A/N - I honestly hate the way this story starts out, but I promise that it gets better, so don't mind the crappy beginning as I didn't really know what to write down for the interaction with Gray.
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When Gray had approached you and said that he was impressed with your skill with a blade, you had thought he was genuinely crazy for not being scared of you.
You had literally just stabbed a guy who had been hitting on you insistently after you had hung out at a local bar for a couple of hours.
You had threatened his life, but he had just stood there, seemingly unaffected by what he had just witnessed.
"What do you want, old man? Can't you see that I'm busy at the moment?" you had asked him while you grab your trusty rag from your pocket, cleaning your knife before holstering it at your hip before tugging your shirt down to conceal it better.
"I can see that you are busy wasting your talents on drunkards." he had replied which caused you to glare at him.
"That doesn't answer my question, old man." you hissed. "What do you want?"
"I want to give you an opportunity to kill anyone however you want without any consequences." he had answered.
You stared at him for a moment, as if he was crazy.
You obviously knew that he was a crazy old geezer, because who would honestly believe an old man that there's any way for you to kill anyone with no consequences.
Then you thought about it a little bit more.
You knew that the cops were on your trail in some sort of way as all of the men you had murdered were featured on the news and that they had connected all of them to one person.
That person being you.
Not that the cops knew that yet obviously as you always covered your tracks, not leaving any evidence behind once you killed someone.
"Alright." you stated as you turned to face him fully. "I'll do it."
The old man gave you a smile. "Excellent. Follow me."
And with that, he turned to walk down the alley to your right.
"Just so you know, if this is a trick, I'll kill you old man." you stated as you continued to watch him closely as he walked down the alleyway.
At your words, the old man stopped, turning his head to where he was looking back at you, a smirk on his face. "Oh, I'm counting on it."
He then continues to walk down the alley, you following behind him at a good distance, just in case.
"What do you think so far (Y/N)?" Gray asks you from his spot next to you as the two of you ride the elevator to the most bottom floor in his facility.
"It's impressive. Yet, the bastards you chose as floor masters are all lunatics." you answer. "Especially that Danny guy. He's a creepy bastard."
"Yes, well, Danny has his quirks." Gray agrees with you just as the elevator doors open.
'I don't think quirks is the right word I would use.' you think with a scoff as you follow Gray onto what seems to be a back alleyway.
When Gray had told you that you'd have to share a floor with one of the other floor masters in the building, you had hesitantly agreed as you don't usually play well with others.
You have met all other floor master but one and so far, none of them have clicked with you.
All you had really wanted to do to them was kill them, but Gray had forbade you to do so.
"Well, well, well." a voice says from behind you and Gray, causing the two of you to turn around to face a man around your age in a dirty and bloody brown hoodie, black jeans and a large scythe in his hands. "What do you want old man?"
Gray steps forward blocking you from the man's view.
"Isaac Foster, I have a proposition for you."
"WHAT?!" Zack yells out angrily as he looks from Gray to you and then back again. "This is my floor! Why does she have to share with me and none of the other assholes in this joint?!"
"That's quite simple, really," Gray begins. "(Y/N) had requested to be on your floor as Danny and the others didn't suit her to well."
"Oh yeah?" Zack asks as he turns to you again. "And why's that?"
"It was because the others just rubbed me the wrong way." you answer while crossing your arms over your chest as Zack stares at you. "Nothing more and nothing less."
*Tch* "That's bullshit!" Zack shouts. "I should just kill you right here and now!" he grins while gripping his scythe, causing you to brandish your knife, ready to defend yourself.
"Bring it." you hiss.
"You will do no such thing." Gray states, stepping in between you and Zack, causing both of you to look at him in surprise.
"You will share your floor with (Y/N), and that is final."
Zack let's out a scoff before lowering his scythe. "Fine."
He then turns to you, his eyes narrowing. "But if you get in my way, I'll kill you."
You smirk defiantly, knowing it's going to piss him off. "Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."
His manic laughter echoed through your head. The look of pure insanity in his eyes, as he’s running toward you scythe out ready to cut you. You jolted up right in your bed as sweat beaded down your face. Your heart was beating what felt like a million miles a second and you were breathing heavily, panting out of breath. You quickly flip the light on next to you and look around the room. Of course, it’s safe. Your home. You made it out of that hell hole but the trauma  it caused you life long affects. You had almost been killed by Zack while you were in there. This left you to jump at the slightest noises and become so scared of sharp objects and the color brown that it made life very difficult at times. You could hardly leave the house without having a break down. You swear you saw him everywhere, and yet at the same time you didn’t. You kept trying to convince yourself it was your mind playing tricks on you. That’s all. You cuddled up dimming the light but not turning it off as you calmed yourself. You were almost asleep when you heard it the door shut on its own. You shot up and immediately looked only to see him staring at you. You were so scared you couldn’t move you couldn’t scream, nothing. You were completely frozen in fear. “I told you I’d find you doll. Time for me to cut you open”…
☆彡 | 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒. — you think of them so much that your face gets hot and your body feels like it’s floating. your head spins when you see them and butterflies swirl in your stomach when their gaze meets yours or when your hand brushes against their own. what’s this feeling? love. it has to be!
welcome to my valentines themed writing collab ! with a small twist.. this is a selfship centered collab ! ! please read the following rules below before participating !
