locked your door. You trained your focus to sorting out your groceries, not on your new handsome neighbor.

A few hours later, a knock came at your door, and your heart jumped in your chest. When you saw Peter through the peephole, you had to remind yourself that you were not alone in that section of the building anymore.

"Hey," Peter greeted when you opened the door and if he noticed you didn't take off your chain, he did not react to it. "I-uhh, I just want to apologize for Cisco. He’s harmless but can be a bit… forward."

A small smile graced your lips at his gesture. It was sweet of him. "No, that's okay. Thank you though, for noticing."

Peter shrugged, no big deal, and then revealed something from behind his back. "Well, I uhh- I got you these from the shop around the corner? Charles'?" He looked back at the name on the small doggie bag. "Chels'. They're chocolate crossaints."

Almost instantly, your mouth watered. If theres two things you love to eat, it’s chocolate and croissants. The surprise and hesitation must have shown on your face because Peter added. "As a peace offering. Come on. Please?"

A part of you warned you to take caution, but another part of you, the part that had appreciated his attentiveness and his thoughtfulness had started to trust him. So slowly, you undid your chain and opened the door wider. You took the bag from him and peered inside. The pastry smelled divine. "This is very nice of you. Now I feel bad that I didn't have anything in return." You told him.

"Nah, that's alright." He waved you off. "Maybe next time."

TBC

Ps: I have a few more of this already written. Planning to make this a 4/5 parter. Let me know if yall want to read em.

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[underoospeterparker]

peter distracting his princess while shes trying to study for an exam. needy peter basically

i think this is for peter sutherland but i thought it would fit peter parker too so you can read it for either <3

"baby," peter whined softly, turning your chair to face him. "you've been studying for ages. can we cuddle?"

you giggled, cupping his face in your hands. "are you four?" you asked, half joking and half serious.

he pouted. he literally pouted and you burst out laughing; a loud, wheezing one that made your boyfriend's face brighten.

"just a little longer. please?" you gave him your best puppy dog eyes and he finally relented.

"fine," he said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "come outside in 20 minutes."

an hour later, your boyfriend slammed open the door again. you pretended like you didn't notice peter glaring at you from across the room, and you stayed silent until he gave up.

he closed your laptop lid with so much force you thought it would break. "have you seen the time?" he asked you angrily.

you lifted your eyes from your closed laptop to his face, eyes slightly watering. at this, his entire demeanour shifted, face softening and eyebrows creasing, a look of worry prominent on his face. "what's wrong?" he asked, panicked. "did i do something? sweetheart, i-"

your face betrayed you, lips curling into a smile at his concern even though nothing had happened. your giggles turned to screams as peter picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"peter!" you shrieked, still laughing. "what are you doing?"

"kidnapping you," he grinned. "you've been studying for so long, i think you've gone a bit mental."

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[loove-persevering]

Peter Sutherland x fem!Reader (The Night Agent)

Description: Peter comes home injured from a mission and needs a little TLC! fem!reader (requested!)

Warnings: Fluff!!! Little angst!

Hi all first time writing for Peter! It’s a little short but I was excited! Please send some more Im working on another in my inbox tomorrow:)

The worry never went away really. Dating someone who was an agent for the FBI and the white house you constantly were holding your breath waiting for Peter to come back home.

Every single time the phone rang you would swear your heart rate increased out of fear that you’d get a call similar to the one you got the night of the Metro Bombing.

Peter knew how to take care of himself. That was forsure and he took care of you as well but that didn’t mean you didn’t worry. He had been gone on an assignment for about a week of course you had no idea where or what that entailed due to the security of his job and you never asked questions because he’d never tell. Peter was good at being loyal not only to you but his job, he had expectations to uphold for himself despite the building pressure on his shoulders.

He had called a few hours ago and you could tell by his voice he was exhausted. He said he’d be home tonight but late, probably in the middle of the night. For your sanity you attempted to stay up just wanting to see him walk through the door would help you rest easier.

Easier said than done though because you had fallen asleep on the couch the TV illuminating the light on Peter's face as he gently woke you. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust and when you finally did you noticed the wounds scattered across his face, nothing severe but you knew things didn’t go as smoothly as you had hoped they would for him. “Oh Peter,” You say, reaching up cupping the side of his cheek. He was resting on the couch with you, his forehead pressed into yours as his eyes closed. You knew he rested better when you were around. Sometimes you swore he was nocturnal but other times you looked over mid-movie and he was pressed up against you asleep.

“It’s nothing,” He assures you. “I've had worse,” He admits and you both knew he was right. His eyes flutter open and he looks at you, his eyes soft, delicate like as he looked at you. He pushed his body forward, his lips meeting yours, nothing but a chaste kiss to give you both some comfort.

When you pulled away it wasn’t a moment later his hand rested along your jaw pulling you back in. The kiss had a little more to it this time, not as innocent as the first. You didn’t pull away until you heard the sharp intake of his breath when he pushed himself to be on top of you, “What?” You ask him.

He sighs, pulling himself off of you carefully, “My rib,” He says his eyes are squinting in pain as he tries to correct his position.

You move forward with your hands gently pulling at the bottom of his shirt, “I think you should take me to dinner first,” He says with a slight smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and laugh continuing to lift his shift, “Peter,” You sigh, seeing the blood dripping from a cut. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches but it needed to be cleaned up. “Can you take it off? I’ll go grab some bandages,” You say pushing off the couch to stand.

It was one quick movement for him to peel off his shirt displaying his toned torso. “Y/N,” Peter said, smiling up at you. “You gonna go get it?” He asks and you felt yourself hold back a smile realizing he had caught your gaze.

“Smart ass,” You mumble, turning away from him. You went to the bathroom grabbing everything you needed and walked back in the living room. Peter leaned back against the couch, his head resting and his eyes closed. When he heard the floor creak he glanced up his eyes watching you as you walked back over toward him. “You’re gonna hate this,” You admit to him as you sit down getting the bottle of alcohol out.

You concentrated the next few minutes cleaning up the wound on his abdomen, and then moving up to his face to help clean the peppered cuts along his neck and jaw. “I hate not knowing this is happening to you.” You tell him and he winced at the contact from the alcohol. “I hate not knowing your hurt when you're away.”

His hand reaches up and clasps your wrist, “I know.” He says gently. “The only thing I'm thinking about is coming back home to you,” He says.

Your face grew into the softest expression as you stared at him in awe. Peter was always so reassuring and he always seemed to know what you needed to hear. “You better,” You say sniffling.

“You know I think you like bandaging me up anyway gives you an excuse to gawk.” You gently push his shoulder with your hand smiling at him. “It’s okay you can, I sure do.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Oh you do?” You say leaning on closer to him, your faces only inches apart.

That was all it took for him to pull you in, his hand slipping behind your neck as he pulled you in. The kiss was innocent enough at first and then it began to become more feverish. You reach a hand up running through his hair and his hand runs along the lower part of your back. He tugs you gently as if to tell you what he wanted and you slide your leg over straddling him.

“Peter,” You say, pulling away from the kiss. Peter just pulled you back in and you seemingly melted into another kiss just as quickly as he did. “Peter,” You pull back again.

