Summary:The reality of your decision finally sets in.
Sunshine was peaking through your curtains, a sliver falling across your eyes like a reverse game of peek-a-boo. Not ready to face another mundane day, you turned around, pulling the blankets closer to you as you held in a sigh. Your mood was a strange mix of satisfaction at the fantasy and longing for your dream boy. Granted, he was the son of the devil, tied you down using magic, and knew basically every detail about you, but he was damn good. And the aftercare was absolutely breathtaking.
You didn't open your eyes, trying hard to go back to that world. Even if you would be stuck in this town for the rest of time unless you wanted this to be over, it would be insanely worth it.
“I know you're awake, darling.”
With your heart racing faster, your eyes shot open, mouth agape, as you tried to figure out how you ended up in this position.
“You’re real?”you asked slowly, part of you still refusing to believe it.
“I hope so. There’d be some explaining if I wasn't,”he said simply, a small grin of amusement at your confusion. It was almost subtle but still so almost sweet, dangerously charming. Apparently, he took the term devilish grin a little too literally.
Wow. You got dicked out so good you agreed to the deal of someone from hell. You were pretty sure this part was where whatever the woman version of post nut clarity came in.
But all you could think was how great he looked with his hair messy.
He took a seat on the bed beside you, hand trailing up and down your thigh. You stared into his deep blue eyes with almost admiration, captivated by him.
“Do you remember the rules?”he asked in a firm voice, gaze suddenly sharp.
“I have to be inside by sundown if I’m not with you or none of this will have been real,”you recited. The conversation seemed too vivid, as though it had just happened. While one night isn't a long time ago, it had been quite . . . busy. “I know you said no, but,”you trailed off. His expression didn't change despite the affectionate touch he was giving you, something that seemed rather contradictory.
“But what?”he asked far too innocently.
“There has to be a catch.”
“No catch. Although,”he practically taunted, still touching you, hand gradually going higher.
“Although, what?”you asked, trying not to react to it.
The world itself seemed to stop as he let his hand freeze on you, fingers lightly squeezing your inner thighs. His face seemed to darken as he looked at you, expression dead serious.
“I don't share. Ever. When I say you're mine, I mean it. I’m loyal to only you now. And I expect the same.”
“Sounds a bit possessive over a girl you just met,”you attempted to joke, a nervous small crossing your face as your heart sped up.
“Seems a bit crazy to spend your entire life with a one-night stand. But I ain't judging. Not one bit,”He said simply, placing a hand on your shoulder. Before you could ask what he was doing, he pushed you back, your head landing perfectly on the soft pillows. With unnatural ease, he climbed on top of you, pinning you down by your shoulders as he straddled you. He watched with an eerie satisfaction as your eyes widened. A sharp breath left you, something like a worried inhale and a gasp. “You understand your rules now, right?”he asked sternly, his hand under your chin to make you look at him.
“What happens if I act like I’m not yours? Does everything go back to normal again?”
“Of course not. I decide that punishment,”He said like it was obvious.
“And what is that punishment?”
He looked you up and down, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face. Before you could question it, he moved closer, forehead pressed against yours as he laid on top of you. You felt your cheeks warm as he held the side of your face in his palm, the tip of his nose brushing against yours as he stared at you with eyes full of secrets.
“Don't act like you're not mine, and we won't have to find out. Understood?”he whispered against your mouth.
“Understood,”you promised in a shaky voice.
“Good girl,”he smiled, his demeanor flipping in a fraction of a section. As if everything about this was normal, he pressed a small kiss to your cheek before getting off of you, standing right beside you, hand still on your shoulder. “Your stuff’s all hung up. You can get dressed for the day.”
“You unpacked my bags?”you asked, sitting up. Every affectionate action surprised you more and more. Not just because some of it should literally be impossible, though that didn't help. It was more so that this kind of softness wasn't something you thought possible. Every ‘kinky’ guy you ever met either only cared about how far you’d let him go and had no plans of actual love or was only into it in fantasies and found every idea of yours too far. Someone blindfolding and fucking you until your legs gave out only to make sure you had water and didn't have to do an obnoxious task the next day wasn't something you were expecting.
“Yeah. Something like that,”he shrugged, patting your knee as he walked past you, adjusting his sleeves as he headed down the hall, making sure to close the door on his way.
Swinging your legs over the bed, you stared at the perfectly clean floor beneath your feet. The black cotton nightgown you definitely hadn't brought from home seemed to adjust to fit your every move, as though it was made for you.
Standing up, you made your way across the room, eyes scanning it for something different. You weren't sure what exactly you were looking for, but it seemed to make sense that if you're in a universe where your life is infinite, there would be a same. Or maybe this is the same universe and only you changed. Or maybe you're only seeing what he wants you to see.
When you swung open the closet, you decided you could absolutely live with whatever this was. You recognized the clothes you brought, hung neatly on one side. Hanging next to them was every item from home that you actually wore, the things that collected dust finally weeded out. And best of all, on the other side, were clothes you had never seen in any store. Sundresses of all colors, sweatshirts made with your favorite fabric, and jeans cut just right with cute patterns were all waiting for you. The world was truly in your hands.
