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berriwritertingz · 2 months

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the summer i wrote | one

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

summary: every summer, you travel to dahlia's beach to reunite with your mother's closest friend and her son. but this year he unexpectedly brings a friend along. caught in the gentle waves of affection and longing, you find yourself navigating uncharted waters where the boundaries of friendship blur.

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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You loved Dahlia's beach. It always smelled salty with a hint of expensive barbeque if you were in the city. But near the countryside there was the sweet smell of honeysuckle. That's where you would rather be, where the tall grass met the sandy dunes. The sounds of hooves on pavement and bustle around the farmers market on a hot weekend afternoon.

This summer was no different. Your stomach churned, rumbling in excitement as you neared the beach house. It was huge. Five bedrooms with enough bathrooms. Too many patios surrounding it. Turquoise colored pool with a small waterfall. The house was a blueish gray color with white accents. Calm and minimalistic, much unlike the other grand colorful houses on the street. It sat like a diamond around other stones in a non normal way. The most priceless of them all. Placed directly in front of the beach but not close enough to tourist spots so it was always quiet. It was always such an amazing way to spend the three months in between school. You looked forward to it every year.

But that wasn't all you looked forward to.

Your mom honked as you guys entered the driveway. A wide smile plastered on her face. Your mom seemed to love this place more than she loved you, even if she denied it when you asked. You knew the truth. Summers at the beach house were the only time she got to see her best friend, Camryn.

"Hey!" A voice squealed from the porch. You shuffled out of the car, legs aching after a long 5 hours. As you stretched you were met with Cam, arms spread jumping for joy. Practically knocking you over. They were best friends from high school. Going to college together and even sharing a dorm room. With how they acted every time they met, you were convinced they had separation anxiety. They didn't get to see each other throughout the year. Other than here of course. For they lived states apart, Dahlia's being a quiet beach town that was located in the middle.

Camryn engulfed you in a bear hug first, gushing about how pretty you are. Making you do a spin in your dress. Once she pulled away she did the same to your mom whose high pitched voice could be heard from the beach. As they talked about how ‘different’ each other looked. You watched as they walked inside hand in hand when your eyes met his.

Milo.

He radiantly smiled as he trotted over to you. The classic hands in pockets, ruffled hair, and expensive glasses. It was like he had a glow up every year whether it was him dressing better or maybe getting a bit taller.

"Hi" He cooed embracing you in a tight hug. The smell of his overpriced cologne filled your nose. It reminded you of sugary trees and cool waves. Much like the beach house. He was another reason you loved the beach house so much. Without him you were stuck with two middle aged ladies whose celebrity crush was Liam Neeson and only watched tv shows made by Shonda Rhimes. He was fun. He never made you feel left out or alone. He was everything any girl could wish for. Tall, smart, rich, and incredibly good eye candy.

"Hello, Milo." You smiled as he let you go.

He ran a hand threw his hair looking down at you. Eyes trailing down your body strangely. His expression was unrecognizable. Your face heated up turning your head to avoid his gaze. He touched the bottom of your dress. Yanking the fabric gently.

"This is a little short isn't it?" He questioned eyes meeting yours. Lips curled up in a sly smile. Rolling your eyes you scoffed slapping his hand away. He acted like a big brother sometimes. Especially with your clothes. Every summer complaining about how short your shorts were or how revealing your bathing suit was.

"Oh shut up you do this every-" The sight of someone else on the porch caught your eye. "Who's that?" You questioned raising an eyebrow.

Milo turned around and nodded in acknowledgement as the boy made his way down the stairs. Bleached blond hair slightly overgrown and wide smile on display as he made his way towards you two.

"Y/N this is Ross, Ross Y/N. He's staying the summer with us this year." Ross reached his hand out to you. Clad in silver rings that looked a bit out of your price range. Does Milo have any Middle Class friends? It was unusual. No one ever came to the beach house from back home. It was like a unsaid rule between everyone. Written in big red letters 'No Strangers'. The dads didn't even bother coming even though Milo's paid for it.

