#aod zack x reader

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[deathc-re]

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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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.“

[nightqueen1221]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-"i LikE u"

-It's simple, but cute.

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

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

[rachi-roo]

AAAAAHFINALLY SOMONE WHO DOES ANGELS OF DEATH

breathes

Anyway could I request a ler issac fic cause god him being a mean a sadistic ler and teaser brain go brrrrrr where he chases a reader, their worse spots being their ribs and hips

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Angels Of Death: Tickly Terror

Uh oooooh! I've been found by a fellow AOD fan 🫣 Greetings, I think I love you! XD Thanks so much for the request and your patience! Zack is such a MONSTER! I luv it 🤩

Summary: Reader is attacked by a certain serial killer who has a soft spot for people in your line of work. He won't kill you now, but he has other plans to make you suffer.

Ler!Issac, Lee!Reader

Tw: Knifes, Swearing, Cruel tiggles

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Well, this was not what you had in mind for a nice Friday out on the town.

Running for your life, that is.

It all happened so fast. You knew taking that shortcut down the backstreets might be a bad idea, but you thought the worst might be some bum asking for a lighter, not a crazed maniac to start chasing after you with a knife.

You glanced over your shoulder, heart pounding in your chest. He was still there. Hot on your heels and gaining. The sound of his boots and insane laughter growing louder and louder. Chills running down the back of your neck.

He's coming! He's right on you!

You feel your stomach drop as you trip, tumbling to the concrete with a thud. You spin your head round, suddenly face to face with your pursuer.

His bandage covered face inches from yours as he smiled an unsettling smile. You can smell blood on his clothes. That coppery scent was dried onto his dirty hoodie.

It felt like an eternity of staring at each other before he finally spoke.

"Not gonna beg for your life?" He asked, standing over your body with a chuckle as he toyed with the knife in his hand, feeling the blade from handle to point. "I'll make this quick if you do." He continued, lowering himself onto your waist and placing a hand over your throat, holding you in place.

Petrified, you just lay there, staring at him. Your chest heaving, heart about to jump from your ribs.

A squeak left your lips as his knife suddenly slashed towards your throat. You clench your eyes shut. Waiting for the impact-!

...Impact?

You anxiously open one eye, looking up at the attacker who now held your ID card from work as it had fallen from your pocket. He narrowed his eyes as the words.

"... Does this say nurse?" He asked, showing you the card.

You gulp, trembling as you speak. "Y-Yes... I'm a c-childrens hospice nurse... I work with orphans."

The attackers face sank as he tossed your ID aside with an aggrivated groan. "Damn it. I can't kill ya' now I know that... Damn, Ray. She made me soft!" He cursed himself as you watched on, wondering who 'Ray' was.

Though, that didn't really matter. What mattered was the fact you weren't going to die! A small sigh of relief passing your jittering lips. The feeling didn't last long though.

"However, I'm still going to have to make you scream. I went through the trouble of chasing you down after all. I've earned it." The boy nodded as he leaned closer, softly tracing the dull side of his knife up and down your side.

The feeling of the dull point dragging across your side, through your thin shirt, sent a tingling sensation across your torso. You bit your lip, biting back a smile as your fingers curled up reflexively. What if a smiling pisses him off?!

But, it tickles! So bad! The cold tone of your attacker reminded you of the situation you're in.

"Your tag said y/n... So tell me, y/n, where should I start? Don't worry, I'll keep the injuries hidden. I don't want to worry the kiddies or-... Are you fucking smiling right now?" He asked with a dumbfounded glare.

"N-No! No, I'm not! I'm really not!" You blubbered, your hands shooting up defensively as you fought down a giggle.

"Yes you are! I saw it! You we're so smiling! You think this is funny? You got some kind of pain kink or something? Youd better tell me cus' I aint here for that noise."

"No! No, I-I swear it's not that! Your knife! It- It just- Eek!" You squeal as he traced the length of your stomach with the dull blade again.

The boy smirked, a sadistic glint in his eyes as he finally put all the pieces together.