You couldn't help but notice a lack of clothes that would be his though. Just like how you noted he wasn't wearing an army green shirt and gray jeans yesterday.
Running your hands over the clothes like a child at a retail store, you stared in awe. Yeah. Being blindfolded was a magical experience so full of pleasure it was unreal. A closet filled with more pieces that you could ever imagine, unique pieces tailored just for you, was every girl's dream.
“Take your time, darling.”
You jumped at his voice, quickly snapping your head towards the bed behind you. Your heart stopped at the sight of him calmly sitting there, hands flat on the bed behind him.
Slowly, with almost dread, you turned to find the door as shut as when he left. Even if his footsteps actually were that quiet, the door would definitely have done something.
“I thought you left?”you came up with, looking back at him more closely, searching for anything off about him
“I can't get your authentic reaction if I’m peering over your shoulder.”
“You care that much?”
He didn't reply, his firm gaze answering for him. You couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh as you rubbed the arm, shivers running down your spine.
“Pick out something pretty for me,”he smirked, standing up, the bed creaking from the sudden lack of weight. You watched him walk out. Maybe for real this time, maybe not. Apparently, you’ll never be able to know.
Looking through everything, you examined almost each piece, finding yourself more and more in love. A sense of wonder filled your eyes, amazement at the situation that should be terrifying. Everything about this says ‘this is a trap! You should run!’
But if you run, you won't be able to wear a gorgeous white sundress with lace at the hem.
When you slipped it over your head, the garment fit perfectly on you. It hugged your hips perfectly, subtly showing off every curve. It was insanely soft, a blanket you could curl up in. When you went to run your hands down it, you found your fingers sliding inside two small holes in the side.
Pockets.
Holy shit, the dress has pockets!
You couldn't help but squeal as you twirled around, glowing with ecstasy. Your entire universe was perfect now. Absolutely perfect. If that meant that you’d sometimes get railed by a demon, that was just a plus.
Needing to calm your excitement, you took a breath as you put in a pair of white flats by the door. Not bothering to notice that yet again those weren't there yesterday, you opened the door. Just in case, you peeked your head out, looking for . . . something. You weren't sure to be honest. About much of this really.
There was nothing there though. Nothing but what you last saw.
As you walked out, a chill ran down your spine at each step. Your arms covered with goosebumps as your stomach churned with a quiet adrenaline. When you ignored all survival instincts, going to the second floor, it only intensified.
Everything about it was weird. Life around you seemed so normal. Birds sung soft songs outside, stairs still announced every other step, and his stare still made your knees wobble for a moment
“Well, don't you look dolled up?”he smiled, still leaning against the counter. Very slowly, he looked you up and down, taking in your silhouette under the white sundress as if he hadn't just left you convulsing a few hours ago.
“It’s just the dress,”you dismissed.
“It's just you,”he hummed, holding his hand out for you. When you accepted, he guided you out the door, grip firm but not harsh.
“It has pockets,”you remarked, not knowing how to react to the compliment.
“Of course it does. You like dresses with pockets,”he shrugged, leading you off the porch, down three wooden stairs that desperately needed a paint job. He seemed completely unbothered, too busy with his unwavering focus on making sure you were by his side.
“It’s more convenient than a purse.”
“You know that without ever using one?”
You couldn't help but stop, the reality hitting you all over again. As if knowing your every move before you did, he did the same, keeping your fingers locked together as he looked at you.
“I meant it when I said nothing bad would happen if you left,”he reassured you.
“No, no. I just . . . that might take me a minute to get used to. It's,”you trailed off.
“A lot. Trust me, darling. I know. Take all the time you need,”he promised, lightly squeezing your hand as if to pull you back into him, to make sure you would swoon again. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen when he stopped being a shiny new toy. How long until he stopped being irresistible?
“So where are we going?”
“Just around. You seemed a bit too occupied to explore last night,”he said casually, though his eyes flickered with mischief.
“Wouldn't that be something?”
“I’m pretty sure it was something.”
He gripped your hand a little harder, making sure you weren't going anywhere. You couldn't help but squeeze back, shoulders brushing together as you walked as close as possible.
“Every girl that loves dresses loves dresses with pockets. Real pockets that actually hold things,”you spoke. He simply nodded. Not that polite nod of having no choice but to listen. A genuine, caring nod, a true acknowledgement of your words. One that made his skin that was cold to the touch seem warm.
The sun felt kinder than it ever had, gently caressing instead of harsh and demanding. Strangely enough, it was like him. Someone, something even, that should be pure evil was so attentive for the sake of being sweet. As far as you know at least.
“You know, I figured someone like you would be more into degrading,”you absentmindedly remarked, unable to truly stop thinking about how you ended up waking up here.
“Nothing I have is something that's able to be degraded. If I want something, I’ll take my time finding the right one. That's that,”he said firmly.
“What makes me the right one?”
He didn't respond as you glanced at the damp grass, small white flowers scattered about. Consequently, you missed his small side smirk that was full of far too many secrets for you to have slept so comfortably.
“You're righteous, ain't you darling?”he asked slowly, lightly tracing your wrist with his thumb.
