𓏵 𝙿𝙴𝙿𝚂𝙸𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃 𓏵

CW. Isaac literally fucks Reader's rotten, sunken eye socket. Like his dick is in it...he cums in it...so once again, don't read this if you don't want to read it. No one is forcing you. You have been warned plenty!

“Oh fucking hell!” Isaac swats his hands through his hair, endless curses bursting from his mouth as he paces the room.

This was not going as planned. Just another thing…very, very far from how he’d imagined it.

He hadn’t gotten to save his sister. His own extremity of a hand betrayed him, choosing his enemy. And worst of all…even after somehow surviving that…he couldn’t bring back you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how smart he was…there’s just no loophole.

He wishes he had carved your heart out of your chest back in the day. The very inconvenience that ended up being his path back to life.

“Well, dove…” he whispers under a heavy sigh. His fake metal fingers drifting through various papers sprawled across his desk.

“This is impossible…you’re truly a lucky woman that I’ve never let an equation get the best of my frustrations…” he continued to talk to him while rushing over to his chalkboard, double checking all his work—like there would suddenly be an answer to just pop out. But there’s not. And he knows after so many years, he’s only regressed the progress he’s made with reviving your corpse.

“We only have one option.”

He turns back around. Your pile of rot and bones staring at him with naive cluelessness. You have no idea what he’s saying. He’s not even sure you know who you are…but you’re still…you.

Kinda.

Your beautiful eyes stare back at him now as just an eye—the other a sunken socket of mangled flesh. Your skin is no longer soft and supple. It’s…wet—gooey. He wishes he could caress you like he used to. He wishes he could do a lot of things to you like he did back before all this nonsense happened.

“A time machine. That is my next task. I’ve gotten close before, the only thing lacking well…worry for you and my sister, but how could altering either of your fates make it any worse at this point?”

He licks over his lips, his shoulder tingling as he feels your breath echo from behind him.

It reminds him of good times. Those times—the times he’d cradle your head in the crook of his shoulder while absolutely ravishing you. He’d feel the whisper of your quiet squeaks of pleasure. How you’d get more choked up on those cute little moans the harder he fucked into your tight pussy.

And god. He’s thought about it. Fuck—he’s tried it. He’s fucked a corpse—your corpse. Well, he tried. But the sweet haven that once was between your legs seemed to be the first thing targeted by bugs from beneath the ground.

He couldn’t blame them. You did taste delicious.

But as his cock throbs beneath his jeans and labcoat…he understands he won’t get any relief with you for a very long time. And that…that just won’t do, no. He needs you in order to think properly.

“Oh, look at you…so…rotten, yet still divine.”

He pushes your body down to the floor, your knees squishing like slime against the tower concrete.

His hand cradles your jaw. He looks into your beautiful eye—worshipping the one way he truly recognizes this rot as you.

Pushing a finger into your mouth experimentally, he scrunches his face with displeasure. He was never were particularly fond of his dick in your mouth. He claimed it wasn’t intimate enough. Food went in your mouth…just about anything went into your mouth if you really thought about it—medicine, thermometers, toothbrushes…too much for him to feel special.

And that disgustingly selfish, possessive itch was never satisfied with something so…simple.

But as his eyes trail up to your sunken eye socket, he gets an idea.

An awful, disturbing, exciting idea…

Which is why just a short few minutes after he’s cradled your jaw hungrily, he uses what little hum of his ability he’s been able to direct in the metal joints of his new appendage, holding your mouth safely shut as he divulges is his hungers unapologetically.

And god, it feels good.

For Issac, it emulates that sweet sensation of your warm, pliable pussy walls that would clamp around him so sweetly. It also gives him a thrill of a rush—fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before…not has anyone ever dared to ever before, probably.

So he slides his cock in and out of the squelching beaten socket. His gaze flickering from the filthy way he can feel the head of his dick plunging against your brain, and also to your most recognizable feature just inches away from the beauty of it all. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eye.

All the damaged with be reversed when he finishes up a Time Machine. And it can’t be that hard. If he’d gotten dangerously close while being a naive little boy too scared to fully commit to the project, he’d surely get it done in no time.

But god, did he even want to?

No, yes. He definitely wanted to. He could go back in time—change your heart for a one like his without you even knowing possibly. Change as little as possible but just enough to make his new life meaningful.

