#isaac/reader

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[hs-is-loml]

FORGET ABOUT SMUT. PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.

[eyelessfaces]

grey haired oscar. reblog if you agree

[lilaccmilk]

“i can fix him”

“i can make him worse”

good for you. i, however, can will fuck him so hard that he literally forgets he was ever fucked up.

[fandomimaginez]

I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.

[buckyssugarchick]

“The Moon Haunts You.”

Khonshu baby, the only thing that haunts me is this video. 😭😭😭

[bowie-frommars]

THIS IS WHAT HE'S DOING WHEN HE ISN'T HARASSING OUR BOYS??!

[flightlessangelwings]

Being inclusive with your reader insert fic is a kindness. It tells people of color (poc) that you are considering someone who does not look like you in your fic. It shows love and dedication to our craft. It tells poc that they belong here too and they can see themselves in your story.

Poc aren’t look for activism in fic, we know fandom isn’t that serious, but we should be able to have that same level of escapism when we turn to fic and fandom. We belong here too. This space is for everyone, not just one group of people.

Just to give a few examples of how simple it can be: say “skin warmed” instead of blushed, say “cradled your head” instead of running fingers through hair, say “angles yourself to kiss” instead of standing on tiptoes, use italics to indicate Spanish to take out a throwaway line of “you didn’t understand Spanish” things like that. Small changes that do not impact the fic at all but make a world of difference in inclusivity!

And for anything you can’t/don’t want to change, simply add warning in the beginning. Things like hair descriptors, anything reader might wear, some backstory for reader (especially involving family or where the story is set), readers job, things like that. A lot of times just having that heads up before the fic makes a world of difference!

And one example of kindness we as writers always worked to change: until recently (just a couple years ago) it wasn’t common to label the gender of the reader. But those who aren’t female asked writers to label it so they know which to read and which to avoid, and now it’s common to label the gender/pronouns of the reader. So it is possible! It just takes effort! And I’m a writer myself so I know it can be done!

We can pretend to be a bartender or a bounty hunter or an actress or anything else. But we shouldn’t have to imagine we’re a white one.

[dulusionalapocaliose]

I desperately need crazy unhinged bossgirl woman and their pathetic man representation. And by that I mean intelligent, ambitious, unhinged, disgustingly educated but hyperfeminine, that knows how to fight magnifically and are mad science smart queens that would do what is needed to get what they want and need, and their husband/boyfriend supporting and following them around like lovesick puppies.

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[bethsvrse]

“Their eyes locked from across the room”

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Assigned to You

🐺Pairing(s)🐺🠞Isaac Lahey x shy!male reader ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, top Isaac, bottom male reader, Isaac is an ass lover, ass eating, size kink, breeding, Isaac is bigger than you (6 '2 to 5' 6 or something), anal-sex, Isaac has a big cock, both of you are 18, Isaac cums quickly, and needy reader. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 Explicit and fluff 🐺Requested🐺🠞 Yes

🖊️Word Count🖊️🠞 4.1k

🐺Summary🐺🠞You and Isaac were pinning after each other for a long time, but you were too nervous and shy to say anything. That changed when your English teacher assigned you to be partners in a project. Feelings were confessed, and both of your closeted desires sprouted into reality. 

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

Note: I haven’t watched Teen Wolf, so there might be some mischaracterization. I’m mainly using Google and other sources to get a better understanding. This happens after Isaac turns into a werewolf. 

��Today, there will be a group project! Before you get excited, you will have assigned partners…”

The moment Ms. Ramsey mentioned “group project,” you internally groaned and felt your heart sink. You weren’t keen on working with a random classmate, you barely knew their names apart from a few notable ones. Group projects are the worst, you would much rather work alone than with someone else. 

You were very much a loner and a shy person, staying in the background and among the shadows of hundreds of other students. High school was overwhelming enough, and you didn’t need to add the pressure of speaking to other students to the mix. It's not like you’re gonna have contact with them after graduation is over, they’ll fade away into the obscurity of life. 

Although there was someone you liked (or loved), Isaac Lahey, you shared the majority of your classes with him, so you naturally saw him everywhere. Your eyes would follow him, filled with love and desire for him. He was your hallway boyfriend, seeking him out in the hallways and giving subtle glances when he walked by. To anybody, it was creepy and obsessive, and they’d be right.