"Oooh." He chuckled.

"No! No, it's not what you think!"

"Haha, I think it's exactly what I think." He shifted his weight, trapping your arms by your side, beneath his knees. He knacked his knuckles, grinning a fanged grin as he prepared himself for the fun he was going to have with your helpless body.

He held his limber didgets out, flexing them close to your stomach to start with, revelling in the way you squeaked and tried to suck your belly in to avoid the fingers.

"I'd say sorry, but I'm really not." He chuckled before diving into your soft skin, vibrating and clawing at your tummy.

"Gh-! Haha! N-Noho! H-Hehey! Wait! WAIT! PleheEEEHE-!"

You giggle, legs kicking out behind your attacker as he dug into your tummy, chuckling with you.

"Hmm, I think you can beg better than that." He smirked, his hands shifting to ruthlessly claw at your sides. Even rolling up your shirt to attack the bare skin directly.

"WAH! S-Stahap! Please! Pleheheee-! Aha!" You yelp, twisting and turning, doing anything you can to escape.

This just eggs your attacker on. The hood of his hoodie shrouding his expression in a shadow, but you can feel him grinning at you, enjoying your suffering.

"Haha, poor little thing. Look at you, so helpless. And I'm not even hurting you! You're just too ticklish for your own good, huh?" He sneered, pinching up and down your sides, until he inched juuust too far upwards, finding your lowest ribs.

"FUHUCK! Wait!" You yelp, curling in on yourself to the best of your ability in your trapped state.

"Hm? Ooohohooo. Is that your sweet spot?" He jeered, latching onto your ribs with deadly precision, vibrating his fingertips into the sensitive dips and bumps that made up your ribcage.

A scream ripped from your mouth as he tickled you there. It really was the worst! This whole situation was a nightmare!

"NOHO! ShihiIIIIHIT! AHAAA-!... gasp AHA! Noho! NNNAAAHA!" No amount of kicking and squirming was working. This sadistic stranger had you trapped and completely at his mercy. Something he definitely wasn't going to give you.

"Take that! And that! Haha! Bet you're regretting coming out tonight now, hah? Tickle, tickle, tickle! Weak, ticklish little looser, aren't ya?" He teased, cruelly insulting you in a childish manner. Not letting up from your sensitive ribs yet.

"Pleheheee-!... gasp GAHAHAAAD!"

"I ain't no God, call me Zack." He chuckled.

"Zahack! Plehehease! Stop! Stop! Stop! StahAHAHA!" The more you begged, the more he tickled. He was truly an evil being.

Zack grinned, shifting his hands and drilling his thumbs into your hips as he spoke.

"Ooh, look at that expression. So much suffering under such a bright smile. Haha! So silly looking~ Coochie, coochie, coo~"

"NYAAHAHA! ZAAAHACK!" You arch your back, desperately trying to dislodge his vicious thumbs from your protruding hips. "Fuhuck! NnnOHO-!... *gasp* AHAHA!"

Nothing worked! Nothing was going to work! You were completely at his mercy.

Hearing your pleas, he laughed, mocking your attempts to make him stop. "Oooh, Zaaack! Please! Don't tickle me! Oh nooo! Haha! You sound so pathetic! Tickle, tickle, tickle~! How about here? Or here? Nah, back to the ribs!"

He teased and taunted, his hands dancing between various different areas of your torso before latching back onto your ribs.

As the tears pooled in your eyes, and the laughter became breathy and full of hiccups, you wondered if he would ever stop.

"HEHELP! Help-! Ahaha! H-HeheaaaAAAHA! Help mehehe! Please!"

"Calling for help now? Pff, you really are completely helpless, aren't ya?" His cruel smile sent a shiver down your spine, realising just how right he was.

"NOHO! S-ShihihahaAHA-! AH!" A yelp passed your lips as the crook buried his face into your neck, blowing a raspberry into your skin, making you shrill in ticklish delight.

He loved the sounds you were making. So pained, yet so happy! It's weird, even this killer knows that. "Haha, I wonder how long you can take this. An hour? Several hours? A day maybe?! PfffAHAHA! Let's find our, shall weeee? Yyyyy/nnnn~?"