He’d given up on franciouse. She was long gone by the time he’s been resurrected. Trying to save her would alter too much. And, selfishly, he wanted a world where all he had to worry about was you and him.

“Oh g-god,” he quivers his movements getting more…more—his his snapping violently to chase that gooey feeling that creeps up on him, making everything feel fuzzy in the way he’s been craving for so. Damn. Long.

And the weird part is—you don’t even know who you are, you have no way of fully understanding what’s going on—but you push yourself forward…forcing more of his length to sink into your skull.

Because it feels good.

And all you run on is instinct.

Isaac irrationally fucks his stiff cock back and forth, his face twisting with an intense pleasure as you let out some sort of soft sigh.

He can tell it feels good for you. And that makes his entire body jolt with a newfound desperation.

He’s literally fucking your brains out.

“Oh—oh-oh! Oh god…so close, I’m go—gonna—mmmmpfh!”

The growl he lets out is deep. It vibrates in his chest the same time he feels the rush of his orgasm crash and spill through him.

He sees his load ooze out of your eye socket. And the sight makes his balls squeeze one last time, milking him for everything he has and more.

“Oh, dove…” he husks, utterly breathless. “I promise to bring you back in the right way, but—but we must do this at least once more before then.”

You sag onto him. Almost yearning for the way his long girth was itching the inside of your skull just mere moments ago.

“I truly don’t think I’ve experienced a greater pleasure than truly fucking your brains out.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And also thank you to my wifie's who sent this disgustingly lovely request lol. Any interaction is deeply appritiated <3

Probably will cross post this on my AO3 too! Same user! My friend @rainyyy-weather just doesn’t have an AO3 (criminal, I know.)

CW. Isaac literally fucks Reader's rotten, sunken eye socket. Like his dick is in it...he cums in it...so once again, don't read this if you don't want to read it. No one is forcing you. You have been warned plenty!

“Oh fucking hell!” Isaac swats his hands through his hair, endless curses bursting from his mouth as he paces the room.

This was not going as planned. Just another thing…very, very far from how he’d imagined it.

He hadn’t gotten to save his sister. His own extremity of a hand betrayed him, choosing his enemy. And worst of all…even after somehow surviving that…he couldn’t bring back you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how smart he was…there’s just no loophole.

He wishes he had carved your heart out of your chest back in the day. The very inconvenience that ended up being his path back to life.

“Well, dove…” he whispers under a heavy sigh. His fake metal fingers drifting through various papers sprawled across his desk.

“This is impossible…you’re truly a lucky woman that I’ve never let an equation get the best of my frustrations…” he continued to talk to him while rushing over to his chalkboard, double checking all his work—like there would suddenly be an answer to just pop out. But there’s not. And he knows after so many years, he’s only regressed the progress he’s made with reviving your corpse.

“We only have one option.”

He turns back around. Your pile of rot and bones staring at him with naive cluelessness. You have no idea what he’s saying. He’s not even sure you know who you are…but you’re still…you.

Kinda.

Your beautiful eyes stare back at him now as just an eye—the other a sunken socket of mangled flesh. Your skin is no longer soft and supple. It’s…wet—gooey. He wishes he could caress you like he used to. He wishes he could do a lot of things to you like he did back before all this nonsense happened.

“A time machine. That is my next task. I’ve gotten close before, the only thing lacking well…worry for you and my sister, but how could altering either of your fates make it any worse at this point?”

He licks over his lips, his shoulder tingling as he feels your breath echo from behind him.

It reminds him of good times. Those times—the times he’d cradle your head in the crook of his shoulder while absolutely ravishing you. He’d feel the whisper of your quiet squeaks of pleasure. How you’d get more choked up on those cute little moans the harder he fucked into your tight pussy.

And god. He’s thought about it. Fuck—he’s tried it. He’s fucked a corpse—your corpse. Well, he tried. But the sweet haven that once was between your legs seemed to be the first thing targeted by bugs from beneath the ground.

He couldn’t blame them. You did taste delicious.

But as his cock throbs beneath his jeans and labcoat…he understands he won’t get any relief with you for a very long time. And that…that just won’t do, no. He needs you in order to think properly.

