Hi guys!!! Sorry for being gone so long. I am utterly exhausted tbh but like I'm surviving and as long as I am surviving I will write. Haha. Much love to you guys and here is the first part of my new series. I hope I haven't fallen off fr LMAO.
THANK YOUU <3
WORD COUNT: 3.1K
CW: Violence, Slight Gore
You stare out of the frosty window and onto the street highlighted by ice. The sight was oddly beautiful to you, the way the glassy reflection projected the colors the world offered to it. You couldn’t help but get a little distracted from your task as you zone out— at least, you did until you heard your boss’s voice from behind the counter.
“Y/N! How are the windows looking?” She asks with a hint of playfulness in her tone. You blink and draw yourself back into the moment.
“Clear as a crystal,” you replied in a similar tone, “just admiring the view a bit.”
“That’s fine… but don’t admire too long. Just need you to finish up the windows and floors, and we’ll be outta here for the night.”
“Yes ma’am,” you nodded and picked the spray bottle back up.
The rest of the closing shift went smoothly. Nothing different, nothing hard, nothing new. You and your boss locked up the place and said goodnight to each other before heading to your respective homes.
For you, that was a humble apartment on the outskirts of Jericho that you shared with your roommate, William… nice enough guy.
Well... he used to be at least, until he went on a hunting trip with friends and his body was found a few days later in a cave with chains on the wall. Gory stuff, not fun— and he didn’t really deserve it at all. Police chalked it up to a bear attack, poor bastard. God rest his soul, hopefully.
Nonetheless, the tragic passing of your roommate had sadly left you alone to pay the rent for the apartment. While you could do it, it wasn’t without a bit of struggle, and you never truly felt financially secure until the roommate position was filled. You had the ads up; now you just had to wait.
You pushed the door open to the apartment and flicked the light switch. The lights illuminated the living room, kitchen, and hallway of the apartment. You sighed and locked the door before plopping your bag and keys down onto the table. You removed your shoes and put them into the shoe cubby you had before sliding on your house slippers and strolling straight into the bathroom— a hot bath sounding appealing during a colder winter night.
Now dressed in pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, you stare at the screen of the TV as the first season of True Detective enthralled you. With a bowl of ice cream in your lap, you lift the cold spoon to your lips and take another bite before you hear a round of small beats hitting your kitchen window.
You reach forward and pause the show before sitting in silence and staring at the window, waiting for any more sound to emanate from it. You wait a minute… then two… nothing occurs. But it was no house settling, no tree tapping. Something hit your window, and you were well aware of it. Outside in the pitch black, someone knocked.
You sat and contemplated what your next move would be, but it wasn’t long before you heard it again. Knocking on a different window. On the window right next to the door. Unmistakable. Louder. Angrier.
You push the bowl of ice cream off of your lap and onto the table as you rapidly travel to the kitchen to grab a steak knife from the knife block. Sadly, neither you nor your late roommate possessed a gun or a license to even wield said gun. You travel back to the couch to grab your phone before backing up, wielding a sharp object and ready to bolt to the bathroom at any sign of movement.
It was then you started to overthink, your imagination running wild at who could possibly be trying to lure you outside at this time of night. You thought of your late roommate. Where he was found, how much of him was left… You always thought it was scary that a random cave in the woods had chains installed into the wall.
It had crossed your mind that it was no animal that killed him, but another twisted human. A serial killer who was hunting him until he managed to isolate himself. There was at least enough evidence to support the possibility of it.
But that meant the killer had already accomplished their goal the first time around. What’s stopping them from targeting you next? Are you the one currently being hunted?
The thoughts in your mind raced as you waited and waited for another sign of life. Then, the crash.
You scream out as a large body bearing a trench coat crashes through the window next to the door, sending glass flying as you turn on your heel and sprint toward the bathroom.
Much to your terror, you find that you only make it a few steps before being grabbed and pinned against a wall from behind. The force of it knocks your phone clean from your hands and causes you to cry out in fear before flipping the knife and stabbing the person behind you multiple times in the side.
A deep growl behind you causes you to shiver in fear. It was not human; it was not made by a man. This was something else. It releases your hands and stumbles back, giving you the opportunity to cross the remaining distance to the bathroom and slam the door shut. Locking it, you climb over the tub walls and shakily hold your bloodied knife close to you. You had to find an alternative route, as the creature would likely ambush you the moment you left the bathroom.
You glance up at the window near the top of the bathroom. It was high, but you might be able to reach it; it was your only shot anyway. You tuck the steak knife under the waistband of your underwear and hope it stays put without injuring you before turning and hoisting yourself onto the small rounded edge of the bathtub.
You had to be extra careful to ensure you wouldn’t slip and fall as you carefully maneuvered around and managed to reach the latch. It was then you started hearing thunderous rapping on the door— the loud knocks causing you to yelp, hands shaking as it maneuvered the locks.
The knocks paused momentarily, and you pondered if the creature had figured out your plans to escape. Your stomach dropped in fear at the thought. And the fear had only intensified when you realized the creature had found the spare bathroom key sitting atop the door frame of the bathroom— one that had been there in case of emergency. You heard the fiddling of the lock, and your hands sped up to an almost inhuman pace as you flung the window open and jumped without hesitation.
Only your arms and chest made the jump to the window, the rest of your body hanging below, trying to find any hold it could to help boost you through the window, but alas, there were none. You use all of the strength you have in your body to push your upper body through the window— finally, you were actually almost out. You felt determination filling in your body as the blood rushed to your ears; your will to survive was loud.
Loud enough to distract you from the sound of the bathroom door swinging open or the quiet footsteps padding up behind you.
“NO!” You sob out as you feel yourself get harshly ripped away from the window and held against the tall body of the creature behind you as it travels from the bathroom to your adjacent bedroom and kicks the door shut, you flailing and hitting indignantly as hard as you can.
You begin to cry as you are slammed against the bed, kicking and flailing as the creature pins your wrist next to your head and uses its other hands to get your legs under control. Remembering you were armed, your other hand quickly fishes the knife from your waistband and unsheathes it. Drawing back your arm, you prepare to stab the creature right in the head before it raises its hand and the knife instead plunges straight into its palm.
The creature again groans in pain before the stabbed hand engulfs your own and pins your hand down again next to your head. You were now completely defenseless, gazing up at the monster in sheer terror. It was then you could fully take in the appearance.
It’s a man— or, better put, WAS a man. The grotesque mug of the creature stares you down, breathing heavily but staying silent as you start to run out of energy to struggle. Its face was a disgusting, zombified mess of a white man who once had dark, curly hair. One eye was missing, as well as the tip of its nose and half of its lip. His skin was pale and fucked up: bruises, cuts, and distortion littered it.
Its stare was cold and unyielding, watching as warm tears fell to the sides of your cheeks. Your eyes were red and swollen, lips puffy, nose red— you were wailing and certain you were going to die.
“Why? Why? What did I do? Why are you doing this?” You beg the creature as your muscles finally began to fail you. This was it; you were going to be tortured and killed just like your roommate was.
You continue crying and staring at the creature, breathing rapidly as a panic attack begins to set in. And still, it stares. Just stares and stares, and doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t move, doesn’t even blink. After some time, you could feel your breathing start to steady— your body was becoming too exhausted to even keep crying. Whatever it was, you just wanted it to be over with.
The creature opened its mouth, and you recoiled, scared of the possibility that its next move was to latch onto your neck and tear an artery out.
“You… help…” It managed to rasp out, voice gritty as though the vocal cords had been ripped to shreds. You stared at it for a moment, utterly dumbfounded and without the wisdom of how to respond to his statement.
After a moment of staring, the creature speaks again, “You… help.”
“… I help?”
The creature nods, still unblinking.
“Who do I help?”
“Help… Slurp…”
Your eyebrows furrow together, any fear you once had replaced by outright confusion. Why in the world was this monster telling you to slurp something?
“… What am I supposed to slurp?”
The monster growls again and shakes its head in frustration, causing you to cringe away from it. He then releases your wrist to point at his face, “Slurp. Me.”
If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought this monster was telling you to slurp him. A concerning notion considering that could mean a plethora of things. Upon further consideration, you threw out a possibility.
“Your name is Slurp?”
“Mm,” the creature nodded affirmatively.
“You want me to help you?”
“Mm,” same reaction.
You looked away and took a moment to think before looking back up at the monster pinning you.
“I can’t help you unless you let me go,” you say as you stare into the creature’s soulless orb. His brows furrow as he leans closer to you.
“No run. I catch.”
You nodded rapidly before the creature put his hand on your bare stomach and pushed himself into a sitting position, pulling the knife embedded into his palm out of your grasp and raising his hand into the air in front of him. You did nothing but watch as his other hand reached around to slide the blade out from his palm.
And so here you were, trapped under a creature without weapons or a phone. And yet, you felt significantly less scared than you did a few minutes ago.
The creature grasps the knife firmly before snapping it in half and throwing it into the corner of the room. Looking back at you, it maneuvers backward to free your legs and allow you to get up.
You do so carefully, remembering his warning and ensuring that you won’t make any sudden moves. The snapped knife and the broken window are annoying, but perhaps you could still make it through the night unharmed if you did what the creature requested.
As you slowly padded toward the kitchen, you heard his nearly silent footsteps haunt behind you— proximity close and ready to grab you if you even decided to breathe the wrong way.
You looked around at the mess of glass and mud tainting your otherwise cozy and clean abode. Blinking, you remember that your first aid kit was actually in the bathroom at the end of the hallway. You swallow and turn around to find the creature merely inches away from you, watching you with a predatory intensity.
“I-It’s in the bathroom,” you begin, “the first aid kit…”
The creature finally blinks and steps to the side, allowing you a clear path to the bathroom. You begin to walk steadily, staying clear of glass and dirt. Finally making it to the bathroom, you open the mirror to access the first aid kit at the top of the medicine cabinet.
And so presented your first obstacle— you weren’t able to reach it. Your roommate was the last to use it and was quite a tall man. When he put it back, it was a solid two feet away from your reach. You would have to climb up on the counter.
Sighing, you hoisted a knee onto the counter and prepared to push the rest of your body up onto it. It’s not like you were super slow, but you weren’t as young as you used to be— and you had used up all of your energy trying not to be murdered.
You nearly reached the kit before wobbling and nearly falling off of the bathroom counter. The creature grumbled and reached up to easily pluck the kit out of the cabinet. He used one arm to wrap around your waist and lift you off of the counter before plopping you onto the floor as well. He had moved so fast you didn’t realize what was happening before your feet hit the floor.
A bit stunned, you turned to find him holding the kit and staring at you expectantly.
“Uh… right… Just follow me…” You snap out of it and carefully brush past the creature to make your way to your living room. It follows.
You turn and gesture to the couch before sitting down and opening the kit. The creature shrugs its trenchcoat off and haphazardly removes the shirt underneath before dropping it. It then falls next to you onto the couch, exhaustion beginning to finally show as its muscles relax. You watch with your peripheral vision as you remove the necessary items; you didn’t come anywhere near trusting the zombie not to bite you yet.
When prepared, you turn to find the creature’s eye already on you… watching you. You stared for a moment before breaking eye contact to scan the creature's injuries— the ones you caused, anyway. Four stab wounds to the skin under his ribcage on the right side of his body.
You swallow and slowly reach over to clean the wounds of dirt, blood, and whatever else this thing had picked up on the way here. It hisses but stays still, its eye instead focused on the ceiling above as you continue to clean the wounds.
Finally, you finish bandaging the last of the wounds up. You sit back and watch as the creature turns and looks back at you.
“This too,” it holds up its left hand— hole in the palm bleeding profusely. You nod your head and repeat the process, staying quiet and ignoring when the creature would study you.
“These ones,” it next points to some rotting points on its face and on its shoulder— the best you could do was probably ointment.
“And this,” it leans forward, and you flinch back, staring with wide eyes as it points at its one missing eyeball. You swallow and grab some tissue to pack on over the eyeball and bandage the tissue to the creature's head; it seemed satisfied after that.
It stands, and you watch as it hobbles its way to the kitchen. It rips your fridge door open before aggressively eating the cold rotisserie chicken and the sausage links you had stored inside. It grunts and shakes its head before its vision falls back onto you. Your breath catches as you wait.
It sneers before breaking eye contact and reaching its right hand out; in an instant, the creature’s coat crosses through the air and lands in his uninjured palm. He shrugs it over his shoulder and limps his way out through the front door, which is promptly shut by a force after he disappears into the darkness.
As if in slow motion, the pieces of stray glass littering the floor began to rise into the air. They travel back toward the frame of the window and begin sticking themselves back together. Not before long, your window was made whole again— like brand new. Finally, the lock on the door turned once more, ensuring that the outside world was no longer able to access your abode.
You stand there utterly dumbfounded as the questions in your mind doubled by the second. Almost to the point of a headache.
But after the initial shock had worn off, you realized that you were far too tired to continue having any more thoughts for today. You were done… it was time for bed. Whatever had just occurred was an issue for tomorrow’s you.
You didn’t even bother fully shutting the bedroom door before collapsing face-first into your sheets.
The following morning came blurry, and you had felt the consequences of the previous night’s events seep into your bones. Part of you wondered if it was a bad dream or some sort of delusion, but your wonder was quickly put to rest when you spotted the broken steak knife in the corner of your bedroom. Better throw that out...
Broken knife in hand, you wobble your way out of your bedroom and toward your kitchen-- eyes catching the melted ice cream you had abandoned in last night's frenzy; better take care of that too later.
You scanned the room, looking for any more signs of life until your gaze landed on the muddy footprints. You scowled a bit at it and decided you would clean it up later. You began to shamble back to the kitchen until you noticed something that wasn't there last night. You do a double take as your brain registered what it was: a shiny, sharp new steak knife-- still in the packaging-- sitting right on your countertop. One that was identical to the one that sat broken in your hand. Your eyebrows raised.
What an interesting little situation we have here.
Hahaha, it's fun writing again. And brainstorming... and planning stuff out... and editing. Ah, I missed it! It's nice to start doing it again. And I hope you guys also enjoy it. Can't wait to cook some stuff up.
"We'll Take Our Leave" (Isaac Night x Reader) (Request) (S)(18+)
︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧
Hello guys! Sorry this request took a bit longer, these past weeks have felt like a whirlwind. First I get sick, then I have finals, then Christmas planning. Boy, was it a storm.
Anywho, I really enjoyed writing this request but I also took some small creative liberties. The reader and Isaac will not have an established relationship yet, that's all. I thought it would be spicier that way. I hope you enjoy!! <3
WORD COUNT: 6.5K
CW: Erotic Content, Bigotry, Slight Humiliation
︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧
Your eyes catch the white flakes of snow as they drift through the air and land on the ground, warm breath fogging up the glass. It was the last day of Nevermore’s school week and you had decided to take the taxi system and pick Isaac up for a shopping trip.
You and Isaac were friends. At least… now you were. When you first met, however, things were starkly different. You think back to how it was before.
You remembered how you kept seeing a tall, shadowy man in various different stores. It happened on different days, but you seemingly just kept running into each other. You decided to approach him, finding him and his roster of purchases intriguing— chains, mechanical parts, gloves… even a box of mice at one point. So you approached him, bright smile on your face and your heart on your sleeve. You really just wanted to introduce yourself to the mysterious boy you kept running into.
He was cold, at first. Not very friendly, would be short with you and sneer at you. You didn’t let it bother you, though. You knew that he eventually would come around. So you followed him around, asking him questions and expressing curiosity for his interests. You learned he was an inventor, which explained all of his odd purchases. You also picked up that he often thought himself to be better than the people around him. It made you giggle, his snobbish attitude often entertained you. If only he was clever enough to pick up that you were a lot smarter than you pretended to be.
It became your goal to weasel your way past his walls and force him to give into your friendship. You knew exactly how to do it, too. You wouldn’t be pushy, you were just quietly attentive to what he was doing and would make it a point to cheerfully greet him when you both crossed paths. You would ask small questions, and come to conclusions on your own— to which Isaac would put up with. Eventually, you asked him to meet you in town at a specific time on a specific day. You stated that you would be in the Weathervane if he did decide to take you up on the offer to hang out.
So you did, you sat and waited patiently. You weren’t entirely confident that he would take the bait you threw, but it was worth a shot. As you twiddle your thumbs, you watched as various people enter the shop at different times— none being the man in question. You glance at the clock— it was eight minutes before your designated meeting time. So you exhaled and went back to writing in your sketchbook. You added details to the character's costume with attentive detail.
Ding-a-ling!
You don’t look up until you see the shape of a figure approach you. It was him. You look up and meet his eyes in total surprise. Tired of being stared at, he asked you what you were looking at. You snapped out of it, apologizing for staring and gesturing to the seat in the other side of the booth. He sighs and slides in, looking at you expectantly. You knew then that your plan had worked— you had become friends with the cool inventor with superhuman powers. You already had a million questions to ask him, but refrain from doing so for fear of scaring him away.