“I don't think I’m righteous. I try to be. Or at the very least good. But I don't think I reach it all the time. Or not as often as I should,”you admitted, looking over at him.
“You're doing fine,”he assured you.
Right. He would know. You have no idea how far that goes, if at all.
And so far, it doesn't seem like he's eager to tell you.
Summary:A relaxing getaway ends with you being railed by a stranger.
Dom Issac x Sub Reader, vaginal sex, blow job, magical bounds, magic blindfold, choking, biting, small praise kink
There's no way to sugarcoat it. Your life was dull. Every day was the same. You’d wake up at the same time, see the same people, do the same things, and live the same routine. It was unbearable really.
You needed a change. Something, anything.
Sure. Some people would go out or to the beach. Some people would pick up hobbies or meet new people.
You're always around people though. You couldn't handle many more. You needed to get away from absolutely everything. Just for a bit.
It seemed like fate when you saw it. The ad for a small house on a bayou. It was spacious and available for an entire month. There wasn't much information about it. The only thing you could find was that the house was in the middle of nowhere, and the town was as small as it could get.
It was perfect.
It was so right the second you entered. It was strangely cozy despite all the room. It just seemed made for you.
You’d like to stay there for a while and just exist.
You had to eat though. You had to have some kind of food, and with how impulsive of a decision this was, you didn't bother with much when you came here. That was fine though. The supermarket wasn’t too far away. It was also fully stocked and peacefully empty. There was almost dead silence, something you greatly appreciated.
Roaming the shelves, you found your first item. You were going to need milk for even the most basic things.
As you went to grab one by the handle, a hand suddenly wrapped around yours, making you snap your head up.
When you caught sight of him, it took everything in you not to mindlessly stare.
He was a pretty boy, his hair pushed out of his pale face, with the most subtle hint of pink that had to be from the sun. Something about his blue eyes held this darkness, secrets that you just had to find out. The small lopsided smile he gave you was dangerously charming, something you wouldn't mind seeing in a painting.
And as you went to quickly pull your hand away, you saw how veiny his were, almost leaving you drooling as you wondered exactly how good he was with them. They added to his undiable attractiveness, and they were long enough that they’d touch all the right spots. The question is, did he know how to use them? And if just his fingers are that big, the size of his dick-
Holding in a groan, you internally scolded yourself. It was like you never really stopped thinking of sex, even if it was for no reason at all. Pleasure was usually on the back of your mind, the thought of something inside of you having left you wet in your panties an embarrassing amount of times. It was like this dark void that would never truly be filled.
“Sorry. Didn't see ya’ there.”
And his accent was charming too. Everything about him was far too perfect to be human.
“It's fine,”you said quietly, keeping your eyes on his face while reminding your brain not to look at his crotch and wonder what he felt like. You’d never even find out so there's no point in trying.
“You lookin’ for somethin’?”
You desperately wanted him to keep talking as your mind flashed to random images of him and you in some less than appropriate poses. You had that happen before but never like this. Never this instantly. And never once had the guilt been so bad.
“No. I was just leaving,”you excused.
“Wait, I haven't seen ya’ around before. You're on that old house in the bayou, ain't you? That rental?”
“Yes. Just staying for a while,”you nodded.
“Alright. I’m not too far from there, you know? If you need anything, I’m pretty close by.”
“Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Whelp, see ya’ around then.”
“Yep. See you.”
If you needed anything? There was only one thing you needed now. Something you most likely wouldn't come close to having.
Letting out a huff, you walked out of the store empty handed. Without really looking, you stormed to your car that you parked at the end just for the sake of it. Unlocking the door, you took a breath as you got in, trying to ignore the wetness in your panties
Fuck, you were a mess. A damn mess.
The house was the same as when you left, including the lack of groceries. They were natural consequences, but you still couldn't help but think it was unfair. For some unknown reason, sex was constantly on your mind, driving you literally crazy. You were absolutely losing it. And now you couldn't help but wonder if the reception was good enough for you to watch porn.
You didn't really have time to find out.
Flopping on the couch, you instantly had your hand down your pants, sliding them in your underwear. Just as you were about to finally get yourself off, there was a knock on the door, making you groan as you grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. The world was just so against you all the time.
Still, like a somewhat normal human, you stood up, quickly opening it in hopes it was just a salesperson you could tell you didn't want anything from. Or maybe the owners who forget something.
You certainly weren't expecting the hot stranger from the store. Suddenly, you couldn't help but think you should have stopped before telling him where you were.
“Uh, hi?”
“My name's Issac,”he introduced, holding out his hand.
“I’m Y/N,”you greeted back, making sure not to use your more guilty hand.
“Ya’ know how I said you’d find me if you needed anythin’?”
“Kind of,”you got out, your legs wobbling for a moment as you seemed struck by him all over again.
“Can I come in?”
That's a terrible idea. You know absolutely nothing about him, you have almost no clue where you are, you're alone, and he hasn't even said why. He’s so all over the place he might just be on drugs.
Still, you found yourself saying yes. He gave you a polite smile as he stepped inside before closing the door behind him.
“Now that we know each other, may as well be honest,”he shrugged.
“Honest about what?”
