#isaac lahey x reader insert

[mayfieldss]

secret santa 🎅

Isaac Lahey who works at a Christmas tree farm 👀

I was kicking my feet with excitement as soon as you sent this.

It had been a long shift, and there were only so many Christmas songs that could be played on repeat before it began to drive a person mad. Isaac was cold through, his leather jacket not quite enough to keep him comfortable as he showed people around the farm, helping them pick out the perfect tree for their home.

He wasn't in a bad mood exactly, but as the day dragged on he wasn't exactly joyful. His feet hurt, and so did his cheeks as he forced a smile to everyone that walked by him. Every "happy holidays!" spoken in his direction was met with the same grin and a gentle wave, and at first it had felt honest, but now it was more like an act. He wanted to be at home, in the warmth of his bed, not surrounded by people.

That was of course, until you showed up. He didn't know why you made him nervous, or if the zoo bustling about in his stomach was rather a bad meal from earlier instead of the so called butterflies, but he felt something when he saw you. Something good.

"Hey!" you waved cheerily as you approached him. You were approaching him. oh god. "I want the best Christmas tree on this farm, where would I find that?"

Isaac was stuck for a minute, staring, until he saw a familiar face by your side. Lydia Martin, the redhead sending him a knowing look.

"Well, how big is your living room?" Isaac asks, trying not to sound as though he's scrambling for words.

"Average living room size I believe." there is a laugh with the words and Isaac grins at the sound of it. It's better than any of the Christmas music he's heard over the past month. Sweet sounding and hopeful.

"Right this way." Isaac leads you and Lydia off to some of the tallest trees, and watches as you look up at each one, inspecting them as though the decision is of the greatest importance. It is important to you that you find the perfect tree for your home. One's Christmas tree can make or break the Christmas spirit of those invited over, you believe.

"What'd you think of this one Lydia?" You ask your redheaded friend, who already has her own tree at home and isn't much interested in the outing. What she is interested in however, is the current presence of Isaac Lahey, in particular the way he is looking at you.

"It's a nice tree, a little the small side though." She glances to Isaac, "What are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts?" Isaac startles, eyes flickering between the two girls before him and the tree beside you all. "I think it's a tree—a good tree. Tall." He doesn't know exactly why you're having this effect on him, but he can tell Lydia is enjoying the show. She always did like to watch people squirm.

You're smiling, now not at the tree, but at him. "It is tall," you agree, "But is it tall enough?"

"Well you've gotta make sure you can still decorate the top of it, you don't want it to be too tall." He's slowly sliding back into normality, back into doing his job. He's watching you, and you're watching the tree. The slow nod of your head and the squint of your eyes tells you're deep in thought about this and when you finally turn back to him you seem uncertain.

"Are you sure it's tall enough?" you ask, knowing Lydia's opinion is different to your Christmas tree guide's. You have a step ladder for the tall parts of the tree to make decorating easier but you think if you go any taller it won't be of much use. Still, a tall tree is a good tree.

"Trust me," Isaac smiles, "it's tall enough."

And the crazy thing was you did trust him, and soon enough you were transporting the tree to the car. Lydia was only a little upset that you hadn't taken her opinion on board, but she was more so intrigued by the way Isaac stopped you before you could get into the car. He called your name, of which he had recently learnt from hearing Lydia speak to you, and jogged up to your side.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." His breath comes out in a fog from the cold, his cheeks tinted a light pink, and the look on confusion on your face is masked by the sweet smile you'd shown him before.

"Yeah?" you seem to know where this is going, courtesy of a glance from Lydia on the other side of the car.

"I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe we could get a coffee sometime, if you're interested?" He's nervous, but trying not to be. Playing it cool is his specialty, or at least he thought it was. Now he's not so sure.

A gentle laugh leaves your lips, but not in a mocking way. You're glowing, sunlight covering you, though that could just be his imagination. "Sure, I'd love to." You pull out your phone and Isaac does the same with his own, and the exchange of digits is fast.

"I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac extends a hand to you after you've put your phone away, and you take it, giving his hand a firm shake.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Isaac. I'll see you soon." You let go of his hand and send him a wink before opening the passenger side door to the car.

"Yeah, see you soon." Isaac parrots back as you slide inside, the car starting as you go to leave the farm. It had been a long shift, but Isaac felt hopeful now, and as another Christmas song began to play over the speaker, he decided to sing along.

I hope you like it Gillian, Merry (late) Christmas!

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[undercoveravenger]

Motivators

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Scientist!Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: “okay for the spooky request could you write Isaac lahey x scientist reader who doesn’t believe in the supernatural but they are hunting a ghost and reader and Isaac make a bet where if they do find the ghost reader owes Isaac a kiss or something”

A/N: This is the third fic in the 2023 Spooky Month event! The next post will release on Tuesday, October 24th. Hope you enjoy!

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While your best friend Scott McCall and his pack were no strangers to your lab, you still found yourself a bit on edge with Scott’s beta, Isaac. You had known of him before he was turned, and he had seemed nice enough the few times you had interacted with him, but there had always seemed to be something off, even after Scott had told you the truth about his friends. You weren’t sure exactly why Isaac made you so uneasy, but the weight of his eyes, whether glowing their infamous werewolf gold or his pretty every-day blue, was ever present and unreadable. 

Even now, with the rest of the pack off investigating the most recent victim of a vengeful spirit, Isaac lingered, perched on one of the spare lab tables pushed against the wall and watching you intently. 

“You didn’t have to wait here,” you say, ardently refusing to look at him, studying the strange glowing sample they’d brought you through the viewing lens of your microscope. “You heard Scott- He thinks he’s got a lead. You could’ve gone with him to check it out.”

A soft huff escapes Isaac and you can hear him shift behind you, moving from his seat on the opposite table to come lean against the one you’re working at. “No,” he says quietly, “I needed to be here.” He’s silent for a minute and you almost think to press him further when he continues, “I know you don’t need me to be here, but I need to be.” He clears his throat awkwardly when you look up at him, but he presses on, in spite of the thick blush clouding his cheeks. “I worry about you a lot when I’m not around you, y’know? Not just that you’re just a human, but that you’re you.”

You studied Isaac for a long moment, a sort of self-satisfied amusement creeping through you as he fidgets under your gaze, clearly having said more than he meant to and exposing his emotions in the process. 

“You really think that you’re going to catch this ghost?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as you watched him. 

He nodded, grinning shyly, “Yeah. With you and Scott working together to find it? No way we don’t.”

Whenever you’d caught Isaac looking at you in the past, the look in his eyes was always intense, but he was unreadable in the same way that the old Latin tombs that Allison had swiped from her family’s archives for you had been. But in the same way you had learned to decipher those ancient books, you were starting to see the meaning behind those lingering stares and Isaac’s looming presence. He’d never seemed malicious to you, not even before he’d joined Scott’s pack, but now you could see that determined distance for what it was.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your sample, but couldn’t stop the edge of your lips from quirking up as you spoke. “You find it and I owe you a kiss.”

While you were no longer looking at him, you could pick out the exact moment Isaac realized what you’d said since you could hear his sneakers squeak against the floor as he struggled to catch himself from falling. “I- I, uh, I-” he stammered and you could practically hear how flustered he was. “I’m- I’m gonna go call Scott and see if his lead panned out. Y’know, we uh, we really need to get rid of this ghost thing before it hurts someone else. We should- We should really do everything we can to catch it as soon as possible, right?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he hurried out of the room, and you laughed even harder when you were able to pick up the excited whoops echoing in from outside of your lab from Isaac and Scott over the phone line.

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[supernaturalwolf]

Y/n: with stiles it’s always “Lydia Lydia Lydia-”

Isaac: can’t relate because for me it’s always “you you you.”

Y/n: You? That’s a stupid name …

Isaac: … I don’t know why I like you.

Y/n: maybe it’s because of the name -

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[imagine-you]

These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.  

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.  

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.  

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.  

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.  

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.  

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again." 

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.  

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.  

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again." 

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.  

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?" 

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."  

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.  

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?" 

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight." 

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?" 

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?" 

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.  

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow." 

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep." 

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow." 

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.  

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.  

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.  

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.  

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.  

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.  

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.  

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.  

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.  

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.  

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.  

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.  

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?" 

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere." 

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired." 

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.  

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.  

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!" 

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that." 

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?" 

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?" 

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."  

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him. 

 “Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?" 

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?" 

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine." 

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright." 

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine." 

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you." 

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.  

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.  

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.  

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.  

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.  

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.  

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.  

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.  

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.  

"What's with the long face, McCall?" 

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito." 

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?" 

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.  

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with." 

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.  

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.  

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.  

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school. 

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?" 

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military." 

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.  

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.  

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.  

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."  

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.  

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.  

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.  

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.  

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.  

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.  

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha." 

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.  

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.  

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do." 

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.  

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.  

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.  

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.  

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall. 

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?" 

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark." 

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that." 

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.  

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy." 

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?" 

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf." 

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.  

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?" 

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now." 

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.  

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.  

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills? 

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[kasplonkable]

Dating Isaac Lahey would include:

Stealing his jumpers constantly. They're literally massive, but they're soft, and they smell like old books, and the woods after rain, but most of all they smell like home

Going to see his lacrosse games. He would try to tell you that it wasn't a big deal, and that you didn't really have to come, but you would absolutely go full out every time

I'm talking face paint, colour coordinated outfits, banners, the works

He would be so embarrassed at first, but not of you. He's just shocked that someone would care about him that much

He would do this thing when the game ended where he would run across the pitch and kiss you in front of the crowd like he'd just won (even if their team lost)

If you guys are studying together, he would occasionally lean over to look at your answers, and when he gets caught he would pretend that he was going to hug you instead

"No, babe, you literally just look so cute right now" *continues peeking*

"Uh huh. It seems my answers are looking even cuter..."