“Oh, look at you…so…rotten, yet still divine.”

He pushes your body down to the floor, your knees squishing like slime against the tower concrete.

His hand cradles your jaw. He looks into your beautiful eye—worshipping the one way he truly recognizes this rot as you.

Pushing a finger into your mouth experimentally, he scrunches his face with displeasure. He was never were particularly fond of his dick in your mouth. He claimed it wasn’t intimate enough. Food went in your mouth…just about anything went into your mouth if you really thought about it—medicine, thermometers, toothbrushes…too much for him to feel special.

And that disgustingly selfish, possessive itch was never satisfied with something so…simple.

But as his eyes trail up to your sunken eye socket, he gets an idea.

An awful, disturbing, exciting idea…

Which is why just a short few minutes after he’s cradled your jaw hungrily, he uses what little hum of his ability he’s been able to direct in the metal joints of his new appendage, holding your mouth safely shut as he divulges is his hungers unapologetically.

And god, it feels good.

For Issac, it emulates that sweet sensation of your warm, pliable pussy walls that would clamp around him so sweetly. It also gives him a thrill of a rush—fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before…not has anyone ever dared to ever before, probably.

So he slides his cock in and out of the squelching beaten socket. His gaze flickering from the filthy way he can feel the head of his dick plunging against your brain, and also to your most recognizable feature just inches away from the beauty of it all. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eye.

All the damaged with be reversed when he finishes up a Time Machine. And it can’t be that hard. If he’d gotten dangerously close while being a naive little boy too scared to fully commit to the project, he’d surely get it done in no time.

But god, did he even want to?

No, yes. He definitely wanted to. He could go back in time—change your heart for a one like his without you even knowing possibly. Change as little as possible but just enough to make his new life meaningful.

He’d given up on franciouse. She was long gone by the time he’s been resurrected. Trying to save her would alter too much. And, selfishly, he wanted a world where all he had to worry about was you and him.

“Oh g-god,” he quivers his movements getting more…more—his his snapping violently to chase that gooey feeling that creeps up on him, making everything feel fuzzy in the way he’s been craving for so. Damn. Long.

And the weird part is—you don’t even know who you are, you have no way of fully understanding what’s going on—but you push yourself forward…forcing more of his length to sink into your skull.

Because it feels good.

And all you run on is instinct.

Isaac irrationally fucks his stiff cock back and forth, his face twisting with an intense pleasure as you let out some sort of soft sigh.

He can tell it feels good for you. And that makes his entire body jolt with a newfound desperation.

He’s literally fucking your brains out.

“Oh—oh-oh! Oh god…so close, I’m go—gonna—mmmmpfh!”

The growl he lets out is deep. It vibrates in his chest the same time he feels the rush of his orgasm crash and spill through him.

He sees his load ooze out of your eye socket. And the sight makes his balls squeeze one last time, milking him for everything he has and more.

“Oh, dove…” he husks, utterly breathless. “I promise to bring you back in the right way, but—but we must do this at least once more before then.”

You sag onto him. Almost yearning for the way his long girth was itching the inside of your skull just mere moments ago.

“I truly don’t think I’ve experienced a greater pleasure than truly fucking your brains out.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And also thank you to my wifie's who sent this disgustingly lovely request lol. Any interaction is deeply appritiated <3

Probably will cross post this on my AO3 too! Same user! My friend @rainyyy-weather just doesn’t have an AO3 (criminal, I know.)

CW. Isaac literally fucks Reader's rotten, sunken eye socket. Like his dick is in it...he cums in it...so once again, don't read this if you don't want to read it. No one is forcing you. You have been warned plenty!

“Oh fucking hell!” Isaac swats his hands through his hair, endless curses bursting from his mouth as he paces the room.

This was not going as planned. Just another thing…very, very far from how he’d imagined it.

He hadn’t gotten to save his sister. His own extremity of a hand betrayed him, choosing his enemy. And worst of all…even after somehow surviving that…he couldn’t bring back you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how smart he was…there’s just no loophole.

He wishes he had carved your heart out of your chest back in the day. The very inconvenience that ended up being his path back to life.

“Well, dove…” he whispers under a heavy sigh. His fake metal fingers drifting through various papers sprawled across his desk.

