Comte, I think you just triggered a tsun-explosion?
LMAO HE PLAYED HIMSELF THERE like Sebastian told it was Comte who decided the teams and thought he’d have it easy by pairing with the tsuns lol
Mama Comte is mad, this isn’t what he was expecting so he yeets the tsuns into the library, because yanno… what could possibly go wrong in sending them to the place that might as well be considered Leonardo’s second bedroom?
Isaac: *is trying to fall asleep* His stomach:Hey Isaac:No. It’s two in the morning His stomach: But we’re hungry Isaac:Stop this nonsense. We’re not hun- God damnit, I’m hungry
Warning ↬ Spoilers for parts of Arthur’s ending – read at your own risk!
Description ↬ After a rare moment where you decide to listen to a suggestion from the mansion’s resident playboy, you have one of the most memorable nights of your life with your boyfriend, Isaac Newton.
A/N ↬ To the many lovely people who sent in a request, I apologize for the delay! I’ve been on a hiatus as my life has been fairly hectic lately, but I’m still here, and I haven’t forgotten about you all. Finally had a couple free moments and decided to sit down to write this little “wholesome” blurb for our resident scientist and genius, Ikevamp’s Isaac Newton.
Disclaimer ↬ I do not own the rights to Ikemen Vampire or any of the Ikemen series games.
“My dear, if you’d really like to surprise ole’ Newt, I suggest you spice things up with something no man can resist.”
And those were the words that repeatedly replayed in your mind throughout the day, seeping into every part of your thoughts. Despite your best efforts to ignore the resident playboy, Arthur Doyle’s words, you found yourself making your way to the town’s only provocative clothing shop. The little boutique nestled in the corner of a side street was something you’d stumbled upon during one of you and Isaac’s weekly outings. The scantily-clad mannequin in the window had both of you immediately flushed a brilliant red and looking away. However, you noticed that despite Isaac’s best efforts at peeling his gaze away, he glanced – not once, not twice, but three times at the lacy, dusty pink brassiere and panties on display.
That’s why when Arthur had given you some extremely unwarranted advice on how to spice up your sex life with Isaac, you’d initially written it off as part of the author’s typical quirks. But then Isaac started getting busier and busier, splitting his time between mentoring the young orphans that frequented the town square and as a professor at the Academy. Then, he was pulled into some newfangled project centered around the discovery of something that you’d attempted to wrap your mind around but failed. All in all, it had been nearly two weeks since the two of you shared in the passion of each other’s embrace.
You pulled yourself out of your reverie with a sigh and looked at your figure in the mirror. The dusty rose lace perfectly highlighted the curve of your breasts and the slight v-cut lace band seemed to accentuate the slope of your hips perfectly. Not only that, a lace ribbon adorned the largest part of your thigh as a garter, strapped to your undergarments with a thin piece of fabric. Objectively, you knew the garment looked good on you. However, that didn’t slow down your racing heart.
The sudden click of the door could be heard. Unfortunately, the sound was deafening. You began to panic, looking around the room for a garment, any garment, to cover your nearly naked body.
This was a terrible idea. Why did you ever think Isaac, the sweet and gentle scientist, would want to see something so crass?! In a flurry, you grabbed the nearest piece of clothing – which ended up being a bathrobe – and flung it over yourself.
“Oh! There you are! I came back after my afternoon classes, and Arthur said you’d wandered off into town by yourself….” The familiar melodic lilt of Isaac’s voice, combined with that adorable worried expression on your face, had your heart squeezing in your chest.
“Yep! I… uh…. Went to go grab some groceries for the mansion.” You responded, eyes darting back and forth nervously.
“Isn’t it Wednesday? I thought you and Sebas usually go to the town for groceries on the weekend… And why are you wearing my bathrobe?” Isaac asked, beautiful cherry-blossom pink eyes furrowed as he looked you up and down in suspicion. “You’re also completely dry… Is something wrong?”
A couple beats of silence passed between the two of you. The silence hanging seemed to permeate the air, only causing Isaac’s worry to increase with each second that passed where you didn’t say anything. Finally, with a heavy sigh, you slowly untied the belt to his robe and slid the white fabric down your body, starting with your shoulders, until the robe crumpled like a ball at your feet.
If you thought that the silence after Isaac’s question was awkward, this was a million times worse. Your boyfriend’s beautiful face immediately flushed into a striking vermillion shade, and his eyes shifted around the room. It was like he was intent on looking at everything except you. The dread began to sink in, and you wracked your brain to string together words, anything, that would reassure him.
