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marble-anime · 1 year

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Toxic Fan Culture

Pairing: Isaac Foster x Reader

Summary: The infamous serial killer, Isaac Foster, meets someone akin to a fan that would love nothing more than to please their idol.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, cursing, blowjob, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie

Word Count: 2.4k

You’ve been down here for days. Weeks? Maybe even months. You weren’t sure. Not getting a beam of sunlight or a breath of fresh air made the days blur together. You didn’t mind though. As long as you were with him it didn’t bother you. You’d heard of him before, everyone had. The rumors of the laughing reaper spread like wildfire. The infamous Isaac Foster. It came as a shock to everyone when the killings ceased, it seemed like he had just up and vanished. Who would’ve thought that all this time he was hiding in the basement of a chapel?

You always wondered what happened to him. You’d walk down dark sketchy alleyways just to see if he’d pop out and grab you. Ever since you were a child you knew to keep your morbid fascinations to yourself. Having been on the receiving end of many distasteful stares as you shared your analyses about different serial killers and what went on in their minds. That paired with your constant, abnormal, state of arousal branded you as a ‘freak’.

Personally, you thought you were completely normal. After all, you’d been this way for as long as you could remember. What else were you supposed to think? Perhaps you watched one too many horror movies as a kid. Or maybe you were just born with a few screws loose. The only downside was that he found you as off-putting and disturbing as everyone else did.

Zack thought you were insane. Normally the sacrifices were terrified from the moment they stepped a foot onto his floor. And rightfully so, being abducted and waking up in an elevator lowering down to a basement that looked like an escape room brought to life.

You were the one exception. Either you were good at hiding your terror or you truly weren’t afraid in the slightest, waltzing out of the elevator as calm and collected as you could be. But that was about to change.

Unbeknownst to you he’d been stalking you as you made your way through his killing grounds, waiting for the right moment to reveal himself. He quickly grew bored of your blank face and hid inside a boarded-up alleyway, listening to the sound of your footsteps getting louder the closer you got. When he heard you on the other side he swung his scythe. Cutting through the boards and almost killing you right then and there.

Your eyes were wide, mouth agape, as you watched the bandaged monster step out of the alley, wooden shards crunching beneath his boots. It was the way he psychotically laughed at your shocked expression that tipped you off.

In your starstruck daze, you reached out to touch him, asking, “You’re Isaac Foster right?”

He pushed you away, suddenly being reminded of an encounter he had similar to this one. A woman reaching out a shaky hand, trying to seduce him into letting her go. Her facade crumbled to dust immediately when he rejected her advances. Although being lied to left a sour taste in his mouth, he couldn’t deny how gratifying it was to cut her up into pieces. And soon your body would be sliced open as you cry and scream for him to stop just like she did.

“I’ll give you till the count of three to run,” he started his usual spiel, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “One.” You just stared at him. Poor thing, he thought sadistically, you must be frozen in fear. “Two.” He raised his scythe. “Three.” You were hit by a gust of wind as the blade cut through the air, stopping only millimeters away from your neck.

“Huh?” His excitement vanished, replaced by confusion. “Why the hell aren’t you runnin’?”

“Hey.” Your fingers grazed the blade, lowering it from your neck as you stared at the man in front of you in awe, “How long have you been hiding down here? And what exactly is this place? Are there more serial killers in this building or just you?”

Frustrated by your curiosity, he threatened to hurt you. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t deter you from asking him anything and everything you could think of. His first instinct was to kill you, especially with that giddy look on your face, but the way you looked at him gave him the creeps.

So he ended up letting you live. It was the same old song and dance every day since then. He would distance himself from you while you constantly pursued him, sometimes even romantically. God, the thought made him want to vomit. How sick in the head were you to want to have a fling with a literal serial killer? Regardless, he had to get rid of you soon or he was gonna lose his mind even more than he already had.

He was lounging on the couch in his room, trying to get some rest when he heard the door open. He groaned, “What now?”

When you didn’t answer he turned his head to look at you. His body went stiff at the sight of you. You hid behind the doorway as you peeked inside the room. Your body was trembling, short breaths escaping your parted lips. You looked terrified. You gasped as your eyes met his and you took off. Almost as if he was possessed, he quickly grabbed his scythe and ran after you.

Adrenaline pumping through his veins, his laugh bouncing off the walls, as he chased you through his floor. You disappeared into the room at the end of the hall and closed the door behind you. Zack slammed his shoulder into the door, nearly knocking it off the hinges. He paused as he entered the room. You didn’t try to run or hide. You just stood there with that fearful expression, batting your eyelashes as you spoke, “Please don’t kill me, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” As his head cleared, he realized what you were doing. He gripped the handle of his scythe in anger. “You were faking it?”

“It was the only way to get you to pay attention to me,” you said.

He was seething as you approached him. You shoved him, catching him off guard as his back hit the wall. “Hey!”

“You have a scythe,” you pointed out, pressing your body up against his. “You can stop me if you really want to.”

Zack’s eyes never left you as you leaned in to kiss his lips. He watched you for a moment, not moving a muscle. He didn’t know why he was letting this happen, anyone else would be a red splatter on the pavement. If it weren’t for his pride he might’ve been able to entertain the idea that maybe he enjoyed the way you looked at him. Your eyes filled with adoration like he was your idol, desperate for his attention. Even now, when you touched him you were as gentle as could be, not wanting to hurt him.

Lids fluttering shut, he began to move his lips against yours. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he kissed back. You hummed in contentment and stood on your toes. The kiss heated up quickly with both of you releasing your pent-up tension. He craned his neck, trying to keep up with you. His hood fell to his shoulders as you ran your hands through his hair. You gasped into each other's mouths for oxygen. He flinched away when he felt your tongue graze his lips.

Looking up at him, you could see the hint of arousal in his heterochromia eyes. Being desired by him made you feel like you were on top of the world. You dropped to your knees and began undoing his pants.

“What are you doing?” he asked, not bothering to stop you.

“Sucking your dick.” You pulled his pants down just enough for his hard cock to spring out. You teased, “Are you always hard when you kill or is this just for me?”

“Shut up,” he spat through gritted teeth as he anxiously awaited your next move.

You kissed from the base of his cock to the tip before taking it into your mouth. “Shit!” The loud clang of the scythe hitting the ground echoed through the room. He fought off a moan, your mouth felt so good. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head, stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand.

You felt him brush his fingers against your shoulder, not sure where to put his hands. You halted your movements and swirled your tongue around the tip as you grabbed his wrist. You placed his hand on the back of your head, helping him nudge you forward. He quickly picked up on what you were trying to tell him and pushed your head down his cock. He tried to get your lips all the way down to the base, relishing in the sound of you gagging on his dick.

“Fuck.” The tears pooling in your eyes as he violated your throat was doing more for him than it should have. You held eye contact with him as tears ran down your cheeks. You reached a hand up to grab his hip, trying to pull him towards you. He thrusted into your mouth, tangling his bandaged fingers in your hair to get better control of your head. You allowed him to go as fast as he wanted, taking all he had to give. Of course, with Zack being Zack, he set a brutal pace.

Saliva ran down your chin as he violently fucked your face, aggressive grunts and groans leaving his mouth. You gripped his thigh when he shoved his entire cock down your throat, breathing through your nose so you didn’t suffocate. You went to touch his balls but it wasn’t needed, the vibrations from you choking on his cock was enough. Both of his hands held you in place as his salty cum flooded your mouth.

