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bakugokemkatsuki · 1 year ago
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Zack Foster (Angels of Death) X Reader
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~Warning:Dark Topics (ie murder/attempted), cussing
~NOT FLUFF
His manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of pure insanity in his eyes, as he’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed as sweat beaded down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second and you were breathing heavily, panting out of breath. You quickly flip the light on next to you and look around the room. Of course, it’s safe. Your home. You made it out of that hell hole but the trauma  it caused you life long affects. You had almost been killed by Zack while you were in there. This left you to jump at the slightest noises and become so scared of sharp objects and the color brown that it made life very difficult at times. You could hardly leave the house without having a break down. You swear you saw him everywhere, and yet at the same time you didn’t. You kept trying to convince yourself it was your mind playing tricks on you. That’s all. You cuddled up dimming the light but not turning it off as you calmed yourself. You were almost asleep when you heard it the door shut on its own. You shot up and immediately looked only to see him staring at you. You were so scared you couldn’t move you couldn’t scream, nothing. You were completely frozen in fear. “I told you I’d find you doll. Time for me to cut you open”…
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junkratswifey · 2 years ago
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can you please write Daniel Dickens x trans male reader smut, could you also please make reader the dominant one? Thank you
DANNY????? UHHH, YEAHHH???
Also idk if you meant before or after bottom surgery, so I'm doing after just that way I don't confuse myself if I continue editing while I'm high/drunk 😭
Uhhh like not really warnings but "containing": Praise, degrading, begging, crying, swearing, usage of "slvt"
Danny exhaled deeply, his face a beautiful shade of red. Y/N gently touched him, teasing every inch of him.
"Y–Y/N.."
"Yes, Danny?"
He put his fist near his mouth, biting it. He whimpered muffled swears. "Please..."
Y/N bit his lip, smirking.
"Please, f..uck me.."
Y/N chuckled quietly in a deep tone. "Is that what you want?"
Danny nodded, putting his fist down whilst panting like a dog.
"Are you gonna be a good boy for me?"
Danny nodded, slight whimpers of "mhm" coming out of his mouth.
"Do you wanna beg for it, my sweet, stupid, slutty doctor?"
Danny moaned loudly. He was a sucker for being degraded, and Y/N knew it.
"Yes...yes, please! Please, f-fuck me! Please, please!!"
Y/N stopped smiling. "What's my name?"
Danny bit his lip, "Haa, ah, M-Master...please! I'll be a good boy, such a good boy for you, please!"
Y/N gently stroked Danny's hair, slowly removing both of their clothes.
Danny groaned as Y/N's hot breath grazed his neck.
He repeated, "Please, please, please," over and over while his mouth turned dry.
Y/N smiled, kissing his neck. "Look at you down here. Are you really that turned on?"
Danny didn't reply.
"I asked you a question," Y/N said, demandingly.
Danny nodded. "Yes-Y-yes, p-please..."
Y/N carefully slid his hand down Danny's stomach, pausing right before his waist.
"Wh-what are you..doing?"
"Beg," Y/N said, his eyes filled with pure lust.
Danny's eyes began to well up with tears. "P-please!! I can't beg a-anymore! Please just, use your h-hand...haah..."
Y/N smiled, finally moving down.
IM SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER I WANNA LEAVE IT TO YOUR IMAGINATION
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acc--deactivated · 1 year ago
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featuring: zack foster
cw: knife play, oral sex (m receiving)
synopsis: you get send to zack's floor as a sacrifice, but you're way crazier than him
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you're crazy. batshit crazy, absolutely insane. you must've really lost it at this point.
even though deep down, you know that, you can not help but rub your thighs together, feeling your wet, leaking centre against the back of your legs as you're kneeling on the floor of the room.
the concrete scratches your knees and your thighs sting a little from holding this position for so long, but you can only look up to the man in front of you, warmth spreading through your veins and balling up in the pit of your lower body.
you realize that you love to look up at him like this, to see his uneven eyes glow beneath the shadow of black strands falling into his face, sinister smirk showing his sharp teeth. the way he flips his rigged combat knife between his fingers makes you squirm a little, albeit not out of fear, but pure anticipation.
your eyes are still glued to his and you can barely keep in a sigh when his voice echoes in your ear.
„aren't you one crazy little slut?“
a litte snicker mingles with the words and you stretch a little when his hand moves, your breath stalling in your throat when he rests the dull edge of the knife against your cheek.
„getting turned on by me hunting you, losing your shit just by being touched by my scythe...“
the rigged metal slowly grazes your skin, makes your hair stand on edge and you can't help the little gasp leaving your lips when it brushes your jaw, eventually tips up your chin a little.
„you're basically begging to be ruined. filthy little thing.“
your lips part slightly, let out a soft little breath and you can see something change in his gaze when you lightly rest your tongue on your lower lip, make it barely peak out of your mouth.
he lets out a chuckle at that, a deep sound rumbling from his chest.
„want me to start with your mouth, huh?“
the tip of his knife slowly slides up the soft curve of your chin, through the small valley beneath your mouth, until it rests on your lower lip, creating a little dent in the skin.
„lick it.“
a shiver runs down your spine at the deep sound of his voice, like cold water on your back and you clench your thighs, let out a shaky little breath before you slowly push your tongue out, carefully run its tip over the flat side of his knife.
the cold metal is a harsh contrast against your warm mouth, and you feel yourself get even wetter at the feeling, become almost eager in your movements when you push out your tongue fully, stretching it until the dull edge rests on its flat surface.
you see zack's grin widen at your antics, watch how he runs his own tongue over one of his sharp canines, before he slides it further to lick through the corner of his mouth.
„haha shit, you really are crazy, huh?“
the only response he gets is a little whine echoing from your throat, while you slightly lean your head to the side, lick over the flat surface of the knive again.
his smirk falters slowly at the sight, you can see how his eyes darken, how he lets out a breathy „fuck-“ before biting down on his lower lip.
it makes you so happy, makes a little smile tug at your lips when you see how much the sight of you riles him up and you whimper again, think to feel a little shiver go through him when you press your tongue harder against the cold steel he's holding against you.
you keep on looking at him, feel a happy shiver in your lower body upon hearing how he undoes the zipper of his pants, and you're almost sad when he pulls his hand away, breaks the connection of your mouth with his weapon.
for a second, you give him an almost pouty look, but only until you lower your eyes, see how he pushes down his pants.
a little smile spreads on your lips and you straighten your back a bit, raising your sweet puppy eyes back to his dark gaze, tongue still lightly hanging from your lips.
he smirks at the sight, a crook in the right corner of his mouth.
„bet a crazy slut like you gives great head“ he mocks with a dark tone.
you see from the corner of your eye how he strokes himself and you rub your thighs together again, already feeling how sticky your legs get with your own arousal.
obediently, you open your mouth, let your tongue hang out in an inviting gesture, with a small, encouraging whine and begging eyes, and he snickers at the sight.
happy anticipation spreads through the fire in your veins when he steps closer to you and you almost come by the touch alone when he rests his tip on your tongue, its weight and warmth sending a shiver through you.
„you looked so confident while licking my knife. i have high expectations now, you know that?“
his hand finds its way to the back of your head, holds you in place, erases any possibility to slip or pull away and his dominance makes you so weak that you feel glad to already be on your knees.
„so don't disappoint me“, he muses, voice deep and dark and dangerous before he pulls your head in, drowns his cock in the warm and wet cavern of your mouth.
it feels like heaven and you don't hesitate to wrap your lips around him, suck him in, as deep, as good as possible.
the hiss you hear from above feels satisfying and praising, only encourages you to take him in deeper.
he slides into your throat and you accept him happily, sighing in pleasure and slightly leaning in, moving your head in slow, sweet strokes, relishing in the deep, satisfied groan he lets out.
„shiiit, good girl. this is way better than killing you.“
you whine around his cock, look up at him through happy tears, see his grin widen while his bandaged fingers nestle in your hair, start guiding your head in a rougher pace.
„keep on using your mouth like that. maybe i'll keep you around for a little while.“
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htchnr · 8 months ago
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ミ★ favorite activity ꜜ ASH WILLIAMS.
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𖦹 masterlist. 𖦹 buy me a ko-fi!