You don’t know what pulled you towards him. Maybe it was your similarities: quiet nature, shy, and lonely. Although you did notice him becoming more confident and dominant, he still had compassion and kindness. It only made you like him more. 

Or maybe your attraction was to his physical appearance; he was tall, standing at 6’2 (187 cm), with a lean, muscular stature after being on the lacrosse team for a year. You found that out by sneaking some glances whenever he would lift his shirt. Oh, how you love his dark, blonde hair; you want to run your fingers through his soft hair, staring into his large blue eyes.

Though you doubt he feels the same way, he’s definitely out of your league. You didn’t want to confess for fear of rejection. 

The number of students was thinning out, with only four remaining. You prayed that the teacher would pair you with a random person rather than Isaac. However, your prayers weren’t answered as the other two students were paired together. 

“And the last pair is Isaac and Y/n. You’ll have a week to complete this…”

Your heart stopped, mouth hanging open as those words went through your ears. You couldn’t believe you were assigned to Isaac! Out of all the students in the classroom, it had to be him. You didn’t mind working with anyone else because they weren’t Isaac, they weren’t the guy you were crushing on. 

You glanced at Isaac, sitting in the middle section of the class. He glanced back at you with a smile on his face; it was a genuine smile, soft and warm. His eyes looked like they were sparkling as they made contact with yours. You felt your heart beating faster, cheeks turning red as you looked away from his gaze.

“Use the rest of class to talk about what you’re gonna do.” Ms. Ramsey said, returning to her desk, turning on the monitor, and entering the different groups into the system for grading once the time comes. “Oh, and please don’t procrastinate,” was the last thing she said before returning to her work.

“Hey, Y/n! So, what do you want to do for this project?�� Isaac’s voice snapped you out of your inner thoughts, causing you to jump a little. You felt embarrassment wash over your body, getting scared by your crush, who was your partner for the next week. 

“What was the project about…?” you said, voice barely louder than a whisper. You were stuck in your world, not hearing what the teacher was saying. 

“It’s an analytical project on any piece of literature, as long as it's appropriate,” Isaac paused so he could grab a chair. “She probably thinks someone is gonna analyze a pornography book.” Isaac continued, chuckling at the thought, before placing his materials on your desk and taking a seat. 

“Anyways, wanna start? And maybe let's go to your place to continue working,” you agreed to Isaac while you were internally battling yourself. You were stressed over inviting your crush over– what if he judges your tastes, or what if he judges everything about you? 

You didn’t feel as excited as you should have.

Isaac was honest with himself, and he was ecstatic that you got to be his partner. He always noticed your discreet glances whenever he was not looking. Even before he accepted Derek’s idea of turning him into a werewolf, he had eyes for you. Everything about you attracted him, the same way you are with him. 

He also couldn’t get the courage to approach you. He thought you didn’t feel the same way; hell, he didn’t think you knew he existed. So, he admired from afar, doing the same ministrations as you, without the other knowing. 

Idiots in love. 

His attraction changed after he was transformed into a werewolf. His sense of smell became so enhanced that he could now detect the scent of different people; whether it was an unpleasant or average smell, yours was distinct. Your scent was unique, and he could smell it change whenever he was close to you. 

Your scent blended in with others, but it was still distinct to his nose. When you were in his vicinity, it would spike; he could smell your scent wafting in the air, turning sweet and delicious at times, while other times it would sour and foul. He could attribute the foul and sour smell to your nervousness about confession and fear of rejection. 

He was going to try to slowly approach you, help you feel less tense around him, and hopefully less shy. Maybe even open up and confess to him. 

xxx

Over the next few days, Isaac eased you into his presence, hoping to get you out of your shell and open up to him. 

He did this by being gentle with you, speaking softly and lightly – never teasing, never pushing with his voice. He regulated it so as not to seem obnoxious and loud. Sometimes, he would lean in slightly, pushing the boundaries while speaking to you. 

