#isaac (oc)

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cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, institutionalized slavery, romantic whumpee, conditioned whumpees, multiple whumpees, drugging mention, abuse mention, dubcon mention

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“Hi.”

Joey almost didn’t hear him, ear pressed to the speaker of her radio, but she saw him. Wesley was tall and lanky, something hard to miss when he was standing right in front of you.

For a moment she wondered where Graham was, always two steps behind, but realized he was more than likely still in bed. Wesley liked to sneak out alone in the early hours of the morning.

Picking up her head and resting it in the palm of her hand, she strung up a smile. She was ever so good at pretending those. “Hello.” She lightened her voice, bubbly as her ma’am would have liked it.

He didn’t seem comfortable with that. “Can I… can I sit? Please?”

“Yes.” The rest of the sentence - whatever you like - was left unsaid, yet still there in a way, like he knew she’s gritting it back. It was probably sat right there in his throat too, waiting to be set free.

He knelt in the chair, knees bumping on the wood, sat uncomfortably. She was never like that herself, her ma’am always kind enough to allow her on the furniture, but she recalled Florence doing the same.

“Do you always listen to the radio?”

“Kind of.” She said, with a nod. “A lot of the time.”

Nicely Wesley flashed a smile, a pet smile, crooking his head in her direction. “You change the- the um… the station a lot. Why?”

“I’m just…,” biting her lip she turned away, “just looking for something.”

“What is it?” He pressed, resting his chin on his arms, crossed over the table. He seemed interested, curiosity painted over his expression. An innocent curiosity, not stemming from a rotting place of malice.

“My lady.”

“Oh.” He said, rolling that around in his head for a moment, before nodding. He refrained from looking her in the eye. “I- I kind of thought that.” Wesley paused for a moment, his lack of social skills obviously not preparing him for what to continue with. “Do you think you’ll find her?”

Tipping her head, she shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“Do you want to?”

“I’d rather not answer that.” She wasn’t so sure she had a satisfactory answer, or any answer at all. Definitely not one that could be put into words.

He bit at his lip, fingers curling into fists.“Sorry. Sorry.”

“You’re fine.”

“I don’t know if I want to see my sir again.” He said, quick and nearly a mumble, working his jaw.

“Mm.”

“I miss him… a lot. A lot, a lot. I think.” Gaze glazing over, Wesley had a little glint in his eye that made him look as if he was about to cry. “Do you think he would hate me now? If he knew I let you guys take me away and… and make me this?”

“I dunno.”

“I… hope he wouldn’t. I don’t like it when sir is mad at me.” Then he sounded like a child, one wishing their parent would not be angry with them instead of a human pet with a sir.

“I don’t think any pet wants their owner mad at them.” Joey’s smile was gone then, dropped in favor of the circumstances. “My ma’am… she got scary when she was angry. Violent.”

He lit up, almost with a strange excitement. “My sir, um, he made me lick his shoes once.” Giggling at his own words, it was out of place, but she was not unnerved.

“My lady liked to force me to eat until I threw up. Like cake and stuff. I hate cake.”

“My sir,” he was chuckling just thinking about it, “he’d give me this medicine that made me feel all weird and sleepy, and then dress me up funny. I can’t remember anything after that.”

Swallowing, she curled his hand into hers, remembering what Isaac had always done. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Wesley. You didn’t deserve any of that.” She thought maybe it was something he needed to hear

He was surprised by that. “But- but it’s funny… I was bad. I didn’t mean to-,” his lip trembled as he paused, holding himself back. She tightened her grip on his hand, and he copied her in return.

As he blinked back tears she said, “It’s okay, you can cry.” And he did just that, choking little hiccupy cries, practiced to be quiet.

A moment later, “Wesley?” Graham called, words shaky, rushing out from their room until he found his companion. Soon enough, he switched to Joey. “Why is he- what did you do?”

“We were just talking, Graham.” She said, as calm as she possibly could with a beast baring his teeth at her.

He didn’t believe her, not one bit, lips curling into a snarl. “Did you- have you hurt him? Is he hurt? What did you do?”

Wesley stood to his feet, reaching out a hand in his best attempt to calm Graham down. “She- she didn’t-,”

“Hey-!” He picked her up by the armpits, pinning her to the wall. “I didn’t-!”

“Tell me what you did!” He shrieked this time, Joey blinking as bits of spittle splattered onto her scrunched expression.

