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The Princess's Favor

Knight! Zack X Princess!Reader

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

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

"Pretty please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pale Horse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Zack?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Why didn't you tell me?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh!"

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

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

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

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

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

[marble-anime]

Toxic Fan Culture

Pairing: Isaac Foster x Reader

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

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

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

Word Count: 2.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” he nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yay!” you cheered.

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

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

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

[six-eyed-samurai]

SUMMARY: Up until the end Isaac Foster's pretty sure he despises his new companion - you're too much like Ray and yet not. A/N: I have no idea what I'm doing and the title (translation: towards better things) probably doesn't make sense either :) WARNINGS: Can be read as either platonic or romantic, murder, death at the end

Zack thinks he dislikes you.

He KNOWS he dislikes you from the moment he discovered the withering corpses still lying in their beds and you were raiding the house, because not only did you get there before him (not like he actually planned on breaking in to that particular house beforehand, but he had to lie low for a while and no one gets in his way) but you also had that stupidly boring look on your face as you stuffed your mouth full from purloined snacks, half in, half out from the fridge. Those clothes probably didn’t belong to you either.

Stupidly boring like Ray, but at least Ray had been working on it. She even managed to pull an interesting expression for him when they completed their pact.

It annoyed him, because there was now no joy in slicing your head off. You just looked up when he entered and began complaining in annoyance, chewing methodically, eyes not even bothering to blink. They didn’t move away from him, but it wasn’t like there was any interest or curiosity in them either. They simply were.

“How does a damn runt like you even kill people?” Zack glares down at you, hefting up his scythe. You don’t even flinch at his decibel level, continuing to poke around the fridge. You looked, if not exactly innocent, then incapable of even having any murderous urges needed to slash up all those bodies upstairs. There wasn’t even a speck of blood on you, but he had his suspicions after coming across a flooding bath tub. You didn’t even have a weapon on you.

When you speak your voice is as dead as your face. He wishes you were dead but you were so boring. “Do you want some?”

“HAR?”

He definitely dislikes you. You’re so dull you actually robotically split your meal in half to share with him, but Zack had to admit he was kind of hungry and you had chips.

Your face doesn’t change when you finished eating, standing up to brush the crumbs off yourself. “Were you planning to come here?”

“Not really.” Zack wipes his mouth, scowling at how even though you’re asking a question, indicating you’re curious and you could feel (he was wondering if you were really one of those creepy talking dolls, because you certainly acted and looked like one), but you didn’t even bother phrasing your statement like a question. You really knew how to take the fun out of killing. “Just came here to hide for a while. Kill anyone inside, take over, ya know.”

“Is someone after you?”

Police and everybody in the world. “Probably, but like they could even catch me.”

“Oh. Okay.” You gesture at the back door. “We should probably go then. One of them managed to get to a phone.”

Before you got to them, Zack hears, but you’re already on your way out of the kitchen. “Why the hell should we go? And why “we”? There’s no we. I just met you, I don’t even know you!”

You stop. He guessed you were surprised at his words; you tell him your name and stare expectantly. Zack wants to explode. “Whatever! Why are we leaving when we’ve just got here?”

“I said they got to a phone…? Are you…?” Are you making fun of him? Ain’t no way. Your expression is too much of an inanimate object to be mocking him. Zack’s offended anyway. “The police will be coming soon unless you want to be caught. I know another house to hide out.”

He’s frustrated, but you kind of remind him of Ray. He’s not the best at planning ahead, so if you could…well, he’ll just stick around long enough to use you and when you get a more interesting expression (you have to, or he’ll force on out of you), you’ll be gone.

“Fine.”

Right on cue he can hear sirens in the distance. Whether or not he wants to he has to leave anyhow, but he still curses as he runs out after you, leaving the door hanging and squeaking on its hinges.

Zack still dislikes you. You’re too calm about this.

***

Zack thinks he resents you.

You were smart enough to take a little cash from every house you both paid a visit too (it annoyed him whenever you didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass about how he did away with the owners - were you not scared? Alarmed? Horrified? So he did his best to be as brutal as possible in front of you; you were a killer as well, right, but he hasn’t seen you do anything), which came in useful later on, when one day it was raining too hard and you both were stuck in an alleyway trying to protect yourselves with the reeking bins.

You turn around to him, not even affected. “Do you want shelter?”

“No shit.”

“We can go somewhere…but you stand out a mile.”

“Whatcha say?!”

Zack’s still fuming as you both walk into the ramen bar underneath the face mask you bought, glowering under the hood of the new jacket you got him as well, having been forced to abandon his scythe, not appeased in the slightest with your flat “we can get it back later. Nobody looks at the bottom of the bin.” He’s still doing his best to fume even when the food arrives, but the best he can do is side-eye you sourly because god damn, the noodles smell great and he digs in greedily.

“Do you want this?” You slide over the platter of edamame. A crease forms between your eyebrows - Zack notices it immediately. Strange and…something. He’s never seen any sort of reaction from you before.

“Sure.” He’ll eat anything, he’s that hungry. He downs the plate in a few minutes, but curiosity got the better of him. “You don’t like them?”

“Not really.”

At least he knows something for certain about you now. Zack falls silent again, slurping up his ramen while you pick at yours, face going paper blank again.

“Come on, ye should smile, dumbass. Gotta look innocent so the cashier’ll let you off easy.”

“Why? I’ve got money.”

“If it was me behind that counter I woulda thought you were gonna eat me.”

“Really?”

“Jesus, just don’t look so stiff.”

You attempt to pull your lips up in a feeble try at a smile. “Like this?”

