#Issac x reader

[merlucide]

HAIRCARE!~♪

notes: ‘this alien stage x reader was sponsored by free time in the car’😌

characters: all characters

warnings: cursing, not edited/proofread (idgaf)

She’s always had long hair, and has always preferred it this way

She does her very best to keep the tangle free- but at the end of the day it’s full of knots

This is why she loves hair days!

She’ll lay down on your lap and be all happy with your fingers combing through her pretty long hair

It helps her unwind from the day, it’s because apart of her daily routine ig :3

She just likes talking to you about whatever

Then when’s she’s had her full of love and affection she’ll pamper you endlessly heh

Loves twirling your hair around and making up hairstyles

She can do anything you want for the most part! She’s a bit messy but it always looks good :3

She doesn’t style her hair really, aside from combing it or putting it in a pony

When her hair was longer fans had you put it in braids then :3

Honestly she doesn’t like people touching her hair, gets it all greasy and messed up yk?

But she doesn’t mind if you’d like to play with hers time to time :)

At your time at anakt you’d both sit underneath the trees there and try to intertwine the flowers into her hair.

Sua was better at styling flowers than you were tho heh

She likes twirling you hair around her finger :3

You could look at Till and think ‘he dgaf about his hair’ —but he actually does gaf 😭🙏 he wants to look cool okay?? His hair is important to him 

He takes like 5 minutes in total making sure his hair looks good lmao

It’s just perfectly messy ya’know? :3

He likes brushing your hair

It’s very soothing for him

If he’s feeling creative he’ll experiment around with different styles but mostly just brushes lmao

Don’t gaf about his hair

But he has to gaf about his hair 😔 sad thing

Gotta keep that image up yk 🥲

Normally he just combs through it and calls it good (on a normal day anyways)

Likes it to look pretty neat tho

He likes making a rats nest of yours though!

Kidding, kidding (kinda..)

Likes ponytails:)

But yeah he just fucks up your hair for fun basically

True love? 

Oh boy 💀 THIS diva

As the star that Luka is, his appearance is the most important aspect of his product (well following after his voice but YK-)

Bro has a curl routine n all

I mean he’s basically an influencer?? in a way?? So id imagine he gets free stuff

Anywho he’s a scruncher then he uses that curl thing (I’ll look it up later)— It’s a process

Prefers you not to touch his hair, will smack your hand away LMAO

But when’s he’s utterly exhausted and burnout he’ll put your hand on his head (if he has the energy too anyways)

Lukas not like 😭 an affectionate person anyways?- well it’s weird? He’s touchy but not, affectionate

Ya get it?

He might twirl your hair around but that’s kinda it 😭🙏 hate to be a dream destroyer

Well I’ll give some crumbs…heh..heh

S

When you two are lying alone in bed together— wether it’s after a photoshoot or what not, he’ll like creep up behind you and start caressing you hair

It’s a bit uncomfortable at first because you can just FEEL him burning holes into the back of your head while twirling your hair 😭🙏 sweating n shit

It’s relaxing for him anyways, when he’s tired but not ready to sleep yet yk

Hyuna 🤤 hair goals fr fr

She usually just has it down or in a high pony/braid tbh

Her hair is LONG AF and is such a pain to deal with so I’d imagine she just puts it up and calls it good

She washes her hair like once a week anyways (the shower is full of grime JUST from her hair 😭🙏)

She dgaf (yesss Hyuna 🥹🗣️)

She’s really great at braiding!! When she decided to put her hair in a braid one day you would NAWT shut up about how she needs to have it styled like that more often (and she did hehe)

Hyuna also collects trinkets— whenever she goes out on raids/bounties or wtv she picks up/steals (LMAO) anything that catches her eye (Like a crow! heh)

She always brings smth back for you, any shiny things go to you, only the best for her babe 😌

Now!- when you asked her to braid your hair you brought up the trinkets suggesting that you put it in the braids- like as accessories!!

And she liked that idea vv much ofc and planted little coins and charms tied into your hair :3

Your head legit looked like a crows nest lmao

But it looks so pretty!! Two fishtail braids with shiny things in your haiirrrrrr!

She was proud af of her work 😌

You both went person to person showing off your head lol

DEWEY (I love him plsss)

His head is full of tangles, but he insists it’s just apart of his ‘look’

His really not picky with his hair- just prefers redoing his roots before they get too-too grown out yk

Which of course you always help him!

He sits on the floor criss-cross in his white tanktop and sweats while you mix the blonde dye

He stays still for the most part, but gets antsy staying in the same position for too long

He justs yap your ear off while you apply the color loll

“Yah so, I tried 85 arm-curls which that went friggin’ awesome as expected-“ “Yeah then Isaac went blackout drunk- Ha it was hilarious” “I think the showers broken ‘cause when I turned it on purple shit came out-“

Since his hair is all sticky and wet he like makes his hair stick  straight up lmao😭

Tries to convince you to use the left over dye on Isaac lmao

While he waits for it to dry he begs you to let him do your hair

He tries to do a Dutch braid, but fails lmao

“WHY ISNT YOUR HAIR WORKIN’?!”

