#zsakuva isaac rhoades | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

azulaoi · 3 months

Text

A Warm Study

Isaac x Housekeeper (M4A ver.)

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: You've been hard at work with Isaac ever since you agreed upon being his assistant and lover. Not knowing what else could happen during this long night of work, your thoughts were proven wrong.

✨This writing is SFW✨

No wink wonk moments here whehe. For now >:)

A Warm Study

By: Azulaoi

It's been awhile since you've been in the library, reading and examining key factors in the current case you and Isaac have been trying to crack. Your fatigue was at its beginning, but your determination about this case's finale kept your eyelids lifted as every page engulfed you in curiosity and new possible leads. Whilst you were reciting the case, Isaac took notes and carefully set salient sheets of paper to the side - to be studied later for interrogation. Being his assistant in these matters truly made work easy for him - whilst still housekeeping, you enjoyed both jobs.

You two examined and studied into the night with no interruption. Not for long, hunger began to build overtime during your study. "I guess it's time for a break?" you thought. You look at Isaac, pondering over something on his laptop while he fidgets with his pen. You scoot closer to him to see what he was looking at; he was looking at some sort of address. He notices your close presence and glances at you, "Are you alright? Are you getting tired, [name?]". You rest your head on his shoulder, looking at him, "No, not at all. Why do you say that?". He looks at you directly, "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? We've been working since this morning with no breaks in between - it seems like we haven't eaten dinner yet. Except breakfast, of course.". When he mentioned dinner, you immediately got up.

He laughs, "Heh, no need to be alarmed. You don't need to cook dinner today. Let's eat something that doesn't require much work, alright?". You respond, "true... What shall we eat?". He put his pen down, closed his laptop and got up. "Let's eat, check and see if we have any frozen foods we can heat up.". You nod at his suggestion and head toward the kitchen.

You sit near the counter as he walks over and opens the refrigerator. He stood there until he pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer. "Hmm... I think this shall do. I wouldn't consider this dinner - it's more like a midnight snack," he laughs. It was late however, you wanted to eat something before you two could continue work. He opens one of the cabinets and grabs two glasses, "Before I bake the pizza, we should refresh ourselves first. God knows how long I haven't gone without drinking water today...". He then poured water into both glasses and handed one glass to you.

Isaac begins to converse about the current case you both have trying to figure out. You tried your best to hold onto every word he said, but all you could do was stand there and admire how passionate he was about this case. "Perhaps I'm too tired to keep track of what he's saying," you thought as you sip onto the glass. Suddenly, you leaned the glass too close, spilling it all over your chest. You held onto the glass tightly to not drop it. The impact of the cold water seeps through your top, leaving nothing but slight exposure. Isaac immediately puts down his glass, deeply sighing, "Here, let me help you. My [name], you are so clumsy.".

He grabs a couple napkins from the kitchen counter, drying your top gently. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I don't think napkins are going to help. I'm completely drenched..." you say in a disappointing tone. He stops wiping and looks at you, "Are you... also wet from the inside of your top?". You nod and blush at his response. He hums, pondering for a moment. He clears his throat, "Take off your top.". You blink rapidly, "Come again?". He repeats it once more but in a demanding tone, "Take off your top, [name]. I'll go get you a new one.". Your eyes widened as the tension between you both rose. You didn't want to make the situation more awkward, so you did what he asked.

Slipping your top off, you felt a cold breeze caress your body. Shivering, you crossed your arms around your chest to cover yourself. "Thanks, I'll be ba-", he stops mid sentence and glances at you. He begins to examine you, instantly blushing as his eyes lay on your exposed torso. "Is there something wrong?" you asked worriedly. He shakes his head, unbuttoning his shirt, "It's nothing... Anyways, I'll lend you my shirt for the time being. I can't see you freezing like this.". You watch as he slowly unbuttons the last half of his shirt, slipping it off his shoulders and wrapping it around yours.

Your gaze wanders around his torso. Internally salivating his veiny biceps, his bare big pectorals shining from the kitchen lights, and his beautiful crafted abs. "He looks absolutely dreamy," you thought to yourself. "I want to feel them...". He was taken aback from your non-filter response. "You... Want to feel what?" his eyebrows furrow and cheeks flushed. You step closer to Isaac, your eyes still glued onto his glamorous chest. Your inner instinct wanted to feel him, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Soon enough, your eyes drifted away from embarrassment. "I'm sorry... My mind completely slipped. I shouldn't have stared at you like that.". Isaac catches your gaze and caresses your cheek, "You don't need to apologize. Safe to admit, even I can't keep my eyes off of you sometimes... Like right now.".

