#werewolf!peter

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it only took 24 hours but the internet is finally back and all i have is werewolf peter and vampire simon

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Hi, I don't know if I'm late or early for the Spooktober event of yours and I hope I'm not lol. But anyways, I was hoping if I could request/ ask for headcanons with Yandere Werewolf Peter Parker? I'm curious to see how he'd be as a werewolf lol and thank you :)

It's still going on! Thanks for sending something in :)

Warnings: Yandere themes, werewolf!Peter

Peter tries hard not to tell anyone about him being a werewolf. He wouldn't have ears or a tail while he's human. While superheroes may still be somewhat normal to the public, supernatural creatures are not.

But with you, he starts to act out.

Once he falls for you, Peter can't help but display some strange tendencies that are linked to his condition.

He is way more protective and possessive as a werewolf, especially when it gets closer to the full moon.

Will intervene with zero shame if he sees someone else even look at you weird.

It doesn't even matter if they're human or not, Peter will not tolerate someone flirting with you.

While he would have been shy about doing this before, he's also more likely to start scenting you whenever he feels like you don't smell like him.

Though, he is aware that it might be weird for him to just wrap himself around you, especially if you're not together or are in public, so he resorts to more subtle measures.

Giving you his jacket is one of Peter's favorites. He'll wear it for hours before he intends to give it to you just so it has his scent on it before offering it to you under the guise of it being cold or raining.

In reality, it's just a way for you to smell like him, and you having his jacket tells people that you're with him.

He will also wrap an arm around you and sit/stand as close as the situation will allow.

With this also comes his urge to make you unconditionally happy.

This was already something he would've wanted to do before, but now it's amplified.

He'll pretty much do anything you ask him to unless it puts you in danger.

If you ask him too, Peter will shift in front of you, granted it's not the full moon.

Speaking of the full moon, Peter becomes a lot more rabid during those.

If he doesn't have someone watching him or he doesn't chain himself down, you can expect to have a large, furry wolf at your door within the hour of Peter turning.

He won't do anything to you, of course. He's more so the amplified version of normal Peter. Clingy, possessive, and desperate for you.

Will keep you in your house with cuddles until the sun rises, in which he will be extremely embarrassed from his actions.

Overall just a very sweet and desperate wolf-boy :)

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Vampire Tony spending time with his werewolf boyfriend Peter in the forest surrounding his estate.

requested by anon

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[londonspidey]

Hey!, I was wondering if you could write a werewolf au about peter Parker, and it’s the reader helping him out on the full moon ?

A/n: Okay so I’ve never written werewolf Peter before and I don’t fully know what this blurb is but I hope you like anon. I’m sorry if it wasn't what you expected but this is how I see werewolf Peter going. Oh also the only werewolf i’ve watched is in Harry Potter so...

Word count: 706

Warnings: Supernatural!Au

For once in Peter’s life everything felt peaceful. He had a stable job and the perfect girlfriend and his condition had been getting better. You always took lengths to ensure that he was safe, staying with him and making sure all the curtains were closed, making sure that he was taking the antidote that Tony had managed to make for him. It was a clever concoction that he had to drink on every day of the full moon.

But something felt off that night as he stirred in his sleep. You woke up after he accidently kicked your leg and you instantly went into worry mode upon seeing him. At first you had thought it was a bad dream but then you saw the oncoming signs of his transformation. You  panicked and tried to wake him up but he wasn’t budging.

This had happened before, more times than you cared to count. Peter would forget to take the antidote at lunch on the day of a full moon or the curtains would be left open subjecting him to the full power of the moon. You noticed that both of those had happened that night. So you quickly got up and closed the curtains but it was too late.

Peter woke up in a panic as he felt himself changing. He looked at you with wide eyes full of fear. He hated it, hated being scared of himself. “Peter it’s okay.” You stroked his face, running a hand through his hair. “Pete-.”

“No stop!” Peter’s voice was hoarse as he watched the hair spread on his fingers. “Just go!” He pleaded with his girlfriend as he did most nights this had happened. You defiantly shook your head and sat down on the edge of the bed, taking his hand in your own.