“What do you want me to do to ya’?”
Your face flushed at the thoughts that rushed through you. The images of him on top of you, taking you, fucking you until you forgot your name. Things you shouldn't do to people you just met but that you wanted so, so badly.
“I’ll tell ya’ what I want then. I want you. I wanna fuck you so hard your legs give out. I wanna listen to you scream my name. I wanna make your head spin when I’m done with ya’. What do ya’ think ‘bout that?”
You stared at him, blinking once, then twice. That was just . . . wow. Granted, you wanted that. You wanted it really, really badly.
You just didn't expect to get it.
Completely out of touch with reality at this point, you grabbed his face, forcing his lips against yours. Groaning as he kissed back, he gripped your ass, squeezing. As you gasped he pushed you against the wall while sliding his tongue over your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting him slide his warm tongue inside, resting it on top of yours. When one of his hands traveled to your thighs, you jumped, wrapping your legs around him. Without disconnecting your lips, he held you as he carried you up the stairs, taking you to the bedroom. Almost as if he knew this place. Almost as he’d been here before.
This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea.
But you were already way too worked up to care.
Throwing you on the bed, he watched you strip, your clothes coming off faster than you could think. He quickly slid his off, dropping them to the floor before staring at you, his eyes traveling up and down your naked body. You didn't realize yet, too focused on the fact that you actually got to see how big he was.
And fuck, was he big. Thick, long, god you were going to be so sore.
“Still want me, darling?”
Darling. Something about that damn pet name was making you even wetter. Or maybe it's just who was saying it.
“Yes.”
He crawled on top of you, one of his hands spreading your legs as the other lightly wrapped around your neck, just holding it. He could feel you already dripping on his hand, making him smirk.
“I can just tell you're a kinky one,”he whispered against your lips.
“You don't seem much better.”
“Oh, this ain't about me.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the vague statement. Something he quickly made you forget as he asked what you wanted again.
“I didn't bring-”
“That's not what I asked.”
“Tie me down and blindfold me. Just choke me while you call me yours.”
“If that's what you want,”he grinned, this mysterious glint in his eyes. Before you had time to question it, he touched the top of your head before lightly dragging his fingers down it, his index and ring one closing your eyes. His hands went everywhere, down your chest, your stomach, your legs, leaving a strange tingling sensation that you already enjoyed.
As you tried to open your eyes to see if you could figure out what exactly made him so special, so magical at this, you found yourself staring at absolutely nothing. Not just the kind where you can see light when you close your eyes. There was nothing but darkness. And your body, it had grown stuck, your arms and legs spread, forced to stay there.
“I-Isaac? What?”you tried to ask.
“You said you wanted to be tied down,”he taunted.
“You just?”
“You can tell me to stop, you know? I’m not exactly everyone's dream catch.”
“What are you?”
“Save your questions until after. Just relax.”
“I don't know how-”
“Do you want this?”he cut you off, his hands on your shoulders.
“Yes.”
“Then, enjoy it.”
When you nodded, he slammed into you, making you cry out at his size. Pulling out, he then ruthlessly thrust back in, watching you gasp as your hands twitched, trying to grasp something. When you were still as good as tied up, he smirked before continuing, pulling out and pushing in, hands gripping your shoulders as he just enjoyed your wet pussy. You moaned as you adjusted to him, soft sounds leaving you as you threw your head back.
Finding the opportunity, while still fucking you he put a hand around your neck. When just the action made you grow wetter, you clenching around him as you were already about to break, he groaned as he lightly squeezed. You barely had the ability to say one word as your breath came out rigid and wheasy.
“You're mine. Nobody else's. Mine,”he grunted as he twitched inside of you. You couldn't help but moan louder as the pressure inside of you finally broke. Your eyes rolled back to your head as you let go, your body seeming to breathe a sigh of relief that what you had waited for so long was here.
Squeezing tighter, he cut off your oxygen before slamming into you again, making your legs shake. With a loud groan, he finished inside of you, filling you up. You couldn't help but notice his semon was almost unnaturally thick, sticking to your walls and thighs as a little bit spilled out of you.
He took his hand off your neck, something that brought back all your senses as you found yourself looking at him. You were breathing heavily as you stared into his lustful eyes, noticing how he seemed just as fine as before like he hadn't just left you trembling.
“Issac-fuck,”you were cut off as he sunk his teeth into your neck, harshly biting and leaving dark marks. His hands wrapped around your wrists, squeezing them while his thumb traced over your palm.
You cursed again as he bit harder before pressing his mouth against yours. You let yourself moan as he trailed his hands down your arms, giving you another tingling sensation. As you shuddered and wiggled your now free arms, he pulled away.
“I want my cum in your mouth.”
His voice was so casual, almost deadpan. The request was so straightforward, so simple. You couldn't say you had ever experienced anyone like that before. Then again, you hadn't actually experienced much people at all. Your fantasies usually remained just that. Fantasies.
Not this one though. Not him.
“What?”you asked, blinking in surprise.
“I want to watch my cum fall on your lips when you think you can swallow all of it,”he said with that charming yet devilish grin.