You grabbed his hand and slowly lay your cheek against it. "It's so warm...". Your eyes connect with his, peering at him with fondness. Isaac smirks at you - as you continue to rest and rub your cheek on his hand. It felt so comfortable that you could fall asleep - his hand like a pillow. Your eyes began to rest, laying your head fully on his hand. You didn't want your fatigue to win you over but instead wanted to savor this moment with Isaac.

What felt like ages snuggling against his hand, you open your eyes to see him leaning close to you. Planting his soft lips on yours, you close your eyes once more. You rest your arms on his bare chest as his arms wrap around your waist. Trembling from his touch, you pull him closer, deepening the kiss between you both. It felt so warm being so close against him, especially since the house has been freezing lately. You could've asked him to turn on the heater, but your heart wanted him to be your personal heater and his warm touch around your body.

He faintly sighs as he pulls away from your quivering lips, "I... Should go put on another shirt. I'll also put your top in the washer to wash. Stay put, alright?". You nod and stare at his bare back as he leaves the kitchen towards the laundry room. Once his silhouette disappears from your sight, you begin to giggle at the thought of his painted round red ears. "Was he blushing this whole time?" you thought, giggling. Even though he tries to brush it off and act cool, you never thought Isaac would look this cute when he's in this state. You, of course, wanted to see this side of him more often.

After waiting for his arrival for a few minutes, Isaac returns back. Your heart slightly drops as you notice something different from his facial expression: it was coldly stern. He walks up to you with his phone in hand "I'm sorry for taking a while, [name]. I was... Answering a call just now. Seems like we have found some new leads to our case.". You return his response with a smile, "That's great, isn't it? We are getting close to its finale!". He lets out a disappointing sigh, "Hm... Not quite, actually. This is still the beginning, and we still have lots to investigate here and there.". You nodded and looked down. "I know it's tough... But I'm truly grateful that you lend a hand on these cases. Without you, I would've pulled another all nighter," he says with a reassuring smile. "However, before we dig ourselves back into paperwork again... Would you like me to make us some coffee or tea?".

Your face lit up at his request, "Of course! I'll help make the pizza whilst you make the hot drinks-". He clears his throat, "Ah- no. How about... We make both of them together? Will that be okay with you, honey?". Your cheeks slightly flushed as he said the word honey. "Wait, did you just call me honey?". You ask as your eyes widened in surprise. His eyes fill with worry, "is that not a nickname of your preference? If not, I understand...". You shake your head, "No, no! It's okay! I don't mind at all. I... Love how you say it, to be honest.". He chuckles and gives you a nod in return, "Alright then, I shall call you that by now, honey.". He then gestured you into the kitchen to prepare yourselves a midnight snack.

Hearing him say honey a second time made your heart go berserk. It sounded heart warming and sweet - it had a nice ring. Of course, it sounded much better than being called a stray.

_______________________________________

I was fortunate enough to be able to finish this writing last night. It's short but... I hoped you all liked it :)

Thanks to my friend and best beta reader/grammar checker happiesttbearr for helping me out on spell check!

Love y'all Crumpets!

- Azulaoi💙

#zsakuva #zsakuva isaac #zsakuva isaac rhoades #isaac rhoades #zsakuva fan fic #zsaku

40 notes · View notes

soscarlett1twas · 15 days

Text

reunion

#sakuverse #zsakuva #andrew marston #isaac rhoades #zsakuva andrew #zsakuva isaac #isaac x andrew

172 notes · View notes

xzhdjsj · 10 days

Text

Iron on my Tongue

Isaac x Reader

Isaac has a bad feeling about your meeting. (Isaac's POV)

Warnings: anxiety, description of blood, death of character

@chilliesillie and @kieran-rhoades created a vivid image in my mind of this scene so here it is written for you my loves<3 I hope I was able to capture this the way you imagined!

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

It’s a dim afternoon, grey clouds are settled in the sky with a promise of rain later and the wind is chilly. My partner isn't with me right now, maybe if they were I would be enjoying the weather more. I hope they make it back home before the shower.

