the knife in my teeth | isaac night x reader * part ii
in your shape | isaac night x reader *
slept so long | isaac night x reader [ghost au] *
a boy is a gun | isaac night x reader *
letter i | lucas pierce x reader [vignettes]
drink deep | isaac night x reader *
* connotes smut — heed content warnings.
ASKS: 50+ — not ignoring anyone, i just like to keep requests/thirsts in one place until i feel like writing them.
guidelines:
things i won’t write + interact with: incest/step or pseudo-incest, non-con, master/slave dynamics, a/b/o dynamics, white-coded readers.
i do not write any white-coded readers in my writing and refuse to reblog any content that depicts this (image toppers/aesthetic moodboards/gifs or descriptions). mutuals are not exempt from this. i talk about racism and colorism openly.
please reblog and/or comment on my fics. thank you. i don’t have taglists. don’t demand anything of me and don’t be rude. if i suspect any unorthodox concepts being stolen from this blog, you will be blocked. mutual or otherwise.
requests are welcomed via inbox but i will not put pressure on myself and only write when i feel like it. do not send me requests that you’ve sent to other writers. do not ask for continuations, if the inspiration strikes or if it is popular enough, i will write it myself.
i think a love language for Isaac is keeping track of your pulse. he doesn’t do it consciously, but you always notice his thumb gently stroking your wrist when he holds your hand, or his fingertips brushing the pulse point of your neck when he pulls you close for a kiss. at night, you often wake to find his head resting against your chest, your devoted genius counting every beat and letting it lull his racing mind to sleep. your pulse—every rhythmic thrum at your wrist or neck, every steady thump beneath his touch—grounds him, reminding him that you’re still there. that the heart he so adores is still healthy, still beating for him and him alone.