“This is impossible…you’re truly a lucky woman that I’ve never let an equation get the best of my frustrations…” he continued to talk to him while rushing over to his chalkboard, double checking all his work—like there would suddenly be an answer to just pop out. But there’s not. And he knows after so many years, he’s only regressed the progress he’s made with reviving your corpse.

“We only have one option.”

He turns back around. Your pile of rot and bones staring at him with naive cluelessness. You have no idea what he’s saying. He’s not even sure you know who you are…but you’re still…you.

Kinda.

Your beautiful eyes stare back at him now as just an eye—the other a sunken socket of mangled flesh. Your skin is no longer soft and supple. It’s…wet—gooey. He wishes he could caress you like he used to. He wishes he could do a lot of things to you like he did back before all this nonsense happened.

“A time machine. That is my next task. I’ve gotten close before, the only thing lacking well…worry for you and my sister, but how could altering either of your fates make it any worse at this point?”

He licks over his lips, his shoulder tingling as he feels your breath echo from behind him.

It reminds him of good times. Those times—the times he’d cradle your head in the crook of his shoulder while absolutely ravishing you. He’d feel the whisper of your quiet squeaks of pleasure. How you’d get more choked up on those cute little moans the harder he fucked into your tight pussy.

And god. He’s thought about it. Fuck—he’s tried it. He’s fucked a corpse—your corpse. Well, he tried. But the sweet haven that once was between your legs seemed to be the first thing targeted by bugs from beneath the ground.

He couldn’t blame them. You did taste delicious.

But as his cock throbs beneath his jeans and labcoat…he understands he won’t get any relief with you for a very long time. And that…that just won’t do, no. He needs you in order to think properly.

“Oh, look at you…so…rotten, yet still divine.”

He pushes your body down to the floor, your knees squishing like slime against the tower concrete.

His hand cradles your jaw. He looks into your beautiful eye—worshipping the one way he truly recognizes this rot as you.

Pushing a finger into your mouth experimentally, he scrunches his face with displeasure. He was never were particularly fond of his dick in your mouth. He claimed it wasn’t intimate enough. Food went in your mouth…just about anything went into your mouth if you really thought about it—medicine, thermometers, toothbrushes…too much for him to feel special.

And that disgustingly selfish, possessive itch was never satisfied with something so…simple.

But as his eyes trail up to your sunken eye socket, he gets an idea.

An awful, disturbing, exciting idea…

Which is why just a short few minutes after he’s cradled your jaw hungrily, he uses what little hum of his ability he’s been able to direct in the metal joints of his new appendage, holding your mouth safely shut as he divulges is his hungers unapologetically.

And god, it feels good.

For Issac, it emulates that sweet sensation of your warm, pliable pussy walls that would clamp around him so sweetly. It also gives him a thrill of a rush—fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before…not has anyone ever dared to ever before, probably.

So he slides his cock in and out of the squelching beaten socket. His gaze flickering from the filthy way he can feel the head of his dick plunging against your brain, and also to your most recognizable feature just inches away from the beauty of it all. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eye.

All the damaged with be reversed when he finishes up a Time Machine. And it can’t be that hard. If he’d gotten dangerously close while being a naive little boy too scared to fully commit to the project, he’d surely get it done in no time.

But god, did he even want to?

No, yes. He definitely wanted to. He could go back in time—change your heart for a one like his without you even knowing possibly. Change as little as possible but just enough to make his new life meaningful.

He’d given up on franciouse. She was long gone by the time he’s been resurrected. Trying to save her would alter too much. And, selfishly, he wanted a world where all he had to worry about was you and him.

“Oh g-god,” he quivers his movements getting more…more—his his snapping violently to chase that gooey feeling that creeps up on him, making everything feel fuzzy in the way he’s been craving for so. Damn. Long.

And the weird part is—you don’t even know who you are, you have no way of fully understanding what’s going on—but you push yourself forward…forcing more of his length to sink into your skull.

Because it feels good.

And all you run on is instinct.

Isaac irrationally fucks his stiff cock back and forth, his face twisting with an intense pleasure as you let out some sort of soft sigh.

He can tell it feels good for you. And that makes his entire body jolt with a newfound desperation.

He’s literally fucking your brains out.

“Oh—oh-oh! Oh god…so close, I’m go—gonna—mmmmpfh!”