"Well, now that you mention it-"

Lots of small touches. When you guys are walking together, your hands just naturally find eachother

Or when you're studying, you'll comfortably press your legs against eachothers under the table

Or sitting down, he'll sling his arm over your shoulders so you can lean on his chest

You both just enjoy the feeling of being close

He is constantly giving you his jacket. If he sees to even shiver slightly, the jacket is coming off. Even if you rub your arms, all of a sudden you have his coat dumped on you while he looks away bashfully and mumbles something about it being cold

Yeah, it's kinda chivalrous, but really it's more of a possessive thing

Speaking of being possessive, oh my days he literally cannot deal with other guys flirting with you

One time, while the two of you were eating lunch together, one of the guys from your history class came over and started flirting with you, and Isaac did not take it well at all

"I was thinking we could hang out on Friday? Just you and me, without your friend here"

Issac kept his head down as be wrapped his arm around your shoulder, finally looking up, eyes yellow as the sun, when he said

"You wanna try that again, bud?"

The guy almost seems stuck on the spot until you place a hand on Issac's, squeezing gently

"Sorry Ben, I'm actually Issac's girlfriend, so I can't"

Even though he was angry, hearing you tell people 'you are his' drove him a little wild

You write eachother small love notes all the time. Sometimes you give them in person, sliding small professions of love across the hard wood of the library desks

But sometimes it's more fun to hide them for the other to find later

So many times, Isaac has come home from a rough day only to move a folder on his desk and find a small note folded there. His face just lights up, the troubles of the day already fading in his mind, replaced by one thought: you

Or sometimes he'll flick to a random page in his textbook, and a small pink post-it will fly out from between the pages, the only message on it being "i love you"

He starts off as the big spoon, but you usually wake up to find him safely gathered up in your arms, asleep on your chest

Especially if he has a nightmare. He tries so hard not to wake you, but if he does, just hold him until he calms down, muttering sweet nothings until he falls back asleep. A lot of the time he doesn't even remember it in the morning

He's the one who deals with spiders, but not before teasing you about it

"Oh come on, he's just a little guy!!"

"Isaac, seriously, please take him outside"

"You sure you don't wanna say hi?"

He never kills them though. He kinda identifies with them, so he just grabs a cup and some paper and takes them out

There was that one time though, when the spider wouldn't fit in the cup, in which both of you really considered just leaving for a couple hours until it went away on it's own

"Yeah I think I'm gonna give this one a miss..."

"What do you mean 'a miss'? You're the big bad wolf, go sort it out!!"

"Wait, babe....where did it go?"

👁👄👁

*sounds of you both grabbing your bags and leaving the room* "nope" "nope" "absolutely not"

I actually had so much fun writing this!! It's crazy the kind of inspiration you get when you're trying to avoid studying, but anyway!! Hope you enjoyed, and feel free to send a request!! :-)

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[fandomnsfw]

Let Me Love You - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Request -

Warning: Smut...Smut....and a kick to the nads.

Thank you to my beta who did this fore me last night! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You stormed into the school with a scowl on your face, your crimson red stilettos clicking against the smooth off-white floor.  Your outfit was like your usual, sassy and overdressed. At least that’s what Stiles liked to say. You were wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, that zipped up and slightly resembled a bomber jacket. Your jeans were high waist with rips covering the front, as well as a large rip at the top of your thigh just under your right ass cheek.  

Your shoes were excessively high and overbearingly bright red to match your handbag and deep red matte lipstick. Your eyeshadow was a nude matte with a cut crease, a moderately thick wing and fake eyelashes. And to top it off you had a five-row diamanté choker and diamond curved square earrings.  

You channelled your hearing, trying to find the pack. Once you’d located them, you stormed into the cafeteria angrily as you heard the boy behind you catching up slowly. You locked eyes with Lydia who shot you a raised brow before she looked behind you with a scowl.  

You stormed over to the table, ignoring your boyfriend who was traipsing behind you out of breath. Glancing at Stiles briefly as his eyes flicked to your heels before letting out a snort. Scott looked behind you as your panting boyfriend, who had finally caught up. You could sense him behind you but that didn’t mean you were about to give him the time of day.  

“Y/N, come on, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mist-”  

“How many shitty rom-coms did you watch to get that line?” You snorted cutting his words off before turning to face him.  

“Come on, baby, i-”  

“You need some help, Y/N?” Scott asked as Isaac stood up to move over to you only for Scott to stop him.  

“No, I got this Scotty.” You replied sweetly, giving him a soft glance before turning to your boyfriend and bring up leg up, the weight of your platform causing the kick to his balls to hurt way more than it would have had you been wearing flats.  

“We’re done.” You snarled as he fell to the floor clutching his crotch painfully.  

You sat down in between Isaac and Scott as your now ex-boyfriend was lifted by his friends, who were quite clearly trying to hold back their laughter and teasing remarks. Stiles leaned over Isaac with a raised brow, causing you to match his expression in confusion.  

“How do you even walk in those?” Stiles muttered as he pointed to the pair of high heels on your feet.  

“With great strength and precision.” You deadpanned, causing Erica to snigger to herself.  

“So who’d you catch him with?” Jackson asked casually like it was somehow a regular occurrence to have a pack mate’s boyfriend cheating on them.  

“Ava.” You growled as said girl walked into the cafeteria. You tuned into the conversation she was having with Abigail and Emma.  

‘Don’t you think Isaac got so hot recently?’ Ava giggled as she glanced over at Isaac who was sat next to you minding his own business. You stood up and threw your right leg over him before sitting down and straddling him. He looked up from his phone with a raised brow as if silently asking what you were doing.  

“Play along.” You muttered softly with a fake smile. Isaac snorted but decided to indulge in whatever game you were playing. You leant down to whisper in his ear making it look as sexy and seductive as you could from an outsiders point of view.  

“Can you act like you wanna fuck me desperately for like five minutes to piss Ava off?” You whisper biting his ear for show. He let out a ‘mhmm’ of agreement before pulling you back by your hair gently. He pulled you flush against his body before pulling you down harshly for a kiss that almost had your eyes widening as you felt arousal spark immediately.  

The kiss was like fire had ignited inside of you and your whole body burn for it. You let out a little whimper as his tongue brushed across your lower lip. One hand in your hair while the other slipped just under the bottom of your top, skimmed against the heated skin.  

You had completely forgotten about Ava as you gripped onto Isaac t-shirt, letting him control the kiss willingly. You snapped out of the kiss as someone coughed awkwardly behind you. You pulled away with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes, your face one of pure uncut desire. Scott and Stiles gaped at you as you tried to bring your head out the clouds.  

You felt dizzy from the kiss, which only caused your eyes to zone out slightly, as you swayed in Isaac’s lap. He let out a chuckle as he pulled you against his chest in an effort to keep you from falling.  

“Jesus, Isaac, did you slip her an aphrodisiac when you kissed her, she’s totally gone!” Erica laughed with Allison as they stared at you.  

“No, I just did what she wanted.” Isaac snorted as he cupped your cheeks, lifting your face up to look into your eyes.  

“Y/N, dinners almost over.” Isaac whispered softly, his eyes scanning yours in amusement.  

You blinked a few times before shaking your head in embarrassment. You slid off his lap into your own seat as a few of the pack members chuckled at your flushed face. You glanced at Isaac who had gone back to his phone like none of it ever happened.  

***  

You were sat in Allison’s bedroom in between Erica and Lydia who were painting their nails. Allison let out a chuckle as she read a text on her phone, causing you to raise an eyebrow. She glanced at you with a cheeky grin before glancing back at her phone. Cora rolled her eyes as she scrolled through Facebook aimlessly, choosing to ignore Allison’s laugh, until she finally spoke up.  

“Scott and the boys are hanging out tonight at Derek’s.” Allison supplied making you hum in thought.  

“I wonder what the boys talk about when they’re away from us?” You pondered with a smirk.  

“Probably pussy, video games and action movies.” Erica laughed as she looked up from her freshly painted red nails.  

“Kinda like us then except ours is cock, fashion and romance movies.” You huffed in amusement.  

“Speaking of dick. When are you gonna jump on Isaac’s.” Lydia muttered casually, her eyes never leaving her nails.  

“Lydia, I literally just broke up with my boyfriend less than 48 hours ago.” You snorted, sarcasm lacing your voice.  

“You kissed him less than 10 minutes after your break up, so by calculated standards you should be riding his dick right now.” Lydia chuckled, a smirk gracing her nude pink lips.  

“He doesn’t even see me like that.” You huffed childishly, throwing yourself back on the bed in annoyance.  

“If he didn’t see you like that he wouldn’t have kissed you like he was about to fuck you in the middle of the school cafeteria.” Cora laughed as you blushed slightly.  

“I told him to act like he wanted to fuck me cos Ava was there talking about how hot he was and I wanted to piss her off.” You pouted as Allison stared down at you.  

“Isaac’s a terrible actor.” Erica declared, a smirk adorning her red lips. Allison looked at you curiously before turning back to her phone.  

“So, how do you feel about him?” Allison asked gently, after a few seconds off silence.  

“Honestly? I’ve always liked Isaac but never made a move. He’s so tall and hot but he also has this sweet side to him, like when he carried my bag for me on the way home one time. Then there’s his dominant side.” You trailed off with a grin on your face.  

“Everyone thinks he’s a walking puppy but he has this look that screams dominance. Every time he does it makes my knee’s go weak…Fuck I’ve got it so bad.” You groaned.  

Allison chuckled before declaring they order pizza. The girls agreed, all rattling off their orders before deciding to scan through Netflix. After 20 minutes there was a knock at the door which made everyone frown. The pizza place always took at least 45 minutes so to say the girls were confused was an understatement. Allison slid her gun into the back of her jeans before walking to the door, you and the other girls following behind closely. Lydia was at the back since she didn’t have any real fighting skills yet.  

Allison opened the front door her hand on the gun but quickly relaxed when she saw Isaac stood there with a smirk. He held up his phone as a video started playing. You couldn’t see anything but you heard your voice. In the video, you were talking about your feelings for Isaac and honestly, right now you’d wished the ground would swallow you whole.  

You glanced and the girls with wide eyes, trying to figure out who did it. However, none of them gave anything away. Isaac let the video play out much to your own embarrassment but once it was done he pocketed his phone and strode over to you with hooded eyes. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before turning to the girls  

“Thanks, Allison, for the video. We’ll see you at school on Monday.” Isaac chuckled before leaving the house, the girls chuckling and waving to you as you disappeared from sight. You had wide eyes as he placed you down in front of what looked to be Scott’s bike. You gave him a curious look before he motioned to the bike silently.  

“Isaac wha-”  

“Get on the bike before I decide to fuck you in the middle of the street.” Isaac growled, causing your eyes to widen tenfold. You hopped onto the bike behind Isaac without another word.  

