#ৎ୭ ⨾ isaac.ᐟ

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⸻ 𝐸𝒳𝒞ℰ𝒫𝒯ℐ𝒪𝒩!

𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮ℐ𝒮 ⨾ isaac’s contempt for humans is unshakeable. though maybe, just maybe, you can convince him there are still a few good souls left— that you could be of the utmost value to him.

𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜ℐ𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 1k+ words of . . . ) isaac laforeze x fem!reader (black coded), canon divergent, set in the 15th century (1400s), nsfw/smut, porn with no plot whatsoever, unestablished relationship, hook-up, size difference, rough sex, mating press, gagging using a shirt, isaac is mean, explicit language, lowercase intended, not proofread, minors shoo!

𝑀𝒴 𝐿𝒪𝒱ℰ-𝒩𝒪𝒯ℰ! ⨾ this man has been growing on me, i cannot lie . . . he’s vengeful and cruel and that makes him sexy in my warped little mind >< to all the isaac fuckers, please enjoy! ❤︎

what the fuck is he doing? 

isaac has no clue. all he’s sure of is that right now, in this very moment, you lie beneath him. not in the way you’d imagine either, such as pinning you down and forcing that you accept defeat; but with clothes ridden and a gaze overtaken by lust. it isn’t only you that’s succumbed; it pains him to admit that he wants this too. 

to put it simply, the man’s bedding you— a malicious man who reserves compassion for no one, not even himself. isaac thought he had no appetite for these kinds of things. it’s much closer in his nature to pierce a forging dagger clean through one’s chest, send their spirit on a trip down to hell, and conjure up a better being out of them. he’s even considered turning you. but perhaps, he likes you just as you are. your devotion to him is admirable. he can tell that you love him— it’s terribly obvious, with how eager you are to please. as for whatever’s happening between you and himself, he isn't sure if he could even call it lovely.

it’s more of a rendezvous, as he’d like to put it. you’re there when he needs you to be, so sweet and forever pliant, and he takes full advantage of that. he isn’t fond of your kind, but you intrigue him, so he’ll give you a chance. if humans are good for anything, it can be to gratify him in the very least. 

you’re molded into the position that isaac has shaped you to take; at your back, legs coiling around his waist, with your dainty hands flailing in search of his firm biceps to grab onto. you like to think that you can handle the man, and you’ve surely slept with him quite enough times to accustom yourself. it’s just that tonight, he’s going so fast. he’s had a sour day, you bet. now he’s here at your chamber to take it out on you; not that you mind it. desperation coming from the likes of isaac laforeze is enough to get yourself off of. 

“mmph— forgemaster!” you whine out to him. he couldn’t care less.

“quiet.” isaac hushes you, bringing a large veined hand coming to press at your throat. he’s big, imposing, mean. you should hate him, considering that he likely, no, undoubtedly hates you . . . but his harsh pounding makes your brain melt away.

“don’t be a nuisance, just take me. it’s the only thing you can do right, after all.” 

he might be currently spitting venom your way, but you think he’s actually growing more of a liking to you. in truth, you might just have hopeful thinking (including an unhealthy attachment to the man.) before, isaac would only ever take you from behind so he didn’t have to see your ‘disgustingly shameless expressions,’ as he’d call them. he couldn't bring himself to bear witness to your glossy eyes. now, he’s got you laid on your back, so he can unleash the nastiest set of words straight into your face. 

apart from the bedroom, he isn’t necessarily rude. isaac speaks with poise, his accented tone forever calm. the forgemaster is nothing but well-mannered. yet, hatred still remains. you see it quite clearly— a fiery contempt that his eyes cannot hide. 

there’s a narrow bead of sweat that travels down the side of isaac’s face, his mahogany-red eyes focused on your core as he wrecks you, spearing you open time and time again. the man peers down at you with what you could only consider to be disdain, and such a look shouldn’t excite you so. it’s as if the wet squelch of your pussy is too vulgar, too loud for him. he’s ramming in with reckless abandon, and your cunt’s making a nasty mess all over his smooth, clean-shaven pelvis. 

he’s so fucking rough, uncaring of whether or not it hurts. his thighs are flexing along with his rugged thrusts, enveloping you within the security of his deep brown frame. between your body and his, you slip a hand down to rub at your neglected clit, since you know he isn’t about to go out of his way and do it for you.

you mewl with every jolt of his hips, and he’s had enough of the sound. isaac stops, takes hold of both your legs, presses them down to your chest, and keeps them there with his own weight. in this air-thinning position, he slips back into your heat. this time, with more control. his reign on you is stronger, and his thick cock is going so much deeper. 