“Hmm,” He mumbles as you pull away.

“Whatever you do, just always try and come home okay?” You ask him. His gaze softened slightly as he realized what you were saying. “Just try I know it’s the job but-“ You begin to scramble your words.

“Y/N,” He cuts you off his thumb running circles at your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m always gonna try and get home to you okay?” He says. “Always.”

“Okay,” You say back to him. “But for now how about you make it up to me for all the worrying I do?” You say and he grins and you swear he was going to kill you with his smile.

“Yes ma'am,” He says not wasting a second pulling you back in for another kiss.

———-

Sorry for any typos! Didn’t proof read!

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[ed-mnsn]

stress management

peter sutherland x female!reader

summary: peter always takes care of you

warnings: smut! 18+ minors dni, unprotected piv (use protection!), oral (f receiving), light choking (if you squint), praise, fluff, very very sweet, banter, 2.6k!

a/n: im literally obsessed with peter sutherland i can’t take it. the lack of fics on here is astonishing so here i am! enjoy!!!

Peter Sutherland is a gentle giant. He’s a true gentleman, always opening car doors and offering his jacket, never failing to treat you as special as you deserve to be. 

He’s a pleaser, and he definitely will have his way with you. The nights you need it most, high-strung and running on empty after work. He always takes care of you. 

Peter gets you under him, and he absolutely doesn’t mind you being a pillow princess at all. He kisses you just right, firmly, not too harsh. He grounds you, leeches the stress right out of your body. You can’t help but writhe under his touch, solid hands running along every inch of skin he can get to. The way he mouths at your neck is criminal, and you curse yourself for being so professional, or else you’d let him mark up every inch of your skin. 

“Pete,” you whisper breathily, not really asking for anything, just saying his name for the sake of it. You feel the curl of his mouth as he smiles where your ear meets your jawbone. 

He makes you giddy, eager, weightless, a reminder that you’re a real person behind the shell of a woman that works a 9-5 corporate desk job. He brings out the best in you, makes you feel like the you that you love. 

Your hands play with the hair at the base of his neck, latching onto the strands when he slips a hand under your shirt. Your body is second nature to him, well-known territory that he never gets sick of exploring. He lightly pinches one of your nipples, making you bite your lip, a warm hum leaving your mouth. 

His hips are slotted over yours, very little left to the imagination with the thin cotton pajama pants he’s wearing, probably nothing underneath knowing him. You can feel him half-hard through the material and your mouth waters at the thought of getting your hands on him. 

Peter really loves on you. Always makes you feel special. His lips meet yours again and you breathe him in. He smells like a fresh shower and after-shave, light and airy and so delectable. You lick into his mouth slightly, needing more. He takes the bait, playfully nipping at your bottom lip, wringing it through his teeth. It makes you keen. 

The way Peter makes you feel is utterly sinful. You want to ravish him, swallow him whole. He’s kissing you like you’re the only thing that matters, a hand sliding down your waist to play with the band of your little silk pajama shorts. He knows you wear them for comfort, but God, he thinks you look so sexy in them. 

You groan into his mouth as he slips a hand into your bottoms, finger tips just grazing over your clit through the fabric of your panties. You buck your hips up into him, but you know he likes to savor you. 

“You’re being a tease,” you say, winded, into his mouth. 

“You new around here or something?” He answers, unable to hide the smirk that’s formed on his lips.

You can’t even manage to respond, because he pulls your thong to the side and runs a finger through your slick. You’re dripping wet and Peter groans, low and rough and doing absolutely nothing to ease the ache at your core.

His pointer finger prods at your hole but doesn’t actually enter. Your hands slide down his neck, landing on his shoulders and gripping hard, surely to leave marks. The vice grip sobers you into realizing he still has his shirt on, and you quickly decide that that needs to change. 

He continues rubbing lazy circles into your clit while you paw as his shirt, grabbing his attention enough to notice that you want it off. You whimper slightly as he leans back onto his knees, swiftly pulling the fabric up and over his shoulders. 

The sight of Peter’s body never gets old. His abs flex as he throws his shirt to the ground and if you weren’t being too careful you might’ve drooled. You reach up to his torso, running a hand over his muscles and fawning, not even remotely trying to hide it. 

Peter blushes, and you love when he gets like this. He looks like he could be on the cover of a swimsuit magazine but he’s oh so bashful when you gawk at him. 

“You’re staring.” He says, eyebrows raised and glint in his eye. 

“Aren’t I allowed?” You question, posh. 

He leans down slipping a finger under the hem of your shorts and panties. 

“I guess I’ll let it slide,” he answers, before pulling both of the garments off at once. 

You squeal, laughing, reaching for him. He grabs one of your ankles as it kicks into the air, kissing your calf sweetly. 

He’s got a full view of your wet cunt and it makes him groan, scanning your body as if he doesn’t already have it committed to memory. 

“You’re staring.” You say mockingly, smirking up at him. 

There’s a brief moment, a pause where he’s just looking at you. 

“I know.” He rasped, leaning in further to kiss just above the inside of your knee. 

Butterflies swarm as he travels down the bed, getting eye level with your heat. 

Here’s a fact about Peter: he eats pussy and he eats it well. 

He eats pussy like it’s his favorite hobby in the world. The way you taste makes him moan, and the way you writhe under him? God, he’d be happy man if he died between your thighs. 

He plants wet kisses to your inner thighs, licking and biting the skin there, knowing you can’t chastise him for it because he’s the only one who gets to see you down there. 

You whine as he presses a kiss to your labia, and you think you might pass out as he licks the excess slick off his lips. He finally indulges you, tongue darting across your clit, your hands quickly making their way to his hair. 

He’s like a man starved, devouring you whole. You cry out as he suctions his lips on your bud, sucking and lapping at your sloppy cunt. It’s wet and loud, and you buck your hips into the air as he curses into you. 

He wraps his arms under your thighs, firm hands planting your hips back down into the mattress. With nowhere else to go but towards him, you grind into his face. It’s frantic, wild, and everything you ever needed. 

His warm tongue dips into your hole, making you keen at the entrance. One hand’s pulling at his hair and the other intertwines with his on top of your hip. His nose prods at your clit as he tongue-fucks you, stimulating every nerve in your body.  

“Pete,” you cry, “Fuck!”

“That’s it babe.” He encourages quickly, before licking a hot flat stripe up your folds. He’s working your clit again, saliva running down his chin. 

You feel the build in your gut, heart racing and heat washing over you. It’s dizzying, all-encompassing. You’re whining, crying out his name, as he pants into your core. The warmth of his breath makes you shudder and it’s not long until your back is arching and you’re coming on his face.

He moans with you, lapping at you until your chest is heaving and you’re licked clean. 

Your hands run gently through his hair, attempting to set it back into place. He crawls back up to you, and the wet spot of precome on the front of his pants doesn’t go unnoticed. 

You can’t help but laugh at the sight of his face hovering over yours. He looks giddy, ecstatic, like he just won the lottery. His lips are red and swollen, spit slick and begging to be kissed. 