He sped down the road, which was almost empty due to it being around 11 at night. You clung to him tightly and almost cursed when you arrived at the McCall’s because you had to let go. You adjusted your white Adidas cap before glancing at the boy was had just gotten off the bike.  

You went to get off the bike only to be lifted up and thrown back over Isaac’s shoulder. You let out a squeak which only earnt you a chuckle from the boy carrying you. He walked into the house, closing the door behind him before moving straight up the stairs.  

“Where’s Melissa?” You whispered as he kicked open the door to his room.  

“Night shift and Scott’s staying at Derek.” Isaac answered easily before throwing you down on the bed which caused you to let out another little squeak.  

He shed his leather jacket and v neck t-shirt before crawling onto the bed straight towards you. You scrambled back as you took in his predatory glance, but your attempts were futile because he soon had you cornered and honestly you felt nothing but arousal.  

“Before I fuck you into next week, I just want to put out there that this isn’t a fling. You’re mine now. Any objections?” Isaac chuckled as he hovered over you covered stomach.  

“N-No.” You stuttered nervously, your face flushing softly.  

He let out a chuckle as he began working on unbuttoning your jeans and slipping off your Adidas sneakers. He moved up once the task was complete, his lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss. You let out a gasp which he took as an invite and slipped his tongue into your mouth, twisting it with yours.  

Once your jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled them down your legs without a second thought and that’s when your eyes snapped open as you remembered what you were wearing.  

You had a pure white bodysuit on, which usually wouldn’t be a problem except for today, you’d chosen to wear your thong one. Meaning the front rest just above your hips and your ass was completely exposed. You thanked the heavens you were laying on your back for now.  

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Isaac huffed darkly with a smirk however that was quickly replaced were a suspicious scowl.  

“Turn over.” He instructed as he threw your high waist boyfriend jeans somewhere in the room.  

Your eyes widened as you stared at him with flushed cheeks. He shot you a smirk, letting you know he’d already figured it out. When you didn’t move he flipped you over and as he did he let out a groan of approval.  

“Fuck…I might not even take this off to fuck you. I might just…” He trailed off as he lifted you up, so you were face down with your ass in the air, before moving the thin material away from your pussy.  

“God, look at you.” Isaac chuckled as he lifted his free hand and ran his middle finger down your slit. You let out a gasp as he brushed against your fold, a moan quickly following when he softly circled your clit.  

“You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Isaac teased as he pushed the tip of his index finger into your dripping pussy  

You felt the bed jolt as he moved, but before you had time to evaluate what was happening his tongue was pushing inside you. You inhaled harshly, quickly followed by a dirty moan that earnt you a chuckle from Isaac. He pulled his tongue back out, pulling away completely. Leaving you whining in protest.  

Suddenly Isaac was laid down, his face directly under your wet heat. You moved so your arms were supporting you, glancing between your legs with wide eyes. He glanced up at you with a smirk before grabbing your ass and pulling your pussy down roughly.  

You let out a gasp as you flicked his tongue against you, finally realising what he was doing. You sat up and looked down boy at the boy underneath you with flushed cheeks and hooded lids. He tapped you ass slightly, before sticking out his tongue. You grind down on his tongue experimentally, letting out a moan as you did it again with more certainty. He gripped your thighs as he moaned at the taste of you, his eyes never leaving yours. You thread your hands through his hair gently as he began sucking you clit harshly.  

“O-Oh god…” You panted, a loud breathless moan following shortly after.  

His nails dug into your hips his chest rumbling out a growl of arousal. You thrust your hips against his mouth, the jolt of power you felt from this position drove you crazy, yet somehow at the same time, you felt utterly under his control.  

“Isaac…” You panted, your voice raspy and spent, your thrusting slowly coming to a stop when you became too tired to move anymore.  

He grunted letting you know he understood but before you could move he rolled you onto your back, his face still buried in your pussy. The ass was off the ground with only your thigh being supported on Isaac's shoulder.  

The new position let you exposed, the moonlight hitting the bed lighting it up softly. You let out a whine of embarrassment and arousal as he continued his job of devouring you. You gripped onto his bed your back arching slightly, as your fists buried in the sheets.  

“I-Isaac…Shit don’t stop…’M gonna cum” You stuttered between breaths.  

Your stomach clenched tightly as you pushed towards you orgasm willing it to take over. As he moved back to your clit he pushed two fingers into you roughly and that was enough to tip you straight over the edge.  

“F-Fuck, Is-Isaac!” You screamed as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowered your ass to the bed gently, as he held your hips to ground you slightly as the orgasm was finally calming down. He stroked your thighs gently as he watched you finally open your eyes.  

“Hi there.” Isaac chuckled gently, his hands sliding up your thigh until there were squeezing the flesh where your thighs end.  

“Hi.” You giggled softly, still slightly dazed as you looked up at him.  

He lifted one hand and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. You sat up slowly and shuffled forward slightly, so your crotches were in line with each other. You hooked your legs around his waist, as your hands slid up his chest to clamp around his neck. You brushed your nose against his gently, his hands clutching at your waist tightly.  

“Hold on tight.” He whispered huskily. You nodded and clung to him like a koala bear before he flipped you over with ease.  

You let out a little giggle as he nipped at your neck playfully, his hands sliding up your side until they were yanking down your bodysuits straps. He lent down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. You inhaled harshly, clutching at his hair as he moved to the other nipple paying it the same attention. After he deemed it enough her moved back and looked down at you.  

“You want me to prep you so the stretch doesn’t hurt?” Isaac chuckled as he stared into your eyes, unbuttoning his jeans. You raised a brow at him in confusion.  

“You know I’m not a vi- Oh my god!” You squeaked as he pulled out his fully hard cock. You’d been with two guys since you were 16 and both of them were above average size but now looking at Isaac they suddenly went from a good size to pitiful compared to him.  

“Holy shit.” You muttered, eyes wide as you stared at his member.  

The more you stared at it though, the more arousal you felt. You were never one to care about size, always going by the saying ‘It’s not the size that matters it how they use it’. However, right now, you were practically drooling.  

Without a sound, you moved away from him and shift to all fours bending down and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your ass was raised but your face was now level with his cock. You let out a moan of approval, pumping him a few times.  

You glanced up at him, your eyes locking on his as you pursed your lips and let string of spit dripped down to his cock. He let out a moan at you sight which only made you smirk. If there was one thing you know it’s that as much a porn isn’t realistic, boys still loved some of the filthy things pornstar’s do. You moved your hand up and down painfully slow, as you spread the fluid all over his large cock.  

You ducked your head before licking up his shaft agonizingly slow. He let out a little hiss of pleasure as his right-hand thread through your hair. You glanced up at him as you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft, his eyes rolling it to the back of his head as you sucked on him harshly.  

You circled your tongue around the head before sucking him down further. You thrusted upwards and he pushed your head down causing you to gag a little before you thankfully adjusted. He was panting heavily as he thrust into your awaiting throat. You gagged occasionally, however when you did he would pull back to let you breath, before thrusting straight back in.  

When he finally pulled you all the way of his cock you let out a whine of protest. He chuckled darkly as he tugged your head back with the hair clutched in his hand. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, his bare chest pressed against your breasts.  

“You ready baby?” Isaac whispered against your ear huskily, his hand still clutching your hair.  

“Y-Yes.” You muttered shyly.  

However, it seemed that’s all the answer he needed to manhandle you down to the bed. Isaac now between your legs, his hand gripping your thighs and motioning you to wrap your legs around him. You did as you were instructed before he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. His tongue swirling with yours before moving to trace every inch of your mouth.  

You moaned into his mouth, as his tip brushed across your entrance. Your hands fling around his shoulders as he began pushing in. He eased in gently until he was finally bottomed out, his hand soothing your hair affectionately, as you wince against his neck.  

He looked into your eyes as you finally felt the pain disappearing, that’s when you noticed the black veins on his arm that was caressing your hair. You bite his neck letting him know he could move, he hummed out an okay before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in agonizingly slow. A moan left your lips as he pushed back in, his weight all on one hand as his other caressed down your body. You nibbled on his earlobe before letting out a breathy moan against his ear, which earnt you a groan.  

“Harder.” You purred seductively, causing a huskily moan to erupt from his mouth. He growled as he began to thrust in and out at you in an animalistic pace, the suddenness of it making you scream out in pleasure.  

He sat up and gripped bothy our hips as he thrust into you so hard and deep it had you arching off the bed in bliss. You gripped his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself, his claws slowly making an appearance. They dug into your hips almost drawing blood as they did.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed, a moan following shortly after.  

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You moaned loudly as your claws started to come out. You moved them from his arms so you wouldn’t hurt him but he growled at you causing your eyes to widen slightly.  

“Don’t hold back. Let go.” Isaac muttered as his thrust slowed but still remained hard and deep.  

“Mmm, I-Isaac…” You whined as you made grabby hands at him, earning yourself a chuckled from the boy. He bent down allowing you to cling to him as he sped up his thrusts once again.  

“S-Shit…You’re so tight.” He groaned as he felt you clamp around his cock, your body trying to suck him in further.  

You raked your claws down him back leaving blood covered marks in your wake. He let out an animalistic growl before he started drilling into you so fast your body could barely keep up. Your moans barely had chance to leave your mouth.  

His claws dug into your waist drawing blood but all you could feel was pleasure. Your stomach began coiling back up as your orgasm approached quickly. You clenched around his dick letting him know you were close which only caused him to move one bloodied hand to your clit. He began circling it roughly, making sure his claws didn’t cut you.  

“Oh, g-god…I-Isaac ‘m cumming!” You screamed out your back arching, causing it to push against his chest.  

“Go on baby, cum on my cock.” He groaned against your ear and that all it took for you to started cumming. Your orgasm felt more wet and intense than the last which caused Isaac to sit up and stare down at where his cock was his fingers never leaving your clit.  

He smirked down as he pulled his cock out and began brushed side to side on your clit rather fast. You gasp as you felt another orgasm hit you before the other one could even end. You looked down to see Isaac cock and the bed sheets wet-threw.  

“D-Did I-I ju-just?” You gasped and your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm.  

“Oh yeah…Fuck I need to see that again.” Isaac moaned as he thrust back into you and started moving in and out.  