Oh god, you’re just like Ray. Zack wants to slam his head into his bowl. You both are ridiculous at this. He would’ve thought Ray really had come back to life if he hadn’t buried her himself.

He thinks, unlike Ray though, he resents you as you both walk out after you pay (Zack’s not sure if you smiling or not smiling would’ve creeped out the cashier more). Because you’re so much like Ray and not like Ray, because he knows nothing about you and when he asks you reply in clipped, roundabout answers that just make him want to tear his hair out. You don’t even care about anything on his side either. Unless you already knew.

He also resents you, he thinks, because you get to walk in public and into restaurants without people batting an eye and now he has to rely on some robot for food and shelter. Ugh.

“Stop smiling! It’s weird, don’t do it anymore! Gah!”

“But I thought you told me to-”

“Have you looked in a mirror?”

A beat of quiet.

“JEEZ, AT LEAST BE INSULTED!” Yeah, he’s not your biggest fan.

***

Zack thinks he hates you.

Simply because even no one has ever managed to annoy him this much before. It’s been months since he first went into that house you were in and so far he has only learnt your name, you don’t like edamame or traveling at night, you’re a pretty good pickpocket, you don’t like the cold and you actually do have a weapon, though not as conspicuous as his scythe: a butterfly knife you hide in your pocket. Nothing else. He can’t get anything out of you, no matter how long you both have spent together. It irritates him so much at how good you are at evading his questions and how until you STILL don’t have a remotely interesting expression, therefore no point in killing you. It also infuriates him a hell lot that somehow he wound up telling YOU about his past, the old man, the “hospital”, Ray. You’re a good listener, yeah, but mostly because you’re silent, dead eyed and po-faced all the time. You do surprise him once though, asking if he could take you to where he buried Ray one day.

Speaking about the knife, the only reason he found out was a reason to add to hating you.

Maybe a dog had seen the both of you lurking around and started barking up a frenzy, alerting its owner. Whatever the reason, when you both were ducking around trying to avoid being seen by the neighbors after another break in you end up face to face with a wary man carrying a baseball bat, which he immediately swung at the sight of Zack.

The man was stunned and scared, so his speed was seriously lacking. Zack could’ve attacked him with his scythe. But you beat him to it.

“The hell?” He gaped at the fallen body and you standing over it, then at the knife in your hand. “You had that up your sleeve all this time?”

“He was going to hit you. I think you’re bandaged enough.”

“If you’re trying to make fun of me do it with more malice!”

Yeah, he hates you, because you made him look weak. Did you not think he could take care of himself? He didn’t need you! He didn’t need help! He didn’t need protection! Isaac Foster, wanted murderer, could take care of himself!

God he hated you so much. You’re so stupidly annoying in all those ways.

Sometimes he contemplates killing you without even waiting for that expression. It would be so easy, Zack thinks, one hit on the head and you’d fall into the grave you’re digging for the man. Surely the shock of being killed by someone you somewhat-trusted would produce some results? But you don’t even smile, laugh, cry, frown, shout, what was he expecting? There was no point.

“Let’s go for ramen. There’s nothing here except money anyway.” You shut the fridge door and drawers, making your way to crawl out of the window, but pause when he doesn’t move. “…is something wrong?”

“I’m bored. We haven’t run into anyone to kill, it’s been days,” Zack complains and lies at the same time.

“There’ll be someone,” you say vaguely, and tumble out. Your face appears behind the glass, waiting.

“Also if we go for ramen you’ll just give me all your edamame. I’m not a rubbish bin for you!”

“But I don’t want them.” If he hadn’t known you were incapable of making faces he would’ve thought you were pulling a puppy dog face.

“FINE! JESUS!”

He hates you, but Zack suddenly realizes he’ll hate it a lot more if you vanish.

***

Zack thinks he finally knows you.

Too bad it's only as the both of you are shuffled out in shackles, finally seeing each other after the jail cell separation, two doomed, damned serial killers on their way to the noose. Your luck had run out at last - the police had caught up and Zack found himself in his custody once more, this time with company. He considered escape plans again, but last time surprise had been on his side…now not so much, not when they were all aware of what he was capable of.

You didn't seem to care.

Wait, that's a wrong way of saying it. You didn't seem to care about getting caught, no, but only reacted, protested, when it came to him. You only cared because he cared apparently.

“Guess this is the end, huh?” Zack's illiterate but he's not stupid. He knows there's not going to be any trial for him - who was going to defend him, a bloodthirsty murderer, never mind that Ray had WANTED to be killed by him? It was all pretense for the papers.

Uncharacteristically you actually say something other than a hummed agreement. “I wish we could eat another bowl of ramen.”

Odd thing to say, the officers think. Zack snorts. “Dead man's last meal.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Are you stupid? We're gonna die.”

“You never know.” You're hauled away and Zack's left wondering if you had an escape plan. Your tone for the first time, however, is…sad? You probably didn't then.

He thinks about Ray and her obsession with finding a god when he's seated in the chair. Zack doubted any god out there would want him and honestly he didn't care about what happened to him in the afterlife. It'd probably suck anyway.

At least you'll be there too, he reflects, and is alarmed to find himself relaxing, relieved. He wasn't fighting it for whatever reason. Acceptance that judgement day had come?

No, just certainty that you'd be there as well, exasperating companion to the last.

You smashed a glass bottle on your father's head and stabbed your mother with it, after all. Nobody really cares about how abusive or cruel dead people were in their life though, not when it comes to people like you and him.

He catches your eye as they slip the sack over Zack's head.