“But I can,”you argued. Sure. His cum was thick, but you were also sure it wouldn't be too much to swallow.
“Find out then,”he dared.
Every logical part of you still knew this was a really bad idea. That this was a stupid thing to be doing.
But you were both already here and he was satisfying your every need. The downsides and consequences could be worried about later.
He grabbed your chest before slowly trailing his hands down your stomach, taunting you. You desperately tried to move your legs, but the most you got was your back pathetically lifting off the bed. Of course, he paid absolutely no attention to it.
His hands covered your dripping cunt, his palm purposely brushing against your clit, making you gasp. He smirked at the small sound before running his hands down your legs, giving them use again.
“Do ya’ wanna find out, pretty thing?”he whispered, biting his lip as he looked you up and down. When you nodded, he stood, watching you sit up. Your head spun in confusion at the feeling that basically a stranger brought. Not that it stopped you of course.
Getting on your knees, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, starting to slowly pump. He seemed almost calm as he stared at you, waiting like this was some sort of game. And maybe it was to him. Hell, you didn't even know what it was to you. Just that it was very, very enjoyable.
Still looking at him, you licked his tip before pursing your lips around it, your tongue swirling along it. He let out a quiet and deep grunt but didn't make any move to stop the teasing.
Taking him deeper, you were barely able to fit him more than halfway in your mouth before he hit the back of your throat. You couldn't help but gag as he filled up basically every inch of your mouth, barely leaving room for your tongue that was trailing alongside him.
His hands suddenly reached for your hair, lightly pulling at it. You just bobbed your head, sucking and moaning around him. He let out more quiet yet quick breaths as he threw his head back, his hips thrusting into your mouth. You pumped what couldn't fit, doing your best to touch all of him, when he pulled your hair into a ponytail, forcing your face into him as he twitched inside your mouth. Your eyes filled with tears as your jaw tensed and gradually started to ache.
Groaning your name, he held you there as he finished, his salty seamen filling your mouth and indeed dripping past it despite his dick not having left. You did your best to swallow as it stuck to your cheeks. He waited another moment before pulling out.
You rubbed your jaw as you closed your mouth, making a face of displeasure. Taking his hands from your hair, he grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.
“Here, darling. Let me help,”he smiled, cupping your cheeks as he brushed his lips against yours, lightly kissing you. You wrapped your arms around him as you kissed back, your tongue sliding along his bottom lip. He denied entrance, choosing to pull away instead.
That might have gotten on your nerves.
If the kiss didn't make your face feel completely fine.
“Better?”
“You're . . . fuck, I need you,”you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and desperately kissing him. He was much rougher, as though he wanted to see hickeys on your mouth. He slid his hands down your back before gripping your ass, lightly squeezing. You let out a small moan as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Holding you tighter, he placed you back on the bed in almost the same position, before thrusting into you. You felt hypnotized as he stood while effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you. No meal could ever fill your stomach like this, could ever give anything inside of you such a satisfying feeling.
Throwing your head back, your back arched as you bit your lip. Your body was dripping in sweat as your eyes were barely half open. You were an absolute mess, falling apart at the unholy touches he gave you.
“Close,”you breathed out, clenching around him. He grunted as he twitched inside of you, obviously feeling the same. “I-Isaac-”
“Then cum, darling. Ya’ know how to do it,”he taunted, grabbing your jaw to make you look at him. Your mouth fell open as your eyes shut, your face twisting in delight as you finished. Letting go of you, he quickly slammed into you again, sending a final wave of pleasure up your spine as he came.
You stayed there, needing a moment to recover.
He pulled out of you before grabbing your hips, adjusting you on the bed. You propped your elbows behind you as you awkwardly sat up, watching him open a drawer that was empty.
Or it was the last time you opened it.
He pulled a plain white shirt and black panties out. You grimaced at the unknown origin of the undergarments. When he turned around and saw, he simply reassured you they were brand new.
“How do you know that?”you asked slowly, gradually gaining an ability to think without your head instead of your pussy.
“Just do,”he said like that was any kind of answer. Still, you laid your legs flat, spreading your ankles so he could slide them on. There was no tingling this time as he pulled them up to your thighs. Just this natural sense of wonder of what kind of person, if he even was one, could he be.
You lifted yourself off the bed before he could help, letting him slide them up. He made sure they fit right around your hips, trailing his finger alone the hem, before being assured they did.
“I’ve got-”
“Arms up.”
You did as he said again, managing to lift your sore arms. He adjusted the sleeves past your hands, harshly grabbing your wrists for a moment, making you gasp as you squirmed. He couldn't help but smirk as he let go, pulling it down to your stomach. Brushing his hand over your chest, he got the wrinkles out. Still, he gave away his true intentions as he groped your breasts, his thumbs tracing over your clothed nipples. You whimpered and threw your head back, making him smile as he pulled away.
“Issac-”
“Good job, darlin’. You took me so well,”he praised, running a hand through your hair, tilting your head up, and kissing your temple. You closed your eyes, taking in his soft lips, until he pulled away, leaving you staring at him in awe. Walking around the bed, he picked up something from the once empty nightstand. You looked at him, watching as he handed you a cup of water.