You pull him to your lips, tasting yourself on his mouth and humming. 

“Good?” He questions, just barely pulling away from your lips. 

“Eh, you get points for trying.” You chide, unable to hold back your laughter. He laughs with you, unrestrained, quickly moving to play-wrestle you on top of him. 

Straddling him forces you to feel the bulge in his pants, his hard cock pressing into your sensitive cunt. You kiss him fiercely, frenzied, not able to hold back your want for him to be inside you much longer. 

He takes advantage of this position by pulling your shirt up over your head. Your tits fall right in his face, giving him ample access to suck on the flesh there. You moan as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, circling the nub with his tongue, lightly grazing over it with his teeth. 

His head tilts at the perfect angle for you to lap at his neck. You’re suddenly very grateful that he doesn’t bruise easily. Your hips grind into his solid length, and he hisses. 

“Shit,” he breathes heavily. “Need to be inside you.” 

“Please, Peter.” You beg, even though he’d indulge you in absolutely anything. 

He’s turning you back onto the mattress, maneuvering his pants off with the swift skill of a quick-change theater kid. 

You spread your legs for him, cunt aching to be touched again. His cock stand upright, the tip red and leaking. Your mouth waters, and if you both weren’t so eager for him to be inside you, you’d suck him off right then and there. 

You reach for it though, stroking him a few times and he hips naturally gravitate towards you. One of his hands lands on the mattress next to your head, and the other reaches to brush a strand of hair from your forehead. 

Typical of Peter, to be so sweet when you both know he’s about to fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk in the morning. 

“Love you,” he offers, blush creeping down his neck. 

“Love you more,” you answer, kissing him firmly, “now fuck me, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, running the tip of his cock through your folds. 

The slide of his dick into your cunt is something you’ll never get sick of. His eyes are locked with yours as he buries into you, moans easily slipping from both of your mouths. The stretch is heavenly, filling you to the brim. 

He pumps in and out of you a few times, letting you get used to the drag of his cock against your walls. 

You pulls his mouth to yours as he speeds up, but its really no use because you’re a mess of whimpers and moans, all of which he swallows gladly. He pounds into you recklessly, balls slapping against your ass. 

Peter’s hands touch every inch of skin they can, sliding down your waist, brushing over your nipples, fingers wrapping around your throat. Your belly curls in on itself at the firm grip he has on your neck. It’s so fucking hot that you don’t know what to do with yourself, helplessly pawing at his back as he splits you open. 

He’s loud, shattered breath rasping your name repeatedly. He’s swearing himself to you, just as he has a multitude of other times. 

“God, Pete!” You wail, the bucking of his hips sending a jolt up your spine. 

“S’good,” he whispers, “so good for me.” 

He kisses you with his whole being, and even when his lips aren’t on yours, you’re just breathing each other in. Trading exhalations, sharing glances. 

You’re both sweaty, hot, mad with pleasure, when he sits back and clutches your hips, pulling your body even closer to him. The new angle lets his cock hit your g-spot, a strangled moan falling past your lips. 

The feeling is instant, how quickly it makes your spine go hot. Your legs start to shake, stomach clenching, and he knows. 

The pleasure falls over you like a wave, building and building, teetering on the the edge of a crash. His thumb finds it’s way to your clit and suddenly you’re drowning, gasping, begging, uttering his name like they’re the last words that will ever leave your mouth. 

“”M coming, Peter,” you manage to cry, and he’s groaning along with you, balls pulling tight and filling you with his load at the same time you fall over the edge. 

Your head is thrown back into the sheets, back arching pornographically as he clings onto you for dear life. You’re gasping, legs trembling as he hovers down over you, careful not to crush you as he offers the last few remaining pumps into your core. 

The noise is the room is reserved for both of your heavy breaths, foreheads touching, grounding each other. He kisses you and wipes the hair out of your eyes before gently pulling out, your grimace not going unnoticed. 

He pecks your cheek quickly, rolling off the bed. You hear the sink in the bathroom running, and he comes back with a warm washcloth as always. He’s diligent in wiping you down delicately, using only the softest of touches to clean you up. You gladly sit there and watch him, face red and a smile on your lips. You’re happy with this life. 

He throws the towel on the ground (fuck the hardwood floors, right?), and slips back into bed, pulling the covers over both of you. 

It’s hard to keep yourself from kissing him, but you just can’t resist. 

“Satisfactory?” He quips, that bright smile on his face. 

“You know the answer to that, Sutherland.” 

“Do I? I think you should give me an in-depth a highlight reel-” You hit him playfully, cutting him off. 

He counter attacks with a kiss. 

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[sandraleclerc]

The One You Love

Pairing: Peter sutherland x female!y/n

Warnings: angst, fluff, kissing, jeaolusy

Summary: Since Peter is protecting Rose he´s never at home and the few times you saw him was with her. When someday the two of them show on yours and Peters apartment, you can´t blame yourself for feeling that he doesn´t want you anymore.

You and Peter have been dating for three years now, although because of his working hours you didn´t see him too much, both of you managed to make this relationship work, because you couldn´t hide the feelings you had for each other. Since the first time you met you knew you wouldn´t just be friends, he was just made for you.

You loved this man more than you could say, he was the love of your life, you couldn´t imagine a life without Peter and you thought that neither could him.

There has been a lot of days since you saw him, you knew he was in a type of mission for the white house, he was protecting some girl called Rose, her uncle and aunt died because they were involved in someting very serious of the government and they were after her now. You were aware of that, and that they were trying to get to the bottom of the case and all of that.

You understand it, you really did, but you just couldn´t stop thinking that you wanted things to be like before, you just wanted to be with your boyfriend talking, cuddling, whatever, you wanted him with you. But it was his job, he had to do it, even he was risking his life for this, but he wanted to help with all of this, he loved his country, his job and he would do wathever to serve it.

You were now on your sofa watching some random movie that you choose from netflix, you weren´t paying a lot of attention to it, you were only thinking of Peter, where could he been now?, was he okey?. You thought that of course he was with Rose keeping each other company in some place, you couldn´t hesitate and feel a little bit jealous.

"It doesn´t matter" you said to yourself, but oh it really mattered to you, a lot.

You were almost asleep when you heard the sound of some keys opening the front door. That could only be one person.

Peter.

You got up from the sofa a little exhausted to go to the front door, "he was finally here" you thought. Maybe the two of you could have some time together finally, that made you smile.

You saw Peter and thats when the two of you did eye contact, your smile couldn´t be bigger, you couldn´t stand and walk straight to him.

"Y/n" he said with a relieved tone.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him as tightly as you could, you´ve missed him so much. His arms hugged you around your waist, while you hide your head in his neck.

"I missed you so much" you said while you separated from his embrace. You grabbed his chin to take a look of his face.

"What happened to your face?" his face had a lot of scratches and it didn´t look quite good.

"Someone was chasing us and I had to fight" he said.

"Oh Peter" you sounded worried, and you were, it could have been worse.

Wait, did he say, us?

"Us?" Thats when you notice that all the time Rose was standing behind him, thats why you didn´t saw her, and well, all your attention was caught by Peter.