"Nice to meet you." He looked you up and down a tongue swiping over his lips. "Milo didn't tell me how pretty you are."

"Dude!" Milo exclaimed punching his shoulder rolling his eyes.

"Thank you." You beamed softening your voice. Milo scoffed walking towards the trunk slightly bumping into Ross. But he didn't seem to mind, hazel eyes still trained on you.

"So where are you fr-" Ross was cut off by a slightly pissed off Milo. "Are you guys serious? C'mon Ross help me with these bags." Ross walked away backwards eyes still focused on you with that addicting smile of his.

"See you inside?" He whispered loud enough for you to hear him.

You didn't respond. Only nodding as you strolled inside.

a/n: soooo what do you guys think? im still trying to figure out this tumblr writing stuff im so used to just reading ive never written and posted anything on here lololol. pls be patient with me! a few tips and tricks would be greatly appreciated!!

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cades-outsider · 12 days

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Stupid Z-band

Zed Necrodopolis X fem reader

Warnings: Smut, feral zed, breeding kink (basically), no condom, this is just filth and me living out my feral zed moment.

Summary: Zed keeps tampering with his z-band in order to win the football games so him and the rest of the zombies can be accepted into Seabrook. His z-band malfunctions unexpectedly after he wins yet another game, but this time, it isn't a frenzy for human brains, it's a frenzy for you.

Seabrook High School erupted in cheers as Zed, once again, won another football game. He had tampered with his z-band to do so, but he didn't think it was a big deal— even though his arm felt like it was going to burn off any moment. You were cheering proudly along the rest of the cheerleaders— for Zed.

Bucky shot you dirty looks, as a way to tell you not to cheer for zed— but as always, you dismissed them. Zed was your boyfriend after all... although, no one else in Seabrook High knew that. It was still too dangerous to out your relationship, since most humans still hadn't really came to terms with accepting Zombies.

You wanted to run up and kiss Zed, but ultimately knew that wasn't the best thing to do in front of all of Seabrook. As the minutes passed by and it became later, more people left the football field. The cheerleaders were the only people left on the field, putting your stuff in your duffle bag you watched as the rest of the cheer team eventually scattered off, leaving you alone.

Meanwhile, Zed was in the locker rooms. He threw his helmet on the bench as he panted, his face and jersey were covered in dirt and sweat, as well as his green hair, which was messily stuck to his forehead, his pale skin sticky and hot.

Zed wanted nothing more than to take off the clad football jersey, until his wrist started burning and his Z-band started beeping red, the bold words 'OFFLINE' flashed across the small screen of the band.

Zeds veins immediately darkened and trailed up his arms, all the way to his face. He grew paler, and the veins in his face grew darker. His fists clenched in an effort to control himself as he started to pant, though a light growl erupted from his zombie and he quickly realized this was more than a frenzy.

He felt hot and.... aroused...

Zeds 'game' pants felt unbelievably tight and restricted, he needed you. So, he rushed out of the locker rooms and went to the last place he saw you, the football field. Which, was completely empty now... not like his zombie cared in the moment, he would take you in front all of Seabrook in this state.

You were bent over slightly, zipping up your cheer bag when you heard feet to grass movement and a noise between a growl and a pant. You turned around and were immediately met with Zed, you smiled before you noticed the state he was in "Zed! I'm so proud- hey, are you okay?" You asked, your face twisting with worry and concern. Zed would've melted from how sweet you sounded, but right now he couldn't control this frenzy.

When you were in his reach, he grabbed you, yanking you with him to the middle of the football field. You let out a yelp in surprise "Zed, what are you doing?" You gasped, your voice was small and meek, and for some reason that turned on his zombie more. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything but let out a series of strained growls as his chest heaved up and down from panting; it was as if he was in heat and your eyes widened when you notice the strain in his pants.

One of his hands went to the back of your neck, wrapping his hands around your hair, in an attempt to expose your neck to him. When he realized that wasn't enough, he yanked your head back with the hand wrapped in your hair, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you squeak out a moan.