You're finally interesting - your smile is peculiar and stiff from disuse but so, so you. And so, so interesting.

Too bad he's not the one killing you.

***

Zack thinks he's hallucinating.

Ray is waiting for him at the other end. He's missing his scythe. They're on a familiar road.

“I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon.”

“Yeah well, ye found yer god yet?”

“I'm not sure. Maybe we'll find out now. I haven't really gone anywhere. Does Hell look like this or is this just the waiting room?”

“You and yer questions,” Zack grumbles, slinging an arm around her. “At least your face is more interesting now. If you still wanna die again I’ll be free.”

Ray's small smile widens slightly. “Someone's waiting for you, I think. That store wasn't there before.”

She points at the ramen store. His mouth falls open and he excuses himself.

You're in there in the flesh, quietly swallowing your noodles, cup of tea steaming. Predictably your edamame is on a different plate. He could laugh, and Zack does, long and loud cackling.

“Those for me?”

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𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚

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

featuring: zack foster

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

18+ content - MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„ah- fuck- Zack-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Fuck, sorry.“

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

„I'll clean this up. Let me just-“

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

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

„Zack, what-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Use me, Zack.“

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

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

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

„God, yes, make those noises for me.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„God, you feel so fucking good.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit, your pussy's so good-"

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

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

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

„Fuck-“

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

“Fuck, I can't stop.”

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

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

“Then don't.”

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

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

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

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could you do an yandere alphabet with zack foster? thanks <3

Author's Note: Thank you so much Anon for the request! I actually finished both the manga, the game, and the anime not too long ago, so I hope I do a good job here! Zack is one of my favorite anime characters so I hope I do him justice or else this will be embarrassing 😅 And lastly, go ahead and check out my masterlist if you like what you just read and if you want to request anything yourself, thank you and enjoy! ❤

Issac "Zack" Foster -> Yandere Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Zack has never felt the urge to show affection to anyone, nor did he ever receive it. The subject is foreign to him so he never even thought about it, that is until he met you. Surprisingly affection from Zack is delicate at first, viewing you as some fragile object that he can easily break, making him gentle with you at first. As your relationship grows he will become more desperate and intense, no longer holding you as gently as before. He'll press you hard against his chest as he entangles you in his limbs, hiding you away from the world, enjoying having you all to himself.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Is that even a question nobody knows the answer to? He obviously will, before he met you he was always bloody, and during a relationship with you he will continue to get messy if he wants/needs to. Especially now that Zack has you he might even seek it out more, wanting to eliminate the competition immediately.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Maybe, the most Zack will do is whine about you being too loud for him and to "shut up". However, the more you keep your act up the more irritated he gets and besides raising his voice at you he might start mocking you just to enforce the point that if you don't settle down, things will only get worse.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Depends. If it's NSFW stuff, then that's a no. Everything else is essentially fair game though. Zack's gonna force you to do a lot of things if it's for the sake of your health even if you don't want to out of rebellion. You will be forced to eat, wash, clothe yourself, etc. Zack doesn't want you dying on him, so you ain't getting out of this one unwillingly. The same can be said with affection, there is no way you're strong enough to push him away so if Zack wants to hold you or kiss you, he will. Doesn't matter how hard you manage to fight back, you're his and he will eventually get his way.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Never, Zack won't dare to show you even a lick of weakness to you. Maybe while he's sleeping you'll catch him mumbling about something in his past, but that's all you're gonna get because you'll never hear or witness being vulnerable willingly.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd find it slightly amusing at first, before quickly changing his mind seeing that you're being serious and telling you to knock it off. Even though Zack is a big strong guy, he would never use his strength to hurt you. Instead, if you continue to dismiss his orders he'll either lock you somewhere to come down and keep you there until you do or physically hold you down or against something until your tantrum is over, all the while telling you to calm down.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No. Zack only plays games with his victims, but you're not prey to him, you are much more than that. Nothing makes Zack angrier than you getting away from him, he'll instantly go berserk, destroying everything in his path just to get you back, and he won't stop until that happens. Once he has you back he'd lock you up somewhere for as long as it takes him to calm down, which we all know will take hours if not days for Zack to do so. Making you rethink each time if escape is really worth it cause even after calming down he'll be harsher to you than usual, and that won't be fun either. Though that will pass with time too.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Witnessing him slaughter people. Zack doesn't really care if you see him commit the crime or not, he doesn't think it's that big of a deal, at least for him. Zack would be so confused upon witnessing your horror over the situation, he doesn't get it and then is massively insensitive about it, making you even more terrified of him and his lack of human compassion and morality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Definitely not marriage or kids, because let's face it, with him being a killer and his immaturity, none of those things are logically happening, he won't even consider them. All Zack wants is to just have you with him by his side forever, that's all he needs.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Indeed he does. When Zack is jealous he lashes out at the person who made him feel this way. You're his and he won't let anybody take you away from him. Zack somehow becomes even more angry and violent when jealous, how dare someone try to take you away from him he will make sure their death will be as painful as possible. Once he is done with his tantrum, Zack will act cold but possessive with you. He'd barely speak to you and only curse under his breath as he holds you in any way possible, reminding himself and you about who you actually belong to.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Honestly, Zack would act as his normal usual self around you. The only difference is his lack of urge to harm you in any way, instead wanting to keep you safe and sheltered from the world. There's also his overprotectiveness of you, you come first in any situation so Zack will go overboard for you every time just to keep you safe. You can argue he'd be the same as with Rachel, the difference being that anything involving you is taken by Zack 100% even more seriously. Heck, he'd even try his hand at being nicer and gentler with you because of how much you matter to him. Other than everything that involves you, he's still the same old Zack.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Zack doesn't even think of a plan about how to approach you, he'd approach you like any other victim of his, but with the lack of trying to kill you of course. Even if you try to run Zack will catch up and try one last time to be "nice" and "patient" with you, wanting you to come with him willingly as that would be easier for him. If you still refuse, understandably so, Zack will either knock you out or forcefully drag you to his hiding spot/where he lives and no amount of screaming or protesting will get you out of this one.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not at all. Like I said before, outside of a few differences, especially with the ones involving you, Zack acts exactly the same. He's just more gentler and caring towards you compared to other people. But like I said, there's barely any difference between his normal self and his yandere self.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