The growl he lets out is deep. It vibrates in his chest the same time he feels the rush of his orgasm crash and spill through him.

He sees his load ooze out of your eye socket. And the sight makes his balls squeeze one last time, milking him for everything he has and more.

“Oh, dove…” he husks, utterly breathless. “I promise to bring you back in the right way, but—but we must do this at least once more before then.”

You sag onto him. Almost yearning for the way his long girth was itching the inside of your skull just mere moments ago.

“I truly don’t think I’ve experienced a greater pleasure than truly fucking your brains out.”

----------

A/N: Thank you for reading! And also thank you to my wifie's who sent this disgustingly lovely request lol. Any interaction is deeply appritiated <3

Probably will cross post this on my AO3 too! Same user! My friend @rainyyy-weather just doesn’t have an AO3 (criminal, I know.)

CW. Isaac literally fucks Reader's rotten, sunken eye socket. Like his dick is in it...he cums in it...so once again, don't read this if you don't want to read it. No one is forcing you. You have been warned plenty!

“Oh fucking hell!” Isaac swats his hands through his hair, endless curses bursting from his mouth as he paces the room.

This was not going as planned. Just another thing…very, very far from how he’d imagined it.

He hadn’t gotten to save his sister. His own extremity of a hand betrayed him, choosing his enemy. And worst of all…even after somehow surviving that…he couldn’t bring back you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how smart he was…there’s just no loophole.

He wishes he had carved your heart out of your chest back in the day. The very inconvenience that ended up being his path back to life.

“Well, dove…” he whispers under a heavy sigh. His fake metal fingers drifting through various papers sprawled across his desk.

“This is impossible…you’re truly a lucky woman that I’ve never let an equation get the best of my frustrations…” he continued to talk to him while rushing over to his chalkboard, double checking all his work—like there would suddenly be an answer to just pop out. But there’s not. And he knows after so many years, he’s only regressed the progress he’s made with reviving your corpse.

“We only have one option.”

He turns back around. Your pile of rot and bones staring at him with naive cluelessness. You have no idea what he’s saying. He’s not even sure you know who you are…but you’re still…you.

Kinda.

Your beautiful eyes stare back at him now as just an eye—the other a sunken socket of mangled flesh. Your skin is no longer soft and supple. It’s…wet—gooey. He wishes he could caress you like he used to. He wishes he could do a lot of things to you like he did back before all this nonsense happened.

“A time machine. That is my next task. I’ve gotten close before, the only thing lacking well…worry for you and my sister, but how could altering either of your fates make it any worse at this point?”

He licks over his lips, his shoulder tingling as he feels your breath echo from behind him.

It reminds him of good times. Those times—the times he’d cradle your head in the crook of his shoulder while absolutely ravishing you. He’d feel the whisper of your quiet squeaks of pleasure. How you’d get more choked up on those cute little moans the harder he fucked into your tight pussy.

And god. He’s thought about it. Fuck—he’s tried it. He’s fucked a corpse—your corpse. Well, he tried. But the sweet haven that once was between your legs seemed to be the first thing targeted by bugs from beneath the ground.

He couldn’t blame them. You did taste delicious.

But as his cock throbs beneath his jeans and labcoat…he understands he won’t get any relief with you for a very long time. And that…that just won’t do, no. He needs you in order to think properly.

“Oh, look at you…so…rotten, yet still divine.”

He pushes your body down to the floor, your knees squishing like slime against the tower concrete.

His hand cradles your jaw. He looks into your beautiful eye—worshipping the one way he truly recognizes this rot as you.

Pushing a finger into your mouth experimentally, he scrunches his face with displeasure. He was never were particularly fond of his dick in your mouth. He claimed it wasn’t intimate enough. Food went in your mouth…just about anything went into your mouth if you really thought about it—medicine, thermometers, toothbrushes…too much for him to feel special.

And that disgustingly selfish, possessive itch was never satisfied with something so…simple.

But as his eyes trail up to your sunken eye socket, he gets an idea.

An awful, disturbing, exciting idea…

Which is why just a short few minutes after he’s cradled your jaw hungrily, he uses what little hum of his ability he’s been able to direct in the metal joints of his new appendage, holding your mouth safely shut as he divulges is his hungers unapologetically.