From that day forward, Isaac had gotten used to you— expected you. He would wait for you in the spots you agreed and even brought you back to Iago Tower a few times to let you observe him as he worked. You loved learning about people— their quirks, motivations, and personalities. Isaac was no different, and you were keen on learning about him like a psychologist with their client.
Not to mention the small crush you had started developing.
Now, it didn’t start as a crush. You initially approached him with pure intentions, interested in who he was and what made him act the way he did. But as the months passed, you felt his demeanor toward you shift. He would hold the door open for you and pay for the things you got from stores. He would see something off-color happening near you and move to separate you from it. He would get close— intimately close— in various situations, all the while saying nothing and giving no indication that it was unorthodox behavior (wink.) You couldn’t help it, he was quite a handsome man who treated you as if you were some spoiled princess. The pampering got to your head and made you blush, stiffening when Isaac stood mere inches behind you— enough to feel the breath exhale from his nose and hit your hair.
You didn’t get your hopes up, though. You were more sure that he just treated you well because you were a girl who was his friend. He was probably raised to be more gentlemanly toward women— though your first encounters would have portrayed otherwise. You wouldn’t take his actions to heart, and you would rather not let him find out about your growing infatuation with him. It’s not his fault he was cute, tall, and lean. And he felt comfortable with you, you didn’t want to make him feel awkward or sexualized by someone he views as a companion.
So you kept it to yourself, opting to suffer in silence when he got handsy instead of confess how your panties were damper than they were a moment ago. You would just release the sexual frustration in your room later, alone. Late at night, without someone to help… oh how you wished he would just crawl through your bedroom window and catch you with your hand down your pants.
But that was an idea for another time. Dismissing the train of thought, you look forward over the driver’s shoulder to find the Nevermore building— more like castle— approach in the distance. The dark color of the campus popped out from the white in complete contrast, it looked almost cinematic. You watch in awe as the details of the castle make themselves known as you approach in the car.
The vehicle passes through the gates and rolls to a stop in front of the drop-off/pick-up zone. Isaac stands patiently, dressed deliciously bleak. Grey sweater, black coat that went down to his knees, black trousers, and black shoes. You didn’t blame him for opting to go with darker color palettes, it made him look sexy and mysterious. You regained your composure as he opens the car door and ducks down to check for you. Upon seeing you were in the car, he slides in and shuts the door.
“Hey, Isaac!” You beamed.
"Hello, peach,” he reciprocates with his usual slightly arrogant tone. Though he accompanies the words with a small smile to convey that he wasn’t unhappy to be here. You were used to his subconscious body language, so you smiled back happily in response. You had gotten that nickname from him a while back. You asked him why, and he said that you reminded him of a peach. Naturally sweet, no additive artificial sugars that left cavities in his teeth. You had gone quiet when he explained, pleasantly surprised at how he viewed you. You were tempted to tease him for nicknaming you so affectionately, but you didn't want to annoy him into taking his words back.
You two chat about small things as the car makes the travel from Nevermore back to Jericho. He decides that he was in need of some new mechanical parts for his project whilst you were in need of new costume clothing for your theatre club. You both agree to shop around until you found what you were looking for, then stop at the Weathervane for some coffee before heading back to Iago Tower to hang out there. It sounded perfect-- a snowy winter's day, shopping, some hot coffee, and a relaxing day of watching Isaac's brain work. If only the current climate of Jericho wasn't so… bitter.
There had been a recent incident in which a shapeshifting Nevermore student used his powers to take advantage of the poor shop owners in town. Using his skills, he managed to steal about $3,300 (modern day equivalent is around $8,000) from multiple shops in town and fled with the cash. Worst part is, the Nevermore student was not alone in his efforts. He had teamed up with three Jericho High students to pull the heist off. Yet, the reporting newspapers conveniently left that part out and not many knew that it was the fault of both schools. Since the incident, the townies of Jericho had been on edge and unfriendly toward the neighboring Nevermore students. It had caused the students to simply stop coming to visit for the time being… perhaps when a bit of time had passed, things could return to normal.
You had talked to Isaac about it last time you guys met, offering to go shopping in his stead and meet him at Nevermore with whatever supplies he needed. He declined, stating that he was too stubborn to let a few normies ruin whatever good day you would both have in town. You complied with him cautiously, letting him know that if they needed to leave at any time they could return to Nevermore or go to your house. He had visited your house once or twice and your parents seemed to take a liking to him, so you felt that he would be safe there.
As you both step out of the cab, the nip in the air makes you shiver. You look around at what stores were immediately near you. "Come on, let's get inside before you catch a cold and infect the town," Isaac speaks with humor tinging his tone. You follow him closely into a nearby shop and you both decide there which stores to visit. With the plan in place, it was off to the races with you two.
︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧ ︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶︶︶ 𔓕 ︶︶ ୨୧
You wish you could say that the shopping trip was free of any complications, but it would be a lie if you did. Just as you expected, Isaac faced various degrees of malice from different citizens and shop owners. Some had shot him dirty looks and kept conversation militant. Others had made small, rude comments or mild warnings for him to return to Nevermore. You and Isaac would opt to either ignore it or bite back a bit before exiting the situation. You felt so bad, seeing him face so much venom.
You could tell that he was only acting unbothered, as well. Deep down, he was unhappy with how the current events were playing out. You could tell in his eyes. When you check in with him, he brushed it off and ushered you into the next building. You, not wanting to add to his irritation, dropped the subject and followed his lead-- acting like nothing was happening and everything was going well.
The only saving grace offered to you was the fact that you were truly making him feel better. You would do small gestures that conveyed that you really cared about him, like brushing some snowflakes out of his hair or putting on a silly little show for him with stupid costume pieces. He couldn't suppress the small smirk that graced his face when you acted dumb and cute to make him laugh. It's like you distracted him from the weight in his gut, even if only temporarily.
You both finished shopping relatively snag-free, no more dirty stares or nasty comments were directed toward Isaac. All that was left was to go to the Weathervane and grab your coffee orders before calling a cab. You both trot down the sidewalk to the cafe with shopping bags in hand-- more in Isaac's than in yours, despite your protests. Isaac swings the door open and ushers you inside to join the queue to order. You both stand patiently, chatting and joking with each other as the line shortened. Occasionally, you thought you saw a pair of eyes directed toward you two. Whenever you checked, though, they were no longer there. You pondered if you were being paranoid.
When you both reach the register, the cashier's kind smile seemed to drop for a moment. She was about your age, a redheaded girl who's a bit taller than you. Upon remembering that she had a job to do, she replaces the frown on her lips with a fake grin.
"Welcome… to the Weathervane. Do you know what you both want?" Her teeth seemed to grit together a bit as she spoke, eyes trained on boring into Isaac. Noticing the tension building, you step in. "Hi! Yes," you began cheerfully. The cashier looks at you, a bit surprised by your bold introduction, "we would both like some coffee. I'll take the caramel latte and…" You look at Isaac, who was similarly looking at you a bit surprised. You nod at him to urge him to speak.
"U-Um-- I'll take an espresso," he turns back to the cashier with an exigent gleam in his eyes. The cashier returns with a look of disdain, eyes creasing into a slight squint. She says nothing but ducks her head and begins to input the orders silently. You glance up at Isaac and he meets your eyes, quietly communicating that he also felt the discomfort you were feeling. You both stay quiet as the cashier finishes registering the order.
"It'll be $4.84 for both," the cashier grits out.
You had already gotten your wallet ready, reaching into the pocket to grab the money out before the item is silently swiped from your hands. Isaac holds the wallet high as he uses his powers to grab a $10 bill out of his own. You complain, dropping the bags and repeatedly trying to grab the wallet back out of his grasp. It was futile, however, as his height and wingspan made it impossible for you to reach. He smiles ever so slightly watching you fail before handing the $10 over to the cashier. Her eyes were up, watching in contempt as the scene played out. She takes the bill before ducking her head back down, in which Isaac then let you grab the wallet. You grumble as you put the wallet away.
"Y'know," she spoke up. You both turn your attention toward her, "I had an aunt… she was a sweet girl. Ran off with an outcast when she was young." She spoke as she put the money away, "he ended up getting her pregnant… and ran off to avoid raising it. She died while giving birth… the kid ripped her kidney out of place and she bled out. Kid went up for adoption… just… a monster, released into the world."
You both stayed silent, eyes wide as you listen to her trauma dump her aunt's tragic story onto you both. When you both didn't respond, she looked up at you. "All I'm saying is… be careful who you decide to date. Sometimes certain people aren't meant to mix."
Your blood ran cold when she spoke the last statement, now catching onto what she was trying to imply. Looking up at Isaac again, his eyes were glazed over and he was glowering at her. Mentally, he was in a different state. His patience had snapped and he was mere moments away from making this situation more violent than it had to be. The darkness emanating off of him lit a fire under your butt-- you weren't going to stand here and let him take this.
"What the hell is wrong with you? All we wanted to do is swing by this cafe and grab some coffee and you decide to tell us your fucking family tragedy? Get a grip, you bigoted bitch. And go to therapy. From what I've seen, you could use some Xanax, stat," you spat at her. Your tone was rife with fury as you scold her and you notice Isaac's eyes on you from the corner of your vision.
"There's no need for the bitchy attitude. I'm trying to warn you about what's going to happen when you decide to let some supernatural freak rummage your guts," she said, tone stony and calm but beginning to crack at the edges, "don't say I didn't warn you. You don't want to be known as the town's local monster slut."
You stumble a bit as she raises the volume of her voice and your cheeks heat as the other customers turn their head to witness the scene. Your stomach churned as you witness some of the older customers eye you with a scornful expression-- since the cashier decided to loudly announce you were a 'monster fucker.'
Isaac's eyes widen as he witnesses the condemnation you were experiencing, too taken aback to immediately react to the situation. Once he's gathered himself, he begins to chew her out, "you need to shut the fu--"
"So what if I'm a monster fucker?"
His mouth hung open and his eyes shot wide again as his gaze flies towards you, stopping dead in his tracks mid-curse. The cashier mirrored his aghast expression as she stares at you, bewildered by your sudden outburst.
You narrow your eyes at her in challenge, "maybe you wouldn't be so cranky if you got yourself some monster dick, too… prude."
The manager had come out to watch the exchange with a threatening look, muscles in his arm flexing as he crosses them over his chest. "Is there a problem here?" He speaks lowly. Isaac quickly collected himself to return the glare, "we were just leaving. We're not interested in your shitty coffee anymore."
"Then you can see yourself out," the manager retorts.
"Gladly. But you have something of mine," Isaac responds, voice dropping lower and sounding colder.
"I don't know what you mean," the cashier responds with a fake sweetness in her tone and a smile that doesn't reach her eyes.
"My money… I want it back."
"We didn't take any money from you."
"Yes, you did. I recall your grubby hands taking my ten dollar bill from me… I'm going to need it back," Isaac responds with a similar smile, eyes dark.
"I recall us both agreeing that you should leave," the manager steps closer to you both. His aggressive demeanor makes you instinctively step closer to Isaac, hand reaching close to his arm but not quite meeting it. Isaac observes your flinch in his peripheral vision. He takes a moment to assess where you both were-- in a normie town, with a tense climate. Cops itching to arrest an outcast that steps out of line and every customer in the nearest vicinity watching with enthralled concern. His face twitches into a sneer momentarily before he fixes it and replaces it with a cruel smile.
"You know, now that you mention it-- I think we did. I guess we should take our leave, then," he shrugs with a concerning lack of care. You watch him, now as captivated as the rest of the people in the shop as you wonder what angle he was possibly playing at. His eyes flick toward you, then makes a pointed look at the shopping bags on the ground. You catch on quick and give him a fast nod, reaching down to pick the bags up.
"No worries, we'll take our leave, then," he says, backing away from the counter with a nearly sincere smile. You follow his steps, staying close to him with the bags in hand. The bags were heavy and you tried to appear unbothered by them as you slowly make your way toward the door. The manager narrows his eyes, still heavily suspicious at Isaac's sudden submission.
"Oh, and--" Isaac pauses, raising his hands in a way to grab their attention again. You look at him.
"Thanks for being so understanding," he says earnestly before flicking his right hand. In a flash, the register drawer flies open and multiple bills explode in a rainstorm of money. The cashier yelps and covers her face, jumping back from the bill storm as the manager flies backward in surprise. The customers gasp and squeal in sudden shock from the situation. A single ten dollar bill whizzes through the air and Isaac catches it with precision before stuffing it in his pocket and turning to you. He grabs all of the bags from you with his left hand and uses his right hand to urgently usher you to the door.
"Where do you think you're going, freak?!" The manager's voice booms as Isaac holds the door open and you slip under his arm.
"I'm gonna go get her pregnant then put the kid up for adoption," Isaac replies with pure sarcasm and malice, slamming the door and grabbing your wrist to stride away from the cafe. Your cheeks burn again and you feel a tiny throb in your gut at Isaac's words-- eyes the size of saucers as you watch Isaac lead you farther and farther from the shop. "Don't come back, you scumbag!" The manager yells out of the doorway to the shop, anger lacing every word.
"Not planning on it, jackass," Isaac retorts with the same if not more animosity than the older man.
You continue to let Isaac drag you away as you take note of the phenomenon that was now following you both. As you both marched along the sidewalk, various objects seemed to bend and warp at the edges as you passed them-- well, as Isaac passed them. His anger seemed to leak out like gas and was now distorting various things along the path-- from benches to street lights to the awnings above doors. You needed to make sure he calmed down before it really gets out of control.
"I-Isaac-- can we slow down, please," Isaac suddenly careened into an alleyway. He releases your hand and lets go of the bags, letting them drop to the ground near you both. He rubs one of his hands over his face in exasperation and begins to pace back and forth. You anxiously shift on your feet as he grumbles to himself-- he can't seem to calm down regardless of how much he tries to.
You reach your hand out tentatively when he paces closer to you, "Isaac--"
He zones in on you, grabbing your outstretched hand by the wrist and pinning it next to your head against the wall. You whimper in unease as Isaac leans forward and cages your body against the stones.
"Why would you do that?" He growls at you, furious eyes drilling into your own.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to calm you down. I didn't mean to touch you--"
"No, Y/N. Why would you call yourself a 'monster fucker' in front of all those people? Huh? Do you know how much harder you just made it on yourself?"
"I--"
"Do you know how people are going to treat you now? What, with how fast rumors spread in this town? And you want to go down on the sinking ship of 'monster dick?'"
"Isaac, I just--"
"I sincerely hope your parents don't get word about this incident. Would hate for them to think that their innocent daughter has had her cherry popped by the local outcast freak they've been so accommodating to."
Your face goes red when he brings up the matter of your virginity. You had accidentally let the truth out a while back during a drinking game at Nevermore. Isaac didn't make any comment on it then, opting to move on to a different topic. It seems, though, he's kept that thought in the back of his mind-- at least, he has until now.
"Isaac," you begin. He shuts his mouth and watches as you scramble for words. You wordlessly search his eyes as if you would conjure up the words when you found them in his pupils. Upon seeing you hesitate, Isaac tilts his head and raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. You purse your lips when you realize that you can't lie or excuse your way out of this, so you give in and tell the truth.
"I just didn't want people to think that I was ashamed of you or… your-- your dick," you avert your eyes when you mumble the last part, cringing at your own decision to include it in your confession. Isaac stills as he takes in your words. Despite your prayers that he hadn't heard the last part, he certainly had. His grip on your wrist doesn't loosen, so you decide to let your eyes flick back up to him.
His angered expression had mellowed into one of pure judgement, eyes unreadable as his gaze raked over you.
"You're not ashamed of my dick?" He repeats in a humorless tone.
You swallowed, choosing to keep your mouth shut and keep eye contact with him steady. Isaac's expression shifts into one of arrogance, smirk gracing his lips as he soaks in the pure foolishness of the situation at hand. He scoffs spitefully and pushes off of the wall, hand tightening around your wrist. Your eyes widen as he leads you further into the alleyway.
"You're not ashamed of my dick, huh?" Isaac repeats, wickedness soaking his words.
"U-Um--"
"Show me, then," Isaac swings you in front of him and releases your wrist. Behind you was another brick wall, effectively cutting you off from the passage out.
"What?"
"You're not ashamed of my dick, right? Did I hear you correctly?"
"I-I'm not," you answer with an incredulous tone.
"Then get on your knees and show me you're not."
Your wide eyes watch him, waiting for any indication that he wasn't serious. He stood there and gave you none. You blink a few times, coming back to reality, then sink down to your knees. Part of you pondered if this was real or if it was some kind of sick, humiliating prank that Isaac was playing. Maybe when you unzipped his pants, he would call it off and tease you for being some submissive virgin. Maybe he would. Your hands reached out and unzipped the zipper of his trousers, eyes flicking between his crotch and his eyes. He said nothing. His pants fall to his ankles and your eyes take in the bulge that had begun to form in his boxers. You had a sinking feeling that he wasn't joking.
