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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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angelltheninth · 8 months

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Isaac Foster Eats You Out in an Alleyway

Pairing: Isaac "Zack" Foster x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, alleyway sex, dubious consent, degradation, name calling, detective!Reader

A/N: Scythe wielders are so badass, I haven't seen a single one I don't like.

You've been on Zack's trail for months now, finally it looked like you were closing in on him but it was all a trap. You only got close because he let you get close. For as long as you had eyes on him he's had his eyes set on you.

"Quit squirming. You're ruining my meal." Zack growled from in between your legs, which were hoisted up on his shoulders, "Such a short skirt today. Looks like someone was hoping to get lucky, huh, Detective." He licked up your exposed pussy, making the air catch in your lungs. It was shameful how easily a wanted man could reduce you to a puddle like this. You needed to arrest him, but for that you needed his guard down.

For that to happen you would endure this. "You're being too fast. I can't... focus with your mouth- ah- th- no- that-" Zack didn't care what you had to say, you had no value to him aside from playing fun games of cat and mouse. Although you had misunderstood the roles you were assigned. "Stop licking so fast."

"You sure seem like you like it. You taste hell of a lot better then any slut I've had. Although you're a slut too aren't you? Whoring yourself out to the man you're supposed to arrest, fucking pathetic." Zack laughed against your clit before biting down on it a little too hard for your liking. The painful shock mixed with the previous pleasure sent your body into an orgasm, shaking in his hands.

You let your head lull against the wall and pulled his hood down, unable to look at his grinning lips and how wet the bandages around it were from your cum.

When he let you slide down onto the floor he grabbed your panties and felt them in his hand, "Taking this. It'll feel nicer then the bandages of my hand." You wanted to tell him to stop but even if you did you knew he wouldn't and in your current state you couldn't make the arrest, "Until next time, little miss Detective."

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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.

#zack foster #zack foster x reader #isaac foster x reader #angels of death #zack foster smut #smut imagines #i have constant nosebleeds i bet he'd love me

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hauskate · 2 years

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Zack x f reader who went out of town for a weekend and when she gets back its needy rough sex time? 👉👈

HELL YES. Anon you are making my night. ♡

Weekend Getaway [ Zack x Fem!Reader ]

Pairings: Isaac (Zack) Foster, Implied Female Reader

Description: "Business" has kept you away for too long and your second boss doesn't approve. *Cough Cough* Porn with a plot *Cough Cough*

TW: Language, Smut, Rough Sex, Dom Zack, Sub Reader, Fingering (Fem), Scissoring, Pet Names, Daddy Kink, Choking, Degredation, Breath Play, Praise, Wall Sex, Doggy, Pinch of Overstimulation, Clit Fucking (?), Why Tf Do I Always Write At Midnight-

"Honey, I'm home~" Your sweet words echoed down the hallway.

They reached your partner's ears, his silhouette showing up in the bedroom's doorframe. "Y/n?" He muttered. His voice was course, almost as if he'd been sleeping.

"Where's my hug?" Arms outstretched, you tilt your head in confusion with a pout. "Didn't you miss me?"

There wasn't a moment of hesitation before warm hands wrapped around your tiny frame. Head rested into the crook of your neck, Zack let out a sigh. "Of course I missed you, dumbass..."

"Then what's wrong?"

At first when he pulled away you were nervous, but the next moment had the heat building in your lower region. Strong hands gently made their way down your thighs, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine. "It's been days. 𝘋𝘢𝘺𝘴 since I've felt you. Seen you. Touched you..."

Your moans only spurred him on. "Zack.."

"I need this. You need this. Just- fuck- just let me... Let me touch you. Let me feel you.."

And of course you told him yes. Well, the best you could muster with his body pressing you firmly to the front door. His kisses moved up to your lips as both hands ripped off your shorts. Yes, you'd just gotten them. Did you care? Not in the slightest. His hand dipped into your panties, one finger sweeping past your folds and pushing into you without a second thought.

"How the hell do you get wet so fast... Such a good fucking doll for me."