And ur like ?! Everything good back there ?!

He keeps trying until your hair is a literal rats nest lol

He just looks at his mess like ‘oh shit’

Ur so pissed at him and he’s like: 🥺

So he just brushes out the mess he made lol

Which it freakin hurt bc OWWW KNOTS

After it’s all brushed out he just did a basic braid and called it good lmao

Then you take him to the showers to rinse it out and in fact- purple did come out

Probably should’ve thought about that before you stuck his head under the shower head heh..

You ended up using the sink in the bar and everyone just sorta was like ‘uh, okay’

Just imagine Dewey laying on the counter with his head in the sink lol- def stained the counter

Bro shakes his head like a dog to dry off, THEN gets a towel

Smh

In reward for you hard work he gives you a big fat smooch heh

Then goes around base to show everyone his hair lmao

Successful hair dyeing day with Dewey id say!

(Dewey j love you please I need more of him yall PLEASE.)

ISAAC (I LOVE YOU TOO!!)

I mean he just puts his cap on and calls it a day sooo

Really couldn’t give two shits about it lmao

Doesn’t care if you mess around with his hair, so might as well go for it :3

You tried putting his hair into a piggy tail, which his hair is so short so it just kinda, stuck out 😭

He really does love playing with your hair :) it’s actually rlly cute he’ll be talking to a member and just be playing with your hair (the thought gives me butterflies gets me mushy SOB)

by the time he’s done talking to the person there’s like 6 little braids in your hair on on side 😭🙏

Best hair time w/ him is when yall are fucked up and tied from raiding and just lay together, you most likely on top of him

And he just holds ya and plays with your hair 🥹

Yall talk about the day, or some things you’ve been thinking about, just quiet words yk? :)

(Stop I’m like tweaking thinking about this wtf)

help so sorry for how short Till+Ivans is 😭🙏 no creative juice came for them (and I wrote theirs last so yk���)

Made December 20th 2024

[late-nightfalls]

Y/N: You know… You were my first… *blushes*

Hector: Wait really?

Y/N: Yes, why?

Hector: Because you were my first too, you know? Before Lenore...

Y/N: Really?

Hector: *nobs* *blushes*

Y/N: *blushes more*

Hector and Y/N: *starts making out*

Issac: Are you serious? Right in front of this corpse I'm about to resurrect?

[ilovechubbieguys]

hi austrix!! i also love chubby men :p. requesting isaacwhy fluff/pda pleaseeeee🙃🫂

Of course! Thank you so much for being my first request, i really appreciate it!! And so sorry this took so long i finished this then deleted the whole thing by accident :v

How i think issac is with pda! XP

-this is my first time writing so sorry if its not the best. No nsfw mainly fluff. Gn! Reader.

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☆- when you and issac first started dating he wasnt sure how you felt about it so he never really showed any PDA

☆- but one day you randomly brought the topic up with him and it came out that youd actually really like it

☆- this information made him so happy so from that point forward he showed some form of pda, whether it be simply holding hands at the wall or having his hand in the back pocket of your jeans to let anyone passing know your his

☆- it didnt matter if you where at a mall or with the other guys. He didnt care.

☆- the guys somtimes give him shit about it but he wastes no time sassing back at them

Nick: god issac your suffocating them

Issac: at least i have s/o

Nick:😧

☆- definitely a hand on your thigh kinda guy. Especially if hes driving or even if you guys are just sitting anywhere

☆- having a hand or two on you makes him feel secure. Hes still in shock that you guys are dating so he just cant get enough of you.

☆- now hes not the type to make out with you at a public park, but he loves to wrap an arm around your waist.

☆- if he can tell your uncomfortable or dont like the place your at he with pull you closer to him with a arm wrapped around your shoulder as you have a arm around his back.

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Respectful Criticism is welcome and encouraged! Lmk what you did and didnt like! And what u wanna see more of! Thanks for reading! :p

[bl0gnymph]

Guys im backkkk here is some Issac fluff blurb for your troubles

Issac rolled his eyes as the metal pipe sound effect played in his headset for the hundredth time it seemed, he didnt know why he kept agreeing to do these stupid challenges. As he leaned back in his chair wondering how much winning this really meant to him he met eyes with you. When you heard that your boyfriend was doing a Last To Leave VC challenge you knew that you had to watch his descent into madness so you came over to stay at his house during the challenge. You grabbed some of the plushies you left at his house from the last time you stayed over, making yourself comfortable on the floor next to him. You scrolled through TikTok, occasionally showing him things you saw and quietly giggling at the other boys' quips and insanity. TikTok could only keep you entertained for so long and you couldn't talk to Issac since he was making the video so eventually you dozed off, leading to the current citation. Issac smiled as he looked at you sprawled over the floor loosely holding a shark-push.  He turns back to his mic “Sorry guys I need to do something real quick” Pushing himself out of his chair he picks you up softly and moves you to the sofa across from his setup. Smiling at your sleeping self again he returned to his chair only to be greeted with the sound of a metal pipe, again.