“Here. Not too much ice,”he said, flashing that devilish smile.
“How’d you know?”
“I know a lot of things.”
“You just know and do a lot of things.”
“All for you.”
You couldn't tell if he was being serious. Maybe this was just his thanks for you letting him fuck you senseless. Maybe this was his usual aftercare after blowing a girl's back out. Maybe this was just him.
“I gotta say, I couldn't have had a better first time,”he remarked, once again seeming to read your mind. You remained silent, taking a sip from your glass, making you realize how thirsty you actually were. Bringing it back to your lips, you greedily chugged it, not even bothering to breathe as you hydrated yourself. Only when you ran out did you put it down, looking at him again as he slipped his boxers on, covering himself.
“You're hungry,”he stated as he met your eyes. There wasn't a question about it. You don't fuck until the sun goes down and then feel full as can be. The energy that took, no matter how great it felt, was exhausting.
“I didn't buy anything yet,”you admitted.
“Who said anything ‘bout that?”
“You have to have food to cook a meal,”you pointed out.
“It's already done.”
“It can't be.”
“Sure it can. Wanna see?”
Your curiosity was growing by the second.
Your ability to walk was not.
“I’ve got ya’, darling,”he seemed to read your mind, sweeping you off your feet, into his arms. You unconsciously wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him as he walked out of the room and down the stairs, his balance absolutely perfect despite your face being buried in his neck. Everything about him seems perfect.
Maybe it is.
He didn't struggle once, didn't stop to take any breaths, as he brought you to your kitchen. There, sitting on the table, was an entire dinner. Not just any dinner though. Your favorite one.
Pulling out a chair with one hand, he gripped your ass before sliding you into it, sitting you in front of the plate. You pulled yourself forward before he could, already biting into your meal. He stood over you, his veiny hand on your shoulder, as you did. He watched your face light up as you made a sound similar to one you just did, making him chuckle as he sat beside you. You were too consumed in your meal to notice, taking another bite with no questions asked. Putting his hands under his chin, he stared at the clock, waiting patiently until you finished your plate, finally filling you up in a different way. Your eyes widened as you realized how quickly it was gone before you sheepishly looked at him, wiping your mouth.
“So you have questions,”he said simply, seeming to gaze right into your soul. He essentially snapped you back into reality as you remembered why you were eating in the first place.
“I don't know where to start,”you realized.
“Well, what’d you think is important?”
“When I couldn't move, what was that?”
“Just a little bit of magic,”he said so casually you wanted to laugh. Magic? It was so simple but so unbelievable. All of it was unbelievable. It was unreal.
“How do you know so much about me?”
“Ask the question ya’ really want to ask,”he pushed, leaning forward in his seat.
“What are you?”you finally breathed out.
The room felt colder the second the words left your mouth, goosebumps traveling up your arms. Shivering, you rubbed your hands together while looking at him to see him completely unaffected.
Just as quickly as it was there, it wasn't.
“You’ve heard about the son of God, haven't you?”he whispered.
“We all have.”
“Have you ever wondered if the devil had one?”
“I . . . no. I can't,”you denied, your heart racing faster.
“Ya’ can't what, darling?”
“You’re beautiful. Charming. You can't be,”you trailed off, not even able to say the words.
“Can't be from hell? Or do you just not think you’d ever let anything from there so deep inside of you?”
“Why would you be here?”you tried to reason. Grinning at your question, he seemed to have been waiting for it. Like he knew everything you would ask before you did. At this point, that would be the least shocking thing to happen.
“You're a sinner.”
“But I thought everyone was?”
“Yes. But you're just one. You're impure lust. And you know it.”
“There are worse things to be,”you defended.
“Oh, of course. But yours is so bad you just let someone you met a few hours ago with magic fuck you. That's not something most people do.”
“I couldn't help it.”
“I’m not saying it's a bad thing. I certainly enjoyed it,”he promised, looking you up and down, making you bite your lip as you averted your gaze to the window. By now, it was pitch black outside. Even shadows would hide in the darkness.
“I enjoyed it too,”you whispered.
“I know. Which is why we have the important part of this now,”he said, his tone suddenly serious.
“Important part?”you echoed, looking back at him. Grabbing two candles from the center of the table, he pressed his fingers to one of the wicks. Before you could question it, a small flame was at the end. Staring at him in awe again, you watched his veiny hands as he did the same to the other one.
“You can stay here forever, exactly as you are. Nobody will question why you're gone, because they won't even know who you are. I’ll stay this exact way too, never changing but always near you. Anything you want will be there in the blink of an eye. I’ll be here. And when I’m gone for a few hours on your end, you’ll be just fine. Because I’ll be back before you know it. Nothing bad will come to you. Ever.”
You looked at the other flame, curiosity growing.
“Or you can wake up in your bed. This will have been a dream. And you’ll know it’s a dream because when you look this place up, it won't exist. I won't exist.”
“Can I think about this?”you requested, still trying to get over the whole sleeping with the son of Satan thing.
“You only have as long as my cum’s in you. Not my rule but still a rule.”
“What the hell kind of rule is that?”
“I don't think it's a great one either. I’m just the messenger here.”
“Yeah. And a demon.”