「 ꜜsummary,, Ash isn't much of a Tiktok guy, but he loves laying or sitting with you while you doom scroll. count on Ash always finding a way to end up between your thighs. 」
「 ꜜcontent,, Modern AU! AoD!Ash ⋆ Ash is a tease ⋆ smut ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ Ash has both hands. ꜜwc,, 0,9k. 」
© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!
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the afternoon was peaceful, Ash was sprawled out on your couch, your back draped across his lap as he watched tv and you scrolled through tiktok. his hand massaged your stomach and waist as you endlessly scrolled, warm fingers dragging beneath your shirt.
his eyes snapped down as you let out a bizarre sound while bursting out in laughter. " oh god, what'd you see this time? " he huffs with a smile, watching you curl up in his lap to press your face against his stomach. his smile widening as you absolutely lose it against him.
he doesn't even know what you're laughing about, but your laugh is infectious. " give that here, i want in on the fun, " he grabs your phone from your hand with his free hand, keeping the one tightly around your waist.
he turns the phone around, watching the video that was playing on loop. he blinks at the video, but within a second he starts laughing as well.
the both of you laugh, your now empty hand resting against his chest as you turn on your back again to face him. you take deep breaths, trying to cool down a little. " alright, hand it over again, mister. " you laugh breathlessly, trying to take your phone back. but Ash holds it out of reach, looking down at you with that stupid cheesy grin.
he shakes his head, only holding it higher. you huff, sitting up as you move to straddle him, one hand on his shoulder as you try to grab your phone. he immediately wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you tightly against him as he taunts you.
" knock it off, Ash! " you groan, leaning back as you're fully seated in his lap. Ash teasingly presses his hips up into yours, watching as your brows twitch a little. you cross your arms, pouting. " c'mon, i was busy watching things, "
Ash grins, pressing a short kiss to your lips. " let's watch whatever you were watching together, " he offers instead, a hopeful glint in those big brown eyes of his as he looks up at you through his thick lashes.
you drop your pout, happy to doom scroll through the platform together. " fine, how do you want to sit? then we can both see the screen better, "
Ash's arm tightens around your waist as you move, holding your hips down firmly. " uh uh, you're more than fine like this, baby. we'll make it work. " a sleazy grin on his lips, of course.
you shake your head with a reluctant smile, in truth you didn't mind staying like this, hips pressed into his, the occasional buck of his hips sending a small wave of pleasure through you. " you're lucky you're so pretty, mister. " you huff, turning so that you can rest the side of your face against his shoulder, eyes on your phone that he's holding in front of you two as he scrolls.
the two of you stay like that for what feels like at least an hour or two, laughing at random videos as the occasional buck of his hips frequents. both of your breathing slowly getting a little more heavy with each movement.
after what you would've guessed to be about an hour and a half of this, Ash turns off your phone, chucking it to the side as he adjusts your hips above his. you lift your head from his shoulder, eyes on his with slight confusion — until you see the hungry look in his eyes.
he leans in, hungrily pressing his lips against yours. he pulls away a little, his lips brushing against yours, " we should do this more often, baby. " he breathes, pressing more urgent kisses to your lips, then trailing down your jaw.
you roll your hips against his, fingers threading through his dark hair as you hold his face against you. " i wasn't done watching.. " you trail off, a moan slipping past your lips as he sucks gentle bruises into your soft skin.
his fingers biting into your hips as he continues his assault on your throat. " well i'm sorry, princess, " he tuts against your wet skin, " how about we fix that? " the tone in his voice making you shudder against him.
that's how you ended up here, your back pressed against his chest as you're seated in his lap and his thick cock stuffing you full — his hand holding your jaw in place as the other hand holds your phone for you to continue watching tiktoks, auto scroll turned on.
your hips tremble each time he bucks up into you, your walls clenching around him desperately. " Ash please, " you whine, trying to free your chin from his firm hold.
" ah ah, you said you weren't done yet, " he tuts, his hips bucking up harshly into yours as you clench around him.
you let out a lewd moan, trying to lift your hips. he tsk's, laying down your phone so he can hold down your hips with his now free hand. " please m'sorry, Ash, i need you, " you whine, just desperate for him to fuck you.
a wicked grin stretches across his lips as he leans in, pressing open mouthed kisses to your throat. " oh yeah, baby? " he taunts, nipping at your jaw. you feverishly nod against his hold, trying so hard to swivel your hips in any way. " you need me to fuck you, sweet thing? make you feel good? "
you nod, chanting a string of breathless 'yes's. Ash chuckles, letting go of your jaw as both of his hands grab at your hips. he pulls you off of him, large hands forcefully turning you around in his lap. he lines up again, pressing in quickly and forcefully, the movement making you gasp out as he fills you up again. " please, " you moan, " please, please, please-! "
his hands tug at the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head and throwing it somewhere through the room. he eagerly leans in, dragging his teeth across your bare chest. " then ride me, dollface, "
your walls flutter at his words, eagerly wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you pick up your hips, moaning as he drags out, then dropping your hips again, your head lolling back as his thick cock fills you back up again.
" that's it, c'mon cowgirl, " he grins, that sleazy horrible grin on his lips. but you couldn't find it in you to care right now, not with his thick length bullying your insides so deliciously.
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deathc-re · 2 years ago
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zack is obsessed with you. from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet he worships every single inch of your body. the thought of anyone else touching you, the thought of anyone else even looking at you drives him into a quiet frenzie, blood boiling and hands itching for his scyth.
that's how you ended up here, late at night in the bathroom of some random convenience store. getting pushed up against the wall, his calloused hands covering your mouth and red eyes staring into yours dangerously.
"you like him huh? that fucking cashier?" he huffed, maneuvering his pants with his free hand. "you like how he looked at you and smiled? i bet he wants to fuck you, baby. y'know he can't, right?"
you nodded, feeling the heat rush between your legs. he moved his hand and took your lips for a kiss. he was hungry for you, starving, and you could hear it in his groans that came out like growls. he pulled away and smiled at you wickedly, before pushing you down to your knees and tapping his angry red tip against your lips. diligently, you opened your mouth and took him in, looking up at him with this eyes that drove him even crazier.
"oh you're just gorgeous." he breathed, reaching down to cup your face. you took more and more of him in, eyes screwing shut at the tight feeling in your throat.
he whimpered, grabbing your hair to guide your head. it usually started off slow, him letting you adjust to him, but not today. his pace was brutal, and you were sure he'd bruised the back of your throat. the tears at the corners of your eyes and gags that rang through bathroom only spurred him on further, the coil in his stomach loosening.
"ugh- fuck babe yk i love you right? hottest f-fucking thing to walk-" his voice came out pitchy and desperate. the heat you felt between your legs only grew with each of his praises.
suddenly he pulled you off him. with a huff you leaned back against the wall behind you, drool dripped down your chin, tears stained the corners of your eyes and cheeks, and you looked at him with confusion. he stroked himself at your look, grunts and moans spewing out of him in a tangle of sounds.
in a burst he leaked onto your face, hot ropes landing all over you. he let out a deep sigh, turning to lean against the wall with you, weakling placing himself back in his pants. you looked over at him with mild annoyance, wiping him off your face and standing to go rinse in the sink.
"where are you off to handsome? don't think i'd leave you hanging."
an: first request omg!! it's a male reader but i wasn't too specific so hopefully everyone can enjoy it 🗣️
not my best work but i'm writing this on the plane back from germany (i'm paranoid the lady behind me is reading this filth lmao)
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emo-emu64 · 2 years ago
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Slasher Season
IT'S SLASHER SEASON GUYS!  I'm hoping this will help with my writer's block so I can finally finish the next chapter of "Where The Angels Fall".
CW:Blood, death, creepy people, weapon imagery, language
My book lays open on my desk beside me, forgotten. I can barely keep my eyes open in the dim lighting of my room as I wait for him.
The 'him' in question is of course the one and only; Isaac Foster. Zack.
The media however, only knows him as 'The Reaper'. The same name I knew him by when we first met.
I was only a junior in high school, trying to walk the young blonde girl that I babysat home from the skating rink, when we were attacked by a group of unsavory men.
