#daniel sharman smut

[desislavaiconomova2]

#daniel sharman smut

[salliesimpkins]

“I like you a lot”

Isaac lahey x fem!Reader

TW: Smut, oral (fem receiving), use of pet names, claws, nipple play

+16 read at your own risk. I’m not your mommy A/N: first smut to write + english isn’t my first lang word count: 2.5K

You were at school, leaning against your locker. smiling at and laughing with Stiles, until you caught Isaac glaring at you across the hall, visibly upset.

"alright Stiles I've got to go now, I'll see ya" you walked away after Stiles nodded and walked to Scott, and you made your way to Isaac.

"hey" you flashed him a smile and he blushed. How could he not? he thought you were the most beautiful thing ever.

The beta glanced over Stiles before turning back to you. "hey.." he spoke softly.

"Just tired... I uhh, I’ve got a lot on my mind lately" he said slowly and softly, not wanting to ruin this moment between you two.

You nodded slowly, feeling bad for him. "well you know, you can always talk to me" you said softly, reassuring him that he's got someone by his side.

You watched him closely as he looked at you quietly, and you didn't want to rush him to speak, you knew how sensitive Isaac is. It made him feel pathetic when he opened up to anyone or asked for help, that's what his dad has taught him. That a man is a man, boys don't cry, but Isaac knew you, he loved you, trusted you, and he knew your listen and get him anytime.

"I've just been going back.. thinking about my family" He looked down as his expression softened.

"oh" you whispered softly and placed your hand on the boy's back, rubbing it gently. "I know you've suffered from your dad your whole life, but his death Isn’t your fault".

Isaac flinched, but he didn't move away from you. Even though your gesture was tiny, it felt huge to him, It made him on top of the world. He let out a soft sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "I know... I just-" he paused, unsure if he can keep going or not, but he really counted on you, so he kept going. "I didn't even cry at the funeral and everyone thinks I don't care, that I was wishing the whole time i'd get rid of him, and the problem is.. it's true. I was relieved that he's dead"

"Honey listen to me" you took a step closer, placing both your hands on his shoulder. "your dad used to lock you in a freezer. that night.. that night he hurt you and you ran like any other night, because you didn't know what he would die" you then place your hand on isaac's cheek, caressing it softly "you were just scared, you did nothing wrong"

Isaac paused for a moment and leaned into your touched as he shivered. The relief he felt when his father died was a burden to him, but he knew you were saying the truth so he bit his lip thoughtfully. He wanted to say that your hand felt to right on his skin, but he didn't and rubbed his face with his hand then looked at you hesitantly as he spoke. "I- Iwas scared" his voice trembled as he stammered softly, making you unsure if he meant you to hear him. he slowly smiled at you softly and leaned into your touch again, causing his breath to hitch.

you sighed softly as you try to build up some courage and confidence to ask him to go out with you, but you were too scared that he'd turn you down so you just looked quietly at the ground until you heard a familiar 5 taps on the locker next to you and looked to the direction to see lydia. She must have noticed your flustered face because she tilted her head at Isaac and winked at you. You two have been talking about it and she was eager for you to confess to him, and apparently she was so sure Isaac wouldn't let you down for a reason she wouldn't tell.

you snapped out of my trance as Isaac cleared his throat and looked at the same direction you were just looking at, except there was nobody there.

"sorry about that. I was just wondering if you would want to go home with me? I mean-" You paused and took a deep breath. "why don't you come over and we can just.. relax?" you asked nervously as he just looked at you quietly. "Scott's sneaking out with Allison again and our mom won't be home until ten.. so I was thinking if you'd want to just come over instead of staying alone or with Derek, he could be lame sometimes" I chuckle nervously and put on a fake confident grin.

Isaac stayed quiet for a moment or two, taking in your words, and he thought there was no way he could turn that down, the thought of you and him alone in the house with no distractions. He knew he wanted it but he wasn't sure if you did. if you were just doing him a favour because you felt bad, but he decided to push his paranoia to the side and smiled at you softly with a blush on his cheek, nodding. "I'd like that, if you're okay with it"

"ahh perfect! we are gonna have so much fun! we can watch the notebook too if you want to, or maybe cook or play or just" you pause for a second or two, not wanting to creep Isaac out with your sudden excitement. "we could just.. chill you know?" You looked up at him with a smile.

The two of you walked to your house, as Stiles has already left with his jeep, and while you were walking you felt Isaac's hand brush against yours until he took it in, intertwining your fingers together. you could feel how his hand shakes softly and you knew his stomach was probably flipping, he was a nervous wreck.

You held his hand confidently the way home until you reached it and opened the front door for the two of you. After walking in, you turned to Isaac and smiles. "do you wanna stay in the living room, or go to my room? or we can even cook something!" you asked excitedly.

"Your room...?" He asked hesitantly. Your room was usually off limits, that's where you go to relax on your own, away from the pack. He couldn't deny how much he wanted to be there with you. But part of him knows it won't end at just being in your room. Not that he had a problem but that he was worried from Scott's reaction if he knew Isaac was in his sister's room alone in the house. Scott and Isaac were best friends and Isaac didn't want to risk it, but he still loved you.

you saw the look on isaac's face as he started to look overwhelmed, and more anxious than he was, so you decided to cool it down. "I mean it's okay but if you don't want to that's fine. we can sit in the living room" you shrugged, leaving the decision for him to make as you looked at his eyes.

Isaac nodded slowly, looking at your lips then your eyes. "your room" he said softly and carelessly. He wanted to be with you alone. he didn't care what scott would think, he didn't care what the whole pack would think, he only cared about you and being with you, he wanted you.

you smiled and tilted your head for him to follow you. you walked past Scott's room until you reached your room then you walked to the bed, After taking off your shoes, sitting on the bed, then patting on the space next to you for Isaac to sit on.

Isaac followed you to your room, closing his door behind him. His heart skipped a beat when you asked him to sit next to you and the only thing he could think of is how nervous he is. he looked at you and he thought you look so vulnerable, sitting alone waiting for him to join you, so he took a few steps, trying to regulate his breath before sitting next to you. He was so close and nervous, slowly turning his neck to look at you.

"so.. what would you like to do?" you asked softly, trying to make sure he's not uncomfortable.

Isaac looked at you and for the first time he has walked in the room, he didn't know what to say. A part of him wanted to kiss you and see what happened but he didn't want to make you pressured, and he didn't want to risk kissing Scott's sister, he was the leader of the pack, so he let the silence between you linger before he decided to break the ice.

"can I be honest with you?" he stressed.

"of course, I won't judge" i nodded in reassurance

Isaac struggles to speak so he leans closer to you. He just wants you to understand him, he needs you to know how he feels, what he's been thinking of, but it's hard for someone like him, someone whom emotions always were rejected. He took a deep breath and leaned closer as his eyes fluttered between your lips and eyes then he opened his mouth to speak but he failed so he looked one more time at you before smashing his lips on yours as he moved one hand on the back of your neck as the other ran over your back to your hips, pulling your whole body into his lap while you froze in shock before pulling him closer, cupping his cheeks while you kissed him back with the same amounts of passion.

After a few moments he pulls away, and looks at you in shock, he had expected everything other than you kissing him back.

"I'm sorry. I probably shouldn't have kissed you and if scott finds out he's gonna kill me and-" you cut him off pulling him in another kiss, slowly pushing him to lay down as you move on top of him.

"Scott doesn't have to know" you whispered pulling him in a deeper kiss that made him forget everything.

he was in a daze as he pulled away from you. "you look so beautiful when you kiss me like that" he said softly with a soft smirk that caused you to blush.

He smiled softly as he gently ran his fingers thorough your hair. "you're so beautiful you know? it's just so hard to focus on anything else when we are like that, when you're with me. We can take this as slow as you want"

you pulled him for a kiss in response, breaking it as you smiling against lips, and he moaned softly, slipping his hands under your shirt, caressing your soft skin.

"i want this. you. Right here, right now, But I also don't want to hurt you so tell me what you want, darling." he whisper in your ear as his breath hit your neck, causing you to shiver.

"i want you, please" you whined and pulled him into another kiss as your tongue begged for entrance in his mouth. he let out a soft involuntary moan, as his caresses on your back got faster. His tongue danced with your and he began to grind on you, making you feel the hard bulge in his jeans that rubbed your throbbing pussy, until you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, pushing him up by his chest, reaching to his shirt, playing with a soft fabric slowly. He sat up on his knees in front of you between your legs, taking off his shirt. You looked up at him, slowly placing the balm of your hand on his chest, tracing your finger over it to his stomach. He let out a low groan while he watched you trace your fingers over his chest, his muscles tensed under your touch.

"you're killing me honey" He whispered, moving closer to you as he kissed your neck slowly, then he sat up again as his hands found their way between your legs. Should undo your bra, or maybe start with these pants?" he teased, and sprung his claws out, moving them swiftly above you, tearing off your clothes.

"i loved that set" you pouted and he smirked

"i'll get you new ones" he pulled your clothes off your body, tossing them away on the floor with his shirt.

He smirked when he saw the blush on your face when you looked away, leaning down to your neck. "don't be shy baby" he whispered, before tracing kissed down your collarbone.

you moaned softly, moving your hands to caress his back softly and he let out a sigh against your skin. His hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly, kissing lower and lower. His kisses and nibbles reached your chest, taking a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking around it while he groped the other one with his hand, pinching the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger teasingly.

"I love you, so much" He showered your stomach with smooches and pecks, until his mouth found your slit, running his tongue through your wetness, humming in satisfaction. "so wet baby" he flicked your clit with his tongue as you struggled to answer him back, running your fingers through his hair as you pulled them gently. He took one of his hand, wrapping it around my waist to keep me down while he slid a finger in you with the other, slowly and gently, causing you to moan softly.

he sucked your clit harder making you pull his hair tightly, causing him to moan which vibrates against your pussy as his fingers go faster, feeling you clench around them, sucking them in. "Fuck Isaac" you whined. "i'm so close" you whispered, wondering if he even heard you, then he confirmed as he added a finger in, moving his fingers in a scissoring motion, stretching you out as you pull his hair tighter. "Isaac!" you warned, and he understood as you reached your climax, coating his fingers with your cum while he kept his gaze on you then he pulled them out, lapping at your pussy hungrily, taking in your juices.

"you're so sweet baby" he moved up to kiss you as you taste your own arousal. He pulled away from the kiss and you bit your lip, panting for air and you moved your hand to his head, pulling him back down to kiss you, you couldn't get enough of him.

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hope you guys liked this 🎀

#Spotify #isaac lahey #daniel sharman #isaac x reader #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x y/n #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf imagine #smut #teen wolf prompt #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #allison argent #cursed #the weeping monk #kol mikaelson #lorenzo de medici #medici the magnificent #lana del rey

[isaacmcscarf]

Warnings: smut, f recieving

It was supposed to be a regular study session. Isaac had been facing some problems with Chemistry and being the amazing girlfriend you are, you offered to help.

And it did begin with the two of you studying, but when you two started making out was a great question.

Your back arched as Isaac went down placing kisses on your bare chest to your stomach. You closed your eyes and sighed in bliss. Isaac placed a kiss above your belly button and started undoing the buttons of your jean shorts.

As soon as the clothing was discarded, the beta wolf did not hesitate to spread your legs apart. He softly littered kisses on your inner thighs, sucking on the skin lightly and then licking the spot.You panted heavily as your fingers reached down to circle your clit.

"Ah ah ah" Isaac pulled your hand away. "If I'm right here so why do that?" you almost whined.

"Isaac please" he bit his lip as felt his jeans tightening.

He dived his mouth into your heat, sucking on your outside walls and kissing your clit.He swiped your cunt with tongue, going painfully slow.

You whimpered when he started circling your clit and fastened his mouth movements.You grinded your hips against him when he decided to insert his fingers.

You moaned at how good his tongue and fingers felt inside you.His long fingers hit the right spots and his tongue never stopped.

You held the back of your thighs, giving him more access.Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt yourself close

."Isaac I'm close" You could feel your holes contracting which just gave you more pleasure. Isaac fastened his action and you almost scream.

You panted as you finally came undone.Isaac stood up and wiped his mouth with back of his hand and hopped onto the bed beside you.

"You okay?" you hummed and smiled.

#daniel sharman #isaac lahey #teen wolf #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey headcanon #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey smut

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

2 Of A Kind Ch. 3

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +SMUT (read at your own risk. I'm nobody's mom) +Fem receiving

There may or may not be a part 4... need to see how people feel about it. ALSO! Shoutout to all the GIF makers out there for giving me so many options and I love you all... I still feel the need to use the same one repeatedly, but you all help me fight that urge!

This is made for THIS anon request!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

“Can I help you with that?”

Troy’s eyes grew dark, feeling his senses begin to tunnel into her and her alone. The woman merely smiled, adjusting herself under the blanket to the side. Her cheeks burned with a fury of confusion and anticipation as she stared back into the blue eyes watching her. “I mean-” Troy shuffled his feet lazily towards the right side of the mattress, closest to the woman. “You helped me so it’s only polite of me to offer my assistance. That is - if you want me to help. Not to be frank but, I could do a bit better than what you were doing.” Troy cocked his head to the side with a crooked smile when the woman scoffed exaggeratingly at his remark. It had been some time, if ever, that anyone had made him feel like this.