Without slowing down, his other hand slipped under your shirt. He didn't rip it, but broke the kiss for only a second before going in for your neck again. Your bra was unclipped and allowed your breasts to make themselves known to him.

"Damn gorgeous is what you are. So fucking gorgeous for me. Only me. Isn't that right, doll?"

He added another finger, hitting your g-spot harder and harder every time. Mouth taking on an entire tit, his teeth gently rubbing on your nipple.

The pleasure was getting unbearable. It was coming, you knew it. "Y-yes, Daddy. Daddy keep going please! I'm so so close~"

He knew it, too. The nickname had him growing harder, his erection hurting at this rate. Both fingers scissored you over and over, your back arching slightly.

That is, until they stop completely. A wimper left your lips at the loss of contact. He didn't leave you long, though, before removing his boxers and your panties in the matter of a moment. His dick swollen and hard, you knew it to be thick. Had he prepped you enough? Usually it took an orgasm or two to prep you.

One hand on either side of your hips, his dick gingerly met your clit. "Such a slut for me, aren't you?"

You couldn't muster a reply, words tumbling against each other.

He pulled it back, taking you off the door and throwing your fragile body onto the couch like a ragdoll. You couldn't process anything before he was behind you, flipping you over so your ass was wide open for him.

"Now, doll, didn't I ask you a question?" He asked, voice deep and one hand on the back of your neck.

"Y-Yes... Yes, Daddy. I'm such a slut, Daddy."

"Who's slut?"

"Yours, Daddy."

You couldn't see him, but his smirk was growing by the moment. His heterocromatic eyes rested on your figure, drinking in the sight.

"Please, Zack." You cried out underneath him. "Please just fuck me. I don't care anymore, just fuck me..!"

"Good girl."

One swift movement was all it took. He didn't stop, didn't let you get used to it. His finger rested on your clit, small tight circles opening you up for him. The other hand rested on the back of your neck, barely leaving enough room for air.

"Such a good fucking doll. All for me~"

#aod #angels of death #isaac foster #zack foster #zack foster x reader #zack foster smut #smut #tw smut #tw dark content #tw dark themes #tw choking #tw degredation #f me i guess

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mackjlee9 · 2 years

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

Warning; blowjob, riding.

Masterlist.

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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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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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rules+whoiwritefor ???

rules ?

• no piss,, shit,, fart kinks cs ew

• no pedophilia

• i dnt write male readers,, only gender neutral or fem!reader

• requests r always open

note ? i write in my own style: lowercase,, double commas,, no apostrophes,, slang,, etc .

fandoms + characters i write for:

artists ?

• chief keef

• ddosama

• destroy lonely

• ddot

• evvls,, jaydes,, yen

• jacquees

• juice wrld

• king von

• ken carson

• kodak black

• lil tracy minaj

• lucki

• luh tyler

• playboi carti

• skimask the slump

• trippie redd

• xxxtentacion

• young thug

creepypasta ?

• bloody painter

• eyeless jack

• laughing jack

• homicidal liu

• jane the killer

• jeff the killer

• ticci tobi

bungo stray dogs ?

• chuuya nakahara

• edgar allen poe

• fyodor dostoyevsky

• nikolai gogol

• osamu dazai

• ranpo edogawa

• yumeno kyusaku (only platonic or child reader x yumeno, no smut hes like 10.)

danganronpa ?

• celestia ludenberg

• ibuki mioda

• kokichi oma

• nagito komaeda

• rantaro amami

• shuichi saihara

genshin impact ?

• albedo kreideprinz

• chongyun

• columbina

• cyno mahamatra

• diluc ragnvindr

• dori (platonic)

• fischl

• gorou

• hu tao

• itto arataki

• kazuha kaedehara

• klee (platonic)

• kokomi sangonomiya

• mona megistus

• qiqi (platonic)

• raiden ei

• razor

• rosaria

• sayu (platonic)

• shenhe

• tighnari

• venti

• xiao

• yae miko

• zhongli

haikyuu ?