Whenever he would sense your fear and anxiety spiking, he would back off and give you space. He apologized for getting too close and intruding on your personal space. “Sorry about that. Got carried away.” Isaac says, scratching the back of his head, cheeks flustered from embarrassment. 

He made small talk, disregarding the project, with you, wanting to learn more about you. He listened intently to every word you said, sometimes getting lost in your soft, spoken voice as you talked about random topics and your interests. You kept rambling until the assignment was forgotten under a pile of conversations.

Isaac was proud that his ministrations opened you up. Maybe the time was right. 

“Oh… I’ve been rambling!” you mumbled, looking at the time; you rambled for almost two hours about [your interest]! “Sorry for wasting time, we should get back to work,” you continued, mumbling, looking into Isaac’s eyes for anything negative; there was nothing. He stared at you, his elbows resting on your desk, with one hand holding his head. His eyes were soft, shining as if he were enchanted.

“No, no, I liked your rambling. I like listening to your voice.” Isaac said without a second thought. His old self would’ve been mortified for saying something like that, but he wasn’t like that anymore. It was the truth, and he had no qualms with himself. 

You froze, mouth open, but no words were coming out; your face was flustered before breaking eye contact. “Really… why?”

Isaac laughed softly, causing your face to turn redder. “Why not? I like hearing your voice and learning everything about you! You’re more interesting and genuine than many others. Kind, thoughtful… I’ve always noticed you.” Isaac said, his remaining on your figure as he slides closer, but not too close. 

You looked into Isaac’s eyes with shock, attempting to see if the other man was pulling at your heartstrings. There were no ill intentions, no joke, or cruelty hidden behind those deep-blue eyes; his words were authentic, and he really meant them. You awkwardly laughed, trying to recollect some words to say, your mind reeling from the truth in Isaac’s words. 

“I… didn’t think you noticed,” you said, biting your lip, your heart hammering. Alarms were blaring in your head, this was actually happening, this isn’t a dream. Your breathing became heavier; it was happening fast, but you felt relieved. Like a heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders, knowing that Isaac possibly feels the same. 

“I’ve always noticed you. In fact, I thought you didn’t notice me.” Isaac said gently, sensing your heart rate getting faster, placing his hand over your smaller one. He squeezed it softly, smiling with his teeth as he felt you calming down and settling. “I like you, Y/n. A lot.” Isaac finished, waiting for your reaction and response.

You didn’t move, your brain scrambling for a response to Isaac’s confession and grasp on your hand. Your heart was beating faster, and your breathing was strained as you choked out: “Oh… I like you too! I thought you were out of my league.” You replied, your tense body relaxing and breathing returning to normal levels. 

Silence filled the atmosphere, the quiet breathing, and the humming sound of the ceiling fan as its blades rotated. Isaac broke the silence, “Can I… kiss you? Or is that too soon? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable!” Isaac rambled before you shushed him with your finger, smiling warmly at Isaac’s cuteness and words.

“Of course, I want this…”

xxx

Isaac was lying down on the bed, your body pressing against his as your hands were on both sides of his head. You could feel the other man’s hand moving and gripping your hips, grounding your smaller body against his larger one. 

Your lips are moving in sync, and you could feel your body melting into his grasp as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was wet and sloppy as you opened your mouth to Isaac’s invading tongue. Your eyes fluttered closed, enjoying Isaac being the dominant one. Your teeth clack against one another, Isaas’s tongue beating yours in dominance, and the erotic sounds of wet kissing, quiet moans, and groans slipped through 

Isaac was getting more aroused, his bulge grinding against yours, his grip tightening as he thrusts against your bulge. The bed squeaks from the dry humping, your two bodies moving in sync. Isaac’s eyes rolled back as his cock was straining in his pants, his breathing getting heavier as he needed more. Isaac broke the kiss with a light snicker, placing a light kiss on your nose before tracing his mouth down to your neck, leaving a trail of marks and saliva. 

You were breathless after the heated kiss, and your breathing transformed into soft moans. The werewolf’s lips found your neck, giving sloppy kisses and bites. You could feel Isaac’s large hands groping your ass through your clothing, kneading the flesh like how a baker would with raw dough. 