Powerful.

“Come’er,” She whispered to him, a voice sending shivers down his spine, but Troy followed her order. The mattress slunk down from his weight, dipping the two into one pothole in the middle. Her fingers ghosted over his hand, the wound on it open to the warm air. His eyes flinched at the sting that rang up his extremity as she placed the hand to her lips, gently kissing the inflamed skin while looking up at him through dark eyelashes. with a twist of his hand, Troy caressed the woman’s cheek, feeling the heat radiate from her dewy skin. Their eyes never broke until Troy lowered his gaze to her lips, softer than he thought they’d be, swiping one calloused digit across the delicate flesh.

With a smooth lick of his lips, Troy initiated the kiss. Pressing his flesh upon her own, feeling her warmth and hearing the ever-so-silent moan that escaped her lips against his. He thought about going slow. He thought about taking it easy with her and not being so forceful, but the sound she made turned him into something more than he thought he was. Deepening the kiss, Troy licked at her bottom lip begging for permission.

Denied.

He could feel her lips pull at the sides, smirking against his touch. This was a game.

A hand found its way to the base of her neck, his fingers dancing along her spine until she felt his way into her hair. Troy took a handful of lush locks, pulling it into a fist. Her body began to arch as her neck pulled back just enough to gain his awaiting tongue entry. His body began to barrel over her as she was lost in the feelings. She wasn’t one to ever relinquish control… yet, here she was. Allowing a stranger control over her body, and she liked it.

As Troy’s tongue ventured into the walls of her mouth, his free hand found its way up her chest, burning fingerprints into the skin he began to expose. With one final nip to her bottom lip, Troy backed away, his lips at least. His eyes regained control again, watching her once-hardened eyes turn soft and needy. The look she gave him through those dark eyelashes gave him the feeling of warmth… possessive… needed.

Fully collapsing into the soft sheet below, the woman gave up her fight. His touch felt too good to push away.

Watching his head dip below her chin, she felt his lips once again burn into her skin, just below her collarbone. His tongue swirled with small suctions traveling lower and lower. His nimble fingers pulled the blanket she was hiding under exposing both breasts to his full view. Troy glanced up, his fingers pinching the sensitive skin of her nipples.

He wanted to see her face as she let him do everything he wanted.

He wanted to see her vulnerable. He wanted to see her as his.

After a little while, he couldn’t take it any longer. Seeing her skin raised in goosebumps and her nipples formed into full points, Troy replaced his fingers with his lips. He hadn’t thought he had an oral fixation before, but the way his cock begged for his lips to have her, any part of her, was beginning to make the brunette re-think that. Her voice jumped when he sucked in a breath against her, biting harder than he had before. Her fingers weaved through the curly locks on Troy’s scalp, tugging ever so much with each moan that escaped her. Troy hadn’t realized that his hand had already found her most sensitive region until she shook under his grasp.

“Wait-wait-wait-wait!” She exclaimed, her fingers lifting his chin to look back at her. “If you’re going there, then I need something other than ‘fuck-boy’ to scream. So what’ll it be?”

Troy smirked, a devilish smirk, with one arm under his weight to keep him raised above her form. The hand that was at her core swiped the saliva from his lips before ghosting down her body, once more resting where he could see a glint of her slick dripping from. His eyes watched her skin react to his touch the entire time, her scars rough and coarse before his fingertips met more soft skin. He thought about toying with her, prolonging her wait for any form of identity of him, but he wanted to hear his name echo on those walls just as bad as she wanted sweet release.

“I’m Troy.”

As soon as he spoke, Troy delved two fingers into her core. Her hands fisted into his hair as he did so. He watched as her entire body arched from the mattress and her lips enchanted the delight of moaning his name. Enjoying the sight before him, Troy watched as she came to orgasm. His digits glided in and out of her sodden core, stretching the walls of her pussy farther with each spasm she had. As she began to clamp down, his thumb rubbed circles through her clit, only causing even more mess as she finally climaxed with a squirt of fluids soaking the bedding below her sweat-slickened skin.

She was a mess, a hot uncontrollable mess as she came back down from her high. She had completely forgotten she was even in company until she felt one strong arm tighten over her belly and soft curls itch across her cheeks. Troy knew she needed a little time, so kept himself busy making bruises to last her a few days on her neck. Once he felt her heart rate slow against his touch, he pulled back to look upon the magnificent work he had done. One arm, again held him up as the other moved slickened hair from the woman’s face. His eyes peered over her lips as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from dazing before meeting her watchful gaze.

“I suppose I should thank you.” She spoke quietly, much softer than normal. Her mouth upturned into a shy smile before turning to look at the ceiling. Troy chuckled tenderly. This woman wasn’t at all who he thought she would be as he peeled back layer after layer.

“There’s no need, I’m here to help, ma’am.”

Troy rolled over to the edge of the mattress, swinging his legs over the side. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome so he figured it was off to the couch for another night. Then, a soft touch wrapped around his wrist.

“Why are you leaving? Did I-”

“I didn’t want to overstay or put you in a position to ask me to leave.”

Troy looked back at the woman from over his shoulder. She sat where he had left her, trying to hide her modesty behind entwined arms and legs. The look she returned was not one that he had assumed he would get. Her coy smile beckoned his feet to not move. Her eyes were like a siren making any thought he had of leaving melt away.

“I’m grateful, I truly am -” her hand that was on his wrist weaved through a belt loop, tugging at the fabric, “- I need more, Troy. And given by how tight those pants have gotten, I think you need more too.”

#troy otto #fear the walking dead #troy otto fanfic #troy otto x reader #troy otto smut #troy otto x oc #ftwd fanfic #ftwd #daniel sharman fic #smut #fem receiving

[mrsarnasdelicious]

Kinktober Day 18 (Belated)

Isaac Lahey - A/B/O

Randomised Character/Person - Prompt from this list

Your Beta whines, nosing at your scent gland. "Alpha please." He moans. You smell that he is in heat, which is rare in Beta's, but not uncommon. It is a very enticing scent. You can hardly resist him.

"I need you." He whines. "Isaac, I shouldn't. I am your Alpha." You whisper. "Please, please." He rutts against your thighs.

It could fuck up the pack structure if you indulge him.

But you are so sorely tempted.

You feel how hard he is through his joggers. "I ... oh please." He licks along your jaw, whimpering loudly. You can't help a soft moan. His touch feels so good. You tangle your fingers into his honey coloured curls. Isaac groans, pressing his face in the nape of your neck and inhales deeply. He moans again, desperately.

You gently slip your hand on his joggers. he is not wearing boxers. "Ooooh Alpha." He moans desperatley. He rutts against your hand and you curl your fingers around him. He whimpers, kissing and licking at your neck. "Please... I need you." He breathes. He tugs at your clothes. His uncapped nails catch in the fabric of your pj shirt and he tears it to shreds.

"Oh yes." He moans, shoving his face between your breasts. "Hmm, Isaac." You sigh softly. His scent is genuinly getting to you. You want him, too. He mouths at your breast and you moan sweetly for him. "Alpha please." He begins to shimmy out of his joggers and you very quickly find out he is not wearing boxers. And he is already drooling precum and slick.

"I need you." Isaac whines.

He tugs at your clothes, while sealing his lips around a nipple. You moan, carding your fingers into his curls. You let him pull down your pj bottoms. He rips your panties to tatters in his haste to get to you. His fingers dance carefully over your folds, to caress your clit and push one digit inside you. You moan, pulling his hair.

"Let me inside you, please. I need to fuck you, I need to feel your knot." Isaac all but sobs.

You roll onto your back, pull him on top of you. "Thank you Alpha, thank you, thank you." He thrusts against you, his cock bumping against your thigh. You gently help him line up. Isaac whines as he feels your wet heat and pushes forward. He slowly sheats himself. "Good boy, my sweet Beta, good boy Isaac." You praise him. You feel him so deep inside you that he's almost hitting your cervix. "Such a good boy for me." You moan. Isaac moans in reply.

"Do it, fuck me. Be a good Beta for me." You cooe. "Yes, Alpha, I will. I will be a good boy for you." Isaac moans.

And he fucks you, hard and desperate.

#Isaac Lahey #Isaac Lahey x Reader #Daniel Sharman #Teen Wolf #smut under the cut

[debnamwrites]

okay, gonna try to actually make a decent plotting call this time which i've been meaning to do for awhile but was mobile when i came off hiatus SO here we go here's the short version (long version is after the read more thingy): looking for long-term writing partners who will match my energy and excitement about our plots and characters (surprisingly hard to find for some reason????) and hopefully if we vibe ooc & ic then we can just be fuckin rp besties who throw plots and muses at each other w/o a second thought and luv writing together<33 rn i'm dying for more f/f plots but i'm also fine with m/f and m/m esp if we have multiple plots sooooo pls hit that like button or (preferably) slide into my dms even if we've previously talked / tried to plot / have written together before pls still hmu idc if one of us dropped off the face of the earth i get it life happens :)

OK SO. 21+ and discord only pls. i'm semi-selective now just bc i want ppl who match my energy/excitement about our plot/characters like if u give me nothing to work with in ur replies i'll probs not respond. i'm v v comfortable writing smut (even kinky, taboo kind of shit) but pls don't take that as a deal breaker i'm cool with no smut/fade to black just lemme know :) (also just a warning - i luv hurting my muses so most of them have shitty/potentially triggering backstories but they're still my babies and they r very well thought out) i'm gonna just list particular plots/pairings i've been thinkin bout lately but shit definitely isn't restricted to just these they're just ones i've been rly wanting to write

plots/verses:

zombie apocalypse (the walking dead preferably but also tlou)

twitch streamers best friends to lovers

love island but like... make it f/f

hogwarts????

outer banks (not the dumbass treasure hunting plot but just like the verse of obx)

best friend's older brother/sister

boyfriend's gf x boyfriend's sister

fake dating turned actually in love w each other

student x TA or professor (in college so legal age gap)

effy x cook from skins vibes

THIS

protective gf x golden retriever dumbass bf

i got a lot of traumatized af male muses so if u wanna play a female muse against any of them lmk

probs more but i don't wanna make this super long

pairings/fcs (bold is who i wanna play):

kie x sarah (obx)

madison bailey x madelyn cline

courtney eaton x any girl fc

sabrina carpenter x any girl fc

madelyn cline x anyone

danielle rose russell x kaylee bryant

danielle rose russell x any girl fc

renee rapp x sabrina carpenter/renee rapp x any girl fc

wanted opps:

renee rapp

madison bailey

courtney eaton

kaylee bryant

rudy pankow

sarah pidgeon

dylan o'brien

kaya scodelario

joe keery

tom holland

daniel sharman

zendaya

hailee steinfeld

again, not limited to the above fcs/pairings/plots just ones i've been wanting lately

#1x1 plot #1x1 rp #smut rp #smut 1x1 #indie rp #indie 1x1 #indie 1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #discord rp #discord 1x1 rp

[caughtupinheaven]

posting again bc i feel my muse slowly rebounding from my writers block. i'm on the hunt for some specific pairings. bold is who i would want to use/be writing as. i'm mostly into slice of life plots but love fluff, angst and/or smut (happy to explore all of the above.) hmu if you are interested (please specify which pairing[s]) or like this and i’ll come to you!

shelley hennig x dylan o'brien

crystal reed x daniel sharman

renee rapp x lola tung

margot robbie/any other female x nicholas galitzine (nick is one of my wanted opps rn, so i would play other f’s against him. just love how he looks w margot)

chase sui wonders x luke hemmings

annasophia robb x josh hutcherson

maia reficco x kit connor

taylor swift x harry styles

maya hawke x any female fc

natalia dyer x any male fc

cody christian x any female fc (my cody oc has a complicated history, i can give you a backstory as part of an interest check)

jennifer morrison x any older (35/40+) male fc

shailene woodley x any male fc/female fc (platonic for female.)

#1x1 #1x1 rp #discord rp #discord 1x1

[noemitenshi]

Masterlist

Here you'll find all the things I create (all type of fics, gifs, metas), conveniently collected in one place. So far I'm obsessed with Cursed and Fear the Walking Dead (which has one common theme, Daniel Sharman). Enjoy 🧡

Fear the Walking Dead

Fanfiction

Troy Otto

Ghost 2,126 words, WIP, angst, sad, exploration of Troy's headspace immediately after the last scene we see him at the dam, what did surviving this do to him?

Troy Otto x Alicia Clark

[Series] Sick like you [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05] Troy Otto x Alicia Clark, 9,850 words, finished, smut, so much smut, slight dub-con, D/s undertones, part one is canon compliant, Alicia is done being the good kid, but then she feels bad about it, cheating, enemies to lovers, unhealthy to healthy relationship

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog (Lee) || Troy Otto & Crazy Dog (Lee)

Addicted to mess Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 185,730 words, WIP, (lots and lots of) smut, fluff, angst, wholesome, enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers, watch them turn an unhealthy relationship into a healthy one , also have I said smut yet?