The only punishment you'd ever get is isolation or more rights being taken away. Zack would never physically harm you, so he'd use other methods to reinforce the point that you are punished. As mentioned before, Zack will lock you away inside an empty room for as long as it takes for him to calm down or feel like you've learned your lesson. When it comes to rights, Zack will just limit the amount of freedom you had before or will take stuff away from you for a period of time that keeps you entertained. He'd discipline you as if you were a child, and even though that may feel dehumanizing, it's not Zack's outright intent to make you feel that way. It's just his only way of punishing you without actually laying his hands/weapon on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Only the ones that personally threaten, Zack. For example, never go anywhere without him near you. No weapons near you are allowed, for your safety and his. The only human contact as well as interaction is with him only, nobody is allowed to be as close to you as he is, the only exception is Rachel. Basically, the only rights that are taken away from you or are at least limited are the ones where you would have a chance of escaping or hurting Zack, other than that Zack doesn't care how you spend your time. As long as you aren't going against his rules he's fine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Zack is not a patient person, at all, I think we all know that. That being said, when it comes to you he tries his best to be more patient. Sure at some point he will snap and throw a little tantrum, but he'll be far more careful about it than with anyone else, always keeping in mind not to accidentally hurt you. He'd try to be gentle with his yelling at you, trying not to be as harsh as he usually would be with everyone else, but even that's hard for him. Only for you does he try to be somewhat nicer even when he's being mean.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

Not sure, it depends on the scenario. If you somehow escaped him then be prepared to be forever on the run cause he is coming. You have been claimed by Zack as his and that means no matter where you go he's right behind you. Zack would never give up in trying to find you, he'd destroy everything and everyone in his path if he had to, anything to have you by his side again. But if you die, Zack would completely shut himself out emotionally, he'd be a sad shell of his former self. Forever angry and miserable, he would not be able to move on from that, only becoming even worse and more violent of a killer, wanting the world to feel his anger by slaughtering people because that's all Zack would have left. He'd add couples to his list of people he would kill, the sight of happy couples too much for him to handle after losing you. After all, if he can't have you, then nobody else can have that form of happiness that was taken away from him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Nope! Guilt and Zack? Never! There is no guilt or even a thought of ever letting you go in his head, ever. It's not like Zack thinks he's justified or that he's doing the right thing, but there's no way in hell that will stop him from having you if that's what he wants. As far as Zack's concerned your place belongs with him and that alone is enough for him to not think twice about taking you.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity is definitely a part of it. At first, you were supposed to be another one of his victims, but as he stalked you, observed your actions, and got to see your personality and how attractive you were. Zack didn't even mind your smile, heck, you could even say he liked it! It all frustrated him so much, that he could not understand this feeling! The longer he followed you the less he found himself wanting to kill you, but to keep you. So every day he would find you by chance just to watch you, to understand why you gave him this annoying sting in his chest. Zack was so scared and angry for feeling this way for you at first, it made him feel so weak. All he could think about was having you, and that's what ultimately pushed him into making you his whether you wanted to or not.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Seeing and hearing you so vulnerable gives Zack an unwanted sting in his chest. He feels both irritated and worried, just wanting you to stop and calm down. At first, Zack would ignore you, thinking you'll get it out of your system without his help, but the longer you go on the more he feels does annoying emotions. He'd finally snap and tell you to stop, his tone and words harsh but his actions the absolute opposite, gentle and sweet. Pulling you into his arms as he continues to tell you to shut it as he pats your head and runs his other arm up and down your back, in an attempt to soothe you. He'll stay like that with you as long as it takes for you to calm down, absolutely giving you mixed signals unintentionally with his opposite intentions of helping you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Zack will still happily kill people even if they're not in his way in regards to you. Whereas most other yandere's kill out of necessity for their darling, Zack doesn't need that type of excuse and just kills whenever he pleases, even if it doesn't involve you in the slightest.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His immense anger. When Zack enters his temper tantrum, he always makes sure not to be in your vicinity to not accidentally hurt you. You can use that time to escape, but like I said before, Zack will eventually catch on that you're gone and will immediately run after you. No matter how far or long you run, he will always catch up to you and bring you back.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never hurt you physically, but even though he never intends to hurt you emotionally, he does it sometimes without even realizing it. He may raise his voice at you and use harsh words a lot, this man has no filter and is still learning what isn't offensive or is sensitive for you so he may make you cry or angry sometimes without meaning to.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I don't think there would be any worship in the relationship. He's not that obsessed with you to actually worship you. Zack loves you on a yandere level, sure, but he won't kiss the ground you walk on, he'd just treat you with more care than a normal person, is all.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

As established before, Zack is not a patient man by any means and will at most take him a few days to a week before he snaps and just takes you. The fact he just doesn't take you immediately says something because it means he wanted to study you first to understand this strange feeling you make him feel. Wanting to figure out first if it's just him wanting to kill you, or a new unknown feeling entirely.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not on purpose. Zack would never intend to actually do that, but I can see that happening, depending on how well your mental health will handle the situation of being, loved by an obsessive killer that kills on the regular while having him and maybe Rachel as the only human contact you can get with a poor living situation. So it depends on the person, but I feel like most people would not be able to handle something like this after a while if not immediately, and break.