That was when Zack stepped in, eliminating the threat in exchange for the candy he saw us buy at the gas station near the rink minutes earlier.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
I raise my head and smile at the quiet noise, he knows he can use the front door, no one will see him. I live in the middle of nowhere for a reason. He just knows I'm already up here, and he likes to show off. Regardless, I quickly make my way to the window and open it.
It's odd, to watch someone as tall as he is shrink enough to fit through my bedroom window so easily.
When he succeeds in making it through, he resumes his stature. Tall. Looming. Menacing.
I latch onto him, wrapping my arms around him, and burying my face in his chest.
He lets me as his arms steady me by the waist, "easy there, sweetheart."
I look up in order to meet his eyes, "sorry, just missed you, I was getting worried."
He sighs down at me with a fond look that makes me want to kick my feet and giggle like a little kid, "I know, I know. Gotta lay low sometimes, can't have the cops finding out about ya, now can I?"
I shake my head and he brushes a stray hair from my face, " I missed you too."
He looks weary, like he hasn't properly eaten or slept in days, "Are you hungry? I can order a pizza?"
He nods excitedly and I laugh, picking my phone up off of the desk, the number of the best local pizza place around is saved and I hear the phone ring.
The owner, a sweet old Italian man that was most certainly in the mob at some point, picks up the phone. He recognizes my voice, asking if it's just the usual (two large pepperoni pizzas with extra cheese). When I confirm he asks for the address, before sending it on its way and hanging up. 
When I open the bedroom door, Zack follows closely behind me, and we make our way down the stairs and to the living room, plopping down on the couch as Zack pulls me close to him. We wait for the pizza and Zack tells me that he can stay a good while without having to worry about the cops or my safety. 
When looking for a new place a few months ago, I did everything in my power to find a place where Zack could live too. So he wasn't fucking off to God knows where in the name of my safety and not his. This was the one place he would even consider.
"Zack, this place is the definition of bum-fuck nowhere, I really don't think we have to worry about that anymore."
He nods, "I know, but you haven't been here long enough for me to know for sure, Just a lil' longer, I promise."
I nod enthusiastically because it gives me hope, Zack never breaks a promise.
When the pizza guy arrives, Zack lifts his hood over his head, the media has no clue what he looks like, but the bandages he wears aren't exactly a green flag to other people.
I open the door and am met with a driver I have never seen before. The pizza place has been hiring for a long time, and for a moment I am overjoyed to see that those sweet workers may not have to work themselves to the bone to keep the place running anymore. 
But then the driver looks me up and down and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. He smiles and it is all wrong, something is wrong.
I hand the man the money for the order and his tip. He hand me the pizza, but does not leave.
"This is a real nice place you got up here. You live here all by yourself?"
I force a smile, a laugh, and a thank you, "No, my boyfriend's here."
I glance back and see that Zack has noticed the shift in the air, his back is pressed to the couch and his head is resting atop the back of it. He watches out of the corner of his eye. Laying low, but staying aware.
"Need help carrying anything, babe?"
Zack's way of showing the man he's there, of showing me he's there.
"No, it's okay I got it!"
The pizza guy looks back to Zack, sizing him up, before looking back at me and smiling again, "You have a nice night, ma'am. Hope to see you again soon."
I close the door behind him, latching it immediately.
Zack stands, making his way over to a window, watching the stranger leave, "What the fuck was his problem?" 
I shrug, still a bit shaken, "I don't know, he's new, maybe he's just trying to get on the good side of all the regulars. Making that tip money, ya know?"
Zack huffs in a way that tells me he's not convinced. To be honest, neither am I.
"He would make better tips by not being such a fucking creep."
I nod, and Zack takes the pizza from me, walking over to set it down on the coffee table as we sit on the couch. I sit down next to him and scoot close.
He looks down at me with a furrowed brow, wrapping an arm around me, "Y'alright?" 
I nod and smile up at him, watching as he opens a box and instantly shoves half a slice of pizza in his face.
Zack and I stayed up into the wee hours of the morning talking. He let me tell him all about the small uninteresting events of my week, and I let him complain about his. He thankfully leaves out the graphic parts, especially after just having finished eating. 
It's late when I begin to doze off on his shoulder sitting in his lap. He starts to laugh softly, "Ready for bed there, sweetheart?"
I nod gently, but when I look back up at him, he is no longer listening to me, wide awake and alert.
"D'you hear that?"
I strain my ears, and I do. A faint scraping noise, then a tapping. I nod.
"Run upstairs, lock yourself in the bathroom for me, yeah? I'll be up in a minute."
I open my mouth to argue, but decide against it when I see the look on his face. I nod and quickly follow his instructions.
I don't know how long it's been when Zack returns, but his boots and jeans are splattered with mud. He is bloody but not bleeding.
I sit on the bed while he changes out of his clothes, pulling on a pair of sweat pants.
"It was the pizza guy, he cam back up here looking for trouble. Had a knife on him this time."
"Is he...?" I can't bring myself to say it, but I do not have to.
He nods, a hint of a smirk on his lips, "As a door nail."
He slides into bed with me and pulls me close,  sighing, "Cops be damned, there's no way in hell I'm letting you stay up here by yourself if you get freaks like that coming up here."
I gasp, "Really?"
He nods, kissing the top of my head, "Can't leave you out here all alone, can I?"
I shake my head, and he holds me tightly as I drift to sleep.
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skelletonscloset · 2 years ago
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So, I saw the ‘S/O with a persona like Wanderer who falls in love with Zack foster and helps him and Ray go to the next floor’ and I absolutely loved it!
And it gave me an idea! So, if I could, can I request almost the same thing except very different
so basically, the idea is Zack and Ray go to another floor, and there are two people up there. One with the personality of Nahida form Genshin Impact, and the other is with the personality of Wanderer from Genshin impact. And basically, this floor is after the fourth/Cassy’s floor. However, unlike the other residents, the one whose persona is like Nahida does not like killing anyone, and instead, tends to them, gives them food and water because unlike the other floors, this room has trees that give fruit, and has a lake with fresh and clean water, and the person with Nahida’s persona can make medicine. Often times when people reach their floor, the person with Nahida’s persona often tends to the person and gives them food and water for their meals for their long trip. Sometimes they might try to convince the person to stay but it never really works out for their end until the S/O with Wanderer’s persona shows up.
The one whose persona is like Wanderer used to be a sacrifice, but upon coming into the person (who I don’t know the name to call them so I’ll just keep calling them Nahida while I call the one whose persona is like Wanderer S/O), so S/O used to be a sacrifice but came to Nahida’s floor, and Nahida tended to them and eventually S/O just decided to become Nahida’s ‘right hand man’. So when they come up, Ray leads Zack a little bit, and then S/O sees them and takes them to Nahida because Nahida wants to help them.
Nahida refuses to let them leave until Zack is fully healed. And over the course of them being there, Zack and S/O fall in love. And at the end of it all, when Zack finally does get better, Nahida sees this and encourages S/O to leave with the person they love, even if it leaves Nahida alone.
(I don’t have most of the details in my mind, so whether or not what happens/or what happens in the end is up to you!)
HEY THERE! i’m so sorry for the delay! i got sick, had tons of hw, it was rough. But i’ve got it done! i Hope this works for what you were looking for!!
WARNINGS: slight language and minor spoilers, not proofread and probably some messed up grammar (let me know if i missed any!)
WORD COUNT: 1907
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BLOSSOMING LOVE
The only thing that reminded you that you were even in a building was the crooked, rusty door of the elevator that stood out by itself in the back of the forest. It stood by its lonesome, no other wall or door near it. Just by itself like some sort of decrepit portal to living hell. There was another one of those elevators on the other side of the forest too, past the willow.
You were only staying in this realm because of the floor master. Her name was Lily, she’s sweet and nurturing, probably the only one of her kind in this building. She rescued you when you had narrowly managed to escape Cassy’s floor. You were covered in cuts and bruises when you were found by her. She had watched as you attempted to scramble to your feet in a fit of paralyzing fear, only instead of killing or harming you, she squatted low to the ground and offered her hand for you to take. And you had, which may have resulted in death had it been anyone else, but she didn't hurt you.