Were you really about to suck his dick? Here? Now? For what, because you loudly announced that you two were sleeping together when you weren't…? Okay, yeah… you understood why this was probably a fitting punishment. Your hand reaches out and grips his dick as you gently massage him through his boxers. He seems to sigh lightly, but doesn't move a muscle as you palm him. You reach your hand up and hook your fingers onto the waistband of his boxers. You look up at him again, searching for any sign that this was actually a joke or a prank. And again, found none. It had gone too far to be a prank at this point, anyway. You take a breath and pull his boxers down his legs. His penis sprung out, nearly hitting you in the face.
Isaac's head tilts forward as he analyzes your face. You take in the member in front of you, studying it as if you hadn't seen one before. You had, of course, but you hadn't really interacted with it. It was a past boyfriend who had learned of your inexperience and demanded that he be the first to show you what a penis actually looked like. It was a mistake, however, because the bad hygiene habits he practiced made it a bad experience… apparently regular penises don't have an oddly green color.
You wrap your hand around his member and begin to stroke it. Despite your inexperience with blowjobs, you felt a deep-seated need to pleasure Isaac. You weren't quite sure where it came from, but it spurred you on to lick the tip of the member. It was big, too big to deepthroat the whole thing and you knew it. So you opt for kitten licks and gentle suckling, making eye contact as you searched Isaac's eyes for both disapproval and praise. His hand reaches forward and gently tangles itself in your hair as Isaac's face relaxes more with each drag of your tongue. You press your legs together to try to mitigate the throb you felt in your own genitalia, you couldn't deny that you had imagined similar scenarios with Isaac to get you off when you needed it.
A smile made its way to Isaac's face when you attempt to take him deeper into your mouth, the stretch making your tongue flatten completely. You bob back and forth, one hand gripping Isaac's thigh muscles for support. You kept up the act until he was fully erect-- that was when he gently pulled your head back off of him. He uses his power to bring you back to your feet and turn you around, effectively making you press your hands against the brick wall. He reaches around and plays with the front hem of your shirt as he leans down and talks close to your ear.
"How does it feel finally getting what you want?"
"What do you mean?" You asked as your stomach sinks in embarrassment, you hoped that he was bluffing. That he hadn't actually read you like a book this whole time.
"Y/N, I'm not dumb. You think I didn't notice the infatuation you carried for me? I'm not some young boy who can't see the signs." He hooks his fingers on the top of your pants and uses his telekinesis to push them down to your ankles with a simple swipe of his wrist. You suppress a moan as Isaac's hands grope the flesh on your hips and pulls your underwear aside. He pushes his boner into your underwear and slowly drags it along your labia, you moan when it makes contact with your clit. When you look down, his dick had leaked precum and made the front of your panties damp. Your mouth watered.
"W-Why didn't you… say anything before?"
"Because I thought you were too sweet. Too cute and kind to be handled by something as bitter and disgusting as one of the local freaks. Turns out I had misjudged you, you were the real freak in this dynamic," Isaac teases as he slowly rubs his dick along your lips.
"I… I just wanted to… defend you… back there."
"Wrong. You did it on purpose. You wanted everyone to think that you were some little slut getting ravaged each night by some big, forbidden mutant dick."
A small whimper slips past your lips as Isaac snaps one of your underwear straps against your skin as a period to the statement he just made. He was right, too. That's why you were so ashamed. You were so desperate for some outcast dick that you would rather pretend it was true than admit you weren't getting any. You close your eyes as he slowly drags the underwear down your thighs, they now rested right where your knees were.
He pushes his penis through your thighs again and you whimper at the skin-on-skin contact. Each slow drag made the head of his dick pushed against your clit and had you silently begging to be filled. His hand reached around to grip your boob through your shirt.
"Do you trust me?" Isaac suddenly asks, pausing his movements.
"Mmm-- what?" You ask, head hazy and tone deep.
He leans closer, close enough for his voice to vibrate inside your head, "do you trust me, Y/N?"
You turn your head to find him gazing at you, except his gaze was different. There was no malice there, no arrogance. Just genuine attentiveness.
You nodded, eager to take whatever he was about to give you, "mhm."
"I need words, peach."
"Y-Yeah, I do. Please do whatever you want, Isaac. Anything," you beg, eyes watering from sheer desperation.
"Good girl," he speaks into your ear. He lays a kiss on your shoulder before pulling back and examining what he currently was working with. The slick from your pussy had coated his cock completely and your hips rocked back every time he pressed into your clit. He knew you were ready for him.
He keeps one hand on the small of your back and uses the other to spread your lips open. He glides his fingers through your slit, collecting your wetness on his fingers. He then slides his middle finger into your hole with no resistance and allows you to adjust to it with some subtle movements. You clench a bit at first but soon relax, and the process repeats when he slides his ring finger in.
After a bit of gentle motion working you open, he grips the base of his cock and presses his tip into you. He sucks the slick off of his fingers before reattaching his hand to your hip, steadying you as you squirm against the wall. The breach was bigger than anything you had ever felt before and you already felt overwhelmed. Isaac rubs his thumbs soothingly on your skin until you eventually relax. He squeezes you a bit tighter to signal that he was going to keep going, so you keen and bend over further.
He manages to push in until he bottoms out, which had you mewling and clenching hard. You weren't sure exactly when your hymen had broke, but the pain you felt had confirmed that he had just broken it. You continue to groan and complain until the pain started to fizzle away. The minimal blood from the tear had dripped out of you and down the shaft of Isaac's dick, which made him twitch and throw his head back in attempt to restrain himself. When you hadn't felt the pain twinge your pelvic area, you pushed back on him to find a pleasurable stimulation.
Isaac looked forward to see your body begging for him to continue, so he held you firmer and began to snap his hips into you. You squirm and moan as his dick starts to hit all the right spots and Isaac begins to grunt lowly. His hand on your back moves up to hold the back of your neck and his other hand pulls you back with hunger. Your eyes roll back as you keen speechlessly in Isaac's hold. The pleasure you had felt was picking up at a rapid pace-- you wanted more, needed it. Mentally, you begged Isaac to go harder, rougher. Treat you like a real 'monster's slut.'
As if reading your mind, Isaac turns you slightly and lifts your leg over his shoulder. The new position opened you further and allowed him to hammer into you. Your panties had snapped in half completely and was now hanging limply off of your leg. Your brain didn't even have the capability to register the unpleasant pressure against your shoulder with how overwhelmed it was by the brutally gratifying stimulation Isaac brought to you. Isaac moves his hand from the back of your neck and instead grips the side of your face, forcing his thumb into your mouth with a cruel smirk on his face. You suck dutifully as your eyes unfocused, mind going dumb with every thrust into you.
The building tension in your stomach had begun to ache. You needed a release, you begged for it. You wanted it so bad, and you wanted him so bad. You prayed over and over for the sweet finish, moaning and crying from pleasure. You were completely braindead, letting him abuse your vagina like a doll and taking it with all you had.
"Agh, fuck. You're so tight. I can feel you squeezing, peach. Quit it unless you want me to come inside," Isaac warned. On one hand, you weren't on any birth control and Isaac was hitting it raw. You would definitely be in trouble if you weren't careful with this.
On the other hand,
you wanted him to stuff you to the brink, fuck the consequences.
You squeezed around him at the thought of being filled, to which he noticed and raised an eyebrow. "You want it, peach?" You nodded eagerly, too distracted with your own pleasure to properly respond to him. You would just grab some Yuzpe pills from the pharmacy before you left.
"Didn't I tell you that you needed to speak?" He questions threateningly before pulling his hand out of your mouth and slapping your butt. You cry out and come back into your mind, "yes! Please, Isaac. Please, I want it so bad I'm gonna d-die." Your pathetic words made Isaac chuckle before he grabbed you again, "at your request." He rails into you with a hostile pace, no regard for your poor pussy or mind falling apart. You screamed out until Isaac's hand covered your mouth, he wouldn't want someone coming back here and catching you getting pounded… would he?
While he pondered it, your toes curled and all the muscles in your body clenched as you finally orgasmed around him. Your eyes squeeze shut and a fiery white light flashes behind them. It hit you so hard that it sucked out any energy you had left in your body. The tight squeeze had Isaac coming shortly after deep into your canal with a rumbling moan.
You pant as your body nearly gives out, but Isaac holds you up with whatever strength he had left. Your eyes flutter open to meet Isaac's own. As you come back to life, you notice that Isaac's expression had shifted. It was no longer arrogant, no longer angry, not even slightly contemptuous as you had become used to. It was softer, more honest. Isaac leans down and wraps his arm under your waist, hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist while supporting you under your thighs.
Still out of breath, you look at him in adoration and spoke, "I'm sorry I told all those people that we were fucking." Isaac laughs, genuinely laughs, and his head drops lower. And in this moment, you felt your heart fill. Watching a real smile grace his face-- a rare sight, and it was all because of you. His messy hair tickles your chest as he laughs and you couldn't help but reach up and play with it. He raises his head back up and watches you with a small smile. You glance at his lips for a moment and he leans forward, connecting to you with a kiss. You press into him, reciprocating whatever feelings he was currently showing to you.
Eventually, you both break apart and he helps you back onto your feet. Your panties were ruined, so he uses his telekinesis to flick them into the nearest dumpster with a guilty smile-- which made you laugh. Once you were both properly dressed again, you and Isaac retrieve your bags and agree to grab coffee at the Nevermore cafeteria. Isaac was about to wave a cab when you proclaim, "wait! We have one more stop to make."
"Where do we need to go?"
"The nearest pharmacy, please."
He laughs.
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A/N: Cute little fluffy ending, I thought it would be nice. Thank you so much for your patience y'all. Happy Holidays and we're almost to the new year!
I was 4 days and 3K words into the request you sent before I got sick. Then the power went out and crashed the app which killed all the work I did. I’m so sad, but I can recover. It will take a bit longer for me to get the stuff back but promise I will and get the request done 🙏🏽😭
I know you just finished your Isaac series, but are you yaking Isaac requests?
If you are taking requests, I realy feel like having some coffee with a side of dom!Isaac. Maybe he goes into the Weathervane with his normie girlfriend and is basically insulted by the barista saying an outcast has no business dating a normie?
Maybe it gets him really riled up because these little aggressions have been happening the whole day, and this was his final straw? He practically drags reader out of there, he can either take them back to his dorm at Nevermore or not be picky and find the nearest alleyway?
If you don't take requests I'm sorry just ignore this😭
I absolutely am!! This is a great idea and i’d love to write it soon. Unfortunately I did get sick last night/ this morning so i’m waiting a bit to recover but I’d love to write it once i’m better again! Just hang in there for a bit 🥹🥹
I forgot how fat of a crush I had on him as a kid watching the mortal instruments movies. No wonder I feel sexually conflicted about his character in Stranger Things 🥹
An Unorthodox Question (Isaac Night x Banshee Reader) (18+) (S/PAP) (Part 15)
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The finale!~ Everyone, thank you so much for the support I've received for this series, I've had so much fun writing it. I hope the final part was as satisfying as I wanted it to be. I love you all! Happy Holidays and I can't want to start the next one. Enjoy now! And recommend some underrated Holiday movies for me please :3.
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Isaac’s heart pumps with fervor as he sprints across the fields outside of Nevermore, Francoise in tow. He holds you close to his body, aided by his powers to carry you quickly and efficiently. He had never been an incredibly athletic boy, but all the time spent hammering and tinkering had given him formidable enough muscles to power through the situation. He stops in the middle of the quad to instruct Francoise.
“Run as fast as you can to the dorm mother immediately! Tell her everything, call the police. And check on the state of Y/N’s roommate. God knows what that wolf did to get past her.”
Francoise nods and sprints off to the girls’ dorms as Isaac rushes you to the base of Iago Tower. He presses the button frantically and barrels into the elevator when the doors open. He presses the button to the first floor and impatiently taps his foot as you both rise through the levels. When the doors to the elevator open, he quickly rushes to the metal table and lays you down atop of it.
He pulls on some black disposable rubber gloves before assessing your state. You had passed out, covered in mud from head to toe like a soldier fresh from warfare. Your healing surgical wound was now open, actively bleeding, and had dirt in it that would likely infect the wound if he doesn’t clean it. He takes a deep breath and decides to start with the open wound— his top priority.
He grabs paper towels and brings a bucket over to the water faucet, filling it. The water was fresh, but cold. He would’ve preferred hot water, but this would have to do for now. Once done, he brings the supplies next to you and begins to clean the area of the wound. He scrunches his nose as more blood spills from the cut, even at the light pressure he was using. Nonetheless, he continues on until the area around the wound was free of dirt and mud.
With the skin clean, he could now focus on the wound itself. He was partially grateful you were passed out right now, or the following experience would’ve been quite painful for you. He rips off a fresh sliver of paper towel and dampens it before essentially digging it into your wound and scraping dirt and debris out of it. After cleaning a majority of the wound with the paper towels, he spot cleans any dirty areas he can see with some Q-Tips. He tries his best not to cause further damage to the wound as he cleans it.
Once clean, he uses small forceps to remove any remaining bursted stitches embedded in the surrounding skin. He then grabs hydrogen peroxide and sucks it up into a syringe with a large plastic tip— one used for flushing, not stabbing. He spreads the wound with his fingers before sticking the needle into the cut and injecting hydrogen peroxide into it. The peroxide immediately bubbles and spills out of the wound. The white foam— pink now that it’s mixed with blood— seems to pull out any remaining dirt or debris that Isaac couldn’t reach with his cleaning supplies. After flushing the wound with peroxide a few times, the foam begins to flow out white and absent of any dirt.
Once it’s been thoroughly cleaned, he waits for the foam to die down before covering a Q-Tip in moisturizing antiseptic cream and applying it inside of the wound multiple times. Once saturated with the cream, he grabs the stitch kit and re-stitches the wound. To avoid further damage, he uses the holes from the first stitches as a guide as he stitches the wound a second time. He finishes stitching and ties the end off, moving onto dressing the wound now. He applies a layer of skin glue from the tube over the wound, securing it.
He cleans up the supplies and sits next to you in silence, catching his breath as the flurry of emotions catch up to him. It was lucky that he was in the tower when he was. He had witnessed the sight of Ulric jumping from the rooftops with you in his grip from the tower’s large window since he was working late. For the first time in a very long time, he was terrified. His adrenaline electrocuted his nerves and sent him into a frenzy as he had frantically prepared the tranquilizer agent.
He lifts his head and scans your body. It was dirty and battered, and he knew that you would wake up feeling like shit if he didn’t help clean you up. So he stood, refilling the bucket with fresh water, and began the cleaning process.
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When you came to, your body felt so heavy that you begged for the ability to fall back asleep. You wanted to deal with waking up later, when you were more prepared and less exhausted. But alas, you remain awake after fifteen minutes of trying. You take a deep breath and open your eyes, finding yourself in an unfamiliar room. The sun is up and you turn to survey the surroundings. Nobody was near you, but it was definitely a dorm room at Nevermore. Why would you be here, though? Your own room was—
The memories of last night flooded your mind. Your dorm room was broken into, Selena— where is Selena? Was she okay?
You lift the covers on the bed and find that you’re in large, oversized pajama clothes. Not any of yours, though. They were someone else’s, lent to you for comfort. You swing your legs over the side of the bed, wincing a little bit at the pain of your bruises and wounds. Speaking of which, you vividly remembered the big one bursting open in the fight and bleeding profusely. You also remembered covering yourself in dirt. There was no way it wasn’t infected.
You lifted your shirt to find a fresh, white bandage secured over the surgical wound. You realize that you’re also clean. Your skin, your face, your hair— someone had cleaned you from top to bottom and had given you a fresh pair of clothes. Certainly better than what you would’ve woken up to deal with in the forest. You drop your shirt and stand from the bed, shuffling over to the door and opening it. You find the hallway quiet, nobody was in it. You turn your head to read the room names and pause as you take it in. Above it was Morgan Hannoway— Sylvia’s roommate. The space below it meant for a name was empty. They had stuck you in Sylvia’s old room. You swallow thickly as you step into the hallway and close the door. You didn’t have shoes but whoever helped you stuck some socks on you.
You walk over to your own room with your arms wrapped around your waist in a defensive state. You turn and slowly open to the door to find two figures standing in your room, facing the balcony. Two boys you hadn’t seen before, and they were seemingly DaVinci students. They had bins in the center of the room and they were lifting the remains of the shattered window into the bins. One of them pauses as they spot you.
“Oh! Hello— um. Y/N, is it?”
You nod, “hello.”
“Glad to see you’re up. We won’t move you or your roommate’s stuff too much, we’re just here to clean up.”
“Speaking of which, where is my roommate?”
“Down at the quad probably… for the assembly.”
“Oh okay. Thank you,” you turn and slip on some shoes near the door before shutting it and heading off to the quad.
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As you walk under the stone arches, you see that the large crowd of the student body was gathered at the center listening to the principal talk. You observe what the principal was saying until he scans the area and locks eyes with you. He pauses for a moment before clearing his throat and bringing his hand up to gesture toward you, “and for you, miss Angel, we are glad to see you are up again.”
