#petersutherland

[underoospeterparker]

i have a request for our favorite night agent 😁 you said hurt/comfort SO! being on the run with peter and you’re pretty banged up (bruises, cuts, hairs a mess) and he helps you get undressed and showers with you and basically just takes care of u and bandages u up and feels rly guilty about you being hurt at all

warnings; a bit of nudity (not sexual!), brief descriptions of bruises + cuts, cleaning up wounds, light swearing

"shit, baby," peter whispers under his breath as you lean your weight against him, completely exhausted. he doesn't mind. "you sure you're okay?"

you nod, trying to comfort him instead of the opposite. "i'm okay, pete." you managed a small smile. "don't worry."

he sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your neckline. "i'm always going to worry."

he gently urged you into the house, locking the door once you were safely inside. he sat you down on the sofa before untangling your body from his to grab you a cup of water.

you rested your head on the cushions, fingers mindlessly playing with themselves. you were drifting off already, body numb and aching from the fighting you'd endured. you closed your eyes and took deep breaths, trying to fight off your anxious thoughts.

your boyfriend returned, a frown on his face as you blinked your eyes open. he handed you a cup of water, but your hands were shaking so heavily that he held it up to your mouth himself.

"there we go, sweetheart," he murmured gently. you swallowed as he put the cup down on the coffee table. "do you wanna shower?"

you nodded eagerly. except for sleep, you wanted nothing more than to scrub off the long, tiring day that you'd had.

"can you wrap your arms around my neck?" he asked, and you complied without a word. "good girl. now just put your legs around my waist, okay?"

you did as he asked, and he picked you up like you weighed nothing, only the slightest grunt escaping from his mouth. he led you to your shared bathroom and asked, "do you want me to help you take off your clothes?"

"yes, please," you whispered.

his face softened at your vulnerability and he gave you a soft smile. "arms up, please." he pulled your top and bra over your head, and later your pants, all while your mind wandered.

"okay," he said, pulling you out of your thoughts. "come on, sweetheart, let's get you into the shower."

after a few minutes of scrubbing yourself clean, peter helped you out of the shower and into his arms and a fluffy towel. he wiped you down softly, careful of any bruises and wounds that you'd acquired while being on the run.

he helped you into a pair of fresh underwear and your pyjamas, then guided you back to the sink to brush your teeth.

he kept an arm around your waist as he sat you down on your shared bed and helped you relax against the pillows.

while he untangled himself from you, you clutched at his arm, not wanting to let go of him. he laughed softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead and crossed over to the other side of the bedroom to grab his medical kit.

your boyfriend then sat in front of you, cupping your face as he dabbed antiseptic on your cuts. you winced, grabbing ahold of his leg and squeezing. "it'll be over soon," he cooed. "don't worry, okay?"

he was right. he packed up rather quickly and pulled you both into the covers, and doing so, he pulled you into his arms.

you let out a small sigh, fully relaxing your body against his. "i love you," you whispered.

peter smiled into your hair, and murmured, "i love you too."

[hersilentstorm]

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.

[breakfastonuranus]

Gabriel Basso as Peter Sutherland in The Night Agent (2023)

[asteticas]

PETER SUTHERLAND — THE ISLANDERS, 1975.

[underoospeterparker]

the bodyguard and his princess; a series

bodyguard!peter sutherland x fem!reader

two people who shouldn't be together but can't help it

part one: when she gets assaulted and calls him

[underoospeterparker]

i have another peter sutherland request <3 friends to lovers style. reader was walking to peters apartment and it starts pouring on her way there so shes basically drenched and freezing. hes surprised to see her at his door bc she didnt tell him she was comin over and he gets her inside and gives her some of his clothes to wear and warms her up and gives her cuddles and he initiates their first kiss and basically just comfort and fluffy goodness

i love you for this request - hope u enjoy this, my lovely

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you were on your way to peter's apartment to surprise him, and it was gorgeous out, even though it looked as if a storm was on it's way. even though the sky was almost tar-black, the sun peeked out through the clouds, still providing a little bit of light.

you looked up, sighing at the sky and smiling gently. you felt the start of a drizzle drip onto your cheeks, and you knew soon you would definitely get drenched. you weren't necessarily mad about it. you loved the rain.

walking a little faster, the rain got a little more intense and you tried to use one hand to cover your forehead, but it was practically useless. you were getting drenched, and the rain came down harder.

you didn't even bring an umbrella, so you were forced to walk in the cold rain until you reached peter's flat.

once inside the lobby, the air conditioner hit you full blast and you started shivering, your short sleeved top doing absolutely nothing to try and keep you warm.

ringing the doorbell to his apartment, you starting wringing your clothes out as best as you could, not wanting to splash water everywhere in peter's house. you knew he wouldn't mind, but you didn't want to give him a bad impression, especially as you were crushing on him real hard. he gave signs that he liked you, but you, being super clueless, didn't know how to act on these feelings.

peter answered the door, craning his neck down to look at you. his eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled, happy to see you. "hi," he said, grinning.