“You wanna continue, baby?” Isaac said, breathing heavily as he desperately wanted to touch your naked body, feeling it underneath his fingertips as he showed you what it means to feel and be loved by someone. 

“Yes! Please, I need you,” you replied needily, humping Isaac’s clothed bulge. Your once timid and anxious brain was clouded by need and lust. There was no shame or embarrassment left in your body as you begged Isaac to continue his ministrations. You needed his touch, you needed everything Isaac could provide, now that you have him wholly to yourself. 

This was the type of drug you could get behind and become addicted to. 

“My baby is needy? Let me fix that.” Before you could blink, Isaac had suddenly switched positions with you, flipping you onto your stomach with your ass pointed up. He made quick work of your pants and underwear, hastily removing them until your fat ass was bare before his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Isaac’s eyes glowed yellow, his werewolf side clawing its way out. He could feel himself going feral from the sight of your ass, but he didn’t want to lose control and expose his secret to you, not yet. 

He let out a bellowed growl before leaning down, his hands holding your hips in place. Isaac fondled your cheeks, hypnotized by the way your fat ass was wobbling and jiggling from his hands. “Ngh…” The pillow muffled your whine and moan as you felt Isaac’s tongue run over your bare ass. 

“Oh God!” you gasped softly, biting the pillow as you felt Isaac spreading your cheeks, your little hole revealed to his lustful eyes, glowing brighter like your hole was a prize from a carnival. Without hesitation, Isaac leaned forward and licked a long stripe, his wet tongue making contact with your hole. 

Your eyes widen before fluttering closed. The werewolf made out with your hole, coating the muscle with saliva as he kneaded your flesh. His lips give light kisses around your hole before pulling out and biting the flesh of your ass. Isaac’s groans were muffled as he buried his head in your ass, wrapping one arm around your legs and yanking you closer to him. 

“O-oh fuck… I-Isaac.” You cried, pushing back against his face. You could tell he approved from the satisfied groans and growls. Your cock was twitching, bobbing in the air, precum dripping onto your bed sheets. Your mind was going blank, you’ve jacked off and fingered yourself before, but this was different, more pleasurable and intense, and it was with Isaac. 

“Love this ass, baby…” Isaac groans, pulling back to breathe, taking long gulps of air as he admires his work. Your hole was soppy, coated with saliva, with your cheek having bite marks and scratches. He could see your hole fluttering, gaping, and clenching around nothing, begging for something to fill it. 

With due time.

“You’re gonna feel some pain, baby…” Isaac said, lathering two fingers with saliva, bringing the digits closer to your hole. Slowly, he pushes them inside you, groaning as he feels your hole fluttering and clenching around his fingers. He could feel them sucking his digits deeper. 

“I-Isaac!” you gasped softly, whining from Isaac’s intruding fingers. You clenched the sheets, biting down on the pillow as the werewolf spread your hole, preparing you for something bigger and thicker. Although you didn’t need preparation because you fingered yourself a couple of minutes before Isaac arrived.

“It hurts? Sorry, I… you don’t feel… tight?” Isaac said, brows furrowing as he felt your hole being loose. The gears in his head were turning before the realization. “Didn't take you to be that person, baby. Fucking hot if you ask me.” Isaac grins, still pressing his fingers as deeply as he could, scissoring and stretching your hole. The werewolf didn’t expect a shy, introverted person like you to be naughty and needy, but he liked that.

Your face grew slack, jaw dropped as Isaac’s fingers sheathed deep inside you, unknowingly riding his fingers. He touched your gummy, pink walls, spreading them as he searched for the fabled spot that was taught in sex education: the prostate. 

“That’s it, baby. Doing good.” Isaac praises as used his other hand to grope and fondle your right ass cheek. He was so caught up in his ministrations that he forgot about his own needs. He looked to see his cock bulging out, throbbing with a precum seeping through the fabric. “Jesus Christ…”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as his words repeated. Your moans and cries of pleasure fell from your tongue, mixing with the sinful sounds of his fingers thrusting deep inside, accompanied by wet squelching. “Oh God… feels so good… making me feel so good…” You arched your back and pushed your ass further into the werewolf’s grasp. 