Zed hurried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing at every spot he could, smelling your sweat vanilla perfume which caused the veins in his hands and face to grow darker. He nipped at your neck, not enough to actually bite you, but enough to mark you. Your hands gripped onto his chest as a way to steady yourself, and your touch set him off, he growled as he threw you on the grass of the football field, not wasting a second before he climbed on top of you.

You weren't scared, you and Zed had done this many times but not when he was like this. He was feral and didn't give you a moment to breathe, but when he ripped your cheer top in half— exposing your bare chest, you finally remembered where you both were "wait, Zed what if we get-" You gasped, but were quickly cut off when he kissed and nipped at your boobs, forcing your thighs open with one hand and sitting him self in between them.

You were panting now, looking at your zombie boyfriend as your hands went to touch him, but again, his zombie growled as you touched him, bringing him back to the main thing he needed you for. Zed loved you, and he was always so sweet during sex, he was almost never rough, but you couldn't help how soaked you were from this whole situation.

Zed didn't even bother to take off your cheer skirt, he only ripped the center of it and your underwear in one clean tear, you gasped when you felt him lifting your skirt up so it bunched up on your hips, you were exposed to him and his face now rested in between your thighs. Everything happened so fast you barely had time to adjust to his mouth attaching to your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your hips jolted in surprise, you managed to rest on your elbows to look at him, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist so that his hands rested on your stomach, you looked at his arms and moaned at the sight of his dark purple veins throbbing. Your eyes moved up to his face and before you could get a good look at his face he forced you back down with one of his hands that rested on your stomach.

Zed ate you as if you were his last meal, his tongue circling your clit so effortlessly and his mouth slurping up your juices. The sounds were lewd and filthy, but it only seemed to turn his zombie on more. He ate you out as if it was for his pleasure, not staying long enough for you to cum. His zombie didn't know whether or not he wanted you like this or on all fours, and he growled impatiently as he finally decided to flip you. His zombie strength allowed him to flip you over with ease so that you were on all fours.

You whined softly at the quick movement and turned back to look at him, your eyes widened once you realized his pale cock was now exposed, it seemed as if he was even bigger now that he 'zombied out'. He wasn't just bigger or paler, but the veins in his cock had grew darker as well and you moaned softly at the sight, but were quickly cut off when his hands grasped your hips and he forced your ass closer to him.

Zed ran his cock back and forth between your folds, collecting your wetness just enough for him to slide into your pussy, but he didn't just go halfway in, he completely bottomed out and you let out a noise between a moan and a yelp as the tip of his cock reached the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

"Oh my god- Zed" You babbled out, head falling against the grass. He didn't allow you any time to adjust, but you were so soaked that the stretch didn't hurt. His zombie growled at your already fucked out tone, gripping your hips harshly as he set an unforgiving pace. The tip of his cock reached your sweet spot with every harsh thrust he gave you, you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't even care that you were in the middle of the football field.

Zed was unable to say anything, only grunts and growls came from his lips while he panted and fucked you harshly. He couldn't stop, with each thrust he grew more animalistic and feral. His zombie wouldn't stop until he had you cumming on his cock and until he was spilling into you. The thought of him finally filling you up made his nails dig harder into your hips and his pace speed up.

The side of your face was forced into the grass when he leaned over and pressed your head into it. Your mouth fell open as a series of moans fell past your lips. You cried out his name as he snapped his hips against yours, and you felt the coil in your lower stomach when the tip of his cock hit that place inside of you with each thrust. The hand that was on your head, which happened to be the one he had his z-band on, went to the side of you as he used his other hand to keep your hips in place.

One of your hands gripped onto the arm he placed beside you, clawing at his arm for dear life as he fucked your brains out. Zed growled but didn't remove his arm from you, instead he fucked you even harder as he felt his release near. The need to cum inside of your pussy overwhelmed him and his zombie wasn't going to give out until he filled you up. He was so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach, and that thought alone made you cum. You cried out as your cum splashed against his cock, making him thrust even easier than before.