“I’m so sorry, Isaac! I just… the other day when we went into town, and I saw you looking at this set in the window at that boutique, y’know, the one on seventh street, and I thought you might like it. And then Arthur told me that you might like to see something like this and I thought it was the perfect opportunity, but I’m so so so sorry that I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. This is the worst idea I’ve –,” you stammered, offering up any sort of explanation you had so he would feel better. However, before you could ramble on even more Isaac’s soft voice cut you off.
“Arthur saw you in this?” Isaac asked, striking pink eyes flashing curiously with something that looked like jealousy.
“What? No! Arthur just… sort of… suggested that I try something like this to spice things up with you in … you know… the bedroom.”
A couple more moments of silence passed between you before Isaac spoke again. “Were you unhappy with how things were in… the bedroom?”
“No! It’s not that! I just… I thought you might not be as attracted to me anymore because you’ve been so busy, and we’ve rarely had time alone. I’m sorry, Isaac. This was such a stupid idea.” And as you reached down to grab the crumpled-up robe, you could almost feel Isaac’s stare roaming all over your body.
His large hand and slender fingers suddenly shot out and gently grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him before you could cover yourself with the robe. “Wait! I didn’t say I didn’t like it… You look … stunning.” The heated gaze in his eyes had your core throbbing in anticipation for what was to come, and suddenly your stupid idea didn’t seem so ridiculous after all. He trailed one finger down your cheek, then cupped your face and brought you towards him until your lips met his in the most gentle, loving kiss. “I can’t believe you went to all that trouble just to get something like this for me. How did I get this lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one, Isaa— mmf—” A gentle nip at your bottom lip stopped you from finishing your sentence. You eagerly opened up your mouth, allowing him to explore with a passionate entanglement of his tongue. As your tongues slid against each other, you couldn’t help but press yourself up closer against his chest, seeking friction – any friction – against your needy body. Your sensitive peaks hardened against the sheer and lacy fabric. Before you could react, Isaac bent down and captured one of the hardened nubs in his mouth. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue, the lace rubbing against you, and the pleasure had you mewling gently as he lavished your skin.
“Eek! Isaac!” Despite his lithe body, your boyfriend’s strength never ceased to amaze you. His toned chest could be felt even through the fabric of his shirt, and you could see his biceps straining against the fabric. He grabbed you with one quick swoop and carried you, bridal-style, over to his bed, laying you out on the bedspread as delicately as possible.
The desire and lust evident in Isaac’s piercing gaze upon your body had your skin heating up from your head to your toe. You knew your lover wasn’t one for dirty talk, or even expressing himself fully, but his desire was clear. You began to move your legs, intent on clasping them together and covering your chest.
“Don’t. Please, let me see you,” Isaac murmured, capturing your hand in his and peppering you with kisses until he reached the apex of your thighs. Then, using his finger, he tantalizingly moved the fabric of your panties aside and licked a stripe from the bottom of your core until the top.
“Nngh—Isaac!” A series of wanton moans slipped from your lips as he began to quicken his movements against the sensitive spot at the top of your heat, suckling it gently into his mouth and licking it over and over. Your body heated up until it was nearly unbearable. Suddenly, you were thrown into your release, white-hot pleasure tingling throughout your limbs. Your mind went blank, and your back arched from the bed, trying to move away from Isaac as your body began writhing with overstimulation.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, watching you with a hooded gaze. Then, as your eyes began to re-focus on him, he pushed himself back up and peppered soft kisses against your lips, coaxing your body back to normal.
“Isaac, I need you….” You whispered, tugging at his still clothed body. He obediently stripped down until his body was bare before you, and his impressive manhood was standing at attention, head slick with a bead of arousal. The sensation of his length teasing your entrance was enough to make you squirm, and you looked up at him, ready to beg him to do anything just so you could feel him in you, wholly complete.
Inch by inch, he began to ease his length into you, letting out a deep groan as your walls clenched around him, forming to him. “You feel so good….” Matching blushes adorned both of your cheeks as you gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Your usually handsome boyfriend looked absolutely stunning, with the moonlight highlighting the sharp planes of his cheek and his striking eyes. It was as though time had stopped, and the only people in the world were you two, suspended at this moment together.