[zzackssythe]

zack x [any gender] reader headcannons for my mental health!!

[fluff]

warnings: none

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• if you were wearing any kind of lipstick or tinted lip balm and left kiss marks on his bandages, he’d just leave them be.

- “zack, do you need me to get more bandages for you?”

- “no. I’m good. this is fine.”

• he calls you “dumbass” not necessarily in a mean way, he just feels like names like “babe” or “baby” are too cliche.

- “hey dumbass.”

- “ugh, love you too, dumbass.”

• he rarely says “I love you” first. Not because he doesn’t love you, just because he doesn’t feel the need to “embarrass” himself like that. But he will always say “I love you too” if you said it to him first.

• he’s not used to romantic gestures. If you gave him a gift, he’d get confused and a little embarrassed. But he’d treasure it. Even if it was a rock.

- “why’d you give me a rock?”

- “it’s a pet rock.”

- “oh, okay.” then he’d put it in his pocket to keep it safe

• if you ever got hurt on accident, [ex. tripping on a shoelace, bumping into a wall] he would laugh. sorry.

- but if someone else dared to touch you in a harmful way, ooooh, their life is over.

• he’s the little spoon. You can’t change my mind.

- he loved being held, hearing little whispers of reassurance, feeling wanted.

- if you’re feeling upset, he’ll be the big spoon. But only on occasion.

• it would take him a while to allow you to see him without any bandages, even just his hands. It would take a lot of trust, but eventually it would become more natural and comforting to him.

• for my shorter zack lovers, sometimes you will need to stand on a chair to be at eye level with him. But only in serious conversations.

—

sorry this was short!! I’m majorly tired

[cottoncandy-cult]

He Has A Nightmare (ZFBFS)

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

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

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

[mad-minds-rp]

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

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

[fyodere]

he’s a cutie patootie

[bakugokemkatsuki]

Zack (Isaac) Foster X Reader

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

**Reader GN/F/M

**Genre: Comfort/Fluff

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

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

[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.

[thelaughtercafe]

Muted Memories Chapter 2

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers:  Verbal and physical abuse, dissociating as a trauma response, nondescriptive murder, descriptive threats(not at reader).

Pairing: Issac Foster/F! Reader

Length: 4k+

Summary: Library explorations, and meeting new characters, fun for the whole family!

A/N: Chapter 2 is here!! Excited I finally got this done!! I’m not fully happy with the way it turned out but after messing with a few other ideas, I decided to go with the one I wrote while genuinely triggered since it felt the most raw and real.

I’m okay now; emotional flashbacks just really suck. Do not recommend lmao. Hope everyone enjoys and please do leave feedback! Always excited to hear from my readers on what they think!! ❤️

The rest of the day was easy once Zack dragged you back. Ray had thanked him in a reverent tone, to which the bandaged boy had only ruffled her hair fondly. They really were close. You hadn’t been expecting him to do the same to you however and it showed as you ducked your head to hide your burning face in Ray’s shoulder a moment. She giggled at your embarrassment and pet your hair. 

You all sat down and ate after that. Ray was attached to your side the rest of the morning, constantly either hanging off you, holding your hand or hugging you. She seemed touched starved, though given you were as well you easily obliged and accommodated her. You had to go to the library after breakfast since you no longer had a laptop and Zack had declined your offer to come, saying he had “better shit to do”. 

You shrugged him off but again reminded him to take anything he needed and disguised Rachel in one of your big hoodies before heading out. When talking about how well they were known they said their popularity had been dying down and they’d come here since it was so out of the way, hoping to find a forever home.

The air was a little chilly so you were glad you’d bundled up Rachel, however you were left shivering a little, given your other hoodie was still being repaired. You’d torn a noticeable hole in it on a rushed run out one day and the mender was blind; a friend Mr. Takamata had met and grown close to, and you had as well in turn. You wouldn’t give your business to anyone else despite the longer wait times. His job was always impeccable. Maybe you could get it on the way back, if he was still open. 

“Alright, to the library! We’ll go grocery shopping tonight on the way home and I’ll make dinner.”

“We’re gonna spend the whole day there?”

Rachel sounded excited at the prospect and you hummed in agreement. 

“Yeah, as long as you don’t mind. I need to do some school work and print out an essay. After that I figured I could show you some of my favorite books and maybe bring some home for Zack too.“

"That sounds fun but…mm…" 

Ray sounded happy at the prospect but trailed off and seemed conflicted, looking at the ground as she walked. 

"What’s wrong?”

“Oh I suppose it’s okay if I tell you. Zack can’t read.”

You blinked at that. He was around your age wasn’t he? You supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised. He clearly had a lot of inner trauma in addition to the physical. 

You smiled down at Ray though, swinging your held hands cheerfully. 

“I’ll get him some anyway. He doesn’t have to learn if he doesn’t want to of course, but I’d be more than happy to teach him. Even if he doesn’t, I like to read aloud anyway so he can enjoy it that way if he’d like.”

Ray gave a contemplative hum. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so nice to us. After everything we’ve done-”

You heard her voice crack and quickly stopped walking, gently pulling her aside and crouching down to her level to allow the other people milling about to pass. 