They're out on their own business, a meeting with a client I introduced them to. As much as I'd like to pride myself in my improvements thus far, I still can't quite let them leave the house to meet someone completely unknown to me. Whatever client I hand over to them are well researched and kept on tab to ensure their meeting environment is a safe one and they’ll be able to get back home to me.

I still have my doubts regardless, but I can't control their every move. They deserve to live. It’s funny because they tell me the same thing, "Isaac you deserve to live, without the worry and torment."

I don't think I'd ever be who I am today without them. The day I met them all those months ago, I'd never believed it if someone told me we'd not only be partners in my field of work, but also lovers. They're the one thing that means the most to me and I absolutely cannot let them get hurt. I trust them, and I know they'll do their best to stay safe but the underlying worry still bothers me.

There's this unusual feeling in my chest, the kind I haven’t experience in a while and worst of all, I'm not sure why it's there. It's bearable, but it's not. A distant but static feeling that hazes over my body and clouds my senses.

I take a sip of my coffee and its burns my tongue. It's hot, way too hot.

"Fuck" I pinch the space between my eyebrows and sigh.

My luck hasn't been the best today, but maybe a shower would wash away whatever this is and I can finally settle down. I push the cup aside and head for the bathroom, peeling the clothes from my body.

I let the water slide off my skin, the only thing on my mind is them. I could chalk this feeling up to just my anxiety, but this is more. This is an additional weight that presses against my chest and squeezes at my heart. An extra burden to carry on my shoulders, one I'm unfamiliar with yet I distantly relate to. Some sort of gut feeling that’s pointed in some unknown direction. I could easily pick up my phone and call them but their voice rings in my head.

"Here's the deal Isaac, no calls from you this time. We have to work something out little by little until you're comfortable with me leaving the house. Instead of you calling me, I'll call you before and after my meeting. Deal?"

I agreed to it of course. I want to be better. For them I want to be better, so each time I think of calling, I turn my phone screen down. I know their meeting started at 3pm and lasts about two hours, so I'm expecting a call at 5.

I step out the shower, tying my robe at the side. The first thing I do is glace at the clock.

4:55

I should be receiving that call soon, and since a shower did absolutely nothing to sooth my nerves, I'm hoping their voice will.

I'm back in the kitchen again, my phone sitting in front of me and I reach for the coffee I had left earlier. I take a sip and now it's too cold. What a day. I dump it down the sink without a second thought, it’s not important right now anyways.

5 o'clock rolls around and I'm impatiently bouncing my knee. There isn’t a single notification from them. 10 minutes. I'll wait 10 minutes and then I'll call. The feeling in my chests grows heavier and heavier and I'm counting down every second. I can't look away from my phone, waiting and hoping to see my screen light up.

5:07

That's basically 5:10 right? If I call now, it wouldn't make a difference. I frantically find their contact and click the small button near it. I take a deep breath, then exhale. It's okay. They'll answer and say their meeting ran a little late and scold me for not waiting a full 10 minutes like I promised. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m able to fool neither my mind nor my heart.

It rings, and rings, and rings... then disconnects.

There’s no answer. My heart rate picks up and I call again.

Same as before, it rings but no answer.

I attempt to call again, but the phone slips from my grasp. I hadn't noticed it before but my palms are clammy and covered in sweat, cold sweat. I drag them against my robe and quickly snatch the phone off the floor, skipping a call entirely to find their location.

The little icon is not at their meeting location, it’s not at the coffee shop they enjoy visiting, its nowhere close to home. Instead it stays stagnant at a foreign location, a maze-like pathway between a block of buildings.

I’m unsure about almost everything at the moment, but one thing I know for certain is that I need to find them. I leave my house right away. I call until their voicemail is engraved into my skull. I send text after text, but there’s still no response. I check their location again but the only icon that moves is my own as I get closer to my destination.

The rest of the way I need to continue on foot. I have a gun tucked into the waist of my pants and I don’t know what awaits me, or if I’ll even be able to fight it but if I don’t find them I might go completely insane. My stomach turns at the scent, and sight before me. It’s a dirty alleyway, much dirtier than the one I found them in. It makes me sick. The unease in my body casts over me like a giant shadow and it’s starting to make sense. It feels like a rat in my stomach trying to claw its way through my mouth. I hate it. I hate it so much.

I find their phone, their bag and random sheets on paper scattered through path. They’re covered in muddy footprints and soaked in murky water. Something bad happened, that much I knew, but there’s 3, 4, 5 maybe 6 pairs of footprints here. They were outnumbered.