“Please,” you murmured, one word urging him to begin moving. Not one to leave you wanting, Isaac began to thrust his hips back and forth, sheathing himself in your repeatedly. The sinful moans spilling from your lips were like music to his ears, and he once again thought to himself that he must be the luckiest man in the world to be able to revel in your presence like this.
You wrapped your hands around his head, fingers tangled into his soft, cherry locks, and pulled his lips down to yours. As the kiss turned more frantic, so did Isaac’s thrusts, and you recognized the signs of your lover nearing his completion. With the heat rapidly spreading throughout your body, and that familiar tingling sensation in your lower belly, you knew you were getting close too. “Isaac, ‘m close!” You cried out, grasping at your lover’s skin, clawing, kneading, and trying to bring him closer to you.
“—Ungh, me too,” he groaned. With one last thrust, you were again thrown into the peak of your pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your body tingled all over. The sensation of his length twitching inside of you, painting your walls with thick, hot spurts of his release, just prolonged the pleasure for you. One of your legs wrapped around his slender waist, willing him to fill you up with every last drop.
After a couple minutes of heavy panting, Isaac finally rolled off of you, pulling you into his arms with your back against his chest.
“You don’t need to do anything to make me attracted to you… You’re the most stunning, sensual, beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life….” Isaac whispered, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear and sending shivers down your spine.
You flushed at his gentle words and turned to look up at him. “Does that mean you didn’t like the lingerie?”
“I… I didn’t say that… Please keep it… for… special occasions.”
Good evening my ducklings! As you may know, I have been taking writing commissions lately (I still have 2 slots open if you’re interested - Just PM me!) and I had the absolute joy of writing for @catherinec35 and I thought I’d share it with y’all~
I hope you enjoy it, I did have an absolute blast writing it ^^
Warning: Contains explicit content of a sexual nature. Do not read if you are under the age of 18 or if you could be uncomfortable with such content. (Minors DNI)
Tagging@scummy-writes and@crystal13unny because they asked to be tagged, if you ever wanted to be tagged in my works, please just let me know ^^
- JJ x
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Theodorus van Gogh x Kathryn (OC) x Isaac Newton:
With every step she took, Kathryn turned heads at the lavish party she and her boyfriend Theodorus had been invited to. A far cry from her regular casual and comfortable attire, she was dolled up to the nines with absolutely no expense spared on Theo’s part to make his woman feel like a princess; A maroon velvet cocktail dress hugged her delectable figure, the off-the-shoulder straps framing her shoulders and collar bones so beautifully Theo swore she could be a painting. Kathryn’s hair, just a shade slightly more purple than her dress, was curled in neat ringlets and her face had been painted by a makeup artist - that Theo had insisted he hire for her - to highlight and accentuate her beautiful natural features. Although stunningly beautiful, the young lady felt a little out of place at such a fancy event without her lover to cling to as he was too busy speaking with clients. Her heart sank a measure when she reminisced on parties of the past in which Theo had drunk a little too much champagne and ended up escorting her to a quiet corner to lay his heart, and his body, bare to her.
Kathryn smiled smally as she sipped her champagne, more bubbles than flavour, hovering just behind her boyfriend who liaised with some fancy client in a suit who she didn’t particularly care to listen to, only drawn from her thoughts by Theo’s hushed voice in her ear, “Schatje, I’m a little busy,” cool Caribbean blue eyes flitted between his lover and the balcony, “Go and get some fresh air. You’ll have my attention in just a minute.”
“Okay,”she sighed a little dejectedly in response, her heels clicking against the fine marble floor until she reached the balcony, her heart dropping in her chest as she leant on the railing and gazed out at the perfect Parisian night sky. Kathryn clasped her delicate hands around her champagne flute, shifting her feet a little where she stood as the cool breeze hit the leg exposed by the high slit of her dress. The single blonde streak of the lady’s hair fell from its curl and in front of her face so it tickled her nose, making her chuckle pitifully at herself quietly.
“May I fix that for you, Miss?” A gentle, lilting voice almost sung by Kathryn’s ear. Turning around, she realised it was Arthur, her boyfriend’s best friend, who reached out a gloved hand to fix the stray hair that hung out of place, “There we go, luv.”
“Hey, Arthur,” her voice was confined to a small sigh, a mixture of sadness and relief, as she glanced up at her friend, “At least you’re here. Theo’s been too busy to even acknowledge me tonight.”
