Okay, guys, here’s the deal…You may have noticed that this chapter took me a much longer time to write, and that is because I STRUGGLED so much with it…This chapter was meant to be much much longer, but to save my sanity, I decided to cut it in half!
So technically the next chapter will still be a part of this one which is why it seems like this one (18) ends so abruptly…I am so angry at myself for doing this but I literally could not take it anymore, and I had to seperate it. I promise you that the next chapter (or part 2) will be out ASAP, and I will not make you all wait so long again!
do you wanna touch me (there) -
Isaac Lahey one shot *smut*
Summary: After an exhausting day of running errands, you were disappointed to return home to an empty loft. Or so you thought.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Mature for graphic sexual content, heavy swearing
“I’m home!” you announced as you entered the loft, struggling to carry a week’s worth of groceries. Thinking you could hulk it out, you had grabbed all the bags from your car at the same time. Second trips were a bitch.
One of the bags slightly teetered against your arm, threatening to topple over. “Anyone here? I could use some help!” you desperately requested. You were met with silence.
“Guys?” you squeaked. Still nothing.
Yeah, you regretted everything.
Feeling like a rejected soccer mom, you huffed against a lock of hair that had fallen over your face. You trudged across the loft and into the kitchen, gingerly setting the groceries onto the counter.
“Children,” you grumbled bitterly to yourself. Even though you were all the same age. Well, excluding Derek.
“Everyone just runs around town chasing their little monsters, trying to save the whole damn world when they can’t even take care of themselves… So I’m just supposed to cook, clean, AND do their shopping for them… Which, okay fine, I don’t even mind that much. But it’s not like anyone has ever offered to help me with anything… “ You continued to mumble grievances under your breath as you stored the food away.
You placed Stiles’ favorite Cap’n Crunch cereal into a cabinet and Isaac’s cookie dough ice cream into the fridge followed by Lydia’s fat free Greek yogurt and Derek’s ample selection of lean meat and vegetables. Then, you put Scott’s specially requested three different flavors of Lay’s chips into the pantry and arranged Allison’s vegan cheese and bread on the counter.
You sighed as you leaned against the counter to relieve your sore feet.
Suddenly, you heard a crash followed by a swift “fuck!”
You swiveled around, startled by the unexpected outcry. Sounds like someone was home after all.
Irritation bubbled under your skin as you set off to track down the source of the noise. You were rather curious as to who it was and what they were doing because apparently it was far more important than responding to your cries for help.
One by one, you kicked open the doors lining the hallway. You were feeling dramatic.
All of the rooms were vacant so far, but there was one left at the end of the hall.
It belonged to Isaac.
You narrowed your eyes at his door, ajar and unsuspecting. You marched forward, ready to FBI his sorry ass when suddenly a deep, guttural moan broke through the air.
You froze. Was he…?
No. No way.
But it couldn’t hurt to confirm.
Creeping towards his room, you carefully nudged his door, peeking inside. What you saw caused your jaw to drop to the floor.
It was Isaac, laying naked on his bed with a fist wrapped resolutely around his cock. He was a sight to behold with his mouth gaping, eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy as he stroked himself up and down. A sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead and chest. His cheeks were tinted bright pink. He looked divine, ethereal even, a sharp contrast to the filthy moans that tumbled sporadically from his lips.
Irritation quickly forgotten, you stood dumbly outside his door, transfixed by his movements. Well, this explains why he couldn’t hear you earlier. Looking down at his floor, you saw a broken lamp discarded by his bed. You thought back to the loud crash you’d heard. Perplexed, you wondered how in the world this kid managed to break his lamp trying to have a wank.
A faint whimper redirected your attention to Isaac. His bed was positioned against the wall of his doorway, so he was facing away from you, but you had a full shot of his body. You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You knew it was wrong, lurking like a creep behind him. Even though basic human decency would dictate that you leave immediately and give your friend his privacy, you physically couldn’t turn away, too afraid to miss a single moment.
He was somehow more beautiful than you’d imagined. His body, splayed out in careless abandon, was something straight out of a Michelangelo painting. His arm strained to maintain his pace, muscles taut under glistening skin. A light smattering of hair adorned his chest, followed by a provocative trail leading down to his considerable erection.
