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IN SECRET (2013)

dir. charlie stratton

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“The Resistance will not be intimidated.”

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OSCAR ISAAC as POE DAMERON Star Wars: Episode VII - The Force Awakens (2015) | Dir. J.J. Abrams

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Oscar Isaac as Marc Spector Moon Knight S1.E3 "The Friendly Type"

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Oscar Isaac as Nathan in Ex Machina

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OSCAR ISAAC as Marc Spector Moon Knight (2022) Episode 4: The Tomb

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STAR WARS: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK | 1980

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Paul Newman & Joanne Woodward in THE LONG, HOT SUMMER (1958) dir. Martin Ritt

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OSCAR ISAAC as SANTIAGO GARCIA TRIPLE FRONTIER (2019)

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OSCAR ISAAC Netflix Tudum 2025: The Live Event — May 31, 2025

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Only Monsters Create Monsters

Pairing: Dr. Victor Frankenstein [2025] x creature!reader (NSFW)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Victor Frankenstein tries to outrun you, his creature. He has such hatred and distain for you, but is it really all an act of self preservation?

The Devil works hard, but Oscar Isaac as Dr. Frankenstein works even harder? Crazy how I go into crazy spurts of wanting to write, happy summer! Reader is kinda supposed to take on a bit of a bride of Frankenstein role here! Deviation from original book, not canon blah blah blah 18+ only you remember the drill

"You are blasphemy against God, you have damned yourself to an eternity of hellfire due to your hubris. What happens now is well deserved, Victor."

He runs. Runs and runs and runs across a frozen landscape, escaping visions of your newly arose body flash before his eyes. You were a mistake, he should have immediately burned your blueprints and body before the reanimation process ever began. His floor length wool coal whips against the wind, collar slapping him against his face. 

It was a rather beautiful place to die, the sunset breaking over the glaciers casting a hue of pink and orange across the ice. This wasn't a suicide, it was an escape. A mixture of tears and snot plastered to his face, forming and creating miniature icicles that froze upon contact. He could no longer control you anymore, no longer keep up with your insatiable desires. His time on this Earth was coming to an end, and He'd rather be it by his own hands than that of a monster.

God. If you exist. If you hear me now, end my suffering. Kill me. I cannot bear another day on this hellish earth with my creation. If you cannot spare me, I will accept my penance and spend eternity in hell

He knew you were somewhere out here. You wouldn’t let him escape that easily. Outrunning you seemed to be a futile process. Maybe it was divine intervention. Maybe the exhaustion and cold finally overtook the older man's body. A final merciful death as his body froze. 

Victor landed with a silent thud against the cold, barren tundra. A whisper against an unforgiving climate.

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His eyes readjust, blinking slowly as the harsh light of sunlight reflected from freshly fallen snow assaults his senses. His body weak and covered in milky yellow patches, fingers and toes still tough like wax paper. Thick, dark curls fluffed and disheveled framed his unshaven face, brows furrowed together in confusion. Patches of thick, frozen ice still stuck to his coarse beard. 

The familiarity of his laboratory began to come into view, the glass pane spiderweb-esque window behind him as he rested his head on a makeshift bed. A place he spent countless nights when he refused to leave your side, even during slumber. How he returned here seemed nothing short of otherworldly. 

Something stirred within his loins. At first it was a subtle bounce, signaling someone else is occupying this bed with him. He blinks, looking up to find you on top of him -- naked, like you usually are —

he has given you the finest of clothes, tailored from the finest artisans in Switzerland, yet you always strip yourself of them, choosing to run wild and naked through his castle without care for proper society

— your cunt stretches and pulsates around him as he's deep inside you. Perhaps he was dead. Perhaps this is his eternal punishment. His eyes showed with a glint of hatred, yet the whole scene before him was nothing short of titillating. He watched as your breasts rose as fall with each bounce of your hips, moaning as you took pleasure out of his half-frozen state. 

Victor’s voice came out, a raspy, delicious sound of a man riddled from sleep. 

"Y-you harlot. You slut. I've given you life and all you could possibly desire and yet you cannot be satisfied? All you do is take and take and take, like a greedy streetwalker. You were a mistake — you belong to the streets, or better yet, you should return to what you once were Dead." 