“Y-You’re no-Oh fuck!” You gasped as he moved his hand against your clit once again.  

“Come on, baby girl, squirt all over my cock.” Isaac chuckled against your ear before pulling back and watching your entrance carefully his hand never ceasing the movements.  

Your back started arching again as you felt your pussy contract around his cock. He pulled out but continued moving his finger across your clit. You felt the liquid soak into the white bodysuit leaving you to feel damp and gross but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because you were shaking from your fourth orgasm.  

“Fuck, as much as wanna do that all night, I need to cum.” Isaac groaned as he licked at his hand that was covered in your juices.  

“Cum inside me…P-Please.” You panted, as he entered you the wet sound causing him to moan in approval. He thrust into you in a way that can only be described as vicious. You clung to him, panting against his ear as you whispered into his ear urging him to cum.  

“Gonna cum in my tight little pussy, baby?” You moaned softly earning yourself a growl from the male above you. He thrust a few more times before he moaned against your shoulder.  

“F-Fuck, Y/N, ‘m cumming.” He growled and he thrust into you, milking himself inside you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and collapsed on top of you. You stroked his hair as you both panted against one another. He sat up after a few minutes, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his lips.  

“Well, that was…” You giggled softly as your body finally stopped shaking for the most part.  

“Amazing?” Isaac supplied with a chuckle.  

“Totally.” You huffed in amusement. He looked down at the wet bed and let out a chuckle before smirking down at you.  

“We should probably replace these sheet and then get a shower.” Isaac laughed softly. You gave him a nod with a flushed face as you stared at wet patch.  

****  

“So how was it?” Lydia smirked as she muttered as you stood up from your seat.  

“Fun, amazing and so embarrassing.” You muttered with a flushed face. You began walking to the cafeteria as Erica, Allison and Lydia tried to catch up. Cora trailing behind with no intention of running to catch up.  

“Embarrassing?” Erica snorted in amusement.  

“Don’t even ask.” You grumbled before spotting the boys already at the table. You sat down next to boyfriend, placing a kiss on his lips with a smile. He stroked the back of your hair affectionately as you leant against him.  

“So how are you this fine day…Squirtle?” Jackson snorted and you suddenly felt your face grow very hot.  

“Oh my god, you told them!” You squeaked as Isaac threw a chip at Jackson who couldn’t stop laughing.  

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about Jackson, at least Isaac can bring his girlfriend to an earth-shattering orgasm.” Stiles laughed as you smashed your head onto the table before letting out a groan of pain.  

Why is this your life?

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Teen Wolf Fanfic

Genre: Fluff Character: Isaac Lahey Reader: Female, she/her, bisexual

Request?: Yes

Warnings: Brief mention of character death

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Real Is The Love - Chapter 12 (Isaac Lahey x Reader)

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Summary: Isaac, well past his supernatural teenage troubles has settled down with his girlfriend, y/n. They're both advancing in their careers when a surprise pregnancy throws them for a loop. The next several months are filled with lots of laughs, love, odd cravings, and a few tears. As always, peace only lasts for so long in Beacon Hills...

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: pregnancy, violence, cursing

a/n: hiii! the bitch is back writing lauren is back from the dead & might be here to stay for the summer :)

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Dark is the night when you're feeling all alone

Weak is the light when you're feeling far from home

February

“Kira is walking out of the office now, heading to y/n’s car” Scott spoke, relaying the info to Isaac and Malia, who sat in a separate car further down the road. Isaac watched the scene unfold with an ice-cold glare. If looks could kill, he’d be charged with murder.

The plan was devised last night at a hastily called pack meeting. Scott, Kira, Malia, Liam, Mason, and Corey all but descended upon Isaac and y/n’s apartment, everyone arriving within 20 minutes of receiving the SOS text. Like, a real SOS this time. Once Stiles and Lydia were on facetime, y/n told the pack about the SUV that had been following her. Within 10 minutes, Stiles had pulled up the security camera footage from the past 72 hours at both y/n’s office and the grocery store she regularly visited. No one asked him just how he got the footage so quickly, but after receiving a few blank stares Stiles simply muttered, “I know a guy,” with his eyes still trained intensely on his computer screen.

The security tapes turned out to be a dead end. The SUV’s license plate was fake and wasn’t recognized in any federal or state databases, so the pack was back to square one. It was decided that y/n would start maternity leave early and move to a safe house while Kira posed as y/n in an attempt to draw out the stalkers, much to y/n’s dismay.

Lydia caught the last flight of the night from D.C. to California and met y/n, Corey, and Mason at the safe house in the wee hours of the morning while the rest of the pack carried out their respective roles of the plan (read: recon mission). Kira got dressed at y/n and Isaac’s apartment, disguising herself as her heavily pregnant friend, the look complete with a fake baby bump, some of y/n’s work clothes, a wig, and sunglasses. Scott and Liam spent the night at the apartment as well, in case anyone tried to ambush the apartment overnight. It was a sleepless night for everyone, including y/n, despite her best efforts. She knew her stress was bad for the baby, but her fears were rattling her to her core and weren’t showing signs of letting up anytime soon.

Scott and Liam drove a rental car, leaving the apartment complex shortly after Kira drove y/n’s car to the law office she worked at. Halfway to the office, the same black SUV from the security tapes pulled out from a partially hidden dirt road, unknowingly sandwiching itself between Kira, Scott, and Liam. Kira audibly gasped over the coms, but she kept her focus and pulled into y/n’s designated parking spot. Scott and Liam positioned themselves in the adjacent parking lot, just out of the black SUV’s sight line. Isaac and Malia, in their own rental car (“Neither of your sports cars are discreet!” Lydia argued over the phone last night), backed into the thick brush and overgrowth alongside the road Kira planned to drive down when y/n was scheduled to go on her lunch break.

Hours felt like days as the pack waited until Kira was scheduled to leave the office. The tension in each car could be sliced with a knife. For the most part, things were quiet. Silent even, save for the rustling of papers from Kira’s com mic as she packed up some files for y/n and the aggressive taps as Isaac texted y/n for updates.

10:13 a.m.   How are you doing, babe? How’s bean? Do you feel okay? – Isaac

10:14 a.m.   We’re fine. Just like I said ten minutes ago. and 20 minutes ago. and 30 minutes ago. – y/n

10:15 a.m.   I just need to know that you’re safe. – Isaac

y/n knew it was coming from a place of love and concern, but her patience was wearing thin.

When noon finally rolled around, Kira practiced her near-perfect third-trimester waddle out to y/n’s car and confirmed the route over the coms. The plan was for Kira to take a scenic route to no destination in particular. The road she eventually pulled onto saw enough traffic that it wouldn’t seem strange for two cars to be following after the black SUV from a short distance but was quiet enough that a mild vehicular ambush wouldn’t be noticed.

Once they reached a particularly deserted strip of the road, Scott gave the signal. Go.

The gas pedal met the floor as Isaac accelerated, boxing the SUV in on the left side while Scott sped up to box the SUV in from behind. The black car sped up along with them, forcing Kira to accelerate and creating a cataclysmic chain reaction leading to the four cars barreling down the small background at almost 90 miles an hour.

The crackling of the coms could still be heard over the roar of engines when Isaac gave the second signal, his voice seeping through as a low growl. Now.

On cue, Isaac dropped back just as Scott accelerated and clipped the rear right corner of the black SUV, causing it to spin out quickly into an unfinished demolition site along the right side of the road, fractions of a second after Kira sped out of the way. While the driver of the SUV was still disoriented from the violent spin, Kira, Scott, and Isaac rushed to corner the black car against a crumbling concrete wall.

Once the dust settled, Malia let out a humorless laugh as the silhouette of airbags could be seen through the windshield of the SUV. Isaac was the first person to approach, rather, charge at the immobilized car. Before he could get there, a slightly disoriented Chris Argent stepped out with his hands up in surrender. The shock of seeing Argent stopped everyone in their tracks, including Isaac.

“Chris? What the fuck are you doing here?” shouted Isaac, stalking towards the man who took him in during his move to France. Malia and Liam stood back, muttering to each other as they watched the scene unfold, while Scott cautiously moved with Isaac.

“What am I doing here? Why did you run my car off the road?” Chris panted, hands on his knees as he regained his breath.

“Why were you following y/n?” Scott butted in as a poor attempt to diffuse the situation. Each man had their chest puffed out, like another alpha male showdown that was all too common with this bunch. Chris sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired face before addressing Scott and Isaac directly.

“We’re not going to get anywhere if we answer each other’s questions with more questions.” The air was still tense and Isaac’s stare only grew sharper by the second. Deadly, even. His body was still, though there was a rage vibrating beneath the surface. A rage Chris knew all too well. With another heavy sigh, Chris spoke again. 

“Morrell asked me to keep an eye on y/n today. Said you guys were worried about her safety.”

“Morrell? Marin Morrell? Why the hell would she be concerned about us? We haven’t spoken to her in years.” Chris didn’t miss the way that Isaac said us when he spoke about y/n. If his car wasn’t nearly totaled and he wasn’t surrounded by werewolves and inadequately armed, he might’ve pulled a small smile at the love Isaac clearly felt for y/n.

“She said that-,” Chris began to explain again before his face fell and he realized the disconnect. The pack had no idea that Morrell had been ‘watching out for them’, nor that she had asked Chris to help with surveillance. “...shit.”

y/n, Lydia, Mason, and Corey had been camped out at the safehouse all morning. Everything was going smoothly, save for y/n’s freshly chewed-off fingernails; the security system was triple checked, no alarms were tripped, and the four were in near-constant communication with the rest of the pack. Until about noon, that is. They’d reviewed the plan half a dozen times this morning. It was simple, really, save for the fact that they’d be flying by the seat of their pants after immobilizing the black SUV.

y/n was spaced out and stressed at the same time as she laid on the couch with her head in Lydia’s lap. Possible outcomes and probabilities ran through the red head’s mind while her fingers gently moved across y/n’s scalp, unsuccessfully attempting to alleviate her stress. Mason and Corey were so focused on the card game they’d brought along to pass the time that they almost didn’t notice the small red flashing light from the security system control panel. Almost.

“Guys, we got a problem,” Corey spoke up uncharacteristically loudly. He dropped his hand of cards on the floor before rushing to look at the security monitors with Mason right behind him. y/n sat up fast enough that blood rushed from her head, momentarily distracting her from the Braxton Hicks contractions she hadn’t told anyone about.