Something was blooming in your stomach, its petals were blooming as the roots sank deep into your nerves. Your breathing got heavier, your body tensing and clenching around Isaac’s fingers, halting them and making the digits unable to move. It was a dizzying sensation, and drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, soaking the pillow. 

“Feel good? Yeah… it does… cum for me.” Isaac growled as he abused that special bundle of nerves 

Your response was immediate, a myriad of messy and muffled cries of pleasure and relief. Your cock throbbed before spurting its load, coating the bed sheets. Your body was sweaty underneath the shirt, trembling and shaking from the orgasm, and you collapsed onto the bed. Your vision was blurry and white.

“Do you wanna continue or…” Isaac said, pulling his fingers out with a wet plop sound. He didn’t want to continue until you gave him confirmation. He couldn’t finish his sentence before you moved back, grinding your bare ass against Isaac’s clothed bulge. The werewolf moans as he feels his dick being squeezed between your cheeks, his eyes roll back as he fells his climax nearing.

He wasn’t even inside you, and he was already about to cum. 

“Yes! Please… need more… need you!” You begged, arching your back and desperately grinding against Isaac’s clothed bulge. It was just as you imagined it to be: large and thick. Your hole twitched at the thought of being filled to the brim with that beast.  You were lost in the sensation of lust, your body developing a mind of its own as it disobeyed your brain. It needed Isaac to satisfy the thirst that had been denied for a long time. 

“Okay… okay, I’ll give you what you want, but I don’t know if I’ll last long,” Isaac admitted. He could feel himself teetering on the brink, a single thrust would send him into an orgasm. He was slightly embarrassed by confessing it, but it was his first time being intimate with someone, so you couldn’t blame him. 

“I don’t care! I just wanna feel you inside of me… just fuck me,” You replied, whining from waiting for too long for Isaac to penetrate your aching hole. You didn’t care about Isaac admitting to cumming early, you just wanted to feel connected with him. That’s all you wanted: a connection with your lover. 

Isaac nodded and began stripping his clothes, tearing them off along with his pants and underwear. He groaned when his aching large cock was released from its cage, it twitched from the cold breeze with precum oozing from the cockhead. “Let’s take that shirt off,” Isaac said, reaching down and pulling the hem of your shirt up. You lifted your arms when he yanked the fabric over your head and tossed it to the side with his clothing as well. 

“I’m going in…” Isaac gave you the heads up, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to his abdomen, his cock resting between on top of your ass. His chest heaved as he held his length and aimed it towards your saliva-coated hole. He gulped as he pressed his cockhead against your hole, sweat dripping down his body as he braced himself. 

Your heart was pounding, your breathing hitched as you held onto the pillow. You could feel the blunt shape of his cockhead pressing against your entrance, the pressure increased as your breathing got heavier until your rim gave in and the swell of Isaac’s cock sinks in. Your body trembled from the force. Isaac’s grip on your hips was firm, nails digging into your flesh as he didn’t stop until he cock was fully sheathed. 

“Isaac… It's so large! How…” you moan shakily, back arching to give Isaac more access. Air was leaving your body as your insides were being stretched to accommodate the werewolf’s large cock. It stopped when Isaac hilted into you, his cock swallowed by your tight, warm hole. It didn’t hurt as much, thanks to your previous enjoyment and Isaac stretching you with his fingers. 

Isaac growls and groans, removing his hands from your hips before collapsing onto your smaller frame. His hands find yours, holding them as his larger and stronger body covers your smaller one, his head buried in your shoulder. He was able to control himself for a while, but the cracks were shattering his composure as he felt your rim squeezing and spasming around his cock. His train of thought was becoming cloudy as the only thing on his mind was to fuck and breed your hole. 

“Lose control… I don’t care if you cum early,” you said with a heavy breath, tilting your head back to kiss Isaac on the cheek. 

That was the last straw for him. Isaac stood up, removing his hands from yours to your hips. His grip was firm as he pulled back with his cockhead being left inside before ramming back into your hole. Your eyes widen as Isaac began aggressively fucking your ass, his cock reaching deeper than ever before. The bed squeaking got louder with the headboard slamming into the wall. 