You slurped it down and pulled off his cock, noticing that it was still hard. When you got back on your feet he beat you to the punch. With his hand cradling your face, he pulled you into a deep kiss that had your knees going weak. He lifted you by your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Without breaking the kiss he walked back to his room and threw you down on the couch.

As you both quickly undressed he warned, “I’ve never really…”

“It’s fine.” You threw your clothes on the ground and stood up. “Just lay down and I’ll guide you through it.”

Zack laid on the couch, completely bare except for the bandages wrapped around his body, and you climbed on top of him. You grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip against your slick pussy. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

You slowly sunk down on his cock until every inch of his was inside you. The air left Zack’s lungs, his jaw dropping at the sensation of your pussy sucking him in. A stunned expression adorning his face, you asked, “You okay?”

He squirmed beneath you, adjusting to the new feeling. “It’s so warm.”

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest and rolling your hips. Zack tried to hold back from cumming right then. In an attempt to distract himself from your velvety walls massaging him, he teased you just as you had done to him, “Do you fuck all serial killers you come across or is it just me?”

Knowing what he was doing, you answered, “Just you,” and began to bounce on his cock. “Damn it.” He knew he wasn't going to last long. Throwing his head back, he tried not to watch your boobs bounce as you fucked yourself on his cock. But you weren’t gonna make it easy for him. “You wanna feel ‘em?” You placed his hand on your breast and, unable to resist, he groped and kneaded your boob. His other hand traced up your voluptuous curves, taking note of how soft your skin was compared to his burned flesh.

“Ah, Zack!” you moaned, reaching down to rub your clit. Your walls clenched around him as his hips bucked into you, hitting your sweet spot. “Keep doing that.”

His hands found their way to your waist, helping you rock back and form as he thrusted up into your warm, wet, cunt. “Just like that.” Feeling his cock twitch inside you and the growls that left his throat, you knew he was close. So you raced to get yourself to the edge before he reached it himself. But honestly, it wasn’t all that hard. As inexperienced as he was, he was still so fucking sexy. And the way he manhandled you earlier left your skin burning with desire.

“Harder.” His nails dug into your flesh, bracing you for what was to come. He pounded his cock into you, leaving you breathless as he used you for his own pleasure. Your moans became irregular and choked up at the feel of his erratic thrust hitting deep inside you. You gasped, body convulsing as your orgasm rippled through you. He gave you one last powerful thrust before emptying his balls deep inside you.

As he lowered his hips, you kept yourself steady by leaning your hands on his torso. “That was amazing.” Zack hummed in response, trying to catch his breath. He was shocked by your next words, “You wanna go another round?”

“You can’t wait five minutes before your tryin’ to bang me again?!” he asked, his cock was still sensitive from your previous activities.

“I just love sex,” you shrugged. “If you could kill people all day then wouldn’t you?”

“Duh,” he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well that's what it's like with me,” you explained, “just with sex instead of murder.”

He frowned at your flushed face as he contemplated it in his head. Damn you, he thought, you were still looking at him with that loving expression. Sighing, he said, “Give me ten minutes and we can go again.”

“Yay!” you cheered.

You grabbed a blanket that was hanging off of the armrest and used it to cover you both. Zack grimaced when you placed sweet kisses on his chest. “The hell are you doing that for?”

“I’m giving you affection.” You cuddled into him, looking up at him with big doe eyes.

“Gross.” He closed his eyes, letting you hold him close as you both rested. Maybe keeping you around for a while wouldn’t be such a bad idea. “Do it again.”

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ravi-deactivated · 1 year

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𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

„I can't hold back when you look like this.“

featuring: zack foster

cw: vaginal sex, blood play, praise, creampie, reader has a nose bleed mid sex and zack goes feral over it, zack can't build a single sentence without a curse word

18+ content - MDNI

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The air around you is heavy, thickened by your harsh exhales. A thin film of sweat covers your skin while you move your hips in rolling, fluent movements and a moan leaks your throat as you feel that familiar bump against your g-spot again.

Hazy eyes slide down to your palms placed on scarred skin beneath you, trail further over collarbones and tensed muscles, eventually rest on Zack's face.

His breathing is as heavy as yours, lips parting with deep moans and hissed breaths while his hands rest on your hips, guide them while he moves his lower body along with yours, meets your thrusts halfway through, shoves himself even further up into you.

With a shivering sigh, you press your palms harder against his chest, feel his burn scars beneath your fingers. You cherish the feeling.

It took a while for you to be allowed to see him without his bandages, took a lot of trust for him to show himself to you without any cover.

By now he thinks that with every time you run your fingers over his damaged skin without hesitation, he falls even more for you.

Oxytocin pumps through his veins and straight into his brain, makes him high, makes him see nothing but you above him.

You are so perfect in comparison with him, flawless in his eyes, way too perfect for someone like him.

He hears a whine break from your throat and his gaze softens slightly as it lingers on your face, the aroused expression on it, the way your lips part and the glassy tears in your eyes.

He sees your skin glisten with sweat, sees the glow on your lips, your breasts, your stomach, your thighs.

It's like an aphrodisiac, makes him grab your hips harder, makes him tense his body while he tries to somehow pick up the pace, tries to ignore the burning exhaustion in his thighs.

He sees how you lightly arch your back above his thrusts, feels how your nails dig into the skin of his chest.

„ah- fuck- Zack-“

His name sounds so good when you say it. He wants to hear it over and over again, doesn't care if you moan, cry or scream it.

A groan leaves his throat as the sound echoes in his head, his fingers dig deeper into the skin of the upper part of your thigh.

He lowers his eyes down to the middle of your body, watches himself sliding in and out of you, sees the skin of his lower body glisten with your fluids.

He wants to make you come in this position, wants to see and feel you fall apart in despair above him, wants to catch you when you fall, wants to hold you before he starts chasing his own high.

While he estimates the right moment to put his finger against your clit to make you come undone, he suddenly hears a low „shit-“ coming from you.

He thinks it to be just a regular curse at first, caused by arousal and overstimulation, but when he feels your rhythm falter, slowing down, he furrows his brows, slows his own thrusts before raising his eyes.

He wants to ask what's wrong, slightly annoyed with the sudden disruption as he trails his eyes up your torso above him. But when they rest on your face, he chokes on the question, feels his mind stumble over the simplest thoughts.

There's a switch being turned in his head, further and further as he stares at you, watches how you hold your hand in front of your nose.

Blood slips through between your fingers, he watches how it runs over the back of your hand and down your arm.

His mind clouds, it's like he can smell you more intensely, can smell your blood, craves to taste it on his tongue.

A sharp gasp echoes from his throat when the first drop hits his chest. His bones shiver at the sensation, he feels his heart slowing down, feels like the world slowly stops around him.

Hunger grows inside of him. A rush he can not stop.

„Fuck, sorry.“

Your voice barely breaks through to him, gets partially lost in the clouds filling his brain, in the immense ache taking over his mind.

„I'll clean this up. Let me just-“

You want to get up from his legs, try to pull away, but Zack's fingers tighten like vices around the skin of your hips, keep you in place, push you further down his cock.