Zed panted harder as his zombie kept him going, he wasn't tired by any means, but he needed to cum. So when you clenched around his cock from being so overstimulated he growled and finally spilled his cum deep inside you. You let out a gasp and your hand kept its hold on his hand that was on the ground next to your head, you whined as he didn't stop cumming. His hips had slowed and his cum dripped out of you while he was still inside of you. Your hand clawed at his z-band by accident, causing it to beep and turn green, the words 'ONLINE' finally popped up on the small screen.

Zeds veins slowly returned to normal, but he was extremely tired and his whole body ached. He was still panting, but once his vision cleared and he noticed how fucked out you looked, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy almost immediately and you whined. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry baby" he repeated constantly, despite the hurt his body felt from his zombie taking over for so long.

You let out a whine in response, not able to move and he quickly realized and lifted you up and into his lap after he put his pants back on. He covered your bare chest with the ripped cheer top and pulled your cheer skirt back down as his hand cleaned off your cheek and hair which was covered in grass. Despite how sore you already started to feel, you noticed the harsh color of red on his wrist, around his z-band. "Zed... that was amazing, but you've got to stop tampering with your z-band" You managed to say, your voice weak from all the moaning and crying out you did.

Zed cracked a small smile when you confirmed that you were okay and you enjoyed it and he sighed when you mentioned him tampering with the z-band "I know.... Just... I have to win one last game and then I'll stop" He reassured you, and you hated the fact that he had to hurt himself just to be accepted into Seabrook. You nodded softly, "promise?" You said softly, looking into his brown eyes and he gently kissed your lips "I promise..."

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pomegranateandblood · 3 months

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A little teaser for you guys ;) The fic is gonna be a little darker since Angst to Smut was requested, but I hope you enjoy this little taste 👅 :

Zed‘s plush lips were only centimeters from yours and it would be so good just to give in.

As you leaned in, he pulled away. Releasing you from the trap of his arms against the lockers he stepped back.

„I‘m not into playing games, sweetheart. Either you want a Zombie or you don’t. Now that you know how I feel I hope you can sort things out in that delicious brain of yours and tell me what you want.“ he said and walked away.

The comment didn’t go unnoticed as you thought of him laying on top of you, pinning you down so he could taste you.

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Midnight Resolution : a Zed Necrodopolis x reader drabble : final sequel to Awkward Question

18 and up, y’all.

You walked off the football field with Zed’s arm around your shoulders. You leaned on him, still half stunned by what had just happened. You could still feel the warm imprint of his lips on yours. Suddenly you felt Zed shake your shoulder and you looked up to see him grinning lopsidedly at you.

“Sorry, did you say something?” you asked, eyes widening a little.

The grin expanded.

“Yes. I asked if you want to come and hang out? Watch a movie, eat some popcorn, the works.”

You nodded and bounced a little on your toes, knocking against him.

“Yes, please. With chocolate sauce?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, fine, with chocolate sauce. No cauliflower brains?”

You shuddered and he laughed.

“Not for me.”

“Okay, pixie. I’ll save it for later.”

You rolled your eyes a little and stuck out your tongue. As you walked on, your gaze landed on his Z-Band adorning his wrist that hung down just past your shoulder. You reached up to touch it, running your fingertips lightly over the cool metal. As your fingers lingered, a warm buzz vibrated into them and Zed’s fingers flexed out for a second.

“Does it hurt?” you asked, concerned.

He shook his head.

“Nah. It just tickles, really.”

“Do you ever go full zombie anymore?”

Zed glanced at you, a wry smile on his face.

“Not since I started college. I don’t want to get kicked out.”

“They would do that? You deserve to be here just like everyone else.”

His smile warmed.

“Thanks, pixie. But I don’t want to compromise any other monster’s admittance.”

You nodded slowly.

“I understand.”