"Oh" you said while you separated from Peter, you were disappointed and a little upset.

You weren´t upset because he brought her in yours and Peters place, you were upset because after a long time without seeing each other you could have had finally some time together alone.

You looked at her, god she was beautiful.

"Y/n, this is Rose" Peter didn´t stop looking at you, you didn´t know why.

"Hi, i didn´t want to ruin the moment for you two, so i just stayex quiet, that´s why i didn´t introduced myself sorry” she said while gesturing with her hands.

"Don´t worry, it doesn´t matter, im Y/N" you faked a smile for her, you were a little upset, but you didn´t want to be rude at her.

"Im going to show Rose the guest room" Peter said looking at you.

You nod at him.

You watched them disappear and went to the same spot in the sofa that you were. You were exhausted, you really thought that Peter and you were going to have calm finally, but you were wrong. At least, he could have tell you that the two of them were coming here, but he didn´t.

You were a very insecure person and the fact that he didn´t tell you made you think of the worst, it wasn´t just that, they passed all the days together, you can´t blame yourself for overthinking about this.

"Y/n?"

You looked at him, he was so handsome, the most beautiful man you had ever seen, you loved how the suit that he was wearing suited him perfectly, he looked perfect.

He took a spot next to you in the sofa.

"It was last minute, I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to put ourselves in danger, so i thought that we could come here" You knew he was looking at you, but your eyes were on the front. You didn´t want to look at him, because maybe if you did you would fall into his arms in no time.

"Y/n look at me" you couldn´t.

He grabbed you by the chin to make you look at him "Y/n talk to me". You finally look at him, he was staring at you deeply.

"Why didn´t you just tell me?" you said, you were now a little sad, why couldn´t he just let you know, you didnt heard of him for so long.

"I don't always have the same phone so no one can chase us, and I didn't want to risk that if I called you, maybe they would go for you too" he said staring at you. "I love you Y/n, i don´t want to lose you"

You stand up, escaping from his touch. "Maybe your lying to me, she is nice and beautiful, i wouldn´t blame you if you said that you don´t don´t love me anymore" you were now about to cry. You walked to the windows that were next to the sofa, you didn´t want to look at him, if you did you would cry.

"Who?" he said standing up and walking towards you from behind.

"You know who" you said looking outside.

"No i don´t" he said. You could feel his presence behind you.

You turned around, you were know so close that your faces were a few centimeters from each other. "You know that you spent all the time now with Rose, shes pretty and im sure that she is a wonderful person too, we don´t even see each other now, i don´t blame you"

"Y/n listen to me" he grabbed your face "You are the only woman that i love and that i will love my entire life, your the love of my life, and i hate that you compare yourself to others. I will never change you if it´s what you think, im so deeply in love with you that i can´t explain it. Im sorry for not being with you like before, i hate it too, the only thing i want is to be with you, but i have this mission now and i have to do this. But i promise you that when this ends i won´t leave you"

You were now crying, how could you doubt of him.

He wiped your tears with his fingers. "Don´t cry"

"Im sorry Peter, you know i love you" you said staring at him.

"Im the one who is sorry Y/n, i hurt you and i hate it"

You were staring at each other, you could be like this forever, staring at him, you loved that he was taller than you, you could have a look of him better. He was perfect, and only yours.

And then he kissed you, he kissed you softly, his hands were roaming over your waist and yours were tangled on his soft hair. You both got lost in that lustful feeling and messy hungry kisses quickly, the kisses became more intense and his touch, comforting.

He slowly guide you to the sofa, he was on top of you all over you, he kissed your neck while your hands desperately felt his toned abs, He quickly took off his jacket while staring at you. "You are perfect for me, love" he said, you couldn´t hesitate and blush a litttle, no matter how many times he said this things of you, you always felt like this.

He then kissed you again more intense, he has missed you so much, his hands roaming over you. "Peter" you moaned into his ear bringing shivers up his spine.

His hands went up to take off your shirt. "Peter" you said breaking the kiss.

"What?" he said going to kiss your neck not giving so much importance.

"Peter" you put your hands over his to stop him of taking your shirt off. "We can´t" you said.

"Why?" he said staring at me like a baby.

"Rose will hear us and i don´t think she will like it"

"So stay quiet" he said smiling sarcastically at me.

You gave him a little slap in the chest. "You´re an idiot" you said smiling at him.

"C´mon Y/N" he said beggin at me like a kid.

"No, maybe another time" you said jokingly.

You moved your position, so now your head was on his chest, his hands in your waist and your legs tangled.

"You are insufferable" he said smirking.

"You love me"

"I do"

This is my first time writing something, i hope you like it! There wasn´t a lot of content for Peter so i take advantage of thiis.

I will open requests so you can request whatever you want.

#peter sutherland #peter sutherland x reader #peter sutherland x you #the night agent #peter sutherland imagine

[sebastianstangirl01]

Just finished The Night Agent and let me say I am very disappointed at the lack of Peter Sutherland fics on here!

It was so good and I literally couldn’t look away once I started watching! Definitely recommend y’all to check it out if you haven’t already!

I definitely didn’t need another crush on a fictional character, but here we are and Peter just got added to my list!

If y’all would be interested in some Peter fics please send them in because I definitely want to start writing some I just don’t know where to start!!

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[misscongeniality18]

If im being annoying sorry i just have a lot of ideas…but i have a request for peter sutherland x reader and the fake dating trope with like a ridiculous amount of mutual pining (obv leads to them actually dating)

No problem at all, my darling! I want to write but have no ideas, so it's perfect!

Anything Could Happen - Peter Sutherland

Synopsis ! You and Peter are on an assignment together, but in order to get into a secure venue, you must go undercover as a couple. Pairing ! Peter Sutherland x fem!reader Genre ! Fake dating, fluff, some angst Warnings ! Reader and Peter are both agents/spies, mutual pining, kissing, idk I probably missed something Word Count - 1228

" But now I've seen it through And now I know the truth That anything could happen Anything could happen " -Anything Could Happen, Ellie Goulding

Masterlist Request Guide

It was strange, the way you'd gotten used to seeing Peter wear a suit every day. But when it came to wearing a tux, it was as if Peter rocked your world.

For months the two of you had been preparing for this night. You both had alternate online personalities and credentials in order to gain access to the multi-billion-dollar company that had been discovered to be corrupt. Now all you needed was concrete proof, and that would be acquired by you and Peter at the gala for shareholders tonight.

It was a black-tie event, so naturally, you'd thought Peter would dress as if he were going to work. You felt your heart jump when you saw him in the tuxedo. Since you'd been working closely with Peter lately, your schoolgirl crush had turned into something bigger.

Unbeknownst to you, Peter felt the same. The team had set up headquarters in a different room of the five-star hotel where the gala took place, so when you walked in wearing a sparkling full-length black gown, he couldn't breathe. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

You'd both hidden your guns in your outfits, yours attached to a garter that was easily accessible through a thigh-high slit in your gown. You envied Peter for having his hidden in his jacket.

Peter led you into the hotel's ballroom, your arm linked with his.

Tonight, you weren't FBI agents anymore. You were a newlywed couple who'd decided to buy shares in the corrupt company.