And god, it feels good.

For Issac, it emulates that sweet sensation of your warm, pliable pussy walls that would clamp around him so sweetly. It also gives him a thrill of a rush—fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before…not has anyone ever dared to ever before, probably.

So he slides his cock in and out of the squelching beaten socket. His gaze flickering from the filthy way he can feel the head of his dick plunging against your brain, and also to your most recognizable feature just inches away from the beauty of it all. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eye.

All the damaged with be reversed when he finishes up a Time Machine. And it can’t be that hard. If he’d gotten dangerously close while being a naive little boy too scared to fully commit to the project, he’d surely get it done in no time.

But god, did he even want to?

No, yes. He definitely wanted to. He could go back in time—change your heart for a one like his without you even knowing possibly. Change as little as possible but just enough to make his new life meaningful.

He’d given up on franciouse. She was long gone by the time he’s been resurrected. Trying to save her would alter too much. And, selfishly, he wanted a world where all he had to worry about was you and him.

“Oh g-god,” he quivers his movements getting more…more—his his snapping violently to chase that gooey feeling that creeps up on him, making everything feel fuzzy in the way he’s been craving for so. Damn. Long.

And the weird part is—you don’t even know who you are, you have no way of fully understanding what’s going on—but you push yourself forward…forcing more of his length to sink into your skull.

Because it feels good.

And all you run on is instinct.

Isaac irrationally fucks his stiff cock back and forth, his face twisting with an intense pleasure as you let out some sort of soft sigh.

He can tell it feels good for you. And that makes his entire body jolt with a newfound desperation.

He’s literally fucking your brains out.

“Oh—oh-oh! Oh god…so close, I’m go—gonna—mmmmpfh!”

The growl he lets out is deep. It vibrates in his chest the same time he feels the rush of his orgasm crash and spill through him.

He sees his load ooze out of your eye socket. And the sight makes his balls squeeze one last time, milking him for everything he has and more.

“Oh, dove…” he husks, utterly breathless. “I promise to bring you back in the right way, but—but we must do this at least once more before then.”

You sag onto him. Almost yearning for the way his long girth was itching the inside of your skull just mere moments ago.

“I truly don’t think I’ve experienced a greater pleasure than truly fucking your brains out.”

----------

A/N: Thank you for reading! And also thank you to my wifie's who sent this disgustingly lovely request lol. Any interaction is deeply appritiated <3

Probably will cross post this on my AO3 too! Same user! My friend @rainyyy-weather just doesn’t have an AO3 (criminal, I know.)

CW. Isaac literally fucks Reader's rotten, sunken eye socket. Like his dick is in it...he cums in it...so once again, don't read this if you don't want to read it. No one is forcing you. You have been warned plenty!

“Oh fucking hell!” Isaac swats his hands through his hair, endless curses bursting from his mouth as he paces the room.

This was not going as planned. Just another thing…very, very far from how he’d imagined it.

He hadn’t gotten to save his sister. His own extremity of a hand betrayed him, choosing his enemy. And worst of all…even after somehow surviving that…he couldn’t bring back you. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how smart he was…there’s just no loophole.

He wishes he had carved your heart out of your chest back in the day. The very inconvenience that ended up being his path back to life.

“Well, dove…” he whispers under a heavy sigh. His fake metal fingers drifting through various papers sprawled across his desk.

“This is impossible…you’re truly a lucky woman that I’ve never let an equation get the best of my frustrations…” he continued to talk to him while rushing over to his chalkboard, double checking all his work—like there would suddenly be an answer to just pop out. But there’s not. And he knows after so many years, he’s only regressed the progress he’s made with reviving your corpse.

“We only have one option.”

He turns back around. Your pile of rot and bones staring at him with naive cluelessness. You have no idea what he’s saying. He’s not even sure you know who you are…but you’re still…you.

Kinda.

Your beautiful eyes stare back at him now as just an eye—the other a sunken socket of mangled flesh. Your skin is no longer soft and supple. It’s…wet—gooey. He wishes he could caress you like he used to. He wishes he could do a lot of things to you like he did back before all this nonsense happened.

“A time machine. That is my next task. I’ve gotten close before, the only thing lacking well…worry for you and my sister, but how could altering either of your fates make it any worse at this point?”