The questioning gaze you give him is met by his hypnotized stare, his eyes locked on the blood still running through the gaps between your fingers.

„Zack, what-“

He slowly shakes his head before you can finish, sits up and wraps an arm around your waist before he grabs your hand and pulls it away from your nose.

With an embarrassed expression, you allow him to pull your hand away, feel blood drip from your fingers onto his, see it trailing in a thin line down his arm.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look at him, feel his eyes lay so heavily on you that you think you can feel it burn through your skin, feel the heat of his body now that he is so much closer to you.

Zack feels like he's going insane, watches how blood runs from your nose to your lips, from your lips to your chin, sees it trail over your neck, to the valley between your breasts.

His fingers tighten around your wrist, pull it towards him, his eyes still digging into yours as he lightly turns his head to push his lips against the lower part of your palm, into the warm red smeared on it.

He hears your shaky inhale, feels you shiver when he licks a long stripe over your skin, laps up your blood like it's the sweetest thing he has ever tasted.

Crimson coats his tongue, blurs in his mouth and he groans at the taste of copper and salt, feels like he's about to explode.

He wants more, wants to drain you, wants to devour all of you. His heart thumps so hard in his chest that it's numbing, trying to keep up with his rushing, racing mind.

With his other hand still on your hip, he makes you sink down onto him again, meets your movements halfway down, makes you whine out at the fulfilling feeling. His eyes follow the lines of red on your body, he feels heat spread through his veins as he licks up the trail of blood on your lower arm.

Through his clouded mind, he hears a low whine coming from you, something that sounds like „This is embarrassing.“

He shakes his head, barely knows how to speak, his breath completely snatched away by your appearance, by your taste, by the hunger roaring through him.

„No“ he breathes out, while his long fingers trail down your spine in a caressing gesture, make you lean your head back, make you arch more into him. „This is perfect, you're fucking perfect.“

He hears the moan you send to the ceiling, feels how you place a hand on his shoulder to hold onto him, feels how close your body is to his.

It's like he can feel your pulse, your heart beating along with his. When he trails his eyes to your neck, the blood on it, he feels like he can hear, feel, see your carotid beat through the skin, like it's calling him, begging for him.

Air gets knocked from his lungs every time you sink down his cock, every time he feels his tip hit your cervix and hears you whine upon it.

The rushing and buzzing in his head gets louder, takes him in and with a groan, he leans forward, presses his lips against your throat, licks up another stripe of blood.

He hears you whine, feels you squirm in his harsh grip as he bares his teeth above your skin, sucks and bites and bruises your flesh, groans at the way you taste.

Your other hand is released from his grip and you quickly slide it over the nape of his neck and into his hair, where you dig your fingers into the soft, black strands.

He groans at the light pressure, you feel it more than you hear it, feel the way he still sucks and bites your skin, can't help but shiver at the sensation.

Desperate and needy, you plan to pull his head back to kiss him, but before you are able to, both of his hands are on your waist again, in a tighter grip than before.

With a swift movement that doesn't leave you any breath or second to speak, you are thrown off of his body, your back hits the mattress and your mind gets lost in a small spiral for a few seconds.

A few seconds in which your wrists are grabbed and pinned down to the sheets, in which you feel Zack's legs slide between yours, his heated body hovering over yours, burying you in his shadow.

You become aware of the white sheets around you, the white textile that will be covered in blood once the two of you will be done.

But as soon as you look up, the thought quickly becomes secondary, utterly unimportant. Your brain seems to come to a halt beneath the gaze hitting you from above.

With his arms still pinning you down, Zack leans above you, darkened eyes and shivering, parted lips, tensed jaw and flexed muscles, fully taking you in and observing you, focusing on you like a wild animal ready to hare down towards its prey.

His breath is still going hard, you see a droplet of sweat run from his collarbone down his chest, right through the warm blood smeared all over the skin covering his muscles.

„Shit, what are you doing to me?“ you hear him breathe out, feel how his grip tightens a little around your wrists, to an extend that sends a shiver of pain through your nerves.

You feel your skin burn beneath his eyes when he trails them over your blood stained body again, feel adrenaline pump in your lower body when he pushes himself against you, slides his cock through your wetness and makes you gasp when his tip brushes your clit.

„I can't hold back when you look like this.“

You are not sure what to do, are not sure what he expects your response to be.

So you decide to be selfish, decide to put your wish to have him back inside of you above everything else.

Desperately, you choke out the few words your brain grants you to use.

„I don't want you to hold back. Please-“

Your voice falters for a second, shakes beneath pent up arousal and the insane ache for the man above you, who looks like he's about to devour all of you, everything you offer him.

This is insane, so, so, fucked up. And you love every second of it, love the way he holds you down, love the way he gets drunk of the sight of you, ache for his nails in your skin, his teeth in your flesh, him so deep inside of you that it bruises you.

„Use me, Zack.“

The pleading whine forces a deep growl out of his chest, makes him move one of his arms away from your wrist to push himself back into you, sink into your warmth with such a deep thrust that it makes you throw your head back with a loud moan.

The angle gives him a clear view of the smeared blood on your neck, warm red surrounded and underlined with his bites and marks.

It makes him lose more of his composure and his mind as he immediately sets up a ruthless, merciless pace of his thrusts, hitting you in such a harsh, fast tempo that it knocks the air out of you, makes it impossible for you to speak or beg, only allows breathy, high moans to slip out of your clenched throat.

„God, yes, make those noises for me.“

His deep voice shakes with each of his thrusts, you see the way he licks his lips as he looks down at you and you shiver beneath it, feel so much smaller and vulnerable beneath those bi-colored eyes.

„Such a good little slut, all mine to break.“

Through his heaved words, you hear the way his hips snap against yours, hear the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, feel how he slips so much deeper into you, how he rubs your walls in an even better way than before.

You are so close to coming, you want to tell him, but speaking still is impossible with his hard pace and you can only inhale sharper and sharper every time the knot in your lower stomach tightens, with each breath that comes out in the shape of a little whine or sob.

Feeling how his other hand releases your wrist as well, you let out a breath of relief, just to whine once more upon at the way he holds you by your hips, holds you down while he pounds into you.

It's like heaven, you feel yourself start to float, especially when his hand rises to massage your chest, purposely spreading more of your blood on your upper body.

Whining beneath his touch, you slowly lose your sense of reality, barely realize how he leans down until his lips find yours.

His kiss makes you sigh against him, makes you cradle his face in your hands and you hear him growl as he licks over your lower lip, makes you very aware that he is aching for more of your blood, licking up as much as he can.

It's vile and nasty and you love every second of it.

Upon pulling back, you feel your breath hitch in your throat as you see his face, see the blood on and around his lips, see that your bloody fingers stain his cheeks and his neck.

The sight steals your breath away, paired up with the glaring lust in his eyes, it's enough to make you slip so dangerously close to an orgasm that you have to dig your fingers into his shoulders, aching to find a hold as you shoot him a begging look.

„I'm gonna cum, Zack- fuck, I'm gonna cum.“

You notice the quick breath he lets out, feel how he tenses his body, how he keeps his pace as hard as possible while he still looks down on you, takes in every fibre of your appearance.

His hand steadying him on the mattress tenses, clutches to a fist around the sheets while the other one grabs the back of your thigh, makes you cry out as he pushes your knee closer to your shoulder and hits your g-spot.