“Does that bother you?”
You stared between the two flames. They were identical, moving in the exact same way as the other. The white wax was unphased, as though it had done this before. And maybe it has. Maybe this was all something you should run from.
You could barely even walk though, much less run.
And he was certainly hard to want to run from.
“I was always advised against making deals with the devil. Make the wrong choice and your soul is gone.”
“There's nothing to take if you're here forever. And let's face it. We all know what the right one is supposed to be. The question is what do you want, Y/N? What do you want in life?”
You were suddenly aware of him dripping down your thighs, soaking your panties. He was more than inside of you, having filled you to the brim partly for this reason, partly because it was fun, and partly because white was definitely your color.
“What's the catch? Of staying here?”
“Unless I’m with you, you have to be in the house by sundown. If you don't, it’ll be like this was never real.”
“If I leave in the day, will there be any obstacle to getting back?”
“Just time itself.”
“And I’m just supposed to believe you?”
“You don't have to stay if you don't trust me. You just have to decide. A little quicker too. Your time is running out.”
Leaning forward, you looked between the two fates, each tempting in their own ways.
One of them had him though. One of them, if you were being honest, gave you everything you could ever want.
“I want to stay,”you answered.
“Go on then. Blow. You're real good at that,”he smirked, handing the candle to you.
Counting to three, you closed your eyes before doing so, waiting for something to happen. For this to have been some kind of test or the floor to split open or something insane.
There was nothing insane. Nothing more insane than him at least.
“That's it then?”you checked.
“That's it. You're my pretty girl now,”he grinned, grabbing your hand. When you accepted, he had your back on the table, plates pushed to the ground, making you yelp.
“I want to fuck you again,”he growled, his hands around your panties.
“Then, do it.”
Tearing them off so quickly the fabric ripped, he spread your legs before slamming into you, making you moan. Grunting, he grabbed your wrists, pinning your hands beside your head, his thrusts harsh and desperate. So deep. So good you could barely see.
“I-Isaac. Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh fuck,”you moaned, throwing your head back.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good. So fucking tight. So wet,”he groaned, pressing his chest against yours as you clenched around him, making him grow louder.
“I-Issac. Gonna-I’m gonna,”you tried to say, closing your eyes as you couldn't help but squirm. Letting go of your wrists, he found your hands, locking your fingers together before frantically smashing his mouth against yours, making a sound as he twitched inside of you. Whimpering, you gripped his hand harder, squeezing so hard he found himself biting your lip. When you got louder, back arching into him, he bit the top of your breast, causing tears to spring to your eyes. Biting harder, he left more marks as he twitched inside of you, groaning as you tightened around him. Grabbing your thighs, he spread your legs to watch you take his long throbbing cock. You got louder and louder, screaming his name as you broke, juices spilling down your thighs. Breathing out your name, he pulled out only to harshly shove himself back inside, cumming in your cunt.
You could barely move, this time because of pure exhaustion. Looking up, he watched you force your eyes open, meeting his.
“Good job, darlin’. Good job.”
With just those words, all doubts about this being the wrong choice left your mind.
hi austrix!! i also love chubby men :p. requesting isaacwhy fluff/pda pleaseeeee🙃🫂
Of course! Thank you so much for being my first request, i really appreciate it!! And so sorry this took so long i finished this then deleted the whole thing by accident :v
How i think issac is with pda! XP
-this is my first time writing so sorry if its not the best. No nsfw mainly fluff. Gn! Reader.
☆- when you and issac first started dating he wasnt sure how you felt about it so he never really showed any PDA
☆- but one day you randomly brought the topic up with him and it came out that youd actually really like it
☆- this information made him so happy so from that point forward he showed some form of pda, whether it be simply holding hands at the wall or having his hand in the back pocket of your jeans to let anyone passing know your his
☆- it didnt matter if you where at a mall or with the other guys. He didnt care.
☆- the guys somtimes give him shit about it but he wastes no time sassing back at them
Nick: god issac your suffocating them
Issac: at least i have s/o
Nick:😧
☆- definitely a hand on your thigh kinda guy. Especially if hes driving or even if you guys are just sitting anywhere
☆- having a hand or two on you makes him feel secure. Hes still in shock that you guys are dating so he just cant get enough of you.
☆- now hes not the type to make out with you at a public park, but he loves to wrap an arm around your waist.
☆- if he can tell your uncomfortable or dont like the place your at he with pull you closer to him with a arm wrapped around your shoulder as you have a arm around his back.
Guys im backkkk here is some Issac fluff blurb for your troubles
Issac rolled his eyes as the metal pipe sound effect played in his headset for the hundredth time it seemed, he didnt know why he kept agreeing to do these stupid challenges. As he leaned back in his chair wondering how much winning this really meant to him he met eyes with you. When you heard that your boyfriend was doing a Last To Leave VC challenge you knew that you had to watch his descent into madness so you came over to stay at his house during the challenge. You grabbed some of the plushies you left at his house from the last time you stayed over, making yourself comfortable on the floor next to him. You scrolled through TikTok, occasionally showing him things you saw and quietly giggling at the other boys' quips and insanity. TikTok could only keep you entertained for so long and you couldn't talk to Issac since he was making the video so eventually you dozed off, leading to the current citation. Issac smiled as he looked at you sprawled over the floor loosely holding a shark-push. He turns back to his mic “Sorry guys I need to do something real quick” Pushing himself out of his chair he picks you up softly and moves you to the sofa across from his setup. Smiling at your sleeping self again he returned to his chair only to be greeted with the sound of a metal pipe, again.