He licks over his lips, his shoulder tingling as he feels your breath echo from behind him.

It reminds him of good times. Those times—the times he’d cradle your head in the crook of his shoulder while absolutely ravishing you. He’d feel the whisper of your quiet squeaks of pleasure. How you’d get more choked up on those cute little moans the harder he fucked into your tight pussy.

And god. He’s thought about it. Fuck—he’s tried it. He’s fucked a corpse—your corpse. Well, he tried. But the sweet haven that once was between your legs seemed to be the first thing targeted by bugs from beneath the ground.

He couldn’t blame them. You did taste delicious.

But as his cock throbs beneath his jeans and labcoat…he understands he won’t get any relief with you for a very long time. And that…that just won’t do, no. He needs you in order to think properly.

“Oh, look at you…so…rotten, yet still divine.”

He pushes your body down to the floor, your knees squishing like slime against the tower concrete.

His hand cradles your jaw. He looks into your beautiful eye—worshipping the one way he truly recognizes this rot as you.

Pushing a finger into your mouth experimentally, he scrunches his face with displeasure. He was never were particularly fond of his dick in your mouth. He claimed it wasn’t intimate enough. Food went in your mouth…just about anything went into your mouth if you really thought about it—medicine, thermometers, toothbrushes…too much for him to feel special.

And that disgustingly selfish, possessive itch was never satisfied with something so…simple.

But as his eyes trail up to your sunken eye socket, he gets an idea.

An awful, disturbing, exciting idea…

Which is why just a short few minutes after he’s cradled your jaw hungrily, he uses what little hum of his ability he’s been able to direct in the metal joints of his new appendage, holding your mouth safely shut as he divulges is his hungers unapologetically.

And god, it feels good.

For Issac, it emulates that sweet sensation of your warm, pliable pussy walls that would clamp around him so sweetly. It also gives him a thrill of a rush—fucking you in a way you’ve never been fucked before…not has anyone ever dared to ever before, probably.

So he slides his cock in and out of the squelching beaten socket. His gaze flickering from the filthy way he can feel the head of his dick plunging against your brain, and also to your most recognizable feature just inches away from the beauty of it all. Your gorgeous, gorgeous eye.

All the damaged with be reversed when he finishes up a Time Machine. And it can’t be that hard. If he’d gotten dangerously close while being a naive little boy too scared to fully commit to the project, he’d surely get it done in no time.

But god, did he even want to?

No, yes. He definitely wanted to. He could go back in time—change your heart for a one like his without you even knowing possibly. Change as little as possible but just enough to make his new life meaningful.

He’d given up on franciouse. She was long gone by the time he’s been resurrected. Trying to save her would alter too much. And, selfishly, he wanted a world where all he had to worry about was you and him.

“Oh g-god,” he quivers his movements getting more…more—his his snapping violently to chase that gooey feeling that creeps up on him, making everything feel fuzzy in the way he’s been craving for so. Damn. Long.

And the weird part is—you don’t even know who you are, you have no way of fully understanding what’s going on—but you push yourself forward…forcing more of his length to sink into your skull.

Because it feels good.

And all you run on is instinct.

Isaac irrationally fucks his stiff cock back and forth, his face twisting with an intense pleasure as you let out some sort of soft sigh.

He can tell it feels good for you. And that makes his entire body jolt with a newfound desperation.

He’s literally fucking your brains out.

“Oh—oh-oh! Oh god…so close, I’m go—gonna—mmmmpfh!”

The growl he lets out is deep. It vibrates in his chest the same time he feels the rush of his orgasm crash and spill through him.

He sees his load ooze out of your eye socket. And the sight makes his balls squeeze one last time, milking him for everything he has and more.

“Oh, dove…” he husks, utterly breathless. “I promise to bring you back in the right way, but—but we must do this at least once more before then.”

You sag onto him. Almost yearning for the way his long girth was itching the inside of your skull just mere moments ago.

“I truly don’t think I’ve experienced a greater pleasure than truly fucking your brains out.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! And also thank you to my wifie's who sent this disgustingly lovely request lol. Any interaction is deeply appritiated <3

Probably will cross post this on my AO3 too! Same user! My friend @rainyyy-weather just doesn’t have an AO3 (criminal, I know.)