And God, did Peter look fantastic. But it wasn’t just his looks. Yes, he was incredibly handsome, but Peter was also sweet and protective and loyal. He would put others before himself without a second thought, and you deeply admired him for that.

You watched him as he scanned the room, inching closer to you whenever someone would get too close. When his arm wasn’t connected to yours, Peter’s hand was a constant presence on your lower back, ready to jump in if something suddenly went wrong.

A server with a tray of champagne passed, and you grabbed two glasses. Peter gave you a disapproving look.

"What? We're supposed to be blending in." You shrugged, taking the glass and bringing it to your lips.

Peter raised a brow. "We're also working."

Peter glanced down at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He still couldn't get over how gorgeous you looked.

When you met his gaze, your rosy lips still on the edge of your glass, you furrowed your brows. "What?"

He wanted to tell you. He wanted to tell you everything. How stunning and magnificent you were, how every time he saw you the room would light up with your smile, how he wanted to do nothing but hold you close to him and—

“Over there. Two o’clock.”

Peter moved his gaze over to where your eyes were focused on. The heads of the company were gathered together, papers clutched in their hands. They were walking out of a side door to a smaller meeting room across the hall.

You knew that those papers had lists of investors and plans for the so-called “company” to buy entire city blocks and use them for dealing illegal drugs.

“Let’s go,” you insisted, starting towards the door.

Peter placed a hand on your elbow, stopping your steps. “Hold on. You know we can’t just barge in there, guns blazing. We need a plan.”

Your eyes lit up, and you grinned. “I’ve got one.”

Inside of the clutch you carried was a small recording device. Very discreetly, you and Peter went into the neighboring meeting room of the one your targets went into. At the bottom of the wall was a vent, and Peter managed to unscrew it for you to place the recorder inside.

Once you’d gotten what you’d needed, you had to get out of there quickly. In the hallway, the two of you were halted in your escape by the door opening. Quickly, without thinking, you grabbed Peter by the front of his shirt and yanked him to you, kissing him thoroughly and deeply. He froze, hands gripping your waist.

“Kiss me,” you whispered so the targets couldn’t hear. “And make it look real.”

Peter understood, eyes going dark and glazed over, and he crashed his mouth to yours again. He tasted cool and fresh, almost minty with a hint of champagne. So he did have some earlier.

While your hands were creeping up to play with the hair at the nape of Peter’s neck, Peter trailed his fingers down your waist to the skirt of your dress as he pressed you up against the wall, all the while the targets caught sight of the pair of you. One of them started towards you, hands reaching for something on his belt.

Peter’s lips trailed down your neck, and with your eyes half-closed, you watched the targets coming towards you. This time, you could clearly see the pistol in his hands. “Get my gun,” you whispered hurriedly, opening your legs for him since your hands were occupied with pressing the panic button on the inside pocket of Peter’s jacket, letting the team know that you were in danger.

Peter reached through the slit of your dress, trailing his fingers up your thigh until he took your gun from its holster. He whipped around just as the rest of the team came running to your aid.

Once the party had been shut down and the arrests had been made, you and Peter walked through the hotel lobby together. Your feet had begun to ache from wearing heels all night, so you held them in one hand, your bare feet against the plush carpet.

“You did good tonight,” you said, not meeting Peter’s eyes. “You know, with my sudden plan of distraction.”

You saw Peter grin out of the corner of your eye. “It made sense, once I knew what you were doing. I’m sure there were a lot of other couples who went to find places to hook up.”

“I’m sure,” you laughed. “I said to make it look real, and you did. Maybe you were an actor in another life.”

Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I, uh, wasn’t acting.”

“What?” You started at the words, freezing in place in front of the front doors of the hotel.

“It was real for me,” Peter said, turning to face you. “I’d been dreaming about kissing you for a while. It’s totally okay if you didn’t feel the same way, I just thought you should know.”

You smiled softly at him, rising on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear. “It was real for me, too.”

You lowered back to stand on flat feet, suddenly shy. Tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, you chuckled. “I’m not excited about putting these shoes back on in order to get to the car, but—”

A squeal left your lips as Peter scooped you into his arms. On the way to the car, Peter asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Well, the party ended early, and dinner was never served, so yes.”

Peter opened the door for you and set you in the passenger seat. “How do burgers sound? I know this great diner a few minutes away.”

You grinned at him. “That sound amazing.”

“Great. It’s a date then.”

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[kausstar]

I HAVE TOO MANY FUCKING DRAFTS I CAN’T KEEP UP ANYMORE!!!

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 2023 starpdfs !

if you steal my photos, ideas or layout, you’re daddy probably don’t love you- and if you think he do? i bet you he don’t.

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[callmemaeverick]

Golden Hour - The Spy Next Door Part II [Peter Sutherland x fem!Reader]

A/N: OMG, I didn’t realize how much you guys would like this... Hahaha. I’m so grateful to those who commented and reblogged with really funny tags... I read them all, I swear so, as promised. Part 2 of The Spy Next Door. WC: 800

Part 1

It was about 5 am when you clicked off and shut down your work console that day. Sighing, you wiped your face to rid of any drowsiness. Your shift for the month had been brutal, starting from 8pm spanning all through the night. The grave yard shift, they called it.

Working as a customer service agent was not easy and it just so happened that it was one of those days where nothing went right. The worst thing was that you understood where your customers were coming from. The issues you handled on a daily basis ranged from system errors to human errors and sometimes they are just not fixable the way the customers wants it fixed. And that's when the verbal assault comes.

All through your tenure, you have been yelled at in almost every language spoke in the United States. And that's a lot. Unfortunately, you were not someone who could just brush it off immediately afterwards, though you tried to be. When this kind of shifts happened, you would make yourself a cup of coffee and climbed out onto your fire escape, sitting against the wall with your knees to your chest while you wait for the sun to rise.

Only that day, you found someone had beat you to it.

"Hey," You greeted your new favorite neighbor.

It had been about a month since he moved in and he had been nothing but the sweetest guy you've ever met. He is considerate and polite, especially around ladies and children. Once, you were returning from a jog, you and caught him leading Mrs. Fitzgerald out of the building, her arm in his as they talked softly.

It was such a small thing to do, but it warmed your heart to see such a well-raised man. The world was always lacking them.

Peter looked up at you from his perch on the stairs. He was wearing his suit still, but his tie was loosed. At that time, it was hard for you to wrap your head around the fact that he is an FBI agent working in the White House.

"Hey," He eyed you for a moment and then added. "You okay?"

You knew instantly that he overheard you working, heard your stuttering speech as you tried to calm your last customer down. Taking a seat next to him, you took a deep breath and exhaled it loudly. "Gimme a few hours."

The both of you didn't speak much and you were glad Peter didn't feel like he had to. In silence, you watched as the the sky changed from blue to purple to orange and yellow together, accompanied by the smell of the coffee from your cup. You closed your eyes for a beat and let the everything that happened during the shift go, never to bother you again.