Fool me twice Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 20,350 words, WIP, smut, dub con, unhealthy relationship, Troy Otto has a deathwish, Crazy Dog takes advantage

Just around the corner Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 4,185 words, WIP, fluff, AU - no zombies, In a world without zombies Troy finds a different purpose

Love, endless Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 1,029, finished (for now), unhealthy relationship, angst, dark, tragedy, COMIC

Moonlit Kisses Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 32,750 words, finished, fluff, wholesome, sweet, first kiss, first time, smut, canon divergent, teeny bit of angst, some whump

Paint your body in hues of red Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 1,933 words, finished, smut, fluff, established relationship, wax play, facesitting

Sex Worker AU Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), AU - no zombies, Troy sells the ranch after his father dies and decides to have some fun, includes but not limited to hiring a sex worker (Lee), client to friend to lover, imagine

Soup Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 696 words, finished, fluff, Troy loves soup

Surprise Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 625 words, finished, fluff, Troy has a surprise for Crazy Dog

[Series] The easy part is always hardest to see [01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 04 (alternative version) - 05 - 06] Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 42,204 words, finished, smut, teeny bit of dub-con, a lot of fluff, some angst, pining, whump, enemies to friends to lovers

[Series] The melody of sand and waves and hope and schemes Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 2,629 words, finished (for now?), AU - Royalty, arranged marriage, fluff, cute, pre-relationship, Princess Troy series

The monster that brought me here Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 28,323 words, WIP, dark, angst, hurt, little comfort, sad, Troy is dealing with the trauma of having been raped, Crazy Dog has his own trauma to work through, canon divergent, second part of a series, fallout from 'I'd do it all again'

The moon bathes your face in gentle light no official wordcount, finished (for now) Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, angst, fluff, Troy survives s8, saves Tracy and runs into a familiar face - the two former enemies bond over their similar grief

This insanity you give to me Troy Otto x Crazy Dog, 29,551 words, finished, smut, fluff, teeny bit of angst, instead of avoiding Crazy Dog after their initial encounter in 'Addicted to mess' Troy seeks him out. After all, that asshole can't just do things like that to him and then leave, spin-off of 'Addicted to mess'

What's it gonna be, Troy? Troy Otto & Crazy Dog, 8,146 words, finished, oneshot, soulmate AU, angst, fluff, pre-relationship, enemies to friends (soulmates)

Troy Otto & Jake Otto

Cozy 353 words, finished, angst, some fluff, what was running through Troy's mind during the hug with Jake in s3ep9 (right before he was exiled)

Troy Otto & Madison Clark

Moral Compass no official word count, no WIP and not finished but a secret third thing (idea I had I'll probably never write), a stab at deepening Troy's and Madison's relationship (really just the beginning of it), a mututal madness

What should've been - Troy's revenge 1,242, finished, angst, hurt, some comfort I guess, fix-it I guess, how s8ep11 should've gone

When home becomes a strange place Troy Otto & Madison Clark, 3,370 words, finished, fix-it, hopeful ending, bittersweet, what would it take for Madison to actually start caring about Troy

Troy Otto x Nick Clark || Troy Otto & Nick Clark

I'd do it all again Troy Otto x Nick Clark, 10,185 words, finished, dark, angst, hurt no comfort, non-con (rape), suicide, not a happy story, what if things at the dam went a bit different - and how will they live with the consequences of their actions?

Sketch Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 337 words, finished, angst, hopeful?, fix-it?

That Crazy Bastard Troy Otto & Nick Clark, 728 words, finished, fluff, Troy had been vanishing for over a week now, refusing to tell Nick what he was up to. Until today

Troy Otto x Crazy Dog X OC

I can't stop imagining hurting you Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 9,424 words, finished, smutt, fluff, Troy gets introduced to the concept of spanking

Lost & Found Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, 32,554 words, WIP, fluff, angst, Troy Otto being saved after the dam, finding his way back to himself, fast-burn, 'Addicted to mess' chapters 1 and 2 happened in this universe too, rest of s3 happened as in canon

No title Troy Otto x Crazy Dog x OC, no official word count, snippet, fluff, angst, abusive!serena backstory

Troy Otto x OC

Earn your keep 131,622 words, WIP, Troy gets a redemption arc, major character death (happens in the first chapter), Troy Otto centric, slow burn, grudging allies to friends to lovers, angst, fluff

Follow me (down the streams of sweat on your body) Troy Otto x unnamed female (could be reader, could be author, could be OC, could even be someone from canon), 5,612 words, finished, smut, slight D/s undertones, bondage, aftercare, fluff, praise kink

Kept 14,893 words, WIP, dub-con, past sexual abuse, AU - no Clarks, dark, angst, suicidal thoughts, bad BDSM etiquette, unhealthy relationship, slow burn to a better place, two broken people trying to figure things out between them, will get worse before it gets better

Troy Otto & his parents (Jeremiah Otto, Tracy Otto)

Childhood memories 2,084 words, WIP, angst, hurt, dark, child abuse, a study of Troy's childhood, his mother's complicated feelings, what happened with the rabbits

Troy Otto & Tracy Otto (daughter)

Reunion no official wordcount, Imagine, finished, angst, fluff, Troy survived s8 and rescues his daughter

Gifs&Lyrics

I will do it again

Who are you to say that?

Asks & Metas

Jake Otto

Jake Otto as a Brother

even more

Troy Otto

...and Boundaries

...and the Horde

...as a father

Favorite Troy scene(s) and why

'I don't drink'

'I'd do it all again'

...in a relationship

'It's the first time I've felt fear'

On killing Mike

Post s8 thoughts

Troy and Madison

Troy's feelings in his last moments (s3)

Troy's sexuality and more on his sexuality

Why Troy didn't get poisoned like the other Militia members

'You stayed at the ranch because you love me'

Cursed

Fanfiction

Empty ways can cloud your eyes The Weeping Monk x Reader, 20,268 words, WIP (though ch 11 is a good place to end things), redemption arc, crisis of faith, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, whump

Madness is a narrow bridge The Weeping Monk, finished, oneshot, angst, dark, no comfort, a heartbreaking glimpse into the weeping monk's mind while he hunts his own

Gifs&Lyrics

The Weeping Monk & Squirrel, AOV by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Gawain, Custer by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his faith (i guess), Broken Crown by Mumford and Sons

The Weeping Monk & his guilt, Lech by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & his doubts, The burden by Slipknot

The Weeping Monk & Father Carden, The In-between by In This Moment

#troy otto #lancelot #the weeping monk #jake otto #alicia clark #madison clark #nick clark #ftwd #fear the walking dead #cursed netflix #fanfics #gifs and lyrics #masterlist #my writing #this took forever to make #god i'm really bad at keeping this up to date

[findroleplay]

Hello! 27+ F looking for long-term OC and celeb rp partners. Discord is preferred but I'm okay with joining groups. Writers must be 21 and older. My characters are fluid/queer identifying so M/M // M/F // F/F; Whatever your character identifies with is fine for either!

The FC'S I use are Joe Keery and Hunter Schafer.

I have two different OC'S for Joe, both musicians, one is a formerly homeless, now famous autistic composer/producer, and the other is a single father working in tech who almost hit it big but ultimately decided he couldn't juggle that lifestyle and being a single parent and is a bit angsty about it. My Hunter OC is a sassy misfit with a southern accent turned artist and model. Both are open for angst, fluff, and friendship! And I have plenty of plot ideas.

OC Faces and/or Celebs I'd love to write with:

Hozier (There aren't many resources for this guy which may be discouraging but I am a gif maker and can provide!) Joe Keery Hunter Schafer Nico Tortorella Daniel Sharman Chris Evans Manny Montana Henry Cavill

I really love brainstorming, headcanon, talking plot, etc; I'm pretty active on discord and would really love someone who can respond at least a few times a day. I really appreciate open communication and mutual excitement for writing and connections!

I can do para's and ic texts. I tend to be a bit descriptive when writing and my characters are talkers. I really really love and prefer development through character interactions so the more you give me to work with in developing those relationships, the better! Even if your replies are on the shorter side, headcanons and discussing scenario plots to lay the groundwork/insp are very much appreciated! I love to share musings, photos, anecdotes, and inspirations based on relationships and plots and it helps make things even more fun!

Smut: As far as nsfw scenes go, I'm okay with it when the plot calls, and when comfortable enough with the writer and the established relationship, am more comfortable taking things a little further. NSFW flirting, teasing, tension, angst, and language in character conversation and interactions though, is a-okay!

If you're interested please give this a like or feel free to contact me on this oc blog here and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Thank you. <3

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#roleplay #rp #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #celebrity rp

[orbs-and-fireballs]

𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖆𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘

Thanks everyone for the warm welcome! I’m thrilled to honor the legacy of the original Charmed-verse, but bring it into a brave new world. This is a rebirth of a passion project I had many years ago, and was feeling a sense of nostalgia and longing for things long lost. I wasn’t sure if anyone would bite, but the response has been amazing so far and I look forward to plotting with you all. 

I’m still finalizing information for my muses, which I’ll be working on steadily as my schedule allows (graphics and coding will be the death of me), but feel free in the meantime to ask me any questions (on or off anon) you may be wondering about my characters! Always happy to lay down some headcanon. And don’t worry if you’re not familiar with the Charmed-verse, all of my muses will have side verses that could see them fitting into almost any supernatural setting or genre, including medieval fantasy, mythology, heroes/villains, etc. 

In the meantime, the main faces I’ll be using for my muses include: Chris Pine, Nico Tortorella, Daniel Sharman, Jack Quaid, Connor Jessup, Andrew Garfield, Joe Keery, Taron Egerton, Tom Holland, Gavin Leatherwood, Julian Morris, and Jonathan Bailey. 

There are other faces I’ll be using which will be more selective and plot-dependent. These include: Jensen Ackles, Henry Cavill, Jake Gyllenhaal, George Clooney, Michael Fassbender, and Joseph Morgan.

While this blog will feature mature themes and heavy smut, I crave characters with substance and plots that excite the higher senses. So send me those asks and help me flesh out these characters as I finish the tedious work of setting up this blog. Let me know which my upcoming characters/faces intrigue you, and throw all your boys at me.

#✵out of witchcraft #✵about the mun

[sourwulf]

fr just an smut with isaac lahey BC DAMN

༄  word count  —  1.3k

፨  characters  —  isaac lahey

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut, dirty talk

☼ a/n — hey guys, sorry it’s been so long. i’ve been trying to take a break from social media so i haven’t posted since december (yikes 😬). but i’m back now! i won’t be as active as i was before but i’m getting to my asks i’ve received in the last four months, so be on the lookout for those :)

✎  masterlist

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it was supposed to be a nice, regular date with isaac after not seeing each other in a week. finals week was a bitch, and you had a habit of shutting yourself off from the world during it. and whether you meant to or not, you included isaac. every time he’d called in the last week you’d said you were busy with studying.

so right as the dismissal bell rang on the last day of testing, he was at your locker. he’d basically made you shove everything in and leave it, doing his best to get your mind off of school for winter break.

and you drove out to the woods for some alone time and an early drive-thru dinner.

as soon as he leaned over to kiss you, you knew this wouldn’t be a regular date.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were in the backseat of his car with you on top of him. he didn’t fit well back there, so his knees pressed against the backs of the front seats, giving you something to sit on.

but you knew this would happen. sure, you didn’t anticipate him driving you out to the woods, but you had a good feeling the two of you would fuck tonight.

so you wore his favorite skirt — a knee-length dark red one, which was tight around your waist so it could show off your hips. it gave him easy access, and allowed you to skip the awkward stage of shimmying off a pair of pants while on top of him. on top you had a low cut shirt, which you’d had covered with a sweater most of the day.

your body was for him, and you didn’t want anyone else looking.

one of his hands laid on your ass cheek, the other held your face still where he could kiss your neck. you wanted to kiss him, though, so you tilted his chin upward to connect your lips.

“i’m sorry for ignoring you for a week,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“it’s okay.”

you felt a pair of fingers push your underwear to the side and settle on your clit, causing you to moan loudly. along with not seeing isaac for a week, you hadn’t touched yourself either. you always tended to be more sensitive when it’d been awhile.

“you’re already soaked,” he said, looking up at you with heart eyes, admiring the way your face twisted and contorted from pleasure under his touch. “all this for me?”

“who else could make me this wet?”

it was his turn to moan, his being more guttural and excited.

you reached down and undid his jeans as his fingers continued to work, causing you to struggle a bit. but when you reached into his pants and wrapped your fingers around his hard length, he faltered and stopped for a few seconds. you hummed in satisfaction before he slid two fingers into you.

your hips involuntarily ground into his hand, your eyebrows dipping down and forming a crease between them. his fingers were long, and they could reach places in you that you never knew existed before he came around.