All of the gathered students’ heads whip around to look at you, many shocked murmurs erupting from the crowd. You see some movement from the edge of the crowd before your roommate comes sprinting at you. She seemed to be perfectly fine, she probably unfroze a few hours after the break-in. As happy as you were to see her you were also physically preparing for the collision that was about to happen. You groan in pain as Selena opens her arms and hauls her entire body into you, wrapping you in a hug. You wrap her arms around her and you two take a moment just to appreciate that you were both okay.
“Alright. Come on now, you two. Rejoin us, I’m sure that Y/N would like to hear an update on the situation at hand,” the principal states with a chuckle. You and Selena keep your arms wrapped around each other as she helps you walk back down to the crowd. You see various movements in the crowd and soon find yourself surrounded by your other friends as well. They walk with you until you all reach the center.
“To catch you up, miss Angel, the restrictions that have been put in place during the whole werewolf fiasco have been lifted. Students are free to travel to and from Jericho as they please and the agrokinetic students will begin to take down the wall of thorns. The Rave’N will be taking place Friday before winter break and we will announce the theme for it soon. Finally, Ulric Wolfram has been caught and taken to a high-security prison outside of Vermont. He is expected to be tried and charged for the murders of Sylvia Diaconu and Brionna McIntyre. I suspect that these incidents that have been plaguing the school as of late will cease following the arrest… at least, we all hope so,” a few chuckles come from the audience.
As you listen to the principal continue his speech, you feel a breath of air on your neck. It was light and subtle, but enough to make you turn. You meet the chest of a taller man standing right behind you— only an inch away wearing a Nevermore uniform. But you knew immediately who it was. You turn to meet Isaac’s gaze as he smiles and brings his arms around you. You lay your arms over his and lean back into his chest as he reaches down to enclose you in a hug.
“I assume you’re the reason I woke up fresh as a daisy?” You whisper to Isaac. He laughs breathily and squeezes you slightly, indicating that he was the one responsible for cleaning and patching you up. You bite your lip and enjoy the physical comfort as you listen to the rest of the principal’s speech. When he finishes, he announces that he’s giving the students the next three days off of school and that they are free to go where they pleased— most likely everyone would be heading to Jericho to get a dress for the dance.
He calls you and Selena to speak to him privately after dismissing everyone. Your friend group stays off to the side as the principal speaks to you both separately. He apologizes for the lack of safety and states that there will be new security systems implemented at Nevermore to guard the paths and rooftops— gargoyles, bat alarms, etc. He also offers you and Selena a pass to take a week off of school for any reason at any time— save for finals week. You both thank him and hold onto the promise for later— you would probably use it some time next semester.
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Over the course of the week, Isaac takes various X-rays to keep track of where your stone would reform in your body. On the sixth day, you both get confirmation that the stone— now the size of a pebble— had begun forming in a different part of the body. It was somewhere in your back area, but it seemed to be far enough away from anything that it wouldn’t disrupt your anatomy. You both were relieved that the operation seemed to be effective in solving your lifelong issue.
You heal up well over the course of two weeks and are left with a white scar in your abdomen area. Your bruises fade and you feel like a fresh person, reborn in the wake of incredible disaster. Your powers eventually start coming back too, in subtle ways.
You knew that it would take a little bit until your powers came back completely, but it was a relief that you could confirm that you still had your powers at all. At some point within the next week, you went with a group of your girl friends to get your dress for the Rave’N. The theme of the dance had been announced as “Winter Wasteland,” since it came so close to winter break this year. Across the span of a few days, you all picked out your dresses. You had found a gorgeous icy blue dress with bright silver features that accentuated the aspects of your looks beautifully. With it, you looked absolutely breathtaking. You felt breathtaking, too, when your friends begged you to buy the dress. Spoiler alert— you already planned on bagging it before anyone else could, it was too stunning to let it be taken.
Classes had resumed and, for once, you were relieved that things became more monotonous. It was normal, routine. You didn’t have to worry about surgeries or a rabid werewolf running rampant. You were happy, peaceful. You returned to your clubs as well, hoping to enjoy them as much as possible before the semester was over. The other students had taken care of your plants for you. Despite their anxiety, they also cared for your Sunchampion– who was happy to see you again when you came back.
Your parents had come down to visit many times, just for the sake of reassurance and comfort considering their child had gotten into multiple near-death experiences. They made sure you knew how much they loved you and how proud they were of you for being a resourceful survivor. “I never knew my little wailing woman had so much fight in her,” your father had said.
At one point, they ran into Isaac talking to you and introduced themselves to him. You thought it might have been an awkward experience but Isaac was quite charming with them. Your mother had sent you a wink and a sly smile as they turned to leave you two alone. They met various others, too. Those who have taken care of you throughout the school year, like Selena. Those visits were nice, they grounded you and reminded you that everything was alright now.
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As you swipe your brush across your lid, you mentally prepared for the large social event. Your powers had been coming back rapidly and there were a few side effects that were plaguing you as of late. Side effects such as sudden unexplained spikes of debilitating anxiety or feeling the vibrations of things around you when they are unnecessary to your situation. At one point, you sensed the vibrational heatwaves come off of a cup of soup, for absolutely no reason at all. You were growing into your senses again and it had felt like your nervous system didn’t recognize your powers as something familiar— like they were combatting with each other.
All growing pains, of course, but fresh enough to worry you about how it would affect your experience at the dance. Selena quickly reassured you, stating that nobody would blame you if you weren’t the life of the party. Everyone knew about your situation and that you’ve been through a lot. Hell, they were right there with you– witnessing the horrors of the supernatural battlefield. You were grateful for her supportive words and told her that you would probably be fine, just a little bit out of it.
You both finished getting ready, but Selena helped you with the finishing touches– jewelry, shoes, gloves, accessories and the like. She picked out a snow white ankle-length strapless dress with a lining of white fur on the trims of the dress. She paired it with white heels and a white fur throwover as well as dark silver jewelry– and she looked incredibly glamorous. To top it off, she chooses a winter-style white fur hat to tuck her snakes into. You slip on your velvety grey platform heels, open-toed with several ankle and leg straps. The silver accessories on the straps paired well with the silver on your dress and jewelry. You chose grey elbow-length velvet gloves as well, to pair with the color of the heels.
You both chose a natural glam makeup look, with unique touches of gems and winter-themed maquillage. In the end, you both looked almost disturbingly alluring, thanks to the final touches of your fashion-obsessed roommate. You both regroup with each other before ensuring you had all of your stuff and heading out to entrance of the girls’ dorm.
The boys had shown up at the same time, you and Selena coordinated your times so neither of you had to walk to the dance alone. Leander had gone with a white suit that featured small snowflakes on one shoulder as well as fur accents on the trims– it matched perfectly well with Selena’s outfit. It was also a bit comedic, considering he had fire powers.
Isaac sported an entirely black suit with a long swallowtail coat. The style was gothic with velvet patterns on the vest. The trims of the coat’s tail ends as well as the tie were an icy blue– the same blue as the dress you wore with accessories of the same silver you wore. His curly hair was brushed back to be behind his ears, more organized… more formal. You both matched each other subtly but beautifully, as so reflected in your personal relationship as well.
Isaac’s face seems to soften as he took you in, eyeing you from your head to your toes. After a moment, he smirks at you, “who knew you cleaned up so nicely?” You laugh, “I can only thank those who’ve helped me clean up.” He grabs your arm gently and slips on a corsage of black Gladiolo Estrellas, now you had a small accessory that matched the color of his suit. He smiles at you before jokingly letting his eyes slip to your cleavage, eyebrows raised slightly as he admired the view. You roll your eyes and swat at him, playfully scolding him for being perverted– he chuckles. He couldn’t help it though, he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you.
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The walk to the gym was relatively short, to which your heel-clad feet were grateful for. Even from afar, the decorations outside of the building were impressive. There was a blue carpet rolled out to welcome the students into the party building from the outside as well as several winter-themed decorations. Since the theme was ‘Winter WASTLELAND’ they also sprung for many apocalypse-themed decorations, such as hazardous barrels of toxic waste and (hopefully fake) dead bodies. Blood splatters and fake snow alike adorned the area outside of the building. There were also several food trucks that students could pick from if they so choose– there was a buffet inside.
You had to admit, Nevemore knew how to make a party as grandiose as a Hollywood hoedown. You both approach the scene excitedly and there are several teachers at the door welcoming students into the entrance. Professor Roswell greets you warmly and ushers you into the building, complimenting you all on how marvelous you guys looked. As you enter, you are blown away by the sight– the inside was no less luxurious than the outside. There were fake snowy pine trees lining the sides of the building as well as a statue of a large mutated, zombiefied Santa Claus clawing out of the ground in the center of the hall. Fake snow gently rained down from the ceiling and you presumed that it would soon completely cover the floor.
It was like being transported to a different reality, with how detailed and all-encompassing the decorations were. Props to the students that help put it together, they were far more creative than you had expected of them. More of your friends walk through the door, greeting you excitedly and promising to steal you guys for dances on the dance floor. Morticia and Gomez walk through as well, and you noticed that they leaned into the ‘wastleland’ theme more than the ‘winter’ theme. They had coordinated black and white outfits, with blood splatters adorning the attire in a precise fashion. You wondered if the outfits came like that or if it was done by them– probably the latter.
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The crowd of students only kept growing after you guys had arrived. The atmosphere was suffocating, but in a way you didn’t complain about. You had all moved to the dance floor a while ago. The vibes were fun and lighthearted, but the spiked punch had left everyone’s inhibitions a bit looser. Sexual tension permeated the air as you see people whisk each other off for some devious deeds. You had noticed that Selena and Leander already slipped away from the rest of the group and you recall the night of the Fall Festival with a smile. How nice it was to have those good memories, to have these friends. To have a mad scientist who would hide you from vicious wolves as well as use his telekinetic abilities to slap your butt from across the hallway.
You gaze up at him to find him already watching you, studying you as he tried to guess what was going on in that odd brain of yours. He had abandoned his coat and wore only the dress shirt, tie, and vest on top. He had also rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and little strands of hair began to fall loose from his combed, tame style. He looked quite boyishly handsome, like a carefree prince who had run away with the barn girl. At that moment, you felt a surge of anxiety pang your side. It was the growing pains, of course, but you felt bad when you suddenly grimaced at Isaac.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” He asks, surveying your body for any sign of what was causing the discomfort.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s those weird waves of random anxiety I get now. It’s totally unpredictable, and I was hoping it wouldn’t happen tonight.” You frown as you feel the anxiety start to turn your stomach, causing you to hunch a bit in discomfort. Isaac grabs your shoulders and rubs soothingly, “I understand, follow me.”
Isaac leads you away from the hall and through a door, then up a staircase into an empty classroom. “Found this little secret,” he explains as he twists the hand of a statue in the corner, “when I was looking for a place to experiment a few years ago… before I found Iago Tower.”
The large bookcase on the wall splits in half and rolls open to reveal a stairway. You look to Isaac, who gestures you to follow the stairs up as he follows behind. He presses a button that allows the staircase to close itself as you ascend the stairs into a room. Isaac reaches the top of the staircase and flips a small switch on the walls, dimly illuminating the small room covered in soft, pillowy flooring with a domed roof.
You remove your heels and step onto the pillows as Isaac slips off his shoes and does the same. You watch him move over to the side of the room and hit another switch next to a desk with books on it. You watch as the roof cracks open and metal covers slide down as the room reveals itself to be an observatory. As the light of the moon illuminates the room, you notice several small shelves with trinkets and novels. There was a chart of constellations on the wall and a telescope built into the side of the observatory.
You sit as Isaac makes his way back to you, sitting next to you as well. The sight of the Moon was an immediate internal comfort to you, like something deep in your being was calmed by the presence of the Moon’s shine. Your stomach immediately settled, and you leaned back on your hands to sit and stare at the stars encompassing you. “This tower,” Isaac explains, “was built by a student fifty years ago named Amit. He loved the night sky, and the stars… wanted to record whatever he saw. Meteors, constellations, what have you. It’s a shame it’s too small to turn the place into a laboratory, it would certainly be a beautiful feature to have.”
“Thanks… for knowing everything. And finding a place like this. And bringing me here… it’s perfect.”
“Yeah, I know I am.”
You snort and roll your eyes, leaning into him and relaxing as you admire the stars. You feel arms felt a bit odd so you raised them up, witnessing your extremities fade into near-invisibility when in the direct light of the moon. Isaac tilts his head to analyze the feat, “hey, that’s a new one… right?”
“Yeah. I remember the first time it happened… when I was six. It felt weird then, too. But nice to see more signs of my abilities coming back.”
“Speaking of which, how’s your stomach?”
“Loads better. Doesn’t feel like wiggling around anymore.”
“Good.”
You guys stay up there and chat lazily for a few more moments, letting the effects of the moon wash over you. You stretch out a bit before you turn to put your heels back on. Isaac flips the switch to close the metal cover of the observatory and pad over to you, “do you feel tired at all?”
“Not really, the night’s still young. Why?”
“Because I think our friends would shun us if we didn’t join them on the dance floor again.”
“Oh, our friends, huh?” You tease Isaac with a sly smile and a raised brow.
“Oh, whatever.”
You laugh.
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The night passes in what feels like a few minutes. The laughing, dancing, and sheer joy that everyone felt was like it sent you into a hypnotic trance. Surely, the alcohol running through everyone’s systems from the punch didn’t help with that either. When the lights went down, everyone became synchronous with each other. Pumping fists, secretly grinding, jumping, and just pure controlled chaos raided the dance floor. The fake snow from earlier was continuously kicked up again, making the scene feel like it was magical. At this point, most of the girls had taken off their heels and simply let themselves loose. You being one of them. Morticia, however, was definitely not one of them.
After hours pass, people begin to leave in drunken swathes of bodies– trying their best to act sober for the professors, of course. You and Isaac happily bid the group farewell and leave the building to travel to Iago. The walk in the nippy air was calm and light, the alcohol making the scene feel dreamy once more. You would probably pay for it tomorrow, but you just appreciated the joy of tonight.
As you and Isaac ascend the floors in the elevator, you glance at him. Despite him drinking more than you, he seemed to handle alcohol better than you. You wondered if it was because of his metal heart. You bite your lip as you mentally undress him, remembering the feeling of his abs under your finger tips. You wondered if his dick would react if you ran your nail along the metal framework of his heart. Isaac rolls his eyes and suppresses a smile as he pretends not to notice you checking him out.
When the elevator dings, he ushers you inside and sits you onto a chair before tossing his coat and vest at the table. You swallow and watch as he delicately lifts your dress above your calves and undoes the straps of your heels. His curly hair had become more unruly as the night went on and his vest had been removed earlier in favor of cooling off. He had gone from looking like a prince to looking more akin to a fresh-faced detective. Perhaps a young Sherlock Holmes combing the streets of London for clues in his case.
In this case, however, he was looking for his clues under your dress.
You swallowed thickly as the thought began to heat your body. Isaac would make a good detective, with how greedily intelligent he was. He knew everything, and noticed things that others didn’t. Perhaps in another life he was a detective, and you were the princess who moonlighted as a thief. Perhaps he would corner you, disarm you, and pull your arms back so roughly that your corset ripped open–
“Time for bed, angel,” he speaks, voice gravelly from use. He finishes removing your heels, snapping you out of your daydream. Your eyes focus on him again and you feel your pussy leak as he moves away and begins to undress, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt. You needed him so bad. If you were usually craving him sober, the horny side of you became an unbridled beast with alcohol in her system. He’s halfway done with unbuttoning his shirt when you speak up to interrupt him.
“But! I still have my… garters on. Would you please, Isaac?” You drawl out, begging with your eyes and gripping the fabric of your dress.
He shoots you an unamused smile, “you wore garters?”
“Every princess should wear her garters.”
He scoffs, “yeah, you are a princess. A spoiled one.”
He kneels down and raises your dress higher, exposing your thighs as well as your panties. They were white and lacy, matching your garters and bra as a set. Isaac glances at the wet spot on your underwear before looking into your eyes with a hardened stare. He lingers for a moment before dipping down and carefully removing your garters, peeling them down your leg and gathering them in a ball. He lowers your dress down and stands to place the garters next to his vest on the table.
Bothered by his lack of action, you continue to whine, “Isaaaac! I won’t be able to sleep with all of this stuff on.”
Isaac laughs in disbelief, “and you’re too pampered to take them off yourself?”
“You said I was a princess, right? Shouldn’t a princess deserve some princess treatment?”
He purses his lips but walks over to you anyway, kneeling down to be more level with you. He opts to remove your gloves first. Then jewelry, then any other accessories you had adorning you. You watch as he manuevered around you, gentle as a feather but as unyielding as a wall. He stood behind you and released your hair from it’s hairstyle, letting the locks fall over your shoulders. You sigh at the proximity, but yearn for him to get closer. When you had all of your accessories removed, he walks in front of you.
“You should go to bed now, princess. That hangover is gonna hit you hard tomorrow.”
“I don’t think it’s bedtime yet.”
“I do think so.”
“You can’t make me.”
“You wanna bet?”
“I wanna do other things…” you stepped closer.