“Name!” I yell. “Where are you?”

I run further and further down but there’s no sign of them. My heart is pounding against my chest and I’m so so scared. I’m looking everywhere but there’s no one here. I grip onto my hair in frustration. Where are they? Did those people take them away? Who were they? There’re hundreds of people who’d want to hurt me but specifically WHO?

“I-Isaac…?” a weak voice calls behind me.

I’m overcome with relief when I hear them, but the state I see them in as I turn around fills me with worry and rage.

They’re holding onto the mouldy walls, sliding down to the ground when they couldn’t support themselves anymore. Their body and clothes are covered in mud and dirt, ripped and bruised. I rush over to them, supporting their weight against my own body.

I’m worried, so worried but I’m relieved they’re still here. I’m relieved they’re still alive.

“God, Pickle” I place a hand against their back, its warm and wet, and they wince in pain at the pressure. “Where are you hurt? Who did this to you?”

“Isaac,” they smile up at me, a hand reaching for my face. “You came. I knew you’d come.”

I hold their hand against my cheek. “Of course, my love. I’ll always find you I promised to protect you always.”

“My knight.” Their voice comes out faint and dull.

“Yours, always yours.” I lean down to kiss them, gently on their lips. It was supposed to be a simple kiss, more as reassurance to my self than them but I taste iron against my tongue, metallic and salty. I pull away abruptly and their body bends forwards choking on coughs as the red liquid spills from their lips. Blood.

It's on the concrete, my pants and my hands? The hand I had against their back… It's covered in blood?

Their jacket wasn’t soaked with water? The warmth I felt wasn’t from their body? It was their blood.

“Isaac.” Their hand is on my face again, pulling me from my thoughts. “You’re *cough* spacing out my darling.”

I don’t bother responding, pulling their jacket off their shoulder. Red, it's all red. Their shirt is soaked through and through with blood and ripped in multiple areas. Stabs, fuck they were stabbed.

“No no no!” I panic. “I need to do something, I need to get you out of here!”

“Isaac please, I can barely move. Its’s *cough* gonna be okay, just please stay here with me.”

“How could I let this happen to you? Why not me instead?” I feel tears roll down my cheek and I’m terrified.

“It’s not your ugh fault Isaac. Please, for my sake, don’t blame yourself.” Their voice continues to weaken. I feel stupid for honouring their request of just staying here, but some part of me knows that there’s nothing I can do now.

“Isaac, I love you”

“Yes, I know my love. I love you too, I love you more than anything.” I feel like a child again, crying my eyes out. I should be the one comforting them, but my voice is filled with fear and my breathing is unsteady.

“Thank you… for all you’ve done for me.” Their voice fades in and out. “Please don’t ever forget me”

Their hand falls from my face but I catch it pressing it back onto my skin. “No, you have to keep your eyes open! Please! Keep your eyes open name! Don’t let go of me!”

“I’m… sorry Isaac. I don’t think I can.” They barely whisper, their eyes struggling to stay open.

“No please, not now! I’ve only just gotten you, you- you can’t leave me yet.” I held them close, sobbing into their hair.

We never made it home before the downpour. I stayed there with them to the very end. I held them in the freezing cold until their breaths slowed. I held them until the warmth drained from their body and they also grew cold. I stayed there until left me for good.

I held my composure, for their sake, wrapping them in my jacket and took them home. I washed their body until they were completely clean before tucking them into bed. One last time, they were by my side. Tomorrow they’d be resting in my garden resting among the flowers, and my mother would finally meet the love of my life. I hope she’d be proud of me, I hope they’d reflect fondly of me.

I hope they’d forgive me for the things I must do in the future.

I hope they’ll shield their eyes and stay blind to the things I will do. Every last breath of mine will be used to avenge them. I will find those who are responsible for this, and I’ll make sure they regret it.

I couldn’t protect as a knight, so I will destroy everything as a shadow.

#oh look its more isaac angst!#zsakuva #sakuverse #asmr #isaac #isaac rhoades

161 notes · View notes

chilliesillie · 17 days

Text

Isaac Rhoades

Isaac finds you and suddenly this song starts playing~

⋆☾⋆⁺₊

“ Everybody finds somebody someplace

There’s no telling where love may appear ”

⋆☾⋆⁺₊

Everybody Loves Somebody - Dean Martin

that love appears slumped in an alley like an abandoned kitten, apparently,

oh lord look at him i love him

speedpaint cus i love ‘em

#zsakuva #boyfriend audio #isaac rhoades #zsakuva isaac #fanart #sakuverse #speedpaint #isaac my beloved #i love him so much #my pookie #isaac has got me DOWN BAD #dude look at him

130 notes · View notes

zsakuva · 12 days

Note

Hello Saku :D Moi again, my apologies...