Over the course of months–maybe even years–she treated you with kindness, she had healed all your injuries, provided you food and shelter and even offered you the ability to leave whenever you chose with safe passage to the elevator. Of course you didn’t leave, you chose to stay and help her out. You’d seen many people cross over onto this floor, leaving once being nurtured and treated, promises of returning or notifying someone once they had escaped were left unfulfilled, one can only assume the horrid things that had occurred once they stepped back into the elevator that would surely rise to their impending doom. That's why when you heard the announcement that a floor resident and a sacrifice had run off and were suspected to be attempting to escape, it wasn't a shock. You knew Lily would let the people stay as long as they needed to recover.
You and Lily were sitting on a log near the lake, talking quietly when the wind blew carrying the sound of a ding, the elevator reached their floor.
“Alright lets go greet our guests!” Lily smiled, flattening her frizzy blonde hair and brushing the dirt off her pale green dress.
“No thanks, i’m not interested in meeting new people, there's no reason too when they all desert you once they’ve healed. I’ll just be in the cabin ready to make whatever remedies you need.”
“Oh come now, you should try to be friendlier, y’know.”
You scoffed, you always felt that people abused her kindness, how they always left with a dismissive thank you, as if they didn’t realize how good they had it here. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. Lily simply sighed, shaking her head before smiling slightly. “Alright then, i’ll go greet our guests.”
You made your way to the cabin, preparing all sorts of pre-made remedies and lined up materials to make whatever it was that the two people needed. It wasn't long before Lily had walked in, asking for painkillers, burn remedies, healing lotion and a plate of berries harvested from earlier in the morning. She left quickly after that. It didn't take you long to make the needed items. You held the vials of medicine in a small straw basket and in your other hand a small bowl of berries and other fruits. Your eyes widened when they met the heterochromia eyes of gold and brown belonging to a tall, hoodie clad killer.
Behind him he dragged a heavy metal scythe stained with dirt and blood and who knows what else. He wore a brown hoodie stained with old blood from the bottom up the right side, dark black hair that was messy and matted poked out from under the hood. He was covered head to toe in bandages concealing whatever injuries he had. Next to him stood a small girl, around the age of thirteen. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes that looked oddly… empty, dead even. She wore a black and white striped shirt with a white jacket ontop of her shirt and a small black satchel that went across her small frame. Your brows furrowed, handing the basket to Lily who made the two sit.
“Why don’t you tell me your names? I’ll go first, I'm Lily.”
“Youre the floor master?” The tall man leaned in, eyes wide with skepticism.
“I am.”
“What the shit?”
Lily giggled at his behavior. She explained her intentions and began rummaging through the basket you had curated for her.
“I'm Zack, and this is Ray.” Zack explained, sitting down cross legged on a small wooden bench, Ray sitting down next to him, hands folded politely in her lap.
Lily managed to clean up Ray’s small wounds and cuts. It took a lot more persuading and a lot more arguments to get Zack to untie some of his bandages for Lily to check the wounds. It looked like he had been electrocuted. And he probably had, Cassy had that time of equipment on her floor. You would know. And so maybe you empathize with him, after all, you still had your scars from the same thing. Its a wonder how he’s even alive, you had barely been shocked a great amount, he looked like she cranked it up all the way. You grit your teeth and introduce yourself to him.
His eyes were always on you, studying you as if he hadn’t see someone like you before. It was strange.
“You’ll have to stay here at least a month to make sure you’re properly healed. you can stay forever if you’d like.” Lily said, reapplying his bandages.
He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at you. “yeah yeah.,, whatever.”
you scoffed, “i haven’t heard a ‘thank you’ yet.”
“a thank you? like hell i’m saying thank you! it wasn’t my choice!” Zack frowned, arms crossed.
You raise a brow, mouth opening to retort before you hear a quiet mutter of “thank you..” you seemed satisfied and left.
Over the course of a few weeks you learned he was Illiterate. it was shocking to you at first however he said he was taken at a young age, not really learning how to properly read or write. so you often sat around a table to help him.
“okay what does this label say?” You pointed to a small vial on the desk.
“…..anti-bee..”
“anti-biotic.” you corrected. “here put it in this basket.”
you’d been doing this for a few days now, until it finally hit him. “Hey! you’re just making me do your chores!” he scowled, flailing his arms about.
you stifled your laughter, raising a brow at him. “ya caught me. now keep doing it.” Hemumbled curses at you but continued to help you organize your things.
Over the course of a few months you had taught him what it meant to be gently loved. you tried not to make it obvious that you may have been developing feelings for him. after all, it was hard to communicate that to him. He didn’t really understand, and was still tense when your hand accidentally brushed against his arm when you walked by. he hadnt told you really what happened, all you knew was underneath all of those bandages was scarred skin from intense burns.
You sat with him near the pond, collecting some berries as the two of you talked. He cleared his throat and you looked over your shoulder.
“You make me feel funny.”
“…huh?” You stopped picking the berries, standing up to face him. He’s emotionally constipated, not by his fault of course, though you still didn’t know what he meant.
“Like, when I'm near you, and.. my heart feels like it’s going to explode. and my skin feels warm, and I want to hold your hand or some shit.”
Your jaw tensed. He was saying he liked you, you liked him too. “What's that feeling called?” he asked you, tearing you away from your thoughts.
“it’s called.. Love.” you explained.
“then i love you.”
Your heartbeat stopped, breath hitching in your throat. It was pointless to love him, pointless for him to love you. After all, he’d been ready to leave in the next few days, leaving you here too,
“I love you too, Zack.” your voice hardly wavered. it came out so smoothly it sounded like a lie.
“y'know lily said i’ll be ready to leave tomorrow.”
“oh, did she now?” you felt yourself go ridged.
“yeah, she said i can leave tomorrow!”
“Are you going to?” you almost hesitated to ask. you knew the answer, you just didn’t want to hear it.
“Of course I am.”
“right.” You didn’t really speak to him much the rest of the day.
And then the next day, the most dreaded one arrived. Lily was preparing him a basket for his travels as he prepared himself and Ray to leave. you stood behind lily, a solemn look on your face as your eyes pierced through the eleven tie door, inevitably where he was going to go and likely never be seen again.
He and Ray exchanged words while Lily turned to you. “go with him.”
you swore you didn’t hear her right. Lily always thanked you for staying with her, telling you how you had cured her loneliness, and she was advising that you leave?
“you heard me right,” she explained. “go with them. you love him don’t you? go with him.”
your eyes widened, salty tears filling them, a bittersweet smile on your face. “Are you sure lily?”
“Of course I'm sure.”
Zack looked over at you, “you’re coming with us!?” he seemed to beam.
“…” you watched as he stepped into the elevator with Ray, then back at Lily. “yeah i am.”
you stepped into the raggedy elevator, it creaked with the weight of three people. your stomach twisted with nerves, you were scared to go back through this horrid building. but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Zack.
the door closed, your last glimpse of the safe haven leaving your gaze as Lily waved goodbye to you as you ascended to the floor above.
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deadite 101
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ash williams x f!reader
word count: 4.4k plot: reader is home alone whilst ash is at work, the night takes a turn when she is attacked by a deadite. ash comes home and fears the worst. (intended to be post aod ash but can be imagined as any era tbh!) warnings: canon typical violence and gore, descriptions of injury, hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of nsfw and nsfw jokes, fluff, soft! ash, mentions of getting high, use of petnames (its ash, what do you expect)
a/n: ash williams is my fave fictional character ever yall, like the love i have for that man is insane...anyways! hope the like 10 evil dead enjoyers on this app like this!!!
You had said goodbye to Ash in the late hours of the afternoon just before he had left for his evening shift at S-Mart. It was just like every other day, the two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine after moving in together.
Ash would work shifts at S-Mart, you would also work and the moments spent together were nothing short of bliss. Getting high at night together whilst spinning a record and the weekend lay-ins after spending the morning fucking each other was also rather heavenly. Date nights were a movie, or maybe a trip to the bar and it would normally end up with the two of you hot and heavy in the back of the delta, which would often continue in your shared bedroom at the apartment.
It may not have been a lot for some people, but for you and Ash? It was perfect. You were happy, he was happy. It was heavenly. Except, of course, for that night.