Slowly, you felt the tension in your shoulders drift away, like sand shifting in the wind. Your thoughts went blank as the stresses of the shift disappeared into the back of your mind, allowing you a clean slate for your next one. Truth be told, aside from the high-intensity stress during your shifts, you enjoyed your job as a customer service agent. You liked helping people and it was enough that you kept going despite days like this.

The call of your name pulled you slowly back, but a part of your subconscious resisted.

"Hey, come on. Let's get you inside first." Peter's voice was very low but very close to your ear. Blinking, you realized you had begun to drift off, tilting to the side. To his side, to be specific.

When exactly you had became comfortable enough to fall asleep in his presence, you didn't know. But you had, and you hadn't regretted it.

Peter's soft laugh washed over you as he gently pushed you upright. "Hey, I can't carry you through the window. Unless you want me to drag you in."

"Just a few more minutes. I swear."

There was that laugh again, but Peter stayed put. His shoulder was comfortable, just perfect for you to rest your head on. And you did.

You didn't know exactly how long you stayed on those steps. All you know was that when you opened your eyes, the sun was bright and Peter was still beside you.

TBC

Tagging: @strnqer @thefictionalgemini​ 

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[underoospeterparker]

peter helping his princess with her skincare and taking off her makeup before bed bc shes really tired 🥺

this can be read as either peter parker (mcu) or peter sutherland (night agent)

after the longest day, you had fallen asleep in his car when he was driving you both home. he smiled, hand landing on your thigh to rub reassuring circles on your leg.

you still didn’t stir, completely passed out. peter, being the best boyfriend, let you sleep for the rest of the ride home.

once you reached, he climbed out of the car and then made his way over to your door, gently lifting you into his arms.

you blinked, then slightly shifted to press your face into his shirt. chuckling, your boyfriend kissed your forehead lightly, closing the car door with his foot.

he unlocked the house door, then once you made it inside he locked it again. he was obsessed with your safety above everything else.

bringing you into your shared room, he laid you down on the bed before detaching himself from you.

whimpering, you opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright light of the bedroom. you tugged on his shirt, wanting him to cuddle with you.

his face softened, and he whispered a soft, “be right back, sweetheart.”

he quickly made his way into the bathroom, taking out your makeup remover from the cupboard and some of your creams that you put on every night before sleeping.

returning to you, he murmured, “can you sit up f’me?”

his words made you groan lightly and you forced yourself to sit up, head resting against the headboard.

he pressed some of your remover onto a cotton pad and then cupped your face in one of his large hands.

your face was questioning as he lifted the other to your face, dabbing at your makeup. “what’re you doing, baby?” you asked. “i can do that,” you added, trying to grab the cotton from his hands.

he gently pushed you away. “let me do it for you, okay? you’re so tired, princess. jus’ sit there and relax.”

you gave him a sleepy smile before closing your eyes so he could finish removing your makeup.

once he was done with your creams, he lifted you into his arms again to take you to the bathroom. he delicately set you down next to the sink, and your head lolled back against the cupboard.

"c'mon, sweetheart," he said, pressing a bit of toothpaste onto your brush before handing it over to you.

you nodded, then proceeded to brush your teeth at the same time as peter, his arm wrapped around your waist to support your weight and make sure you didn't fall.

when you were both done, you would have almost fell when you hopped off the sink, had it not been for your boyfriend steadying you, laughing at your clumsiness.

"so sleepy tonight, huh?" he teased, pressing you into his side as he walked the two of you back to the bed.

"mmm," you murmured, slipping back under the covers. peter got in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms as you sighed in happiness.

your boyfriend splayed a protective arm on your stomach, taking ahold of your hand to rub circles on your thumb. he gave you a kiss, then whispered, "now rest your pretty little head, baby."

"love you, pete. thanks for taking care of me," you said, words muffled by his shirt.

"always will, sweetheart," he murmured. "love you too."

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[sutherkins]

what dating peter sutherland is like ! 💌

part one because i have a lot of thoughts about what dating him would he like

• loves calling you cute pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, princess, angel, baby are his top 5)

• he has insomnia and has a hard time falling asleep

• he accidentally stays up all night sometimes to make sure you’re okay if you have a scary encounter that day

• hes so protective of you, he asks you if you need him to beat someone up, you think hes just joking but he’s being completely serious

• he likes to lay on your lap while you play with his hair, it relaxes him so much that sometimes he falls asleep

• very handsy but like, in a respectful way

• he knows your boundaries whether you’re in public or at home and wont cross them

• you first met when you moved in next to him and eventually you’re at his place so often that he just asks you to move in

• he loves holding your hand, it grounds him

• when you moved in you practically forced him to let you keep your giant clawfoot bathtub and he finds that he likes it too because that means theres room for both of you and if you think peter likes cuddles he loves wet, naked ones

• speaking of wet and naked

• he’s really good at eating pussy. dont ask me how i know, i just do

• he’s super attentive and rly takes his time getting to know your body and the certain things that make you tick

• he loves when you’re on top

• you both have a praise kink which works out because you both love praising eachother

• he can get kinky but he really isnt into anything too crazy

• i know we all want this man to top us but lets be real if he had to choose he’d be on the bottom because he loves looking at you and he thinks its hot having you on top and being controlling

• if im being like, completely honest and faithful to the character, id say his kinks are as follows

• praise kink, light bondage, i think he’d be open to being blindfolded and doing the same to you, is lingerie kink a thing?

• any kink that could hurt you is pretty much off limits

• he tries some light breath play on you when you ask him and he finds that he actually doesnt mind it as long as its nothing crazy

• if hes not being submissive hes being a very very gentle dom. as much as i’d for him to dominate the hell out of me its just not the way his brain is wired

• most of the time you’re both on a level playing field though

• he likes slow, sensual, hard and soul crushing sex

• he can go fast if you want him to but he likes to savor the moment and drag the pleasure out for as long as he can

• and even though he isnt a rough guy in bed, he still takes the best care of you afterwards

• he cleans you up, brings you water or juice — maybe a snack too

• makes you drink and eat before reminding you to go to the bathroom

• while you’re in there he gets ur pjs and anything else u need ready (medications and whatnot) and helps you into them before laying back on the bed for you to curl up in his arms

• he kisses your head softly and murmurs “love you, pretty girl” before you settle into sleep

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[allthetreksfanfics]

Night Action

Fandom: The Night Agent

Pairing: Peter Sutherland x Female Reader, Explic*t, 18 plus, read tag warnings

Synopsis: While on the run, Peter and reader spend the night together in Jim’s basement…

Words: 1525

Link (Archive of Our Own) - Night Action

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[ed-mnsn]

peter going down on you after dinner, saying he needs dessert to be satisfied.

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[purestxblood]

𝗥𝗨𝗡 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.

It almost felt like a hallucination, seeing Peter waiting for you after a night out and for a split second, you wondered if the two additional vodka tonics had actually done their job. 

𝗡𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗘𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀. 𝗦𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁. 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳.

Taking on morning shifts as your new weekly routine often felt disparate. It had been years since you didn’t cover night shifts at the hospital, often forgetting how the moon and stars radiated upon the lake streets down from your loft. In the beginning, nights were lonesome and besides curling up on the sofa lounge with a good book or classic romance film and a cup of hot coffee, you had started to become antsy from being anti-social.