A symphony of moans and growls mixed with the bed squeaking and wet squelching, with the topping of wet skin slapping and balls slapping against yours, echoed through the house. You were grateful that your parents were out for the evening, so they wouldn’t have to hear their son getting his guts rearranged by his classmate. The bedroom was hot and sweaty, with sex permeating the air. 

Your fingers gripped the pillow tighter as your moans grew louder with Isaac’s cockhead ramming directly into your special bundle of nerves. Your body was becoming overstimulated as it was still recovering from the previous orgasm, your cock was hard as it bobbed with each thrust Isaac was giving. Your cries for more grew louder as base instincts took control, begging to be claimed internally by Isaac’s thick cum. 

With Isaac being inexperienced, he didn’t last long. He gave a couple of rough thrusts before reaching his climax. He was lost in the feeling of your warm hole swallowing and tightening around his throbbing length. He couldn’t handle the spasming and clenching of your hole trying to milk his cock of its load.

“O-oh god… I’m cum… can’t pull out.” he was gonna pull out but it was like your ass knew and prevented it. His breathing hitched as he grounded his hips, growling as his cock spurted its load deep inside, flooding your hole with waves of hot cum. His balls tightening as it pumped more cum that began to seep through your plugged ass, soaking the sheets with the sticky substance. You came at the same time, adding more cum to the sheets, more watery than thick globs.

Isaac collapsed beside you before his strong arms wrapped around your chest, pulling you into his embrace. He peppered kisses on your shoulders and nape area, his hands rubbing circles on your hips to soothe the aching he caused. 

“Sorry for cumming early…” Isaac apologized, nuzzling into your shoulders. He moves slightly, his cock, which was still inside your hole, rubbed against your sensitive spot causing you to moan and clench which in turn caused Isaac to groan. You could feel his heavy breathing rubbing against your skin as he held you close, his lips touching your salty, sweaty skin. 

“It’s okay… I don’t care about that… does this mean you wanna be my boyfriend?” you asked, leaning into Isaac’s warmth, grabbing the comforter and pulling it over your bodies. The comforter provides extra warmth, and you don’t even care about the cum on the sheets or the cum oozing out of your hole.

“Of course.” 

THE END

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[eyelessfaces]

hell yeah

[sam24seven]

There’s a certain kind of guy that everyone assumes is dominant—self-assured, always in control. But deep down, he craves to be ruined, held, and stripped of that control. He won’t let you, though. I’m telling you now, it will take years—maybe even decades—for him to trust you enough to show that side of himself. Sometimes, he’s not even aware of it himself.

But if he ever lets himself go near you, if he ever allows you to take a more dominant role, to care for him even for a fleeting moment—partly lowering his guard just long enough to feel it— he'll never enjoy anything as much as he will this. It will surprise him. He’s spent his life keeping himself from this, never realizing just how much he’d love it. But letting go, releasing everything bad and ugly and terrifying, being touched, being forced to do things he swore he’d never admit to wanting, being made to feel so blissfully helpless…

It will drive him mad. And he’ll hate himself for it afterward.

But men like him?

They're the most fun to dom and break.

Someone who presents himself as dominant, in control, but secretly yearns for the opposite—yet fights it with everything he has. That internal war, the push and pull between his need for surrender and his self-loathing, is what makes him so compelling. He likely has an aversion to intimacy, a self-destructive streak, and a tendency to wield charm and manipulation as a shield—not just against others, but against himself.

He doesn’t see sex as something more. Sometimes it’s for pleasure; sometimes, it’s a transaction, a means to an end. It will take time just to get him to the point where he can see intimacy as something beyond that. Because for him, it’s not just about the physical. It’s years of habits, experiences, and trauma, woven into the persona he presents even to himself. His shoulders might slump when he believes he’s alone, but his true self? That’s something he doesn't know how to bring out.

Characters: Dazai, Gojo, Silco, pts Eren, Shigaraki, Johan Liebert, Levi, Fyodor, Nikolai, chrollo, kurapika, Hawks, Itachi, Hanekawa, Akashi, Dabi, Light, Tsukkishima, Bakugo, Spike, Obanai, Kaneki, Kise, Zack foster, Akutagawa, Mattheo Riddle, Toji.

And anyone you'd like.