The apartment building was illuminated by dim lights as you read quietly, the wind howling outside, a few raindrops hitting the window every now and then. Quickly you threw a glance at the clock on the wall. It was 10pm, Ash would be back at any moment.
Settling your eyes back to the book, you nestled into the warm blanket that had bundled you up on the sofa, a small sigh of content slipped past your lips as you slowly sipped on the wine you had in your hand. It was the kind of cozy October nights you’d see in the movies and you couldn’t wait for Ash to get home to share the tranquil scene with him.
The sound of the door opening echoed through the apartment.
“Ash, I’m in here!” You called out without looking up, turning the page of your book.
Silence. 
That was strange. He can usually never shut up when he first comes home from work, or ever for that matter.
“Ash?” You called out again.
Still no answer. 
You were quiet for a moment, listening for any sign of Ash or any kind of movement. But there was nothing, the apartment was still. Eerily still.
Your eyebrows furrowed, slowly placing the book down on the coffee table beside you. An unsettling feeling pooled into your stomach. Pulling off the blanket covers, wine glass still in hand, you peered down the hallway directly at the front door. It was wide open. The light in the hallway outside of your apartment flickered erratically, but there was no one in the doorway.
Your mouth dried as you licked your lips. “Ash, I swear to god if this is some kind of joke, I will kill you” You called out again. 
Silence.
Growing tired of this ridiculousness you marched to the door and slammed it shut. There was still no Ash to be seen anywhere. 
“Fuck” You whispered, facing the door. The gravity of the situation hitting you all at once. Ash always begged you, practically drilled it into you to keep the door and windows locked at all times after what had happened to him at the cabin. And so you did, but you weren’t quite as careful as he was.
You hadn’t experienced what he had, didn’t have the upper hand of witnessing just how fucked up the dead could be. And of course you believed what he said had happened to him was the actual truth, his recurring nightmares, lack of a right hand and the look in his eyes as he very rarely recalled it was anything but fake.
But that was his experience not yours. 
You reassured him time and time again that you were safe and always locked the doors but as time went on you had gotten sloppier, doubting the danger your boyfriend warned you of. Like tonight.
You had forgotten to lock the door after he left. And now there was someone in your house. You doubted that the villains Ash faced in that cabin those years ago were in your home but regardless, someone or something was.
The floorboards behind you squeaked ever so slightly, pulling you back to the present. At the sound your tear pricked eyes widened in horror as your breath became heavier and heavier by the second. Despite your brain screaming at you not to, slowly, oh so slowly you turned around.
A million things rushed through your mind, a murderer, thief and somewhere desperately in your mind you had hoped this was Ash pulling a stupid prank on you. But what you came face to face with was more horrifying than anything even the twisted of minds could’ve comprehended.
The person. No. Creature, in front of you looked like nothing short of a nightmare. Clothes ripped up and covered in dirt and blood, skin a pale and sickly gray peeling off and decaying in spots of blood and body matter, and the eyes? Oh the eyes, a terrifying striking white that pierced straight into you, through you. The wine glass you were holding fell through your now clammy and shaky hands, shattering into tiny pieces on the floor with a loud smash.
The, what once was a man, grinned slowly, baring its rotten and blood stained teeth. You tried to step back but your back met the door with a dull thud. A slight whimper escaped as you realized there was no clear way of escaping, not without a fight. 
“No, Ashy slashy here to protect you” It spoke in a horrifyingly deep and monstrous tone, tilting its head at you, that terrifying grin still sporting its face. 
Upon his words, your instincts finally kicked in, coming out of the paralysis that had held you still for so long and you instantly bolted to the left and into the kitchen, eyes immediately settling on the knife holder.
Always find a weapon first Ash had said to you once before, while giving you a cautionary 101 on killing a deadite This thing is not human, it is hardly gonna go down with just a kick in the nuts. You stretched your arm out leaping for the biggest butcher knife, fingers merely brushing the handle but the deadite was fast, too fast. A hand snaked around your calf and yanked you down with strength, your body slamming into the floor bringing the knives down with you, a large clatter to the floor. Without looking back you tried to reach for the knife closest to you on the ground but your leg was yanked harder, pulling you away from your only source of a weapon “No!” You cried out in fear. 
Another hand sneaked around your other calf and the thing started to pull harder, pulling your body towards him. You screamed in terror. Panic swarming your brain, vision going foggy.
Was this it? You thought to yourself. A death so quick and so painful. Leaving your corpse here for Ash to find, another loss left for him to mourn as if his sister, ex-girlfriend and friends weren’t enough. Now at some point, you’re probably gonna go into panic mode, you won’t be able to see, hear or even think about anything except for the inevitable gruesome death that awaits you. Well, good news! Death is only inevitable if you let it be inevitable. Are you gonna go out without a fight? No! Well, maybe if you’re a pussy but if you’re anything like me, you’ll clear your head and there’ll only be one thing on your mind. Survival. 
With a grunt and new found resolve you started to squirm out of its grasp fighting against its hold on you, arms reaching for the butcher knife. The deadite struggled against you as you heaved and writhed, slowly and slowly inching closer to your prize. Suddenly the deadite let go of your legs, without looking back or checking to see what it was doing you surged toward the knife until you felt something heavy on your back. With horror you realized, the deadite was crawling on top of you. 
Paralyzed by fear, you stopped struggling and involuntarily started to hold your breath. Everything was a painful quiet except for the deadites' ragged breathing coming closer and closer. Does it even breathe? You thought to yourself but the thought quickly died as you felt its torso press into your back, its face slowly entering your peripheral vision, mere inches away from your face, so much so you could smell the dank repugnant smell of death and rotting rolling off of the corpse. 
Slowly, as if not to disturb the deadite, you wiggled your fingers in search of the knife. Finally you brushed the handle and let out a breath of relief and victory but just as your hand gripped it, a much larger hand came down on your wrist and snapped it in the opposite direction. An ear piercing scream tore through you as waves of shock ebbed through your wrist, the deadites firm grasp still on your now limp hand as it laughed wickedly in your ear.
You shut your eyes in fear and whimpered quietly, tears rolling down your face. The deadite will corner you into a difficult position, but you can use this to your advantage, there is always a way out and if the deadite thinks it has you, its guard will be low. Now is the time to lay a blow to the sucker.
“Don’t cry, we’re just getting started'' It growled in your ear in that gravelly monstrous voice, followed by a low chuckle that sounded like the hordes of hell opening up. Gritting your teeth you prepared yourself for your attack, a guttural roar escaping you as you quickly lifted yourself up, using your working wrist and the limited body strength you had left and smacked your head into its chin. 
It let go of its grasp on you and instantly your working hand grabbed the knife, you leapt to your feet, turning around to face the deadite that was staring you down, teeth bared angrily. It was pissed. But so were you.
There's only so much cat and mouse you can take before the anger starts, and that is when you know you have a fighting chance. “Let’s go, fucker” You spat at it, the monster grinned, evidently entertained by your new found courage. With an angry scream you charged at the deadite with the knife in hand. Instantly it caught you by the throat and started to squeeze, your eyes bulged out of your head in shock, desperate for breath and head turning lighter and lighter by the second.
Your vision was starting to dip and your body started to feel like it was melting away before in the corner of your eye you saw the glimmer of the knife. You looked back at the deadite with wild eyes and rammed the knife through the wrist that was held up to your throat. It screeched in response and finally dropped your neck, stumbling back. 
Taking deep panicky gulps of breath, grateful to drink in the air you looked up cautiously at the deadite. Your hand ghosted over the throbbing on your neck, it was bound to be bruised soon. The deadite still had the knife embedded in its arm as it peered at you and a chill ran down your spine. In doubt, run.
You broke out into a sprint, eyes locking on the door but the deadite caught up, grabbing you forcefully by the hair and pulling you back, making you shriek in agony. It grabbed your waist and with a mighty strength, threw you down onto the shards of the broken wine glass scattered by the door. Glass shards pierced into your hands and arms catching your already injured wrist, scratching your cheek leaving a trail of crimson blood dripping down your face. 
Groaning in pain you slowly shifted your body to turn around, the deadite loomed above you pulling the knife out of its arm with a sickly squelch and throwing it to the side with a heavy clang. Hand feeling around the sharp glass, body tired and in an excruciating pain you looked up with weary eyes. The deadite lunged forward.