You can only look up into his eyes, hold onto them as he pushes you closer and closer, eventually grabs you and pulls you down into sweet ecstasy.

A drained, sobbed and trembling moan leaks your throat when you feel your body tense and relax in a fast rhythm, when the peak of your arousal washes over you and melts your brain to a soft mess of nothingness.

You can only watch Zack's lips tremble, teeth clenching as his moaning gets louder and it fucks so much with your overstimulated brain that you feel close to crying, feel an overwhelming urge to be even closer to him, to be one with him.

„Come inside me, please, please“ you beg, voice high and needy, lost in the clouds of your high.

Seeing him gasp at your words almost makes you come again.

„Want me to fill you up, huh?“ he breathes out, right before he pushes a kiss against your cheek and then buries his face in your neck.

„Want me to make a mess out of you? Then beg more for it, beg for me."

His breathy mumbling makes the hair on your neck stand up, makes you whimper and whine for more as you wrap your arms around him, to keep him as close as possible as you feel him tense and shiver above and inside you.

With your eyes still unable to focus, your arms wrapped around him and your thighs still trembling beneath his thrusts and your orgasm, you drown in the sounds of his heavy breathing, the wet sounds of your bodies, all of it keeping you in your euphoric state.

„God, you feel so fucking good.“

A deep groan carries his words, you can hear pure ache and longing in the way his voice shakes, with a higher tone than usual.

You feel how Zack pulls his face away from your neck, feel how he pushes his nose against yours, feel his heaving breath against your lips.

He still looks at you like before, completely focused on you, only the trembling of his lips and light furrow of his brows an indication for the sheer amount of pleasure filling him in this moment.

You hear him whine out your name, over and over again, but before you are able to lean forward to kiss him, his breath suddenly stalls in his throat.

His lips part as he stills inside of you, pushes himself as deep as possible into you and the fulfilling feeling makes you gasp along with him.

The deep groan that rumbles from his chest echoes in your head as he holds your hip with one hand, while the other one balances his weight on the mattress, shakes beneath the orgasm rushing through him, beneath the shivers that make his muscles twitch and make short, involuntary whines slip from his throat.

You watch him in awe while he falls apart above you, watch his eyes flicker and his lips tremble and you whimper a little because you feel so full with him, can't help but shiver along with him.

The blood smeared on his face and his shoulders makes your head spin, makes something tingle deep inside of you, something that makes your lower body boil again.

Something primal, almost animalistic, something you never felt before.

A sigh breaks from your throat while your eyes still rest on Zack's face, the saliva glistening on his lips and the dark shade of red on the healthy parts of his cheeks only makes you more feral.

In a quick impulse, you hook your legs around his waist to keep him locked within you, hear a low, pleased groan from him in response.

“Shit, your pussy's so good-"

His voice still shivers as he leans his nose more against yours.

You draw in a sharp breath when he slowly pushes himself forward again, fills you to the brim, makes your eyes roll back in sweet pleasure while your arms wrap around his neck, fingers burying in his black hair.

Both of your breathing gets heavier again, more in sync, you whine as he starts thrusting into you again and your arousal spikes in your lower body as you hear the slick sounds of him fucking his cum deeper into you.

„Fuck-“

The word is only a gasp, a hiss through clenched teeth and it sets you on fire again, makes you so ready to take whatever he's about to give you.

“Fuck, I can't stop.”

His low words and the deep growl coming from his throat, along with the unwavering expression of arousal in his eyes makes you realize that this is far from over, that he'll enjoy this and the sight of you for as long as possible.

And you think you've never been happier as you rest your palm against his cheek, look up at him through flickering, tear stained eyes.

“Then don't.”

His lips part at your voice and what they carry, you can see how his muscles tense again.

And then you moan in bliss, throw your head back as he moves inside of you again, thrusts into you with a hunger that makes you breathless and leans in to bruise and mark the other side of your neck, neither of you bothering with the veil of sweat, cum and blood coating both your bodies.

You should probably think of a good explanation you could give to Ray in case she asks about the messed up sheets.

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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He Has A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

(Y/n) huffed herself awake after feeling yet another kick from Zack, recently they decided to start sharing a bed a few nights a week. Mostly because it was getting colder at night and the (H/c) haired female wanted an excuse to cuddle more, not that Zack minded despite his occasional grumblings of her constantly stealing the covers. But tonight, he had been restless, this was abnormal as he usually slept like a rock. After becoming so used to their shared home he had begun to feel safe, and so his sleep had become more regular. He may have been a bit grumpy, but he had calmed down a bit. So, to have him tossing and turning was new to her, but it quickly went from odd to concerning when she heard the soft whimper that escaped the larger male.

She reached out to him, gentle hand resting on his arm as she gently shook him. "Zack... Hey wake up." She didn't want to raise her voice too loud and startle him awake, but unfortunately that had been unavoidable. Her touch was enough to have him springing up, he had pinned her down with hands around her throat. (E/c) eyes widened as (Y/n)'s hands came up to grip his wrists, her pleas for him to wake were soft. His eyes were glossy and his body shaking, the male barely coherent. But before she knew it the grip was gone from her neck, instead moving down as he laid over her and held her to his chest. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, but she could hear his soft pleas for forgiveness. The way his voice broke made her heart ache; she knew he would never intentionally hurt her. So, she held him instead, running her fingers through his messy bed head as she tried not to let his next silent sobs shake her soul to pieces. "It's alright... It wasn't on purpose; you were scared and not even fully awake." She tried reasoning with him but didn't get a response, he held her close and pulled away from her enough to lock eyes with her. She could see the regret and fear swirling in his dual-colored orbs, she watched as he gazed down at her neck with a pained look.

"I can't believe I almost killed you... I almost made it a reality..." His words were soft as if spoken to himself, in his stressed state she wasn't even sure he was aware of what he was saying. Shifting up on the pillows she flipped them to their sides, Zack simply gazing at her with a childlike sadness. She leaned in and pulled him close, his face resting in the lower part of her chest just above her abdomen. The intimate hold had his arms wrapping around her hips as they curled into each other, her hands wrapped around his shoulders as one hand rested on his head. "I don't know what your dream was, I'm not going to demand you tell me so I can talk your fear away. But what I will do is remind you that it was just a dream, I should have been more careful when waking you. We're both killers after all. But what happened a minute ago is already over, and I'm still alive." The soft hum from him made her smile, she tugged his hair a bit, so his head was tilted back to look at her. She wanted to laugh at only just being able to see his eyes over her chest, soft hands gently brushed his bangs back from his face. "I love you Zack, I promise I'll never leave you." She gave him a smile that she hoped would communicate her love and loyalty in a way she couldn't find the words to explain. She could feel his face heating up against her clothed skin, leaning up he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. It only lasted a few moments before he pulled back and went back to his place of being cradled to her upper abdomen, closing his eyes as he relaxed into her gentle strokes of his hair. "I love you too princess..." They stayed like that for a while, holding each other into the night as sleep soon found them again. But this time Zack found rest in the safety of being in her arms.