The four of them crowded around in front of the security system screens and watched in horror as one by one, the cameras went out. Within seconds, it was all dark. The only remaining function was the blinking red light signaling that an exterior door had been opened.

“Hide,” Lydia rasped out before grabbing y/n’s hand with the intention to find a safer spot within the safe house. Ironic, isn’t it. Corey took Mason’s hand and backed against the wall, the two seeming to vanish into thin air. Neither pair got far before one final loud blare sounded from the remains of the security system, just before a nearby door was blown in, knocking y/n and Lydia off their feet. Dust hung heavy in the air and a shrill ringing pierced everyone’s ears. Except for the intruder, of course. She had the foresight to bring earplugs.

The shallow thud of boots was the first thing to distract y/n from the ringing in her ears. The second was the familiar face that appeared once the dust settled.

“You would not believe how hard it is for an emissary to get in touch with a pack these days.” Lo and behold, Marin Morrell stood before them, methodically stepping forward. Lydia stumbled onto her feet and pulled y/n up behind her before the banshee took on a defensive stance. The blood dripping from the scrapes on both women served as a poor distraction for y/n from another ripple of cramping throughout her belly.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here,” Morrell smirked. Her words weren’t as menacing as one might have expected, but they definitely weren’t innocent and were far from reassuring. “Honestly, I’m surprised the rest of the pack left the two of you here alone.” Lydia kept her eyes trained on Morrell and an arm wrapped around y/n, while the latter made sure not to shift her gaze towards the wall too obviously. In her peripheral vision she saw Corey appear for a split second and wink in her direction before vanishing again, well outside of Morrell’s sight line.

A quick smirk adorned Morrell’s face as she glanced at a notification on her phone. “Looks like the rest of the party is about to arrive,” she said as she pulled a glass jar of mountain ash from her pocket and shattered it on the floor around her, forming a large circle. Clever girl.

A tense silence fell between the three women. Morrell’s eyes wandered around the room, snapping back to the two women in front of her on occasion. Lydia’s glare didn’t waver from the emissary, despite y/n’s nails digging into her shoulder as she struggled to contain groans of pain from what she wasn’t quite sure were Braxton Hicks contractions anymore.

“Were you playing cards, ladies?” Morrell questioned nicely after seeing the stack of cards and two scattered hands. The tension in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife and the emissary didn’t have all day. Corey and Mason briefly appeared again, this time against the wall Morrell’s back was turned to. Both men had their eyes trained on Lydia for a signal.

“Nope,” Lydia said dryly, popping the ‘p’ at the end. If Morrell had been paying closer attention, she might’ve noticed the slight downward tilt of Lydia’s chin. Corey and Mason vanished once again and before Morrel could ask any more questions, both of her wrists had been snatched from her sides and secured behind her back. An invisible force delivered a blow to Morrell’s legs, knocking her feet out from underneath her.

Corey and Mason reappeared at the same time the rest of the pack and Chris Argent came barreling through the door. Isaac’s wild eyes darted around the room then finally rested on y/n before he began sprinting towards her, pulling her away from Lydia and into his arms. The sob that wracked through y/n’s body broke Isaac’s heart and intensified the rage he felt within. Isaac left it up to the rest of the pack to handle Morrell while he checked y/n over for any injuries. The worst of the physical damage seemed to be a few bloody scrapes on her arms, so Isaac pulled y/n’s head into his chest and rubbed her back soothingly, using his body as a shield from the unfolding scene.

“I won’t ask again. What are you doing here?” Scott asked in a low rumble, punctuating each word. He was tense yet collected. Isaac was glad he let Scott take the lead from here, as he knew he wouldn’t be able to exhibit the same restraint as the alpha. Morrell let out a short huff, frustrated that what she thought were the two weakest links of the pack had gotten the jump on her. Still, she maintained her poker face.

“I’m doing what I’ve always done–maintaining the balance,” Morrell explained, her tone even. Her ability to stay calm while surrounded by a pack of angry werewolves was impressive, but it wasn’t lost on anyone that this wasn’t her first rodeo.

“Like hell you are! You lied to me,” Chris spoke up, anger painting his own features. It was true that he didn’t have as deep of an emotional investment in the situation as the rest of the pack, but he definitely didn’t appreciate being fooled and screwed over.

“Save it, Argent. This isn’t about you,” Morrell bit out as she slowly made her way back to a standing position. “This is about y/n, Isaac, and the thing she’s been growing for 9 months now.” Morrell’s voice was cold. Clinical, even. Before anyone could protest, she continued.

“I get it. It’s your baby and you want to protect it. I’m sorry we had to meet like this, but you need to know that I’m the least of your worries. I had a feeling Deaton was hiding something from me, hell, everyone and decided to look into it,” Morrell paused to deliver a pointed glance to y/n and Isaac. The realization that there wasn’t a physical threat to handle lifted a weight off of everyone’s shoulders, but their claws were still out. Literally.

“If word gets out that there’s a half-human-half-werewolf baby in Beacon Hills, none of you will be safe. If you think I was curious, just imagine what other packs and hunters will be like…” Morrell trailed off, the weight of her words hanging over everyone as her serious glance shifted from person to person.

A muffled groan from y/n broke through the tense silence, causing all eyes to shift towards her.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” Isaac asked, pulling her from his chest so that he could see her face. Another grimace and a shaky inhale later, y/n rested a hand on her stomach before making eye contact with her fiance.

“I think I’m in labor.” Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Isaac shot a panicked look towards Lydia, who quickly stepped up and consoled the parents-to-be. Lydia took it upon herself to call Deaton while Kira called Melissa, leaving the rest of the pack to their own devices while Isaac, y/n, Lydia, and Kira went to the hospital.

Scott stepped towards Morrell and looked down to the floor when he felt resistance.

“Mountain ash. Really?” Scott was far from sadistic, but he got a good chuckle out of the defense that could only hold about half of the pack back. Mason bent down and broke the barrier, allowing the other members of the pack to surround the emissary. Malia was the first to speak up after Scott whilst she sized Morrell up from the side.

“Do I want to know where you got those handcuffs?” Malia asked curiously, not at all deterred by the blushes and smirks that began to grace her friends’ faces.

“No,” Corey and Mason answered simultaneously.

a/n: whoomp there it is :) full disclosure, after writing part 11 i had NO IDEA what i was going to do in part 12. i've had the final part planned for months now but this chapter?? a total mental road block. i'm super happy with how it turned out though!! lmk ur thoughts <3 part 13 will be out soon! (unlike the last time that i said the next part would be out soon, and then almost 6 months went by)

#isaacy lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf reader insert #isaac lahey x y/n #tw: pregnancy #cw: pregnancy #tw: violence

[t-marveland]

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 | isaac lahey

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings : aucun

Mots : 72

Masterlist

Isaac te mettait au second plan de sa vie depuis qu'il était devenu un loup-garou. Ce soir-là, tu en eu marre et décida de rompre avec lui.

❝━ C'est fini. Lui dis-tu.❞

Après cette annonce, tu partis sans attendre de réponse. Isaac te regarda tristement, ne savant plus où se mettre. Toutes ses émotions se bousculaient et Derek mit la main sur son épaule pour rassurer son bêta.

#teen wolf #x reader #reader insert #gif imagine #isaac lahey #derek hale

[hotchfiles]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❝ [GLASS TIES] ❞

request by lovely anon who loves isaac and pain. pairing: isaac lahey x reader. summary: isaac and you share the perfect summer fling. those ties don't last when summer ends. content warnings: mentions of sex and death. there's like a huge teen wolf spoiler but i mean the show is over for years now. word count: 1,4k+

working during summer wasn't your ideal way to enjoy the warm days and freedom from school work, unfortunately the city library needed help and you needed all the extra crap possible to make your resume look nice, full and interesting for colleges, so you'd spend three afternoons a week helping nerdy teens and old ladies find the books they wanted, register it as they borrowed it and more recently, read to a group of children once a week.

it wasn't the worst job, it could be quite fun... but it was mostly just silence, quietness and a bit of boredom, you enjoyed having access to that many books, but even you got tired of reading after a while, so when the most beautiful guy you've ever seen waited for you to notice him, you were busy laughing at your phone like an idiot.

and he could've faked a cough or anything of the sort to call you out, but instead he decided to simply lean down and insert his head in between your face and your phone, looking directly at you as he did so and making you screech from the scare. "oh my god, what're you doing?"

"getting your lazy ass back to work, apparently." he's nonchalant, his smirk makes him annoyingly handsome, and you'd remember those eyes and those curls anywhere.

isaac lahey, a year older than you, blue eyes, golden curly locks, greek god possibly. you blinked quickly and shook your head, so nervous you couldn't even think of a comeback to his sneaky comment. "so-sorry, do you need help?"

"need a book."

"good, we have some of those here, yes." you found your breach to tease him and you took it without even thinking, trying not to panic as the words left your mouth. isaac enjoyed it though, laughing and nodding along.