“shit,” you whispered, quickly placing your palm against his wrist. he looked at you with a bit of worry in his eyes. “i love your fingers, but i want you inside of me. please.”

you didn’t realize how needy you were after only a week, but he didn’t care. you reached behind you and opened the middle console of the car, pulling out a condom. you tore it open and rolled it onto his length for him, causing him to take in a sharp breath.

without hesitation, you lined him up at your entrance and looked him in the eye before sinking down, filling yourself up and holding your breath. he mumbled a ‘god’, his fingers pressing into your hips.

you took the lead, grinding and bouncing with such speed that you were rocking the car. you were dizzy from the pleasure and his tongue tracing circles on your carotid artery only added to that.

fucks, shits, and gods filled the air, adding to a perfect harmony with moans, whimpers, and pants that was enough to make aphrodite and eros themselves shudder.

most of the time when you and isaac fucked you were afraid he would rip right through you. you could feel yourself stretch as much as humanly possible and the tip of his cock pressing harshly against your cervix, but right now that would-be discomfort only added to the pleasure coursing through your veins.

he spread his legs a bit more so your movements weren’t so limited and keeping your ass from landing so harshly against them.

he slid his hand up between your shoulders and pulled your chest to his mouth, allowing him to press sloppy hickeys to your skin. but that position change caused friction against your clit and made your legs tremble, and you could immediately feel yourself that much closer to your orgasm.

“fuck, isaac,” you gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders. he absolutely loved hearing his name come out of your mouth during sex. it was one of his top turn-ons — knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. that he was making you cum, making you moan and cry out. no one else, him. that you were his, all his, and everything he did made you feel good.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good. gonna cum soon.”

“yeah?” you nodded at his question. “you gonna cum for me?”

“yes,” you cried, picking up your speed to inhuman levels. “fuck... please.” you didn’t really know what you were pleading for as you were the one on top, but you knew he loved hearing you beg, hoping it would help push him over the edge.

he used his other hand to reach up and pull your hair, tipping your head back and giving him full access to your throat. and that was when you crumbled apart. you subconsciously switched to grinding against him instead of bouncing, giving special attention to your clit and allowing him to hit your g-spot.

tears slipped down your temples and into your hair, your legs shook hard enough to hurt, and the noises leaving your mouth only made him smile.

you rode out your orgasm, resting your forehead against his as you caught your breath. hums of ecstasy were the only sound you could muster as you looked at him.

“you good?” he asked with a smile, to which you nodded.

“did you finish?”

he shook his head. “almost.”

immediately, your hips were moving up and down again, and your lips found their way to his jaw.

“isaac,” you whispered, “be a good boy and cum for me.”

another one of his turn-ons? you talking to him like this. like you were a teacher asking him to do his best on a paper, or like you were a dog trainer gently teaching a puppy tricks, which was sort of ironic.

and it really worked. his fists squeezed your shirt into two balls, doing his absolute best to not do the same to your hips.

his head fell back and rested against the top of the seats, his eyebrows slowly raised up his forehead, and his hips began bucking. and elongated ‘f’ slid off his bottom lip, and you watched with a cocky grin as he came hard into the condom.

 you continued kissing his neck as he caught his breath.

“goddamn,” he mumbled, letting go of your shirt and slipping his hands under it instead, gently stroking the skin with his thumb. he tilted his head upward again so he could look at you. “god, i love you.”

you weakly chuckled, pushing his now slightly sweaty curls off of his forehead.

“i love you,” you responded. “and i missed you.”

“i missed you more.”

your smile only grew as you leaned down to give him another kiss, this time deeper and sweeter.

#fanfic #smut #isaac lahey #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey smut #isaac lahey one shot #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x y/n #daniel sharman #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman imagines #daniel sharman smut #tw #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #mtv

[jellycolors]

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞/ 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

#jellycolors #teen wolf aesthetic #teen wolf pack #teen wolf cast #teen wolf icons #teen wolf #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey headcanon #isaac lahey #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey gifs #isaac lahey x you #isaac lahey one shot #isaac lahey fanfiction #daniel sharman #daniel sharman smut #daniel sharman x oc #daniel sharman fanfiction #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman fic #daniel sharman x reader #daniel sharman crackship #daniel sharman gifs #daniel sharman icons #isaac lahey icons

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

Female reader x Troy Otto after he "died" the reader was the one who stabbed him after he got to grabby you her she stabs with his knife and ran off she the only doctor so she valuable to the group he would also like his knife back. Maybe after a couple month he finds her and I would like some choking but anything would good

SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER!!! I hope you enjoy it.

CHARACTERS: Troy Otto X Fem Reader (third person for some reason cause that's what happened)

WARNINGS: It's made for FTWD so you should know the basics. +SMUT (read at your own risk. I'm nobody's mom) +Choking +Somewhat past possible attempt at r**e but he didn't didn't and he'd have stopped.

“Turns out being stabbed a second time hurts more than the first.”

“Good. I meant for it to hurt.” Her voice cut through the air like his knife did as it cut through his muscle. Her features showed no sign of surrender or fear, only sincerity in her words as the torch flame flickered their shadows on the cement walls. 

Troy raised both hands in surrender, his eyes glancing down to the same knife once stained with his own blood and back into her eyes. His shoulders tensed under his black jacket as her knuckles faded to a paler color gripping the handle of the sharp blade tighter. She had no reason to trust Troy after the last meeting the two had, yet, looking at the man out of his element and with no one around to make him feel taller than he already was, there was a certain chord he hit somewhere in her stomach. She didn’t feel that she was in danger, rather and oddly the opposite.

“Maybe it hurt a bit more because of who it came from.” He stood still as a tree, looking back to the woman through his eyelashes subconsciously. He was here on a mission to bring her back, but seeing her now and the life she’s had since that day months ago made a pit in his stomach open and swallow his heart whole. 

It had been 6 months give or take since she fled. Fled into the cold, rainy night unsure of what terrors where beyond the small compound. But she had to go, at least that’s what her body told her to do in the moment, there was no turning back. It took about a month for her to miss what she had. A roof over head, food and water, and most of al the protection that one Mister Otto provided. 

Ever since day 1 of finding the group, back when there was only a few of them, she could always feel something different with Troy than with any of the other men or women. He looked at her different. Talked to her different. He acted, well, gentler with her than anyone else even as the group grew to more than a few dozen. He told her on multiple occasions how they all needed her… how he needed her. 

He said that same thing the night everything changed. 

“You didn’t listen and forced my hand, Troy. Do you think I like starving out here on my own? I couldn’t come back and deal with any possibilities of YOU.” 

Ouch. Troy felt her words like a punch in the jugular. His eyes couldn’t hide the wince of pain he felt as his blue and white orbs fell to the ground at her boots astrown with holes. He thought back to that night, a night that has haunted him since. The look in her eyes when he felt the searing heat of his own blade slicing his flesh open. The apprehension that was once in her eyes now flickered with rage as she looked directly into his one good eye, pulling the blade back with force and bolting out the door, leaving his howls of pain and his own anger behind her. 

She left him alone. A nightmare he had only ever shared with her. 

“I know,” Troy’s entire expression fell like the edges of his lips. Her grip on the blade loosened as he continued. 

“I have regretted that night since, regretted what I tried to do and-” his eyes caught ahold of hers, both stomachs dropping at the same time before he continued. “-not listening to you. All those times that I told you that the group needed you, I wasn’t lying. They need you more than they need me so if that’s what it takes then-” 

“You’re going to leave for me to come back?” She cut Troy off mid sentence, shocking them both. The grin pulling at the ends of his lips to her question secured the answer both knew, but Troy was honestly questioning if he would do as he said for her. 

“Is that really what you want, darling?”

“No, no, no, no. Don’t you call me that, Troy.”  His voice changed back to the Troy she knew, the Troy that made her so irritated and yet welcomed and needed. His little pet name she only ever heard him reserve for her. She hated how much she loved it, but now was not the time for his little mind games. 

“Look-” Troy lowered his hands, resting both comfortably on his hips with his head rolling back in a stretch before meeting her gaze again. “-I know where you’re at now so the option is to come back with me willingly now or I’ll carry you kicking and screaming and the walkers can pick us both off together then leaving the group without a doctor or a leader.” 

The look he gave was unfaultering even through his bluff. She knew Troy wouldn’t force her to accompany him if she didn’t want to, and looking around the small cement room she didn’t have many reasons to NOT want to go back. But she knew if she didn’t go now, he’d end up sending a large enough group to her coordinates that she’d have to leave. It was a decision of eating roadkill for another week or not, and the growing smirk on the brunette's face solidified the answer. 

“You’re not getting your knife back.” 

“Oh c’mon!” She returned the smirk, sliding the sharp, freezing blade into the back of her jeans whilst kicking dirt on the smoldering fire, dimming the light in the room to the single lantern behind the tall brunette. 

A pit in her stomach arose, looking back at the small dug out she called home for the last few months before carrying on behind the footsteps of Troy Otto.

Her nuisance.

Her monster.

Her torment.

Her protector.

And possibly, her savior.  

As night ran into day, both she and Troy’s speed wavered. His footsteps lagged with each step whilst her hands pulled her weight forward tree after tree, both too stubborn to say it was time for a rest. 

Suddenly, a low growl came from the ditch 5 feet from their left. One growl turned into 5 moans, turned into 10 grunts and so on. Both stopped in their steps, hearing the rumbling below the dirt embankment grow with each step they took. 

Sharing a glance, She pushed Troy’s shoulder towards the sound, egging him to go see what they are facing. 

Begrudgingly, Troy cautiously snuck to the edge of the embankment, peering over for a heartbeat or two before a few large footsteps brought him back to her. His hands resting on her upper arms, somehow soothing, while his eye searched the surroundings opposite from the sounds. 

“C’mon, this way,” Troy whispered into her ear before pulling one hand along behind his back. She didn’t pull away, didn’t even notice what he’d done until the cold recaptured her skin moments later. 

As the sun set on another night somehow still breathing, she watched as Troy set traps surrounding the small camp you both had made within only a few good minutes. He swore he would stay awake throughout the night, keeping watch, and yet he paced the perimeter around the small camp fire you’d made, placing leaves and anything that would alert to movement around. 

As he finally sat opposite of her, she couldn’t helo the smile that arose her lips. 

“What?” Troy asked, his cheeks heating from within. That look, the look he’d only ever felt from her made his stomach ache with a hunger he’d only felt a handful of times. He rose to his feet once more, turning to hide the flush he knew she’d be able to see on his skin. 

“Oh c’mon, Troy. Don’t be like that!” Her tone changed to playful and open, like she once was with  him. Glancing down at her shivering fingers, the realization set in. She hadn’t felt this way, hadn’t sounded like that, since she’d been in his company. And even then, it was only ever in HIS company. 

“Come sit. Please?” 

A large breath left Troy’s chest, battling his own heart and mind was something he was used to but having her here again made his whole body numb. He finally obliged, turning on a heel and padding his large footsteps ever softly on the dirt towards her. Looking around one more time for any signs of the deead, or worst any living, before taking a seat beside her. His nose once again thanking him for the fire light in the dense cold. 

“You saved my ass back there,” Her words were soft, sincere. “So thank you, I guess. If it was just me again I probably would have been toast.” 

“You would have been fine, I’m sure.” Troy played with the scar on the back of his left palm. His right thumb digging into the rough scales of skin, the heat she gave off next to him nearly matched that of the fires. It felt good, warm. Yet, he the uneasy feeling was unwavering. 

“You‘ve known that all this-” she gestured to their surroundings. “-This was never MY strong suit. I patch up the people that are good at this kind of thing. People like YOU.” 

She earned a chuckle from the brunette, his shoulders shaking slightly bringing his eyes back up to meet the fires dancing flames. 

“I suppose you always did do a pretty decent job at fixing me up.”

“DECENT?! Oh, I did a whole hell of a lot better than decent with the stitches in your bicep, or your calf, or your left, and don’t forget about the right pec. I bet you can’t even tell you ever were wounded.” 

“You didn’t do a very good job on my thigh-” Troy stopped after that one word. He shouldn’t have said it, he shouldn't have brought it up. Dead silence fell between the two, not even the crickets had the guts to make a sound. 

“I made sure to not hit your femoral vein if that’s any consolation.” Her voice was that of a mouse. So quiet that Troy wasn’t sure if he had merely imagined it. Until he glanced slowly in her direction, catching that look of shame she had only shown once or twice, making his frown shift. 

He wanted to give her a side eye, cautionary and intense, but he had decided to sit on her right which meant his side eye had to be a full look over for his good eye to catch the way she sucked in air through gritted teeth.

Smooth Troy, very smooth. 

He felt her weight shift a tad, looking over to see her body in a full shiver before trying to hide it again. He rolled his jacket off his broad shoulders, catching the back and draping the hefty coat around her. The look she gave him didn’t need words, as he gave a half smile and turned back towards the glowing flames. 

What seemed like hours had passed in silence, comfortable silence, before Troy felt her weight lean into his side. His head swiveled in her direction, his breath caught in his throat when he felt the closeness of their faces in the dimming light. 

She didn’t turn away this time when he gave into his impulse. His flesh melting with her own. He never fully understood how humans had the ability to somehow find their partner’s lips in the dark until that moment when everything seemed to click. 

Neither one was expecting this, rather the opposite. She was expecting to not live to see their group again and he’d figured she was going to end him with his own knife one night in his sleep. But as life has it, something in their fate changed. 