Before I ask the question, I just wanted to say that it's amazing to see a content creator interact this much with their viewers. I think I speak for us all when I say that you're awesome for creating such high-quality content and a fun community, King Crumpet! 👑

Ahem, now, I inquire something for incredibly important and serious science:

Andrew and Isaac. Who was the top?

I love reading all of your comments and responding to these questions!

This is such a vital question, isn't it? XD

To appease all those curious: Isaac was the top.

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades #andrew marston

67 notes · View notes

pocketisla · 1 month

Note

I love your drawings sosososo much 🫶🏽

could you draw Isaac Rhoades, our fav PI next?? 🤭😍

Sure! I miss Isaac as well as Andrew so have both Aaa

I love them both

He's my favorite sleeping aid I'm glad there's a sakuverse character I can relate to it's comforting

I'll draw more of daddy Isaac My art drafts of Isaac are so intimate sweet sad and hot 🪭💨😮‍💨🫣 Ill post them when they're done

If you want me to make free sakuverse feel free to use my ask box chuchu you can also tell me what you want them to do (⁠´⁠(⁠ｪ⁠)⁠｀)ﾉ It'll mostly be in black and white though and Ill color them if many peeps want But Luca's will be colored most of the time I MISS LUCA how dare he cremate him in stream 😤🫵🏻

#sakuverse #zsakuva #andrew #marston #isaac #rhoades

69 notes · View notes

elleneedsleep · 15 days

Text

Call me crazy, but I was reading Speak of the Devil (a bl manhwa) and you cannot tell me that there is no similarity between these two and Isaac & Andrew:

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades #andrew marston

63 notes · View notes

nanachozip · 17 days

Text

isaac would be the driest texter in the history of phone owners, you cannot convince me otherwise. i’m talking proper grammar and punctuation, no emojis (not even the ‘old fashioned’ ones), barely even an exclamation mark most days.

that being said, him leaving you on read/delivered is unheard of, (you could probably count the number on one hand). aside from the few times he was in an important meeting, his response time would be out of this world. don’t even bother closing the app, by the time you do, you’d have a response from him. especially if you’re outside! to the point where you look over your shoulder to check if he was there, it feels like he knew you were going to text him.

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades #nana thinks(?)

62 notes · View notes

faeskiss · 20 days

Text

thinking about how isaac was so lonely for SO SO SO SO SO long and had gotten completely used to it before he met pickle makes me wanna BAWL MY EYES OUT poor bby 😭 😭😭😭

#sakuverse #zsakuva #zsakuva isaac #isaac rhoades

61 notes · View notes

jasminepicksflowers · 3 days

Text

Y’all….what if when pickle decided to leave and start a life of their own they become really famous like a singer and write songs about Isaac…without never mentioning his name…and Isaac KNOWS it’s about him but doesn’t say anything so pickle sings their heart out about Isaac and how much he meant to them…and Isaac can’t do anything about it..stay with me now

#zsakuva #isaac rhoades #sakuverse #angst #maybe fluff?#could be fluff

60 notes · View notes

aestheticpearl · 3 months

Text

— 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧·˚ isaac fucking you till you can’t remember your own name

warnings. gn!reader, dirty talk, overstimulation, cum eating, size kink, dumbification, bit of brat taming

“relax baby, i’ve got this” you state while adjusting yourself on top of isaac. “you seem so…tense.” your hand trails up his buttoned up shirt stopping at his stiff collar.

your former boss looks up at you with pleading eyes and a blush that has spread from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears.

“i just don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

“isaac..” your voice sends a shiver up his spine while his blood flows down in the other direction. god you sounded hot when you said his name like that. your fingers begin fiddling with the buttons on his shirt —slowly undoing them as you continued. “i am no porcelain doll.”

his hands move to your thighs before speaking again.

“i can handle it.”

that’s what you were doing right? handling it with your face smushed in a pillow as isaac plowed into you from behind.