He swallowed and stared down at you for a moment before speaking, “You’ve only had your surgery a few weeks ago. It’s too early to know if you’re completely healed.”
“I feel like I’m healed.”
“I’d rather not risk it.”
“There’s a lot of things I would risk to feel your–”
“Y/N. I mean it. Bed. Now.”
You sigh and defeat and turn around, padding your way over to the side of the bed. Isaac follows your small tantrum with an amused smile. Part of you felt bad, you didn’t want to pressure him into having sex if he didn’t want to. Perhaps he was tired, too. He didn’t need to respond to your body’s wanting of him. Maybe you misread how badly he yearned for you these past few hours. However, the way he looked at you throughout the duration of the night would’ve told you otherwise.
“Could you at least help me get out of this dress?” You sweep your hair forward to reveal the zipper on the back of the dress. He reaches up and unclaps the button at the top before zipping the zipper down, loosening the dress. The dress falls slightly before you shimmy it off to reveal your lingerie set. Isaac swallows as you step out of the dress pile and turn to him. You reach back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor. You pull your panties down and throw it on the pile before crawling into the bed, accepting defeat.
Isaac’s eyes linger for a moment before he turns and continues to unbutton the buttons on his dress shirt. You watch him in a mournfully horny daze before your eyes settle on it. It. Your eyes widen as you notice the bulge in Isaac’s pants, painfully obvious and sinfully proud. As you register the restrained boner in his pants, you slink toward the edge of the bed next to Isaac.
“Isaac?”
“Yes, princess?” He begins to fumble with his belt, removing it.
“If you don’t want to fuck me, why are you hard?”
He pauses for a moment, eyes trained on the ground as he formulates his response, “it’s not that I don’t want to fuck you. I can’t fuck you.”
“And why not?”
“Because you’re fresh from surgery.” He turns his head to look at you.
“It’s been weeks and I have accelerated healing.”
“… I can be quite an aggressive lover.”
“I’ve never complained about it.”
“I’m scared of hurting you.”
“Then don’t.” You lean in close to him, eyes watering as you beg for the dick that’s brought you to heaven and back. It had been far too long since the privilege had been taken from you and his words only made you more desperate. You didn’t care if you were still healing, you fervently needed it like an addict needed their fix.
Isaac sighs and throws his head back, running his hand through his hair. A handsome detective getting frustrated at the roadblock obstructing his findings. You swallow as your eyes rake him down: open shirt, abs peeking through, tie partially loosened, belt lazily unbuckled and a pants zipper straining against his growing erection. Your mouth watered but you dragged your gaze back up to meet his eyes.
“We don’t have to,” you said shamefully, bringing your hand up to grab his hand gently. You felt bad for being a greedy gremlin, he was trying to take care of you. “You’re probably right– mmh!”
Isaac’s lips forcefully connect to your own as he reaches forward and picks you up from the bed. You close your eyes and grip his shoulders for support as he moves around the side of the bed, sitting on the edge and bringing you down to straddle him. His hands slowly caress your thighs and ass as he swallows every kiss with insatiable gluttony. He pulls away only to talk to you in between kisses, “you’re… irresistable… but I can’t… hold back… I’m not… strong enough. Don’t wanna… hurt you.”
“Not my princess… my angel,” he turns you around, laying you flat against the sheets and holding himself above you as he devours you. You press your legs against his sides and his hand travels up one of them to grip the ankle. “Didn’t want to hurt… my precious patient…” he pulls away to lick a stripe along your thigh before traveling down toward your core, leaving kisses in his wake. You squirm and gaze down at him with a nervous whimper. You began to feel vulnerable again as his mouth approaches your vagina– you had been here before, of course, but under different circumstances. This time, it was supposed to work. It had to… else, it was all for nothing.
You laugh nervously, “oh ‘patient’ huh? I thought you looked like Sherlock but you’re acting more like Watson.” Isaac chuckles as he kisses your thighs, “brains of Sherlock… skills of Watson.” He presses a kiss to your pelvic area and looks up into your eyes.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re nervous,” he says earnestly, eyes dilated and full of sincere admiration. His voice sounded smoother, like warm chocolate dripping over a strawberry. The way he looked at you was so soothing that it stole you away from the moment of anxiety. You were the one in control here, he was serving you. Even if he was the one doing the work. You reach down and run your hand through his messy hair as you appreciated the man before you. Someone that had been so cold and calculated– a man of cogs and wheels– had been remade. He was now a man that you trusted with your heart and body entirely. Someone who would take care of you, even at your worst.
And now, at your best, he worshipped you like a servant worshipped his goddess. He was unexplicably the most complex yet intriguing man you had ever run into, and yet he insists that you’re the intriguing one. You swallow as you gaze into his eyes, “I trust you, my love.” Isaac breathes deeply, the air from his nose blowing against your skin. He lays another kiss against your abdomen before he lowers himself down, face to face with your pussy.
He leans in close and licks a small stripe up the middle of your core, nose putting slight pressure on your clitoris. Your eyes drift to the ceiling as your head lulls back, feeling a sudden daze as you zone in on the sensations against your vagina. Isaac’s strokes are slow and predictable, controlled yet enjoyable. Your muscles begin to loosen as you relax, hands moving down to entangle themselves in his hair. He continues his slow, sensual ministrations and you moan gently as he guides you to a different state of mind. He reaches a hand closer to spread you further, allowing him to expand his access to your core. You groan and scratch his scalp lightly as he laps at you with precise but tender intensity.
You mewl as he picks up the pace, slathering his tongue onto any surface he can reach. Occasionally, he dipped into your entrance and the feeling made your stomach jump. He encloses your clitoris with his mouth and begins to suckle lightly, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. Your eyebrows press together as you close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of pleasure– he continues to suck and lick gently on your nub.
He groans deeply as you gently tug his hair, body wriggling in his grasp to cope with the feeling you were experiencing. However drunk you felt before, you began to come back to sober reality with his actions in your nether regions. He brings his other hand down, thumb playing with your clit as he shoves his middle and ring finger into your hole. He sits back and focuses his long, dextrous fingers where you needed them to be. He played you like an instument, hitting certain spots with intent to hear the specific sounds he could draw out of you. You reach up and grip the bed frame in attempt to ground yourself and cope with the overstimulating feelings of gratification.
You find yourself moving more violently as the feelings begin to take over you– you’re whole being. Your stomach tightened and you felt like something was coming. Your impending doom rested in the pit of your gut and it was now pushing against your organs with ferocity. You knew this feeling, it was the debilitating build-up of your orgasm– bound to knock you out with it’s intensity. You cry out as Isaac somehow reattaches his mouth to you, pressing all the right buttons at just the right time.
“Fuck– I can’t… handle it–” you squeal, praying that the vicious force of your orgasm wouldn’t stun you for hours on end.
“You can,” Isaac replied lowly, “you will.”
Tears roll down the sides of your face as you thrash, finding yourself being held down by an invisible force. You whimper and moan with no control of how your body was behaving in this moment. It was entirely instinct, no thoughts came to your head as you simply reacted to the overwhelming stimulus. All you could do was cry and let yourself float in the colorful space behind your eyes.
Finally, you screamed. It wasn’t terror, it wasn’t pain… it was pure bliss. The joyous feeling washed over your body as your orgasm moves through you in a quick, soporific feeling. Your eyes squeezed shut as white fireworks exploded in the darkness. You felt weightless, any thoughts or stressors had left your mind and left behind pure joy. You wanted to remain in this state forever, so you could die happy at any moment. You hadn’t even realized that you had lifted your hips off of the bed until you collapsed back down onto it, in a state of absolute delight.
You felt Isaac’s breath hit your thigh as he laughed quietly, seeing your face relax in utter tranquility. Your hands, still wrapped around the bed frame, laid limply around the sides of your head. You were heavy as a corpse as you laid there and panted, slowly coming back to life. Isaac reaches forward and rubs your hip area, “first-time orgasm from clitoral stimulation. How does it feel?” He asks with a prideful grin adorning his face.
“Ah… amazing, doctor. I thought I died and went to the afterlife when I came,” you answered with a happy smile on your own face.
You stare at the ceiling in a state of lazy happiness, zoning in on the tick from Isaac’s beating heart. Tick, tick, tick… and a wave of sleepy haze passes over your eyes. Your eyes shifted to Isaac, who was looking down and tracing his fingers over your abdomen muscles as if he was memorizing the way they shifted and repositioned. You breathe out as you observe him and the way his hands moved over your skin.
“Okay, let’s get to sleep now, Y/N–”
“What?” You suddenly sat up, confused at his words.
“What do you mean ‘what?’”
“You– I–” You stuttered, then gestured at his still erect hard-on in an obvious manner.
“No, princess. You’re exhausted, we can always have sex another time. I’m not gonna–”
Those words, that pet name… it spurred you on. The fact that this man was selfless enough to go weeks– or even longer– without the addicting pleasures of sex, just to make sure you were thoroughly comfortable. The fact that he didn’t give into it, even when you were whining like a wounded animal. The fact that he was so gentle, even when he was more pent up than a bull in an arena. To bring you to nirvana and tuck you in for bed, all for you… none for him.
It was borderline infuriating, and you intended to make him pay for it.
You wrap your legs around his torso and forcefully toss him onto the mattress, pinning him against the sheets. His wide eyes gaze up at you and it was truly the most shocked you had ever seen the man. His heart ticked a bit faster as you lean down and grab his tie, his hands gripping the bed to stabilize himself. You undo his tie and slip it off, his eyes flicking from your face to your hands constantly.
“Oh Isaac, you’re so selfless, so mature. What happened to the mean boy who cornered me in the library?” You say with a venomously teasing edge in your voice, “this new boy is so… gentlemanly. So kind… a bit too kind, for my liking.”
Isaac swallows thickly as you sit up, playing with the tie in your hands, “take your shirt off.”
“U-Um… Y/N, are you sure you can–”
“Did I ask a question?”
“Uh, no…”
“Then why are you talking?”
Isaac’s jaw drops open at your bold, commanding voice. You would’ve been worried you were being too mean if his dick hadn’t throbbed multiple times since you pinned him down– including right now. His Adam’s apple bobs as he closes his mouth and swallows. His mouth curves into a suppressed smirk and he keeps his eyes down as he sits up, “yes ma’am.”
Ugh, the obedience… you loved it. Your mouth watered as he shrugs the dress shirt off, tossing it onto the floor next to the bed. He lays back down and raises his arms up, resting his head on them. You watch the muscles in his abs stretch up, almost becoming too distracted to make the next move. You’ve noticed a change in his physique since you began bringing him food in the tower. He was no longer as skinny-lean as he used to be. He had filled out a bit and his muscles had grown. He was still lean, but now looked more athletic than gaunt.
When your eyes drag back up to his face, he is shamelessly sporting a smug grin as he watched you check him out. You narrowed your eyes and grabbed his forearms from behind his head, forcing them up near the bed frame. Isaac’s head thuds against the mattress and he laughs under his breath at your quiet fury.
“Now you decide to act all cocky, huh?” You tie his hands together around one of the steel pipes on the bedframe, hands dextrously restricting him. You realize that he can free himself at any time, but you could always just punish him in a different matter. Once tied, you look back down to see Isaac biting his lip and surveying your naked body. You tilt your head, now catching him guilty of the same offense he caught you doing earlier. You smile and shake your head as you push yourself down to where his pants were.
You sit back on your heels and drag your nail over his clothed dick to watch it twitch in response. When it does, you giggle and flick it with your middle finger. Isaac flinches and looks at you with a surprised look again, “hey–! That was–”
“Mean? I know, baby.”
Isaac narrows his eyes and looks back down to where your hands were. You look down and unzip his dress pants before reaching up and grabbing his waistband, dragging the pants down and tossing them to the side. You watch his boner pop up in his boxers before you grin and wrap your hand around the cotton-clad cock. You massage it gently with enough firmness to make it a pleasurable, soft stimulation. You looked up at Isaac, but the sight you beheld almost made you stop to watch him.
He had the corner of his lip tucked between his teeth and his wide eyes were glossed over, eyebrows pressed together ever so slightly. He wasn’t cocky, he was barely even confident. For a moment, you saw the glint of a begging man in his eyes. He had let it slip out before noticing your stare affixed to his face. Upon making eye contact, he releases his lip and slightly narrows his eyes– it was a challenge, and he intended to win it.
You were determined to make him lose.
You swallow and reach up to pull his boxers down, sliding it off his legs and throwing it onto the pile where your lingerie laid. You turn back to see his dick standing at attention, red and primed for a ride. You lower your head and wrap your lips around his tip, focusing your tongue purely on the head and the slit in it. Isaac shifted and wrapped his hands around the tie, keeping his head raised so he could watch you work. His breathing stutters a bit at times and he can’t seem to stay still for a moment as you run your tongue over his head. Occasionally you sucked harder and dragged your mouth higher, releasing the dick with a quiet ‘pop.’ Every time you did, Isaac’s face scrunched a bit and his hips seem to chase your mouth before falling back onto the bed.
You kept your actions up, but Isaac refused to make a sound or even a vulnerable expression. He might be kinder than he was before, but he was just as competitive. You had continued your teasing and he took it with no complaint, even as his tip began to leak white tears. It throbbed with silent pleas as you continue you torture it with your mouth. You lifted your hand and gathered the leaking sperm onto your pointer finger, raising it to your mouth and sucking it off of the tip. A mild action, but one that got a reaction nonetheless.
Isaac’s breath hitches and he lets out a small grunt as he watched you eat the white fluid. When your eyes flick to him, you see it again– eyes full of heartache burning holes into your soul. Your heartstrings tug as you see a crack in his armor, but your brain affirms to you that he was exactly where you needed him to be. His mind began to crack under the pressure.
You lean down, pausing for a moment to gaze his into his eyes, before diving down and taking him as far back into your mouth as you could. In his surprise, Isaac lets out a breathy “oh–” and throws his head back. You swirl your tongue around his shaft and feel some wetness leaking from your own hole. You reach under yourself to play with your bud lightly and keep your other hand braced on his thigh– which was flexing from stimulation. You aggressively bob your head and continue to manuever your tongue around his cock, increasing your pressure on it when you see his face start to scrunch.
“Ah– mmmfuck, god…” Isaac murmurs as his body begins to squirm and thrash. The sounds went straight to your pussy and you began to alternate between licking, sucking, and teasing depending on what was stealing the most sounds out of him at that moment. Eventually, you notice a wet trail of a tear slide down the side of his face and it made you pity him. It was time to give him a break, you had more fiendish plans for him soon anyway. You speed up at a consistent pace, allowing Isaac to catch his breath and enjoy the waves of pleasure that spread from his dick. His hands had begun to squeeze the tie quite hard to cope with the pure torment his cock had gone through. Eventually, his thighs squeeze harder and his pelvis begins to lift into the air. He bursts into your mouth and all the muscles in his body squeeze for a few moments.
You swallow the liquid and slow your pace as you let him ride out his high. When it seemed like a good time, you lift your mouth from his cock and sit back. You watch Isaac come back down as he pants heavily, unfocused eyes drifting around before finding you.
“When did you become so mean, huh?” He asks with a breathless laugh. You smile and crawl up to him, rubbing your hand along his neck and shoulder. “I guess I picked up a trick or two from you,” you say with a teasing tone of voice. “Ah… that makes me nervous,” he responds. You stop smiling and drag your hand up to his jaw, holding his face and slightly squishing his cheeks with your fingers. As you grip him, his gaze seem to focus on you as he looked up at you with absolute puppy-dog eyes. You pout and rub his cheek with your thumb, “I’m sorry in advance, baby. I can’t let you go yet.”
Isaac’s mouth hangs open, speechless as you slink back down to his cock. You grip it and begin to lightly stimulate it as he lets out a low whine, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. “I’ve turned you into… some evil mistress,” he complains, his core muscles flexing when you stroke him. You giggle quietly and continue pumping him until his cock begins to stand on it’s own. When the blood began to flow back, you lay your tongue on it and stimulate the tip again. Occasionally, you deepthroated him and forcefully sucked the blood all the way to the tip… to assist the poor thing as it tried to keep up with you.
With some teasing and some consistent pleasure, he was fully erect again and ready for round two. You lift yourself and place your hands on his chest as you sink down on his cock. Isaac’s breath catches and he groans lowly as your dripping hole envelopes his member in warmth. He bites his lip again as you begin to bounce, now trying to hold himelf back as much as he can. It was one thing to handle your mouth, but your body was like his kryptonite. He was glad you decided to suck him off first or he might have come within moments of being ridden by you.
As you bounce and squeeze, you are determined to make him bust before you do. You weren’t going to let up on him. He begans to clench his jaw and thrust up to meet you in the middle, desperately chasing his orgasm once again as he became lost in you. You rake your nails down his biceps and shoulders as you bounce, bending down and changing positions slightly to ride him at a faster pace.
“F-Fuck… you’re a real cruel bitch today, god…” he gritted out as he thrusted into you harder. You raise your eyebrows at his mouthy attitude, “oh, getting bold, are we? What happened to me being your princess?”