Feeling his warmth only inches from her, she caved. Pressing her weight into him in a full kiss, her eyes drifting closed taking in his lips, his scent, his touch. Both grasping for skin as they weaved their lips together, his tongue nudging at her bottom lip while his hands roamed her body.. 

A sudden pressure was released from her waste band. Cool air drifting over exposed skin as Troy’s lips curved against the pulse of her neck. His chest wavered with a deep chuckle as his head fell backwards with a toothy grin in a croak of laughter. 

“This is mine now,” Troy waved his knife in the air above the two, like a child finally getting back their favorite toy. “Well... again.”

Sitting back on her elbows, the woman shook her head slowly, unable to help the grin growing on her features. He was such a literal pain in the ass but when he was like this, when he wasn’t so serious and did that little giggle of his she couldn’t help but fall further down his rabbit hole. 

His eye caught hers again, shadows flickering in the movement of the flames at their feet as he curled one arm around her torso moving to hover over her form without ant loss of eye contact. He was afraid he’d see that fear in her irises again like the last time they were this close, but he caught submission, adoration, maybe some excitement instead. 

His body moved against hers, clothing against disheveled clothing causing friction against both their skin. She was sure he could feel the heat radiating through her body where his hips rolled against hers. His sweet moan filling her senses as his eye bore down on her. His eye grew dark, lustful, wanting more than just the friction of clothing. He wanted to warm her up in the cool dark night in more ways than just this. 

The small bite of her lip and a nod gave him all the leeway he needed. Not a second passed before his lips were suctioned back onto hers. His tongue forced its way through partially opened lips as his fingertips did the same to her waistband. She was in such a flurry she didn’t even realize where his hand had disappeared to until his lips traveled to her ear, whispering how wet she had become before a wave of heat ran up her spine, arching her back against his touch as his cold hand palmed her most sensitive bundle of nerves. 

Choking on air, she breathed deeply into the skin exposed on Troy’s neck above her. Her fingernails gripped the jean jacket covering his shoulders as he nipped little bites down her neck and onto her chest. His movements faltered as he glanced up, catching sight of the woman clenching her eyes closed, teeth gritted on her bottom lip sure to cause blood. Something about that aroused Troy further, quickening his hand free from her jeans and making short work at removing the slightly damp piece of clothing. 

Staring down at her form, Troy felt his member twitch, longing to be free from it’s confines. She wore a simple pair of blue panties that caressed her just right, barely covering her modesty from what he could see in the dimming fire light. Her thighs twitched under his gaze, her meat looking as delicious as the shy giggle that escaped her swollen lips. 

His gaze shifted up her body, taking note of every cut and bruise that covered it before locking gaze with her again. Her eyes had darkened as his did as he shrugged his light jacket off, throwing it towards a tree to their left. His white T-shirt following suit. 

From where she lay, she could see the bulge in Troy’s pants shiver with every movement she made beneath him. Her foot nudged his ass whilst he removed his shirt earning a throaty groan from the brunette between her legs. She scanned his body in the shadows, her gaze stopping on the last wound she cured. A large scar on his abdomen still ever present as a wave of his cries of pain fled like a stream through her ears. 

Troy saw the way her eyes changed, knowing she was occupied elsewhere in that pretty little mind. Clearing his throat, he regained her attention only to give her a little show taking off his jeans. He forgot she hadn’t seen the scar she herself gave him until the moment her eyes once again fell. Her fingers reached out, pulling her to sit in front of him as she ghosted her fingertips over the scaled skin. 

She sure did a good job leaving her mark. 

Troy gave her a moment, but no longer than that before his fingertips caressed her chin. His callouses rubbed her soft, cold skin raising her attention to look him in the eye. The smirk she was met with sent another shiver down her spine, this time accompanied by a hefty gulp and a new warmth dripping from her core. 

One hand dipped lower, finding her folds with ease, applying just enough pressure to earn a whimper from her as his other hand draped around her neck. With a catch in her breath, her eyes shot open with a smirk feeling his fingertips close around delicate skin. 

Her own fingers traced harder over the scales on his thigh but eventually gave in to his touch, leaning backward until her back once again met the cold, hard dirt. Her hands dug small scrapes through the pine needles cushioning around her. Troy’s grip on her throat didn’t relent as his other hand delved one digit, now warmed between the two, into her glistening core. With every pulse that clenched down on his finger, his own member reciprocated. 

The cold air around them was a welcomed element. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist her much longer as he rubbed his clothed cock on her inner thigh. 

He wanted her to need him. 

He waited for her to need him. 

He needed her to need him. 

As his name dripped from her lips, Troy couldn’t hold back any longer. He didn’t waste time undressing any further as he pulled his underwear down just enough to release his begging cock before replacing his finger with a much larger fulfillment. 

He watched as her eyes clenched shut, a single tear running from one corner of her eye glistening from the shallowly dancing flames. His grip on her neck released at the feeling of her nails raking down his bicep. Her touch melded with the sweet smell of her arousal and gasps of breaths, his thrusts unrelenting. Filling her to the brim over and over. Watching her face contort in ecstasy whilst he sucked in his bottom lip to keep from silent. The only thing he couldn’t muffle were the grunts and groans that escaped him and the sound of bet skin meeting wet skin with such force and need that would make even a nun blush. 

Troy felt her begin to spasm in an eruption of an orgasm. 

It was in her breathing. It was in her nails grazing his skin. It was in the way her body contracted around his cock. It was in the way she whispered sweet-nothings only he will ever know as she bit down on his shoulder, surely leaving yet another one of her marks on his skin. 

He knew he needed to pull out, his own release matching hers. But the way she felt, how she looked, the way she smelled and sounded filled his senses and all Troy could think about was painting those glorious, tight walls of her with his seed. It was a dangerous game they were playing, he knew that. 

And still he did as he pleased. 

His body fell atop hers. All strength leaving him in his release as he collapsed above her, limp dick still within her walls feeling every pulse her body made. 

Everything was silent, the world seemed to disappear as the two soaked up each others heat as the sweat balls rolled off each others skin and into the earth below. 

When the sun began to rise, shining brilliantly through the fog lifting from the tree tops, the pair shared a look. 

“We should get going I suppose. One more day to camp, right?”

Troy nodded silently, a small grin returning to his swollen lips as he chewed his tongue slightly. “I’ve been used to sleepless nights, but this one took a bit more out of me so keep it slow.” 

The woman giggled hopping to her feet and extending an open hand down to Troy, both fully knowing if he took it he'd pull them both down.

“Who knew you’d be such a little chatter box after intimacy, Mr. Otto. The sleeplessness wasn’t fully my fault I do recall.” 

Troy leaned his head back against the tree where both were once propped up on, a toothy smile adorn on his tired and satisfied face. His chest heaving with a silent laugh before shoeing her hand away with a grunt to his feet.   

#troy otto #ftwd #fear the walking dead #daniel sharman fic #troy otto fanfic #troy otto smut #troy otto fic #troy otto x fem reader #tw: choking #tw: somewhat attempted rape #idk what to call that #it wasn't cause he would have stopped #but i didn't have the brain power to write that #nom-nom writes

[flower-slut004]

Can you please do a isaac lahey smut where they are dating and y/n is a born werewolf who kinda has anger issues and isaac is the one who can calm her down but when they have sex she is completely submissive and isaac is a soft Dom and she is like a playful kinda bratty with playful biting and stuff 💕

Sorry just saw this I came back from vacation 🤍

That’s Cute- Isaac Lahey Smut

“Really Yn?” Isaac huffed as he closed her bedroom door. Yn looked up from her book and rolled her eyes. “What did I do?” she asked annoyed.

“Stiles told me you slashed his tires with your claws…. we aren’t supposed to use our powers in public” Issac scoffed.

“Tell Stiles next time I won’t slash his tires but his throat instead” she snarled as she threw her book on her bed.

“What did we talk about last night….” he sighed as he walked closer to his girlfriend. Yn rolled her eyes “I need to be more patient or whatever. I don’t care Stiles was asking for it anyways”

“He’s our friend Yn, you can’t just slash his tires” he rested a hand on her shoulder only to be shoved.

“Get off, you can’t tell me what to do Lahey” she snarled as she sat up. Isaac rolled his eyes “Baby it’s just one apology” he came closer

Yn let out a dry laugh and pushed him again “Yeah i’m not apologizing” Isaac clenched his jaw at the second push “That’s cute….you think I’m asking you to apologize”

Isaac walked closer to her and grabbed her hands before she could raise them. “I’m telling you Yn….you are going to apologize”

“Make me” Yn snarled. Isaac threw Yn on her bed only for her to complain about landing on her book.

“Shut up” he snarled as his left hand wrapped around her throat as he pressed her deeper into the mattress. “You’ve been a fucking brat all week, care to explain?”

Yn struggled to speak, rasping about how much Stiles got on her nerves and how he deserved it. Isaac was busy tugging at t-shirt up to revealing her purple lace bra.

Isaac smirked and used his claws to rip the bra, Yn’s complaints were cut off with a gasp when he popped a nipple into his mouth, sucking it harshly enough to make her arch.

“Using claws to rip something someone likes isn’t so fun anymore isn’t it?” He chuckles against her breasts.

The hand he had wrapped around her throat slipped down her torso as his claws came out again to rip her leggings along with her panties.

Isaac let his clawed hand run up and down her thigh, teasing before his hand went back to normal to lightly caressed her pussy lips before dipping between them to rub at her clit.

Isaac released her nipple with a pop and glared softly up at her with stern eyes. “After I give you a good fuck, you’re going to apologize to Stiles for slashing his tires ” he informed her as his fingers never stopped their assault on her pussy.

“Like hell I will. He had it coming.” Yn snarled showing Isaac her fangs at the thought of apologizing to Stilinski. Isaac reminded her just who she were talking to with a quick pinch to her clit which made her whine sharply.

“I understand he’s annoying but I can’t have Derek or Scott on my ass. I’m your boyfriend, you understand how bad this makes me look? Stop being a fucking brat and apologize”

Yn wined at the loss of contact which lead Isaac to raise his eyebrows “What was that princess?”

“Yes sir. I’ll apologize”

Isaac reattached his mouth back to her breasts. He sucked and squeezed them with one hand, his other going back to rubbing delicious circles on her clit.

Isaac pulled away much to Yn’s dismay to pull his pants down and lined himself at her entrance. His hands went to tease her nipples again and sunk into her.

Yn moaned at the feeling when Isaac began to pull in and out. Isaac began to pick up the pace making slapping sounds and moans fill the room.

Yn couldnt help but to bite down on Isaacs wrist as it rested beside her. Isaac yelped and then growled at the feeling of her fangs “Now you’ll get it” his hand reached down to rub her clit at a delicious pace.

“Don’t you dare cum yet” he hissed as he felt her walls clench. A few more minutes went on with Isaac plowing into his girlfriend until he nudge her to cum.

“Cum for me, baby.” he moaned into her ear Yn’s orgasm hit her hard and she fell deeper into the mattress. She could feel her cunt contracting and Isaac continued to fuck her. Only a few thrusts later she felt his cock pulse inside her as he pulled out to spill on her stomach.

Isaac sighed happily as he rolled over to her side. “Be a good girl and tell Stiles you’re sorry princess” he mumbles as he tries to catch his breath

“Fine…” Yn huffed as she got to up the bathroom. Yn looked over her shoulder to watch her naked boyfriend staring back at her

“Are you going to join or what?”

#multifandom imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf smut #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #isaac lahey smut #daniel sharman x reader #daniel sharman #daniel sharman imagine #daniel sharman smut

[mermaidenisaacs]

isaac went to college and became a fratboy pt. 3

you invite isaac back to your apartment, and one thing leads to another. pt. 1 pt. 2

to listen while you read: afterthought - joji | yeah right - joji | somebody else - the 1975

It was in the middle of December when I saw Isaac again. Finals were coming up and I was barely hanging on to my last shred of sanity as I walked to the library. Under a gloomy, overcast sky, I spotted Isaac sitting on a bench under a tree at the opposite end of the sidewalk. He was hunched over an open textbook in his lap. The sight of him was a jolt to my nervous system. It made me stop in my tracks.

I remembered the food court, the last time I saw him. That day, I had met his friends, Scott, Theo, and Liam. We ate lunch together. It wasn’t as horrible as I thought it would be, but I could hardly look in Isaac’s direction, not without being reminded of what he had done at his party, protecting me from my drunk toxic ex, sleeping with me, then kicking me out of his house, all in one night. And then trying to hook up with me again.

My mind spun with memories of him, and Isaac flipped another page in his textbook, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. I had never seen him wear glasses before. He reached down for something. His hand dipped into a small plastic tupperware container. He pulled out a strawberry and took a bite out of the pointy crimson bespeckled tip.

In the moment, looking at him, I found it hard to muster up the hatred I felt for him a few weeks ago. Right now, I almost felt fond. Seeing Isaac this way, reading and eating fruit, simply just existing without all the pretense of the guy he always seemed like he was trying to be, the carefree fratboy who guys wanted to be and girls just wanted. Like this, he didn’t seem so bad. He looked like the rest of us, just a struggling college student trying to make it out of this hellhole in one piece.