You weren't sure how long this torture had gone on for, but the awful tickling sensations on your hips suddenly stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes, realising that Zack was no longer sitting upon your waist.

He stood, yawning and stretching his arms as if he was the one who was tuckered out. "Aaah... Bored now. You can go." He chuckled, nudging your shoe with his.

".... Oooor you can stay on the floor? If that's what you want?" When he realised just how tired you were, he scoffed, standing over your head and grinning down at you.

"Let's put it this way, if you stay there too long, I might get all worked up and start tickling you again."

"I'M UP! I'm going!" You scramble to your feet with a sudden burst of energy. The thought of another round of tickles made you feel ill. You dashed a few feet out of his range before turning back to see... No-one.

The Tickly Terror was still out there somewhere. He's probably looking his next victim...

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Thank you for reading! 😚❤️

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack Foster (Angels of Death) X Reader

~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”…

[emo-emu64]

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.

[skelletonscloset]

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

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.

Hope you enjoyed!

[hauskate]

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~"

© hauskate, anon i hope i did you justice ! lmk if anyone wants a pt2 :)

[erwinsmissing-arm]

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

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.

[what-the-dark-has-foretold]

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.

[xenia-cenia]

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

-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

[deathc-re]

i fully believe that zack would call you sugar tits just to be annoying 🤷🏾

[vrisrezis]

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.

[porcelain-soupspoon4]

You’re Not So Bad (Isaac Foster x Reader)

A/N: I finished Angels of Death a few weeks back, and it was so good! I just had to write a short story about it. I’m not the best writer, but hopefully my first writing of this anime is somewhat close to Zack’s character.  

Warnings: Cussing, Blood Mention (it’s Zack)

You never expected to meet someone like Zack until he arrived on Floor B2. You assisted Reverend Gray, acting as another guardian of B2 after he took you in when he found you as a homeless teen, sleeping on the outside steps of his building. He wasn’t the best father figure you could’ve had, but he still treated you better than the streets did. When hearing the elevator on your floor ding, you wanted to see who was there, but Reverend Gray stopped you, warning you to be careful of the people you may meet. When you asked why, he described the people that held the names Isaac Foster and Rachel Gardner. In all honesty, you didn’t think they were actually as bad as he made them sound, considering that he over exaggerates his descriptions of people to you to keep you safe. Also considering the other psychotic people he had as guardians on the other floors, you could trust your own gut when you met the duo. You stayed hidden in the background while you watched Reverend Gray journey with Rachel to Dr. Danny’s floor. Watching them leave from the end of the hall, you saw a man in a dark brown hoodie and a scythe laying on the ground. That must be Isaac Foster. You could tell that he was bleeding out badly, a pang of guilt and empathy coursing through you. You were hesitant to approach him, remembering that the Reverend said he was dangerous to meddle with and there was a high chance he could react violently to you if you dared to try and talk. But seeing him looking on the verge of death, you couldn’t help but walk slowly toward him. It may seem unreasonable to walk right into danger, but you knew you could take care of yourself. Reverend Gray provided you with a weapon of your own, a basket-hilted sword. He helped you to perfect every swing and stab. Not only that, but you weren’t too bad at fighting hand-to-hand either. Luckily, Isaac Foster appears to be too injured to try and fight back anyway. I honestly don’t think my sword would be able to block his scythe well, I hope he doesn’t use it on me, you thought. As you got closer and closer to the strange man, he fidgeted a bit. You paused your movements, clutching the handle of your sword in its scabbard. He weakly turned his head towards you, his eyes opening slowly. 

“Who the fuck are you? You gonna try and kill me?” he questioned, a sharp tone in his voice. You noticed he made no effort to reach for his scythe, so you let go of your sword’s handle. 

“No.....I wouldn’t try to kill someone if they’re already dying,” you responded. He let out a dry laugh. 