• akira kunimi

• atsumu miya

• kei tsukishima

• keiji akaashi

• kenjiro shirabu

• kenma kozume

• kentaro kyotani

• kiyoko shimizu

• kiyoomi sakusa

• kotaro bokuto

• osamu miya

• rintarou suna

• satori tendou

jujutsu kaisen ?

• mahito

• megumi fushiguro

• ryomen sukuna

• toge inumaki

• toji fushiguro

• yuji itadori

naruto ?

• deidara

• gaara

• hinata hyuga

• kiba inuzuka

• naruto uzumaki

• neji hyuga

• sasori

• sasuke cchiha

• shikamaru nara

obey me ?

• asmodeus

• barbatos

• beelzebub

• belphegor

• leviathan

• mammon

• satan

tokyo revengers ?

Emma Sano

Hajime Kokonoi

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

Izana Kurokawa

Kazutora Hanemiya

Keisuke Baji

Manjiro Sano

Nahoya "Smiley" Kawata

Ran Haitani

Rindou Haitani

Seishu Inui

Senju "Kawaragi" Akashi

Shuji Hanma

Souya "Angry" Kawata

Takashi Mitsuya

Wakasa Imaushi

Twisted Wonderland:

Floyd Leech

Idia Shroud

Jamil Viper

Leona Kingscholar

Lilia Vanrouge

Malleus Draconia

Riddle Rosehearts

Ruggie Bucchi

Silver Vanrouge

Vil Schoenheit

YuGiOh (Duel Monsters and Arc V):

Atem

Chazz Princeton

Duke Devlin

Ishizu Ishtar

Joey Wheeler

Mai Valentine

Marik Ishtar

Maximillion Pegasus

Ryou Bakura

Seto Kaiba

Sora Perse

Yami Bakura

Yami Marik

Yami Yugi

Yugi Muto

Yuya Sakaki

Thief King Bakura

Miscellaneous:

Adrien Agreste (Miraculous)

Amane "Hanako" Yugi (TBHK)

Ayato Kirishima (Tokyo Ghoul)

Ban (Seven Deadly Sins)

Bellatrix Lestrange (Harry Potter)

Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

carlos madrigal

ciel phantomhive

connie springer

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Dabi (MHA)

Denki Kaminari (MHA)

Eren Yeager

Gowther (Seven Deadly Sins)

Himiko Toga (MHA)

Hotaro Oreki (Hyouka)

Iguro Obanai

Illumi Zoldyck (HxH)

Isaac "Zack" Foster (Angels of Death)

Karma Akabane (Assassination Classroom)

Ken Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul)

Killua (HxH) (No Smut)

Kusuo Saiki (TDLOSK)

Levi Ackerman

Meguru Bachira (Blue Lock)

Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Micah Yujin (Error143)

Mikasa Ackerman

Mitsuri Kanroji

Muichiro Tokito

Nagi Seishiro (Blue Lock)

Ray (TPN) (No Smut)

Ray "Saeran" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Rin Okumura (Blue Exorcist)

Rodrick Heffley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Ryuunosuke Chiba (Assassination Classroom)

Sae Itoshi (Blue Lock)

Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Saeyoung "707" "Luciel" Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Suit!Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger)

Unknown (Mystic Messenger)

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bendydudeinc · 1 year

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YAY FIRST TUMBLR POST

Edited 10/26/23 cause I’m starting over with my style and I’m going to be way more laid back with my writing format yippee!

Hi. Just call me by my user not going by my name and don’t have a nickname that fits me lol He/him/her/it 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ I’m 19, queer, and horny. Anyway I still really don’t expect this account to get anywhere, but I’m a creative writer who needs practice and I have so many ideas to share with others! …mostly smut sorry. That being said, all characters I write for will be 18 or older. This is a safe place and any form of homophobia, transphobia, racism, sexism, etc will NOT be tolerated to any degree. Thank you!

WHAT I’LL WRITE YOU ASK?

hey, calm down bro.

(I don’t write for requests. This account is almost fully self indulgent, I just write whatever comes to mind so this is just a guide on what you may see on my acc.)