"hi," you murmured. you both stared at each other until he realised that he was blocking the entrance. you laughed under your breath and stepped inside his apartment. you shivered again, this time more harsh and peter noticed, frowning slightly.

"princess," he sighed. "you walked all the way in the rain?" you loved it when he called you 'princess.' it made you feel warm and tingly in all the best ways.

you nodded. "wanted to come and see you," you mumbled, blushing. you looked at your feet, suddenly unable to look at him. you were warm but so cold at the same time.

peter smiled at your shyness, then spoke. "c'mon, princess. let me get you warm." he guided you into the bathroom, where you stood waiting for him while he went inside his bedroom for a second.

he came back with a shirt and some shorts, most likely his, that looked way too big for you but so comfortable that you couldn't resist. you smiled inside at the idea of you wearing his clothes. peter also grabbed you a fluffy white towel from underneath the sink.

"you wanna take a warm shower?" he asked gently. you nodded in response, already excited with the idea of being warm. "okay. just call me if you need anything." his eyes met yours and you noticed his face softening. he closed the door quietly behind him and left you in his bathroom.

the warm water was soothing, and you felt yourself already beginning to heat up. you loved the sensation. you were happy, until the heater suddenly turned off while you were in the shower, and cold water splashed at your face.

you screamed in shock, the freezing water hitting your body a complete opposite to the warmness you felt earlier. turning the shower off, you stepped out of the stall, grabbing your towel to try and get yourself warm again.

"hey, (y/n/n)-" peter knocked on the door. "did you just scream? are you okay?"

"yeah, sorry!" you called back. "i think your heater just went off."

there was silence, and then peter groaned softly. "aw, princess." you could feel his frown through the door. "i'm sorry."

you laughed under your breath, amused to find that he was blaming himself for a heater going off. "it's not your fault, pete."

he sighed, and you swung the door open, his clothes already on you. his eyes dilated as he saw you wearing his too-big shirt and shorts, then grinned at you. "i love you in my clothes," he murmured.

"mhm?" you questioned, smiling.

"c'mon, sweetheart, come here," he said, pulling you onto his bed. he opened his arms wide for you to crawl into, and you settled happily into them. you fit perfectly in his chest, your head resting above his heart.

his hands wrapped around you tight, one coming up underneath your shirt, giving you a bit of warmth. he was like a heater, and you loved it. the other hand cupped the back of your head, playing with your hair lightly.

you sighed happily, feeling the warmth come back into your body. "hey, pete," you mumbled against his chest.

"yes, princess?"

you move back a little bit, so that you can see his face. he looked at you questioningly. you didn't know how to say it. i mean, how do you tell your best friend of three years that you like him? that you want him to be your boyfriend? it was just too much, and maybe he didn't even like you that way, and maybe he just wanted to-

"hey," he cupped your cheek with one hand, eyes soothing, assuring you that everything was fine. "where'd you go, sweetheart?"

"i love you." you blurted out. peter's eyes widened in shock, but you still continued. "and as in, a more than friends kind of way. and i know you might not feel the same way, so if you just want to stay friends, then, that's okay, i mean, but i just wanted to tell you, y'know, so-"

peter cut you off gently. he tilted your chin up to meet his eyes, and keeping his fingers on your chin, he kissed you.

it was like nothing you'd ever felt in your life. relief rushed through you, happiness that he liked you back, that peter was kissing you. right now, right here. it felt like a dream.

your foreheads touched lightly, and peter smiled against your lips. "yeah," he sighed. "i love you, too, sweetheart. have, for a long time." he added.

"why didn't you say anything, then?" you asked.

"why didn't you say anything?" he countered, grinning.

"fair," you said, smiling back at him. "but i'm so glad you feel the same way, pete."

"of course I do. you're the most beautiful girl i have ever met, and you're glad i feel the same way? sweetheart, i'll always love you. no matter what. you're always gonna be mine, and i'm always gonna be yours." he kissed you once more. "remember that."

[breakfastonuranus]

[underoospeterparker]

my first bodyguard!peter sutherland x reader fic is out!! go check it out here and let me know if you guys are interested in this becoming a potential series <3