“how you feeling baby? does that feel good?” you only let out a whine in response as you shift your hips and he hits a spot inside you that makes your legs feel weak. you’re biting your lip hard enough to almost draw blood until isaac leans down to have you be flush against his chest — kissing your shoulders and playfully nipping at your ear lobe.

“you take it so well, certainly ‘handling’ it.” he whispers sweetly into your ear and kissing your cheek before he sits back up and pushes you into a deep arch.

“shit you’re so good.” you smirk at the statement.

“i bet you say that to all the people you sleep with.” his hips falter for a brief moment as he processes what you said before picking back up at an ungodly pace, reaching the deepest parts of you.

“what a bratty thing to say.” he’s basically abusing your g-spot at this point to where you’re almost seeing stars.

“you shouldn’t think things like that.”

the moans that spill out of your mouth are loud and you feel as though you have no control over them, your body feels too good.

“in fact, you shouldn’t be thinking at all.” arousal blooms between your legs at his words.

“i am going to fuck you so good that you’ll forget your name.”

it’s been hours, the air in the room is thick and heavy, just like something else you know. something that continues to slide in and out of you, stretching you in the most pleasing ways. isaac kept true to his word, fucking you until there is not a thought inside your head except the word ‘more.’ you’ve cum more times then you can count and yet he keeps going, overstimulating you just so he can see you squirm beneath him.

“mmmore please~” you can feel another high approaching, your whole body aches for release.

“one more baby — almost there .” he grunts as he gets lost in the way you feel around him.

“yeah that’s it.” he lets out a moan as he lets his high crash over him like a wave and feels your walls spasm around his cock.

you feel his cum drip down your thigh and make quick work to reach between your legs and spread some onto your fingers before keeping eye contact with him as you place your cum covered fingers on your tongue. isaac watches you practically hypnotized and unable to look away.

“t-that was..” before he can finish his own sentence he flips you over and kisses you with a starved hunger.

he moans into your mouth when he tastes himself on your tongue and you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss as his hands moves down your body to gently squeeze your thighs.

“how about one more round?”

you whine but agree and spread your legs for him and he gets to work, clean up the mess he made. the stimulation to your sensitive area makes your hips twitch a little. isaac is quick to put his hand over top of you and apply light pressure and the action only makes you more turned on.

“shhh relax baby, i’ve got this.”

woah new format!

did you dorks miss me? (girl it’s been a week)

.masterlist

.love always <3 pearl

#pearl’s ❤︎ works #zsakuva #sakuverse #zsakuva audio #zsakuva fan fic #zsakuva headcanons #zsaku #zsaku isaac rhoades #isaac rhoades smut #zsakuva isaac rhoades #zsaku isaac #zsakuva isaac #sakuverse smut

84 notes · View notes

literary-motif · 9 days

Text

Time Stands Still

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

Warnings: insomnia, talk of guns

Isaac suffers from insomnia.

Your heartfelt chuckle sounded through the bedroom unprompted, the vibrations of your chest reverberating against Isaac’s side. “I just remembered what I dreamed about last night,” you said, smiling to yourself.

Isaac hummed, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your unmistakable scent. The comfort you gave him made his heart ache, and he could no longer imagine lying in this bed, living in this house without you by his side. “Oh?” he answered in a breath, curious to hear about your dream.

“Well, I was lying in bed with you, but it was somehow made of clouds,” you answered, tilting your head to look up at him and shooting him a beaming smile, “and we were floating over the city until we somehow reached England. Then we got dinner at the Rizz and took a walk in St. James Park. You fell asleep on my chest on the way back to the States while I looked at the stars.”

The description of your dream made Isaac smile, but it was accompanied by the hollow feeling that much time would pass until he would be comfortable enough to take you out, let alone to London. Too much could happen. Too many people — enemies he’d made — could rip you away from him in an instant, and he knew he would not survive losing you.

“It’s silly, I know,” you said, nuzzling your face into his neck and peppering kisses along his jaw in the way you knew made him melt. “What did you dream about?” you asked absentmindedly, ready to have Isaac tell you about something absurd, like making a three-course meal out of pickles and uncooked pasta.

He sighed, unraveling under your lips and allowing himself to relax into your touch. “I don’t remember,” he said honestly, noting your grunt of disapproval. “It’s better that way,” he added under his breath, something about the softness of the moment unwrapping the many layers of secrecy he kept around himself at all times. He had told you he trusted you countless times, but he was still working on showing it to you.