HOWEVER YOU CAN send me requests. This just means if I don’t feel like writing it, I simply, won’t. I won’t have any obligation. But, I could be inspired by your request and decide to write it or something similar so, don’t be afraid to give me ideas! It may just take me a little while longer to get to.

NSFW- literally everything under the rainbow except heavy blood kinks

dark content- I have a thing for men who get obsessive to the point of mental manipulation and stalking so

fluff/comfort- ALL OF IT <33

angst/hurt- I’m sorry, I don’t do it I’m sensitive

Characters I write for

(I’m gay btw that’s why they’re all dudes)

🏳️‍🌈

BSD- Chūya, Dazai, Ango, Rampo, Kunikida, Fyodor, Nikolai, Akutagawa

Rick and Morty- Rick, toxic Rick, all kinds of Rick babbyyyyy (I have issues)

Angels of Death- Zack Zack Zack Zack and Isaac foster.

Black Clover- Nozel, Zora, Julius maybe idk if I randomly feel like it

This is controversial for some reason but it’s dumb to try to stop minors from thirsting after anime characters, I don’t think minors reading smut is abnormal or can seriously be prevented. I sure know I read smut as a minor and so did most y’all. So I’ll just say it once. Just- read responsibly. I will be writing mature content intended for adults. You have been warned, and i suggest you consider scrolling if under 18.

PLEASE PLEASE LET ME KNOW ANY SUGGESTIONS YOU HAVE I WANNA CREATE COOL STUFF! THATS IT THANKS FOR READING <33

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ihartnat · 1 year

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— about me … !

— my name is margaux, i am 19 !

— i write smut and angst, feel free to request or message !

— i mostly write about natasha romanoff

— women/milfs that i stan: scarlett johansson, elizabeth olsen, kathryn hahn, rachel weisz, brie larson, hailee steinfeld, and florence pugh

— men/dilfs i stan: chris evans and oscar isaac

— fictional characters that i truly love: natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, agatha harkness, carol danvers, kate bishop, yelena belova, kelly foster, and nicole barber

#— margaux’s navigation

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 2 years

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Angels of Winter

Request: AOD Zack x female reader where reader is genuinely not caring if she lives or dies but loves him for who he is and doesn’t try to change him and accepts him for who he is. Soulmate au. Fluff to smut, Rachel and her have a mother/sister relationship

by @stygianoir

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: so much profanity, fluff to smut, fem!reader, soulmate au (seeing the other person's memory when they touch for the first time), no protection

Note: I genuinly had so much fun writing this, listening to the soundtrack, (looking up curse words for Zack) and everything. Thank you for the request 💕

Wordcount: 1.6k+

You put down your book, emotionless eyes looking back at you in the café window. You sighed; November did feel better than all the other times of the year. Late winter especially. You licked your dry lips. At least snow didn´t fall often anymore in the city. You liked it when the world looked bleak like this.

As you stepped out into the cold, warm coat protecting you from the wind, you looked up to see grey clouds looming over the buildings which were of the same lifeless colour. As raindrops started hitting your face, you went down the street, as fast as you could, to evade any large group of people.

The part of the city you lived in was considered dark and abandoned by some. Like an alleyway, with brick walls seemingly falling apart and forlorn tissues flying with the wind; trash laying in bags, leaning against the front of the buildings. Some of the windows were shut tight, nails holding wooden planks in place. Others were simply broken, left like that, and then there were some with old and dirty shutters down. They had been like that since you could remember. People you saw rarely. When the weather was better, you would hear the muffled laughter of children playing outside. You put your book into your pocket. It was always the same book, and anyways, it was the only one you owned.

“What the fuck is this place? Fucking creepy.”

“The last neighbourhood of the city,” Rachel answered softly.

“Haah? People actually live in this dumpsite?” Zack looked at her incredulously, scythe propped up on his shoulder as he walked beside the girl.

“See,” she stretched out her arms to point at a pair of eyes quickly disappearing behind broken wood planks.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, before cackling loudly. “People actually live in this shit hole?”

Rachel didn´t respond.

