Isaac ..... You think he is about to viciously attack you, but no. He is... Pubby...... And he just wants to give your hand kisses and put it in his mouth...
SO INCREDIBLY TRUE................ buppy and/or werewolf isaac absoLUTELY do gentle lil play-bites bc they get SO excited and full of love <3333
also. isaac can probably fit their own hand in their mouth tbh 💔 And yes, he HAS tried it before on an impulse to see if he could. And he, in fact, could. Because they are talented and skilled and epic.
You're forgetting Isaac and Billy with their plushies.
honestly i just didn't know if likin' plushies would count as being objectum or not 💔 BUT. in hindsight it's probably kinda obvious that it would count lol. but thank u 4 the ask <3 the world needs 2 know about them !!!!
For the OC Swap game! :D I'd like to swap our blond pretty boy whumpers, if you're up to it :3
1 - I think Isaac would be fun to mess with for the day and be a bit mean with >:3 Thinking maybe starting with Isaac waking up in an office in his clothing he was last in, a ring gag that exposes his fangs, and iron cuffs around his ankles and wrists that are all connected together behind his back :3
Start with having him getting dragged over the floor to a shower room by the hair and dropping him on the tiles over a drain, putting a cloth over his face and doing some improvised waterboarding with him for a bit using the detachable shower head until he's completely soaked from head to toe, clothing absolutely soggy and sticking to his skin. Then him getting dumped belly-first onto a towel and dragged by the towel over to the office to drip dry on that, secured to the ceiling on his knees by a chain and a collar tight around his throat for him to choke on for a while, keep him busy while tapping away at the computer for work.
After a few hours, him being allowed down and laid back on his back, over his arms and legs still bound together by the cuffs, as his shirt gets literally cut off of him with a sharp knife pressed up against his skin to expose his belly and chest. Then just grabbing pyrography equipment and beginning to burn beautiful flowery designs into his chest and belly to make him all pretty :3 Larkspur for haughtiness, snapdragons for presumption and deception, sunflowers for pride, lofty thoughts and false riches, xanthium for rudeness, heath for solitude, and foxglove for insecurity and insincerity :3 just being mean in flower language :3
Once that's done, he gets the sweat wiped off his face with a handkerchief and gets water trickled down his throat for him to drink in a bit of a reprieve, before he gets hung back up from the chain that was attached to his collar, except this time the chain is connected to his ankles and wrists, and the chain gets pulled tight so that he's barely balancing on his belly atop the towel. And then he gets blindfolded kept like that for the next few hours.
Once it's evening, he gets let down from the chain, and a dog bowl with chicken noodle casserole in it for him to eat the best he can trussed up like that. Messy, but hot and filling, and the only meal he's gotten all day. The blindfold's still on, of course, and he gets no verbal directions. He hasn't been spoken to all day.
Once he's eaten, he gets dragged to the shower room on his towel again and this time just dumped right into a tub of freezing cold water. His head gets forced underwater every so often while he's cleaned up, then once he's just soaking wet, he gets hauled back out onto a new towel, where he's dragged over to the living room until you come back to pick him up.
While waiting for you, he gets his pants cut off with a sharp knife and more pretty sunflowers burned into his skin over his shoulders along with a stag burned into his left shoulder and a doe burned into his right shoulder. He's probably getting bladdernut flowers (for frivolous amusement) burned into his thighs by the time you arrive.
Needless to say, it's a very bad, no good day for Isaac. I'm hoping it makes him cry. He's cute like that :3
2 - Well, you know my Ian. Big blond gorgeous whumper with a strong sadistic streak who got screwed up by his parents and has v complicated feelings over his little brother whumpee Terry. Do as you like with him >:3
Sorry this took a while! But thank you so much for the ask! Ask game here!
1) Oh wow, that's so cruel :0 (/pos). He'd absolutely be in tears and begging for you to stop by the time you start burning the floral designs into him (and oh, his pale skin burns so nicely >:3). The waterboarding being horrible for him, but tolerable, but just having the wet clothes on him would be a sensory nightmare for him. (He'd probably be somewhat relieved even when you decide to cut off his shirt and then later his pants.)
2) Ah, Ian- >:3 It took me quite a bit to figure out what I would do with him. As- what I really want to do to mess with him I have to save for a different blog 😏
So- I'm going to do the next best thing to mess with his head! Therapy! >:3
I'm going to tie him tightly to a chair, making sure he isn't going anywhere anytime soon. And hook him up to a lie detector. Only the lie detector is also hooked up to his sensitive nerves on his chest, neck, and thighs. And every time he lies, avoids the question, or gets snarky the lie detector will shock him in increasingly high intervals.
And then proceed to give him a guided all day therapy session for him to at least confront his deep seeded familial issues, as well as his self-worth issues. Maybe also touching on his dislike of authority figures. We do have all day after all >:3
i think noah’s into disco music… 80’s him at the very least. him and isaac have been friends for a good while— they met in the queer scene long before noah met (and isaac re-met) edgar.. noah used to go to dance clubs in his 20’s (though he’s never had a lick of rhythm hehe) but i imagine he’d still like to go out every once in a while… (partially bc with how the timeline works im like at least 90% sure he wouldn’t be in his 20’s in the Disco Era lmao) BUT. isaac goes out to dance and party a bunch because they love to have fun and hang out with his 500 friends he has at every local club and noah comes along with him sometimes to socialize <: … and they used to go out together all the time!!!! (they were never romantically involved, they just became good pals :3)
isaac just absolutely loves disco. it goes without saying but i’m saying it anyway. i need to find more disco stuff to put on their playlist they LOVE dancing and partying and having fun and <3 and he can actually dance… or at least significantly better than noah can!! noah can’t keep a beat to save his life but isaac loves music.. modern them has jack and eli, The Band Bros., so obv they’re Close To music, but isaac was a choir fella in school… probably both versions of ‘em <: he’s not the best singer in the world but he has a nice range and because his natural voice is. markiplier-esque WIFJAKD. he’s just nice to have around for the lower bits AND they kinda artificially pitch up his voice to sound cuter (and non-threatening) so!!! IDK!!
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
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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.
I am a shadow demon in the king's royal court, which means I have a lot of responsibilities. But I'm looking for someone to share my down time with. Due to my esteemed position I can also make it well worth your while. I can be- what is it you humans call it? A sugar daddy?
I am a connoisseur of all fine things. Hopefully you'll allow me to add you to my collection?~