Remember, ANYTHING can be a weapon. In one swift movement you grabbed a large shard of glass and rammed it into its neck. You grabbed another shard of glass and plunged it into its right eye. With a high pitched scream it backed away slowly, howling in pain.
Weakly, you stood up with a wince. Stumbling towards the countertop you grabbed a heavy wooden chopping board and stalked towards the deadite and with a battle cry, in one fellow swoop, knocked its head so hard, you were almost positive its head would roll off. The crack of its neck reverberated in the apartment and with a thud, its body fell to the floor motionless.
You stared down at the seemingly dead corpse, panting heavily. This one is important, trust me, the dead can play dead pretty well. You have to completely destroy the corpse, to pieces. You smashed the cutting board into the deadite again, and again, until if it wasn't for the slight remnant of a face, it didn’t even look like a body anymore. 
Finally happy with your work you dropped the board onto the floor with a thick bang. You walked backwards and cradled your aching wrist, weary wide eyes never leaving the monster in front of you. And that, baby, is how you kill a deadite. 
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Even before Ash had entered the apartment he knew something was up, he always knew when it came to the deadites, of course that didn’t mean he had quite expected the scene that layed in front of him.
His eyes widened in horror as he saw the deadite corpse lying in the hallway. He instantly rushed in, but the sound of something crunching under his shoes drew him to a halt. Confused, he looked down to find shards of glass covered in blood. Dropping his stuff right there and then he looked around the apartment frantically calling out your name. Stepping carefully around the deadite and inspecting the mush that was once a body, “Definitely dead” Ash murmured, his eyes fell on the discarded knife just a few feet away from the corpse, he swiftly picked it up, just in case. Ash called out your name again.
“Ash?” A voice quietly responded.
Ash whipped around, to find you huddled in the corner. Resisting the urge to rush over to you immediately, Ash slowly crept towards the corner you had hidden yourself in, he knew all too well that if that deadite was truly dead then there was a chance the kandarian demon had now possessed you. Despite his mind screaming to make sure you were okay, first, he had to make sure you were really, well, you.
He couldn’t quite see your face due to the dim lighting of the apartment, and the corner you had crept into was particularly dark. He very quietly said your name, slowly advancing. Finally you looked up. Your face, though streaked with blood and tears, was yours. Ash let out a breath of relief, quickly dropping the knife and instantly running to your side. Slowly he sank to your height
You looked up at him with wide eyes, full of relief. “Ash, thank god” You breathed. His eyes frantically scanned you looking for any injuries, they widened when finding your bent wrist, carefully he took hold of it and moved it towards him. You whimpered in pain. “Shh, shh, it’s okay” He said. “You’re safe”
Continuing his scan he found numerous cuts along your arms, some even with shards of glass nestled deeply into the wound. “You need to go to the hospital, baby”
“Ash,” You hoarsely whispered.
“Can you get up?” 
“Ash-”
“These could get infected, we should go now”
“Ash!” You sharply called, finally gaining his attention. Ash looked up at you, eyes falling on your face, his gaze softened. 
“Fuck,” He sighed, eyes tracing the cut on your face, his non-metal hand softly came up to your cheek, you nestled into his hand beyond relieved to feel his touch, to finally feel safe.
You swallowed dryly, casting your gaze behind your lover, and onto the dishevelled corpse “Is it…gone?” 
Ash gently pulled your cheek back to face him, looking away from the deadite. “Yeah, It’s gone” 
He sighed heavily, casting another glance behind him at the corpse. “How did it get in here?” He frantically asked. "I mean the door is always locked” Ash shook his head in confusion, turning back to you.
You looked down guiltily and gulped slowly. Fuck your throat still hurt from the deathgrip the deadite had on your neck. 
Ash’s eyes narrowed at you. “The door was locked, right?” 
You remained quiet, still refusing to meet his eyes. He said your name slowly, “Tell me you locked the door."
You bit your lip. “Ash, liste-”
He scoffed in disbelief, cutting you off, hand pulling away from your cheek. “You’ve gotta be shitting me”
“I’m sorry,” you muttered, still refusing to meet his eyes, instantly missing his touch on your skin.
“Why do you think I always say that crap? For fun?” He angrily asked, hand rubbing his eyes in frustration. “I say it so shit like this doesn’t happen!” 
His voice grew louder and you flinched instinctively. Ash bit his tongue and shook his head regretfully. Both his hands took yours, carefully and gently held your broken wrist. “I’m sorry, I just-”
“I know, it's okay, I’m just jumpy” You said, cutting him off. “Every time I close my eyes or hear a slight noise I just think that thing is gonna come back and finish the job” 
“It’s not gonna come back” He reassured you confidently.
You gave him a faint and tired smile while nodding. “You’re right anyways, I should’ve locked the door I just never y’know expected...” Your sentence died on your tongue you couldn’t even will the words out. 
“I know” He responded, giving you that knowing look because of course he knew what it felt like. You looked into those brown doe eyes you had grown to love and find comfort in and felt your lip wobble ever so slightly, tears pricking at your eyes, you cast your gaze back down, not wanting to break and burst into tears.
But the tears were strong and a quiet sob escaped you.
“Hey, come on look at me” Ash said head bobbing to try and catch your eyes. You timidly looked up, and Ash swiped a tear away with his thumb. “Are you okay?”
You lifted an eyebrow at his words. “Yeah” He chuckled. “It’s a stupid question, I know” He threw his gaze behind him to the still deadite. 
A faint smile played on his lip as he looked back at you. “You beat the crap out of it though” 
You smiled back, sniffing ever so slightly. “Had a good teacher, I remembered all those tips” 
“Damn right you did, What did you beat it with anyways?”
“A chopping board” You responded
He let out another amused chuckle. “That ought to do it”
“Well, I seem to remember someone telling me anything is a weapon”
Ash nodded proudly, “Atta girl”
You blushed softly at the endearment. Ash gave you a knowing smile, thumb slowly drawing circles on your skin. “It did, however, beat the crap out of you and there's no shame in that, I mean hey, I lost my hand to those bastards. But we need to go to the hospital”
You nodded. “I know can we, please, just sit a little, I just need a second”
He nodded timidly as the two of you sat, hands intertwined. “Hey, on the bright side I don’t seem so batshit crazy now do I?” Ash shrugged in a joking tone.
You let out a small laugh. “Ash, I’ll always think your crazy”
Ash smiled in response and the apartment fell silent again, another chill drawing down your spine. The stillness of the apartment was unsettling after the attack and you felt your heartbeat start to speed up, you needed to distract yourself before you had a full blown panic attack. You cleared your throat ever so slightly, “So, those things, that’s what you fought off back in the cabin?” 
“Yeah,” Ash’s smile faltered ever so slightly.
You considered him for a moment and shook your head. “Just one of those fuckers nearly finished me off and yet you fought god knows how many and survived” 
“Well, I don’t mean to brag but I am the king, sugar” Ash responded, a smug smirk appearing on his face.
You rolled your eyes playfully at him. You always knew Ash was strong, I mean physically of course he was built particularly well and from what he had told you he was a fucking god when it came to combat. But this put it in proportion, to have survived that many of those things takes something truly incredible in a person. 
People would probably describe Ash as lucky for what he survived and he would most likely grunt in response and say some crap like, “Lucky? That’s one way of putting it”. Because it wasn’t luck to have lost his sister, his girlfriend and his friends all in one night. To have to live with the memory of their gruesome deaths, no, there was nothing lucky about that. Ash would never admit it because it made him feel weak but at the end of the day he was a victim and a survivor, and if survivors guilt was personified it would be personified in Ashley fucking Williams. 
You peered at him slowly. “Ash?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you, I mean, I know I’ve said it before but now that I..” Your sentence trailed off your mind still unable to process what had just happened. “You have no idea how glad and lucky I am to have met you, let alone be with you” You spoke quietly. “How glad I am that you lived, and that you’re here, with me”
Ash was never very good at being in touch with his emotions and you knew that but that didn’t mean he was immune to them, and you hadn’t noticed the slight shimmer in his eyes and the gulp of breath he took in. He blinked slowly for a while, and for one of the first times in his life he was speechless, you had hit something buried in the deep crevices of his mind and my god, did it feel strangely good. Quickly trying to recover himself he plastered on that obnoxious smirk that didn’t quite erase the gentle look in his eyes. “Hey, me too babe” 
Awkwardly coughing, Ash’s eyes flickered down to your neck and his smirk dropped, jaw flexing and eyes widening again “Hey, what the fuck happened to your neck?”