“And you think one of those creeps is just gonna let us in?”

The girl shook her head.

“Then what are we even doing here, Ray?”

“Some of the apartments are empty. Look.”

Zack followed her gaze. The apartment had broken windows, third floor, and the front door of the house was broken too. He groaned.

“Fuck Ray, I told ya I was gonna kill ya. No need to get us killed in that fu-“

“No one will go in there.”

“Maybe they wanna steal somthin´?”

“Zack, you have a scythe dripping blood and we are both wearing clothes that are far beyond saving. What are they going to steal? A very obvious murder weapon?”

Zack leaned forward and spit to the ground.

“´s a good one though,” he grinned up at her, before straightening his back again. “Fuck, I´d die for that pretty thing.”

Rachel looked up at him incredulously, but didn´t reply. A foreign voice beat her to it.

“Oh, are you the type to give objects female names?”

Zack spun around; scythe held in front of him. His eyes widened when he saw a young woman in front of him, with eyes like crystals, holding the same expression as Rachel´s.

“Who are you?” Rachel asked the stranger but was ignored. Instead, the stranger opted to lay her head to the side before saying:

“You are right though, she is pretty. But I guess you´d need to rid her of the rust. The red would look even more stunning on her then.” She met Zack´s eyes, whose mouth was standing agape by now. Then she turned to look at Rachel. “I´m (Y/N),” before walking towards them. Zack tensed up, but she only passed them, and walked down the dark street. The two companions, Zack bewildered and Rachel curious, watched her leave them behind.

Suddenly the woman stopped and looked back at them. She sighed before motioning with her hand for them to follow her. Zack stood frozen on his spot, watching her suspiciously as she was slowly taken in by shadows, but Rachel immediately followed her.

“Come on Zack, it´s probably better than rained in apartments anyways.”

“A killer?”

“A serial killer,” the man who had introduced himself as Zack corrected you.

“Ah.”

“Aren´t you scared?”

You shook your head. “Why would I be?”

Zack stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide in what could only be described as desperation. “Of all the fucking people I had to meet, I got two crazed chicks.”

You set down three cups on the table, before coming to sit beside them at the round, wobbly table in the middle of your kitchen.

“And what are you two doing here?”

“We were fleeing from the police.”

“Ah.”

A silent ensued.

“Where are you planning to go now?”

“Fuck if we know,” Zack replied.

“Does he always cuss this much?” you turned to Rachel and the girl nodded.

“Unfortunately.”

“What´s that supposed to mean, huh?”

Zack reached forward to get his own cup, brushing his hand with yours. He tensed and immediately drew his hand back, but images started to fill his mind, images of things that had happened, but not to him. No.

When his mind had cleared, he looked at you.

“What the fuck was that?”

“You sure you wanna tag along?”

You shrugged.

“What else should I do. And besides, not everyday you meet your soulmate,” you teased.

Zack rolled his eyes.

“´s something different leaving your home behind.”

You halted your movements for a second, looking around the shabby room, before staring at him, eyebrows raised:

“Oh, how I will miss my home.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever, just hurry up,” he said, turning around to leave the room.

A house deep in a forest, on a manmade clearing. Snow falling in soft flakes to the white coloured ground. Cold fingers brushed against your hips, searching their way around your body. Leaving goosebumps in their wake. He shakily exhaled, warm breath in contrast to the cool touches. His nose brushed against your chest as he moved up your body until his lips hovered directly over yours, bright eyes looking right into yours. For a second, he paused, his lips slightly apart as he admired your flushed face staring up at him. Then he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. They moved gently against each other. After a few moments Zack moved back and came face to face with your clothed core. He brought his mouth right against it, feeling it pulse. A choked moan left his mouth as he felt you press closer to his mouth. His hands came up to softly hold down your thighs. Then he started to press open mouthed kisses over your core. His heart started racing when he started hearing soft mewls leave your mouth, and as he looked up he nearly forgot how to breath. Your eyes were closed, and your eyebrows furrowed. Your shiny lips were apart, making room for the sounds that had his cock throb in his pants.