"sure, yeah, sorry. werewolves, uh, the less... fictional the better." you're about the laugh it off, yeah right. but he was completely serious, if only a bit concerned about having to ask for those.

you nodded and thought for a minute, putting up key words on the system to see if you could find anything. "we have some really old ones in our more special section, but they can't leave the building. also i wouldn't call them non fictional... i mean, werewolves right?" you shrug, chuckling lightly and he's oh, extremely amused, genuine laughing and you're not sure why. "but uh... they're quite old and kinda damaged, so we don't really know what the purpose of it was."

you take him to the back of the library and shows him the two books you mentioned, they are big, old and dusty and isaac has the time of his laughing laughing at how much you were sneezing back there. "glad you're having fun, but lower your voice, funny boy." you whisper shaking your head disapprovingly, but your smile was too difficult to hide.

you go back to the reception after telling him the library rules again, thinking that would probably be it; but it wasn't.

he took the books to where you were working, taking the closest table to you. he would spend minutes on end just reading, looking beautifully focused, but then he would glance at you and catch you staring at him, isaac would then smile, tell you to go back to work as you told him to keep his voice down.

it was the most fun you had since the summer started.

isaac went back to the library every day after that, shamelessly leaving if you weren't working until he memorized the days you would be there. he truly wasn't much of a library guy, but he enjoyed spending time with you there. it was quiet, much quieter than his mind and his life, but still, it wasn't boring, at least not for him.

after the first week the books didn't matter, not giving him much more information for what he was going through, making you blush though, that mattered a lot and he noticed he was quite good at it.

he was getting used to having girls looking at him more, but something in you stood out. he figured out soon it was simply the fact you've been secretly glancing at him even before he changed. turned.

you would make comments as he walked you home after your shift ended, and he knew you didn't even notice how endearing it was or how much of a tell it was, so not a bike guy anymore? or you gained some weight, right? like, not in a bad way, not that gaining weight is bad, you're just... stronger now.

isaac felt connected to you somehow because of that, you had no idea of what he was, or how bad his life was before, but still, you liked him even then, even when he was broken and you didn't even know him. knowing someone paid some attention to him back then gives him conflicted feelings, but most of them are good. warm. tender.

you make him feel soft. and normal. and wanted. and he knows he could've made his move on you much sooner, but oh, he enjoyed the pining, the blushing, the way you bit your lower lip and tucked your hair behind your ear whenever he complimented you. he enjoyed the teasing too much.

after he kissed your lips for the first time though, he figured out what he enjoyed more than the teasing.

you.

being a werewolf in a freak city meant he didn't always have the amount of time he wished he had to spend with you. but that summer, all the time he had at his dispose was spent with you. calling you, texting you, working with you.

he would take you to late night movies, bowling and ice cream, so terribly charming even when he awkwardly ended up meeting your mom after sneaking in and cuddling with you all night, she adored him. gave him a pass to sleep over as long as he didn't sneak in and the door to your room was always open.

you both followed the rules strictly, but your mom wasn't a light sleeper, so what started with you guiding his hand down your pants ended up with him taking your virginity. slowly, quietly, tenderly. he locked eyes with you and didn't glance away for one second that night. told you words that were probably too soon to be said.

the three words left your lips like a secret, matching his.

things changed when summer ended, school coming at you in full speed.

and maybe it was your fault, with all ap classes, extracurricular, volunteer works you put yourself through, or maybe it was the naivety of not asking what you two were, of not labeling what you both shared before the outside world came into play.

or maybe it was isaac's fault, and the way his outspoken personality sometimes served as a shield to his secretive actions. whatever it really was, you would barely see each other at school, each with your own little friend group, different classes, you were lucky to catch him in the hallways, where he would smile at you and touch your hand lightly as if you two were a secret.

were you? not exactly, but isaac wanted to keep you away from the mess, away from the killing, the blood, the fear. he didn't want to taint what you both had, so the more you didn't have time, the more he got away from you, slipped from your fingers.

and before you could even fight it, try anything to keep him, there was allison.

laughing with him, touching his arms, knowing things about him you would never dream about, you could see it, even from afar, the eyes of two people who connected.

confidants.

it broke you. but you couldn't do anything about it, you felt like it was your fault, as if your oh so busy academic life pushed him away. you let him go, no more texts, no more looking for a glance and a soft touch pass the hallways.

for weeks it was almost like it never happened, like your life was ever the same, like it didn't change past summer. of course you would go through the texts you shared from time to time, shed a few tears and pretend to get over it. and it worked.

until he was at your door sobbing. bloody. completely lost.

allison was dead. and nothing would ever be the same again.

#isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey scenario #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf scenario #isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac x y/n #reqs! #i kinda hate it but #IT IS WHAT IT IS

[mayfieldss]

Fake - Isaac Lahey | Part nine

series masterlist

Warnings: language

AN: I'm crying this is the final part, thanks to everyone for sticking with the story, ily all. (New Isaac series coming soon idk...)

Y/N,

I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm an idiot for not seeing it sooner, how you felt about me. And how I feel about you. I don't know how you can love me, I'm annoying. I fidget with everything, and I have a habit of saying too much or in this case, not enough.

I should have told you how I felt sooner, but deep down, I don't think I believed that I deserved to love you. But I do, love you I mean. I'm sorry, that I fucked this up, ruined us. But I'm not sorry that I loved you till I couldn't breathe.

I hate that I can't sit still for more than a minute, it bothers me that I'm so mean sometimes, and I hate that I can't see what's right in front of me. I hate all of my habits, Y/N, but I happen to love you.

I'm sorry,

Isaac.

_

Isaac didn't know what he was doing. The sky was grey outside as if reflecting his mood to the rest of the world, and his feet carried him back and forth across the carpet of his room. He refused to read back what he wrote on the paper. If he did, it would ruin the compulsiveness of it all. He would hate every word. It would end in piles of paper on the floor, all in little crushed balls, the words they held never good enough. Isaac's first attempt would be the one he would give you. He felt it would be the greatest truth. After all, it was all his wild and rapid thoughts. Editing would ruin the truth in it.

There was a question that plagued Isaac's mind, however. would he hurt you more in doing this? If he gave you the letter, would you truly cast him out of your life forever? Was he clingy, annoying, and needy? He thought about tearing the paper up, ripping it into a million pieces, and never showing you. Never telling you everything on his mind. And then he came to his senses. Not communicating with you had caused this mess in the first place, and not telling you how he felt sooner had torn the both of you apart. Isaac put the letter in an envelope that took forever to find and sealed it inside. He didn't know exactly how he would get the letter to you. He didn't know if he would read it aloud or let you scan the words without him there. He just knew you had to have it.

In the end, after much deliberation, Isaac came to a decision. He had a lacrosse game tonight, a home game that Isaac doubted you would attend. He'd pushed you too far this time, and somehow, he knew you wouldn't be in the stands waiting. It wasn't like the last time you'd planned not to come and then showed up anyway. You weren't coming to this game, no matter how many prayers Isaac sent to the sky above. So, Isaac decided the only chance he had was to slip the letter into your locker. That way, he gave you the choice. You could read it and discover the depth of Isaac's affections, or you could dispose of it and continue on your quest to never speak to Isaac again. Isaac hoped you would give him the chance. If you did, maybe you would find it in yourself to forgive him. Maybe, even love him again.

-

The letter fell at your feet as people milled around you, heading toward the exits of the school. The day was over, and the rush of people racing to get home, perhaps to prepare for the lacrosse game to come that night, was overwhelming. You watched helplessly as it was trampled over by one, two, three, people, before finally you could reach down and take it in your hands. The paper was crinkled, and there was the light sketch of a muddy shoeprint now across the envelope. Even so, the letter was clearly addressed to you. Your name is messy letters across the back of the envelope. In Isaac's handwriting.

You thought over throwing it away, tossing it back down to the floor where it could be trampled over repeatedly, just as your heart had been whilst you loved Isaac. Your thumb ran across your name on the paper, and even though you were trying your best to leave Isaac behind, this was too intriguing to ignore. Isaac was never good with words unless they came in the form of sarcasm or smart comments. Slowly, you opened the envelope, the edges of it tearing as you tried to remove the content from within. You pulled out the piece of paper from inside and unfolded it carefully as if it were a bomb that could go off any minute. And then, you stood staring.

But once, he'd loved Allison, too. And there was always the chance that he still felt for her as he felt for you now. Second best was something you'd grown used to in Isaac's life, but if this was a time when you got to come first, you weren't going to share the podium. Slowly, you folded the letter and let it slide into the pocket in the back of your jeans. You needed time to think, and though every part of you was reeling, you held composure and made your way to the exit.

Isaac's handwriting, the messy scrawl of his heartfelt thoughts, and the things he felt toward you were laced on the paper. You could hear his voice in your mind as your eyes danced across the words, you could hear him laughing, singing, and shouting as you lent against your locker. Isaac loved you; it was here like a promise on paper, written in bleeding ink that stained the pages of your mind. He loved you. He loved you.

When you arrived home, the temperature dropped significantly. The sun was low, and the heat of it had dispersed from the air, leaving you to feel cold and alone as you made your way inside. Your room was as messy as your mind, and for some reason, you were overcome with the urge to clean it as you thought over the very compelling words Isaac had delivered you.

You could list a million reasons why you should leave Isaac behind, the top on said list being that you'd cried yourself dry over said boy more than once. But then again, that was love. Screaming, crying, and laughing until you were deemed insane, driven mad by affection, and passion. And you were still undeniably in love with the boy. That feeling couldn't simply fade.

By the time your clothes were folded, all your things in their collective places and your bed made, you had in turn made up your mind.

So, with a clean room and a racing heartbeat, you put on your coat and stepped into the cold.

-

The sun had set by the time Isaac and the rest of the lacrosse team ran onto the field, and as always, they were met by the cheers of their peers, parents, and friends. All but you, of course. Isaac listened hard but came up with nothing. He couldn't hear any trace of you in the stands, under the bleachers or anywhere in his vicinity. You hadn't shown, just as Isaac expected. He didn't deserve your praise and cheers after all. He wasn't your hero anymore, and perhaps he never was.

Scott gives Isaac a look from across the field. The boy knows he's distracted, he can probably sense the depression rolling off of Isaac in waves, and in true Scott fashion, he's concerned. Most likely, Scott and Stiles have already pieced together the puzzle that is Isaac's, broken heart. Maybe they voted on giving Isaac an intervention, a holiday away, or even grief counseling. He wouldn't be surprised, to say the least.

What is the cure for a broken heart? Food? Friends? A good cry? More so, what is the cure for a heart broken by Y/N L/N? Isaac doesn't believe there is one. No pain could be worse, and no band-aid could hold him together long enough for him to get over you. Not completely.

All Isaac can think of to do, is absolutely obliterate his opponents. Perhaps if he sees the opposing team members writhing on the ground, he'll feel better. So, that's what Isaac does. He bashes into one player after another, the loud whacks of each body colliding with his sending 'oohs' and 'ahh's' through the crowd. It's brutal and most definitely against the rules to some extent, but Coach Finstock doesn't take him off the field, because they're winning. Isaac is winning. The coach of the opposing team doesn't make a move either, almost as though he is too afraid of Isaac's wrath to argue. Good. Isaac needs this. It's most certainly a character flaw on his part, but he's heartbroken and in honesty could not care less. Perhaps he cared so much for you that he ran out of compassion for the rest of the world.