His words are icy. Cold, trembling with each syllable. Whether from pleasure, or his still frigid body attempting to find any warmth. The way his hands could easily reach up past your bosom, finding the false pulse point within your neck that thrums beneath your bastardization of what one may call human flesh. How easily he could just take his fingers, digging in and snapping your neck to the side.

God giveth, and God taketh away. How fickle life is.

But he barely can deny the pleasure he gains from your flesh, as you bounce your perfectly created form on his cock, thick and stretching out your walls fully. 

He should know, he molded you to take his cock perfectly, every inch and crevice and vein fitting inside you like a perfect puzzle piece. 

You smile down and laugh at him, your flesh stitched together parts unable to fully interpret his words. They have no meaning to you -- your life is sex and honey and animalistic intentions, continuing to explore your body with your hands as you find your perked nipples, moaning at discovery of extra stimulation. 

This is the perfect human. This is how we should be. An ascent to our truest forms. Raw, here are his arms. You’re beautiful. Otherworldly. Godlike. 

Blasphemous.

You chase that constant high he gave you the first night of your creation - raw, feral, an unhinged animal as he slammed his cock into your pussy over and over again. Unable to even move you to the bedroom, he climbed atop your lab table, body still sparking from the lightning that brought your flesh to life. Your sharp nails clawed into his back, leaving bright red lines in their wake. Proving your existence -- proving that his ultimate desire has manifested. 

"Y-You've damned me to an eternity in hell. My lust has finally consumed me, and I despise what I have created." You just moan in response, your eyes rolling back in your head as your hips thrust in tandem down the length of his cock. You feel the familiar heat rising within your stomach, threatening to release at any moment. 

"V-v...." a pathetic phoneme of his name. The air in your lungs rushing past your vocal cords, giving a first attempt to finally speak -- something other than just guttural moans and grunts, something that stirs an unknown itch. 

Victor's eyes grow wild, his anger bubbling deep within him enough to gain a semblance of strength in his frozen limbs. His hands reach up to squeeze the flesh of your hips, sinking into it as he flips both of you over, 

"D-Don't fucking...don't fucking say my name! You don't deserve to speak my name, you disgusting slut. Y-you abomination you...you..." his hips stutter, unable to even convince himself he doesn't want this. That he doesn't want you.

"L-look at you, howling and moaning like a bitch in heat. You can't even understand a single word, yet you understand all the pleasure I could bring to you."

His thrusts become ruthless, intense. If he wasn't careful he would bruise his little creation, inside and out. Perhaps this is the only way to destroy you. Remind you where you belong.

"Perhaps I should just tie you up here against this bed, and use you over and over again like a little harlot off the streets. Would you like that? Is that what would make your creation worthwhile?"

Acting like he didn't hand stitch and perfectly pick each piece to accurately place all of his desires, his needs, the things that woke him up in the middle of the night--sweat sticking to his brow and legs covered in sticky semen. You came to him in dreams. In nightmares. In visions in the market. In pieces and fragments of past women he's fucked, none of them you. 

"That's all you are. All you are good for. Something to keep my cock warm. A woman of many holes in which I could stuff and use at my leisure. What fascinating research this will be, I'm sure every one of my colleagues would love to hear the way you moan and watch as you writhe while impaled by me…” 

When you orgasm, it works your whole body, a shudder running through you not unlike the lightning bolt which awakened you first. Your nails claw down his chest desperately, leaving fresh marks that will scar over in time. Red blood leaks into your nail beds, as your breath is ragged and tired. 

Victor's orgasm follows shortly after, his dark eyes fluttering closed as his rich lashes rest gently on his olive skin. His come seeps deep inside of you, as you greedily take every last drop. You’re satisfied, but it won’t last long. You do this song and dance over and over, never feeling full. 

There's silence in the air. Something that lingers between you two, breaths mingling as his chest rises and falls. His soft lips part as his eyes remain closed, leaving behind a single sentence before he allows himself to be overcome by sleep once again.

"I...I fucking despise you. I should have killed you."

But he couldn't even speak it with a straight face. 

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OSCAR ISAAC as Duke Leto Atreides in DUNE (2021), dir. Denis Villeneuve

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Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron

The Rise of Skywalker (2019)

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Oscar Isaac as Poe Dameron

The Last Jedi (2017)

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Enjoyed fiddling with the wonderful Chromograph brush pack. It looks so real!!