Isaac’s admission made your ears perk up, halting you mid-kiss for a moment. Patiently, you waited for him to continue.

Taking a deep breath, Isaac fought the instinct to draw up his walls again and tense. He trusted you, he did, but being vulnerable was still a novelty to him and no matter how much he wanted to lay his should bare before you, he could was still not entirely comfortable doing so.

“When I do sleep, my dreams are always nightmares. I don’t remember any other,” he admitted softly, keeping his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he felt you raise your head, undoubtedly looking at him with a compassionate expression, “I’ve grown used to them, so don't start worrying.”

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes flickered down to meet yours. “I’m sorry,” you said, caressing his cheek tenderly and leaning up to place a kiss against his lips. You wanted to comfort him, but were not sure how to go about it as he looked back at you with slight amusement in his eyes.

“It’s fine,” he murmured, running his fingers through your hair and scratching slightly against your scalp, knowing how much you liked it. “They don't bother me.” You relaxed against him, sinking deeper into his chest as his gentle touch chased away all the tension in your body.

“This feels nice,” you mumbled, shifting the covers around you to make sure they were wrapped around Isaac as well before closing your eyes, surrendering to the increasing pull of sleep. You were exhausted. The work as a private investigator, while thrilling, was also draining and extremely stressful.

On the edge of sleep, you heard Isaac’s soft voice, whispering into the secure darkness of your shared bedroom, “Now I have you to chase away my nightmares. Good night, I love you.” The brush of his lips on your forehead was the last thing you felt before drifting off to sleep, leaving Isaac behind in the realm of waking.

He couldn’t sleep. Of course he couldn't.

There was never a specific reason for it, he just couldn’t, and it was extremely aggravating to have Asirel take a single glance at the dark shadows beneath his eyes and ‘tsk’ him, commanding him to take better care of himself or else. As if he wasn’t trying to.

As if he hadn’t tried everything already and then some to fight off whatever spell of wakefulness was put on him as the world around him slept. It wasn’t fair, but he had resigned himself to his fate long ago after one too many times of trying whispered remedies and magic cures that were supposed to work without fail, trust me.

They never did, and he was tired of searching for them, instead keeping his tired eyes open, staring into the darkness surrounding him until the first rays of the golden morning sun illuminated the bedroom, his thoughts going haywire through the silent night.

After lying in bed for one, two hours, he used to get up and just return to his study to work through the dull paperwork he had put off during the day with the quiet hope that it would bore him enough to fall asleep at his desk late at night. He never managed to fall asleep, but at least he got some work done.

That had become impossible to do since you began sharing his bed, using him as a pillow to keep your own nightmares at bay. You had told him that his presence made you feel safe, that the sound of his heartbeat calmed you down, and that the feeling of his arms around you had a fuzzy feeling settling in your chest, making you feel warm. He did not dare to shift away, nor loosen his secure embrace around you.

No, you were much too precious for him to let go of.

It did not help that in the dead of night, every strange noise sounded more threatening to his sleep-deprived brain than it would have been during the day. Everything felt like a threat, an imminent attack. Isaac perked up at every little noise come three o’clock in the morning, too tired to keep up the reasoning that his house was safe. He had bulletproof glass, for god’s sake.

That did not convince him though, and he spent every moment listening, waiting for the tell-tale sound of someone picking the high-security lock or smashing the windows that would halt a bullet in its path, breaking into his home. What would he do?

How fast could the intruders ascend the stairs? How much time would he have to reach for the gun in his bedside drawer? What if he didn’t notice? What if they were just too quiet for him to realize what was going on, understanding only dawning when they swung open the bedroom door? How much time would it take for him to push you away from the path of a flying bullet? He would fail.

The thought made him shiver, arms tightening around you. Isaac inhaled deeply, counting the seconds before exhaling, hoping that you could not feel his heart hammering almost painfully against his ribcage. Slowly, adamant not to wake you, he reached toward the bedside table, needing to check the security cameras.

He would spend hours staring at the screen, needing to be certain that there was nobody there, needing to make sure that you were safe with him.

In the morning, you awoke to Isaac’s arms still wrapped around you, the display showing the security cameras resting in his limp hand. You could not help but sigh, placing it back on the bedside table and intertwining your fingers with his instead.

Not daring to get up, lest you should wake him from the sleep he so rarely got, you settled on gazing at his expression. Isaac’s brows were furrowed, evidence of the nightmare plaguing him, and you traced a feather-light touch across his brow to smooth out his frown.