“Hey, hey! You keep sayin’ that, but from what I’ve seen you two are both damaged, but have been kind to me. It’s like I told Zack last night too…I’m lonely, sad as that may sound. So…no more apologies, okay? I’m happy to give you both a place to stay and let you have a fresh start. Mr. Takamata gave one to me…it seems only right that I should do the same.”

Ray threw her arms around you and you hugged her back before moving to stand. 

"Now, how about that library trip?”

She beamed up at you.  

“Let’s go!”

—–

You couldn’t help but sigh in relief as you both entered the library. It was cold, now. The wind had really picked up and you were already dreading the 20-minute walk back home when it’d be colder tonight.

Maybe you ought to stop by Reginald’s place on the way back after all. Now that you were here though, you had to put your game face on. You had two essays and one story to work on. Your only fun elective this semester was Monsters in Literature. Best teacher too; he reminded you of Robin Williams in his enthusiasm and inspiring words. You had a vague outline of ideas for the story and you wrote often, but creating original content was much harder than the fanworks you were used to. 

The essays were honestly easier. Everyone was always surprised when you told them that, but essay’s were really just cramming as many words as possible to get a simple point across most of the time, and given you enjoyed writing, even if it was boring as sin it was at least easy to bullshit. 

You observed Ray as you put your bookbag down, wanting to get her set up before starting. 

“You’re around 14 right?”

She nodded. 

“15, now actually. As of a few weeks ago.”

“Oh! We’ll have to celebrate. I’ll pick up some overtime, make sure to remind me to get a cake this weekend okay? Just in case my memory goes kaput after all this school work.”

She giggled and nodded happily as you mimed passing out. 

“Do you know what kind of books you like hun? I can get you set up in the right section and then get started here.”

She gave a carefree shrug. 

“I didn’t read much. Too noisy before.” 

Seeing the way her eyes went dull again you got to your feet and held your hand out to her before she could go too deep into her memories.

She took it and you led her into the adjoining room for Young Adult Fiction, not acknowledging the fact that she trembling with anything more than a soothing thumb rub. 

“Here’s the YA section. All kinds of scenarios and characters here- I recommend reading the back or inside of the flap and then just picking whichever one sounds interesting! You can always just go based on the cover if you’d like a more randomized experience though. This is still my favorite section honestly; if you need any help with the words or have any questions don’t be afraid to ask me. Feel free to get comfy, and if anyone that’s not me comes up to you, come get me or yell my name if you get scared, I’ll be just in the other room.”

After making sure she was okay you left her, happy to see she was already hesitantly beginning to explore. 

You sighed in resignation, sitting down and cracking your neck.

No more distractions, time to get your work done!

—–

The day passed quickly, with Ray occasionally coming over to ask for help with a word she didn’t know but it was a rarity and she was already on the 2nd book in a supernatural fantasy series when you were finished. You playfully took it from her to check the title. 

“Ooh Maximum Ride hm? That’s a good one, haven’t read it in ages. One of my favorites at your age too. Let’s bring it home with us huh?”

She nodded eagerly, a big grin on her face as she made grabby hands for the book, and you obliged, quickly grabbing the 3rd and 4th one as well. After a moment’s hesitation you grabbed 2 more for good measure, one for you, and one for Zack. You know how you were as a child and better safe than leave the poor girl on a cliffhanger. Luckily the librarians and you were already well acquainted given you came to volunteer to read to the kids here when you weren’t in school. It was a quick affair to check the books out and you were on your way. 

The essays had given you no trouble and were already sent to your professors…but that damn story had you completely stuck. You knew the general concept you wanted was dealing with possession of some sort but you couldn’t figure out who should be doing the possessing. It was the idea of being out of control you wanted to tap into Such a primal fear so underexplored by most monsters. 

It was still freezing oh God- you shivered as you and Ray made your way home. She looked at you worriedly and you could tell she was going to offer you the jacket but you patted her head. 

“I’ll be okay- gonna s-stop and get my m-m-mended one before groceries after all.” 

You sped walked and reached Reginald’s in record time, who luckily was just about to close up. 

“Reggie, please tell me you have my coat finished?”

Your eyes and voice were pleading and when he reached out to touch your arm in greeting he recoiled, frowning in fatherly disapproval. 

“Young lady, what on Earth are you doing out here in this cold without any protection?”

He sighed heavily and easily made his way back inside, holding the door open for you and Ray. 

It was the same as always, not a speck of dust in sight, but homey and most importantly, warm. You held your hands to your lips and warmed them. You could’ve cried when after a few moments Reginald came out, coat in hand. 

“Oh thank you so much! I’m in your debt! Here-” 

You went to pull out your wallet but at the sound of rustling Reggie tsk’d and shook his head. 

“No need, sweetheart. Can’t let ole’ Takamata’s daughter freeze now can I? How’s about you introduce me to your little friend here and I’ll call it even.”

You smiled fondly and sighed in defeat, slipping your dark burgundy coat over your t-shirt and zipping it up.  

“Fair deal! This is Ray, her and her older brother Zack will be staying with me from now on. They broke in and I couldn’t just turn away hungry people, especially a young girl like her. You know how Mr. Takamata was, he’d roll over in his grave if I didn’t help!”

The lies merged with the truth and Reginald laughed heartily, while Ray looked at you in disbelief. She surely expected you to give them fake names or backstories but there was no need. To lie effectively, you just had to be confident and believe what you were saying. 

“True enough!! Well, nice to meet you little lady, call me Reggie hm? Here, this hoodie feels too thin-”

“Reggie!”

