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Pairing: Isaac Lahey x male reader

Series: Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut

word count: 2594

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English is not my first language sorry if there are spelling mistakes enjoy Reading

Isaac smiled and laughed madly. Y/n closed the front door behind him and his boyfriend, before pressing against the older boy's back and pressing a quick kiss to his neck, his mitten-clad hands touching the other young man's sides, finally wrapping around his. chest hugging him tightly from behind.

"Thank you Isaac. Are you okay. Even though it's absolutely icy, ice skating can be fun,” Y/n acknowledged, smiling against the older man's back. He could feel his boyfriend reaching up he own arms and taking Y/n's hands in he´s, squeezing them gently as he turned his head and pouted his lips to kiss him. Something Y/n happily gave him.

"I told you so," the taller of the two murmured against Y/n's lips, causing Y/n to laugh again at the tickling vibrations.

Reluctantly walking away, Y/n finally removed he gloves, along with he shoes, coat, and the warm knitted scarf that he had once owned he mother's, before carefully hanging everything in the appropriate places on he. .

Shivering, still feeling quite cold, Y/n hugged himself, rubbing his arms and trying to get warm as he looked away from the boyfriend on he. “So, I'm a little cold. Do you want to come down and watch a movie with me, maybe snuggle under the covers for a bit? he asked innocently as he started to walk towards the basement, knowing without looking that Isaac was hot on his trail. He could feel the older youth's eyes glued to his back as he hummed his agreement. Or, rather, Y/n could feel those ocean blue eyes focused on his thighs and butt in a hunting way.

Oh well, he guessed he had a pretty nice butt... he would have strutted if he hadn't been so icy cold, but the way he was, Y/n wanted nothing more than to turn the temperature up to the max and get into it. bed.

Which he did, after fetching his laptop from his desk and telling Isaac to pick a movie while he fiddled with the heater a bit himself.

Pretty soon they were lying side by side on their stomachs, their elbows brushing against each other as they shifted to get comfortable; the soft, sad words of Ewan McGregor speaking in the background as they smiled at each other.

To say that Y/n had been pleased when he noticed the movie Isaac had chosen would be an understatement. He adored Moulin Rogue, and well aware that his boyfriend knew it even though he wasn't that much of a fan, Y/n knew without a doubt that he would do something to make it up to the elder. Later though, like after the movie.

There was something about that movie that hooked Y/n; maybe it was the grand, lavish musical numbers, maybe it was the unabashed romance that ran through every minute, but it was hands down Y/n's favorite movie. Well, at least it tied for first place with Sound of Music, but in his mind it really was that good.

And as always, Y/n was mesmerized from the first minute, his mind instantly captured by the all-too-familiar story. Always as if it was the first time he saw it.

They were at the part where she introduces self to Satine to sing he first song where Y/n first felt the hand running down he back; warm and steady as he caresses his clothing, his delicate fingertips innocently dipping below his waist and caressing his cool flesh, raising goosebumps. A quick glance tells him nothing: Isaac seems totally enthralled with the movie, but Y/n knows something is up.

But - Moulin Rogue. There is nothing that can make you stop watching it.

“You know,” Isaac whispers in his ear a few minutes later, making him shiver with heat, “I can think of a few other ways to warm you up again. Ways that are not only more fun, but also much more... effective...”

And once again, Y/n flinches, though he's not sure if it's from the taller man's words, or from his hands that had traveled even lower, now placing one of he buttocks on top of his tight jeans. Chances are he's a combination of the two anyway, since when he closes his eyes there are thousands of images flitting by in quick succession, each little image hotter than the next.

Him writhing on his back, his stomach, Isaac pressed against him, above him, below him. Y/n on his knees, Isaac on his knees... Y/n bent over Isaac's lap...

Nope! No, he's playing his favorite movie. All of that will have to wait, even though he is uncomfortably hard against the mattress.