Issac is definitely the most bottom-top out there. JUST IMAGINE. Sweet missionary sex with him, gentle thrusts slowly get more jerky and rough as he gets closer. His head falls to your shoulder with just little whimpers of “mm doing so good for me.” UGHHH. Alternatively, you ride him while he gets all needy and grips your hips moving you to meet his thrusts, and every time you jump up and down on his dick with force he whimpers and lets out little gasps.
I will write a full piece later but just take this as a gift for now.
Dating Hc’s For Issac From, “A House On The Bayou”
Summary: Headcanons for Issac From "A House On The Bayou" If you two were dating
Characters: Issac From "A House On The Bayou"
Warnings: Cussing
Genre: Fluff, Romantic
Reader: Male! Reader
Tags: @temporaryselfshippingblogname
Song: Religion- Lana Del Rey
REQUEST ARE OPEN!
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Whenever you two are cuddled up together and he's on your chest, he feels safe and a sense of comfort
Especially when you comb through his hair with your hands, he loves when you twirl the ends too
He gets you tiny trinkets once in a while, which is every week
For example, dried flowers, small pieces of jewels of your favorite color, rocks that remind you of him because of the shape: a heart shaped rock, stuff like that
He appreciates it when you have a safe little box for them, it makes him feel like you really care about them, even for them having little to no meaning
But you make them feel like they do for him
He needs constant reassurance
Like a bunch
A habit he does when you two are holding hands, is him flipping your hand and laying it into his other palm as he carefully traces the lines and creases on your hand
He marks you with hickeys, he's a man who wants people to know your taken, he wants people to know your taken, he usually places them where people care see them so they know your taken
He just loves you so much, so please don't hurt him
If you ever have an injury, he’ll be make sure to take care of it as soon as possible
He wants you to be as good in shape as you could, and keep you healthy so he doesn’t loose you
He likes giving ‘good morning’ kisses to you, especially when your still sleeping
He likes teasing a lot, especially when your shorter than him
He thinks it’s cute of you
He loves you dearly, and couldn’t imagine if anything bad were to happen to you
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Notes: Thank you so much for requesting this, it was a great exercise for me and I really hope you enjoyed it. This was my first Male! Reader headcanons with any character so I hope it was good. Have a great morning/afternoon/night!
Summary: Dating Hc’s For Issac From, “A House On The Bayou”
Characters: Issac From, “A House On The Bayou”
Warnings: Minor Cussing, SFW
Genre: Fluff, Romance
Reader: Fem! Reader
REQUEST ARE OPEN!!
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This man OMLLLLL
He loves you so much okay, so treat him well
He treats you like a flower, delicate and can tear at any second
He has the feeling of needing to protect you, like it’s his duty to
He gives you his hoodies and flannels to wear or cuddle in when he’s not there
Whenever he’s in your room a lot it starts smelling like him, and he loves it, including u :)
Every single day, he will get you a fresh bouquet of flowers
Every single day, — marsh marigolds, water hyacinth, hibiscuses, and sweet bay magnolias
Loves brushing your hair for you
And speaking of that, when you two take showers/baths together he loves taking care of everything for you, shampooing and conditioning your hair, washing your body, drying you off, and after your done changing he likes to brush out your hair, and tell you how much he appreciates you
After him having a ruff day, he’ll immediately come to you, pick you up, throw you on your guy’s shared bed, and lay on you, he just wants to spend time alone with you, he just wants to wrap his arms around your waist, and lay on your chest, and wants to hear your heartbeat, it calms him down a lot
Loves when you brush through his hair, it makes him feel safe
He’s given you stuffed animals with cameras in them, you already know, but at night when he’s not at your house, you love giving him a show as you cry out his name late at night
Loves laying between your thighs, they just feel so warm and squishy to him
Loves when you give him butterfly kisses and when your lipstick stains his cheeks, and leaves you with smugged lipstick
He’s sooo so so scared to makeout with you, like he’s nervous but at the same time turned on by the thought of it
He likes giving you hickeys, he wants to make sure everyone who sees them knows that you’re taken
Loves when your just in your panties and one of his shirts
He just adores you so much, he feels like your a goddess
He’s honestly such a sweet boy to you :(
Has to always have a body part of his touching you, either you two are laying in bed and your legs are intwined together, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, he just has to feel you and your presence to know that your safe <3
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Notes: Sorry that it was so short! I tried my best, but atleast I delivered, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great morning/afternoon/night! :)
There is this fic where reader is getting abused just like issac and they start meeting up at a bench and she shares her Medicine with him and when issac starts hanging out with Scott he kinda forgets about her but one day she walks up to Him and gives him the medication then he walks to the park and talks to her and i think they get together after that. Does anyone know what it is
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