He ignored your exasperated voice and before you knew it he’d tossed a small lilac coat and large black one your way and was shooing you out despite you protests. 

“I’ll hear nothing of it! Consider it a welcoming gift! Now get!” 

“Thank you Reggie. Really.”

He waved you off and patted Ray’s head before walking off. You smirked fondly and turned to look down at Ray. 

“Welp. How’s about we just get something hot and head on home? Zack may get worried if we’re out too much longer.” 

Ray nodded cheerfully. 

“Sounds great to me! I’m starved! That man was really nice, I hope we see him again soon.”

You giggled at her enthusiasm, opting to get pizza at the place right down the hill so it wouldn’t be a long walk. 

“Me too. I’m sure you’ll like him even more as you get to know him. He’s very kind. He has a service dog named Bucky, I’m sure you’ll get to meet them both again soon.” 

You held the pizza and Zack’s new coat, while Ray got the soda, garlic knots and the pepperoni pinwheel you caught her drooling over in the display case. 

You walked through the door with her on your heels, grinning and calling for Zack as you entered. 

“Zack we’re ho-”

Your voice died out at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t breathe. 

Why was he…here?

“Chris?”

That cursed name escaped your lips, bile burned your throat as he smiled and took a step closer. You went to back up, the door still open and remembered Ray and the fact your hands were full. 

Where was Zack? Didn’t matter you had to get Ray to safety. But she was already entering behind you, and setting the food on the table like he wasn’t there. She came over to take the pizza but you were in shock.

“The one and only!” 

His smile twitched, but you knew behind the mask he was seething as Ray began pulling out the food and setting the table. 

“Pizza night hm? Funny. I haven’t gotten my pay this month yet, I trust you have that ready for me?”

You just stared at him in stricken fear. The door was closed but you still felt just as frozen.

“…What are you doing here? How did you find this place?”

“Oh here? I’ve known for years, pet.I just…”

His smirk turned to a sneer. 

“Loosened your leash a little. Now, if you won’t give me what I want, you’re surely not fit to raise a child here. Maybe I’ll take her home…give her a proper enviorment. I mean, she didn’t even greet me properly. You know what happens to impolite children, don’t you?”

You didn’t speak up but you moved your body to block the way to the kitchen, motioning for Ray to run with your free hand, but she was completely oblivious. Your eyes steeled a little, but your voice was still that of a terrified kid. It didn’t matter that you were older now, it didn’t matter that you thought you were getting better. 

Suddenly you were a frightened child all over again. 

“I won’t let you have her.” 

You flinched at the feeling of a hand on you and looked down to find her gripping your hand, tugging you lightly towards the table.  

“Dinner’s ready. Come eat.”

Her eyes had gone dead, and she was pointedly ignoring Chris. She seemed very dissociated; probably a trauma response from her own family, if you had to guess. You realized your other hand still held the black coat and tossed it on the couch before reluctantly letting her take you to the table where you sat down. She sat too, and began eating while you looked numbly down at your plate. 

You heard the chair slide back as he sat at the head of the table, beginning to dissociate a little yourself but maintaining your hypervigilance. You felt shaky and scared, aware of every move he and yourself made. He began to eat, completely unbothered. 

You’d finally felt safe, away from him. Thought he was oblivious and finally mostly out of your life, save the monthly payments. You should have known you could never beat him. That he couldn’t cope with the loss of control. 

Now one of the first people in your life you allowed yourself to care for was at risk. It was your fault for not safeguarding against this possibility and the only reason you weren’t spiraling was because you knew you had to keep Ray safe. 

“What do you want?”

Your voice shook, but it was low and even, in hopes of being non-threatening. 

He was nonchalant as ever.

“You’re going to protect me, and let me stay here. I’m only hiding here because some psychopath showed up at my place.”

Your breath hitched and you looked up in fear as Ray jumped to her feet.

“Zack!?”

You hopped up quickly and wrapped Ray in your arms to shield her, and quickly mustered a lie. 

“Shh…shh…Zack isn’t here sweetheart.”

“That’s the second time I’ve heard that name. Who is he? Is he staying here too?”

“He’s her older brother. When she gets scared she seeks him out- I’m not the only one who got traumatized.”

Your mutter was bitter and under your breath but he caught it. 

He always heard it. He stood and you held Ray tighter. You just had to last until Zack got here. Keep him placated. You trembled- God why did the shakes never stop around him?

“Talking back? Pathetic. You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Whatever. You’ll always be a freak.”

You swayed as the familiar insult caused an emotional and partially visual flashback, hearing faint words, catching glimpses from the back of your mom’s car. She was inside getting groceries. 

“You’re such a damn freak- those bullies at school were right about you. You’re really nothing but a freak. Everything you do is freaky-”

He’d used variations of the word till you were hyperventilating upon your mother’s return. You couldn’t hide it fast enough, but his mask was right back on. Told your mother he was “getting you used to the word.” Ha. She’d harmlessly shared the bullying you’d confided in her about, having no idea you intentionally hadn’t told him because she didn’t know any better. 

But your Mother isn’t here now. 

Your shaking stopped and you took a deep breath, steeling your own mask. You straightened from hugging Ray and glared at where he stood by the chair he claimed. 

“I don’t care what you do with me, but you won’t hurt her. I’ll never let you abuse anyone else I care about again.”

He threw his head back in bitter, sadistic laughter and you acted quickly, grabbing her jacket in one smooth motion and rushing to shove Ray outside, with a simple command before slamming the side door shut and locking it, tossing the key out there with her so she nor Chris could get her back inside. 