"Later, Isaac, maybe after the movie," Y/n replies flippantly, turning he gaze back to the screen just in time to see Satine fall off the swing. Y/n gasps silently; both from seeing he fall once more, and from Isaac squeezing he butt quite nicely.

“How about I do all the work and you can still watch the movie?” Isaac continues, placing a series of kisses along his neck and his somewhat bare shoulder.

Y/n has to bite he bottom lip to keep from moaning as the other guy grabs onto he skin and starts biting and sucking gently. "Once the movie is over, we can do whatever you have planned, okay?" Y/n promises, trying to absorb what's happening on screen, but finds it difficult with the wonderful neck attack from him. Although not that he would ever admit it.

"Please?" Isaac murmurs, licking sweetly at the little bruise that will be gone by morning. "Like I said, you can keep watching Satine seduce that creepy duke and I'll do all the work." A little pinch on Y/n's earlobe before he continues. “And you know how much you like it when I spank you…”

This time, Y/n definitely gasps, and a small moan escapes his throat before he can choke it back.

God Isaac is playing dirty, saying things he knows Y/n won't refuse. I can't refuse. He doesn't want to refuse. Not really anyway.

But, but... Moulin Rogue! It had been months since he had last seen him; school, the lacrosse team and helping his dad by monopolizing his time, not to mention the kid was half spread all over him now that he can finally enjoy the movie he really doesn't want to stop.

So he refuses to budge, wanting to see the movie. But that's the problem, right? Because he definitely wants Isaac to continue too. He loves to be spanked; he always makes him so damn hot and bothered, always guaranteeing to give him the best releases. Those tingling sparks that shoot straight through he entire body with each small stroke, he sensitive skin and flesh accepting each stroke easily and with relish, bursting with arousal and hanging on the brink of cumming before the final blow has struck. ..

Holy stars, he wasn't going to be able to say no, was he?

He finally snuggles back into the duvet beneath him, unable to stop himself from grinning goofily at the thought of his boyfriend behind him, shifting impatiently hoping Y/n will let him touch the ivory skin in front of him, to practically mutilate him. . "Fine, fine," Y/n finally concedes with an exasperated but happy smile. "Get on with it, and I'll finish this movie myself".

A quick, open-mouthed kiss is placed just below his ear. "Thank you," Isaac whispers softly. With just a little help, Y/n can feel Isaac pulling down his skinny jeans along with his underwear, and shivers as he feels the cold air making contact with his still-frozen skin.

'Isaac better be right about turning me on...' Y/n thinks cleverly, once again trying and failing to focus on the screen in front of him. He's not going to be able to assimilate a single moment of the movie, is he?

When the first punch lands on his right cheek, Y/n knows he's definitely not going to care about the movie anymore, not while those sparks shoot up his body and make him bite his lower lip to keep from screaming. of pleasurable agony. His cock, already hard and dripping, drags against the bedding beneath him as the second blow against his ass hits, causing his hips to lurch forward and a groan to escape from his throat. .

God, it had been too long since they'd last done this.

Although they had only been together for less than six months, they had already found various problems big and small that they enjoyed together; spanking definitely being the most exciting thing for both of them. And believe that everything had started by chance.

Isaac had only walked up to him in the school hallway to kiss him good morning before walking away with a little slap on his jean covered bum. However, the older boy hadn't gotten very far before Y/n lunged at him, red-faced and out of control aroused, and demanded the older boy fuck him in the janitor's closet before class. All for a small, harmless bump.

That had been the start of it all, and nowadays Isaac always made sure to spank Y/n when they had little time to cum, or when they had more than enough time and just wanted to turn Y/n on and annoy him. Or anytime really. Something the countertenor was aware of, but he found no reason to argue. Not when he felt as amazing as he did.

The third and fourth blows hit the crack of him and Y/n lets out muffled moans against his elbow where he had hidden his face. He hits five, six and seven landing in the creases between he thigh and butt, making he bite down hard on his arm to keep from crying out. Eight and nine land further into his back, causing his hips to lift, leaning in more to ensure the next punch lands more toward the center of his lob.