“Calm the fuck down!”

“What’s going on?” Florence entered the scene then - Otis hanging back behind the doorway - rushing in in pajamas, eyes falling wide as they settled on the fuss. “Get off’a her!”

Wesley looked between the group, fear clearly stuffing up his face. “Please don’t- he’s just confused-!”

“Don’t touch him!” Graham snarled at Joey, blinded by aggression, shoving Florence away and allowing her to slump to the floor.

”Don’t fucking touch her!” Florence, a good deal smaller than Graham, continued to stand his ground as the newer rescue let a growl rumble from his throat.

The front door slammed shut, bags of groceries disregarded swift to the countertop. “Hey, hey, hey! What are you people doing?” Isaac threw herself between them, both Florence and Graham backing away.

Joey bit her lip, rubbing at her shoulder. Florence and Graham were staring daggers at one another. Otis looked on the verge of tears.

“I was,” Wesley started, brushing away at his tear stained cheeks, “with J- Joey, and Graham thought she hurt me ‘cause I was crying, and-,”

“Yeah, and he fucking attacked her!” Florence threw his hands in the air, yelling.

“Hey! Wesley’s speaking, please show him some respect-,”

Isaac made a mistake. A grave one at that, palm clamping right over her mouth with a hitch of breath.

All five rescues dropped to the floor, all in the same position, each rigid and stone cold as they pressed their foreheads to the wood. Sucking in a breath, each rescue rushing through the horrors in their head, the air fell silent.

Hey, pet. You think you’re all that ‘cause my momma liked you? Do us all a favor and give me my rightful respect.

Don’t you dare ever speak to me that way, dog. You’re a fucking animal that needs to learn the basics of respect.

You don’t want to, Princey? Really? And when have I, or really anyone for that matter, ever cared what you wanted? I think you should show some respect.

You’re just a dirty mutt with rocks for brains, and I’m sure you’re aware. Do you want to go back in the dog house, or are you ready to learn to respect?

I’ve given you everything you could ever ask for, Buttons. All these sweets, a home, a name, and that is what I get? Show some fucking respect.

“God fucking dammit.”

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Unlucky

Part one of my contribution to the @zineofgid for 2024

Contains: nonhuman whumpee and whumper, demon whumpee and whumper, non-human trafficking, slavery, creepy whumper, wrong place/wrong time, noncon touching/kissing, drugging, and bagic branding ---

Luc was having a bad day. Which, for a demon in literal Hell, was saying something pretty significant. He’d come to the marketplace hoping to sell some of his junk he didn’t use anymore for things he’d actually need. Instead, he’d gotten caught in a big misunderstanding.

He’d been just walking around until someone put a hand on his shoulder. He’d paused and turned his head toward the person, only to come face to face with a predatory grin that made his stomach churn. Then, a bag was placed over his head and he was grabbed by about three other people he couldn’t see, and he was dragged far from where he had been. He’d tried to fight back, but he was never very strong, much preferring to sharpen his mind than a sword. Plus, these were professional catchers, and they were good at what they did. They caught runaway pets and slaves. Neither of which he was, which he shouted at length to them, but no one seemed to believe him. Or they just didn’t care.

All of that brought him to now. He was tied to a wooden post in the middle of a stone cell, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder at auction. The iron on his wrists prevented him from burning through the post or the rope binding him to it. He heard footsteps approaching and knew his time was up. 

However, as the footsteps stopped outside his cell, someone was let in rather than someone to come take him out.

Standing before him was a tall, well dressed man. A simple gray button down, with a black vest, a red tie, and red kerchief in the vest pocket. He had piercing green eyes that scanned the dark cell before landing on Luc. Luc shrank slightly in the man's gaze, a feeling of dread pooling in his stomach. The man brushed a few strands of blonde hair out of his face before striding confidently towards Luc.

“Hello. I'm told you're a special case.” The man tilted his head curiously, “You say there's been some misunderstanding? That you're not supposed to be here?”

Relief flooded over Luc. “Yes! I… I was just at the market place to buy and sell, and the next thing I know I'm grabbed and dragged here!” He tugged on the iron and rope binding him to the pole as though to prove a point. “Are you here to help me?”

“That sounds awfully dreadful. But yes… I am here to help you.” The man circled around Luc, looking him up and down. “My name is Isaac by the way. What's yours? They didn't know when I asked.”