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with that all out of the way i want to take a moment to say i love you. i hope you love yourself and i hope you can learn to love yourself. take this time and this collab to write a special little piece of art for you and your f/o. this is all about you during the season of love and i hope you have a wonderful day wherever you may be. drink some water, treat yourself to a nice meal today and take breaks when you need them ! i love you and so does your f/o, happy valentines day ! ♡
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☆彡 | 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓 !
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☆彡 | 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 !
isagi yoichi ♡ @yaakultt // sfw
bachira meguru ♡ @mgrsbaby // THE TRIANGULAR THEORY OF LOVE // [n]sfw
Hey! To help start off this hopefully good year, can we some fluff and sleepy cuddles with a fem s/o for Zack Foster?
Ofc! I love writing Zack fluff, it makes me happy☺️. I hope you like it!
Genre: fluff
Warnings: f!reader
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Sleepy Zack Cuddles w/ Fem S/O
The bright night moon shines through the white curtains. It's so bright you're finding it hard to sleep.
You are currently contemplating whether or not you should ask Zack if he's still awake. Let's just say it's a bit of a hit or miss when you wake him up in the middle of the night. He either wakes up in a calm mood or he gets pissed you woke him up.
After a mental debate on whether or not you wake your boyfriend up, you decide to just go for it
“Hey, are you awake?” Zack slowly turns over to you
“Kind off,” he replies drowsily
“Can we...cuddle? I can't sleep”
“Okay” Zack slowly brings his arms around you and pulls you in closer to his chest. That was easier than you thought it would be. All that stressing for nothing.
As you lay there with Zack you feel him starting to slowly stroke your hair. You can't tell if he's consciously doing this, but either way, you're not complaining.
You take a smell of Zacks natural musk, he smells of pine and dust, like always. It's a weird combination but it's always weirdly comforting.
With a couple more strokes of your hair, you drift off to sleep.
Zack hears soft snores coming from you and smiles.
He loves these moments. Hearing your soft snores, his arms enclosed around you, the moonlight filtering through the curtains.
It's so peaceful.
He finds himself slowly drifting off to sleep, joining you in dreamland.
Request: AOD Zack x female reader where reader is genuinely not caring if she lives or dies but loves him for who he is and doesn’t try to change him and accepts him for who he is. Soulmate au. Fluff to smut, Rachel and her have a mother/sister relationship
by @stygianoir
My Navigation is here.
Warnings: so much profanity, fluff to smut, fem!reader, soulmate au (seeing the other person's memory when they touch for the first time), no protection
Note: I genuinly had so much fun writing this, listening to the soundtrack, (looking up curse words for Zack) and everything. Thank you for the request 💕
Wordcount: 1.6k+
You put down your book, emotionless eyes looking back at you in the café window. You sighed; November did feel better than all the other times of the year. Late winter especially. You licked your dry lips. At least snow didn´t fall often anymore in the city. You liked it when the world looked bleak like this.
As you stepped out into the cold, warm coat protecting you from the wind, you looked up to see grey clouds looming over the buildings which were of the same lifeless colour. As raindrops started hitting your face, you went down the street, as fast as you could, to evade any large group of people.
The part of the city you lived in was considered dark and abandoned by some. Like an alleyway, with brick walls seemingly falling apart and forlorn tissues flying with the wind; trash laying in bags, leaning against the front of the buildings. Some of the windows were shut tight, nails holding wooden planks in place. Others were simply broken, left like that, and then there were some with old and dirty shutters down. They had been like that since you could remember. People you saw rarely. When the weather was better, you would hear the muffled laughter of children playing outside. You put your book into your pocket. It was always the same book, and anyways, it was the only one you owned.
“What the fuck is this place? Fucking creepy.”
“The last neighbourhood of the city,” Rachel answered softly.
“Haah? People actually live in this dumpsite?” Zack looked at her incredulously, scythe propped up on his shoulder as he walked beside the girl.
“See,” she stretched out her arms to point at a pair of eyes quickly disappearing behind broken wood planks.
“Holy fuck,” he gasped, before cackling loudly. “People actually live in this shit hole?”