Isaac lands on his front and Y/n moans with pleasure.

After that, Y/n was more or less numb, moaning with each little hit and getting closer and closer to his release. He's about to cum when Isaac finally relents from him and Y/n protests heatedly, too flustered and desperate for the older guy to stop now of all time.

"What?! No, no, don't stop! Don't you dare stop now! I was about to come!" Y/n groans, trying to fully embellish self against the mattress, but strong hands gripping he hips they stop him.

“Maybe I don't want you to come yet,” Isaac teases, pressing a quick kiss to his stinging, reddened flesh. "Maybe I want to be buried in that wonderful ass of yours when you come, feel you squeeze me..."

And, gosh, isn't that a pretty picture? Hastily nodding along with Isaac's plan, Y/n moves his hips up, wordlessly begging the other boy to hurry up and do exactly that. But Isaac just laughs and caresses his sensitive bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Relax Y/n, there's no rush, and I have to stretch you, right? Now do you want my fingers or do you want my tongue?

And really, if Isaac thinks there's any question about what Y/n wants from those two options, Y/n might have to reconsider his boyfriend choices. Still, he practically sings his response: “Language, tongue, definitely your tongue. God. please, please, please, oh!

His moaning pleas are drowned out by the first stroke of Isaac's very talented tongue through the gaping crack in him; a wet trail of saliva now running from his balls to the base of his spine. After that Isaac pretty much gobbles it up, not that Y/n is complaining at all.

Round and round, that tongue strikes at his eager entrance, making him buck and jerk and groan and gasp and plead. That devious little tongue is making him fall apart apparently, and Isaac hasn't even raped him yet. And he knows he won't be allowed to come until Isaac is inside him, he knows he won't be allowed to come unless he's squeezing the blessed length of his boyfriend. And while knowing all of that is complete and utter torture, it's also so damn exciting and tantalizingly hot.

Grabbing the sheets in his hands and squeezing them tight, Y/n arches as Isaac finally points out his tongue and slowly, oh so slowly, pushes it into him. Making fun of him. Torturing him.

Over and over that tongue fucks him; His muscles gradually relaxed around the intrusion, allowing it to go deeper. Y/n is panting, little 'uh uh' coming out of his mouth constantly as Isaac spreads his ass even wider and delights in it.

"Please, please, Isaac, just get inside, please, I'm ready, I'm so, so ready…" Y/n stammers, begging the tenor to move and fuck him once and for all.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, leaving stray licks around the edge of him as he thumbs Y/n's hole open. “What if I want to keep eating you out then, huh? What if I want to rip your ass apart before I fuck you? So what, huh?

Y/n just groans in response, pushing his butt back as far as he can, his trembling limbs not allowing much movement.

But it seems to be enough, because he can feel the older boy's fingers emptying him, he can feel his presence walking away before returning, and when a quiet 'click' sounds from a bottle, Y/n is internally glad.

Very soon there is a wet pressure against his hole, and pressing back he can feel something fill him. Something so big, so thick, so long. So absolutely familiar and totally welcome.

A long moan passes his lips as Isaac pushes into him, stretching him wide. After that, the only thing Y/n can notice is the way Isaac hits him, how he fills him up over and over again, punishing his prostate and getting every sound imaginable out of Y/n. Everything is so perfect with this guy who is so good to him, so good at making Y/n feel beautiful and sexy and desired.

Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around his waist and lifts his hips to rest on his unsteady knees; causing the quick, stabbing thrusts to go even deeper into him, reaching depths Y/n didn't even know Isaac could touch, and he screams how much he loves him.

It isn't long before he can feel the expected orgasm rushing over him, occupying all of his senses as he freezes before exploding; his cock spurted between him and the mattress, his ass tightening around Isaac's thick length. He's on cloud nine, lounging there for several long seconds before slowly coming back down to earth, to his bed, to his Isaac and feeling him spilling his load deep into his ass, coating his inner walls. splendidly.