Your hand flew out of his and instinctively brushed the stinging skin, you winced in pain.
“No, no” Ash pulled your hand away from your neck, taking soft grasp of it again, his eyes still focused on the blue-purple bruise forming across your neck. “Don’t touch it”
“Is it bad?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in concern, panic rising.
Ash scoffed. “Uh, Yeah it’s bad, babe”. Noticing your worried face, he cleared his throat. “Nothing that won’t heal though, Uh don’t worry, just you know I wouldn’t recommend doing anything too strenuous with your throat”
You chuckled quietly. “Sorry, Ash, no blowjobs for a while”
Ash smiled at you but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. You cocked your head ever so slightly at him, a dirty joke that he didn't laugh at? Something was definitely up with him.
You watched him, the way his gaze lingered on your throat and wrist, the look in his eyes, it was the same look he had whenever he spoke about the cabin or his friends, his sister. You cleared your throat but the sensation made your already sore neck sting a little. “Ash, you know I’m gonna be okay, right?”
Ash lowered his head ever so slightly, ducking so he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I should have been here”
“Hey, come on that’s not fair to yourself”
He shook his head quietly.
“I mean I was the one who forgot to lock the door, you know, you were at work, as you should have been” You explained softly, his head remained hung.
“Ash, look at me” He reluctantly looked up, a tired look in his eyes. You tugged on his hand ever so slightly. “This is not the cabin, this is not your fault” 
He blinked quickly, that strange sensation from earlier coming back. Ash’s thumb swept over your hand again as the two of you peered at each other. You both sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before Ash finally stood up, offering you a hand. “Right, come on my little deadite slayer, you gotta go to the hospital”
You wanted to protest, not wanting to move at all but you knew he was right. Putting your non-injured hand in his he pulled you up, all the pain rushed through your body and you let out a cry. “Woah, come on, sugar, I got you” Ash reassured, an arm hooking around your waist so you could lean in to him as the two of you started to stumble to the door. 
Ash came to a halt just as the two of you reached the deadite corpse. You looked up at him quizzically and he looked back at you softly as he nervously licked his lips. “You know that I-” He cleared his throat. “That I, well-”
Ash always struggled to say I love you, but you knew.
“Yeah, I know” A big smile erupted on your face. “Me too”
Ash nervously let out a huff of air before planting a kiss on the top of your head, you smiled to yourself before the two of you continued towards the door, carefully stepping over the deadite mess.
“Y’know for future reference, the shotguns in the closet” He said.
“And you couldn't have told me that while you were giving me one of your ‘deadite 101’ lectures?”
“Now that would’ve made it to too easy for you”
You rolled your eyes playfully, as he opened the door and gently guided you through. The door shut, leaving the horror of the night behind. Ash pulled you back into him, leaning against his chest, the two of you stumbling down the hall.
“So,” You cleared your throat, “When do I get to use the chainsaw?”
“Oh you’re not ready for that yet, kid”
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bakugokemkatsuki · 1 year ago
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Angels of Death Masterlist
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Zack Foster
Zack Foster x Reader 😊
Zack Foster x Reader (Not fluff, not sure category)
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junkratswifey · 2 years ago
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Hello. Can I request nsfw oneshot (if u writing it) for Cathy Ward having anal sex with top male S/O?
woah,
like a scenario I'm assuming ���
Warnings(???): Mutual Masturbation, Anal, Partial Oral, like cum eating??
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I'm sorry if this sucks, I consider her to be dominant so I might have trouble illustrating this.
Cathy was taking an afternoon stroll in her floor, bored and alone. When she saw Y/N, she instantly lit up.
He didn't have the same reaction, though. His face was flushed, breathing heavy, and his face was warm.
"Oh dear, are you sick?" Cathy asked him.
Y/N shook his head, grabbing her shoulders.
"Y/N, are you okay?"
He nodded. "I...wanted to try something with you."
She blushed as he explained the "issue."
"Wow, you really want to do that? I've been wanting to for the longest time," she giggled.
He nodded, scratching his neck. She gently grabbed his hand and pulled him to a private room, and–well–got to work.
She carefully unzipped his pants, pulling them down slightly. She then gently pulled out his cock. He grunted in comfort. She was touching Y/N whilst touching herself with her other hand, when Y/N grabbed the hand she was using for herself.
"Well, now. That's not fair, is it? If you're going to stroke me off so tantalizingly, I should be the one to play with that pussy, yeah?"
She let out a breathy moan, "Y-Yes sir.."
He laughed smugly, touching her with gentle, loving hands. "F...uck..." she muttered.
They began to speed up the process, she was practically trying to pull his dick off. Meanwhile, he was fingering her into oblivion. They were two sloppy messes—or, they were about to be.
Cathy moaned in each breath. "Fuck, Y/N, c-can I...ugh...can I.."
Y/N's voice became low. "Can you what, sweetheart?"
Cathy bit her lip, "Can I s-swallow..your...c-cum?"
"Aw, Cathy.." he said, the fake sympathy dripping off his tongue, "you wanna swallow it?"
She nodded and her eyes started to water.
"Y/N, ah...I'm..close..I'm c-close.."
"Me too," he sighed, the lust and love forming in his heart.
They were almost that sloppy mess, when Cathy put Y/N's dick in her mouth. She sucked and twirled her tongue around it, making him moan.
"Right now, baby..r-right now," Y/N commanded.
She nodded, as if she could truly cum on command.
After about 3 minutes, Y/N and Cathy felt as if they could begin round 2.
He pulled down her stockings, before asking, "Skirt or no skirt?"
"No skirt.." she said.
He nodded, taking off all of her clothes.
"Hey," she said, "what about you?"
He giggled. "Well, I don't need my shirt off to fuck you, and my pants are already off."
Her body was now bare, no clothing to shield it from the world. Just her porcelain skin.
"Cathy, baby, be a good girl and bend over for me, okay?"
Cathy instantly followed. Y/N played with her thighs and ass, making her breathe like a heated animal.
"Don't worry, babygirl. I'll take care of you."
"Hah..thank you.."
He put a generous amount of lube in/around her ass and some on his cock.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, slowly pushing himself inside her.
"Fuck—AH! Y—Y/N!! G-Go faster, please, please, please.."
Y/N denied. "No, Cathy. I want you to feel good, but I want you to feel the love I feel for you, not just the pleasure."
She nodded, "R-Right, sorry.."
He ran his fingers through her hair, when he was all the way in her.
"Y/N," she moaned, "I love you.."
He laughed, "I love you too, Cathy."
That somehow got her off fairly well, because at that point she was begging him if she could ride him.
"Of course, my dearest. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't let my baby have what she wants?"
She laugh-moaned, bouncing on his cock. "Fuck, I love you, Cathy."
Her breathy voice was sexy, especially when she said, "I love you too, I fucking love you.."
"Good fucking girl," he said, pushing his hands on her ass.
"Such a little slut for me, yeah?"
She nodded, panting like a dog.
"Who's my little bitch, hm?" he asked in a seductive tone. She bounced faster and harder.
"Me, me, me, me, me, me!!"
"Yes, baby, that's you," he said.
"I'm–close! I'm so close, Y/N, please let me c–"
Y/N interrupted her. "You know the rules, beautiful."
She nodded. "A-are you close, at all?"
"Mhm..yes, I am.."
Cathy went faster, as if her body just provides all of her energy.
"Same time?" he asked.
She nodded, her mouth totally open.
Y/N bit his lip. "Right now, right now."
Again, it was like she could cum on command.
"I love you," Y/N said.
"I love you too," Cathy sighed.
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nightqueen1221 · 2 years ago
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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
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-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.
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htchnr · 9 months ago
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ミ★ Bruce Campbell Characters.
「 ★ sfw. ☆ nsfw. ♡ request. 」
© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!