[lattezzsposts]

𝐓𝐒𝐀𝐒. ISSAC GARCIA

CHAPTER SIX

eleanor

the last couple of days my eyes have gotten really blurry. i haven’t told anyone about it yet. i have yet gone to the doctor. it was lunch time and i was eating with my friends. “ so, when are your parents coming back now? ” skylar asked.

my parents decided to travel to europe after their three weeks in france. “ in two months ” i sighed. i had been playing the parent for a while. i didn’t mind it and the good thing was katherine was a huge help to me.

“ damn, that’s a long time ” grace commented. i nodded as the bell rang. we had practice again for the huddle in less than a week. our coach had suspended meredith from the team temporarily. she would rejoin after the huddle, but she be my base anymore.

she was pretty pissed when the coach told her. “ that means party at kenny’s house? ” issac ran up to us. him, lee, and nathan were attending our cheer practice, like usual. “ no, no. i have jules ” i glanced at him as he stuck out his bottom lip.

damn it, why is he so attractive? “ come on girls, we have practice ” april linked arms with me. I could feel issac’s eyes on me. we walked towards the girls locker. the walter boys had gone towards the gym.

we started to change in our practice shorts and t-shirt. “ issac is totally in love with you ” kaia commented. i rolled my eyes and locked my locker with my bag inside. “ don’t give me that look, it’s the truth ” kaia replied.

“ he is, trust us and it’s only a matter of time before he asks you out. you better accept his date, girl ” sage pointed her finger at me. i sighed and walked out of the locker room or well tried to because i ran into the locker room door.

taylor, sage, kaia, and april ran towards me. “ girl, are you okay? ” taylor asked me as i rubbed my hand. my eyes had become blurry again. “ the last couple of days my eye sight has been blurry ” i announced, finally telling them the truth.

they looked at me shocked. “ you need to see the doctor, kenny. like today ” april demanded. i nodded as kaia and taylor helped me up. maybe it was time to check out my eyes. sage had offered to pick up jules from school while i see the doctor after school.

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i had gone to the doctor, i had been diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa. it was a inherited eye disease and i was given medication to help threat it. i could not drive at night anymore. sage had dropped off jules at the walter’s household.

“ hey, how did it go at the doctors? ” katherine asked as i walked into the house. i was going to stay for a bit. katherine had told me she was cooking dinner. “ they told me i had an eye disease, it’s inherited and they gave me meds for it ” i told her.

lee, jordan, and issac were sitting at the breakfast table. they were working on homework. “ is that why you’ve been experiencing blurry vision? ” issac asked as i snapped my head towards him. how in the hell did he know?

my friends wouldn’t tell him. he snapped his head up wnd glanced around. “ you’ve been getting blurry vision? ” lee snapped his head towards me. nathan did as well, clearly they didn’t know about it.

“yeah, it’s been happening since i fell the other day at cheer ” i mentioned as nathan and lee glanced at each other. i could tell they were thinking that it was because of meredith. even if meredith had dropped me on purpose, it was not caused by her.

i popped a piece of carrot into my mouth and walked off to find danny or any else. i was still wondering how issac new before anyone else did. my sister knew so did my friends but issac should not know. i seriously doubt any of them would tell him.

it was just like the pink roses and knowing what I wanted before starting a relationship. someone has to be telling issac all these things about me, but the problem is was who it was. i ended up finding jackie.

i knew that she knew because taylor told me. she asked me how i was doing and i explained to her what i had. she was listening to me while she picking out her clothing for tomorrow. i expressed to her the confusion i had with issac knowing all of these things.

[bowie-frommars]

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

[buckyssugarchick]

“The Moon Haunts You.”

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

[biggestsimponhere]

Star wars men you will always be famous, i’m in love with them.

[tokkiwrites]

"ugh, i need him so bad," we all say in unison as the camera pans to reveal a 40+ yo man.

[ilovelosermen69]

My emotional attachment to fictional men that kill people is insane.

[unwantedtomost]

so dirty — miguel o’hara

dbf!miguel o’hara x fem!reader

word count: 888

summary: miguel, who just so happens to be your dad’s best friend, fucks you in a bthroom

warnings: dirty talk, degradation, unprotected sex (i’m back to my old ways)

a/n: hehe two in like a day? look at me go. send me requests because i need more ideas.

“We shouldn’t do this,” came out of your voice in a tired tone. You tried to fight it but it got harder every time. How could you fight something that felt so right?

“I know, amor.”

Then he kissed you and you stopped fighting. 

Things got dirtier every time he touched you. The first time he kissed you he was so soft, so delicate. He touched you like he thought you could fall apart in his hands. Now he was bending you over the bathroom sink with the whole neighborhood in the backyard—not to mention your father, his best friend. He still loved you all the same, you never doubted it for a moment. Something about the switch felt right. This was a dirty little secret, not a Romeo and Juliet love affair. It was meant to be dirty.