You arrived at your co-ed dormitory building and Zed shouldered open the door to allow you to pass inside under his arm. He didn’t even ask about the elevator, knowing from personal experience just how much they freaked you out. Instead, he pushed open the door to the stairwell and led the way up three flights to your floor. Your room was only a few away from Zed’s, but you reached his first and he let you in.

He was lucky; he didn’t have to share with a roommate, unlike you.

You sat down at his desk and spun around on the chair. Behind you on the bed, he pulled his laptop out of his bag and started it up to look through his movie collection.

“Me Before You?” Zed asked, glancing over at you.

You stopped spinning and he chuckled when he saw your eyes light up.

“Yes, please!”

He set the laptop on the duvet and stood up.

“I’ll sort the popcorn, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and crossed the room to look down at the starter screen of your favourite movie.

Five minutes later, Zed came back bearing the biggest bowl of popcorn drizzled in chocolate sauce that you had ever seen. You unlaced your shoes and sat down on the bed, waiting. Zed kicked off his already loosened Converse and passed you the popcorn before climbing behind you and stretching his legs out either side.

You leaned forward to press ‘play’ before leaning back, a few pieces of popcorn already in your mouth and humming contentedly. Zed reached around you for a handful of popcorn, his eyes flicking between the side of your face and the movie.

“Why do you like this movie so much? It’s so tragic.”

“But it’s beautiful on the way there.”

Zed thought about that and figured you were probably right. He could feel your heart beating as you leaned further into him, your back pressed against his chest.

When you sat up straight and pulled your sweater over your head to reveal a pink tank top and the straps of your bra, he thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest and across the room. Your bare skin brushed his t-shirt as you settled back, another handful of chocolate covered popcorn at the ready.

Watching a movie together was a fairly ordinary occurrence for the two of you, but what was not was the heat crackling between you. You were acutely aware that his thighs were caging your hips and any wriggle or shift would push you further back against him.

The movie progressed and the popcorn dwindled, and by the time it was all gone, the main characters were kissing onscreen and you felt like a firework ready to go off. You didn’t realise your hand had clamped down on Zed’s leg until he carefully pried your fingers away and met your gaze, eyebrows arched high.

“Are you okay?” he asked, dark eyes watchful.

“Mmhm” you mumbled, and leaned over the side of the bed to put the empty popcorn bowl on the floor.

You lost your balance and started to fall, but Zed grabbed your waist and hauled you up, so you landed sprawled on top of him, your nose nudging the bump of his collarbone. You moved around awkwardly until you were straddling him, suddenly nose to nose.

“Hi” Zed murmured, his breath falling onto your lips.

You swallowed and to your embarrassment, a quiet whimper slipped free. Zed’s eyes darkened and for the first time you had an inkling of what he might be like full zombie, his gaze almost predatory and his fingers clawing at your hips. It sent a hot shiver up your spine.

“Oh, boy, look at the time! It’s dark outside! Time for bed!” you announced, pink cheeked and almost stammering.

You made a poor attempt to escape, but Zed drew you back and slid you both farther down the bed until your heads rested on his pillow and your knees were hooked in front of his, his hips pressing against your tailbone. You held your breath and waited.

“At least stay here and sleep with me” he murmured against your ear, and you shivered again.

You were afraid of what might happen if you stayed in his arms and of what might happen if you didn’t. Zed touched his lips to the top of your head, leaving a light kiss.

“I promise I won’t bite.”

You sighed and snuggled backwards, smiling slightly at his quick intake of breath. Maybe he wasn’t sure if you were going to stay either.

You closed your eyes and resigned yourself easily to the feel of his bare arms wrapping yours and the sound of his breathing evening out, every inch of you pressed against him.

You blinked your eyes open in the dark room to the red numbered glare of Zed’s alarm clock reading 12:00AM. You yawned and stretched a little, only to freeze as you felt a taut, insistent push against your backside. The lean arms around you tightened their hold and you craned your neck round to get a glimpse of Zed’s face. He was sleepily watching you, his dark eyes barely visible.

“Is it morning yet?” he asked quietly.

“Nope” you mumbled, facing away again and going still in his arms.