“You… killed her… and tied her prince up to kill him next.”
“Huh, seems like the cruel bitch should show some charity then,” you say viciously, pulling yourself off of his cock and out of reach unceremoniously. His hips thrust up as he tries to follow your vagina, but he cannot reach it. He growls and his head flies up to glare into your eyes.
“Don’t be a big-mouth, brat, or you get nothing,” you threaten him, staring back with a brutally merciless look in your eyes. His eyes soften as he gazes up at you in submission, tears making his eyes glossy. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t do it again.”
After studying him, you deem him both emotionally unharmed and ready for more. “Good boy, that’s what I wanted to hear,” you say before slipping back onto him and riding him with a proper pace. He starts to whimper and moan as you fuck him, mind chipping away with every drop of your hips. He lazily thrusts up to meet you as his head lulls backward. His eyes unfocus again as your vagina brings him closer to the brink.
You had to stave off your own orgasm with sheer willpower. To be honest, it felt amazing to fuck him. He hits all the right spots, even when he wasn’t actively trying to. He was a sex idol that had never been defied before today. You bite your lip and squeeze his shoulders hard as you pump up and down. If you really wanted to break him, you had to outlast him.
You almost give up before you feel him start to twitch harshly inside of you. His second orgasm was approaching rapidly, you just had to last a little bit longer. For him, for you.
Isaac moans loudly as he comes for a second time, pushing semen deep into you. Phase two was done, you had made it. Now all you had to do was push through to phase three– you couldn’t stop moving. You grit your teeth as you continue to ride him unrelentingly. Isaac couldn’t process your actions before his overstimulated brain started panicking.
“Woah! Y/N, hey–!” He uses his powers to untie the knot at the speed of light and his hands fly to your hips. “S-Stop, I can’t… I can’t handle it,” he begs. Normally, you would’ve absolutely stopped at his request. However, you knew better. You knew his tells, the subconscious messages he was sending you. His hands were easily freed and he was much stronger than you. Yet, there was no resistance against your hips… just the simple pressure of his hands gripping them. If he truly wanted you to stop, he could’ve ripped you off in a heartbeat. Yet, as he whimpers, he doesn’t resist.
“Are you sure, Isaac? You want this to stop? You can’t give me one more?” You asked with a soothing voice, “can you tell me right now that you don’t want this to happen, truly?”
Isaac’s blurry eyes looked back up at you, but no words left his lips. Instead, simple whimpers and moans escape from his throat as his grip on your hips intensify. Soon enough, Isaac’s sluggish gaze locks onto your face and refuses to let go as he enjoys your body. You grip the base of his neck as you lean forward and ride with fervor, Isaac groans at the pressure from the action and you notice his heart begin to tick much faster. The sperm from your previous round leaks out of you and runs down Isaac’s ballsack. The feeling of the warm fluids put Isaac in a trance of pure bliss, mind broken and body begging for another release.
You, however, were falling apart in Isaac’s hands. You couldn’t stop the moans that escaped you as you finally creamed on his dick, mind in a haze and hips lazily following the rhythm that Isaac upheld. As Isaac kept thrusting, you began to feel the uncomfortable overstimulation. However, you dealt with it for his pleasure. Because he was so good, and you didn’t deserve it… someone so utterly divine. You whimper as his large dick continues to plow you from the bottom, using the last of your willpower to withstand the overstimulation as Isaac approaches his orgasm. “Fuck, please… ma’am… just a little longer. ‘s all I need, just a little bit longer,” he drones on. The objects surrounding you both in the room had begun to levitate, Isaac seemingly had subconsciously spread his powers to the furniture and clothing. You watch as they float up, Isaac’s eyes shut and his head completely limp. He was thrusting with a primal objective and everything else had simply turned to mush.
You hold out for as long as you can and sigh in relief when you finally feel the hot ropes of white hit your insides. Isaac lets out a choked moan and his eyes seem to roll back as his third orgasm basically lifts him out of his body. The floating items fall back to the ground and you collapse on top of him as you both pant in true, utter exhuastion. You rest your head under his chin and lay a soft kiss on his jaw once you regain some energy, “good job, my love. You’re so good at staying strong.”
Isaac chuckles, ecstasy still laced in his voice, “you… are unlike anyone I’ve ever encountered before. In many, many ways.” He brings his hand up to slip past your hair and rub your scalp, you moan in delight as you both drift off to sleep. The last thing you remember before passing out was the feeling of Isaac’s telekinesis pulling the bed sheets over you both.
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You awoke to warmth and the sound of deep, quiet snoring. A slow, steady tick of a clockwork heart reminded you of where you currently were. You opened your eyes to see Isaac still in a very deep sleep, a peacefully soft expression spread over his features. His chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply and you ended up simply watching his mechanical heart work away, comforted by the sound and sight.
After enjoying a moment of laziness, you decide that you would sneak out of bed to bring back some food and fresh clothes for him. He was so obedient for you and your needs last night that he deserved some TLC this morning. You lay a soft, quiet kiss on his bicep under your head before slowly slipping out of bed and tucking the warmed sheets back in. You give yourself some props for managing to escape the bed without waking him up or disturbing him then look around at what was available to you.
There was the lingerie sitting on top of the deflated dress in a pile next to the bed, your other accessories and shoes were near the table a few feet away. Isaac’s clothes had been scattered around in last night’s events, but were still within reach. You opted to steal Isaac’s clothes to travel outside considering the thought of putting your dress on again seemed far too uncomfortable for you. You gather his dress shirt, pants, and your own bra and panties that you stripped off last night before throwing them on. You shove the sleeves up before walking over to Isaac’s socks and shoes and putting them on.
The thought of wearing a pair of sweaty, used socks wasn’t the most appealing idea– but it seemed far better than putting your heels back on your bruised, blistered feet. You remembered how hard you danced the night before and were not really surprised at the aftermath of your poor tootsies. With the clothes on, you check on Isaac one last time before heading out for the cafeteria.
You pick out various breakfast foods that they offered for students, some being leftovers from last night’s buffet, and put them in two to-go boxes. You shove them into a bag and head out to the dormitories to recover some more comfortable clothes. You grabbed a sweatshirt + sweatpants combo from your own room and noticed that Selena was also not occupying the space. You smile in ancitipation for the discussion you would have later with her.
You arrived at Isaac’s dorm room and knocked three times. It was quiet in the buildings and you noticed that almost everyone either wore pajamas or their outfits from the previous night as they slogged around campus. It made you feel better for wearing what you were when you travelled around. Gomez swings the door open with an expression that told you he had just now woken up, hair tousled and messy. Embarrasingly, he was also wearing minimal clothing– just a pair of plaid black and white boxer briefs. His eyes widen to meet your own shocked ones as he seems to realize that you were YOU, not Isaac.
“Oh! Shit, sorry Y/N. I thought you were someone else…” he says while rubbing his neck in an embarrassed manner.
“It’s alright! I actually came to steal some of Isaac’s clothes and take them back to the tower. He’s still in bed,” you say, tone bright and intending to defuse the awkward situation.
“Ah, I see,” he steps aside to let you come in, “so you guys really had fun last night, huh?” He asks teasingly, shit-eating smile on his face. You step in to see Morticia in Gomez’s bed, she waves with a genuinely friendly grin. You laugh at the sight and wave back but roll your eyes at Gomez’s statement, “could say the same for you two.” You and Morticia lock eyes again and giggle at each other before you head to the closet, grabbing a pajama set and throwing it onto the clothes hanging from your arm.
“Thank you guys! I’ll leave you be,” you announce with a smile as you head out of the dorms. Tish and Gomez bid you goodbye as they watch you leave and shut the door. You began the walk back to Iago Tower but it didn’t seem to take long at all. Overall, this entire trip probably took around twenty-ish minutes and you commended yourself for being so quick. You rise through the floors of Iago before landing at the top floor. Stepping inside, your head automatically turns to Isaac’s direction but you find him still asleep. You smile and put the food and clothes on the table, laying them out in little separate piles.
You change out of Isaac’s clothes and into your own sweat set before going around the room and doing some general organization. You gathered and organized Isaac’s formalwear into one pile and put your own outfit into a pile next to it. You knew that he was particular about his organization and cleanliness, so you figured he would like the room to look more sorted out when he awoke.
As you finish cleaning the room, Isaac stirs in his sleep. You walk over to the side of the bed and sit, running your hand along his arm to help him wake up. Isaac responds, opening his eyes slowly to meet yours as he processes what was going on.
“Hey, sleepy boy. I cleaned stuff up and brought some food. You should eat when you feel ready to.”
Isaac moans lowly as he sits himself up, grabbing your hand on his arm and bringing it to his lips. “Thank you, angel. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. I wanted to.”
He smiles as he rakes his eyes over you, “your makeup is a complete mess, by the way. Don’t worry, though, you still look like one of the most attractive people on Earth. Nobody noticed when you went out?”
“Actually, there was barely anybody outside. And the people that were outside were in a similar state as I was… feels like the whole school is recovering from a bender.” You chuckle as Isaac laughs and looks out the window at the Sun’s light. You look down at your intertwined hands and rub your thumb lovingly. He turns back to you with a smile, “you said you got food? I definitely need some right now.” You smile back and nod, “let me bring it over.”
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You stand next to the stone arch with your friends, luggages of clothes and belongings at your feet. It had been a few days, and everyone was now heading back home for winter break. You stand and chatter with them as people around you converse, hug, and talk with teachers or arriving parents.
“I needed this break after all the turmoil and excitement. It’s been one hell of a semester… I feel like I’ve been fundamentally changed as a person,” you chime in, stretching your arms and hearing some pops in your spine.
“Agreed. It’s been so insane and overwhelming… and for some reason, I know I’ll miss it when we’re gone for the few weeks,” Selena responds, ending the statement with a grin as she looks at you. Leander shifts on his feet next to her as he listens to the conversations.
“I don’t even like going home, I would rather just stay here over break if they would let me,” Francoise complains, looking at Isaac with a tired frown.
“I know, Fran. It won’t be too long, though,” Isaac responds, patting her on the back of her shoulder.
“Hey, you guys should just come visit some of us over break! Come to my house, my parents are really nice and open. Just tell your parents that you came to gather information on Banshee culture or something,” you smile at the pair as you suggest.
“Oh! That’s a good idea!” Francoise agrees, looking at Isaac expectantly.
“We’ll have to see, but I can’t imagine we wouldn’t be allowed to,” he affirms. Francoise bounces a bit with hope.
“You can come to ours, too. I’ll teach you some fencing tips,” Morticia offers as Gomez wraps his arm around her waist. Francoise nods with elation.
You all continue chatting as everyone slowly leaves the group, pulled away by their parents to begin the trip back home. You, the Night siblings, and Selena decide to move your stuff and wait for your parents near the front steps. You continue to yap about sleepover possibilities until your parents come to call you all to your individual cars, Isaac’s parents rolling up in an expensive-looking limo.
“Damn, baller,” Selena teases as Fran and Isaac grab their stuff.
“Hah, that’s the only plus side to having our parents, I guess,” Isaac laughs. Selena gives you all a group hug before proclaiming that she’ll see everyone soon and leaving to her parents’ car. You give Francoise a hug and she goes to put her stuff in as Isaac and you say a temporary goodbye.
“I’ll see you soon, then. Wish us luck, I might come back a cranky old man with a sister on the verge of a breakdown…” Isaac says, only half joking.
You laugh and give him a tight hug, “I’ll see you soon enough. You guys have the number to our landline, so call me when you need. The time will pass in the blink of an eye, anyway.”
“Yeah, agreed. Call us whenever. I’ll see you soon, my love,” he kisses the top of your head and squeezes back before loosening his grip. You pull apart and grab your suitcases before giving each other one last smile, parting to return to your parents. They get in the car after helping you back the luggage into the trunk and begin pulling away. Your eyes watch the Night family organize their stuff into the vehicle and Isaac waves a bit when you drive past the gates.
“So, honey. I know that Nevermore isn’t exactly ‘smooth sailing’ for it’s students, but you seemed to have quite a bumpy semester in particular. How do you feel about it?” Your mother asks as she drives the car along the road.
“Honestly…? Better than I have felt my whole life,” you answer honestly, smile bright as you watch Nevermore fade into the distance.
“Good. That’s exactly what we wanted to hear, honey,” your father turns to meet your eyes and grin at you. You grin back before turning and resting your head against the door, gazing at the distant castle of Nevermore as it slowly fades into the distant fog.
Fin.
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A/N: This part was so fun to write for smut. It's true that men who yearn are men who...
Hello everybody! Sorry this final part is taking a bit to complete, it’s quite hefty and finals week is coming up so i’ve been splitting my time up more 🥲 but i have a majority done and I predict either tonight or tomorrow i’ll be able to release it! Just hang in there a little longer ❤️🩹
bro it is almost 3am and I have spent the last few hours reading UQ and I am actually speechless. this is lowkey the most insane fic I’ve read in a long time; it was so refreshing and exciting.
why is a tumblr fic ab Isaac night more graphic and spicy than fifty shades of gray 😭
I loved the Isaac jump scares and his first interactions w y/n. they match each others’ freak and I respect that. they are the drama and they are the moment 10/10 would read again if my eyes didn’t hurt from staring at my phone for so long
LOOOLLL this is such an amazing message thank you. i’m so glad that everyone else loves the freak I let out in my posts 🥲 I’m sad that it’s almost over but I had such a good time when it was happening. The next one will be good too!! I promise ❤️🩹❤️🩹
Guys I think this next part of the UQ series is going to be the finale 🥹 thank you to everyone that supported me for my first series ever. I hope that it didn’t drag too bad or I wrote any part shitty. I’m also open to constructive criticism if you guys have any! I didn’t expect it to be this long but I don’t regret it too much and I appreciate all the support i’ve received for it. I hope the next series is even better than this one :’))
An Unorthodox Question (Isaac Night x Banshee Reader) (18+) (S/PAP) (Part 14)
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Hoo boy. The series is going to wrap up soon but I think you guys will enjoy the next one just as much if not more! I already have some ideas for it and I can't wait to get started. But for now, enjoy this part!!
CW: Violence
WORD COUNT: 5.3K
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You awoke the next day at a proper time– a persistent urge to shower clawing at you. Not showering the day before left you feeling stinky and oily, hair matching the rest of your appearance. You decide to take a body shower in the morning and wash your hair tonight– mostly to satiate the grimy feeling that had begun accumulating after the surgery. You retrieve some simple, loose pajamas and fresh undergarments and head to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth, you comb your hair out and put it up in a bun. You set your shower heat to ‘warm’ and slowly remove your clothes from your body. Upon looking down, you carefully peel off the bandage covering the stitches and skin glue.
You took a moment to examine the wound– it was tightly sewn back together, sterile, and only ached slightly. It also looked clean, which reassured you that the wound was not infected or prone to becoming infected. With a small sigh, you stepped into the shower and felt the warm water run over your skin. The water soothed you, both physically and emotionally. You enjoy the fresh scent of the soap and rub your facial wash into your skin with gentle roughness. After completely washing your body, you turn the shower off and towel yourself dry before throwing on your clothes and shuffling back to the dorm room. Selena helps you apply a clean bandage over the stitches and you lay down, feeling fresh and reinvigorated.
You and Selena chat for a bit of time before she brings out a record, she had deemed it a surprise earlier in the day.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see! But first, let me get the supplies…”
Selena scrounges around in a grocery bag at the foot of her bed. She brings out two small canvases, some art brushes, towels, and paints. She hands you one of the canvases and helps you get situated in your bed with the supplies. She excitedly explains that it was a record of a painting tutorial that you’re meant to follow then compare with friends. You loved the idea and your heart swelled at the thought that she went out of her way to do something entertaining that you would enjoy.
After going through the process, you and Selena had both made two different paintings of a mountain and a lake. Both beautiful, for sure. But definitely different. You thanked her for putting this effort in for you and you both agreed to frame the little pictures next to each other. You both chatted and did various activities to kill time before Selena goes out to bring both of you food for lunch.
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After you have lunch with Selena, you state that you feel like going on a walk. She initially declines, stating that she is nervous about the state of your injury and healing process. You state that you feel much better and that going on a walk would help keep you from going stir-crazy. She agrees to it after you invite her to accompany you on the walk. The weather was cloudy but it the smell of rain had yet to permeate the air. It was the perfect time to get some movement in before the rain began to soak the campus. So you both put on some cozy clothing and head out for a walk. The walk was peaceful and quiet, you and Selena chatting about various things as you strode. You also ran into a few of the students from the art club. Lucille, in particular, talked with you for a while regarding Ulric and his murderous tendencies. She sympathized with the loss of Sylvia and how Ulric had been under scrutiny for a while due to him killing his normie ex-girlfriend. Even Lucille hadn’t been incredibly trusting of Ulric being a club member.