He used to kiss every inch of your naked body, muttering how much he loved you every time his lips left your skin. It was a harsh comparison to how he shoved your panties to the side and rubbed his rough fingers up and down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he stated with pride. “This all for me, honey?”

“‘Course it is, Miguel.” Sometimes you try to be soft in times like this. He’d give you a small smile then it would leave. His eyes were hungry, you almost felt like prey.

“‘Course it is,” he repeated before bending you forward.

He spit on his hand, pumping himself a few times. He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to shutter. So dirty.

“Beg for it.” Your brows knitted together, giving him a confused look in the mirror. “You heard me. Beg for it.”

“Give it to me,” you demanded, standing your ground.

His large chest was flush against your back, his chin grabbing your chin and making you look into his eyes. His lips brushed against your ear and his other hand gripped your hip like a vice. “I said beg. Or we’re going back downstairs right now.”

It wasn’t the worst threat in the world but at some point these little hookups became something you needed. He knew that. He felt the same way too.

“Please, Miguel,” you whined. “I love you so much. Need to feel ya inside me so badly. I promise to be such a good girl. I promise. I’ll be such a good girl.”

The tiniest smile came to his lips as he saw the tears lightly brewing in your eyes. God, how he loved you. He planted a sweet kiss on your temple. “Such a good girl, only for me, yeah?”

“Only for you.”

Suddenly, the head of his member entered your entrance. You gasped, causing his hand to clasp over your mouth. “Got to be quiet, amor, yeah? We can’t have anyone find out what a dirty little whore you are for me.” He quickly pushed the rest of his length inside of you. You screamed into the palm of his hand, gripping down on the countertop.

“Fuck, princess. Best damn pussy I’ve ever had. Such a good fucking girl.”

His thrusts were brutal and you loved every second of it. Something about the strange circumstances made something dormant in Miguel come out. He said the dirtiest things. His mouth sputtering whatever came to mind as he pounded into you like both of your lives depended on it.

“Letting me fuck you while half the neighborhood is in the backyard. You wanted me that bad. You’d let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn’t you, honey? Want to be my little fuckdoll. Let me take you wherever I want. As long as we don’t get caught, right?”

You nodded vigorously as your eyes screwed shut, your head resting on Miguel’s shoulder. He let you stay like that for a while until his fingers started to rub your clit.

“Look at me,” he cooed. You had no choice but to pry your eyes open and look at the disheveled state of the man you were falling in love with. “Keep looking at me when I make you cum on my dick. Look so fucking beautiful.”

You had to use your last amount of strength to keep your eyes open, losing all control of the noises coming out of your mouth. Both of you were glad that his hand was clamped over your mouth. You tried to hold back your orgasm just a little bit, something you did often in these scenarios, you wanted to hold on just a little bit longer.

But it was always impossible. As soon as he figured out what you were doing, his fingers worked quicker.

“Please, cum for me baby,” he begged. And how could you refuse him? Quickly the coil snapped and you turned to absolute putty in his hands. “I love you, honey. I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear as he came inside of you. “Love you so fucking much.”

Slumped there, panting, you had that terrible wave of realization of the predicament you were in. Doomed to be in love with a man you could never really be with. Banished to a life of dirty secret hookups in bathrooms. But you didn’t need to worry about that now. Not when he was smiling at you.

“I love you too.” 

[agneslovestheinternet-blog]

how many drinks?

stiles stilinski x fem!reader NSFW

a dirty lunchroom hypothetical gets stiles hot and bothered. hopefully no one notices the suspicious placement of his hands over his crotch, especially not you.

word count: 2.8K  read time: 10min

warnings & info: nothing is in canon, everyone is probably ooc, pining, crushing!stiles, masturbation, spice, other suggestive nonsense

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“stiles, how many drinks would you have to down to fuck me?” you ask matter-of-factly, turning your head to meet your sentence’s subject from across your full lunch table.

“i said about twelve shots, at least,” scott states passively from your left side, not bothering to look up from his biology textbook.

“and i said, you don’t count. you couldn’t get drunk if you tried,” you sneer back. you turn your eyes back to stiles’s amber ones. “then lydia said like, five. i mean we’ve made out at parties before so…” you trail off with a sinful smile, exposing both your palms in the act of confession.

“i thought that was our little secret, y/n!” lydia feigns indignation at your right side, turning her head away from her boyfriend to pout her red lips at you in an exaggerated manner.

“when have you guys made out at a party?” jackson asks, almost licking his lips with excitement.