“Heartless bastard, leaving a beautiful woman lonely when she’s all dolled up for him,” he slipped off the black glove from his right hand and reached towards Kathryn, caressing the soft line of her jaw before leaning forward to whisper in her ear, “A foolish bastard too.” Kathryn tried to step back slightly from Arthur’s touch only to find herself backed against an ornate marble pillar, “Why don’t you let me entertain you tonight, my dove?”
“Hands off of her, Arthur,” Theo’s voice entered the space, commanding the air with his tone whilst the fine suit he wore was overshadowed by his scowl. The Dutchman reached out to grasp his girlfriend’s wrist, “Come on, hondje, let’s go-”
Smack.Her hand came down hard against his own wrist, making the art dealer pull back slightly in shock, his heart aching with a cocktail of anger, regret and jealousy as he observed the look of indignance that Kathryn wore. “Don’t pretend like you care all of a sudden Theo,” she spat, pushing past him to leave the party in a fit of rage and rushing out of his sight. Kathryn was still in tears when she reached the mansion, her chest tight and heart strings pulled to breaking when she pushed past Vincent in a flood of sorrow, like a moody cloud was hung above her head. Tears stained her reddened cheeks and the artist knew better than to pry so rather than console her himself, he rushed to find the only man that could.
“What do you want?” Isaac sighed tiredly, leaning against the doorframe as he observed Vincent’s anxiously shaken form through his glasses.
“Kathryn’s just come home and she looks very upset, I think she needs you.” Vincent smiled sympathetically at Isaac who nodded curtly and pulled his door closed behind him,
“Cheers,” he spoke quietly, pushing up his glasses before briskly walking through the halls towards his beloved’s room. Isaac’s throat felt tight and dry as he stood in front of Kathryn’s door, listening to her sniffle and sob, her sad little noises like a stab to his heart, “Kathryn?”He knocked on the door, opening it just a sliver to peek inside, “It’s Isaac, I’m coming in.” The second he was in the room, Isaac’s heart sank: Kathryn lay face down, her pretty face in her pillows which muffled her pained sobs. She should’ve felt like an angel in her stunning evening gown with her hair perfectly made up, not despairing as she was. “Oh, sweetheart.” The vampire sat down beside the young lady and stroked her hair, shooting her a small smile when she turned her face to look right at him, “Was the party really that bad?”
“T-Theo and I,” she sniffled, rolling over fully to tuck herself into Isaac’s warm embrace, comforted by his touch, “W-we had a fight.” Isaac tightened his arms around Kathryn, grateful to provide her some sense of safety and comfort when she nuzzled against his chest. She lifted her gaze to glance at Isaac, chuckling pitifully at herself before she spoke again, “Will you stay and cuddle me til I feel better?”
Isaac smiled sweetly at Kathryn, nodding in confirmation though, confusion plastered on his face when she removed herself from his embrace and wandered over to her vanity, “I can’t very well cuddle you if you’re all the way over there.” He watched his enchanting girlfriend slip out of her cocktail dress and wipe away her smudged makeup, admittedly making his trousers feel a little too tight around his crotch as he took in her lingerie-clad form. Kathryn’s flawless skin glowed in the faint moonlight, her smooth curves accentuated by a lacy crimson bra with a matching thong and garters, the colour reminding Isaac of the irresistible blood that pumped underneath her soft skin. “You wore those just for Theo?” He knew that his partners both had their nights alone together, much as he did with the both of them, but he couldn’t help the slight twinge of jealousy that stained his heart, “I do love him but by God he is an ass, and an idiot, leaving you on your lonesome when you look so ravishing.” Isaac stood up from his seat on the bed and crossed the room to Kathryn, taking a hold of her hips and pulling her flush against his own body, so close that she could feel the hardness laying in his trousers, “You’re irresistible.”
Feeling an unfamiliar rush of confidence fill her veins, Kathryn tangled her fingers in Isaac’s dusty pink hair and pulled at it, smirking at the needy whine that escaped his lips before whispering seductively in his ear, “Then don’t resist, Isaac. Take me.”
Without a moment of hesitation, Isaac pushed his girlfriend to sit down on her vanity and crashed his lips against hers, snogging her messily as his yearning hands slid down her sides to grasp at her plush thighs and push them apart, grinding his clothed erection against her dampening slit. The couple were so preoccupied with each other’s burning desire that neither of them noticed the soft creak of the bedroom door opening or the entrance of their boyfriend until he spoke, “Well I did come to apologise but, seems like you’re busy, hondje.”