Captivated by its sheer size, you swallowed your gasp, inspecting all the prominent lines and veins that decorated his cock. You licked your lips, mouth dry with desire. You’d never been so turned on before.
It’s not that you weren’t sexually experienced, but those other guys barely lasted thirty seconds before they finished without you, leaving you unsatisfied and underwhelmed. Seeing Isaac pleasure himself was getting you off more than any of them ever had.
You closed your legs, rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to quell some of the tension pooling in your stomach. You weren’t even in the same room as Isaac and he was sending you over the edge. At this point, oxygen was becoming an issue as your struggled to even out your breathing. In response, your heart rate spiked, trying to restore equilibrium to your wanton state.
Passively, you wondered why Isaac hadn’t sensed your body’s reaction yet, what with his werewolf hearing and smell. He should’ve heard your heart pounding or at least caught whiffs of your arousal. You were embarrassingly drenched.
You strained your ears, trying to listen to what Isaac was saying. For about a minute, all you heard were soft moans until a rather strangled grunt caught your attention.
Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock.
Did he just say your name? Did Isaac Lahey just moan your name as he jerked himself off? It seemed more likely that you had finally reached the point of being horny where you just straight up start hallucinating.
In your everyday life, Isaac never regarded you as more than just a friend. You let him copy your Chemistry homework and he helped you train, running miles with you and teaching you fighting techniques, insisting you needed to learn in case he “wasn’t there to protect you.”
Sure, every once in a while, he fell asleep with his head in your lap and you pretended that he didn’t nuzzle your inner thigh with his nose. And sometimes, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his scarf around your neck because he said he liked knowing you were warm and you ignored how good he smelled up close.
But just because you fancied that there could be something deeper between you two doesn’t mean that he felt the same. It was impossible that Isaac was getting himself off thinking about you, especially because he was seemed so engrossed in his actions that he didn’t even notice that you were standing less than six feet away from him.
You were definitely hallucinating.
“[y/n], fuck,” Isaac grunted again.
He was louder this time, rubbing himself more aggressively. You sucked in a breath. Nope, definitely hadn’t imagine that.
This was real. Isaac was saying your name. Not Allison, not Lydia. You.
You leaned pitifully against his doorway, your knees giving out at the realization that you were the driving force behind his euphoria. Out of all the resources at his disposal, he chose to think about you. You were the reason he was panting like a dog, gripping his sheets and muttering obscenities, one hand still deliciously twisting around his engorged shaft.
“God, fucking dammit,” Isaac gritted, his voice quivering with desperation. He was close.
You started to bounce on your toes, all of a sudden torn between your feelings. Fear hit you first because all you wanted to do right now was straddle him and help him finish, looking directly into his eyes as he repeated your name again and again. But what if he got angry that you’d been spying on him? You were currently in major violation of his privacy and if this went south, your friendship might not sustain the awkwardness.
A wave of courage surged through you. What if you decided to be bold? And what if he actually reciprocated your feelings? It seemed your lust, combined with your infatuation and dangerously inflated ego, had fostered a new brazen personality. You were tired of always putting others first, never pursuing what you wanted.
Fuck it. What did you really have to lose? If he rejects you, you could just tell him to go fuck himself. Literally. While moaning your name.
Also, not only did you really want to do this, but you’d always considered yourself a good friend. If Isaac wanted to get off, then you were going to help.
Taking a deep breath, you confidently strode over the threshold of Isaac’s bedroom, slamming the door into the wall. Your sudden intrusion alarmed Isaac out of his reverie. His unfocused eyes met yours, then widened in bewilderment.
“[y/n], shit,” Isaac scrambled around, seemingly trying to stand up and cower away at the same time. You swiftly made your way over, mounting his thighs and pushing his shoulders back down. He looked up at you, stunned in disbelief. You were both surprised by your dominance.
“Hiii,” you chimed, your mouth tugging up at one corner. “What’s up?”
You affectionately brushed away some curly tendrils stuck to his forehead.
Isaac stilled at your touch, almost imperceptibly tilting his head into your palm. He swallowed, still unsure of what was happening. Frankly, you didn’t know either, improvising as you went along.