He looked stressed. His foot was bouncing up and down and his eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. I started to notice other things. The wrinkles in his shirt, the stubble of hair on his face that was usually shaven clean. He looked slightly thinner, his cheekbones more prominent than before. He still looked handsome, just hollowed out, like a faded painting of his former radiance. Something was missing. Something was wrong.

I could’ve walked away. I could’ve continued walking to the library as I had originally intended to cram for my final. Instead I found myself walking towards Isaac.

I stopped in front of him. He didn’t seem to notice my presence hovering near him.

“Hey,” I said. He looked up, his furrowed brows smoothing into slight surprise as we locked eyes, then evened out into a neutral expression.

“Hi,” he simply replied. I was half-expecting some sort of witty retort or suggestive remark. The usual.

“Hey,” I said again, repeating myself like an idiot. “Um, I was just walking to the library and I saw you,” I confessed, answering a question that hadn’t been asked. I felt the need to explain my presence. It seemed like it wasn’t really welcomed.

“Cool,” he said flatly.

“Yeah…” I trailed off. I tried not to internalize Isaac’s cold shoulder, but it made me wonder if he was mad at me. Was it because I had ignored his texts and avoided him? Considering how he treated me, that was justified. I felt a little indignant at the idea that after everything, he could be angry at me, the victim.

I anxiously tapped my fingers against my leg, inwardly debating whether I should just leave now and save myself further embarrassment in this one-sided conversation. Or follow my gut and stay.

“Um, listen,” Isaac said after a few seconds, “I really need to study for a final I have tomorrow.”

My face burned at his indirect dismissal. I nodded, muttered an apology, and turned on my heel to leave. And then changed my mind and stayed put.

“Are you okay?” I blurted out.

Isaac seemed a little startled by the question. “Uh yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“I don’t know, you just don’t seem like your usual self.”

Isaac shrugged. “Finals stress. End of the semester bullshit. You know how it is.”

I gingerly sat down on the bench across from him. “I do... but this seems like something else. Look, I know it’s not my business-”

“Yeah,” Isaac interrupted, “it’s not. So why are you asking? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks. Why do you suddenly care if I’m okay?”

I winced. “I… don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I just do.” Isaac’s accusatory expression softened.

A gust of wind swept by, leaving in its trail a cluster of yellow and orange leaves flurrying in the air. Isaac shivered. Goosebumps rose along his exposed arms. I noticed he didn’t have a jacket with him.

I checked the time on my phone. It was almost sundown. The temperature was supposed to drop to near freezing temperatures tonight. In that moment, I didn’t understand what came over me, but he just looked too unwell to leave by himself out in the cold. He reminded me of the stray cats I saw meandering the campus. I carried cat food in the trunk of my car to feed them. This felt like the same kind of situation.

I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “It’s freezing out here. Do you want to come to my apartment for some tea?”

I mentally smacked myself. I didn’t know where the tea thing came from. It felt like I needed to add something to the invitation, so that it wasn’t just me out in the open, making myself available for rejection. This way, he would be rejecting the tea, not me.

But he didn’t. Instead, he blinked, and said, “Yes, I’d like that.”

*~*~*

The bus ride and subsequent walk to my apartment was spent in tense silence. I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking, that I couldn’t believe we were actually on my way to my apartment right now, that this was the longest we’d ever gone without fighting, that there were so many things left unsaid between us that it was suffocating.

The truth was, I still thought about it every day, the night we slept together. I thought about his lips, his hands, his eyes, all of it. I had tried so hard to forget about him. Ignoring his texts and his lingering gaze in class wasn’t easy. I actually missed our stupid arguments. I missed sitting next to him during lecture. I missed him.

And here we were, the both of us acting like nothing had happened. If anyone saw us, they would just think we were two regular college students who knew each other from class. They would think we were friends. I turned the key into my lock and opened the door to my apartment. I gestured for Isaac to walk in.

“Sorry for the mess,” I said as I followed suit and saw the dirty dishes in the sink and random paper and books and sweaters and shoes strewn across the common area.

“It’s okay,” he said, sitting down at the kitchen counter and setting his bag on the flat surface. “I live with 15 guys. My house is a million times worse.”

I stood awkwardly in the kitchen for a few moments before I remembered why I invited Isaac here. Tea. I reached into one of the wooden shelves in the kitchen and pulled out the collection of assorted tea bags curated by me and my roommate, who I was really glad wasn’t here right now. To my relief, she had a shift at work this evening and would not be home any time soon. I had told her all about Isaac and I would never be able to face her again if she walked in and saw him drinking tea in our apartment.

“Okay. Would you like chamomile, turmeric ginger, hibiscus, earl grey, or green tea?” I asked Isaac.

“Chamomile please.”

Grabbing a small metal pot, I poured in two cups of water and set it on the stove to boil. I leaned against the counter nearby, staring down at the white linoleum tiles, unsure of what to say.

“Why did you invite me up here?” Isaac asked quietly. He sounded nervous.

I didn’t know why I was expecting him not to ask. I didn’t have an answer prepared. Sleep deprived and anxious, I didn’t have the energy to try to make up a lie.

“Honestly, you looked really cold and sad and I didn’t know what else to do,” I said, inwardly cringing at how pathetic I sounded. Isaac probably thought it was hilarious, the way I went out of my way to be nice to him after the way he treated me. “I guess I’m just really sleep deprived or something. I wasn’t really thinking when I asked you to come here. You can leave if this feels too weird.”

Isaac didn’t respond after a few seconds, so I turned back to the stove and focused on the boiling water in an attempt to hide the redness stringing my cheeks from embarrassment. A couple minutes passed. It was time to start steeping the tea. I poured the hot water into two ceramic green mugs. In one, I put a chamomile tea bag for Isaac. In mine, a turmeric ginger. I handed Isaac his tea.

As my fingers clasped the handles of the mug, Isaac broke the silence. “Thank you.”

I paused before taking a sip of my tea. “You’re welcome. I hope you like it.”

“I didn’t just mean for the tea. For asking me to come here. For… for seeing me out there today,” he said. “For really seeing me.”

A part of me preened at his words. Another part of me was concerned. Isaac was being uncharacteristically sentimental.

“Isaac,” I said gently, “what’s going on? Seriously.”

Isaac took a sip of his tea. He stared into the marble of my kitchen counter. He had this empty look in his eyes, like his mind had checked out and drifted off to somewhere else, far away from here.

“My dad died,” he said.

Suddenly, it all made sense, his lackluster appearance and how quiet he was being.

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said. Isaac nodded in acknowledgment. I internally debated whether I should press the topic, in the end deciding to go ahead. I doubted I would get the chance to ask again. “Do you… want to talk about it?”

Isaac shrugged. “There’s not a lot to say. We weren’t close. I couldn’t even speak at his funeral. He wasn’t a good guy.” Isaac’s voice sounded mechanical, completely devoid of emotion.

“I see. How did he die?” I asked.

“Car accident. Drunk driver.”

“Fuck,” I whispered.

Isaac chuckled, but the sound was devoid of any humor or joy. “Yeah. You know what’s fucked up? A part of me is actually glad he’s dead.”

I took another steadying breath. “You are?”

“Yeah. Dead people can’t hurt you,” Isaac said casually.

“Isaac,” I breathed.

“You probably think it’s awful, right? Me saying I’m glad my dad is dead.”

I set my tea down and walked over to him and hesitated a bit before gently touching his forearm.

“I don’t think it’s awful,” I said. Isaac looked up swiftly, his eyes searching mine for something. “Parents aren’t saints, and most of them put their kids through awful shit. I believe you when you say your dad wasn’t a good person. My parents aren’t good people either. I don’t know what your dad did to you and you don’t have to tell me but… I understand.”

Isaac held my gaze for a few more seconds before he looked away. I could’ve sworn I heard him sniffle, but I could’ve been wrong. Then, he laughed a little.

“I really wasn’t expecting you to say that. I didn’t think you’d get it,” he said.

“Why not?”

“I dunno. You just don’t seem like the type to wish death on anyone, especially not your parents. You just seem too good and wholesome for that.”

I snorted. “Good and wholesome, wow. Is that really how you see me?”

“Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifted upwards the slightest bit into a grin. “You’re the opposite of me.”

“Is that why you hate me?”

His grin faltered. “You really think I hate you?”

“Yeah? Isn’t that why you kicked me out that night?” I asked before I lost the nerve.

Isaac’s lips parted slightly in what looked like surprise. An understandable reaction. I wasn’t planning on bringing it up. It just slipped out. I was always doing things unexpectedly when I was around him. It was unnerving.

“I… I’m sorry about that,” he said. I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“Why did you do it?” I pressed, trying to keep my voice neutral and mask any traces of hurt.

“I dunno. I just figured it would be easier that way. We could just go back to hating each other afterwards. Go back to normal.”

“You wanted to go back to that?” I asked. “Do you like that, fighting all the time?” I held back a laugh at the thought that I wasn’t the only one who had missed our constant bickering.

Isaac shrugged. “It’s just what we do, isn’t it? You didn’t like me from the moment you saw me. It’s the only way we know how to be. If I hadn’t done that, if I hadn’t been a dick to you, things would’ve been weird between us.”

“So you were a dick to me to reestablish our dynamic?” I asked.

“Kinda, yeah.”

“I see. Well, if you were afraid of our dynamic being ruined, why did you fuck me in the first place?”

Isaac winced, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Sorry. I just felt like one of us should say it. Kept tiptoeing around it,” I muttered.

“Yeah.” Isaac scratched the back of his head. “Well, it takes two, doesn’t it? I could ask you the same question. Why did you fuck me?”

I balked at his attempt to deflect. “I asked you first.”

And just like that, here we were again, the initial stages of fighting: childish bickering. Almost back to normal.

Isaac’s face broke into a grin. “What do you want me to say? I fucked you cause I wanted to. I’ve wanted you since we met, and I knew you wanted me too.”

I scoffed. “If you do say so yourself,” I said, my brain reeling from the fact that he just confessed he wanted me for that long.

He shrugged. “It was inevitable, you and me. I told you that day in class. It’s why we hate each other. You can’t stand that you want someone like me. And I just can’t stand you.” Isaac grinned.

“Oh, thanks,” I said sarcastically. “If I’m so intolerable, why did you come up to my apartment today? You already got what you wanted, didn’t you? You fucked me. You proved your point. So why are you here right now?”

Isaac lifted his mug to his lips and took another sip, his eyes never leaving mine. “You tell me.”

My mouth felt dry all of a sudden, my hands going clammy at the same time.

“I a-already told you,” I said. “You looked cold and sad sitting outside. Like an abandoned puppy. I couldn’t just leave you out there. But you look better now, so maybe we should call it a night. I have to study for a final too.”

“Ah, I should go then, right? Is that what you want?” he sounded calm, unfazed by my attempts to dismiss him. “I’ll do what you say. What do you want?”

It was a simple question, so why did it make my brain short circuit? I’ll do what you say. The words bounced off the walls of my memory like the logos on old school TVs.

“I…” I began, “I want-”

Before I could finish, my front door slammed open, snapping me out of my trance.

“God, it’s fucking freezing,” I heard my roommate’s voice say.

Shit.

“Hey girl,” my roommate Kira greeted. She took her shoes off in the hallway in front of our front door, still unaware that Isaac was here. “Do you want some dinner? I brought home some food from the restaurant-oh.” Kira’s eyes landed on Isaac. “I didn’t realize we had company. Sorry, I’m Kira, and you are?”

Kira extended her hand to Isaac, and he politely returned the gesture. “I’m Isaac.”

A look of realization flashed across Kira’s face and she glanced at me knowingly. “Ah, Isaac. Nice to meet you. Tell me, how do you know my lovely roommate?”

“Okay,” I interjected before Kira could stir the pot. “Kira, can I talk to you in your room for a second?”

“Oh sure! Would love that,” Kira chirped with fake enthusiasm. “Wonderful to meet you Isaac.” She made a little salute gesture at Isaac, who tilted his head quizzically. I promptly dragged Kira to her room by her arm.

“Oh my god can you not,” I whispered harshly once we were behind closed doors.

“What? I’m just in a silly goofy mood, like you are. Otherwise you wouldn’t have brought that clown to our apartment,” Kira said in a sing-song manner, her amusement and disappointment both evident in her mocking tone.

“It’s not what you think. I’ll explain later, okay? But right now, I’m gonna need you to stop being so weird around him. He’s gonna know I told you about us.”

“So what if he knows? You didn’t do anything wrong. You just reported his fatherless behavior.”

I winced at her ill-timed comment. “Kira…”

“What? I’m just saying he’s a fuckboy, aka fatherless behavior.”

“Yeah I know. It’s just, he just told me his dad died recently.”

Kira blinked. “What?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh my god, no fucking way. So that’s why you invited him up here? He went from fuckboy to sadboy and now you feel bad for him?”