Kathryn gasped softly, her cheeks flushing peach with embarrassment as she locked eyes with Theodorus from across the room, though before the Dutchman could leave, Isaac turned to face him, his voice low and husky, “Why don’t you join in? I think our darling needs some extra attention tonight.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The taller vampire shut the door behind himself and quickly stripped down to his boxers, leaving his clothes in a messy pile on the floor before kneeling on the bed and beckoning to his lovers who both obediently rid themselves of their clothes and joined him there. Isaac lay himself down and coaxed Kathryn to hover above his face, blush staining his cheeks pink at the sight of the glistening arousal covering her sex.
Kathryn felt a flame of shyness flicker in her belly when Isaac brought her down onto his mouth, whimpering delightfully when his tongue circled her clit. The Englishman himself groaned softly at the taste of her sweetness, capable hands grasping at her plush thighs which squeezed against his cheeks as smug pride swelled in his chest. Theodorus leant over Kathryn’s small frame, biting kisses down his girlfriend’s neck, the scrape of his fangs against her delicate skin fanning the flames of arousal in Kathryn’s core which only provided more slickness between her legs that Isaac greedily lapped up. She could hear Theo’s thick Dutch accent in her ear, praising her as she rolled her hips and ground down against Isaac’s mouth, “Good girl, Kathryn.” Her thighs tensed and squeezed around her British boyfriend’s head, bringing more heat to his cheeks and making his peony pink eyes roll back in pleasure when she came messily undone all over his tongue, her nectar dripping down his chin. The three moved seamlessly to a more comfortable position, with Theo holding himself above Kathryn and Isaac wandering toward the desk to clean his face.
“I n-need you in me,” Kathryn panted, the aftershock of her first orgasm hitting her body in waves as lust darkened her vision, her gaze trained onto Theo, “Please.”
“Don’t make her beg, Theo,” Isaac warned softly, wiping the slick that soaked his chin away with a pristine white handkerchief, “Not tonight.” The brilliant scientist smiled carefully as he strolled back over to the bed and sat beside his girlfriend’s head, reaching out to stroke her curled hair gently away from her flushed face, “My princess needs to be treated as such.” Kathryn blushed brightly at Isaac’s tender nickname for her, smiling almost smugly when Theo pressed an uncharacteristically soft kiss against her cheek.
“Oké, but after tonight,” Theo’s left index finger hooked underneath her choker and tugged at it a little roughly, his voice a low growl when he continued, “Master isn’t going to go easy on either of you.” He shot his icy blue gaze at his boyfriend who gulped in excited anticipation, Isaac’s mind replaying countless nights of Theo roughly using his tight hole and rewarding him with intoxicating blowjobs when he thought he couldn’t handle any more. Theo discarded his underwear and carefully lined his impressively hard cock up to Kathryn’s inviting little hole, slowly pushing himself inside and groaning deeply at the way she squeezed around his length, “Fuck, baby.” The Dutchman grinned down at his girlfriend whose small hands grasped onto his broad shoulders, her eyes already filled with stars even though he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, “Always so tight for me, aren’t you? ‘S like your pretty little pussy was made just for me.”
Theo thrust his hips forward, the drag of his thick cock against her silky wet walls slow, hard and deliberate, tearing a delightfully sweet moan from Kathryn’s throat which made both of her boyfriends grin slyly at each other, “Is that good, darling?” Isaac cooed into her ear, tangling his left hand in her now messy mauve hair and pulling sharply, “Tell Theo how good he makes you feel.”
“A-ah,”Kathryn whined with pleasure, her sounds mingling with Theodorus’ own sinful groans and the gentle shudders of Isaac who had begun to slowly stroke himself by her side, “You fuck me so good-” she gasped sharply when Theo’s cock slid further into her tight cunt, bruising her cervix as he began to thrust into her faster and harder than before. The lady couldn’t make any coherent thought or sentence as her lover repeatedly hit against her g-spot, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he began to feel his climax quickly approaching. Isaac snaked his left hand between their bodies to rub tight, mind-numbingly pleasurable circles into Kathryn’s clit, making her walls hug Theo’s dick even tighter as a second orgasm came flooding over her, her moans surely heard throughout the mansion.