“you’re lucky she doesn’t swing that way, or it wouldn’t have just stopped at making out,” you snipe back. jackson’s face seems to loose all color at this sentiment and lydia rolls her eyes at you as she begins to reassure him in a quieter tone. you couldn’t stand his consistent pattern of insecurity, as evident by you asking such a personal question to your entire friend group in the middle of the lunch period, without a care in the world.

stiles is grateful that this bickering exchange took place quicker than he could answer your question. he’s also grateful that he’d already finished eating and naturally placed his hands in a clasp over his lap. he hadn’t realized how helpful that position would become, as he feels his blood rushing downward, something he was unfortunately used to happening around you.

there was the first time he saw you in a bikini at one of lydia’s summer parties. he was already in the pool when you came out of her house in the hot pink number and thus became trapped. unless he wanted to expose his aching hard-on to his entire friend group, (which was barely concealed under the paper-thin fabric of his fucking neon green swim trunks), he thought it’d be best to just stay in the water until he felt he could control himself. 

that time didn’t come until two hours later when you’d finally decided to change back into your clothes in lydia’s room. after cursing at himself for conjuring that mental image, (which did not help the uncomfortable throb of his too-hard cock), he finally went soft enough to get out of the damn pool and dry off. that was the day he crossed swimming off the list of activities he could do in your presence.

another time, stiles had tagged along with you and lydia as you went homecoming dress shopping. it was supposed to be a lot bigger of a group, but melissa had grounded scott for whatever indiscretion he’d committed that week, jackson had a mandatory family thing, allison & issac had opted out of hoco that year, the twins skipped town for a few days, all of your girlfriends were busy and all of lydia’s scoffed at her when she suggested buying a dress from the mall instead of a luxury boutique. 

lydia had disappeared into the jewelry section for a comical amount of time and then it was just you, modeling dress after dress for stiles. his jaw was clenched as he tried his best to keep his gaze focused on friend-appropriate areas of your body and will the blood to drain from his cock, which was poking uncomfortably against the seam of his jeans. 

you’d exited the changing room in a form-fitting red dress that ended just past your knees with a problem that stiles knew would further his arousal; you couldn’t zip your dress up on your own.

you’d easily let him inside the enclosed space, shooting down his dazed protests that he was pretty sure this store’s staff wouldn’t approve of two teenagers in a closed changing room together. you’d gathered your hair to one side and turned around, and stiles had felt all the air leave his lungs. 

this dress’s zipper started at your tailbone so the entirety of your back was exposed to him, causing his erection to pulse, almost painfully now. he approached you slowly, his hands shaking as one of them gripped the tiny metallic zipper. he placed the other one’s open, sweaty palm on the fabric over your shoulder, being careful to not grip down. as he started to tug on the zipper it was giving him a lot more resistance than he expected. 

you ordered him to stand closer and pull harder, as the dress was tight and wouldn’t close easily. stiles had complied and tried his best to keep his brain from melting out of his ears at this entirely unexpected close contact. he had been even less successful at keeping the precum from leaking from his cock, which was now screaming at him to close the short distance between you two. when the dress was finally zipped up and you turned to face him, his face was bright red and he breathlessly excused himself to the bathroom.

stiles needed a release and couldn’t wait until he got back home; this shopping trip was already hours long and he couldn’t stand to be this hard around you for even another second. so he dropped his pants in the first open stall he saw and wrapped his shaking hand around his cock, pumping desperately. 

he pictured that silver zipper moving in reverse, downwards, and then the dress being removed entirely, forgotten on his bedroom floor as he explored more of your skin than he’d ever seen before. he came nauseatingly quickly, in one thick spurt that he’d actually had the forethought to aim into the toilet. 

as he came down from his rushed orgasm, stiles gave himself a few more slow pumps from his well-experienced right hand and it finally dawned on him how pathetically perverted he was. that he had to resort to jacking off in the stall of a mall restroom to be able to function around you for the rest of the day. he’d vowed never to go shopping with you again.

“i’d say i’d need a solid seven or so,” allison muses, clearly giving the prospect some thought, “if it weren’t for him, obviously,” she smiles sweetly at her boyfriend’s brooding figure.

“my girlfriend is a connoisseur of deadly weapons, so i’m staying out of this,” issac continues modestly, leaning in to kiss allison on the cheek. the gesture is sweet but also definitively off topic, so you turn your gaze to the twins.

“sweetheart, if i could get drunk, i’d need to be blackout to sleep with you. i haven’t looked at a girl since i discovered young leo dicaprio in like, the fourth grade,” ethan retorts playfully.

“if i could get drunk, i’d only need like, three drinks to fuck you,” aiden chimes in boldly, wagging his eyebrows suggestively at you. you deadpan at him.

“that wouldn’t count even if you weren’t a werewolf; you’d fuck anything with a pulse and two X chromosomes,” you drawl venomously. for the upteenth time, you turn your eyes back to stiles.

“stiles, please. you’re the only guy at this table that isn’t taken or a cursed-to-be-sober werewolf. how many shots would you have to take to fuck me? i’m just curious; i won’t be offended if the answer is like, fifty,” you chuckle.

stiles chuckles as well, for an entirely different reason. his dick is rock-hard in his sweatpants and you think it might take him fifty shots to want to fuck you? now that’s laughable.

of course, he can’t tell you the real answer, which is a resounding zero. he would want to fuck you after a night of blissful sleep, completely stone-cold sober, at nine o’clock in the morning but if he said that you’d almost certainly sic the literal pack of wolves at this table on him. he searches his mind for an acceptable number of drinks that would make it ok for him to reveal he wants to fuck you when his friends suddenly chime in, their comments snowballing into an avalanche that threatens to bury stiles alive.