“Zack.”

He nearly toppled over hearing you say his name like that.

“Please.”

“Yeah, you like that?” he asked throatily, heat spreading across his cheeks.

“Mmh,” you answered, before gasping as one of his cold fingers found its way under your panties to your clit. The moan that followed made him shudder.

He quickly tore off your panties for more access and nearly came at the sight before him.

“Fu-uck,” he groaned. “Fucking pretty pussy. I made you that wet?” He glanced up to you nodding, lost in the pleasure the finger caressing your clit gave you. “Yeah, fuck-“ he cut himself of again, fully entranced by the way your legs spasmed when another finger circled you hole. Gently, he pressed one digit in, eyes transfixed on how your body sucked him in, walls pressing down on it, imagining that tight grip on his cock. A guttural moan left him. “Fuck, doll, so good. Feel good?”

“Yeah, yeah it does,” you gasped.

Slowly, he began to pump his digit inside of you, adding another one after a minute.

“Please, Zack, ´m ready,” you whined, his lazy movements not enough for you.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, reaching down to unclasp his belt and take off his clothes. Then he moved up, pressing his lips against yours as he finally pressed the tip of his cock against your slit. You groaned against each other´s mouth as he sunk into you, breath hitching when he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck – doll,” he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Your eyes were rolled up, only letting out a small “Yeah?”, before your breath got knocked out again as Zack drew back his hips to thrust into you again. You let out a shaky moan as he sped up, trembling legs wrapping around his waist to tug him even closer. Zack laid his head into your neck, groaning and pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, biting and bruising the flesh there.

A shiver went through you when he hit a certain spot, and you let out a gasp followed by a moan.

Zack moved deep within you, every roll of his hips sending you closer and closer to your climax. And when his fingers, fumbling, moved down and caught your clit, your body jolted, back arching before, with one final thrust of his hips, you came, face growing hot as you shook in his arms. With a few more pumps Zack followed you, groaning loudly into your neck, hips stuttering as he finished inside you.

For a moment you stayed like that, trying to catch your breaths, before Zack carefully pulled out and looked at you.

“How the fuck are you so pretty?” he murmured; eyebrows furrowed. You laughed, stretching out your arms to hug him close.

“Shut up, you should have heard your cute moans.”

“Don´t you fucking dare, woman,” he threatened, but you didn´t miss the fond look in his eyes as he came to rest next to you, tugging you into his side. There was no way in hell he was going to let you go anytime soon.

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bakubabes-tatakae · 3 years

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Just thinking about this because I just got into your writing💗, and I’d like to be included in the thirst: Zack Foster would lowkey be open to the daddy kink. I feel like he would love being called Daddy for some reason. Thoughts? -🖤

Thirsting is ALWAYS open so come on down whenever you'd like. 👏The daddy kink is my ultimate kink... but your girl has daddy issues herself soooooo.... makes sense.

TW: Daddy kink, 18+ content

Zack Foster would most definitely love being called daddy. I can hear it in his voice now. "Do what daddy tells you with no objections, alright?"

He'll have you pinned to the wall with his hands gripping your waist. He doesn't want any fight from you as his hands slowly start to wander your body, up your sides slowly as they grip onto your breasts. "I expect you to do everything that I tell you without hesitation. You got that?" There's a growl in his chest as his last sentence.

You'll lean into him as his lips touch your neck, clawing at his clothes desperately to get them off. You just want to be able to touch every inch of him without the fabric standing in your way.

He'll place his hand gently on your neck and speak soft and low in your ear. "Tell me what I want to hear. That name that I love so much, doll. Who do you belong to? Who owns every single inch of you."

And when it leaves your lips he'll want to devour you, every inch of you is his and he's going to make sure you know that. "I belong to you, daddy. You own me."

Thirst Time Anyone? 🤤

#zack foster x reader #isaac foster x reader #angels of death x reader #tw: daddy kink #tw// daddy kink #zack foster smut #isaac foster smut #angels of death smut #harlie.nsfw #🖤 anon

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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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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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