“Luc. My name is Luc. I'd shake your hand but that's a little hard at the moment.”

Isaac laughed, “That’s fair enough I suppose. Well for someone named Luc you sure are unlucky.”

Luc rolled his eyes. “I've heard that before…”

“Well, Luc. Let's see about getting you out of here and back to my house.” Isaac spoke definitively, leaving no room for questions. But Luc decided to anyway.

“Back to your house?” Luc raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, of course back to my house. I'm a businessman and I have a reputation. I'm buying you. See, I get special access to the auctions before they happen. And your little… Situation really caught my eye.”

That feeling of dread crept in on Luc again. “You’re buying me?”

“That is what I said. Do try and keep up.”

“But you said you were helping me!” Luc glared.

Isaac ran his hand down his face and rolled his eyes. His arm shot out and he gripped Luc’s chin so he was forced to make eye-contact. “Listen, and listen carefully. You’re obviously not the sharpest knife in the arsenal. I am buying  you so that no one else can. So you can come home with me, have a nice meal, and we part ways as unlikely allies. Would you rather go home with someone willing to buy you for real? Because I can walk right out that door and never look back. Understood?”

Luc wrenched his head out of Isaac’s grip, leveling him with a look. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

Isaac’s eye twitched, but he held a plastered on smile. “You don’t. But, do you really have any other options?”

Luc thought for a moment, before meeting his eyes again. “No… I really don’t.”

Isaac grinned and patted Luc’s cheek. “There. You’re learning! Be back in a moment.” He turned away from Luc and strode over to the door, knocking a few times on it in some sort of code before he was let out and began talking with someone Luc couldn’t see.

Minutes later, Isaac returned with two other demons in tow. They undid the ropes binding Luc to the pole, and re-tied his wrists together behind his back. Each demon then took an arm and guided him behind Isaac towards a vehicle parked nicely outside the establishment. He was pushed into the back seat. Luc had never been in any sort of vehicle before, they were reserved for the super wealthy, and he was not. Isaac took his place in the driver’s seat and began the journey home.

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After what felt like hours, Isaac started up the long driveway. Luc looked out his window, marveling at the expansive mansion coming into view. Maybe he’d finally gotten lucky in his life after all? Still, he couldn’t shake this feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.

Isaac stopped the vehicle and exited it, coming around to where Luc was, and opened the door for him. He even helped Luc out of it since his arms were still tied behind him. “Here, let me.” Isaac smiled and pulled out a small key and unlocked the metal cuffs around each of Luc’s wrists. “There, I’m sure that’s much more comfortable.” He tossed the cuffs and rope back into the vehicle and gestured Luc forward.

Luc nodded, rubbing his now bruised wrists and started approaching the front door alongside Isaac. “It is, thank you.” Isaac unlocked and pushed open the door, letting Luc in first. Luc was taken aback by the inside. It was intricately decorated by someone who very clearly had money to burn. He heard Isaac chuckle at his reaction behind him.

“Follow me, the dining room is this way.” Isaac nodded his head towards the hallway and took the lead in front of Luc. They walked silently. When Isaac reached the dining room, he pulled out a chair near the head of the large table. “Please, make yourself comfortable. I have to go check on dinner, but I won't be long.” Isaac then left the room leaving Luc all alone.

Luc had a bad feeling about all this. He thought about making a run for it, but realized he'd probably get lost. So, hesitantly, he sat in the chair Isaac had pulled out for him. Maybe it was all going to be okay. Maybe he could just enjoy what would probably be the most fancy dinner he'd had in his life. Maybe this feeling in his gut meant nothing. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and fidgeting with his shirt. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?” He whispered to no one but himself.

It was a few minutes later when Isaac returned with a small cart, with two plates. Presumably, one for each of the two men. He wheeled over and placed his own plate in front of the head of the table, and placed Luc’s in front of where he was seated. Luc thanked him politely. Isaac then sat down, joining him at the table officially.

Luc looked down at the dish. It looked delicious and his stomach grumbled at just the sight. He didn't need to eat often, let alone dishes more geared towards humans, but this was a treat he couldn't pass up. So he waved aside his concerns as he began to eat.

Isaac smiled and started eating his own dish. “While I have you here, can you tell me a bit about yourself? I'd love to know all about the person I just rescued from such a terrible fate. It's the least you owe me.”

Luc paused a moment, weighing his options, before shrugging, “Not much to know honestly. Just an honest man trying to make an honest, but humble living.”