You pressed your burning face into the pillow, suddenly aware of the pulse between your legs and the violet urge to do something about it.

“Feels like morning to me” Zed murmured, anxiously shifting his hips against you. “I’m sorry, pixie. Sorry...”

Hearing that, you wiggled around to face him, shyly hooking one leg behind his to draw him closer just when he started to move away. He stopped, pressed right up against you. You slipped one hand free and reached for him, carding your fingers through his hair and curving them around the shell of his ear.

“Why are you sorry?” you whispered.

“Because I can’t control this, and I don’t know if you really want -”

You surged forward to kiss him, efficiently shutting him up. He felt warm and sleepy under you, but he woke up fast, coming wildly alive at your touch. He struggled to free his hands and pressed his fingers hard against your hip, his other hand bracing the back of your head to keep you close. His shaky breaths mixed with your own, his lips beginning to tremble as he set them on yours, again and again.

“Are we crazy?” Zed panted, suddenly pulling back, his eyes like liquid pitch.

You reached for the flat collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back in, noses colliding, teeth dragging at his lower lip.

“Probably” you muttered, and rolled him so you were on top, your hips setting an unsteady rhythm of their own accord.

You had no idea what you were doing, but you knew it felt good, and if the sounds tumbling from Zed’s mouth were any indication, it felt pretty good for him, too. His pale tinged cheeks were flushed, his lips parted on your name, his whole body straining to meet yours.

You leaned forward, your lips meeting the sharp line of his jaw, and his hands flew to hold your hips, his thumbs sneaking under the hem of your tank top to stroke the hot flesh of your stomach. You made your way down from Zed’s jaw to the base of his throat, where his t-shirt stopped you from going any further. Immediately, you reached down and dragged it up his stomach until it caught under his arms. He hauled himself into a sitting position and removed it, blinking a little shyly at you.

“I knew you were good looking with your shirt on, but dang” you said, your gaze straying over his naked chest and stomach.

Zed felt his face warm and wondered if it showed. Almost unconsciously, his fingers toyed with the bottom of your tank and his eyebrows slowly rose as his dark eyes threatened to swallow you whole. You nodded down at his hands and raised your arms so he could pull it off over your head, leaving you in just your bra.

He stared at you for a moment and then all of a sudden, everything was coming off. He scrambled out of his pants, shedding them in a crumpled heap on the floor next to the bed, before he knelt in front of you and thumbed the button loose on your jeans, his heated gaze fixed on you the entire time. He dragged the zipper down and then you lifted your hips so he could slide them down your legs and off over your feet.

Your bra and underwear didn’t match, but he couldn’t have possibly cared less if he tried. Zed’s black boxer briefs clung to his strong thighs, and you clamped down on your bottom lip as you looked up at him, suddenly nervous in your vulnerability.

His hands landed heavily on your hips, fingertips strumming at the band of your underwear. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen from kissing you. Your blood buzzed just from looking at him and the throb inside your underwear grew steadily more insistent and difficult to ignore.

“Can I try something?” he asked you quietly, still absentmindedly tugging at your underwear. “I’ve heard some of the guys talking about it in the locker room, and I’m - I’m curious.”

You thought you might draw blood from your lip you were biting it so hard, but you nodded, wondering if it was what you heard other girls in your classes talking about in hushed whispers.

It was.

Zed shimmed your underwear off and dropped it on top of his clothing pile just as your back hit his mattress and your head thumped onto his pillow, your heart pounding. You trembled as his warm breath washed over your upper thighs and your legs fell open all by themselves, traitors that they were.

The first touch of his tongue was soft and tentative and had you clawing at the duvet, your back arching. Surprised, Zed clamped an arm over your stomach, holding you down like a vise, his mouth becoming more confident as you cried and mewled on his bed, chest heaving, something dangerous and unfamiliar heating you from the inside out.

And then he added a curious finger, the stars split open and an even bigger need roared to life inside you, an aching openness that yearned to be filled.