Rachel didn´t respond.
“And you think one of those creeps is just gonna let us in?”
The girl shook her head.
“Then what are we even doing here, Ray?”
“Some of the apartments are empty. Look.”
Zack followed her gaze. The apartment had broken windows, third floor, and the front door of the house was broken too. He groaned.
“Fuck Ray, I told ya I was gonna kill ya. No need to get us killed in that fu-“
“No one will go in there.”
“Maybe they wanna steal somthin´?”
“Zack, you have a scythe dripping blood and we are both wearing clothes that are far beyond saving. What are they going to steal? A very obvious murder weapon?”
Zack leaned forward and spit to the ground.
“´s a good one though,” he grinned up at her, before straightening his back again. “Fuck, I´d die for that pretty thing.”
Rachel looked up at him incredulously, but didn´t reply. A foreign voice beat her to it.
“Oh, are you the type to give objects female names?”
Zack spun around; scythe held in front of him. His eyes widened when he saw a young woman in front of him, with eyes like crystals, holding the same expression as Rachel´s.
“Who are you?” Rachel asked the stranger but was ignored. Instead, the stranger opted to lay her head to the side before saying:
“You are right though, she is pretty. But I guess you´d need to rid her of the rust. The red would look even more stunning on her then.” She met Zack´s eyes, whose mouth was standing agape by now. Then she turned to look at Rachel. “I´m (Y/N),” before walking towards them. Zack tensed up, but she only passed them, and walked down the dark street. The two companions, Zack bewildered and Rachel curious, watched her leave them behind.
Suddenly the woman stopped and looked back at them. She sighed before motioning with her hand for them to follow her. Zack stood frozen on his spot, watching her suspiciously as she was slowly taken in by shadows, but Rachel immediately followed her.
“Come on Zack, it´s probably better than rained in apartments anyways.”
“A killer?”
“A serial killer,” the man who had introduced himself as Zack corrected you.
“Ah.”
“Aren´t you scared?”
You shook your head. “Why would I be?”
Zack stared up at the ceiling, eyes wide in what could only be described as desperation. “Of all the fucking people I had to meet, I got two crazed chicks.”
You set down three cups on the table, before coming to sit beside them at the round, wobbly table in the middle of your kitchen.
“And what are you two doing here?”
“We were fleeing from the police.”
“Ah.”
A silent ensued.
“Where are you planning to go now?”
“Fuck if we know,” Zack replied.
“Does he always cuss this much?” you turned to Rachel and the girl nodded.
“Unfortunately.”
“What´s that supposed to mean, huh?”
Zack reached forward to get his own cup, brushing his hand with yours. He tensed and immediately drew his hand back, but images started to fill his mind, images of things that had happened, but not to him. No.
When his mind had cleared, he looked at you.
“What the fuck was that?”
“You sure you wanna tag along?”
You shrugged.
“What else should I do. And besides, not everyday you meet your soulmate,” you teased.
Zack rolled his eyes.
“´s something different leaving your home behind.”
You halted your movements for a second, looking around the shabby room, before staring at him, eyebrows raised:
“Oh, how I will miss my home.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever, just hurry up,” he said, turning around to leave the room.
A house deep in a forest, on a manmade clearing. Snow falling in soft flakes to the white coloured ground. Cold fingers brushed against your hips, searching their way around your body. Leaving goosebumps in their wake. He shakily exhaled, warm breath in contrast to the cool touches. His nose brushed against your chest as he moved up your body until his lips hovered directly over yours, bright eyes looking right into yours. For a second, he paused, his lips slightly apart as he admired your flushed face staring up at him. Then he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss. They moved gently against each other. After a few moments Zack moved back and came face to face with your clothed core. He brought his mouth right against it, feeling it pulse. A choked moan left his mouth as he felt you press closer to his mouth. His hands came up to softly hold down your thighs. Then he started to press open mouthed kisses over your core. His heart started racing when he started hearing soft mewls leave your mouth, and as he looked up he nearly forgot how to breath. Your eyes were closed, and your eyebrows furrowed. Your shiny lips were apart, making room for the sounds that had his cock throb in his pants.
“Zack.”
He nearly toppled over hearing you say his name like that.
“Please.”
“Yeah, you like that?” he asked throatily, heat spreading across his cheeks.
“Mmh,” you answered, before gasping as one of his cold fingers found its way under your panties to your clit. The moan that followed made him shudder.
He quickly tore off your panties for more access and nearly came at the sight before him.