#candy cult vault #fluff #x reader #fem reader #x fem reader #zack foster boyfriend scenario #zack foster x reader #zack foster #isaac foster boyfriend scenarios #isaac foster x reader #isaac foster

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emo-emu64 · 5 months

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The Princess's Favor

Knight! Zack X Princess!Reader

Isaac Foster was considered a monster by most, a threat by all. A dangerous beast of a man, cut-throat, and stone faced. A valiant soldier that quickly climbed the ranks of the palace's guards. Ruthless in his endeavors to protect the royal family. In his endeavors to protect you.

That was how everybody else saw him at least, you considered him a giant teddy bear.

"Pretty please?"

It wasn't often that you were seen without your personal guard but, his patrols along the outside of the castle walls were supposed to be an exception.

That became more and more of a rarity, however, as you asked him more often that not to accompany him. And he never quite figured out how to say no to you.

"Princess, it's not safe. Have you even asked your father?"

He avoided your gaze as he tended to his horse, knowing that he couldn't resist the big doe eyes that seemingly granted you everything you'd ever wished for.

He didn't mind though, not really, he'd conquer every kingdom this side of the sea if you looked at him like that.

"My father trusts you, I don't have to ask him about every little adventure. Besides, it's perfectly safe as long as I have you!"

He heaved a sigh as he finally met your gaze, big eyes and a hopeful smile, "Go get your bag."

You cheered, wrapping your arms around him briefly as you thanked him, then pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, running back to the stables where you had put your belongings.

A fortunate enough thing for Zack, as he was able to briefly stifle the smile that graced his lips.

Although, he couldn't say the same for when you came sprinting back, satchel slung over your shoulder, grinning from ear to ear.

Zack helped you up into the saddle first, like a true gentleman, before sliding comfortably in place behind you.

You leaned back into his warmth, a comforting and familiar feeling. Safe, like home.

You brace yourself as the horse takes off like a shot into the woods. Zack weaves through trees and branches with ease, and his horse keeps a steady and sure footing on the mossy and mud-caked earth.

The wind in your hair is as exhilarating as always, and you raise your arms outward, throwing your head to the sky to cheer.

Zack pretends he doesn't find immeasurable joy in your joy by lightly flicking the back of your skull, leaning down closer to you so you can hear him over the rushing wind in your ears.

"Hands on the saddle, princess, gotta bring you back in one piece if I wanna keep my job."

You laugh as you bring your arms back down to your sides, keeping a firm hold to the horn of the saddle, simply because he asked you to. No matter how much danger he thought you may be in, you knew there was never any danger of you falling. Not with his strong arms on either side of you holding the reins. You felt invincible.

Zack slows the horse to a stop as a clearing comes into view, filled with wildflowers and ferns of all kinds. You and Zack have found a plethora of spots during his patrols, but this one was by far your favorite.

You often convinced Zack to eat lunch here. Bringing a basket of snacks from the kitchen, which was probably more sweets and pastries than an actual meal, but who's to say?

Zack dismounted in order to help you down, gently taking your hand.

As soon as your feet met the ground you quickly searched through your bag until you found the familiar feel of a small tin, opening to pick out a single sugar cube. You flattened your palm, holding the sweet treat out to the horse.The horse in question took your offering gratefully and gently.

The horse had an ashy coat, with a tail and mane of deep ebony. He was tall and strong, obedient from years of battle. His name was Mortifer, a fitting name considering his rider, meaning death bringer. Although, enemies of the kingdom often called him Pallidus Equus.

The Pale Horse.

"You're going to make him fat," Zack chastised.

"Zack, this is the most physically active horse in the kingdom, he's not going to get fat."

You turned back to the horse lifting you hand to stroke his neck, and he huffed gently nudging you with his nose, "You're not fat, huh? Zack's just a big meanie." You turned back to face your guard, "See? You made him sad."

Zack smirked and rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss you gently, "Whatever you say, princess."

Zack became so much more comfortable outside the castle walls, he was convinced that if your relationship was confirmed and brought to light, the two of you would be separated.

Of course this wasn't the truth, Zack was a hero in the eyes of the kingdom, not some lowly knight trying to quickly climb the ranks, it would be fine, encouraged even for him to marry royal. Not to mention the two of you were the worst kept secret in the kingdom. You went everywhere together, he looked at you like you were the sun, and you looked at him like he put the stars in the sky. Even the castle's head baker, a very kind but also very blind old man, could see that.

You lower yourself to the grass, leaning against the largest oak you could find, pulling out your most recent cross stitch to occupy your hands. Zack soon joins you, sharpening his numerous blades with the whetstone he keeps on hand.

After a good while of simply enjoying each other's company, you decide to break the silence with the question that's been plaguing your mind since you first heard the rumor from your father's associates.

"Zack?"

"Hm?" He looks up from his knife, twirling it in his hands. When he finds your face, his brows crease, taking in the sad look in your eyes.

You put down your project and turn to face him, hands gently settling in your lap, you look downwards as you play with a blade of grass, "Is it true that you're being sent on that campaign that my father is planning?"

Zack's lips form a thin line, and he sighs, "Figured you'd heard about that."

He feels his heart crack wide open when your face saddens, your usual cheeriness completely drained, "So you're going?"

He nods, and frowns, gently cupping your face as he sees tears form in your eyes, "It won't be long, princess, I promise."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, I just... hadn't thought of how yet, I don't like seein' ya sad like this."

"You got hurt really bad on the last one Zack, I didn't know if your were going to make it."

The tears rimming your eyes fall freely down your cheeks now, and he gently wipes them away with his thumb.

"I always make it, pretty thing, can't go leavin' ya all by yourself can I? You'll make my horse all fat and slow."

He smiles down at you as you giggle, and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Oh!"

You jump to your bag rooting through it for your gift.

You pull out an embroidered handkerchief, pushing it into his open hands.

He opens it and grins at the stitches, its a field filled with flowers and trees, Zack thinks it looks very much like the one the two of you were currently seated in.

"You have to live, in order to bring it back to me. It's my favor."

He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You'll have it back in no time, princess."

#isaac foster #angels of death #zack foster #fanfic #satsuriku no tenshi #zack foster x reader #isaac foster x reader

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nightqueen1221 · 1 year

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Angels of death request zack x male reader who is innocent bubbly sweet and kind and is the most pure reincarnation of sunshine headcanons

-God, a side by side comparison most look so funny.

-Just a dude with a bloody hoodie and a scythe, next to a bright and happy man.

-And the fact that you have so much energy and emotion, but he hasn't killed you? It's a miracle.

-Zack isn't one to get embarrassed, but he is dumber than a rock, using that to your advantage is important.

-He gives into you more than other people, but that's only because you two are dating.

-Rachael is like a sister, or daughter to you guys. She is a bit confused on how the two of you are complete opposites. Yet, you're dating.

-She still favors Zack over you, only because she knew him longer. She doesn't ignore you or anything, but she goes to him if it's something more private.

-Zack questions how you're so happy all the damn time.

-"You know we could die anyway, and you're sittin' here smiling?"

-If you want hugs, he's... really aggressive. You could just be sitting down when all of a sudden, he just comes up from behind and pulls your head into his chest.

-Do not ask him for a kiss, he doesn't really like em. The most you'll probably get is on the cheek, and that would be him doing the action. He finds kisses oj the lips "gross" and "Why would you want to do that?"

-(I would also try and help him learn to read and write.)