Seeing the shadows on his face made your heart ache, wishing he could catch at least a few hours of precious, restful sleep. You shifted slowly, placing a soft kiss under his tired eyes. "I wish I truly could chase away your nightmares," you whispered.

#sakuverse #zsakuva #isaac rhoades #isaac rhoades x reader

65 notes · View notes

mitsukitsume · 12 days

Text

This idea was inspired by @chilliesillie ! I decided to change it up just a bit but I hope you like it!

Pov : Isaac gets worried about you!

It had been a very long time since you went out . You noticed you needed a few things and the weather today was quite nice aswell , what could be a better day to go shopping? You told Isaac and at first he insisted on him going with you but you told him that you'll be fine . After some consideration Isaac said fine but he told you to tell him when you reach town and when you are about to leave.

You reached town and informed Isaac then went on with your shopping it had been very long since you went shopping and you got yourself quite alot of things. Time flew by and you realised it was getting a bit you decided to hurry home and give Isaac a call.

"Hello! Isaac I am about to come home soon . I'll be there in 15 minutes"

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No I am okay! I did alot of shopping. Everything was so pretty!! I just felt like buying everything, I even bought you somethi- aahh!!"

And before you know you slipped down a few steps of the stairs and your phone slipped and fell somewhere. You also dropped a shopping bag , inside one of the shopping bag was a glass bottle of cologne that you bought for Isaac . It shattered on falling down and made a very loud noise .

"Hello!? Y/N!? Are you there !?? Are you okay!?!??"

You heard isaac's voice coming from your phone. Your phone was underneath the shopping bag and just when you were about to pick it up someone stepped over it accidentally.

"WAIT STOP!!!"

Were the last words that Isaac heard before the phone got cut off. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest . He felt as if his world had came crashing down upon him. All he could remember was his own childhood trauma. It's as if he watched all over again. Isaac quickly got up , grabbed his g*n and headed straight to his car. Isaac always had hoped this day would never come. His biggest nightmares were being played Infront of him. His hands were shaking and he kept whispering under his breath. "Please....no...no.. please....not them...oh...god... please" his eyes were filled with tears and his heart full of fear.

Meanwhile the stranger who stepped on your phone, quickly stopped and apologised. You looked at his tall tan figure. He had long grey hair. He immediately got down and helped you.

"I am terribly sorry! Here let me help you."

He helped you gather your supplies.

"Are you okay? Do you feel pain anywhere?"

"Just my ankle...thank you for helping me"

"it's my pleasure ! Take care and have a good day!"

He left shortly after. You tried to use your broken phone to call back Isaac but it didn't turn on. You took a deep sigh and took a few steps forward until you saw a car coming over your direction at full speed , when you took a closer look , it was Isaac's car. You were happy that Isaac came to pick you up because your ankle hurt really bad. In your mind he was there to pick you up but in Isaac's mind something terrible had happened to you. He quickly stopped his car and got out to hold you.His face was red and tears were dripping down his face non-stop. He was visibly shaking as well.

"A-ARE...YOU -UHH O-OKAY!?"

He could barely even talk. You couldn't bare see Isaac in this state. You heart was shattered. You immediately hold him and ask him what's wrong. You tell him to calm down and you both went inside the car.

"Isaac.. please look at me , I am completely okay alright? Everything is fine just take a deep breath okay?"

Isaac takes a deep breath and calms himself down. He tries to say something but you shush him down.

"Shh just calm down Hun. I am okay. See hear my heartbeat, I am alive and well.."

Isaac finally calmed down and asked you what happened.

" I-I heard you scream and something shatter and than your voice again..I thought something bad happened to you."

"While I was talking to you, my foot had slipped and I feel down a few steps of the stairs, upon falling I dropped the bottle of cologne that I brought for you and it made a loud shattering noise. Then someone stepped on my phone! My broke and that's why I couldn't call you back!"

It all made sense to him now. He was shocked but he had never felt so relieved in his life ever before.

"oh gosh ..I thought something... happened t-"

"Hey, it's alright everything's fine. I am right for you and always will be honey"

You pull Isaac into a hug and gently kiss his forehead and then his lips.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

I again apologize if it's not like you wanted! I tried my best😅. I really hope you like it. ❤️❤️❤️

#zsakuva #sakuverse #isaac rhoades

55 notes · View notes