“Kind of? I don’t know,” I groaned. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I was so mad at him before, but then I saw him sitting outside today. You didn’t see it Kira. He looked so sad. So yeah, I asked him to come here. And we just started talking. I don’t know. It was actually kinda nice. Like I know he can be such a dick sometimes, and I know I’m being stupid, but sometimes we have these moments where I think maybe there’s, like maybe he’s not all bad. Or maybe even that he… I don’t know.”

Kira sighed. “Darling, he’s sending you mixed signals on purpose. That’s what guys like him do to girls like you. And you’re falling for it.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat. I had no defense. “I… I know. You’re right. But I think I want to keep going anyway. I think this is better. It’s not like with Stiles, where I was naive and never thought he would hurt me, you know? I didn’t know that it would end so badly with him. I didn’t know what kind of person he really was. With Isaac, I know exactly what he is. I know how this ends. So doesn’t that mean I can enjoy it? Like if I mentally prepare myself, I don’t think it’ll break me.”

Kira put her hands on my shoulders. “But why would you want to keep going with someone who you even think might break you? Don’t you think you deserve to be with someone better than that?”

I knew the answer to her question. It was a suspicion that sometimes floated in the back of my mind, but it was the first time I really accepted it. I used to think I was better than Isaac, but the truth was, we were the same. It’s why we couldn’t stay away from each other. He said so himself. We were inevitable.

“Honestly,” I said, “no. I think Isaac is exactly what I deserve.”

Kira’s empathetic expression twisted into something so sad and full of pity that I immediately rushed to qualify my pathetic confession. “I mean, I’m not completely delusional. I’m not in love with him or anything. I’m just attracted to him for some reason. But even if, hypothetically, I was into him and he was a good person and we dated for real, that doesn’t erase the possibility of him hurting me in the end. Technically, anyone I date has the potential to hurt me. It’s just this way, I won’t have to be surprised by the eventual trainwreck.”

“Uh huh,” Kira said flatly. “So what then? You’re not gonna date him, right? You’re just gonna hook up? Be friends with benefits?”

“I think you need to be friends in order to be friends with benefits. And we’re not friends.”

“Right. You’re just casually drinking tea together on a cold winter’s evening and talking about his dead dad. But sure, you’re not friends.”

I blinked. “Well, when you put it like that.”

*~*~*

Isaac tried not to be curious about what you and your roommate were talking about, but it was difficult not to let his mind wander. He wondered if you were talking about him. Your roommate, Kira, had been acting a little weird.

Maybe you had told her about him. Did you tell other people about him? Did you talk about him a lot, or did you try to erase him from your memory? Did your semi-drunken hookup from weeks ago mean anything to you? Did he mean anything to you?

It was strange. Isaac wasn’t the type to worry about what girls thought about him, especially not ones that seemed to hate him. He wasn’t sure when it happened. He tried to trace back the moment when you first occupied a permanent spot in his mind, but the memories blurred together, a collection of moments that involved being on the receiving end of your biting words and judgmental glances.

Regardless of when it happened, you were living rent free in his head. So he figured the solution was to sleep with you. Fuck you out of his system. In a shocking turn of events, his plan backfired.

Before you slept together, it was like a zap of electricity every time he saw you, a spark that made him want to get close to you. His usual flirting didn’t work, so he resorted to antagonizing you a little. It was the only way you would pay attention to him. It was childish, but it felt like the only way he could unravel you.

Having that night with you made things worse. Afterwards, it was like you were haunting him, his very own ever-present specter, teasing him with the memories of something incredible that he couldn’t have again. Now that he knew what you felt like, what you tasted like, what you looked like when you were coming undone for him, he longed for more.

Isaac was self aware enough to acknowledge his role in his own demise. Kicking you out so abruptly after you had sex was too harsh. It wasn’t just because he wanted to reestablish the dynamic. Your words had stung that night. He had just gone out on a limb to defend you against Stiles, and you threw it in his face, accusing him of having ulterior motives. For once, that wasn’t the case.

Pissing off Stiles was great, but that wasn’t why he intervened. As hard as it was to admit, even though you hated him, Isaac still wanted to help you. He wanted to protect you. But he wasn’t going to tell you that. And the status quo thing wasn’t a total lie. He was worried that things would be awkward. Or you might think he had feelings for you or something.

Which he didn’t. Isaac definitely did not have feelings for you, despite what Scott and Theo thought.

That day in the cafeteria, Theo and Scott had both asked for your number, and you agreed without a moment of hesitation, which made Isaac wonder why it was so easy for them, and so hard for him to get close to you. When you left, Isaac told the guys not to text you. They laughed at him and called him a simp. He rolled his eyes and told them they were wrong. He told them it was just because you were hot and he wanted to fuck you again. Theo and Scott didn’t look the least bit convinced, but whatever. They were wrong.

Isaac had initially leaned on his usual moves to rekindle your interest, sending texts and suggestive pictures, but you left him on read. He tried to spark conversation in class and provoke you like he used to, but you ignored him. Eventually you avoided him altogether. That day in the cafeteria was the first time he had any contact with you in weeks, and you spent the whole time flirting with his friends. It drove him crazy.

But all his yearning came to a screeching halt when his dad died. No matter how many times he told himself that he was fine, it had still broken him. The passing of his father, combined with the end of semester stress was enough to take his mind off you.

Like most hard feelings, Isaac handled them the best way he knew how: sex. You weren’t the only girl around who could give him what he needed. He tried to hook up with other girls, even the ones who were always down and always felt good, but it didn’t help as well as it used to. Having a different girl every night used to be fun, but now it just felt hollow and meaningless and left him feeling numb. There were a few times when he found his mind drifting to thoughts of you, the sound of your soft moans and the look on your pretty face when you came. That helped a little. Nowhere near the real thing though.

After a while when it became clear that you were done with him, he accepted that it was over, and it was all his fault. He deserved it. He deserved all of it. Shitty dead dad, shitty meaningless hookups, shitty grades that he was desperately trying to salvage at the very last moments of the semester.

The past few months had humbled him. Isaac wasn’t doing well. He wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t have much of an appetite. He hadn’t been taking care of himself. He was depressed and anxious and on a Wednesday evening while he was cramming for his final, the last thing he expected was for you to walk up to him and ask him to come over to your apartment for tea.

A second chance. It was a cold cloudy day, but in that moment, it felt like warm sunlight shining down on him.

And now he was here, in your apartment. He didn’t expect it to go like this, the both of you just quietly drinking tea and talking about his dad, whose death he hadn’t even told Scott about, his best friend. He didn’t know how he ended up here, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that things were back to normal, which for you meant bickering like schoolchildren, or like an old married coupl-

No. Not that.

It’s not like seeing you meant that he was healed all of a sudden. It took a lot of willpower for him not to bolt on the way to your apartment. He wasn’t sure if he could handle being alone with you. He knew he didn’t look well. It had been a while since he had the mental energy to care about his appearance. All of a sudden, there you were, standing in front of him, beautiful as ever, and it made him want to crawl into a hole and hide.

He wasn’t lying when he told you that you could really see him. There were parts of him that he tried to hide behind his bravado and the stories he told because he was afraid people wouldn’t like him otherwise. You saw through all that somehow.

He wasn’t planning on telling you about his dad. It just slipped out. He wasn’t sure why he told you. A part of him was looking for comfort. Another part of him wanted to see if you actually gave a shit. He wasn’t used to that. People idolized him, people desired him, but people didn’t really care about him.

He used to believe that you hated him, but he found himself questioning whether that was really true. After all, you had invited him to come over even after all the shit he put you through. It wouldn’t be the first time a girl’s come back for more after Isaac treated them like they were disposable. There was a certain type of girl that loved that sort of dynamic, the insecure ones with daddy issues.

Isaac knew that you weren’t one of them. He knew you only approached him because you were a good person. He preened under your care and attention. The fact that someone like you could want someone like him, in any way, even if it was just pity, or physical attraction if he was lucky, was enough to make him feel he wasn’t completely hopeless.

*~*~*

After Kira promised multiple times that she wouldn’t say anything incriminating around Isaac anymore, I let her out. She promptly announced that she would be eating dinner and watching TV in the living room, a plan she concocted to give me an excuse to invite Isaac to my room.

“Hey,” I greeted Isaac nervously.

“Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Sorry about that. Just needed to talk to Kira about some stuff. Um listen, she’s gonna be out here for awhile. Do you want to hang out and study in my room? Just so it’ll be quieter.”

“Sure,” Isaac agreed. “For the quiet.”

“Yep. Love the quiet.” I replied lamely. He smiled. It was clear Isaac knew exactly what was going on. Wonderful.

“After you,” he said, his backpack hanging off one shoulder.

“Right.” I led him to my room, passing the sofa Kira was sitting on. She winked and blew a kiss as I closed the door behind us.

Once Isaac and I were inside my bedroom, I started to feel nervous. I was operating on instinct at this point, listening to my body’s cues and ignoring the warnings in my brain telling me this was a stupid idea and I would probably regret whatever was going to happen. Me and Isaac alone in a bedroom never amounted to anything good.

Isaac stood in the middle of my room, looking around.

“So, this is your room,” he stated.

“Yep. This is it.”

In the corner of my eye, I saw a piece of incriminating pink fabric slung over the side of my laundry hamper. Never in my life had I sprung to action so quickly. Bolting to the opposite side of my room, I scrambled to tuck my hot pink underwear underneath the pile of used clothes inside the hamper, and then stuck the whole thing inside my closet, slamming the door shut.

Isaac blinked. “Um.”

I smiled tight-lipped. “Just erase the last three seconds from your memory.”

He chuckled. “Done.”

Isaac continued to scan the premises. “Is that a stuffed animal?” He pointed to the stack of pillows at my headboard, in front of which was my favorite plushie, a fat cylindrical angry-looking shiba inu. I felt a twinge of embarrassment as Isaac walked over and picked it up.

“This thing is an absolute unit,” he said, turning it around and looking at it from different angles.

“Yes he is,” I said. I walked over and took the plushie from Isaac, hugging it to my chest. Isaac tilted his head and looked at me with a look in his eyes that I couldn’t decipher. “What? Don’t judge me. He’s soft and cute.”

Isaac chuckled. “Do you sleep with him?”

I shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Cute.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I made a feeble attempt to realign my tilted brain, reminding myself that he probably wasn’t even being sincere. He just knew this was what girls wanted to hear. This was all part of his game. I had invited him into my room. Naturally, he would flirt with me.

“Whatever,” I muttered eloquently.

I placed the plushie back on my bed and sat down on the edge of my mattress. Isaac sat next to me.

I could feel his eyes on me, staring intently.

“What?” I said, feeling self-conscious under the heat of his gaze.

The edge of Isaac’s lips lifted upwards into a half-smile. “I just can’t believe I’m in your room right now.”

“Me either.”

“I’m glad I’m here,” he said softly. “I thought you would never speak to me again. I would deserve it if you didn’t.”

Here it was again, another uncharacteristically sentimental confession. “You keep doing that,” I said.

“Doing what?”

“You keep saying these things to me that I don’t know how to handle. You didn’t use to be like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like, all mushy and sincere. You’re different.”

Isaac shrugged. “I guess life really humbled me these past few months.” He stared down at his shoes. “I can’t be talking my usual shit when I look like actual shit.”

Self deprecation. That was new. “You don’t look that bad.” He really didn’t. He was one haircut and some sun exposure away from reverting back to his former self.

He laughed. “Yes I do. Would you have hooked up with me if I looked like this at my party?”

The question caught me off guard. “What? I’m not into you just for your looks,” I muttered.

“So you are into me.”

I balked. “Wha-? That’s not what I meant. I was just trying to say that looks are not all that matter about a person and I’m not shallow like that and-ugh. Just forget it. Life clearly hasn’t humbled you enough,” I mumbled in annoyance.

Isaac laughed again. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop. I just like seeing you flustered.”

I scoffed. “I am not flustered.”

“No?” Isaac scooted the slightest bit closer to me, the weight of his hand making the mattress dip between us, making me tip over a little in his direction. “Then why can’t you even look at me right now?”

He wasn’t wrong. Looking at him felt like an impossible task at the moment. We weren’t in a dimly lit corner of a frat house and I didn’t have a layer of alcohol to protect me from the intensity of the moment or use as an excuse to justify anything he made me feel. Having Isaac in my bed, even a broken version of him, was still a lot for my sober brain to process.

All my senses were on high alert, and when Isaac moved closer to me and kissed my shoulder, it made my heart rate accelerate.

“Isaac,” I breathed, unable to suppress the quiver in my voice as he continued slowly kissing the side of my neck, his warm breath washing over my sensitive skin.

“Hm?” He moved aside the strap of my tank top and kissed my exposed skin there. He was kissing me so softly, his lips almost hovering over my skin. It was driving me crazy. I wove my fingers through his hair and brought him closer, angling my face away to expose more of my neck to him.

He chuckled, tracing his mouth along my neck. He kissed me behind my ear, lingering there, his hand cradling the side of my head and holding me in place, his fingers woven through my hair.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he said softly, his lips against the shell of my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed my waist and maneuvered me so that I was sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my midsection and held me close against him, his mouth against my sternum. I could feel the outline of his dick pressing into my thigh. “If you want me to stop, please tell me,” he said. “I want you so bad I can’t even think straight anymore.”