For many long minutes afterwards, only loud panting is heard in his room; Y/n lay with he head resting on Isaac's chest, feeling each breath as they calmed down together. His hands are clasped on Isaac's stomach, Isaac's thumb stroking the back of his hand.

Finally, Y/n is able to muster his wits from him, and with a smile and a quick peck on the cheek from he boyfriend, he turns around and finds the computer that had been folded out of the way during his previous activities. .

"So since I can't remember where we were, I guess we'll just watch it from the beginning," Y/n says with a smile in Isaac's direction. "Would you mind watching it with me?"

[buckybarnesss]

In response to both you saying that you haven’t sought out the teen wolf cast in other things and the tags on your latest post where you called Isaac a living renaissance painting: Daniel Sharman was in a period show about the Medicis and it was like, not a fun watch (I only got through one episode just to look at him) but he looked so much like he belonged in that time period. He looked so good it’s insane (maybe just search it on Google images tho)

daniel sherman is beautiful. he looks like a cherub. like he should saunter out of the 1400s.

[weherzit]

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

No Way ~ I.L.

A/n: Put a little twist on the request, hope you don’t mind. Also this is really more of a Drabble. Sweet little innocent thing, am I right?

Request: “...Isaac lahey x male reader were he’s trying to find a way to tell his super enthusiastic hyper boyfriend that he’s a werewolf and when he gets the courage to tell him the reader tells him he already knows and is like. “Issac we live in beacon hills it’s not that hard to figure out.”” by anon

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As much as Isaac absolutely loved his boyfriend, it was times like this that he was inches away from strangling the other boy.

Isaac understood that Y/n was high energy and rarely if ever calmed down or stopped talking - let alone settled down for a serious conversation. That was one of the reason Isaac had come to appreciate him so much. He was light hearted and easy to be around. Refreshing even. Isaac’s life was dark and heavy and all consuming. At some point he had adopted that weight, and grown distant and bitter and cold. Y/n softened him, warmed him. He wouldn’t change it for the world...

Just, sometimes, he wished he could at least have one serious conversation with him - at least every once in a while.

He knew too that Y/n would Listen to him and try his best to engage if he would just listen to what Isaac was saying. If he’d calm down and catch on that Isaac needed his attention for a moment, Y/n would give it to him. Unfortunately, Y/n’s adhd had been at an all time high recently as he was also manic. Unfortunately Isaac had finally gotten the permission and the courage to tell his boyfriend he was a werewolf... in time for it to be impossible to do.

So, really, it was more funny than anything. He knew that Y/n would have absolutely loved to hear every juicy detail. He’d had thought the whole thing really awesome and would have wanted to learn as much as he could to input and help out. He would be a good addition to the pack, helping Stiles with setting a lighter mood. Isaac would like to just include Y/n into more of his life as well.

Alas.

He had been trying for an hour now and he had gotten absolutely nowhere. In a last ditch attempt he grabbed Y/n’s face, slow and gentle as not to startle him. “My love?”

Finally he stopped talking on and on about how his math teacher had this really funny back and forth with one of the problem students in the class. “Yeah?” He focuses on Isaac and immediately grew sheepish, recognizing the Look on his face. “Ah, I’m talking over you again aren’t I?”

Isaac chuckled. “Just a bit.” He leaned forward, leaving a soft kiss on Y/n’s forehead. “But it’s okay. I love to hear you talk - I just have something kind of important to tell you that you’re going to freak out over and think is super super awesome... but you need to listen to me for a second.”

Y/n giggled, nodding. “Yeah okay go ahead. I’m listening.”

Isaac, still smiling, tried to sort his thoughts for a few moment before thinking. He couldn’t think of an easy, believable way to make Y/n be able to swallow this information without freaking out so he decided to just go for it. “I’m a werewolf.”

Y/n sat there. His expression was unchanging at first, and then slowly morphed to one of confusion. “You... what?” He scoffed in amusement, but the sound was weak as he finally absorbed the honest way Isaac was speaking and looking at him right now. “_}\ you fucking with me?”