You snapped upright and grabbed his shoulders hard, surprising him with your strength as you dragged him up over you, both of you groaning when he brushed against your heat, your legs still as wide open as they could go. Zed stared into your eyes, pupils blown wide and his to match.

“What?” he panted. “Did I do something wrong?”

You shook your head and reached down to pluck impatiently at the firm waistband of his underwear. It snapped back against his skin and he glanced cautiously down at you.

“Pixie, are you sure?” he asked, his voice low, trying to disguise his own desire.

“Yes. I want you. Now. Please, I - I need you.”

Zed took no time shucking off his underwear and climbing back over you, your eyes closing slightly at the sweet, warm feel of his bare skin sliding against yours. A gentle nudge against your exposed core made your jaw go slack and then, inch by careful inch, he was completely inside you, absent of pain.

He huffed out a soft moan against your chest, his forehead tipped against your throat, his hair brushing underneath your chin.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes” you whispered, shocked by how okay you were.

“Does it hurt?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

He lifted his head to see your face, his eyes wide and amazed.

“Really? Not at all?”

You smiled shyly and shrugged against the pillow.

“Not at all” you repeated.

Zed started to slowly move his hips, testing. Your expression contorted slightly and he stopped instantly, panicked.

“Are you okay?” he demanded.

“Yes! Go! Stop stopping!”

You grasped the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he began moving again.

The world funnelled down to just the two of you, everything outside of Zed’s room fading to black and disappearing. You knew it was his first time, too; he was hot, hard and heavy, and he was not going to last long.

His hips slammed into yours at breakneck speed, only just beginning to stutter when his mouth opened, his eyes closed tight and he melted into you, his chest sticking to yours as he collapsed, boneless and spent.

You ran your fingers through his hair, smiling contentedly and stretching like a cat below him.

Not long after, you realised he had fallen asleep, snoring softly.

Later, when the rest of the campus had woken up, you ran into Eliza waiting for breakfast in the combined cafeteria. She wore a pained expression as you approached, hand in hand with Zed, wearing fresh clothes.

“Morning, Eliza” you greeted her, confused by the look on her face. “Are you all right?”

“Look. I told you to fix him, not f-”

Zed hastily covered her mouth with his hand, grinning bashfully at you. Apparently, you had not been quiet.

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definitelynoturmomsposts · 2 years

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Dating Zed Necrodopolis would include...

Hey guys this is my first post. I’m currently obsessed with zombies so here is what dating Zed Necrodopolis would include...

This man is so loyal to you and loves you no matter what happens. Like if you two get into an argument he’ll be the first to apologize and if you just ignore him, he’ll follow you around like a lost puppy.

His love language is acts of service. He doesn’t care what your love language is he’ll always help you out. If your having a bad day he’ll water all the plants in the house to help you out or he’ll do the dishes.

Nicknames: Love, princess, doll. He likes these ones because he loves to make you feel like a queen. Which you are his queen.

Forehead kisses are a must. Because of the height difference it’s easiest for him to just kiss your forehead. Of course he’ll still kiss you on the check and lips, but it just works for you both.

He’s really tall compared to you, unless your like 6′9″. Nothing else to be said except he’s f-ing tall.

When he wins football games he’ll run up to you and pick you up. After a game he’ll run up to you and pick you up to hug you.

You’re def a cheerleader, unless your not. I think you’ll be a cheerleader because like in every high school movie ever the cheerleader and captain of the football team always get together.

He’s good at doing hair and will always play with your hair. Since he has a little sister someone has to do her hair. He’s always plating you hair.

You and Eliza are besties. Zed loves when you get along with his friends and family. It’s honestly make him like you more. Eliza probably didn’t like you at first but when you and her started bonding over computers she started to see you as a close friend.

He teaches you how to speak zombie. Since he sometimes calls you nicknames in zombie you asked him to teach you. You also don’t know what Bonzo is saying sometimes so he helps you out and you out.

He also loves cuddling with you. You two are always cuddling and even your parents have walked in on you two cuddling.