So, Isaac goes in for another attack, the other player heading down the field in the opposite direction from his team's goal, consumed by the fear of the werewolf, chasing him. Not that he knows Isaac's true capabilities, though the terrified expression on the boy's face could convince even Isaac that he does.

The crowd is shouting profusely, knowing what is about to befall the player Isaac is pursuing, but no one runs to stop the assault. It's a game after all, and if the coaches and referee deem it fairly played, so be it. Isaac is almost on top of the boy when he stops. It's as if something possesses him, freezing him in his tracks. He stumbles as he does so, the force at which he stopped his pace swaying him forward, but he's still on his feet and so is the other player.

Isaac hears something, a familiar beat rounding the corner. It's fast paced, nervous, and as Isaac turns to face the sound, he sees who the particular heartbeat belongs to.

You stand there fiddling with your hands, eyes scanning the field until they meet with his. There's a silent communication in that moment, and Isaac knows you've read the letter. You've seen into the mess that is his mind, and it terrifies him. He watches as you move forward, his heart beating out of his chest, first a walk, and then faster, all whilst Isaac is frozen to the spot both of awe and fear. The game around him comes to a pause as you make your way onto the field, stepping in front of players’ mid game. Isaac can hear those in the crowd muttering in confusion and frustration, he wants them all to shut up so he can focus on you. He just wants to focus on you.

It takes a while for you to reach him, the field is huge and it's hard to cover ground, even at the pace you’re going, but there is a part of Isaac that thinks he is seeing everything in slow motion. Like his anxiety is playing tricks on his mind.

It's not long before you're standing within arm’s reach of him, waiting for a reaction. Isaac's eyes scan over you, taking in the moment so that perhaps he can find it in himself to breathe again. You're staring him down, and he can sense fear in the beat of your heart, as if you think Isaac might not want to see you. In your hand is the letter, firmly grasped as if you are incapable of letting it go. Perhaps you came to give it back to him.

"Hi."

It's a relief for Isaac to hear your voice, even more so the fact that you are speaking to him. He never thought that would happen again.

"Hi." Isaac is sweating, nerves boiling over as he parrots your greeting. All he can do is watch as you glance down to the letter, and he's sure you're about to give it back when you look up at him once more.

"I'm not Allison."

Those three words burn like a hot poker, and Isaac despises the fact that he made you think you had to be someone you're not for him to care. He cares more than he thinks you will ever know.

"I don't want you to be." The words come easy, sliding from his lips with a thousand emotions, a potion of truth.

"You promise?"

"I promise."

And somehow, that's enough. The field is quiet, so is the crowd, and Isaac knows you're trying to ignore their stares, but that doesn't stop you from kissing him. It reminds him of the first time, standing in the hallway with everyone watching, the first time he truly let himself feel everything for you. His mind goes back to the day on this very same field, where it was just you and him under the floodlights with no one else to see. But most of all Isaac is focused on now. It's the first time his lips have met yours in a moment unplanned, an impulse that proves just how powerfully his heart beats for you. He doesn't waste a second in kissing you back, relishing in the feel of your arms around his neck, and just how close you are to him after being apart.

You break away only when you hear Stiles shouting, his voice recognisable anywhere. He's yelling out comedic lines straight out of a movie, teasing the both of you with 'get a rooms' and 'break it up lovebirds' but he's clapping for you through it all like a child.

Isaac ignores him, bringing a hand up to tilt your face back his way. He wants you smiling at him, not a Stilinski.

"So, we're really doing this?" Isaac can't help the way the words come out in a whisper, but he's so close you to he knows that you hear them. You're looking up at him, and he can feel your heart racing, he knows his is doing just the same.

"For real this time?"

Isaac smiles, hand on your cheek "For real this time."

-

AN: screaming, crying, throwing up rn omg.

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[justauthoring]

Commissions Are OFFICIALLY Open

Hello, my name is Olivia and I’ve been on Tumblr for over five years. I have always written completely free content on here as it’s always been a hobby of mine that I’ve adored and loved doing as a way to keep my mind off of things.

However, now 21, I would love to be able to turn this hobby into something I can put more focus and attention to. I am currently trying to save up for University which I will be attending in this Fall and it would mean the absolute world to me if you all could help me out.

There will be three slots open for now and I will keep this post and my pinned post updated with however many or if any slots are open.

THREE SLOTS LEFT

It will be $10.00 per 1K words.

If you’d like to see examples of my works, you can find all my main masterlist HERE and my older pieces HERE.

You Can Request:

500 words ($5.00)

1,000 words ($10.00)

2,000 words ($20.00)

3,000 words ($30.00)

4,000 words ($40.00)

5,000 words ($50.00)

6,000 words ($60.00)

(Possible discussion of more is available)

I Will Write:

OC x Character

Character x Character

Self-Insert x Character

Fandoms I Will Write For Are:

Attack On Titan

My Hero Academia

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Chainsaw Man

Naruto

Fairy Tail

Tokyo Revengers

Blue Lock

Haikyuu

Final Fantasy 7 Remake

Non-Anime:

Teen Wolf (Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey)

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington)

Cobra Kai (Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz, Miguel Diaz, Robby Keene)

What I will Write For:

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Death, Angst, etc.

Specific Pronouns

SFW, NSFW, Smut, etc.

Dark Content (within reason)

What I Won’t Write For:

Illegal Ships (underage/adult, incest, ect.)

Certain Kinks (just ask)

All commission inquiries will be made through my email. Do not message me through Tumblr, I will not respond. Any questions and if you’d like to request, please reach me at [email protected].

Half of the payment must be made first. Once received, then I will get started on a rough draft. When that’s done, I will send it to you to show proof of work, to make sure everything’s going the way you want and then you will send the rest of the payment. The piece will not be finished until the rest of the payment is received.

All payments will be made through PayPal (CAD$) or online banking E-Transfer (information will be provided upon request of commission).

When sending in a commission, you must answer these questions:

How many words do you want?

Is it SFW or NSFW?

Is it character x character or character x OC (reader)?

Any kinks, tropes, or specifics?

Fluff or Angst?

What fandom do you want?

What character or characters do you want?

(If you want a OC or self-insert) Description of OC or reader.

Once all of this is sent, I will reply with a estimate for price, what the first half payment will be and how long I expect it will take me. I will also send updates if you want along the way on how your piece is going, if it’ll take longer or less time then I estimated, ect.

Please understand that I am currently still working so there might be a bit of a wait for your piece. 

I also have the right to request or deny any request that I am not comfortable writing.

I can’t wait to see what you all send in :)

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[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Who I've Written/Will Write For

Original Female Characters (Usually related to a Character) I don't usually write reader-insert stories but I did have one for David Tennant characters and I did the whole series of Takin' Over the Asylum plus some original stories added afterwards. I was also working on Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader stories. I don't write stories about the actual actors, it just makes me uncomfortable, I mean how would you feel of people writing you where you do whatever they want. It just makes me uncomfortable.

The Tenth Doctor

Campbell Bain (Takin' Over the Asylum; Young David Tennant) (Reader insert story)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Raymond Wadsworth (Gothic Suburban)

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

Lesley Juniment-Smith (I need to find a version of the movie where I can have the subtitles.)

Steve Harrington

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Fred Weasley (Might not post; This story got me banned from Wattpad.)

#Steve Harrington #Tenth Doctor #David Tennant Characters #Campbell Bain #Takin' Over the Asylum #Chip Taylor #Raymond Wadsworth #Lesley Juniment-Smith #Spencer Reid #Isaac Lahey #Teen Wolf #Fred Weasley #Ninth Doctor

[that-bi-bitch-writes]

Spill

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Male Reader

Word Count: 950+

Warnings:Mentions of knotting, graphic sex (as best as I could), creampie, fingering, blowjobs

Requested by; briefly discussed between me and @inhumanshadows

Storyline: Stiles has a question. Isaac answers

A/N: Okay so this is really weird. I tried to play with time and point of view and step outside of my box. I don’t really think this will receive a lot of attention but I wanted to do it anyway. Let me know if you like it!

“Is that like a thing?”

“What?”

“You know”

“...”

“I’m not saying it out loud. I know you know what I’m referring to”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about Stiles”

“Isaac I don’t need to be a werewolf to know you’re lying to me”

“You’ll have to be specific Stiles, otherwise we’re just playing a guessing game”

“When you and [Name].. Y’know. Is there any unusual– swelling?”

“You’re asking me if I have a knot. Like a dog?” Isaac said unamused

“Yea– No not like a dog like a wolf human creature thing. Scott won’t answer me and I’d feel awkward calling up Kira in the desert to ask. Also she didn’t pick up”

“Why not ask Malia”

“Yes because I’m totally gonna ask my ex about her new bf’s dick”

“But you feel comfortable asking me?”

“Somewhat”

“And you think I’m going to answer you Stiles?”

“Pretty Please”

“Well..” Isaac started as he looked off into the distance

“... Are you doing some sort of flashback montage? I can’t tell what’s going on”

“I mean I could always try and stick my claws in the back of your neck and help you relieve the night yourself”

“I thought only alphas could do that.”

“Peter did it”

“Former alpha”

“Wanna give it a go?”

“Shutting up now.”

“There was this once, [Name] and I were fooling around. I started kissing on his neck and he moaned before pushing my head lower. I kissed down his chest and brushed my lips over each nipple. I’m very talented with my mouth.  He started pleading my name and I got so hard”

“You’re telling me, that [Name] is actually able to stomach moaning the name Isaac?” Stiles teased

Isaac shot him a glare before smirking “I know it might be hard for you to believe since you’re used to hearing ‘Stiles’ in exasperation and no one can pronounce your monstrosity of a first name. But I am very used to hearing–

“Isaac” [Name] moaned out “Stop teasing”

“You’ll have to tell me what you want. I’m not a mind reader”

“Lower” [Name] growled out “Go lower”

“Like here?” Isaac asked as he kissed down towards [Name]’s belly button, teasing it with nis nose. He traced around [Name]’s bellybutton tickling him before granting the request. “You smell good. Especially right… here” Isaac drawled as he nosed his way down [Name]’s happy trail kissing his pubic bone

“Isaac.”

“Hmm”

“More.”

“Your wish, is my command”

Isaac backed away from [Name] giving himself time to catch his breath. He’d always gotten off more serving his boyfriend. He didn’t even really need sex. Jerking himself off while eating [Name] out was enough for him, but he could tell [Name] wanted more.

