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Isaac "Zack" Foster x Reader -- Never Ever Part 1

After escaping the hell of the prison-like chaos, where you had been always on the run from one maniac at a time. However, you never would have thought that after escaping, you would be on the run with one of the said maniacs.

Never would you have thought that you would slowly fall head over heels for him, either.

Accompanying the young blonde and the hot-headed serial killer was a chore on it's own. Rachel was beyond capable of functioning, still suffering the affects of realizing who she really was before she came to know Zack and yourself. She typically sat in her room, staring into the distance or reading what books either you or Zack could find when on your outings. Zack was oddly silent, keeping to himself and rarely yelling at the two girls he was stuck living with. However, when Ray was asleep, it was an entirely different story on your part. 

For some odd reason, he would take out his anger and frustration out on you, resulting in a violent yelling match that continued until you either told him to go to hell, or he hit you. Then you would go to your room, and he would be left alone in the living room to the lumpy couch and a heavy feeling in his stomach. Yet you still managed to get along, no matter how ugly things got; you knew that he didn't know how to express himself other than through violence, and even though you ended up with stinging bruises, you still strive to help him find a way to get through his troubling past. You never really could tell why you took his abuse; whether it was because you fell for the hidden sweet parts that he only showed to you, or if it was because every night you went for a drink, he would whimper and plead in his dreams, you knew you had to help him. 

This included going out with him on his outings, watching as he slaughtered his victims; it seemed he enjoyed the audience, giving him a peace of mind and reducing his blood lust tenfold, no matter how strange it seemed. Other times, you stayed home per his request to finish cleaning and cooking dinner, then falling asleep when all was completed. Sometimes, you would hear him come in, whisper your name to test if you were asleep, and then sit by your side a hand buried in your [h/c] locks and the other holding a cigarette to his lips.

You had stayed up that night however, flipping through the channels provided by the measly cable,  chin resting in one hand as the other rested in your lap, the slick box shaped remote clutched in nimble [s/c] fingers. Currently, some romance bullshit was playing, and unknowingly, you were enjoying it, lower lip worked between your teeth and hand tugging relentlessly at the side of your face. Your legs were closed tight, core throbbing as your consciousness wavered in and out of your own fantasies. As soon as the channel clicked on, all you could hear were small moans and pleased, throaty growls the couple clearly fighting it out in bed, the male winning. You imagine Zack doing the same to you, pinning you to the bed, hands wrapped around your throat, a leg tossed over his shoulder as he mercilessly pounded into you with no hesitation, growling lewd comments into your ear as he savored your moans...

"What the hell is this shit..?" A familiar gruff voice startled you from you fascination, and horrified, you jumped to your feet, the blanket you had draped over your waist falling to the dust covered ground. Your eyes meet his own, and for a good few seconds, a silent battle was shared between the two of you. Then, his eyebrows furrow and he repeats his question with a guttural growl, and after the few months you had lived with the hotheaded serial killer, you knew far better than to leave him unanswered. If you did, Zack had the tendency to go crazy and break anything within his reach. 

"I-it's a Rom Com, I think... There wasn't anything else to watch, so I just left it on this.." You wince at the sound of you squeaky voice, knowing that you would be caught soon enough if you didn't fix yourself of your... problem. The fabric of your [f/c] panties were soaked, and you secretly wished that he had stayed out later so that you could change.