Requests are open

[ivystoryweaver]

Distracting Gamer!Steven

wc: 1.7k, reader with female anatomy Content: ignoring, hand job, bit of cockwarming, p in v, creampie

Steven’s latest hyper-focus is gaming. Once he got into it, he discovered he was rather good. He connected with some online buddies and you love that for him.

His online friends aren’t as dismissive as some irl people, when he info dumps for fixates. It’s like they get him, really get him.

Steven worships the ground you walk on. He feels so lucky to have you.

But the obsessive part of his brain locks in when he’s on his headset, chewing on his bottom lip*, concentrating on surviving the particular level he’s trying to conquer.

Sometimes you sit near him, so happy to see him having fun. He always acknowledges you. He even offers to pause the game, if possible, if you need him. He would move heaven and earth for you.

But when he gets really excited, he’ll ask you to please wait a moment. “Almost done, darling.”

That tiny sliver of neglect from your sweet man sends desire pulsing through your body.

Steven has found something he enjoys so much that he’ll ask you to wait. You.

It’s fucking hot.

You’re next to him on the couch, close but not touching him.

Even if you laid your head on his shoulder, he would jostle you with a jerking motion while holding onto his controller.

So you start with his leg, tracing shapes on the top of his thigh with your fingertips. He smiles to himself but keeps his eyes fixed on the screen. 

Your fingers inch higher to the spot where the thick meat of his thigh meets his hip, rubbing more insistently through the soft fabric of his joggers.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he slightly shifts in his seat.

Leaning in, your lips ghost over the skin of his throat as one fingertip sneaks across to tease underneath his balls.

“…fuck,” he mutters, shifting into, instead of away from your touch.

You hear a gamer friend respond with a muddled reply over his headset.

You smile against his neck and cup him, rubbing seductively. You’ve purposely waited until he’s at the most challenging point in the level. After all, you beat it two weeks ago.

Air rushes out of him as his eyes flutter closed.

“Hold on,” he gasps.

“Bro, right now?” Headset friend fires back.

But he was talking to you.

“Wait, I’m almost done,” he mouths to you silently.

The thrill of him putting you off sends lust surging through your body, straight to your center.

You feel him hardening underneath your touch, so you work your hand over his length, nibbling on the cut of his jawline.

He chomps down on his delicious lip, forcing his eyes to stay fixed on the screen as you start to jerk him through his pants.

Pushing up on your knees, you take one side of his headset off the ear closet to you and nibble on his earlobe.

He groans, right into his headset.

“Mate, what the fuck?” His friend asks with a chuckle.

You giggle as Steven tries to mute himself. You stop him, gripping his chin and turning it back to the screen. “Keep playing,” you command, slipping your hand into his pants to touch the velvety hot skin you find there.

Your lips and tongue torture him, breathing hotly on his ear, swirling your tongue inside it, kissing a trail across his cheek to the corner of his mouth. You try to sneak your tongue inside but he jerks his head away.

You bite your lip to keep from moaning,  working your hand over his length faster, pushing your thumb over his leaking tip.

He pretends to keep focusing on the level, eyes glazing over as you whisper nasty things into his ear, too quiet for his headset to pick up.

“oh god,” he whines and you purr in satisfaction. “Oh my god, almost died there,” he tries to cover for those listening in.

You lightly kiss the corner of his mouth again, but this time he can’t resist, letting your tongue slip past his lips to tangle with his own.

He kisses you wildly, tongue rolling over yours for several long, delicious seconds before tearing his mouth away. “Now wait a damn minute,” he scolds you, eyes never meeting yours as he dodges certain death on screen.

He’s making you so hot, all you want to do is jerk down your own pants and give yourself some relief. You want him inside you.

Instead you work your hand faster, leaning over to suck his tip into your mouth.

"Shit," he hisses, finally muting his headset before gripping the nape of your neck. "Can't do that right now, darling, much as I want to. Get up and take off your clothes for me. I'm almost done."

You're so surprised that he's turning down a blow job that you stop and stare at him for a full thirty seconds. You've never been so hot for him, desire drenching your panties, your nipples straining against the fabric of your bra.