Granted, besides your patients and coworkers, where some days you’d catch breakfast at the end of your shift or mingle at the bar when you were surprisingly off, you hadn’t had much of a social nightlife anymore. Nor did you have a dating life. 

In your defense, these late months had been the first where you were officially a single woman. 

After many shifts of pestering from your work best friend, you had allowed her to set you up on a date with the anesthesiologist. You gave her credit, she had actually chosen a good one. He was confident but not too overly arrogant, intellectual to maintain a conversation that didn’t just occur around their job title, humorous, and very very easy on the eyes. You had just finished your second date with him– dinner by the lake with a couple drinks and live music. With his devilish eye, you allowed him to whisk you to the dance floor.  

It was a great time and it felt blissful to actually put yourself out there again. However, just as it did on your first date, after he bid you farewell with his lips against your cheek, you found yourself succumbing to the memory of the last pair of lips to caress your face.

There was no reason to dwell and hinder on what was and what wasn’t with him, however, as you came to your door, he was there to smack you right back to the reality of it all.

"𝐒𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝."

Peter’s last name felt almost foreign to the tongue– nearly as much upon seeing him leaning against your door with another woman sitting at his feet. Your eyes were curious, glancing up and down between the two. It almost felt like a hallucination, seeing him waiting for you after a night out and for a split second, you wondered if the two additional vodka tonics had actually done their job. 

The sound of your heels echoing among the hall had been a distraction, the light taps under the assumption of belonging to another pair, not the ones upon your own feet. You noticed Peter’s own twisted expression of surprise, his brows raising slightly as he glanced down at your exposed painted toes and ankle bracelet. 

It was extremely rare for your sneakers to be discarded for a pair of high heels, especially at this hour. Unbeknownst to his knowledge, you would’ve been either returning home for a quick lunch break or getting off early. A short dress, jacket, and heels weren’t on the card of expectations.

His lips parted in absolute silence and you forced a soft closed smile upon your face, "𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞?"

Neither Peter or the woman had said a word but it was obvious they both were at a loss. Peter’s hair was disarrayed, his posture taut with tension while he rocked aimlessly upon the balls of his feet. You could tell he was eager, The girl at your feet huddled to herself and your eyes surveyed her frame. Her knees were pressed tightly to her chest with a few cuts among her face, the tips of her nails chipped with embedded dirt, and startled tiresome eyes.

“I tried calling,” he stated, his eyes zoning in upon the clutch in your hand as if he could see through the velvet material to your phone radiating his seven missed calls, “you always answered.” 

You winced. Each word served as a knife, lightly slicing through you. It was an obvious notion but his words were laced with dark eyes of disappointment.

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥," 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥, "𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭."

“I was busy,” you rubbed your lips together and squared your shoulders while fishing your keys from your clutch. Busy enough to ignore the missed calls and not allow them to ruin your date. 

The woman leaning against your door stood, both her and Peter sidestepping the way for you to open your flat. “I’m Rose,” she introduced herself with a polite smile.

There was desperation swirling within her brown eyes and part of you felt empathetic. You already knew why the pair were waiting for you to get home. Whatever Peter had tangled up with this Rose had definitely taken a toll on her exterior. She looked absolutely exhausted and as if she were barely hanging on to her sanity by a thread. You knew she probably could use a warm shower and comfortable bed to lay her head. 

Regardless of how you felt towards Peter in this stance, even he knew you were too compassionate to say no. After all, that was the exact reason why Peter showed up on your doorstep without a thought of doubt.    

Sighing, you looked over your shoulder at Peter before returning to Rose. “Hi,” you returned her gaze with a small expression before opening your door.

“Look,” Peter rushed, “it’s just for the night,” he stated with pleading eyes, confirming your assumption, “we’ll be out of your hair by daybreak.”

You didn’t say a word, leaving your door open behind you, silently inviting them both in. Peter shut the door, locking your triple locks tight.

"𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺?" 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬. 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘴.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦.

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥, "𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥."

"𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘣𝘶𝘵..." 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘹 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, "𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦."

Peter and Rose stood aimlessly in the center of the flat. Rose’s eyes taking in the proximity of your abode while Peter followed you moving about the kitchen. Taking your teapot off the stove, you filled it with fresh water and placed it back atop, lighting the flame.

“The guest bedroom is the door on the right,” you motioned, directing Rose. “I only have one bathroom but you’re welcome to it first, there’s extra towels and cloths in the cabinet as you close the door.”

Rose nodded her head, a smile of gratitude ensuing, “thank you.”

You watched Rose shut the door behind her as she entered the bathroom, leaving you and Peter to fall into silence. You could feel his eyes burning into you but you didn’t want to meet his eye. The stoic confidence you radiated minutes at the door had evaporated the second it was just the two of you. 

Silence fell, both of you staring at nothing as you stood aimlessly about. His hands tapped on the pants of his suit while yours thumbed against the counter top, waiting for your kettle to whistle. Lingering pauses of silence with Peter had always been a comfort to you but since your parting hadn’t been mutual and hurtful, there wasn’t anything to say.

You had been beyond stabbed through the core to the point of there was no return to even acknowledge what transpired. There was no purpose in digging up what was done. It was better for your own sanity to act as if nothing had even occurred.

He was just the boy you met as kids riding bikes on the block, the boy who dated your best friend in middle school, the teenager who happened to quietly steal your heart in high school, and break it later in your twenties. You could easily regress back to your younger self who only viewed him as Peter in public and secretly filled you with butterflies in your stomach.

It was easy. 

Your kettle whistled and you took the pot, pouring the steaming water into your mug before adding a packet of tea and stirring. “Well,” your spoon grazed the edge of the cup with a clang, “you know where the couch is and extra blankets are…” Bringing the mug to your mouth, you blew for a few seconds before taking a sip, ignoring how your chest burned from the heat, “...unless you plan to share with her, then by all means.” 

“It’s not—” he began to protest but you halted him. “Was just stating Sutherland, it’s not my business.” With your mug in your hands, you made your way to your room ignoring Peter’s call.

Your back was to him as you placed your mug on the coaster upon your bedside table while sliding out of your heels, wiggling your toes and rolling your feet as you adjusted to the comfort of the flat wooden tile. Reaching into your dresser drawer, you pulled out a fresh pair of panties and pajamas. 

It didn’t take any amount of wit to know he had trailed your move, you could feel his aura in an instant, wandering eyes roaming as you readied to end the night.

“You were off tonight.”

It was moreso a statement— an observation, rather than a question itself. You glanced over your shoulder as if you were startled by his appearance in your doorway. There was a slight hint of curiosity lingering in his voice. Again, being off on a night was rare to Peter’s knowledge.

“I don’t work nights anymore.”

Peter leaned against the frame, his arms crossing over his chest, “I gathered that from what you’re wearing.”

His comment was audacious, twisting from the assumption you had a night off versus actually not taking on the nights, and you frowned. You both knew damn well his response was a mere retaliation of meaning behind the reality of no longer being on night shifts. 