“come on stiles, y/n’s hot. surely it wouldn’t take that many,” lydia goads in a sing-song voice.

oh i’m aware that y/n is hot. i’m so aware, lydia, that most nights i moan her name out loud as i cum into my hand.

“yeah, you’re a teenage boy. all teenage boys are stupidly horny,” allison chimes in, backing up her friend as she shoots wild eyes at issac, clearly aware of this trait in her own boyfriend.

all teenage boys are stupidly horny, allison, and i am stupidly horny for y/n, thanks for seeing right through me.

“that’s true,” issac concurs with a mischievous smile.

“can’t argue with that,” scott agrees with a slight nod.

“glad i’m not the only one,” aiden jokes with a smirk.

“so, stiles, you gonna answer or just sit there like an idiot?” jackson quips, his confidence clearly recovered from the verbal blow you dealt him earlier. stiles’s eyes narrow.

“are you gonna answer jackson?” stiles spits. he knows that comment is a low blow considering his girlfriend is practically sitting on top of him but he’s desperate to turn the attention away from himself.

“y/n’s not my type. i prefer redheads,” jackson pinches lydia’s hip and leans in to kiss her, ending his participation in this discussion.

“and thank god for that because i don’t understand why lydia doesn’t find him repulsive,” you reply, returning your eye contact with stiles. “i’ll tell you how many drinks it’d take me to fuck you, stiles, if that’ll help,” you continue slyly.

stiles’s heart begins to race at just the thought of there being a bar to cross that might get you to fuck him. his mouth has gone too dry to speak, which actually isn’t too much of a problem because his brain is entirely drawing blanks as to how to respond to the most terrifying, wonderful sentence you’ve ever said to him.

“uh…ok. how many drinks would it take, y/n?” stiles finally asks in the most even, non-desperate tone his perverted mind can muster in this moment. whatever the answer is, as soon as the lunch bell rings he will be racing to the nearest bathroom to relieve himself over it. precum is already sliding down his agonizingly erect tip and it takes every ounce of self-control he possesses not to start stroking himself through his sweatpants right then and there.

“hmm,” you hum, your eyes raking over stiles in an analytical manner. your friends are all only half-listening now, with most of them breaking off into separate, two-person conversations on the side. stiles has your undivided attention and he’s probably the only person who will remember your answer to this question anyways.

“i’d say i’d need like six shots and a few beers in me to try and fuck you, stiles,” you say with indifference. an awfully specific answer, but stiles’s mind is already delusionally spiralling. you could be quite the heavy drinker at parties and you’d easily clear that many at one of lydia’s house parties. what would happen if he actually tried? is this just a hypothetical? or is this a legitimate bar to cross?

“why that many?” stiles squeaks out, trying not to sound desperate.

“i don’t know,” you shake your head and keep your gaze fixed on a spot far away, above stiles’s head, “i mean, you’re cute and all dude, don’t get me wrong. but you’re pretty awkward. if i wanted to fuck up our whole friend group dynamic i’d have to be drunk enough to not remember all the bad jokes you’d probably make,” you explain evenly, ending with a snort.

stiles’s ears are ringing. he can’t decide which emotion is more intense; the deep, swooning pride swelling in his chest at the ‘cute’ comment or the pit-in-his-stomach embarrassment at the ‘awkward’ comment. he’s also still impossibly hard, which adds an extra level of confusion to the cocktail of emotions brewing in his addled mind.

“that’s fair,” he responds somewhat softly. giving that you just gave him an incredibly detailed answer that he was trying not to etch into the walls of his mind as a tutorial for later, he finally feels confident enough to try to answer back.

“i think i’d need about the same,” he starts, his voice betraying him with a crack on the last syllable. he pauses, before deciding to be bold; “probably a few less though. i am a horny teenage boy, after all,”

“true true. so let’s go with like, 5 shots even, then?” you ask with a dazzling smile that somehow makes stiles’s knees weak even though he’s seated.

“yeah,” he nods sheepishly, his dick throbbing along with the movement of his head. if he doesn’t get his hand wrapped around himself in the next few minutes, he might just cum in his pants. the images of you letting him fuck you after a booze-filled party is almost too much to bear. and then, as if god himself wanted to give him an out, the bell rings.

“y/n you are seriously strange. i don’t know how you come up with these questions,” lydia asks with a disgusted look on her face, as the entire group stands and collects their things to leave.

“yeah how’d we even get on the topic in the first place?” scott asks.

“we were talking about lydia’s party this weekend and then about some of the worst things we’ve done while drunk. then allison said she tried to hook up with a friend while she was drunk once like a year ago and that prompted me to ask how many drinks it’d take all of us to hook up with each other,” you rattled off, grabbing your backpack and your ridiculously large, pink metal water bottle.