Your mouth goes dry as he unmutes his headset, never misses a beat in his game and leaves his fully erect cock the way it is, leaking and hard.

Slowly you stand slightly off to the side of his view, as to not block the screen. You push your pants down, but he doesn't even flinch. Next you cross your arms and pull your shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor.

Your bra and panties are simple, but they match and they're cute.

Still nothing. He's engrossed.

A whine escapes your lips as you turn around, pushing your panties down over your hips, giving your ass a little wiggle as they drop to your ankles. You bend over to remove them from your feet, but all you get from Steven is a sharp intake of breath.

Still facing away from him, you unclasp your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders. Turning back around you cross your arms over yourself, holding the front of your bra in place. You inch toward the screen, to partially block his view, but he shakes his head, nodding for you to move back to where you were.

With an impatient, almost desperate sigh, you let the bra drop to the floor. You cup your breasts, squeezing them together as you pinch your nipples.

Steven loves your tits and you're sure this will get his attention. You even step closer but he doesn't even bat an eyelash.

Your slick dribbles down your thigh, and you're unable to remember the last time you were so turned on.

Steven's about to beat the level, and you feel as if you could come if he even touches you.

He waits until he's victorious, pumping his fist in a way that resembles something Marc would do, but just when you think you'll have his undivided attention, he starts the next level, conversing with his friends online as if you aren't even there.

You're about to drop to your knees and suck him off, just to see him lose some shred of control, but he glances up at you with a wry smile and pats his lap.

Slowly, you ease forward and down, ready to straddle his leg. Maybe you can at least ride his thick thigh and get yourself off.

But as you settle in, he whispers on your ear. "Sit on it. And be still."

Chomping on your lip, you fight back a moan, shifting your hips until you line yourself up with his tip. After a moment of hesitation, you sink down, gasping loudly as he stretches and fills you.

Rocking your hips, you start to fuck him, finally feeling a second of relief before he orders you to stop.

You whimper, rebelliously riding him for a few more delicious thrusts before he glares at you. "Stop it."

You moan, your walls fluttering desperately around his cock. Submissively, you lay your head against his chest, curling your body around his.

Steven’s never acted like this before. He’s never told you what to do or given you anything but his utter devotion, his whole heart and undivided attention.

“There you go,” he says darkly, and you can hear his friend on the headset reply, assuming he’s talking about their progress in the game.

You can’t concentrate on anything but Steven, from the smell of his neck to the pulsing of his thick cock inside you. The warmth of his chest against yours through the thin cotton of his t-shirt…the vibration of his voice as he talks on his headset.

Your breath comes in heated puffs on his neck as you keep yourself still, desire surging through your body like a powerful drug, compelling you to remain motionless a little longer. Still, you can’t help but shift your weight slightly every few minutes.

Without realizing it, you moan against his throat every time you shift, and in return, Steven loses his train of thought and rocks his hips into you by only a fraction.

As soon as your brain registers it, however, you start to subtly grind against him, half expecting him to order you to stop. But he meets your thrusting with controlled movements of his own.

You keep taunting one another back and forth until you’re slowly fucking.

It feels so good. You know you’re close. You reach for his face, touching it tenderly before brushing your mouth over his. He kisses your lips softly, then shakes his head, but you don’t let him go far. You knock his headset off and kiss a trail to his ear.

“Fuck me, Steven,” you pant and start riding him vigorously.

The controller drops from his hand to the floor with a thud as he grips your hips, pulling you down hard as he fucks up into you, lips seeking out your own.

Finally feeling all of his attention on you, his cock touching you so deep inside, his tongue in your mouth, his breath on your lips, you come fast and hard, your body seizing in euphoric pleasure. Your pace slows, but he’s not done yet.

His patience has run out and he doesn't stop fucking you hard until he finishes, filling you so full it dribbles down both of your thighs. You're panting and smiling and kissing each other, having so much fun.

But this time, he forgot to mute.

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*This lip chewing moment came straight from @silvernight-m's amazing gamer!steven art! I don't think it's posted here on tumblr yet but stay tuned. Believe it or not, I started this story before I saw the art, but it's so amazing, it sent my mind into overdrive and I just had to add that visual detail into the story.