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes scorching his, “there’s no reason to work nights anymore.” Peter blinked, tearing his eyes from you in defeat and guilt. 

“Plus,” you faked a sigh and turned your back towards him, opening your closet and scanning the top shelf. Peter was silent, waiting for your retort but you only aided in the silence to make him wait and grow impatient upon your lingering pause. 

Grabbing a sweatshirt and pants, you closed the door and met Peter in the doorway. 

“Gives me more time to go on dates, you know?” 

The statement bit him right back in the ass just as it felt when he first chewed the words and spit them out at you months ago. 

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬-𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵.𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. "𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵," 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺. 

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, "𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵."

You extended your arm, the clothing in your hands serving as an olive branch. Peter's eyes rested at your grasp, his mouth twitching when he noticed you held the sweat set he left behind. 

It had only been two dates. The rest of your nights were either girls or solo nights but Peter didn’t need to know the latter. 

“It’s better than your suit,” you assured, “whatever you have going on, you should probably at least try and get some rest.”

You watched his fingers thumb the material of his sweatshirt, his eyes trailing behind each brush. He looked up at you with regretful eyes. You could tell his thoughts were traveling a mile a minute in his head by the expression upon his brow. However, like always, rather than vocalizing his emotions, Peter was mute.

“Just get some sleep Sutherland,” you muttered, “it’ll be daybreak soon.”

You didn’t wait for his response, giving him your back, breaking him away from his hypnotic stance on the clothes in hand. His fingers latched to your wrist, bringing you to a pause midstep. “Peter,” you said softly, looking at his hand clasping around your wrist. 

The action was so simple but as his fingers delicately soothed the side of your wrist did you know his signification. Your eyes met his eyes, dark and narrow with burning captivity, “just for a few hours,” he said, “please.”

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Peter Sutherland x Fem Reader One Shot

Summary: After having a day that seemed like it would never end, Y/N found herself in the middle of a crowded bar. Little did she know, the night would take a lovely turn thanks to the disgruntled stranger next to her. 

Warnings: Some curse words, nothing serious :)

It was one of those nights where Y/N felt like she really needed a fucking drink. After having a horribly long day at work, she decided to visit a bar she had only seen from the outside while driving to and from work every day. It was pretty busy that night with almost every table taken up, and all kinds of conversations being had all at once. Y/N observed all of this from where she sat at the countertop, quietly sipping her margarita as she observed the people around her. In the midst of her people-watching, she found herself listening in on the phone conversation the man beside her was having. He kept going on about his father being innocent and that he was going to be the one to clear his name, which then led to him cursing out whoever was on the other end and abruptly hanging up. Y/N didn’t actually get a good look at this man, just a quick glance when he had sat next to her. She figured the last thing he would want is to be looked at after a conversation like that, so she kept her head turned away from him. 

“Sorry you had to hear all that.” The man’s gravelly voice made Y/N turn her head, only slightly to where she could see him out the corner of her eye. She saw that his head was turned in her direction, but still unsure if he was speaking to her. 

“You talking to me?” Y/N turned her head towards him and put her finger to her chest pointing at herself. 

“Nah I was talking to her.” He looks up, directing Y/N attention to the small tv mounted on the side of the wall. It was an old lady in some commercial for laundry detergent. Y/N slowly closed her eyes, recognizing the sarcasm a little too late.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you.” The man chuckled as Y/N turned her head back to him, joining in on the laughter. “I know you could hear all that crap I was saying about my father and-”

“What did your father do...or get accused of? If you don’t mind me asking.” Y/N spoke quietly in effort to keep the people around them from hearing.

 She also took a brief moment to recognize the man for his appearance. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, tall, and looked very fit in the plain black and white suit he wore. He had brown eyes, short, reddish-brown hair and a face full of freckles.  He was handsome for sure, but Y/N kept herself together as he responded.

“No, it’s fine. I just hope you’re not one of those conspiracy freaks.” Y/N was confused by this comment but gave him a little chuckle and continued listening.

“Peter Sutherland is my father and I’m his son, Peter Sutherland Jr. You might’ve seen him on the news a few years ago...or not” Peter lowered his voice and leaned closer to Y/N so only she could hear him. 

She took a moment to think about where exactly she heard that name before, then she remembered. Her uncle, now retired and no longer living in the DC area, used to work alongside a man named Peter Sutherland in the FBI. Once the story about Peter committing treason came out, her uncle wouldn’t shut up about it. He genuinely believed Peter did it, and that he was a disgrace to the country. Y/N never cared about the situation enough to form her own opinion on the matter, but at the moment she was sitting next to his son who was certain that his father was innocent. She figured that the story about her uncle would be the last thing Peter wanted to hear right now, so she kept it to herself.

“I don’t think I have, I’m sorry.” Y/N lied through her teeth, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to tell. 

“It’s fine. Probably better that way.” Peter dropped his head, feeling ashamed by the whole ordeal he’s having with a complete stranger. On the other hand, he took comfort in the idea that she had no clue about his father. “I’d hate to scare off a pretty girl like you.” He mumbled, looking back up at Y/N to see if she heard that. He watched her lips slowly curl up, revealing her beautiful smile. 

“You’re not so bad yourself Peter. I’m Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you.” She smiled as she extended her hand out for him to shake. 

“Pleasure’s all mine Y/N.” Peter grabbed hold of Y/N’s hand and brought it up to his lips to place a warm kiss on her smooth skin. 

Peter’s flirtatious behavior was becoming more prevalent by the minute. Little did Y/N know, the seductive man had been watching her ever since she stepped into the bar. He waited to see if she had come alone before making his way over to sit next to her, and just so happened to get a phone call from one of his dad’s old work buddies. He eventually admitted this to Y/N in the midst of chatting her up and buying drinks for both of them to enjoy. As the night went on, the drinks seemed to take effect as neither one of them could seem to take their hands off of one another in the middle of this crowded bar. Y/N shamelessly stroking the tattooed arm of a man she had just met, while Peter’s touches travelled from her shoulders down to her thighs. It was like there was no one in the bar but them as they conversed and laughed throughout the night. Eventually, Y/N ended up looking at her phone while Peter went on about how the Washington Wizards and how he should’ve given basketball a real shot. 

“It’s one in the fucking morning already?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, looking up at Peter who was also surprised.

“Guess we lost track of time. Am I really that interesting to talk to?” His dry sense of humor amused them both.

“I like you, Peter. Most guys come into a bar, get shitfaced and pull out every corny pick-up line in the book just to try and get laid. Not you though-”

“I’m not like other guys? Speaking of corny pick-up lines-” Peter laughed hysterically and Y/N joined in after playfully smacking him on the arm. He immediately grabbed his arm, pretending to be hurt.

“You know what I mean!” Y/N

“I like you too.” He reaches over to grab Y/N’s hand, looking at her intently. “I’d also like to get to know you better, if that’s ok with you.” 

Y/N felt like she had no reason to turn down his offer, despite the little white lie she told him about not knowing his father, in her eyes he was nothing like the man that her uncle described Sutherland Sr. to be. So as the night came to an end, she agreed to exchange numbers with Peter in hopes of being able to go on a date with the attractive FBI agent.

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