“by god, just— fucking shut up.” his otherwise handsome face is twisted into a shadowed scowl. oh, how humans irritate him so. he prays that the lord can forgive him for his spiteful heart. “be good, just this once . . . don’t allow my patience to wear thin, woman.” 

not wanting to upset him further, you take your bunched-up top from your chest and bite into it, drooling over the fabric to keep yourself quiet. isaac almost chuckles. it’s simply air passing through his nose, but a laugh nonetheless. 

“you look better that way.” he grunts, bruising your soft-brown flesh with his grip, “when you’re being muzzled.”

you begin squeezing him rapidly, cunt fluttering in a way that tells him you’re closer than ever. you moan into the spit-riddled cloth and shut your eyes hard once you come all over him, leaving the both of you with sticky essence dripping down to your thighs. isaac’s climax soon nears, a lowly ‘fuck,’ escaping him. he pulls out instantly, allowing his cum drop onto your heaving tummy in hot spurts. the last thing he wants is to bring another poor soul to a world as cruel as this one. 

all is done, the highs pass, and your eyes meet. his own, colored similarly to the finest redwood, have softened just by a little. maybe you’ve fucked away some of his contempt. isaac brings a hand to his tattooed forehead, and wipes off his sweat with the back of it. 

“it’s reassuring to know that humans are useful for something.” 

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Headcanons with Isaac the forge master, 👀?

NSFW, fluffy, just anything you might want. 🥰

now i like this ask!!! it’s not often that i get to talk about my favorite forgemaster ❤︎

he is the most patient, giving man on planet earth, i believe. isaac is extremely slow to anger, and hardly anything upsets him. if you’re getting bratty or frustrated about anything, even if it’s towards him (which i highly doubt because this man is calm, respectful, just about perfect), he’ll simply calm your nerves with a thoughtful, delicate kiss. that’s how he solves every problem and gets his way with you lol. he takes advantage of it, but nobody’s complaining, right! his way of waking you in the morning when you’re tired and refuse to leave the bed? a kiss to your pouting lips. you’re convinced that his love works actually magic; perhaps even more than his hammer >.<

isaac is very adamant about your health, even if he doesn’t seem to care half as much for his own. he’s picking fresh berries to assort a fruit bowl just for you, and yes, he does expect you to finish it. he’s just incredibly caring and thoughtful when it comes to his lover, and he won’t hesitate to put you first at all times!

speaking of ‘putting you first’ . . . your pleasure matters most to him, especially in bed. he couldn’t care less whether or not he’s reached an orgasm of his own or not, all isaac wants is for you to let go, give into him, and get your fill. such a selfless man, i say! he’s eating you out, playing with your clit, and stroking into you just right; three of your climaxes ensue before he’s even halfway there, and he prefers it that way. you’re the priority, he believes. besides, between the both of you, isaac is sure you look much prettier when you cum, anyway.

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I’m thirsty for Isaac 🚶

and you should be, nonnie! he just has that effect on people. that man comes onto my screen, and i do too >.< his facial tattoos, that delicious accent, his poise & gentlemanliness . . . i literally wanna ride him so bad. he deserves it.

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I have a headcanon that Isaac likes giving love bites. He's usually so serious and respectful but sometimes he lets himself act mischievous. What do you think?

you’re onto something, nonnie! isaac can be very cheeky when he wants to be . . . sucking upon your flesh with teasing vigor until his lips release, leaving a blooming bruise of affection in its wake. the marks form to become this deep, rosy-purple; the perfect color to represent the passion and love he feels for you. the man’s collected, and he initially doesn’t seem like the marking type. isaac himself wouldn’t admit it, but maybe it’s a thing of possession— him wanting others to know that he entirely belongs to you; and that you offer the soft canvas of your body unto him.

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Don’t get me wrong I Love Alucard and Richter 😍

But my favorites were both Isaac and Hector the forgemasters they are just 😍😍

(Greetings from Turkey 🇹🇷)

although i love alucard endlessly, the forgemaster are truly something else! ❤︎ both of them are so handsome and gentlemanly, and their voices are smooth as silk . . . i want them to hammer me the way they do those night creatures, and i mean that! (especially isaac! only god knows how much i want that fine man)

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finally finished :) click here to read!

callin’ all the isaac fuckers!!!

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i know it’s been a while . . . but this fic is finally otw!

callin’ all the isaac fuckers!!!