“No, I’m not going anywhere.” You gave him an attempt of a smile as a tear fell down your cheek. Peter squeezed tighter but wanted desperately to push you away.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was shaky and full of emotion before he screamed in pain, he let go of your hand and you tried to stop him but it was helpless.

“Wait here.” You panicked, running from your bed to the lounge to try and find the prototype cure that Bruce and Tony had been working on. It was better than nothing. “God I hope this works.” You clutched it tightly as you made you way to the bedroom but when you reached it, Peter was gone and the window was fully open.

You sighed and fell back onto the bed with a sob. You knew how it was when he went out, his primal wolf side would takeover the Peter you knew and he would probably end up in fights. You had gotten too many calls of him from payphones as he pleaded with you to come and pick him up, he often didn’t know where he was. This time was slightly different.

It had been 2 hours and you hadn’t been able to fall back to sleep, worried thoughts of Peter plaguing your mind. You were just thinking about trying to actively distract yourself with a book or something when you heard something outside.

“Y/n…”

You rushed to the window and saw Peter outside, shivering and panicking but he was himself. His eyes were bloodshot and he had bruises covering his face, cuts on his arms. You helped him in and made sure he was okay before picking up the serum that should ultimately cure him. Peter looked hesitantly at it but nodded.

“Just stay still okay. This is going to help you.” You assured him as he nodded again. You took your shaking hands in his and kissed them before preparing the shot and remembering what Tony told you. Peter squeezed your free hand as you jabbed his arm with the needle and he winced. “Everything’s going to be okay.” You kissed him as you finished and he parted away to sob into your shoulder. Now all you could do was sit and wait to see if the permanent antidote worked and you would make sure to send Tony and Bruce a thank you note if it did.

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Secrets

Pairing: Werewolf!Peter Parker & Reader Summary: You get a nasty shock when you go to the roof of your apartment building. A nasty shock in the shape of an eight foot werewolf, to be exact.  Warnings: None Word Count: ~1,242 A/N: This is the fifth Monster!Character one shot for Spooktober 2018! If you’d like to be tagged in other Spooktober stories like this one, check out this post! Send me Spooktober requests for Monster!Character fics you want to see!

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It was an accident, really. A case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. (But you came here all the time!)

Or maybe it was fate, throwing a curve ball at your otherwise normal, boring life. (Your life wasn’t boring, though!)

Either way, the universe has a strange sense of humor, you mused as you looked into the dark brown eyes of the wolf-like being staring at you. Its eyes were so wide that you could see yourself reflected in them.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it was a half-wolf, half-man creature, you’d have likened its expression to a deer in the headlights. As it was, the comparison didn’t seem quite right.

You opened your mouth to scream, but it darted forward, quick as lightning, and placed a huge, furry paw-hand over your mouth.

Then it placed its index finger to the end of its snout, head moving side to side quickly. It didn’t remove its paw and stared at you expectantly so you did the only thing you could think of: you nodded your understanding (no screaming. quiet.).

The creature let out a long huff, shoulders sagging in relief, and it dropped its hand.

Immediately you breathed in to let loose a terrified shriek, but it tensed up again and huffed, panicked, fingers splayed and palms open, making the quintessential “calm down” motion. If you didn’t know any better, the sound coming from its muzzle was an attempt to shush you.

That made the scream catch in your throat and you narrowed your eyes at it.

Terrible creatures of the night usually killed first and asked questions later, right? Not politely shush you?

You did a quick pat down of your body to ensure all of your bits were where they were supposed to be. Finding nothing missing or out of place, you stuck the werewolf- and it was a werewolf, you admitted, now that you let yourself consider it- with an inquisitive, beady-eyed stare.

“You gonna eat me?” you asked it, surprised your voice came out at all.

It shook its big, shaggy head, a low whine in its throat.

“You gonna bite me?”

Another vehement shaking of its head.

“There a reason why you’re on the roof of my apartment building?” you asked it, narrow-eyed.