“oh yeah the party this weekend,” aiden interjects loudly. “well i guess we’ll have to put your theory to the test, huh stiles?” he claps stiles on the shoulder, sending an unpleasant lurch through his already on-edge body. aiden is the last person he wants to be touching him right now, as he holds a large notebook in front of his crotch and prepares to make a beeline for the bathroom, lest he blow his load right now onto this poor college-ruled writing apparatus.

“what theory?” he manages to question in a low voice that’s thick with lust. aiden doesn’t notice and continues.

“the drink theory! you and y/n are both single. lets see if she’ll really fuck you after a couple of shots,” he finishes devilishly, catching the door to the lunch room from the person in front of him and holding it for you to walk through. aiden relishes in being the instigator, but it doesn’t seem to phase you.

“stiles, if we fuck this weekend, promise me it won’t ruin our friendship?” you ask in a sugary sweet voice that’s dripping with sarcasm. it doesn’t matter though. the pent-up hormones racing through stiles’s body don’t care if you’re joking or not. his cock twitches and even more precum slides down his bricked shaft. he’s seriously starting to believe that all the blood that’s supposed to be in his brain is in his dick right now. 

he weakly whispers “no promises” under his breath as he ducks into the nearest bathroom, leaving you to wonder aloud to your friends why the fuck he exited the conversation so quickly. then ethan tugs on your shirt sleeve to ask you a question about the math homework from the pre-calc class you share and your mind moves on.

stiles doesn't though.

finally. he thinks to himself as he pulls down his sweatpants and now-sticky boxers with record speed in the locked stall. the warmth of his hand around his aching cock after so many torturous minutes of it pulsing untouched in his pants almost makes him cum instantaneously.

he strokes himself furiously, finally feeling the knot in his stomach start to unwind after being driven insane by your words fueling his fantasies. he grabs a left handful of toilet paper, anticipating his sticky finish.

when he finally blows his load in strong, thick streams into the too-thin toilet paper, he has to bite down on his bottom lip to suppress the moan that so desperately wants to escape his lips. he tries to come to his senses quickly, flushing the toilet paper, pulling his pants back up and washing his hands feverishly in the sink.

as he leaves the bathroom, only one thought occupies his mind.

if y/n lets me fuck her this weekend, i’ll never complain about anything ever again.

[bl0gnymph]

thoughts?

-based on a convo me and my friend had earlier.

Issac is definitely the most bottom-top out there. JUST IMAGINE. Sweet missionary sex with him, gentle thrusts slowly get more jerky and rough as he gets closer. His head falls to your shoulder with just little whimpers of “mm doing so good for me.” UGHHH. Alternatively, you ride him while he gets all needy and grips your hips moving you to meet his thrusts, and every time you jump up and down on his dick with force he whimpers and lets out little gasps.

I will write a full piece later but just take this as a gift for now.

[lattezzsposts]

𝐓𝐒𝐀𝐒. ISSAC GARCIA

CHAPTER THREE

eleanor

jackie had showed us what happened to hair this morning, issac had told her there was a bet happening to see if she would go to school with bleached hair or not go to school at all. i knew none of the boys were happy, well most of them weren’t, happy about her moving in but i did not think it would so far to elaborate a bet on her. “ it doesn’t look so bad ” april was doing a terrible job at lying to her, she was always a terrible liar. i glanced at her, letting her know to stop talking. “ it just needs a little hair dye ” i commented as the other girls nodded. whispers around us started to go around.

everyone was talking about jackie hanging out with us, paige in particular was not happy. unlike her, jackie didn’t need to sleep around with a boy to up her social status. she had us to do it for her. “ could you come over to help me? ” jackie glanced at me. i glanced at her and the others, they were waiting for my answer. “ i have to pick up jules from school ” i replied as taylor had rolled her eyes at my response. “ i will pick up jules and you go over to help jackie. maybe, spend time with fine ass boy named issac ” she grinned as i glared at her.

all of them knew of issac helping me yesterday and they all swear that issac and i would make cute couple. i don’t see it. sage motioned down the hallway, issac was walking with lee. nathan, and danny. before i could respond, a guy from 9th grade had approached me. he was nervous and he glanced behind him, i guess his friends were giving him encouragement to ask me out. “ uh, i-i, hi kenny. i was wondering if you’d like to go on date with me ” he scratched the back of his nervously, his free hand had a dandelion for me.

the walters had stopped a couple of lockers away, watching our interaction. i glanced back at the freshman, preparing to reject him. i hardly accepted date offers from guys. i wanted to talk with the person, to have a true conversation before accepting to go on a date with them. none of the guys at the school could understand that. “ nice try, you should probably walk away now ” issac had beaten me to the rejection and the freshman’s eyes widened.

issac had a reputation at school, a reputation for getting all the girls. “ o-oh, sorry ” the freshman mumbled before walking off disappointed. my eyes glanced at issac. i could not believe he just rejected him for me. “ why did you do that? what if i was going to accept his date offer? ” i stated, a little annoyed. his arms removing themselves from my shoulder and his hand wrapped around my waist instead. “ because i know you, you won’t accept a guys date offer unless you have a true conversation with them first. i also know that if you want to be asked out then it would be pink roses because they’re your favorite ” issac stated.