“Fu-uck,” he groaned. “Fucking pretty pussy. I made you that wet?” He glanced up to you nodding, lost in the pleasure the finger caressing your clit gave you. “Yeah, fuck-“ he cut himself of again, fully entranced by the way your legs spasmed when another finger circled you hole. Gently, he pressed one digit in, eyes transfixed on how your body sucked him in, walls pressing down on it, imagining that tight grip on his cock. A guttural moan left him. “Fuck, doll, so good. Feel good?”
“Yeah, yeah it does,” you gasped.
Slowly, he began to pump his digit inside of you, adding another one after a minute.
“Please, Zack, ´m ready,” you whined, his lazy movements not enough for you.
“Yeah?” he breathed out, reaching down to unclasp his belt and take off his clothes. Then he moved up, pressing his lips against yours as he finally pressed the tip of his cock against your slit. You groaned against each other´s mouth as he sunk into you, breath hitching when he was buried to the hilt.
“Fuck – doll,” he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”
Your eyes were rolled up, only letting out a small “Yeah?”, before your breath got knocked out again as Zack drew back his hips to thrust into you again. You let out a shaky moan as he sped up, trembling legs wrapping around his waist to tug him even closer. Zack laid his head into your neck, groaning and pressing open mouthed kisses to your neck, biting and bruising the flesh there.
A shiver went through you when he hit a certain spot, and you let out a gasp followed by a moan.
Zack moved deep within you, every roll of his hips sending you closer and closer to your climax. And when his fingers, fumbling, moved down and caught your clit, your body jolted, back arching before, with one final thrust of his hips, you came, face growing hot as you shook in his arms. With a few more pumps Zack followed you, groaning loudly into your neck, hips stuttering as he finished inside you.
For a moment you stayed like that, trying to catch your breaths, before Zack carefully pulled out and looked at you.
“How the fuck are you so pretty?” he murmured; eyebrows furrowed. You laughed, stretching out your arms to hug him close.
“Shut up, you should have heard your cute moans.”
“Don´t you fucking dare, woman,” he threatened, but you didn´t miss the fond look in his eyes as he came to rest next to you, tugging you into his side. There was no way in hell he was going to let you go anytime soon.
can you please write Daniel Dickens x trans male reader smut, could you also please make reader the dominant one? Thank you
DANNY????? UHHH, YEAHHH???
Also idk if you meant before or after bottom surgery, so I'm doing after just that way I don't confuse myself if I continue editing while I'm high/drunk 😭
Uhhh like not really warnings but "containing": Praise, degrading, begging, crying, swearing, usage of "slvt"
Danny exhaled deeply, his face a beautiful shade of red. Y/N gently touched him, teasing every inch of him.
"Y–Y/N.."
"Yes, Danny?"
He put his fist near his mouth, biting it. He whimpered muffled swears. "Please..."
Y/N bit his lip, smirking.
"Please, f..uck me.."
Y/N chuckled quietly in a deep tone. "Is that what you want?"
Danny nodded, putting his fist down whilst panting like a dog.
"Are you gonna be a good boy for me?"
Danny nodded, slight whimpers of "mhm" coming out of his mouth.
"Do you wanna beg for it, my sweet, stupid, slutty doctor?"
Danny moaned loudly. He was a sucker for being degraded, and Y/N knew it.
hello! i was wondering if you could do an isaac foster x gn reader where reader gets hurt and/or kidnapped? thank you!
A/N - YEAAHHH I LOVE DOIN THESE i did this in a kinda jokey manner but if youd like one in a more serious tone send another request! ill gladly redo it
sorry for taking so long!! i keep getting sick smh
-the other floor masters loved to taunt him about his intelligence (or lack thereof)
-so when the found out about you traveling with him through the floors??? whoo boy
-after doctor creep tried to stab you twice in the span of 5 minutes you agreed to let him tag along
-and really he wanted to kill you
-like really wanted to
-but somehow he just... couldnt
-when he saw you about to get stabbed he was overwhelmed with a feeling of protectiveness
-poor boy didnt realize he was attracted to you until eddie said he thought you looked pretty
-and of course when you get to Cathys floor she instantly takes advantage of this
-she tricks zack into leaving you alone for a couple seconds and kidnaps you
-hes pissed
-youre pissed
-shes having the time of her life
-youre stuck watching him attempt to solve various puzzles on cathys monitors while tied to a chair
-it takes like 2 hours for him to solve simple puzzles
-youre screaming the solution at the screen and hoping that it’ll somehow tell him the answer
-the whole debacle becomes a several day endeavour
-he exudes rage but secretly hes terrified
-what if she hurts you?
-what if you realize this is all his fault and leave him?
-what would he do?
-what COULD he do?
-eventually he just starts slashing through everything and beating puzzles through sheer luck
-when he finally gets to the final room he basically throws himself at cathy and takes her out so fast she cant even react