-Once he begins reading and writing, he'll leave you little messages.

-"i LikE u"

-It's simple, but cute.

-He also loves to hear you laugh, and will do almost anything to try and make you do so.

-Laughing wasn't really in his childhood, but when it was, it was usually at him. Knowing that you're laugh with him makes him much better about himself.

#AOD #Angles of death #Aod x reader #Angles of death x reader #Male reader #X male reader #Zack x reader #Zack foster x reader #Isaac foster x reader #Zack #Aod Zack #Angles of death Zack #Issac foster #Aod Isaac #Angles of death Isaac #Aod Isaac foster #Angels of death Isaac foster

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mad-minds-rp · 2 months

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Everyone writing Zack: he'd be confident and smooth if he had a partner.

Me whose watched Inuyasha and the train wreck he was at communicating throughout the series: no he would not.

#zack foster #isaac foster #zack foster x reader #isaac foster x reader #angels of death #the more i look over them the more similar they are. ans that cracks me up #not exactly the same. but there are acreaming similarities #zacks more of a disaster tho lets all be honest

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bakugokemkatsuki · 5 months

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Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

**Warning(s): mentions of night terrors and bad pasts

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

The manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of insanity on his face the emotionless look in his eyes. He’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed. Sweat beading down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second. The light on the nightstand turned on as your boyfriend sat up in bed. He pulled you in close and held you. “Another night terror? It’s okay. We’re out of that place now and I’m here. I love you. You’re safe.” You and your boyfriend had escaped from that place but not without a lot of trials. One included watching your boyfriend almost ascend into madness, the madness you’d worked to overcome together. You knew he loved you, you knew the man you saw that day wasn’t your boyfriend but the nightmares still remained. After a few minutes more of him holding you whispering sweet nothing to you, you both curled up and went back to sleep.

**Might make a horror version of this as well.** sorry for errors I wrote this at midnight. NOT proofread**

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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|Part 2|Isaac Foster (Zack) x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; blowjob, riding.

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Satsuriku no Tenshi

Is safe to say that, ever since that day, things have been a little tense between (M/n) and Zack, they were almost too horny to look at each other, but somehow, they still managed to have some conversations.

Neither of them liked to pretend that it didn't happen, but talking about it was a little embarrassing, so they just avoided the topic.

But that didn't mean that they weren't busy doing other stuff.

In their free, alone time -usually at night- they would grab their phones and type whatever words came to mind about what they wanted to do. For (M/n) was easier, since he learned how to write and read earlier than Zack, but he was having a bit of trouble with that, yet somehow, he managed to find a site after typing something along the lines of 'how two men have sex', finding a bunch of stuff, Zack struggled to understand what the words meant, getting frustrated at himself for not being able to read.

And he realized something.

He couldn't just look at pictures or watch videos about it!

So, that's what he did.

At first, he wasn't sure what he was looking at, skipping video after video, until one particular video caught his attention.

Something about the way the bottom was moaning and how the top was taking care of him made something click in him, he might've found it a little scary to do, but that's what he wanted to do. So he did it.

Well, he wasn't too sure how he was supposed to do it properly, so he decided to just jerk off to the sound and sight of the video, and he kept doing it, pretty much every day. But soon, he started craving more and more. He would use a pillow and hump it, doing his best to keep his moans down and when that wasn't enough, he would use his bandaged fingers.

At first, he was kind of scared to do it, but with the occasional "money help" Gray would give them -and the few jobs he was able to keep- he was able to buy some stuff that was very important for these kinds of things. Zack felt a little weird, he had never been the greedy kind, yet he kept craving more and more every time he pleasured himself, something that wasn't just his fingers. He wanted (M/n), so badly.

And well, (M/n) was pretty much the same, since the walls were quite thin, he was able to sometimes hear Zack's quiet moans and whines, and tonight, this very night, he heard it closer.

He was sleepily walking through the short hallway after taking a well-deserved shower, work today had been a little rough and he wanted to relax and fall asleep, but that noise made it impossible. The moment he stepped in front of Zack's door, his name pronounced in a lewd whimper reached his ears, his face heating up quickly as he felt an erection rising inside his underwear. And he ran.

(M/n) ran to his room, slamming the door behind him and getting on his bed, pulling his clothes down just enough to pull his dick out, stroking it rapidly, and biting onto the hem of his shirt to be a little quieter.

However, with all the noise he just made, Zack was a little startled, and after fixing his underwear he left his room, heading towards (M/n)'s. He was internally fricking out, thinking that the (h/c) haired male found him disgusting and would want to leave him, but what a huge surprise he got when he slowly opened the door.

(M/n)'s eyes were closed, a small frown on his brow, as he bit his t-shirt, damping it with his saliva. Zack's mismatched eyes trailed down, stopping to stare at his leaking cock, he licked his lips as he suddenly felt his mouth dry, and he walked slowly closer to the bed, getting on it and bending down, sticking his tongue out to lick his pre-cum off his oozing slit.

Struggling to hold in a surprised yelp, (M/n) opened his eyes and looked down, where Zack was slowly swirling his tongue around his tip, subtly moaning at the taste.

"Z-zack, what are y-ngh~" releasing the shirt from his mouth, (M/n) tried to articulate words, but something about Zack's warm tongue was making his mind a mess, only able to focus on the sensitive spots Zack was dragging his tongue around.

Paying close attention to his expression, the reaction of his body, and the muffled sounds he released, Zack decided to be bold, opening his mouth and taking (M/n)'s tip in, sucking on it and pressing his tongue on his slit. Feeling his body trembling as he tensed up, (M/n)'s hands reached to Zack's hair, gently pulling it to make him back away, but that didn't work.

Zack only took more of his cock in his mouth, causing his moans to get stuck in his throat as he neared his orgasm.

"W-wait... I'm gonna c-cum, Zack, wait..." The black-haired male reached his arms up, and held (M/n)'s wrists, pinning them down on the bed as he kept sucking and licking his dick, causing him to throw his head back as his cum filled Zack's mouth, who swallowed it all without hesitation.

Backing away, a small 'pop' sound was heard as Zack pulled (M/n)'s cock out of his mouth, and he noticed something.

He was still hard.

Sitting up and letting go of (M/n)'s wrists, Zack lowered his underwear before straddling his hips, reaching behind him to align (M/n)'s dick with his stretched and wet entrance, slowly lowering himself on him, holding back whimpers at the stretch he felt inside him.

(M/n)'s dazed expression was such a turn-on for Zack, his heavy breathing and sweat dripping down his face were all he could focus on as he felt every inch of (M/n)'s cock inside him. Holding onto his shoulders, Zack started raising his hips slowly before going back down with the same speed, biting his lips as his whines resonated in his throat. (E/c) eyes looked up at him, taking in the sight of Zack's bandages coming loose around his body, allowing (M/n) to see his expression more clearly.

Zack wanted more, and he couldn't get it all by himself, so with his mismatched eyes he pleaded, silently begging him to start thrusting into him and make him cry out his name.

Swallowing, (M/n)'s hands reached to hold onto Zack's waist, before lifting him and thrusting up inside him at a quicker pace, making Zack's back arch as he felt that spot inside him being stimulated rougher than when he used his fingers.