“[y/n], what’s going on?” he asked nervously, still panting a little.
“I could hear you from the kitchen.”
“Oh–wait the kitchen?! You heard me… all the way from the kitchen. Great,” he finished lamely. “Was anyone else with you?”
“Okay, that’s–that’s good. Yeah,” he stuttered. “Um, did you hear everything I said?”
“Yeah, I was standing outside your door,”
you bluntly confessed. His face turned a deeper shade of red.
“Shit, okay, you know that I wasn’t being some creepy guy just jerking off to your name, right? I mean, I was jerking off… and saying your name… But it isn’t like that, I promise. You’re more special than that, okay? I didn’t even know anyone was home! Fuck, [y/n], you have every right to hate me–”
You swooped down suddenly, pressing your lips against his, cutting him off mid-rant.
Isaac sharply sucked in through his nose, going rigid under you in shock.
You kept some distance between your bodies, supporting yourself on your hands to avoid overwhelming him all your weight. You lingered for a few moments, your hair curtaining your joined lips as you waited for him to recover. Hesitantly, Isaac responded, parting his lips as he leaned up to meet your movements.
Gradually gaining confidence, he lifted his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and bringing you flush against him. He cradled your jaw, holding you in place as he kissed you back emphatically.
Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulder, clinging to him as your mind swam in delight. But when Isaac started to grind his bare hips into yours, you swiftly pulled away, surprised that you’d gotten carried away so fast. You sat up, taking in the flustered expression on his face, his eyes half-lidded in disorientation. You bit your lip, stifling the laughter bubbling in your chest.
“So, I guess I don’t hate you,” you remarked casually, gently caressing his cheek with your knuckles. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, which was still very red from your previous ministrations.
Isaac blinked, absorbing your words, his chest heaving up and down. He looked forward at where your clothed sex hovered a few millimeters above his still erect cock that now rested against his stomach.
“Christ, [y/n],” Isaac breathed out. You could tell he was still wrestling with his emotions just like you were earlier. His eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. Patiently, you waited for him to sort out his thoughts.
“Let me get this straight. So you just barged in here, fully aware of what I was doing, then climbed on top of me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am naked.” Isaac’s voice inflected at the end as he flippantly motioned to his persistent erection. “Then, you kissed me. And pulled away like ten seconds later!”
You nodded thoughtfully, then burst into giggles, amused by how baffled he sounded. If this is how people reacted when you stepped out of your comfort zone, you never wanted to play it safe again.
“And your point is?” you inquired innocently, a smirk teasing your features.
He raised an eyebrow at you, locking his jaw.
“I mean, was there a problem with what I did? Because if you’d prefer to just take care of yourself, you can tell me. I’ll just leave you to it,” you shrugged nonchalantly, slightly lifting off the bed. You were abruptly pulled back down by Isaac’s large hands clasping your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he held you down. You huffed out a breath of laughter, placing your hands on his torso to balance yourself.
“You shouldn’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he warned evenly, his thumbs tracing circles on your inner thighs. You sobered at his tone, now trying to hold back a whimper.
“What if I want you to finish?” you challenged. “What if I want to watch you finish, hear you say my name over and over like you were doing earlier.”
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk pulling at his mouth. Neither of you had ever experienced your smug side before.
“Tell me what this is, [y/n], and we’ll do anything you want. Tell me what happens next,” he demanded, his voice so commanding that you felt it rumble through your core.
You exhaled, considering the implications of his questions.
“Well, I don’t know what ‘this’ is… but I know I don’t want to stop,” you offered candidly.
“Yeah?” Isaac murmured with a small smile, kneading his hands up and down your thighs. “I don’t want to stop either.”
“That’s good,” you whispered airily, shivering as his fingers trailed the bare skin just below your ass. “And as for what happens next…”
You crossed your arms over you body, grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it over your head.
“That depends on you telling me exactly what you pictured me doing while you were touching yourself.”
Even though you spoke confidently, you secretly wished you’d worn a different bra. Maybe something lacy or black, just anything that wasn’t white and cotton and thrown on in haste. But Isaac didn’t seem to mind, staring open-mouthed at your chest.
He looked at you, rendered speechless by your initiative. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes a darker shade of blue than before.