His words, the strain of desperation in his voice, his strong arms locked around me, all of it was making my head spin. I somehow managed to find my voice.

“I want this, Isaac,” I said.

“I love the way my name sounds when you say it. I want you to moan it, okay? Over and over for me when I fuck you.”

And that was enough to make me abandon my last modicum of restraint. I ducked down to kiss him. Isaac didn’t waste any time reciprocating, his lips hungrily devouring my moans as his hand slid up my thigh. His other hand held the back of my neck and held me in place. His mouth trailed downwards, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, then my chest.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, his fingers pinching the hem of my tank top. After I nodded in agreement, he peeled the garment over my head, leaving me in my bra. Isaac wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed his face into my chest. He lingered there for a few moments, between my breasts, and even that turned me on. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, raking my nails lightly against his scalp.

I kissed Isaac’s temple. He pulled away, kissing my sternum before looking up at me.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head and smiled. “Nothing. I just can’t believe I’m doing this with you right now.”

Isaac’s hand reached around, his fingers lightly tracing my spine right below my bra clasp, sending shivers through my body. I exhaled a shaky breath as he pulled at the clasp and it swiftly came undone, the straps falling down my arms as my breasts became exposed to Isaac.

He pulled the bra straps all the way down my arms and threw the garment to the side. He placed his hands on the sides of my ribcage, his thumbs at the center, sliding upwards, stopping right underneath my breasts. He looked at my chest for about three seconds, and it was three seconds too long.

“Isaac,” I whined, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t mean to make you self-conscious. It’s just that. You’re perfect.”

I was too stunned to speak. This was so different from last time. That night, we were intoxicated and angry and everything was hard and fast and operating from a place of unfettered desire, hungry for more more more. This time, every touch and every glance was so careful. That is to say, it was full of care, gentle attention placed into every movement. I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t think he would take his time with me like this.

He gently clasped my wrists and moved my arms aside. Leaning forward, he took my right nipple into his mouth, his tongue softly stroking the sensitive nub. He used his thumb to rub my other nipple. I wove my fingers through his hair and threw my head back at the sensations that traveled through my body.

Isaac pulled away. “I want you to lay back for me,” he said softly.

I extracted my arms from around his shoulders and crawled backwards on my mattress until I reached the pillows. As I laid my head down, Isaac took his shirt off. I swallowed at the sight of him. He was still beautiful, but it was different from before.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. As he crawled forward and hovered over me, I ran my hands across his body, his shoulders that were slightly less broad, traced my fingers over his chest. He clasped my hand and stopped me.

“What?” I said gently.

He shook his head. “Please don’t.”

“Why?” I asked, but I knew. He expressed it already. He was self-conscious. I wished I could tell him it wasn’t his fault. I wished I could say that grief is not kind to anyone, and despite it, he still looked beautiful.

The words died in my throat when he brought my hand up to his lips and kissed the back of my knuckles, and then kissed me. He kissed down my body and peeled off my jeans, and then my underwear. He kissed the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, sucking at the skin a little. It made me cry out in pain and pleasure. He finally put his mouth where I needed it most.

He worked me with his tongue and his fingers, teasing and tasting and prodding until I was coming and quivering under the forearm he was using to hold me down.

When he was finally sheathed inside me, he buried his face into the crook of my neck, my arms beside me, our fingers clasped. He was going slow, each time pulling all the way out and then surging forward fast. I could feel every inch of him against my walls like this. It felt so good it made me delirious.

“Isaac, ah,” I yelped as he snapped his hips into me. “That’s so good, just like that.”

“Yeah? You like that?” he mumbled into my ear. He repeated his movement once more, twice, three times, and then stopped, staying in place this time, buried deep inside me. The feeling of him so close to me, over my skin and under it, his body heavy over mine. It was so intimate. It was nothing like last time.

“God,” I whimpered. “Isaac, please.”

“That’s good, baby. Keep saying my name.”

I did. I couldn’t help it, not with the way he started rutting into me, his movements faster but still measured. He dipped down and sucked my right nipple, and at the same time used his thumb to rub my clit.

“Fuck,” I whispered as my back arched off the bed. I felt Isaac come at the same time as he held me against him, his hand cradling the back of my head as he kissed me through my orgasm.

Afterwards, he laid down beside me. I stared at the ceiling, waiting for my breathing to stabilize. I looked over at Isaac.

He was smiling.

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#isaac lahey #daniel sharman #isaac lahey imagine #daniel sharman smut #daniel sharman imagine #this is very different from the first part so i hope you still like it ! #honestly i was a very different person when i wrote part 1 #literally like 3 years ago #i couldn't keep that same chaotic horknee energy because i am not that girl anymore lmao

[nashibirne]

That's What Friends Are For

This is a little one-shot that goes out to all the unicorn raiders (™️ by @lunedelorient ) out there. My unicorn 🦄 left me quite a few years ago but I still hope I managed to put myself into reader's shoes. I really hope you enjoy this - virgin or not!

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Pairing: Daniel Sharman x female reader

Words: 1.7 k

Summary: You're looking for someone to finally pop your 🍒, Daniel is willing to give you a helping hand 😏

Warnings: RPF, NSFW, 18+, virgin reader, loss of virginity, smut, sex, unprotected sex (don't try this at home - no glove, no love!), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, hand job

UNBETA'ED! English is not my mother tongue, so expect bad grammar, wrong spelling, chaotic punctuation and clumsy language. All mistakes are mine…

Disclaimer: I don't know DS or anyone related to him, this is pure fiction

Find my other stuff here: Masterlist

I don't use my usual Henry Cavill taglist for this, but there's a little squad that might be interested. Let me know if you want to be added!

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Now... let's go!

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"I could be your first."

"What?"

You stare at your best friend flabbergasted. You have just poured out your heart to him about how much you hate the fact that you're still a virgin, about all the opportunities you'd let pass by because it just didn't feel right, and about the few times it felt right but you got rejected and heartbroken.

"Why not? You trust me and I know you better than anybody else," Daniel shrugs with a sheepish smile.

"You're my best friend, Dan," you answer softly, not sure if that's a pro or a con.

"What if I want to be more than that?"

Your heart misses a beat, when you hear him speak the words you've wanted him to say for so long. You've been best friends for years and just as long, you've been secretly in love with him. You've never confessed to him because he has never given you the slightest impression that he feels the same way. Never. Until now.

You don't know what to say and so you just stare at him, agape with surprise and pretty sure you look like a carp out of water, your eyes wide, your mouth o-shaped, your breath going fast.

"More than friends?" you finally manage to stammer.

He gives you a nod and takes your hands.

"Much more, y/n."

"I don't understand, Daniel."

Your voice is quivering and somewhere in the back of your mind you are scared that he's playing a bad joke on you, although you rationally know that he'd never do something so cruel - not to you nor to anybody else.

He lets out a deep sigh, running a hand through his thick, wavy hair before he rolls his head to relax his tight neck muscles. When he looks at you again, the intensity of his gaze sends jolts of electricity down your spine.

"I hardly understand it myself," he explains, his voice calm and tense at the same time. "You were just a friend to me for so long, but in the past months I've learned so much about myself and so many things have changed. My feelings for you being one of those things."

He takes your hands again and you're fighting against your nervousness and your anxiety, holding his gaze, ready to listen to him instead of drifting off emotionally.

"Do you remember the night we went to the chippy and you had the giggles after tripping over your own feet?"

You nod, smiling at the memory. You'd stumbled and somehow managed neither to fall nor to drop your food but you'd buried your face in your chips for a second, leaving your nose dripping with curry sauce. You and Daniel weren't able to stop laughing for at least 15 minutes straight, annoying the other guest with your giggles and loud guffaw.

"That was the night I knew I was in love with you. I realized that you make me happy, that you complete me, that you're all I'll ever need," Daniel whispers, averting his eyes before he continues.

"I'm aware that you probably won't return my love but I still want you to know how I feel…"

"I do," you blurt out and your eyes meet his again. "I've been in love with you for years," you admit and before you're able to make further explanations his lips crash on yours. He tastes better than you ever could have imagined. His lips are so soft and his kiss shows so much hunger and desire, but it's still tender and sensual, the perfect mix of sexy and sweet. You have seen him kiss so many women, co-stars on screen and girlfriends in real life, never ever would you have expected him to kiss you one day. You've dreamt of it many times, of course you have, but in your dreams it wasn't half as good as this, as the real feeling of his tongue meeting yours, of his hands on your body.

You moan in unison when his hand slips under your shirt to caress your naked skin. His fingertips glide over your back, leaving a tingling trace, before they wander to your belly, stroking it gently.

You grab the hem of Daniel's shirt and pull it over his head, drinking in the sight of his toned but slender body. You bend forward and start to kiss his chest, making him moan again when you circle his nipples with your tongue.

"Fuck, y/n... this feels great," he sighs. Dan pulls you close to kiss you again, holding you tight just to spin you around and make you lie down on the couch, trapped underneath him, your upper body caged between his arms. He looks at you with the hell of a sexy smirk, and now it's you who pulls him close. You lose yourself in making out with him, enjoying his slow, sloppy kisses, his touch, his hard-on that makes his jeans bulge and that rubs against your throbbing pussy. You hardly notice how he opens the buttons of your blouse and strips it off your body, but once you realize it's gone you take off your bra and throw your head back with lust as soon as you feel his hands on your tits. He caresses them gently at first but he soon goes feral, kneading the soft flesh, teasing you by sucking and biting your nipples.

"I love your boobs," he pants, dry humping you slowly and you sigh with need and desire. Daniel smirks at you again, kissing a trail down your chest, showering your belly with little pecks. He opens the button and the zipper of your jeans and when you lift your hips he pulls them down together with your panties. He licks his lips like a hungry predator when he sees your pussy for the first time but what follows isn't raw or primal, it's pure tenderness. Daniel kisses your vulva, licking the tender flesh, sucking and kissing your pussy, taking his time, before he starts to stroke your wet folds, his long fingers parting them, gliding back and forth between your entrance and your clit. It's the sweetest torture you've ever experienced and you keep on moaning, turning into a panting mess under his touch soon.

"Dan…," you gasp, when he penetrates you with one finger carefully.

"Is that alright?" he asks with a frown, worry showing in his beautiful blue eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No, don't stop," you rasp, "go on. All the way. Be my first."

"Sure?"

"Fuck, yes... don't keep me hanging…"

He gives you a mischievous grin and you whimper when he starts pleasuring you again, making you so incredibly wet and ready for what's to come. He knows how to drive you crazy, how to bring you closer and closer to the edge just by the touch of his hands and you lose all self control in record time, rolling your hips, riding his fingers shamelessly while his thumb rubs over your clit.

"Oh god," you moan, "I'm so close, Dan."

He grunts and the animalistic sound turns you on even more.

"Cum for me, y/n. Cum all over my fingers, I need you nice and wet before I fuck you."

He grabs your hand and presses it on his boner to show you what you do to him. He's rock hard and you can't wait to feel him inside of you. You cum harder than ever while grabbing his dick through the fabric of his trousers, your body shaking underneath him and he kisses you through your orgasm, holding you tight. As soon as you're able to think again you start fumbling with his fly to get him naked. You want him so much, you feel like your desire is going to make you combust if he doesn't fill you soon. He strips off his jeans and briefs and you reach out for his cock to touch it. He moans when you give it a few strokes.

"I'm gonna get off in your hand, if you keep doing this", he whispers in your ear, making you giggle and you pull back your hand.

You flinch a bit, when you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Ready?" he wants to know and you nod, locking eyes with him. Daniel pushes in very slowly, carefully and the sensation of his dick inside of your wet pussy is overwhelming. So fucking fantastic, a sensual soft moan escapes your lips.

"Oh shit..you are so fucking tight," he growls, his voice deeper than ever, rumbling through your body, increasing your arousal once more. He penetrates you inch by inch and you're surprised that it hardly hurts when he pushes through your hymen. It's a brief moment of pain, over in the blink of an eye, and what comes next is nothing but pure pleasure. Daniel kisses you passionately while he starts moving. He thrusts slowly at first to give you time to adjust and get used to the feeling but as soon as you begin to roll your hips, meeting his motions, he knows you're ready for more and he picks up speed, fucking you faster and deeper, his cock brushing against exactly the right spot while his lower abdomen stimulates your clit and you wonder if you'll be able to reach a second high.

You feel so incredibly close to him already but you want him even closer and so you wrap your legs around his waist and your bodies seem to melt together, giving you the feeling of being one. Daniel comes with a drawn, hoarse moan, whispering your name as he empties himself inside of you, savouring every moment of his orgasm and when he thrusts you hard one last time he sends you over the edge again and you cry out loud when you cum too.

A few minutes later you find yourself in his bed, cuddled up in his arms, your head resting on his chest.

"Thank you," you whisper sleepily, feeling completely content, loved and happy.

"For what", Dan asks although he surely knows the answer.

"For making my first time so unforgettable and special."

"That's what friends are for, my love," he says with a wink and when he kisses you, you know this is going to last forever.

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