“Godverdomme,”Theo’s hips stuttered as he came, hot and sticky inside Kathryn’s walls. He panted, taking a moment to catch his breath before pulling out and turning his gaze over to Isaac whose cock was still in his hand, pumping it quickly to try and chase his own release. The younger vampire pressed a kiss to his girlfriend’s nose, her piercing cold against his lips before he knelt himself down in front of Isaac and firmly grasped his erection, “I’ll finish you off.” Theo swiftly took Isaac in his mouth and hollowed his cheeks, only needing to suck on his cock a handful of times before the physicist moaned his name loudly and spilled his cum down his boyfriend’s throat. Both men, sweaty and spent, lay down in bed and wrapped their arms around Kathryn, with Isaac spooning her and Theo having tucked her head under his chin.
None of them could keep from smirking to themselves as they snuggled up together, the comfortable silence eventually being broken by Kathryn who sighed blissfully, “You boys are so good to me.”
“You deserve it.” Isaac craned his head forward to kiss her jaw carefully while one of his hands drew soft circles against her thigh.
Theo agreed, his voice gruff and resigned, “You both deserve a lot more than me.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it, Theo.” Kathryn responded, sitting herself up and caressing the art dealer’s cheek, gazing down at him with a smile that could outshine the stars, “I love you, you big idiot.”
“As do I,” Isaac added, also having sat up, “We want you the way you are, even though you are often irrational, brash and thick.” The Englishman stood up and sauntered over to the wardrobe, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his naked body, “Come, let’s all go and have a bath.”
“Mhm, that’d be nice.” Kathryn nodded as she got up from the bed and joined Isaac who handed her a towel of her own.
“Ja, oké,” Theo’s small smile widened to a grin when his lovers threw a towel at him, the white cotton hitting him in the chest with a dull thud, “I can’t say no to you two, anyway.”
Tags: Threesomes, Oral Sex, Cum Eating, Raw, Pillow Humping, Very Light BDSM undertones
Full fic under cut!
Preview:
“Arthur, don’t touch yourself,” Another harsh thrust, the sounds of skin smacking against skin beginning to start up again, “that’s- hah, that’s not part of the punishment.”
There’s a frustrated groan, but you’re too focused on the way Isaac hooks your legs over his shoulders and leans over you again, his nose nuzzling your neck before his fangs press against your heated skin. Your mind blanks as they delve deep, feeling Isaac’s muffled groans, feeling a new wave of pleasure wash over you so suddenly and fiercely.
As soon as the words left his lips, Isaac effortlessly pinned her onto the surface, ignoring Arthur’s jump and granting him full view of how far her lovely blush descended. At a loss for words, he stood there frozen while Isaac nipped her ear, explaining with the echo of a low keen.
“She’s, a-ah, always wanted me to claim her in f-front of someone else-” Isaac’s words began to be punctuated with thrusts that caused her breasts to gently shake, and Arthur had to resist the urge to run his palm over his zipper. How hard did Isaac plan to go at it? “And frankly, I can’t wait any l-longer.” ——
Scummy!!!! ❤❤ I was so happy to see I was matched with you! You’re one of the people that make me smile just by appearing on my dash - not to mention how much I adore your work. I was very determined to make this fic featuring your boys special, and rereading some of your own (absolutely fantastic) works with them helped me out a lot! Their dynamics together challenged me in the best way possible in the whole past week I really, really hope this will be to your liking. Many thanks to Bryn for making it possible in the first place with this lovely event!
Your laughter gets lost in the loud music as you tug Isaac to the dancefloor. The bright, beating presence of everything surrounding you is conquering the best of your senses, it has been for a while now, but you still concentrate fully on your boyfriend - desperate to see him loose up and enjoy himself as well.
You know that this would be a job for your other boyfriend, Arthur, as he was originally the one to give the idea. He is in charge of today’s date, after all.
A short fluff fic between Isaac and Mc, 1277 words.
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It wasn’t often Isaac was left speechless. Tongue-tied? Often. Lost in thought, not acknowledging what was said? Constantly. But being rendered incapable of any response out of pure bewilderment was rare.
His hand gently dropped to his side after closing your door behind him, knuckles twinged pink after knocking to no avail. Concern brought him to open the door regardless, and even after stepping into your room to confirm his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he remained perplexed.
Why… was his shirt displayed out on your bed?
It had been quite some time since he had spent the night in your room, as for some reason you preferred his messy one. And often if he had…stripped… he wore the same outfit to his room the next morning.
A short fluff fic between Isaac and Mc, 1277 words.
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It wasn’t often Isaac was left speechless. Tongue-tied? Often. Lost in thought, not acknowledging what was said? Constantly. But being rendered incapable of any response out of pure bewilderment was rare.