my jaw was on the floor, issac knew all of those things about me. i have never told anyone why i wanted never accepted date offers from anyone nor have i told any walter my favorite flower. “ how- ” i started to say but he had already walked away with the others. i was still in shocked, how in the hell did issac know those things? “ well, i think that sums everything up ” sage laughed. i needed to know how he knew. “ we have class to get to ” i mumbled, linking arms with sage and kaia. we had the same class, while taylor and april had class with jackie, grace, and kiley. we had gone our different ways but i was still thinking about issac.

all three of us had walked into english class, paige was staring at us like we’re the damn plague or something. she did not like us very much and we did not like her either. she especially didn’t like us because we’re hanging out with jackie. kaia rolled her eyes at paige. kaia was the fighter out of us, she was not afraid to back down from a fight. speaking of people not liking us, paige had two best friends. one of them we could tolerate and the other one was the biggest bitch of them all, madeline.

she hops around guys more than cole hops around girls. she was nicknamed as the “ slutty frog ” because that’s how much she goes from bed to bed. she’s always tried to get with one of the walter brothers but none of them would take her shit, not even cole took it and that’s saying something. we’ve always been rivals because everything i did, she had to do it but always came out second to me. when i started cheerleading, she started and when i started soccer, she started the next week. when i did violin, she did that as well. i remember when we both tried out for first chair and i got it, the look on her face was funny.

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katherine had returned home and she was not happy. according to her, jackie had gone to see her at work and in the amidst of everything had told her about the bet that issac mentioned to her in the morning. she was not happy at all and cole and jackie were not back yet. we're all sitting at the dinner table, well most of us were sitting and eating. it was dead silence as i sat beside lee, it had been a couple hours since jackie and cole were supposed to be home.

this was so awkward and i wanted to leave. the door opened and cole walked in with jackie. " is there anything left? cause i'm starving " cole asked as he walked into the dinning room. he grabbed some food and started to eat it. " you know you're supposed to call if you're running late, i mean that's the whole reason you have a phone " george spoke up.

" where have you guys been? " katherine asked. i kept my head down and continued to eat. cole had answered that jackie and him went to the watering hole and lost track of time. jackie was saying something was but interrupted by george. he was asking cole if he knew anything about a bet with issac.

" no. no, does not ring a bell " cole answered defensively. the way he answered just proved he knew about it. " i didn't catch that " george stated. as katherine had the look of disappointment on her face. " seriously, cole? " she asked. i glanced to jackie as she was in shock. cole sighed and brushed it off like it was nothing. " it was just a joke, okay? " he defended.

his words earning a gasp from jackie, i guess she did not know that cole was involved. it was quiet for a moment and then alex spoke up. " maybe ask jordan what he's got on camera " he pointed out. jordan, issac, and lee were mad that alex just basically called them out. danny was disappointed in jordan for catching it on camera.

katherine glanced over to jackie with an apologetic look. " jackie, i don't even know what to say " jackie shook her head and looked at katherine with a small smile. " i have to fix my hair, penny are you coming? " she glanced over to me as i nodded and walked over to her. both of walking towards the stairs so we could fix her hair together.

she was ranting to me about where she was with cole, i was so surprised that cole was actually helping her by keeping her away until the others calmed down. jackie was asking me questions about the walters if they’re always liked this. i mentioned that it was hard for them to get news of a girl moving in. they weren’t used to having her around and probably just picking on her because she’s new. i told her just to give it some more time for them to warm up.

[riruk4]

Hey uhhh let’s stop putting oc fanfics under the xreader hashtag please😔😭

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

Would you do something with either Eddie Munson or Miguel O’Hara either one where them and the reader have Morticia & Gomez Addams vibes?? Like he’s just so in love with her he doesn’t care what anyone thinks about him just drooling over everything she does.

a/n: ohh, gomez addams... light of my life... the man who's set all the standards...

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“Oh, cara mia,” Miguel planted himself next to you on the fainting couch, “to see you like this… I feel as if I can’t breathe… and not in a good way…” plucking your hand up in his, he pleaded, “whatever can I do to get you out of these blues? Do you want to hold a seance? Could that help?”

“No…” you sighed, woe overflowing in your tone, “the moon unfortunately won’t be full for another week…”

“Shall I fetch you a goat to sacrifice?”

“No…” you once again echoed, letting your empty gaze flutter to the window where rain hammered against the panes. 

“How about I kidnap you some useless young man, chain him down in the basement and let you torture him however you please?”

“Oh, darling…” a flicker of light returned to your gaze as you found Miguel’s stare, “I do love coping with ennui in a creative manner… could you perhaps find one named Chad?”

“I’ll scour every inch of this earth till I find one for you,” he swiftly brought the back of your palm up to his lips in a fevered kiss, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”

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