Moans and whines echoed off the walls, making Zack wrap his arms around (M/n)'s shoulders, hugging him tightly as his body felt weakened by the pleasure. His cock twitched, white droplets dripping down quicker and quicker the longer it passed. He gripped (M/n)'s shirt as a way to control himself, but his moans and whimpers only got louder.

(M/n) heard him as clear as water, his mouth right next to his ear and his hot breath hitting his neck. With a low growl, he turned them around, Zack's back arching at the change in angle, crying out (M/n)'s name as came on himself.

However, (M/n) didn't stop moving, he backed away for a second, observing Zack's fucked expression, his bandages loosely wrapping his scarred body, and that made such a beautiful sight in (M/n)'s eyes. Groaning, he buried his face in Zack's neck, leaving kisses and pulling the bandages away with his teeth, he knew Zack couldn't feel much on his burned skin, but he had to kiss him. He was too pretty not to.

With how sensitive his dick was, (M/n) was close to cumming again, but doing it inside Zack might be a little too much. At least for now.

So, gritting his teeth, he pulled out and jerked off a couple of times, his cum mixing with Zack's on his stomach, most of it landing on his bandages and underwear.

Now, even if he wanted, (M/n) couldn't just fall asleep, he had to take care of Zack, clean him up, and change his bandages, so fixing his clothes momentarily, he picked Zack up and took him to the bathroom. He sat him down on the closed toilet lid and started taking all his clothes off, begin followed by all his loose bandages and he put them away for now so he could fill the bathtub.

He reached for a hand towel before wetting it and he gently began cleaning Zack's body. (M/n) pushed his black hair back and leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead.

"Is your body okay? Does it hurt anywhere?" Sighing and wrapping his arms around (M/n)'s hips, Zack only hummed and shook his head no. A small smile stretched across (M/n)'s face, his hand playing with Zack's hair. "Do you wanna talk about this?"

And after almost fifteen minutes, with a nodding off Zack, (M/n) got out of the bath, dried himself, and wrapped a towel around him before drying Zack's body. He took Zack to his room and grabbed new bandages and wrapped them around him carefully, when he was done he grabbed a pair of clothes for Zack to wear. He fixed the bed and tucked him before rushing to his room to grab some clothes for himself too.

Looking up, Zack's chin ended up resting on his abdomen, "Well, we're dating, right? We talk... tomorrow," his slow blinking let (M/n) know that he was tired, so with a nod he settled it, and picked Zack up, taking him to the bath and setting him down on the warm water. He closed the tabs and started undressing too, getting in behind the black-haired male and hugging him.

He did take a shower just before all of this happened, but y'know, he sweated and... other things, so he wanted to wash up a bit before sleeping at least.

When he came back to Zack's room, the male was already asleep, so he turned the lights off and got in bed with him, kissing his still wet hair and wrapping his arms around his middle, closing his eyes, and soon falling asleep too.

#isaac foster #zack foster #satsuriku no tenshi #angels of death #anime #one shot #male reader #top male reader #top reader #x reader #reader insert #smut #zack x reader #zack x male reader #isaac foster x reader #isaac foster x male reader #zack foster x reader #zack foster x male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

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bdbpm · 2 years

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Hi, I don't have much experience, do not hesitate in case of requests.

#isaac foster x reader

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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Issac "Zack" Foster rips your clothes off with a knife

Whatever pretty clothes you wear to your date with Zack doesn't make it to the end of your date. It can be one cut at first or he can cut it in half right away to get to his prize. What is his prize? You. Your body. Your love. Your pleasure. Your voice so strained and high that you can't get a word out without it having broken up by a moan.

"Such a shame. I actually liked this shirt." He grins while he fucks his cock into you and runs his knife up your skirt, "This too... you really have to stop showing up in such fancy clothes. I'm gonna fuck you anyway, you don't have to seduce me, detective." Your breath hitches when you feel the sharp blade go up your thigh, "How many pieces should I rip this into?"

The knife cuts through the skirt like paper, finished off by his bandaged hand tearing it fully away from your body so he has an uninterrupted view of your puffy cunt taking and drooling around his cock. It doesn't matter how many of these he tears through, or how much you might hate him, how you need to be the one to hunt him down, you love what he does to you, the adrenaline of the cat and mouse game and the exact moment that the roles reverse.

Dividers made by: @cafekitsune

#zack foster #zack foster x reader #angels of death #isaac foster x reader #isaac foster #zack foster smut #smut drabble #x female reader

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y3strr · 5 months

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Me, fully convinced that the slashers wouldn’t kill me bc I’m basically Y/N

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ravi-deactivated · 8 months

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𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨

featuring: zack foster

synopsis: zack being overwhelmed by his needs and instinct, fucking himself soft and stupid with you until he's whining like a puppy (thanks for coming to my ted talk)

18+ content - MDNI

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zack often seems more animalistic than human when he craves you, driven by primal instinct and hunger when he grabs you, can't help but pull you against him, cause your looks alone make him weak in the knees, your scent a sweetness that lures him in.

as if you are the predator instead of him, armed with soft skin and hypnotising eyes, a lamb feigning pure innocence, softness and warmth hiding the fact hat you love to be ripped to shreds by his glistening fangs.

and he thinks that in a twisted way, you might be the hunter and him the prey, with the way he feels so on edge when he's close to you, wide awake and focused, body pulsating with arousal and need, pulse accelerating beneath his scarred skin when he presses himself against your back, his lips on your neck and his nose buried in your hair, inhaling your scent like an aphrodisiac as he wraps one arm around your neck, starts roaming your body with the other.

desperate lust drips in form of deep growls and helpless curses from his lips and the sounds alone have you arching, slowly writhing in his grip, leaning your head back to be even closer to him.

his body is burning against yours, skin heated with adrenaline and hunger, overheating like a system running too many tasks.

and he feels like he's burning from the inside out, overrun and overwhelmed by your smell and your little whines, the slick sounds of your wet little hole as he ruthlessly thrusts his fingers into you.

"shit, look at that. 's almost pathetic how wet you get by my fingers alone. sweet little cunt wants me so bad, doesn't she?"

his growls mix with your sweet, begging whines of his name, his rough way of grabbing and holding you a stark contrast to the soft, loving way you push against him.

he's so desperate for you and it shows, breath heavy and overwhelmed when his fingers graze your bare skin, always leaving him speechless because you give yourself to him so willingly, leaning into him, offering your heart and your pulsating blood to his ruthless teeth and fingers, spreading your legs to offer your leaking sweetness to him, only to him.

he gets helpless when he sinks into you, high on your wetness and your warmth around his cock, the way your slicked walls cling to him when he pulls back and thrusts back into you.

he's above you, inside you, everywhere at once, lips and teeth like a deadly breeze on your skin.

scarred and long fingers dig into your soft flesh, hold you down, hold you where he wants you, beneath him where you belong and you hold onto the pillows, try to bear how he fills you again and again, so much, so deep, so fast that you quickly hear the way his body meets yours, feel the sheets beneath you soak in your arousal.

zack's ruthless and desperate in all of his movements, holding and grabbing you so hard that you can see his muscles flexing beneath the burned skin of his arms, almost frustrated growls roaring like thunder from his chest.

he's trembling, gasping for air while his eyes roam your body, hands following his gaze, grazing your figure, trying to find a hold by grabbing your tits, your hips or the plush skin of your ass as he's pounding you into the mattress, thinks to go insane with your moans, sweet mantras of his name and pleas for more.

and he groans and growls with a trembling voice, so pussy-drunk that he barely knows what he's saying, mixed words of degradatiom and praise escaping his lips.