His hand gently dropped to his side after closing your door behind him, knuckles twinged pink after knocking to no avail. Concern brought him to open the door regardless, and even after stepping into your room to confirm his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he remained perplexed.
Why… was his shirt displayed out on your bed?
It had been quite some time since he had spent the night in your room, as for some reason you preferred his messy one. And often if he had…stripped… he wore the same outfit to his room the next morning.
A short fluff fic between Isaac and Mc, 1277 words.
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It wasn’t often Isaac was left speechless. Tongue-tied? Often. Lost in thought, not acknowledging what was said? Constantly. But being rendered incapable of any response out of pure bewilderment was rare.
His hand gently dropped to his side after closing your door behind him, knuckles twinged pink after knocking to no avail. Concern brought him to open the door regardless, and even after stepping into your room to confirm his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he remained perplexed.
Why… was his shirt displayed out on your bed?
It had been quite some time since he had spent the night in your room, as for some reason you preferred his messy one. And often if he had…stripped… he wore the same outfit to his room the next morning.
A short fluff fic between Isaac and Mc, 1277 words.
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It wasn’t often Isaac was left speechless. Tongue-tied? Often. Lost in thought, not acknowledging what was said? Constantly. But being rendered incapable of any response out of pure bewilderment was rare.
His hand gently dropped to his side after closing your door behind him, knuckles twinged pink after knocking to no avail. Concern brought him to open the door regardless, and even after stepping into your room to confirm his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he remained perplexed.
Why… was his shirt displayed out on your bed?
It had been quite some time since he had spent the night in your room, as for some reason you preferred his messy one. And often if he had…stripped… he wore the same outfit to his room the next morning.
How did you come across a shirt of his?
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“Your shirt?”
Arthur and Dazai crowded Isaac at his desk, ignoring his obvious annoyance. The moment they noticed how distracted he was when they came in, they started badgering him with questions until he finally gave in.
And now, he rubbed his temple, feeling his mood sour.
“Must the two of you always come to bother me?”
“I just wanted to see Harry, little bloke is adorable. I don’t know why Dazai tagged along,” Arthur shrugged, making a point to sidestep away from the man.
Dazai, however, stepped closer to the fellow writer, “I simply felt like visiting my beloved Ai-chan.”
Awful.
“Regardless, why was your shirt there, of all things?” Arthur got back to the topic at hand.
“I can’t fathom why…” Isaac admitted, “I keep track of my clothes, perhaps there was a stain she was working on? But I’m not that messy…”
“Do you think it’s from a tangle in the sheets?”
Was it possible? Isaac frowned, holding his chin in hand, “but I just can’t recall…”
“Haha! Dear god, don’t let the bird hear that. She’d be torn to bits knowing you couldn’t remember a night together!”
Isaac processed what Arthur said, then flushed.
“O-Of course not! As if I’d f-forget…”
“Perhaps… She wanted to dress like our Ai-kun?” Dazai questioned, but Isaac rolled his eyes with a huff.
“That’s preposterous, and she’d have much more than a shirt for that.”
“Maybe it’s the start of a collection? Maybe our bird is more of a magpie-”
“If the two of you are just playing to get on my nerves, then leave me be. I have enough hassle with le Recteur alone…”
.
By luck, Isaac had stumbled upon you later in the sitting room, working on dusting the rarely used space. Once it was clear it was your last chore of the evening, Isaac helped you finish it up before joining you to walk to your room.
But, curiously, you weren’t keen on letting him inside. Was it due to the shirt? Did you not want him to see?
“In truth, I wanted to speak to you alone…” He admitted, watching your mouth open and close as you debated words. He shouldn’t have, really, but he added on what he knew would do you in, “…Please?”
You blushed, fumbling with what to say, before you finally cracked the door open.
“A-alright…”
And it was exactly how he remembered it from this morning: the sheets tucked in immaculately, the curtains tied to let the sun billow in, your makeup for the day cluttered at your vanity… his shirt neatly spread out on your bed…
The longer he stared at it, contemplating what exactly to ask, your face turned pink. You stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to address the elephant in the room, until he finally spoke up.
“Why… is one of my shirts here?”
Your cheeks continued to burn, but after a few moments fidgeting with your fingers, you finally inched closer to your closet.
“You’reforbidden to laugh at me,” you warned, but didn’t give him the time to respond. Quickly, you pulled out a pink plush rabbit from your closet. The toy was about three feet long, if he ignored it’s long ears.