It looked away now, shifting nervously from one big, clawed foot to the other. It gave a tiny shrug and scratched at the back of its neck and you gasped.

You’d seen that exact movement hundreds of times before. Right down to the uneven tilt of the shoulders, the nervous darting of the eyes, and the way he turned his body to the side, trying to make himself seem smaller.

“Peter?” you breathed, eyes wide with shock.

The werewolf’s shoulders dropped and it turned a nearly comically shocked face to you, maw open (with lolling tongue and everything) and eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

“Oh my god it is you!” you said a bit too loudly, and clapped a hand over your mouth.

The werewolf took a half step towards you, hands up and waving a fervent “no” that only reinforced your suspicions. You stepped towards him and poked him in the chest.

He yelped in surprise and went still, staring down at you in shock. He was tall like this; easily eight feet.

His chest was warm and packed with muscle; undeniably real. He stared at you apprehensively, but you found yourself smiling almost manically.

“This. Is. So. Cool!” you squeaked, doing your best to keep your excitement to a low decibel.

That pulled a surprised noise from his big chest but he still didn’t move, likely in shock.

“How long has this been a thing?” you asked, awed.

He looked sheepish as he held up three fingers. You couldn’t help but stare at the large black claws at the end of said fingers. They looked sharp.

“Three years?” you asked, eyes wide. That was a long time to be... this.

But he shook his head.

“Three... months?” you guessed next.

A quick nod. You nearly laughed as his long ears flapped against the side of his head, but managed to keep it together.

“Does anyone else know?”

His ears sagged and he shook his head sadly.

“Not even Aunt May?”

His ears perked up at the name and suddenly he was in front of you again, big hands landing heavily on your shoulders. He had to hunch over to be eye level with you, but you were already waving away his worries.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Don’t tell Aunt May.”

He was so relieved he actually sagged to the rough ground, elbows resting on his thighs and hands supporting his huge head.

You sat down in front of him and pulled your legs under you. He wiped his big hands down his face, obviously stressed about this sudden turn of events.

You reached out and nudged his big, furry thigh with the tip of your shoe. He looked up, eyes trained unwavering on your face.

“So... wanna play 20 questions?”

His response was a big doggy grin and a single nod of his head.

The two of you had been pretty stealthy, all things considered. You were in the middle of New York City, the last place someone would expect to find a werewolf... but also a very, very difficult place to hide one.

“Shh!” you hissed over your shoulder, throwing werewolf-Peter a glare.

He looked scared, but was dutifully following you down the fire escape. Every time you passed a window you were afraid someone would spot the two of you, but it was late and apparently the tenants of your apartment building liked their beauty sleep.

You yanked the window to your apartment open as quietly at you could, both of you wincing when it squeaked horribly about halfway up.

You practically shoved Peter through the window, trying valiantly to hold your laugh in when his shoulders got stuck and he had to turn himself diagonally to fit. It was a blessing that your parents were away on business for a few days; you weren’t sure you could risk them seeing Peterwolf.

By the time you got into your room, Peterwolf was sitting in front of your bed, staring at you with dark, unreadable eyes.

It was a bit disconcerting seeing a ferocious creature of the night twiddling his thumbs nervously in your bedroom, but you shoved the thought out of your mind and hopped up on your bed.

You stared at each other for a moment before you broke out into laughter, though his laughs were more like whuffs of air than actual laughs.

“Think you can play games like that?” you asked, giving him a once over.

He gave the TV and console an appraising look before shrugging and nodding. The raise of his eyebrows let you hear the unspoken sentence, “Dunno. Let’s find out?”

You smiled widely and slid off the bed to get everything set up. “Alright. We’ll play games till the sun comes up, then we’re spending tomorrow planning what we’re gonna do for the next full moon. Deal?” you asked, holding your fist out expectantly.

He stared at you, then your hand, then you again, before his lips twitched up and his mouth opened in a slightly terrifying smile.

You made it halfway through your secret handshake before his huge paw made it impossible to do correctly.

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