"so fucking good for me, baby, taking me so deep."

"you cling so much to me, how much of a slut are you, huh? love to be stuffed like the bitch you are, don't ya?"

„don't think i don't feel how much you clench around me. better keep doing that if you want my cum that bad.“

his words are enough to drive you to insanity, igniting fires in you until you can not take it anymore, ripping you to pieces when he rubs your clit in messy circles, forcing you to come until the muscles of his lower body are drenched with your wetness.

you're so warm and wet for him, clenching around him even harder in the aftermath of your high and he's a mess when he comes, face twisting in despair and helplessness, brows furrowed and lips parted in high, loud whines, his hands holding you in place as he fills you, deeper, deeper, deeper, as deep as possible while his insides flicker and collapse beneath his orgasm.

he's shaking and trembling, big, bad wolf reduced to a puppy, deep and throaty growls turning into breathy and needy whines and when he's really out of it, with spinning stars and galaxies in his head and not a single mental hold onto reality, he allows a few, breathy i-love-you's to slip out, desperate little confessions of how you are so perfect for him, so pretty and so, so good.

zack is more monster than human at times, but as soon as you're both reduced to trembling, drained messes, he'll melt onto your body, soft and warm and heavily breathing, still twitching and whimpering with the last little shocks of ecstasy rushing through him.

#angels of death #isaac foster x reader #zack foster x reader #smut #zack foster

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cottoncandy-cult · 7 months

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Showering Together (ZFBFS)

(Y/n) sighed softly as her and Zack re-entered their home, they had decided to go for a walk in the woods that night since it was a full moon and the nearby field looked pretty under the light. At least it did until a heavy storm came rolling in, freezing rain pelting them as they had to do a 5 minute run just to get back. They were both soaked to the bone, though (Y/n) had it a little worse since she had wore shorts and a tank top. Her whole body trembled from the cold, both had their arms wrapped around themselves. "We need to get out of these clothes and take a hot shower..." (Y/n) spoke softly between soft panted breaths, taking shaken steps into the doorway and slipping out of her shoes. Her soaked socks plopped against the floor with each further step, Zack watched her warily as he noticed she was swaying a little when she walked. Though when she almost dropped Zack was forced to lunge forward to catch the girl, he had easily picked her up like a princess and held her close to his chest. "You should go first, I'll shower after." He spoke gruffly as he made his slow and aching way across the living room to the stairs, his shower had been acting up for a bit and he had been forced to use her shower since the public bathroom was just a toilet and sink.

"Zack I'm fine... Besides you're covered in bandages and soaked all the way through. You need it worse." She spoke up, feeling guilty as she could tell he was sore and freezing as well. Zack huffed and glared down at her, though it only made her smile a bit. He had grown to worry about her even though he showed it differently, his love was headstrong, and she adored it. "You literally almost fucking collapsed, you need in there more than I do." He made his way up the steps, both still shaking though the heat of the home did help a bit even though it made their skin burn some and their muscles ached as if they were unthawing. "Why don't we just take one together, my shower is big enough..." She blushed deeply though it wasn't noticeable as her cheeks had already been red from the cold, she and Zack had walked in on each other many times and though it was still a little embarrassing they had somewhat grown used to it. She had also helped him bandage his torso, so he was more comfortable showing his scars.

Zack's eyes widened as he gazed down her, she could tell he was blushing even though she couldn't see it. "It's not like we haven't seen each other, and besides we've been together for a little while now." Zack swallowed deeply as he looked away from her when they made it to the top of the stairs, he remained quiet for a few minutes before giving a sigh and speaking softly. "I mean I guess you're right... Plus it is cold as hell.." This made the (H/c) head smile as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. It only took a few moments for them to reach her room, he shifted a bit to readjust her. She had been cradled in his left arm, her own arms wrapping around his neck as he opened her bedroom door. He found the light switch with ease and was relieved to see her bathroom door was already open, from there he was quick to gently kick the door shut and carry her to the bathroom. He flipped the light switch and immediately set her on the toilet, they were shaking a bit less by this point but the two still deeply wanted this shower.

"Give me a sec and I'll get the water going." Zack turned his back to her as he began to fiddle with the knobs of the tub, meanwhile (Y/n) decided to get up and prepare for the shower. By stripping down and brushing out her hair, that way it wouldn't be too tangled later. Being the mature woman she was, she wasn't too embarrassed to be seen like this, though that didn't mean she wasn't feeling a little shy. But that shyness was overshadowed by her desire to see his response, she knew he was still quite innocent when it came to the saucier side of relationships. She started with her tank top and bra, starting the wet pile of cloth as she set them gently on the floor to avoid splashing that way, she didn't have to clean up too much water. By the time the shower was ready she had completely stripped and now stood behind him completely bare, her legs crossed slightly as one arm folded across her torso to hold the forearm of the other. When Zack turned around his eyes widened, this being the first time he was in a situation where he was able to take in her bare form.

His heterochromic eyes raked over her form, slowly dragging up her legs to her beautiful thighs and hips. He found himself almost breathless at the sight before him as his gaze moved up her navel and torso before locking on her face, he bit his lip as he looked for something to say. "Go ahead and hop in, adjust it if you need to... I'll join you in a second." He mumbled softly, looking away from her once more as she approached him. She gave him a sweet smile as she moved past him, stopping for a moment to give him a loving kiss. He almost melted as he relaxed into the intimate action, something about this situation made their normal affection feel more intense and he almost wondered if she could feel it. (Y/n) stepped into the shower, a sigh of relief escaping her as the warm water pelted her cold and achy body from several sides. She moved to the shower bench and sat down, leaning forward to stretch her back a bit as the water worked out the knots in her muscles. She loved to take showers after a long day whether it was cold or stressful, it was a simple kind of joy and content.

The sound of the shower door closing drew her attention up, Zack approached her as he was now completely bare. The tall male avoided eye contact as he sat beside her on the bench, his hand gently moving to hold hers. She understood how new and different this all was to him, hell he was still getting used to everything and feeling his way through their regular relationship. This display of sweetness made her fawn over him, so she slid closer to him and snuggled up to his side. He adjusted his arm to wrap around her waist, he was looking away but wore a soft smile. A genuine one that only she had ever witnessed, the one that made her heart burst within her chest. "I love you Zack..." The words had slipped from her without a thought as her head rested on his shoulder, her eyes locked on his face. His own dual-colored orbs had widened before turning to her, finally making eye contact. At first his face was unreadable as he simply stared at her, but that smile soon returned. He said nothing as he leaned down and locked lips with her, turning slightly as he pulled her into his lap. He held her close as their bodies practically melted together, when their lips separated his forehead rested against hers. "I love you too..." His words were soft, but they hit her hard, she had wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck. Zack simply smiled as one arm wrapped around her lower back, the other wrapping around her shoulders as he gently tangled his fingers in her hair. This shower felt intimate, symbolic of the new step they had taken together, and a new degree of trust formed between them. They sat in silence, holding each other as the warmth of the water had them both trapped in their own little world, a world of love and filled only with each other.

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