It rested gingerly in your grasp, before you slowly wrapped your arms around it’s middle, resting your chin on top of it’s head.
“You remember, don’t you?” You questioned, not meeting his confused gaze, “when you bought me this?”
“Of course. When you were sick shortly after we began dating.”
Andhow could he forget that? You were so stubborn and refused to rest at first. You tried hiding your sniffles and focused on chores away from the residents, but even Comte couldn’t seem to sway you. It wasn’t until Isaac had scolded you for being reckless, reminding you that you’d want the same for him, that you finally agreed to lay down and recover with rest.
“I was so lonely, and I hated being in my room all alone… So for when you couldn’t be with me since you were teaching, you bought me this bunny to keep me company.”
“I remember,” he confirmed, smiling fondly, “you pouted so much when you wanted to hug me, but couldn’t.”
“I didn’t want you to get sick too,” and again, you pouted, letting out a small sigh, “but… sometimes I still get lonely.”
You did?
Isaac watched with worry as you moved to sit on the bed, beside his shirt, dour in expression as you eyed the clothing. As if it was a crime to have.
But Isaac was more concerned now over how you had been feeling, and why he hadn’t noticed.
“I don’t want you to think I’m childish- I know it’s fine to not spend every night together. I mean, sometimes we need to be apart…It’s fine… just some nights, I get lonely and wish you were here.” You finally explained further, seemingly sinking more into the plush rabbit by the moment.
“Why do you think I’ll find you childish for admitting that?” Isaac gingerly sat beside you on the bed, resting his hand in your back.
“Because… Isn’t it childish to be so clingy? I-I mean,” nervously, your fingers toyed with the shirt resting on the bed, playing with the buttons, “…I took your shirt and put it on the bunny, since your cologne was still on it, it made me feel as though I was hugging you… but now I just look like a creep.”
The two of you sat in silence as Isaac processed what you said. The first thought he had was imagining the plush absolutely swallowed in his shirt, and your attempts at hugging it- and he snickered.
“You weren’t supposed to laugh!”
Oh, that was a genuine pout from you, but he couldn’t help it. With a smile, he pulled you into his arms, plush and all.
“It is not childish to miss me. I think it’s perfectly natural… and cute.”
“C-cute?”
“I miss you as well, you know,” he admitted, feeling relieved that even you, his stubborn, loving sweetheart, experienced this too, “and there are times where you fall asleep before me in my bed, while I research, and I find myself missing when you were awake.”
Finally, you glanced up at him, meeting his gaze with hopeful eyes, “r-really?”
“What reason do I have to lie?”
And at last, you set aside the plush rabbit, wrapping your arms tightly around him instead. With a squeeze, your shoulders dropped as you spoke, “t-thank god- I was so nervous you’d find me ridiculous!”
“Nonsense. You’re curious, but never ridiculous.”
The giggle that came from you caused him to chuckle, planting a kiss on your forehead.
“Tomorrow, let’s go into town. I’ll show you what cologne I wear, and we’ll spend the day together, okay?”
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I wrote this…in like two hours… very impromptu and did not glance over it for mistakes more than twice.
I just thought Mc the shirt thief, purely out of missing snuggles, was a cute idea.
I’m not using my tag list on this one since its a rough impromptu one ♀️ sorry, from my understanding, everyone wants to be tagged in finished pieces rather than silly stuff like this.
Arthur, with little Isaac in his arms: Oh yes, his mother just abandoned us and left us empty-handed -kisses his head- It would help us a lot if you gave us a coin to return hom-
Lady: Oh, you poor things. Here is a coin
MC: Ahem. Arthur, I just went to the store to buy a juice for Isaac… Why are you telling everyone that I abandoned you? We are not even his parents
Arthur: We already fed you and changed your diaper. What else do you want?! Just go to sleep!
MC’s baby:-cries-
Isaac: Maybe we should sing them something like a lullaby!
Theo, in a monotonous voice: Rock-a-bye, baby; on the treetop; when the wind blows; the cradle will rock! OH PLEASE GO TO SLEEP
MC’s Baby:-cries harder-
Arthur: This is not working!
Dazai: Obviously it’s because you’re not putting on a good show
Arthur, Theo, Isaac:…
[5 minutes later]
The four dressed and dancing as Backstreet Boys:Tell me why! Why don’t you want to sleep? Tell me why! If I already fed you! Tell me why! I never wanna hear you say: I don’t want to go to sleep!