“Find Zack and stay hidden if you can’t!”

She hesitated, meeting your eyes and you smiled at her, trying to make her feel secure only to yelp as something slammed hard on the back of your head, sending you to the floor. You vaguely registered the picture and glass surrounding you, and the sound of Ray crying out your name in panic. The picture of you and Mr. Takamata lay near your face and you smiled weakly.. 

“…Sorry, Dad. Looks like I won’t be able to fulfill my promise after all.”

Your head felt wet and warm, and your vision was getting murky. You felt dizzy, trying to stay conscious. Chris was yelling, but for once…you felt serene. No fear. No constant hypervigilance. No more masks. But…Zack. Where was he? You never got to give him his new coat…

Darkness took you under. 

—–

Zack burst into the door with a loud bang, wild eyes scanning the area. He’d been searching frantically for the bastard all day and was exhausted and starving after a long day. He’d been planning to pick up the following day when he arrived, only to hear an unfamiliar male screaming curses. 

Zack didn’t consider himself a protective person. He’d grown up most of his life alone and fending for himself. Ray was an exception to the rule, and he thought he’d never find someone he wanted to protect again. Till he met you. He didn’t know you well. Didn’t even fully trust you yet, honestly, always wary to give trust. But he saw something of himself in you. Plus, you were horrendously naive and so, so in need of protection. 

This bastard seemed the best place to start. 

To see him in his new home, where he finally felt safe? Zack was anything but happy. The man froze after kicking you on the floor. Zack spotted Ray with tears swimming in her eyes as she screamed behind the back door, before rushing to meet up with him, heading around to the front once she saw him. 

Things moved quickly after that. 

Zack had the man by the throat, sadistic snickers leaving him ceaselessly as he held him against the nearby wall because if he didn’t laugh and scream he was going to do something else and he vowed to never do that again. 

“You’ve got 3 seconds. Talk.”

The man, if he could be called that, was near pissing himself in fear but Zack felt none of the typical satisfaction. Just rage, simmering under the surface along with his want to rip the slight smirk he saw tugging at the asshole face whenever he glanced at your crumpled body. 

“I have no problem with you, alright!? I don’t know what you want- if you want to kill her she’s all yours, but I haven’t done anything! I’m an upstanding citizen, I swear!”

“So lemme see if I got this right. You come into my house, trash my place, hurt my family, not only fucking up their heads but physically too and you think I’m gonna let you walk outta here?”

Zack threw his head back in magical laughter at the thought; it was the funniest damn joke he’d ever heard. At that, Chris finally snapped and threw a punch, facade dropping in an instant, but Zack held fast, vaguely noticing Ray walking up next to him a look in her eye he hadn’t seen since they were trapped. 

“God you’re a freak just like her- no, you’re some kinda monster! Guh-!”

Ray stabbed hard into his stomach, making the man gurgle on his words. He looked down in shocked horror and Ray was impassive. 

“You hurt her, so I hurt you.”

He cursed at her too. 

“You little bitch!! You’ll never get away with this, I’ll make you pay!”

Ray shook her head in disappointment.

“There’s no fixing you.”

She waved before turning her attention to you.  

“Bye bye.”

Chris opened his mouth to snarl at her again but Zack was done playing games. He had more important things to do. He glared, shaking the man before beginning to drag him outside and into the forest, talking casually.

“Pretty sure we got unfinished business buddy. See I’ve got a sharp knife, and I’m curious how many pieces I can cut off before you bleed out. Shall we find out together?”

“No, no God please!! Have mercy!”

“Shut the Hell up!”

His shout was one of anger as he tossed the man down and kicked him hard in the ribs, paying no mind as he screamed in pain. 

“That’s what I caught you doing to the woman who let us stay here! I don’t know why she’s afraid of you, but after tonight she’ll never have to fear you again. Nothing should scare her more than me. I won’t let you have her. I refuse. Her fear belongs to me. Now do the whole damn world a favor and DIE!”

His last word was a guttural roar of anger and when the man was finally dead by his hand, Zack crumpled. He didn’t know why, or how. His body was shaking and his bandaged were wet and it wouldn’t stop. He didn’t like it at all. This feeling, the way His mouth made sounds out of his control. It felt like…he’d killed his demon a second time, but this time it wasn’t just his. It was yours too. He found…he liked the feeling. More than his usual kills. This was more…liberating. He took the time to let whatever was happening run its course as he dragged the now dead piece of meat into the forest and buried him with the very shovel you used to do as he had, but for someone you loved rather than loathed. Love. Still such a foreign word and concept to him. He shook off his thoughts 

But now he needed to make sure you stayed alive long enough to hear him gloat. He could worry about the oddness of “feelings” later. Ugh. He shuddered. Feelings. Gross. 

He bit down a smile as he made his way back towards the house, seeing from the window that Ray was already patching you up, one of your textbooks open next to her. 

Maybe whatever he felt for you and Ray though, wasn’t quite so bad. 

[emo-emu64]

can’t stop, won’t stop thinking about a classic bad boy Zack. Like, a tattoo artist/piercer (that has tattoos and piercings, obvi) who drives you around on his motorcycle because you’re his backpack. Brings you to spots he hangs out at, only to inevitably get into a bar fight defending your honor every single time.

I’m so normal about him, you guys just don’t understand.

[acc--deactivated]

𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨

featuring: zack foster

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

18+ content - MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[s0nia246]

Just wanna share this to the Zack fans

[cottoncandy-cult]

Showering Together (ZFBFS)

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

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

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

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

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

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