“That's very admirable of you.” Isaac said smoothly between bites. “I was born into this life. Never known anything outside it. Sometimes I wish I could be more like you. Just someone… Someone who doesn't have to be me. But I am me, so it's silly to wish otherwise.”

Luc hummed, not really paying attention. His head was starting to feel foggy, but that was normal for an adrenaline rush wearing off… Right?

“So is anyone back home waiting for your return?”Isaac moved the subject back to Luc.

Luc shook his head. “Just some roommates, but I don't really know them that well, and I don't have a significant other at the moment. I'm also not very close with my parents as of late.”

“That's a shame to hear. You're very handsome, and you seem to have your life on track. I'm surprised you don't have more people in your life.” Isaac looked genuinely surprised, but still kept a polite smile on.

“Thanks. I just seem to be very unlucky.” Luc chuckled, feeling flushed all of a sudden. He was getting very lightheaded. “Thank you for dinner, but I think… I'm not feeling well and should probably be going.” Without waiting for an answer he tried to stand up and immediately regretted it. The whole room felt like it was spinning around him and he braced himself against the table. He forced himself to try and take a few steps but found himself unable to.

Suddenly hands were at his hips, gently guiding him back into the seat. Isaac had apparently rushed over. “Don't worry, it's nothing serious. It's just the sedatives I put in your food.” He said it so casually it took several seconds for Luc to fully process what he'd said.

“You… You what?” Luc asked, his speech slurring slightly.

“The sedatives I put in your food. You'll have to start listening better soon or we're going to have problems. Well… You'll have problems.” Isaac smiled, ruffling Luc’s hair.

Luc grimaced and tried to push Isaac away, but found he no longer had the strength to move. He was leaned helplessly in Isaac's dining room chair.

Isaac's grin never left as he took the hem of the bottom of Luc's shirt and pulled it all the way up. “You see everyone in those auctions are all already so… Damaged. Used up. Pretty little things for pretty little people. But not you. You aren't damaged. You haven't been broken in.” He laughed. “I can do that myself for once. And you're such a pretty thing.” He traced a line across Luc's jaw and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “I'm going to make sure I enjoy every bit of you.” He leaned forward and placed a kiss on Luc's lips. Isaac then  pulled back and pulled off one of his gloves. He placed his hand on Luc's chest.

Luc's mind was racing even though everything felt foggy and threatened to pull him under, he fought to stay away. If only he could move.

Then, there was a burning sensation on his chest, making him groan in pain. But he knew he was done for now. He knew what was happening. The pain became brighter and hotter, pulling as close to a scream as he could manage.

He'd been marked. He'd been branded. There would be no escaping this now.

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Ava Sinclair was the epitome of sunshine, radiating warmth and kindness wherever she went. With her bright smile and gentle nature, she had never dared to venture into the realm of trouble. That all changed when fate decided to sit her with Isaac Lahey. As their worlds collided, Ava's life took an unexpected turn. Their encounter would be the catalyst for her transformation.

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i could include more examples of all the different funny little guys i could make out of light/cloud combinations, but then we’d be here all day.

[abalonetea]

Isaac is actually a pretty normal guy at the start. A flirty prince-turned-priest, with a thing for one of the local sun-knights and some self worth issues. Which is why it’s so funny that by the end of the story, literally everyone is more put together than him. He is barely even considered a ‘functioning’ person, despite having to ascended into minor sainthood via the sun goddess’s blessing.

[insidiousclouds]

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Isaac

Now this bitch proudly calls himself a faggot. He knew he was gay since he was young, and took full advantage of that in highschool. To say he was a slut would be an understatement. For highschool it was like he fucking lived in a porno, it was handjobs traded for homework, blowies for extra credit, and just straight banging in the locker room.

Though his life hardly avoided tragedy, he didn't know his dad and lived with his mom who critiqued his lifestyle as well as his appearance, leading to an eating disorder early on. Something he has grown out of, though he does occasionally forget to eat sometimes, but it has no greater purpose now beyond just simple forgetfulness.

As an adult, he works as a prostitute, and a male stripper, but he also does... other things for work. (Mafia) (are you sensing a pattern yet?) He also has a hard time having a serious romantic relationship, despite desiring one so very badly. He just has a hard time opening up to folks, and any time he's in a relationship he's usually the one to break it off first, before they get too close to him.

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