Isaac out right laughed. “Uh, no, though I don’t blame you for thinking I am.” He swallowed, taking a second to wet his mouth as he tried to figure out where to start. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions. Wanna just sit here for a while and go through everything until you’re caught up?”

Y/n nodded slowly. “Yes.” He hesitated, but once he saw the ready expression on Isaac’s face he launched into all kinds of test of proof. Once he was sufficiently proven (the half transformation was enough to make Y/n’s eyes shoot wide), the questions began.

They sat on the bed in Y/n’s room for at least an hour - maybe two. Isaac was glad no one else was home, he could only imagine what the conversation would have looked like to someone else. That wasn’t much of a worry though - he was too focused on what was happening. How Y/n was taking it.

Which, was surprisingly well actually.

When Isaac had finished explaining himself and his own abilities, he took in a sharp breath. “And that’s just me. There are other wolves - I’m part of a pack. See, I was turned by-“

“Derek,” Y/n interrupted, nodding as if that that common knowledge. It was Isaac’s turn to be shocked. “Scott wouldn’t turn you, he’s too careful and shit. And of course Peter was an alpha, but I think he isn’t anymore or something? I don’t know he sure listens to everyone else a lot at least.”

Isaac sputtered for a second. “How do you know this?”

Y/n shot a look at Isaac like he was an idiot. “Are you kidding me? It’s Beacon Hills, and none of you or your little bad guys are exactly low key about what’s going on. Scott’s turned on the field a dozen times. Jackson had a breakdown in the public bathroom a while ago. Lydia started screaming bloody murder in the parking lot - hell, she had a whole ass break down on the football field after being mauled practically to death. Derek lurks around here like some kind of weird ass creeper, and Boyd may not have changed too much but Erica had a full 360 personality and physical change. Battles happen, like, daily AT the school. You thought no one would notice?” He scoffed, mostly in amusement, but also a little bit in offense. “I mean, I figured you were involved somehow but I thought you were human. Love is blind, am I right?”

Isaac was so shocked, he found himself huffing breaths of broken laughter, shaking his head. “I cannot believe you.”

Y/n winked. “Yeah well you’re dating a smart guy what can I say?”

“Apparently,” Isaac eased. He felt lots of stress he had secretly been harboring about this whole thing melt away from him and his shock and slight panic turned smoothly into a deep and burning love for the man he had fallen for. “I’m the luckiest man alive, hm?”

“Unfortunately,” Y/n disagreed. “That honor goes to me.”

Isaac laughed, a lot smoother this time. “Yeah yeah.” He calmed, grinning. “You have any more questions?”

Y/n’s eyes light up. “Do I?” His energy was back stronger than ever and Isaac had forgotten why a moment ago that had irritated him.

They were in for a long day, and the blonde werewolf knew that he was going to thoroughly enjoy every single second of it.

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Male readers tag: @stuckoutsideofthebox

[grimecrow]

Every Isaac Lahey fan knows this to be true!

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

peak renaissance romance

when lorenzo told clarica as they were parting in fear of oncoming war: 'you are in my thoughts' and she answered 'and you in mine. always.'

and

when she was freaking out scared she will lose him if he goes on another trip, so he sat at her feet and said softly filled with affection and patience for her distress: 'i have to go but I cannot leave without your love.'

from: s3e2

[ladyviserra]

Imagine meeting Willas Tyrell for the first time...

" M'Lady, I hope you like the Highgarden. " He kissed the back of your hand making you blush.

" I think it's beautiful. " You explained taking a look behind him.

" You haven't seen the best part yet. Would you mind if I showed you? " Willas held your hand in his palm waiting for your answer.

" I would be honoured, my Lord. " He took your arm and lead you to the garden.

" I prefer if you call me Willas. " He whispered when you were closer to one another.

" As you wish, Willas. " You moved to the gardens, disappearing in the colourful flowers.