After parting ways with Lucille, you walked by the lake and saw some sirens practicing their swimming skills in the off-season. The cold weather didn’t affect them underwater since their body naturally adapted quickly to the water’s temperature. It was mesmerizing to watch them race through the water with ease, sparkling and glistening with their shiny scales. They greet you both as you pass and you begin reflecting on how the past few weeks have been. You were grateful. So grateful that you didn’t allow your dark thoughts to drag you from the world. You were grateful that you’ve been surrounded by people that loved you deeply. People who would feed you, care for you, and entertain you. People who would delicately operate on you with no expense, just for the sake of your health. People who would wave to you from the side of the lake or stop to talk to you because they were glad you were doing better.
You were grateful that you were okay after your surgery– that no mishaps had disabled you or killed you. You were grateful that you had the strength to walk, even just two days after the operation happened. You were grateful to feel the chill in the air or the crunch of leaves beneath your feet. And the more you thought, the wetter your eyes became. You swallowed thickly and let the salty liquid pour down your cheeks silently. Selena noticed, of course, but said nothing. She understood that these past few weeks had been exhausting and terrifying. Between the attack, the surgery, and being pulled around by police— you couldn’t even begin to start describing how affected you were. But you came out on top, despite everything. And she was thankful for it.
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You and Selena continue to wander back toward your dorms until you pause in the quad, gazing at Selena as you remember to make a quick pit stop.
“Hey, Lena, can we go to Iago Tower and see if Isaac is there? I want to pay him a visit so he can see that I’m walking again.”
“Yeah, we can do that. It’s not too far of a walk.”
You both make your way to the tower and head up the elevator to the very top floor. You noticed that the lights at the top of the tower were on, so you would bet that Isaac was there right now. As you ascend, you hear people talking— both voices seemingly male. The doors open and you both step inside. Selena looks around the tower and you realize that this is her first time inside of Iago. She examines various elements of the environment as she states, “so this is where you run off to every other day, huh?” You giggle.
Gomez and Isaac— the two that were discussing something as you both rode the elevator— turn around to greet you as you walked further into the room. Isaac strode over to you with a surprised smile, grabbing you gently by the waist as he examined you, “I knew you would recover a bit faster than an average human, but I didn’t expect it to be this fast. You continue to surprise me. I love it and I hate it, you little menace.”
You giggle as his hands maneuver you this way and that, checking on the state of your healing progress. Your eyes drift from him to over his shoulder, at the table. There was a small green orb— it almost looked like glass or some type of emerald. It had a small glow from the inside that seemed to fade in and out. Isaac follows your eyes to the orb, curious as to what you were looking at. It was enclosed in a small glass case, resting on a soft white padding, like some kind of expensive jewelry.
“Ah. Follow me, Y/N.” He grabs your hand and leads you to the table. Gomez and Selena were standing at the table looking at the orb as well, chatting about what it was and what they knew about it.
“Hello, amiga. Glad to see you back on your feet.” Gomez greets with a genuine smile. “Good to see you too, Gomez,” you smile back.
You lean closer to the orb, noticing the small intricate patterns that decorated it— strings of symbols or perhaps letters of an ancient language. As you leaned closer, the orb began to lift off of the padding, thudding against the glass case as it pulled toward you like a magnet. The glow began to blaze brighter, and the orb rotated as it struggled against the glass to get to you. You watch in awe with wide eyes as the orb came to life in reaction to you.
“This,” Isaac began, “is a Silixite stone. All the banshees have them. You are born with it.” He drags your attention over to the chalkboard, where he has sketched a banshee-fied version of the Vitruvian Man as well as several notes and diagrams that portray the anatomy of a banshee— including the Silixite.
“When a banshee is born, the Silixite ball is about the size of a pebble. As you grow, the ball increases in size. The Sixilite is the source of a banshee’s power. However, the stone only responds to the biological body of the creature it was born inside of. Such was discovered in 1754, in the case of Odhrán Gibbons.”
Gomez had pulled up chairs for you, him, and Selena as Isaac gave his presentation. You thank him with a nod and the three of you give Isaac your undivided attention.
“Gibbons went into a pub called ‘The Lucky Hunter Tavern.’ He was a banshee, and he had been stalked by an ex-friend of his: a vampire named Donovan Grimm. Grimm was obsessed with banshees and completely infatuated with their powers. He believed that banshees were one of the strongest beings on Earth because of their psychic abilities. So Grimm, who was suffering from undiagnosed psychopathy, decided to kidnap and kill Gibbon to cut out his Silixite stone. He believed that he could place the stone into his own anatomy through surgery and reap the powers that it had to offer. He was wrong. The stone turned from glowing sphere into a lifeless ball as black as charcoal once Gibbons was killed. Grimm was soon caught and sentenced to a public hanging. While his methods were quite horrible, his crimes have allowed us to understand more about the Silixite stones and how they work.”
Isaac takes a teacher’s pointing stick and points at one of the diagrams, “as you can see here, each banshee grows their Silixite stone in a different part of their body. It is unique— like a fingerprint. Unfortunately, some banshees have grown them in a place that is less than ideal. There have been cases of banshees losing feeling in limbs or living with a chronic pain because their Silixite grew in an uncomfortable place. So, Y/N—“
Isaac turns to you, looking you in the eye as he speaks. “What you went through, many others have as well. It’s a shame that banshee history and anatomy isn’t well-documented. I assume that if it were, you wouldn’t have had to deal with the problems that were plaguing you for so long. I’m… sorry for it. Really.”
You smile warmly, “it’s okay. It was worth putting up with it. It eventually lead me to you.”
Isaac swallowed as he composed himself, your sweet words had made him stumble. Gomez grinned, enjoying watching his roommate melt just because you said something cute. He turns to Selena and gives her a shit-eating smile, to which she laughs under her breath. Isaac rolls his eyes at their antics and continues. “Anyway… all this is to say… we don’t really know how to put the stone back safely. There are no recorded instances of a stone transplant from one area of the body to another. I’m not even sure if an operation is needed for it. This is uncharted territory. But understand, until the stone gets settled in… you will not be able to access your powers.”
You raise your eyebrows as you take in what he has said. It was no wonder you felt so different, so… carefree. It was unnaturally relaxing, like something had changed. Knowing the truth now, you disliked that level of comfort. It was not you, it wasn’t what you were made for.
“So then, what’s our next step?” You question.
“You actually came at a perfect time. The next step is simple, effortless even. And it all starts…” he trails off as he grabs the glass box with the stone in it from the table. He then walks over to you and places it in your hand. The stone begins to levitate in reaction to your proximity. “Like this,” Isaac finishes, stepping back to allow you wiggle room.
“What… do I do?” You look up at him.
“What do you feel like you should do?”
You look back down at the box, pondering your options. You look back up at him for a moment, searching for a sign of reassurance from him. He meets your eyes and nods slowly, encouraging you to take your next step.
You bite your lower lip and look back down at the box. Your hand reaches up and flips the top of the lid open. The stone rises through the air gently until it’s about level to your face. It buzzes and turns in front of you, almost as if it was assessing you. Like it was alive. You squint your eyes in curiosity as you lean forward slightly. The ball stays patiently suspended as you study it, furrowing your brows. You open your mouth, ready to ask a question, when suddenly— it happens.
The stone whizzes through the air straight into your mouth. Fast as a bullet, but luckily avoiding any teeth. The stone then forces its way down your esophagus and into your digestive system. The sheer shock of the situation left you completely speechless— as was the entire room. Everyone stared at you in complete bewilderment, nobody really knowing what to do or how to react.
“Did that just happen?” You finally spoke, breaking the thick silence. Isaac walks closer to you and kneels, examining you, “how do you feel?”
“I don’t feel different at all… I feel normal. Like nothing happened.”
“…okay… well, I guess we’ll have to just… keep an eye on you for a few days. And we will keep X-raying you. We need to document this process for future reference. My hope is that it will not reform in the same spot as before, but we won’t know until the process is done. But I'm glad that you’ve began healing so fast. You are ahead of the curve I expected you to be at.” Isaac gently grabs your cheeks with his hands and caresses them before grabbing the glass box and closing it, putting it back on the table.
You and Selena head back to the dorms for the day for some physical and mental preparation for classes the next day. Some of the other girls came by to visit and check in on you, but the other parts of the day were slower and more calm. You and Selena chat to each other on opposite sides of the room until you both fall asleep. You pray that tomorrow goes slow and steady, you just needed a few days of grace until you could get back into your normal routines.
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You start to nod off into sleep when you hear a monstrously loud crashing noise. You shoot up, falling off of the bed in sheer panic as the rainy thunderstorm outside suddenly sounded astronomically louder than it did a few seconds ago. The large window door that lead to the balcony was shattered and a large, dark figure stood at the ruins of the window. You peek around the side of your bed at the monster and your stomach drops— you knew those yellow eyes. You were the one that gouged them out.
Ulric, in his wolf form, snarls lowly in the darkness, scanning for either you or your roommate. You suddenly hear Selena yell “HEY” before she rips her sleeping cap off, snakes hissing with malice, kneeling on her bed. Ulric quickly turns and averts his eyes, as do you. He runs to the corner of the room near your bed and turns your vanity to face Selena. She gasps in fear as her skin slowly turns grey. You watch in horror as she stones herself, leaving her more vulnerable to Ulric than ever. He growls and stalks over to her, sniffing her before snarling loudly and raising his arm.
“STOP! DON’T!” You yell as you run out from your hiding spot before he has the chance to shatter her. He turns toward you in surprise, watching you intently.
“If you leave her alone… I won’t fight you. You can take me away and do what you will. No screaming, no nails, no stabbing. Just don’t touch her.” You stare into his eyes, unblinking.
He lowers his arm as he turns toward you. You were incredibly thankful that he didn’t know what state you were in right now. If he knew you were powerless, he certainly would have killed her. You pace closer to him, despite the fear in your entire being begging you to run away. His lips curl back as his hand wraps around your throat and chest. In a swift movement, he pulls you close to his own chest and leaps off of the balcony. He bounces off of various rooftops and towers— including Iago. As you see the roofs whizz past, you wonder if today will be the last time anybody will see you alive.
He takes you into the forest, deep. Deep enough for you to feel more helpless by each minute that passes.
Fuck you, you dirty pooch. You are infinitely lucky for deciding to attack when you did. Give me a day or two more, and you would’ve been done for. You grit your teeth as you curse him in your head. Angrily, you reach your hand up and slap the side of his head as hard as you can. Ulric growls and flings you away. You roll several times before coming to a stop on your back. As you look around, you realize that he has brought you to a clearing. The same clearing where the first battle took place. Of course that bitch brought you back here, his ego was bruised.
You sit up and groan from the pain in your abdomen. Ulric roars at you from the edge of the clearing, loud enough to cause the birds to take off and the ground to shake. There was no way that it wasn’t heard by the academy. That was his first mistake, and you realized that his anger was outweighing his critical thinking skills in this moment. You weighed your options and realized that he had all of the major advantages. You will die if you don’t play your cards right. You try to remember what was around you and what you could use that he didn’t have. The closest building to you was the greenhouse, which was a few miles away. Even though he was big in his wolf form, he wasn’t agile. You felt him bump the trunks of trees and trip over the roots in the ground when he was carrying you here. Strong, sure… but also clumsy.
You arose from your spot on the ground as he stalks toward you slowly, obviously not in a rush to kill you. He wanted to scare you first– make it hurt. You slowly back up from him, estimating how fast you could run to the trees in your current state. If you ran now, he would absolutely catch you before you made it to the treeline. You continued to slowly back up, keeping your eyes on Ulric’s as if he would launch an attack if you took them off of his. When you got close enough, you had a plan in mind and only one chance to pull it off.
You reached down and grabbed the nearest rock you could. It was around the size of an egg and not too heavy, so you zoned in on the wolf pacing towards you. Cranking your arm back, you launched the rock at him as hard as you could while still maintaining accuracy. The rock nails him right above the eye, cutting the skin on his brow bone and causing his own blood to flood his eye. He whimpers briefly and holds his face. He pulls his hand away to examine the small smear of blood across his palm.
His eyes harden with sickening hatred as he gazes back at you. You, still slowly shuffling toward the treeline, smile at him with the confidence of a woman who is not in horrific danger.
“Come on, puppy. That rock was the size of your ball sack, it couldn’t have hurt that bad.” You faked a grin, praying that he wouldn’t see through your bluff. He stretches his arms high before slamming his hands onto the ground, snarling and shaking as he riled himself up. Your adrenaline spiked to it’s peak as your feet carried you backward faster. You clear your throat and yell as loud as you can.
“Come on, then! Come finish me off you sorry son of a bitch!”
Ulric roars in outrage and crosses the length of the clearing in short time. You run toward the treeline as fast as you possibly could, glancing back to ensure that he was close enough. You felt the ground vibrate as his hard steps drew closer and closer. You checked one last time that he was in perfect position before turning on your heel and diving out of the way at full force. Ulric, unable to escape the trap due to his sheer size and weight, slams face-first into the thick tree trunk with a harsh crack. Whether it was the wood or his body, you couldn’t tell. When you looked back up, Ulric had blood running down his chin and each breath he took was accompanied with a low whine as he grips the sides of the trunk for support. As you stand, you see something wriggling in your peripheral vision. You look down at the organism to see that it wasn’t really an organism at all.
It was a tongue. Or rather, half of one. Pitch black and spasming disturbingly as blood squirted out of the severed size and the muscle reacted to the cold, salty dirt. He had bit it off when he lunged at the tree open-mouthed. You felt some bile rise from your stomach at the unappealing sight, but you swallow it forcefully and turn to run as fast as you can toward the academy. Ulric was wounded and dazed, and you certainly wouldn’t be able to pull another trick on him like this. You knew you couldn’t hide, werewolf senses were sharper than a bloodhound. So your best bet was to run as fast as you could and try to squeeze through smaller paths— use his size against him.
So you did. You ran for your life and had to trust your human senses without second judgement. You were running on adrenaline, hope, and spite. And as you ran, you felt no more pain. It didn’t matter anymore, your brain had blocked it out. Whatever damage was done, you would deal with it when you were safe. So you sprinted, hard and fast with a primal need to survive.
What felt like hours had actually been minutes. It had been eight minutes of sprinting at top speed, which would have impressed you if you weren’t currently preoccupied. It’s crazy what the body can do when fueled by the need to not get murdered. Your blood pressure spikes as you hear the roar of the beast, indicating that he was out for blood once again. Despite the fact that you could now see the buildings of Nevermore, you were smart enough to know that you weren’t going to make it back before he found you. He was too fast, too angry. You had no choice but to hide and think of a new plan.
You look around for a little bit until you managed to find a hollow tree. You thank whatever God there is that they put this near you and you begin taking your pajamas off. You run and toss the clothes a far enough distance away from you before turning and making your way back to the tree again. Now almost naked save for your undergarments, you begin to gather any wet dirt you could find. The rain was sure to help mask your scent, yet another blessing in disguise. It could buy you enough time to think of something new.
So you gather the mud and wet dirt and smother it all over your body. You rub it into your skin, face, hair, and undergarments rigorously. You, now covered in dirt like an army member, crawl into the trunk and duck below the hole’s opening. Your task now was to just think and try not to make noise. So you did that, partially praying and partially scheming. You listened the best you could for any indication of the wolf as you plotted. As your adrenaline wore off, you begin to shiver violently at the cold temperatures. How bad this was going to affect your health was now a concern that was eating at your mind. At least, it was until you heard it.
The growling was low. So low that the rain almost masked it. Ulric was incredibly close and was moving at a relentlessly slow pace. You held your breath and clenched your fists to try to stop shaking so much. He stood still for a moment as he decided what to do next. You almost cry in anticipation and anxiety as the moment passes terribly slow. Finally, you hear the sound of muddy footsteps trotting away. You slowly rise and peek out through the hole in the trunk, eyes settling on the werewolf’s form. He was currently lower to the ground, sniffing slowly and prowling around some trees. He seems to catch scent of something and turns on his heel to run in the direction you threw your clothes in earlier.
You bite your lip and take the opportunity to crawl up, higher through the trunk until you reached the hole at the very tip of it. The climb was gritty and slippery, but you manage to make it. Your hand grasps a connecting branch as you hoist yourself up to higher ground on the branches. You look around for Ulric, eyes zoning in on any movement as you catch your breath and form a mental path for you to take through the trees until you’re out of the forest.
You begin to stand and reach your hand out before the entire tree shakes violently and the horrible snarl of a monster makes you scream in shock. Ulric continues to make terrible noises as he claws at the hole in the trunk until it was big enough to fit his upper body through. In the process, he knocks you loose from your ledge and you hang onto the branch for dear life— your toes only a few feet away from the snapping maw of the big bad wolf.
You yell as you pull yourself up, the bandage on your abdomen getting ripped off by the trunk’s texture. Once up, you jump from the top of this tree to the next. Then the next. Ulric knew he couldn’t climb the slippery tree bark, so he continued to ram himself into the trees hoping to shake you out of them. You dig your fingers into the trunk as he barks and yells in frustration. You were terrified— more terrified than you had ever been before in your life. But you were also so close. You could reach the treeline and scream for help until the daylight arrived. It was your best bet. So you move closer and closer, it was on the tip of your tongue. You were on the edge of salvation as the jaws of hell snapped at you from below.