“Strawberry flavored. Fancy”

“You like it when I lick your dick clean and I don’t like the taste of water based lube. Two birds, one stone.”

“Fair enough. But this time I’m going to be doing the sucking”

“Hmm” [Name] barely groaned out before he choked on a gasp. Isaac had begun teasing the head of [name]’s cock. Licking circles around it and hollowing out his cheeks before pulling back and exposing it to the cold air. Isaac noticed all [Name]’s muscles relax completely when he began swallowing more and more of his boyfriends’ cock. The blond took that as his cue to slip a lubed finger into [Name] slowly stretching him out.

When Isaac got his knuckle past the rim and [Name] relaxed a little more, Isaac slipped the second finger in, curling and finding [Name]’s prostate. [Name] thrusted up into Isaac’s mouth, and the werewolf made a sound that was half choke and half hum, sending vibrations down the cock in his mouth.

“Isaac please”

“But you taste so good” Isaac said around [Name]

“Isaac”

“Your wish is my command.”

Isaac pulled back and sat up straight, looking down at the reclined [Name] as he lubed his hand and stroked himself. [Name] looked away and tried to recompose himself but Isaac used his clean hand to grab [Name]’s chin and look him in his eyes. Isaac gave a couple more strokes before leaning over his boyfriend, kissing him as he slipped past the rim.

[Name] moaned into the kiss as Isaac began thrusting. They parted and Isaac curled his hips upward, searching for the spot he was abusing earlier. [Name] was so hard that his prostate should’ve swelled a little and the slightest pressure would cause him to shiver. Isaac alternated between shallow but slow strokes to scope out the prostate, and fast strokes that reached deeper. Isaac accidentally found the spot he was looking for when he leaned in for another kiss, and used that to his advantage, knowing [Name] was more relaxed and therefore more sensitive when being kissed. The two of them chased their orgasm finding release while kissing sloppily. Isaac’s moans echoed louder than [Name]’s as he swelled and pulsed. The two were surprised when Isaac continued to cum well after the euphoria of his orgasm had begun to fade.

“Pull out” [Name] screamed out in surprise

“I can’t”

“Why not”

Isaac looked down

“Is it stuck?”

‘No– I'm still cumming, I don't want it to spill.”

“You would rather spill it me instead”

Isaac smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

    “Okay! Okay! I get it. Don’t ask questions you don’t really want to know the answer to” Stiles said exasperated “I didn’t need to know that much about your sex life. I’m just gonna.. go”

“So Scott… why didn’t you tell me you had a knot?”

“What? Stiles who told you that”

“Isaac”

“You know he loves fucking with you and you believed that”

“Well, he had a whole story about the first time he knotted.”

“Stiles.” Scott said through laughter “Isaac is a bottom”

“Oh fuck me”

#isaac lahey x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #Smut

[graktung]

Theo: dammit there’s no lights in here-

Liam & y/n: don’t worry, we got this…

*stomps sketchers so they light up*

Theo:

#teen wolf liam #incorrect teen wolf #incorrect quotes teen wolf #teen wolf #tw #tw incorrect quotes #incorrect tw quotes #teen wolf incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #liam dunbar #theo raeken #reader insert #y/n #teen wolf x reader #incorrect quotes #xyzbca #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #allison argent #isaac lahey #derek hale #malia hale #lydia martin #graktung: incorrect quotes #graktung

[fandomnsfw]

I hate you I love you - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Requested by Anon

Warning: Smut (hate sex)

Thank you to my wonderful Beta who edited this despite the stressful day she’s had! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You let out a growl, your growing apple green eyes flashing at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles rolls his eyes out the corner of your eye but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from ripping Isaac jugular out.  

He had one of his annoying scarves on along with a light grey cardigan, light denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. While you wore the exact opposite of. You had a black blouse with a blood red leather skirt, a small Prada bag, gold hoop style earrings, a matching choker and a pair of black suede heels.  

Your lips were painted blood red, your eyes dusted with golds and browns with a thick wing and your hair was bouncy and curly courtesy of Derek though he would deny curling your hair until his dying breath.  

“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the ‘u’ shaped sofa in the newly built Hale house.  

“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.  

“Shutting up- Definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.  

“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully.  

“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up to the nines looking like somebody’s god damn Mistress. It’s off-putting in the most sickening and vomit inducing way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth you were across the room.  

You felt the change take over your body as you tackled him to the floor, baring your fangs at him angrily. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him only to stand up and stride towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.  

“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.  

“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac.  

“Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.  

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights, however, today was a first. You and Isaac never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.  

Derek threw you into the room before Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with slightly more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks. You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac your eyes flash green once again.  

“This is YOUR fault!” You snarled your tone filled with more wrathful than before.  

“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.  

“ME!? THIS STARTED BECAUSE YOU BASICALLY SAID I DRESS LIKE A HOMEWRECKING SLUT!” You screamed, your fangs extending as you approached him.  

“I said Mistress. I never said slut!” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.  

Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.  

You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.  

“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, sweetie.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.  

“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.  

“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they return to Y/E/C.  

Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.  

But if that wasn’t enough of a shock. Then you kissing back, with just as much hostility, was. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up.  

There was a secret that you hid from everyone in your pack. A truth you could barely fathom at the best of times. And that is the love you feel for this man with his hand round your throat. Saying it like that you knew it sounded insane but right now you were in the middle of a quarrel. And for as much and for as long as you’ve argued with this man, he had been the object of affections for way longer.  

It had started in junior year right after the Nogitsune, though you didn’t know that at the time. You had just come to Beacon Hills along with your Aunt Sophia and her newest husband Enrique for the summer. She had recently gotten a large sum of money from her most recent divorce which meant apparently getting a magnificent cabin in the woods near the lake coursing through the little town.  

You had asked why you couldn’t get one in a larger town or maybe even a cabin in the middle of nowhere but you Aunt’s response was always the same. ‘I used to come here as a child with your mother.’ She rather talked about your mother so you just nod your head and went along with it.  

It was a few days into your stay when you’d gone out to the lake to relax. You had a book to read and a blanket to lay on. However, before you’d realised it the sun had begun to set. You let out a huff as you stood up taking out your phone to light up the path. But before you could get any further you heard a howl.  

In the five seconds it took for you to realise there should be no wolves in California there was a heavy body covering you’re and a set of animalistic teeth sunk into your side. You wanted to let out a scream but it felt like any sound died as you finally looked at the thing with its teeth in your side. You’d watched enough movies and played enough 'Witcher' for you to know this wasn’t a wolf…it was a werewolf.  

That night a rogue Alpha bit you less than a minute later Scott and his pack were sitting you down and apologising like it was their fault. He explained what would happen and you took in everything as well as you could.  

When you thought your life couldn’t get any worse the first time you transformed you took the shape of a were-jaguar and months later…You met Kate and suddenly you felt sick to the stomach. You had never hated your were-jaguar but after that day, you did.  

But this boy who is pulling back from the kiss panting? He said something to you after you began to hate your true form, which not only shocked you but shook you to your core.  

*  

His eyes were hooded as he clutched his side in pain. The berserker had managed to slice open his stomach as he jumped in front of you when you’d fell to the floor in shock. The shock that you were anything like Kate Argent.  

You’d never met her but that didn’t mean you didn’t know her. This cruel, vindictive, sociopathic woman who murder innocent people and took advantage of a broken-hearted child who had just lost his first love. You were like her.  

Isaac grabbed you face when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His eyes stared into your, panic and concern evident in them that you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care about…because you were like Kate Argent.  

“Listen to me!” Isaac roared causing you to snap out of your daze.  

“YOU are nothing like HER.” Isaac added softly.  

“H-Her eyes are l-like m-mine…” You muttered brokenly, tears welling in your eyes.  

“No! Her eyes are slimy bugger green! Yours are the most beautiful apple green I will ever have the pleasure of seeing!” Isaac argued with a laugh.  

*  

So as much as his words didn’t seem like they should have caused any other emotion apart from humour it had changed your opinion of yourself quite drastically.  

His hand flexed around your throat again causing you to snap out of your memory. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop. Instead of giving him an honest answer you let your usual lie slip out once again.  

“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.  

He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. But right now the man you love is kissing you and even though you know it’s hate he feels you couldn’t bring yourself to care because having his hand and lips on your is much more satisfying than you ever thought it would or could be.  

“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips.  

As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly, his claws scratching again your red leather pencil skirt this had risen up to your mid-thighs just enough so you could straddle Isaac but not enough for it to be comfortable.  

“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear.  

“You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck into my tight lit-”  

Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out and growl as he began biting your neck harshly.  

“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your blouse. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.  

Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before flipping you over and unzipping your skirt. After he unzipped it he flipped you back over before pulling it off your body.  

“Why not just rip the skirt?” You snorted, rolling your eyes to add effect.  

“Because you spent three months trying to find the perfect red leather skirt and I’m not that cruel.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he ripped away your shoes and underwear, leaving you completely naked except for your jewellery.  

You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless.  

He knelt up before awkwardly shedding his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self. His abs weren’t as defined as some of the other members of the pack but that didn’t bother you because in your eyes he was perfect despite the fact you would likely never tell him that.  

You flicked your claws back out before raking them down his chest enough to leave red marks but not enough to draw blood. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.  

Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.  

After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. You knew you were close and at any other time you’d welcome this however as much as you wouldn’t say it, you wanted to cum with him.  

“Are you go-going to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me!?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.  

He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.  

The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know how to have a g-spot orgasm, however, none of your partners knew how to find it if they even knew it existed.  

“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response.  

He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.  

He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.  

You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.  

The feelings of his bare cock inside was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.  

He began thrusting into with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you, abusing the special spot as he did.  

The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him finding out your true feelings. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.  

“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.  

He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.  

“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into your with firm slow thrusts.  

His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.  

“Isaac…’M gonna…” You whined before letting out a loud keening sound.  

“I know baby…Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.  

His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was one of the most powerful you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.  

“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.  

Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.  

Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.  

“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.  

You didn’t need to ask. You knew what he meant but right now saying it wouldn’t feel right so he kept it to himself but you heard it loud and clear. The truth.  

‘I love you’

“I don’t hate you either.” You responded with a blush.

‘I love you too’

He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment. And honestly…You could bring yourself to disagree with that unsaid statement.  

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