“I hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I’m not dying any time soon. Monsters are hard to kill. Besides, good ‘ol Rachel’s gonna fix me up. But enough of the chitter chatter, you didn’t answer my first question. Who the fuck ARE you? I thought there’s only one guardian on each floor, unless Reverend Shithead cheated,” he spat. You let out a small chuckle, finding his way of talking a throwback to when you were a teen. Although, he seemed to be around the same age as you, twenty or twenty-two years old. His bandaged face looked confused to your lighthearted reaction. He scowled, “Hey, what’s all that laughing for? I didn’t even say anything funny.” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking of my teenage days. But to answer your first question, I am another guardian of this floor. My job is assisting Reverend Gray on this floor, though I’m not really allowed to interact with the people who come here. But I uh, couldn’t help feeling a bit bad for you, seeing you bleed out like that,” you finally confessed. Letting out another dry laugh, he looked at you with a smirk. 

“Feeling bad for me, huh? Not the best decision. Don’t know if you can already tell, but I’m a cold-blooded serial killer. If I wasn’t feeling shitty at the moment, I’d cut that pretty head of yours off. Seeing you this calm around someone like me really pisses me off,” he said. You only let out another small chuckle, which irked him even more. 

“I’m sure you would, Isaac Foster. Although, I don’t think a fight between the two of us would end so quick. My weapon may be smaller than yours, but I can hold my own very well. If I could survive majority of my childhood and teen years being alone in the streets, I think I could survive you,” you calmly said. His temper apparently sky-rocketed because the next moment, he was yelling. 

“The name’s Zack, you bitch! Don’t go being so confident in yourself, it’s sickening to watch. I bet my ass could ruin all that confidence with just one land of my scythe. I’ll have you begging for your life, just you wait ‘til I’m in a better state to kill ya. Ugh, now I have two bitches to kill!” he groaned, then coughed loudly, more blood oozing out of his wound. You felt guilty again, wanting to at least stop the bleeding for a little while. 

“I carry some bandages and patches with me in case there’s a time I ever need to fix myself. If you need some I can-”

“Just leave it alone, will ya? I already got Rachel getting shit for me back on the other floor, I don’t need your damn help! Why the hell does everyone wanna help me?” 

“M’kay, but you’re bleeding pretty badly, by the time she comes back, you’ll most likely be passed out-”

“I said leave it alone! Stop tryna play nurse, your stuff probably won’t even do shit.” 

“But it’s better to stop the bleeding as soon as-”

“Will you shut up? You’re gonna make me go into shock.”

“I just wanna help-” 

“I said I don’t want any damn help!” 

“Well you won’t be much of a monster by bleeding out all over this damn floor! If you wanna at least live long enough to kill that girl Rachel, you could at least be somewhat decent and let me patch you up before you go all out, getting your own self killed instead! Now shut the fuck up and let me help! Geez! How does that blonde girl deal with you?” you shouted. Your yelling got him to close his mouth and shut up, surprised that he got someone as calm as you to get angry. How can I get her angry, but not scared shitless? It’s like she wasn’t even phased by my damn appearance, he thought. There was a short silence in the hallway, until Zack finally spoke up. “Didn’t know you had all that anger in ya. Heh, to be honest you even got my crazy self startled. I have no clue how Rachel deals with me, but all I know is her messed up head wants me to kill her. So I’ll do it. If I want to keep my promise to her.....I guess you should do what ya want. But don’t be a pervert about it.”

A small smile formed on your face as you took out your supplies in the small medical bag you carried around. 

“How the hell are you smiling after all that? Sheesh, I’m starting to think you’re even weirder than Rachel is,” Zack let out noises of disgust. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at his childlike behavior. 

“Tell me something.....,” he began to say, “why haven’t ya mentioned anything about my appearance? I’m literally covered in bandages and burnt underneath. Don’t I freak you out at all? Why aren’t ya scared?” 