[☆] Sam & Ash smut visuals.
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ミ★ ASH WILLIAMS.
[☆] yourself, just you | bad dreams had been creeping up on you after you, Ash and Pablo left for Jacksonville. so you try and relieve them by doing the only thing you think that might help ; Ash. 1,1k
[☆] purest hell | continuation of 'yourself, just you' — the two of you have found sense of comfort in each other. not in the most healthiest of ways — but after all that you've both been through, who can really blame you two? 0,8k
[★] unsure touches | all you need after a long day of a long week, is to lay in Ash's lap as he tries comforting someone for the first time. 1,1k
TEACHERS PET ; Professor!Ash x Student!reader.
[☆] PART ONE | meeting Professor Williams. 2,1k
[♡☆] ACCIDENTAL SLIP | requested ; you accidentally call Ash daddy, and he turns out to be really into it. 1,4k
LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.
[☆] HOT 'N STICKY | seeing Ash heaving and covered in blood just made you feel some kinda way. 0,9k
[♡★] INTERSTATE LOVE | Ash teases you about your drawings of him. 1,2k
[★] PERV!ASH HC'S | a collection of my thoughts on pervy old man Ash ;).
[♡★] ANYTHING, DOLLFACE | perv!Ash offering to rub sunscreen into your back ;). 0,7k
[☆] RUN AND HIDE | where Baal broke Ash's mind and he hunts you in the asylum — not without having some fun with you first before killing you. 1,4k
[☆] NEW FAVORITE ACTIVITY | Modern AU with AoD!Ash. who knew innocently watching tiktoks together would lead to this? 0,9k
[♡★] APOCALYPSE | requested ; early morning softness with Ash. 0,8k
[★] ROMANTICISED LIFE | painting your nails while high with Ash, legs draped across his lap. 1,3k
[♡★] ONE AND ONLY | you and Ash getting high in his trailer, indulging in each other. 0,8k
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ミ★ BRISCO COUNTY JR.
LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.
[☆] COMFORT OF HOME | a lazy, passion filled morning under the sheets with Brisco. 0,9k
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ミ★ SAM AXE.
CROWS AND WILDFLOWERS ; Paramedic!Sam x Tattooed!reader.
[★] PART ONE | meeting Sam after getting a nasty cut, needing a charming face and some help. 2,8k
[★] PART TWO | bringing him the promised piece of cake, flirting as he checks how your cut's healing. 2,7k
[☆] PART THREE | Sam comes over to help you bake, but things don't go as planned. 3,2k
ENJOY THE SHOW ; cuck!Jason Bly + reader x Sam.
[☆] ENJOY THE SHOW | the job was simple — flirt with Bly to get him out so Sam could grab him. but after the petty fight you two had, you decide to get back at him. 3,4k
[☆] OPEN UP WIDE | you don't know how you got Sam to agree to this — but here you are, in a hotel room with Bly tied to chair watching you, as Sam rails the living daylights out of you. 4,1k
CLOSE CALLS ; short steamy drabbles.
[☆] REALLY SELL IT | while on a stake out, your cover is threatened. so you improvise, causing things to get more than a little steamy. 0,9k
PRETTY FOOL ; spy/ex gf!reader x Sam.
[☆] PART ONE | you break into Sam's apartment, surprising him when he gets home. the confrontation leads to exactly what you expected. 3,2k
LOOSE ONESHOTS/IMAGINES.
[★] chamber of reflections | BAU!Sam x BAU!Reader — a heavy case leaves your mind wandering. maybe it's time to take some time off work. or, Sam comforts you while he lets you talk. 1,2k
[★] butterfly's repose | BAU!Sam x BAU!Reader — you've got a complicated thing between you and food. Sam might not completely understand it, but he's there for you. 1,2k
[★] SOULED OUT ON YOU | stripper/sugar mommy!reader x Sam. Michael was always curious about what you looked like — so when Sam forgets something at your place, he tags along. 1,3k
[★] PICK UP | after a long night at the club Sam picks you up, quite literally. 1,1k
[♡★] COMFORT OF HOME | taking care of Sam after he was held hostage and interrogated in s1 ep12. 1,1k
[☆] FULL OF ME | you don't know why his outfit gets you going, but you don't mind it one bit. 0,9k
[☆] SEE UR INSIDES | Sam and Michael let you act as bait in an interrogation. while cleaning up your and Sam can finally release the tension. 4,3k
[♡☆] TAN LINES | after applying sunscreen, you ride Sam on your fancy lounge set. 1,4k
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erwinsmissing-arm · 3 years ago
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Hey! To help start off this hopefully good year, can we some fluff and sleepy cuddles with a fem s/o for Zack Foster?
Ofc! I love writing Zack fluff, it makes me happy☺️. I hope you like it!
Genre: fluff
Warnings: f!reader
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Sleepy Zack Cuddles w/ Fem S/O
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The bright night moon shines through the white curtains. It's so bright you're finding it hard to sleep.
You are currently contemplating whether or not you should ask Zack if he's still awake. Let's just say it's a bit of a hit or miss when you wake him up in the middle of the night. He either wakes up in a calm mood or he gets pissed you woke him up.
After a mental debate on whether or not you wake your boyfriend up, you decide to just go for it
“Hey, are you awake?” Zack slowly turns over to you
“Kind off,” he replies drowsily
“Can we...cuddle? I can't sleep”
“Okay” Zack slowly brings his arms around you and pulls you in closer to his chest. That was easier than you thought it would be. All that stressing for nothing.
As you lay there with Zack you feel him starting to slowly stroke your hair. You can't tell if he's consciously doing this, but either way, you're not complaining.
You take a smell of Zacks natural musk, he smells of pine and dust, like always. It's a weird combination but it's always weirdly comforting.
With a couple more strokes of your hair, you drift off to sleep.
Zack hears soft snores coming from you and smiles.
He loves these moments. Hearing your soft snores, his arms enclosed around you, the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
It's so peaceful.
He finds himself slowly drifting off to sleep, joining you in dreamland.
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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+
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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.
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“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.”
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“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?”
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“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.
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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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xenia-cenia · 3 years ago
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hello! i was wondering if you could do an isaac foster x gn reader where reader gets hurt and/or kidnapped? thank you!
A/N - YEAAHHH I LOVE DOIN THESE i did this in a kinda jokey manner but if youd like one in a more serious tone send another request! ill gladly redo it
sorry for taking so long!! i keep getting sick smh
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-the other floor masters loved to taunt him about his intelligence (or lack thereof)
-so when the found out about you traveling with him through the floors??? whoo boy
-after doctor creep tried to stab you twice in the span of 5 minutes you agreed to let him tag along
-and really he wanted to kill you
-like really wanted to
-but somehow he just... couldnt
-when he saw you about to get stabbed he was overwhelmed with a feeling of protectiveness
-poor boy didnt realize he was attracted to you until eddie said he thought you looked pretty
-and of course when you get to Cathys floor she instantly takes advantage of this
-she tricks zack into leaving you alone for a couple seconds and kidnaps you
-hes pissed
-youre pissed
-shes having the time of her life
-youre stuck watching him attempt to solve various puzzles on cathys monitors while tied to a chair
-it takes like 2 hours for him to solve simple puzzles
-youre screaming the solution at the screen and hoping that it’ll somehow tell him the answer
-the whole debacle becomes a several day endeavour
-he exudes rage but secretly hes terrified
-what if she hurts you?
-what if you realize this is all his fault and leave him?
-what would he do?
-what COULD he do?
-eventually he just starts slashing through everything and beating puzzles through sheer luck
-when he finally gets to the final room he basically throws himself at cathy and takes her out so fast she cant even react
-he unties you and you continue on your merry way
-though he never lets you out of his sight again
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vrisrezis · 3 years ago
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I didn’t know you wrote for Angels of Death, could you do Zack with a reader who isn’t afraid but attracted to him
Absolutely love this anime like . I miss it so bad
Zack would be pissed about it at first, and also really confused cause.. why? He would probably think you’re joking, and if it weren’t due to your guys circumstance he would have killed you for playing with him. He starts to become hopeful you like him though when he starts growing feelings, even though he doesn’t think you do.
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