Then, the tree snapped. Ulric had lobbed himself against the tree so vehemently that it snapped in the middle and came crashing down— you included. You scream in agony and terror as you fly through the air before you smacked down onto the ground. The wind, once again, was completely knocked out of you. You laid there and cried, fully accepting that this would be the day you died. Funny, how you once considered taking yourself out. And now you’ve put your entire soul into making it out of this situation. But it wasn’t enough, not without your powers. Ulric was a real threat… for a good reason. He knew exactly when to strike, even if it was only by dumb luck. As your warm tears rolled down your cheeks, you gaze at the wolf limping through the trees to get to you. And you smiled.
Because at least you fucked him up yet again before you went out. Completely human, essentially. And yet he was battered and he had bit off his own tongue. What a dumb, mangy bitch, you thought as you chuckled. You feel warmth from your lower stomach and look down to see that your stitches had busted open, fresh blood leaking down your hips and onto the ground. You take a deep breath as the wolf approached you, feeling a strange sense of peace. A deep, accepting peace. If you died now, at least you tried your best with the hand you were dealt in this life. And that was okay with you.
Ulric barks and kneels down above you, breathing deeply with his face being inches away from yours. His hand comes down and presses on your waist, causing a bit of more blood to pump out of the open wound in your abdomen. You groan in pain, laughing once you regained your breath. “That hurt, you mangey fuck.”
Ulric roars in your face before opening his mouth and bringing his jaws down on you. You close your eyes and feel his hot, dank breath surround your face.
But then, nothing. You crack open one eye to see the innards of his mouth were surrounding you… yet, the jaws remained open. Still. Frozen. The blood from his severed tongue dripped on your cheek and rolled down your face. You pondered for a moment in utter confusion before Ulric is forcefully shoved backward. You sit up and watch as Ulric’s own waist is pierced by a jagged edge of tree trunk– a result of the tree snapping and falling. For a moment, you wondered if you were dead… or on drugs. You heard his whimpers and saw him shaking against a force so you followed his gaze. Doing so, you spot a figure cloaked in the darkness. You saw… him.
Who else would it be but the mad scientist himself, descending upon the situation like an angel sent by God. His own hand shook and the veins in his arm flared with stress as he fought for control. Behind him, Francoise ran out with a syringe in hand. You watch in what felt like slow motion as Francoise stabbed the needle into the stomach of the wolf and injected a foreign substance into his body. She rips the needle out and backs away as Ulric screams and fights with every last part of his being. Isaac nearly lost the fight until the tranquilizer began to take effect, slowing the wolf down until sleep forcefully overtook him.
Isaac releases his grip on the wolf, taking a moment to catch his breath before sprinting toward you. You couldn’t believe your eyes and you were simply too tired to celebrate what possible event could have just occurred. The last thing you remember is being covered by Isaac’s coat as him and Francoise kneel next to you. You hear their voices distantly, too out of it to register the words they were yelling at you. Then you pass out cold, completely and utterly exhausted.
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A/N: I hope everybody is enjoying their Thanksgiving break if you have it! Feels good not to worry about college for a week.
An Unorthodox Question (Isaac Night x Banshee Reader) (18+) (S/PAP) (Part 13)
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This part is a little bit lighter and cozier, with a little bit more focus on Isaac's perspective and emotions. Pretty fluffy, since the next part is going to be a little crazier. Hope you enjoy this little cozy part :) Also, I'm going to change the titles slightly but nothing else is changing! Just a heads up.
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You open your eyes to the feeling of warm comfort, surrounded by fabric and light. It was so comfortable, in fact, that it took you multiple attempts to wake up– constantly falling in and out of sleep. As your eyes adjust, you see that the sun had just started rising over Nevermore. You stare out of the balcony at the sun as you try to recall how you got here and where you were.
You were in your dorm, and it was quite early in the morning– earlier than you normally ever wake up. There was enough light for you to look around the room and get your bearings. Selena slept soundly on the other side of the room, but in an uncomfortable position. It seemed that she had fallen asleep sitting up. You wonder why she had done it when you remember the events of the evening before.
Your eyebrows raise as you peel back the blankets that covered you. You realize that you are almost completely naked apart from the hospital gown that adorned you. It seemed they had gotten you a fresh one, as this one was not bloody or dirty. It was clean, white, and airy. You reach forward to scrunch up your gown when the pain of moving hit you. You have to be cautious and move slowly and gently– lest the soreness from the surgery could bring you waves of pain.
You slowly raise your gown above your pelvis and inspect what you see. It isn’t much, just a large bandage taped around the area of the surgery. Isaac had explained that after surgery is done, they would sew you back together on both the inside and the outside– using specialty stitches on the inside… the ones that disintegrate after a certain period of time. The outside was likely stitched with regular stitches, bandaged up, and covered over with a second larger bandage. You felt secure, to say the least. If you clumsily fell or ran into the corner of a table, your stitches probably wouldn’t burst.
You push your gown back down and slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed. Every flex of your abs or legs from movement traveled up to your abdomen and caused heavy pain to inflict you. Eventually, you put your feet on the floor and slowly rose. As you got to your feet, you tested how well you could support your own weight. When you felt stable, you shuffled over to the desk in the corner and retrieved some painkillers. You grab a water bottle from the mini fridge in the corner and swallow two of the pills. Your throat was quite dry so it felt weird when you chugged down the water.
You felt better now that you’ve started to move around again and come back to life. You also felt relieved that the pain would soon be suppressed from the pills, so all you had to do was lay back and relax as your body mends itself. You grabbed a protein bar from the mini fridge and planned on eating it when you laid back down. Upon turning to Selena, you realized that you should probably help her– perhaps you could still save her back from being horribly sore when she woke up in a few hours.
You toss your bar on your bed before turning and hobbling over to Selena. You gently called her name and tapped her over the blanket. She stirred a bit but finally awoke with a bit of a start when you prodded her.
“Y/N! Mm, are you okay? What’s happening?”
“Hey, sorry Lena. You should lay down, you fell asleep wrong. I’m okay.”
“…Oh. You’re okay?”
“Yeah, I'm okay. Here, lay down.”
You direct her sleep-addled self to lay down on her pillow correctly and moved her blanket to cover her comfortably. Funny, you were supposed to be the one getting waited on yet here you were tucking your roommate into bed. It didn’t take long for sleep to take Selena back into unconsciousness and you shuffled over to your bed, sitting on the edge and carefully hoisting your legs up. You pull the blankets back up and unwrapped your chocolate protein bar, munching on it as you watch the sun rise. You pondered why you were awake so early, but then you realize that you’ve technically been asleep since around 5 PM yesterday– so you actually got an excess amount of rest even if you awoke at 6 AM today. You didn’t get a lot of opportunities to watch the sunrise, so you took advantage of waking up so early to watch it and thrive in the early morning peace.
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Selena awoke around three hours later, rising with a slow and heavy energy. She didn’t seem to be in pain, however, so you figured that you had saved her back from the painful sleeping position. She came to check on you after rolling out of bed, checking on your bandage and ensuring that nothing seemed to be busted or bleeding. After confirming that you were alright, she asks if you wanted help to go to the bathroom. You agreed and Selena helps you travel to the bathroom. You spend your time brushing your teeth and using the toilet whilst Selena brushed her teeth and showered, washing her snakes.
You both travel back to the room and you request for Selena to grab you your sketchbook from the desk, she retrieves it and some art supplies. She organizes it on the desk and announces that she’s going to grab breakfast and bring it back. She asks what you want from the cafe and you shrug, claiming you didn’t feel very hungry. Selena smirks and claims that she’s just going to surprise you with food if you weren’t going to choose, you agree to eat whatever she brings back.
It took about forty-five minutes to get back to the room. She brought you a breakfast platter of toast, sunny-side up eggs, and bacon. You thanked her and ate the platter, feeling some comfort from being able to just eat and relax. You just hoped that you weren’t going to go stir-crazy from laying in bed for a few days.
Morticia had dropped by the dorm to check on your state around 11 AM. You all chatted for a bit about various topics to keep you entertained– school, food, the Rave’N, dancing, boys–
“How is Isaac as a lover?” Morticia asks, leaning onto her elbows as she prodded you.
“How do you mean?”
“Well, I speak the truth when I say that nobody had ever expected Isaac to have a girlfriend– much less like anyone at all. I’m just curious how he acts in a relationship, I’ve only seen him interact with others in the context of roommates, friends, or general snobbery.”
You giggled, it is true that Isaac had a certain unconventional approach to people. At least, before he had met you.
“Well, the way we met was kind of weird. I actually ran away from him because I felt intimidated, but I needed his help with something. He found me later and kind of cornered me because he was annoyed that he had so much curiosity about me. The more we met up, the more comfortable we felt around each other. Eventually, we couldn’t really keep our hands off of each other and we slept together. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend and we’ve been ever since.”
“I see… how is your guys’ sex life though?”
Selena scoffed in shock and whacked Morticia on the arm, “Tish, you pervert! You can’t just ask how peoples’ sex lives are… but to be honest, I am a little curious too.”
“Lena!” You exclaim with a surprised smile.
“What! You know–” Selena turns to Morticia– “the first night they slept together, she came back covered in bruises! I thought she was being abused!”
Morticia’s mouth dropped open and she turns to you, “so you two are fiery? I love it. Me and Gomez love to get a little dangerous, ourselves.”
You, overwhelmed by the situation, threw your head back and covered your face with your hands. “You guys are something else,” you stated, then began to giggle. You eventually start laughing so hard in disbelief that the other two laugh watching you double over. Half in laughter, half in pain. You were giggling so hard that your ab muscles flexed and the wound ached a bit.
You finish laughing and wipe tears from your eyes, “okay, fine. If you guys really want to know… there’s a lot of variety. The first time we had sex, he kind of made the first move. I kept teasing him and giving him a hard time and he just kind of… made me eat my words. It was rough, but it was amazing. The most recent time must have been… a few days ago. Tuesday, I’m pretty sure. Sometimes he’ll let me mess with him and tease him and be more dominant, sometimes he’ll be meaner. Sometimes he’ll be softer. I just think that we’re kind of open to… anything.”
“That sounds so fun. Gomez is very submissive to me. He’ll beg me to hit him or spit on him or step on him. Sometimes I feel bad, but he always gets such a raging boner that my guilty feelings go away fast.”
Selena and you laugh at what you were all picturing– poor Gomez getting ran through the dirt and loving it.
“Leander and I haven’t actually… slept together yet. I don’t know, I haven’t had sex before and he’s never brought it up so I just haven’t thought about it.”
“Well, do you want to have sex right now?”
Selena pondered for a moment, “I think so… I want to experience the stuff you guys are experiencing, too. But I’ve always been kind of scared and I broke up with guys when they brought it up.”
“Oh, Selena. Please don’t feel like it’s something you need to do just because we were talking about it. Sex is a very complex thing and you deserve to choose when you want to explore it– if you do, at all,” Morticia states with a sad look in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Lena. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you’re missing out on something. You should do whatever you want to, whenever you want to,” you add after Morticia finishes talking.
“No, it’s not that at all! I’m actually glad you guys brought it up. I think I… want to have sex with Leander. And it’s the first time I’ve felt like I was ready to sleep with anybody at all. But what if he doesn’t want to have sex with me? What if he’s saving himself? What if my snakes fall out and I stone him in the middle of boning?”
You and Morticia both cackle at her last question, completely caught off-guard. Selena giggles a bit at the infectious laughter filling the room, smiling brightly. When you both catch your breath, you begin speaking.
“I haven’t really had to worry about the last thing, but… the other two I definitely have. I understand your concerns, but I think you will be unhappy if you don’t talk to Leander about it. It’s better to try to take the step forward then stay stuck in one place.”
“I agree,” Morticia adds, “and as for the snakes… I would just make sure that they are wrapped or covered pretty well. And you better hope he’s not a hair puller.”
You all burst into laughter, stomachs aching and cheeks sore.
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Morticia soon headed back to her own room and Selena shrugged on a jacket, announcing that she was going to grab lunch and asking if you wanted anything in specific. You answered with “something warm, please.” She nodded and said she would be back soon, swinging the door open. She then paused, surprised at who was standing at the door.
“Oh! Isaac– come on in,” she quickly stepped aside and lowered her gaze, still feeling slightly insecure in Isaac’s presence. You didn’t blame her. Even though he had been around more often, he had built up quite a reputation of being cold and sour before you came here. Isaac had noticed, of course, that Selena wasn’t exactly open to him. He was a genius and keenly trained in analyzing people. What he didn’t let others know was that when you came, he had been changing as a person. The more you defrosted his frozen metal heart, the more he began to feel bad.
And he hated it. He began to hate the type of person he had become. How long had he been like this? He had always been smart and driven… but when had those qualities pushed away any kindness or honesty he had in his soul? Why did he change? He believed that the sickly, frail boy conjuring ideas in his hospice bed and dreaming of a world that he made better– that boy would’ve been disappointed with what he turned out as.
It often kept him up at night, especially more lately. You noticed the eyebags that had began developing as of the past month or two. You figured that it was caused by him working harder and staying up later since he was getting closer to figuring out your issue– then the surgery. You were partially right, but he didn’t want to let you know that he had been having a bit of a crisis as of late. About himself, what kind of person he was, what kind of person he wanted to be…
So, Isaac nods and steps inside. He keeps his gaze cast aside as he mumbles “thank you, Selena” under his breath. Selena responds with a hum and begins to walk out the door when she pauses and turns.
“Um… I don’t know if you got lunch yet, Isaac. I was gonna bring some back to the room. Did you want anything from the cafe or the trucks?”
Isaac looked at her with raised brows, caught off guard by her extending somewhat of an olive branch. He processed what she said before responding, “um… yes, actually. That would be nice… whatever you guys are going to eat, I’m not very picky.” Selena pressed her lips together and nodded, “okay, for sure. I’ll be back soon!” She called out the last part to both of you as she shuts the door and heads out to lunch.
Isaac takes a moment to think about the interaction, then turns and finds you staring with a smile on your face. He smiles a bit, knowing that you were about to bring him some attitude, then walks over to the side of your bed.
“How are you feeling, angel?”
“Good, how are you feeling?” You respond with a smart tone.
Isaac chuckles and sits on the side of your bed, “I’m not sure what you’re implying.”
You turn your entire body so it faced him and propped yourself up onto your elbows, “you were caught off-guard when Selena was nice to you instead of hiding her face and running away. When was the last time you were nice to anybody except for me, Francoise, Gomez, or Morticia?”
Isaac bit his lip as he stared at you, pondering your question with legitimacy. The question, though surface level, had touched him deeper than you thought it would. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into the topic right now, so he put his mask of arrogance on again.
“Not for a while, nobody deserves it,” he says with a smirk, tone and eyes full of superiority.
“Oh really? Nobody is worthy of Isaac Night’s time of day? What makes me so different, then?”
“You challenge me in many ways. Each time I see you, it is like going against a competitor. And it’s so frustrating how naturally perfect you are. Almost as perfect as me, and I took years to achieve true perfection.”
You smile, winking at him and motioning him to come closer to you. He smiles and kicks his shoes off, crawling up closer to you. He grabs your waist and kisses you, tenderly moving his hands around your body. His lips moved from your own down to your jaw, then neck and collarbone. You groan and complain, “Isaac! You know I can’t have sex right now. Don’t try to rile me up.”
Isaac laughs, “that’s what makes it so much sweeter. Making you all hot then leaving you in the dust. But alas, I’ll leave you be.” He finishes with a quick peck to the lips then lays beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You lay back into him with a smile, enjoying the comfort of his presence.
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The rest of the day went by normally. Selena had brought back comfort food. She grabbed a chili bread bowl for you, a birria sandwich for Isaac, and a pasta bowl for herself. You all hung out for the remaining hours of the day. Having conversations or doing your own activities. It seemed that Selena felt more comfortable around him after he accepted her offer for food, which made you feel happy. You always wondered if Isaac felt lonely, considering he was so independent from others. You wondered if Isaac was enjoying this little night in as much as you did.
Isaac went and brought back dinner for everyone, Gomez trailing behind him through the door. All four of you talked for a long while. You felt yourself get slightly emotional at some points, but swallowed it. It was touching that so many people were doing things to take care of you and keep you entertained. Eventually, Isaac and Gomez headed back and it was time for you to sleep.
You yawn as Selena and you head back from the bathroom, sleep prodding at your eyelids. You were thankful that tomorrow was Sunday and you had more time to recover. It was time to wind down and give your body more time to heal before Monday. Depending on how you felt and how the classes went, you were prepared to feign illness to rest and recover. But for now you didn’t have to worry, you just had to rest.
As you pull the covers up, you realize that you are more peaceful than you had ever been in the past few months. You were okay, and you were excited at how your life was going to change when you were finally healed. You were completely happy and stress-free, curling up in the warmth of the blanket and letting the cozy patter of the rain outside carry you to sleep.