“Well, I’ve seen crazier. I also don’t like to make a judgement about someone based on only their appearance. Sure you’re not ordinary looking, but I know there’s more about you than what I see on the outside,” you replied. Everything that you needed to help him was taken out. You didn’t have any type of alcohol or a sewing needle and thread to fully cover what you believed to be a deep gash in his abdomen, but it was all that could be done for now until Rachel got back. You reached over towards his wound, but hesitated. You looked him in the eyes, as if you were silently asking for permission. He nodded slightly, his breathing hitching a bit when he saw the look your eyes held. You looked so genuine, not one hint of fear in you. Was that.....kindness? No, it couldn’t be. Why would anyone show kindness to him? You unzipped his hoodie, a faint blush on your face. Sure he was an asshole, but it still felt.....somewhat intimate? Not in an inappropriate way, just in a trustworthy way. The fact he had so much trust in one stranger to help him like this.....it was odd. You undid the bandages already on him that were worn out. His wound was revealed, and so was his skin. Wow....is all of him burned? You shook your thoughts away. You grabbed a bunch of gauze sponges you had and grouped them together, beginning to apply pressure to his wound. Zack hissed at the pain, saying almost every curse word you think is in the dictionary. You let out a soft “Sorry” as you continued to clean up the big amount of blood on his body. Once you began to bandage him up tightly, Zack started up another conversation. 

“You’re different from the other guardians.....why aren’t ya trying to kill me? Isn’t that what you guardians do?” he asked curiously. You showed him another small smile. That damn smile, why does she smile so easily at me? It’s not like Rachel’s forced ass smile. What’s up with this bitch? Why is her smile so.....familiar? 

“Well, like I said before, I just assist Reverend Gray on this floor. He’s the main guardian. I’m just someone he happened to take in after he found me sleeping on the steps of this building. Heh, teenager me. Homeless after my parents abandoned me as a toddler. I’m not sure what made Reverend Gray want to keep me. Sometimes he acts like a father, but then I remember how self praising he is,” you sighed, “I know the people on the other floors kill so you expect me to be the same, but I don’t want to kill someone if they aren’t totally out of their mind.” 

“So is that why you didn’t try to kill me? Cause ya think I’m not totally out of my mind? Heh, well I’m pretty sure me killing people for fun isn’t sane either. I hate seeing people happy, sooooo I kill ‘em. What’s not psycho about that?” Zack stated. 

“Well for starters, I didn’t try to kill you because you were already injured, so it wouldn’t have been fair. And you can’t be totally out of your mind if you let me help you with your injury.” Zack scowled at your reply, knowing you were right. Even as a serial killer, he had morals. He hated lying, and he himself would never tell a lie. 

“You remind me of him too much,” he grumbled. Your head perked up. 

“Did you say something?”

“I said you talk too much.” 

“No, you definitely said something else.” 

“No I said you talk too much.” 

“Doubt it, tell me what ya really said.” 

“That is what I really said.” 

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Zack.” 

“Ugh, I said you remind me of him too much,” he said softly. 

“Him?” you questioned. Zack sighed. “There was this man I met when I was younger, a blind man. He let me stay at his place for a couple days. Even after I told him I killed a guy, he still had that dumb smile on his face. He always had that smile on his face around me. It was annoying, him being so calm around someone like me. Pissed me off, but I didn’t kill him. He fed me and everything. I mean he already died cause of something else, but it doesn’t matter anyway. Are ya done with my bandages yet? It feels like it’s been hours!” 

You rolled your eyes at his commentary. “Well, whoever that man is, he had quite the patience with you.” 

“Hey! I was giving you a compliment! Geez, way to be rude!” Zack crossed his arms, turning away from you. You only chuckled once more. You finally finished wrapping enough bandages as you could, making sure it was snug enough. 

“Happy now, angry boy? I’m done. They’ll still get bloody, but at least the bandages are fresh and not worn out,” you said, giving him another smile just to annoy him. 

“Thanks,” he mumbled. “I never caught your name. Since I told ya mine, it’s only fair you tell me yours.” 

“It’s (Y/N),” you said. 

“Well (Y/N),” Zack rubbed the back of his head. “You’re not so bad.....maybe I’ll keep ya alive.” 

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