“This looks about right, actually,” Isaac approved.
He folded his hands behind his head, propping himself up. He observed you, cocky and thrilled that you were giving yourself to him. “We’re just missing one thing…”
You frowned, cocking your head to the side. What did you forget?
He chuckled lightly at your questioning look, answering you silently by gently tugging you forward to slam his lips against yours. Oh.
You smiled into the kiss, giddy with contentment, thinking back to before when you’d pulled away a little too early. You were eager to act out all of Isaac’s fantasies, but you would’ve also been happy if this is all he wanted to do tonight.
Because right here–you wrapped in his embrace, his hand in your hair, your tongue in his mouth–was exactly how you pictured it.
Dah-dah-da-DAAAH the shop is open and there’s new shit! Gonna be adding a few more stickers, some painted boxes (Ganondorf sold already, but I’m thinking I should draw him more???) and there will be tee shirts incoming! More on that later as I add them.
Jensen stared at her in disbelief, looking over her shoulder towards the small convenient store and back into her eyes. Y/N and Jensen were standing in a small town in the middle of nowhere. They were on spring break and there first vacation together. Neither Y/N and Jensen were much into the party scene so instead they had decided to go camping together.
Everything had been been going great. They were one day into their vacation and last night true to fashion they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Their fun had come to an abrupt end though the moment Jensen had realised he had left his condoms at his place. Y/N had been just about as frustrated at Jensen was himself, but they had found a way to calm each other down. Still, a week without any actual sex on their first vacation away together wasn’t an option in his mind, so they had opted to go into a small town nearby where they were camping out at the lake.
This is from Y/N’s POV. So! A lot of people seem to enjoy this heavily angsty series for some reason, and I really wanted to thank you so much for all the continuous love and support you give this writing
Dedicated to and requested by:@taeyongbelviso , I hope you’re enjoying your vacation, sweetie
Ah, Charmander. The very first fire type in the pokédex and my personal favorite Kanto starter. Charmander’s tail has a bit of a reputation in the pokémon world, based on an early anime episode where its stated that if Charmander’s tail ever goes out, it will die.
However, this is misleading. Charmander’s flame isn’t a candle he carries around for fun. His tail flame is a biological process in his body, equivalent to us exhaling. The status of his tail doesn’t affect his health, but rather his tail reflects his health. If Charmander’s tail burns dimly, you can think of it like having dark circles under your eyes, or looking pale when you are sick.
For example: Red’s Charizard in Pokémon Origins is shown to be completely submerged but his tail still burns brightly. As goodnamesareoverrated explained in this post, this is because Red’s Charizard is perfectly healthy, and its fire is fueled internally rather than depending on oxygen in the atmosphere.
I compared it to breathing before: let’s expand on this. To start, its important to understand exactly what fire is. You shouldn’t think of fire as a physical “thing”, but rather a process. When you look at a fire, you’re really seeing a chemical reaction taking place. In the case of a campfire, the reaction is a two-step process between the wood (a fuel) and the atmosphere (oxygen). The equation looks something like this:
This is definitely not the only way to start a fire, though. As I just said, this reaction depends on oxygen from the atmosphere, and would be suffocating underwater. If you supply the oxygen from somewhere else, its completely possible to sustain a fire underwater.
A good example of this is gun powder, where potassium nitrate (KNO3) supplies the oxygen and so there is no need for the atmosphere’s help. Thermite reactions are similar, such as iron thermite and copper thermite:
As humans, we intake a lot of oxygen through breathing, and its stored in our blood. Perhaps Charmander uses the oxygen he breathes to store as fuel for his fire, in one of these types of reactions.
Anyways, you get the point. With the right reaction, Charmander’s tail won’t depend on outside sources like rain or suffocation, but only on his internal health. When you’re sick or have allergies, you might find it hard to breathe, like Charmander finds it hard to maintain his tail. When he’s happy and healthy, his tail burns brightly.
Charmander’s tail flame is a biological process, similar to breathing, which does not depend on external factors. When it is unhealthy, the flame burns weakly.
When it is weak, Charmander’s flame might be more susceptible to outside threats. Once a fire goes out, its hard to get it started again.