Your parents love Zed. Your parents hate zombies but ever since Zed they’ve grown to love zombies especially Zed.

Zed isn’t Jealous. Zed isn’t the type to be Jealous but when the werewolves come you’ve just witnessed a side you’ve never seen before.

I might do a part 2

#zombies1 #zombies2 #zombies3 #zed necrodopolis #zed #necrodopolis #headcannons #zed x reader #zed necrodopolis x reader headcannons #zed necrodopolis x reader #z-o-m-b-i-e-s #z-o-m-b-i-e-s zed #z-o-m-b-i-e-s zed necrodopolis x reader

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zombieluvr101 · 2 years

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ACCIDENTALLY ON

PURPOSE

Fandom / Zombies

Paring / Zed Necrodopolis x Fem!Reader

Prompt / accidentally confessing feelings ; longing stares

Summary / a hot guy likes you fr‼️ DOESNT THAT SOUND GRAND?!

Word Count / 971

Gif by / @megedonnelly

Prompt / @luvfae

Seconds left on the clock. Which is counting down the last few seconds of the most important game of my life. This game determines if I have what it takes to play football at Mountain College.

“Alright team, we only have 25 seconds on the clock. Zed, if you make this, we win,” Coach says wearily as we are timed out.

Just hearing Coaches voice, I can tell he’s nervous. I mean, yeah I am too. This is my big game. If I don’t get into Mountain College I won’t be with Y/n.

Yeah, yeah, I know! Y/n isn’t even my girlfriend yet. But she’s so smart, and witty, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

Okay Zed! Focus.

“Alright Wynter, I need you too be open in the center field so Maximus can throw you the ball so you can try to make the touchdown,

but if that doesn’t work try and pass it to me,” I instruct.

We get into position, the whistle blows.

Our quarterback starts us off, “White 80, hut hut!”

Wynter catches the ball and makes her way over but get tackled in the process. But she was able to pass it to me. I turn to switch my Z-band.

Seven seconds left..

The ball brushes against my fingers. But I catch it.

Six seconds left…

I use all my speed to run to the end zone.

Five.

I duck and jump over the opposing teams players.

Four.. Three… Two….

One!

I land in the end zone on the very last second.

“And the Seabrooks Mighty Shrimp have done it again! They have won the last game of the season!”

The cheerleaders are doing their thang, while the crowd goes wild.

“Seabrook! Seabrook! Seabrook!!!”

My friends and family go out for celebratory frozen yogurt. Bonzo, Bree and I are sitting at a table together. And the Acy’s and the rest of the cheer squad are talking about whatever is amusing to them.

“Actually Bonzo.. I don’t have the answer to that,” Bree stated.

Just as I start my sentence, the door to the fro-yo spot jingles. And a pair of blue converse enter the establishment.

“Hey guys!” Y/n say with a cheerful tone.

“OrR!!” Bonzo greets. Meanwhile I can’t get a single word out of my mouth. She makes my brain mush.

“Congrats on your win Zed,” She says with a smile as she takes a seat next to me. All I can do is blink and stare.

“T- hank you,” I mumble in awe of her presence. Gosh I’m such an idiot. But overall she seem amused.

“Welp I’m gonna get my frozen yogurt..” Y/n says getting up from her seat.

“Oh here! Let me pay for it,” I suggest. I jumped out of my seat and grab her hand. Walking over to the register.

“You really don’t need to pay,” She reassures.

“No, no, no I got it Y/n,” I confirm.

Once we since sit back down, Bonzo and Bree have gone outside, leaving just us two to talk. And Y/n continues to eat her fro-yo. I find it funny that the most outgoing, and spirted person I know loves the most basic flavor there is. Vanilla.

I’ve had feelings for Y/n the moment I locked eyes with her on my very first day at Seabrook. I figured that she would be like everyone else and harass me for being me. But she was the opposite.

She treated me with such kindness. She would volunteer to help me with my work if it was something I haven’t learned at Zombie school.

Or if Eliza and Bonzo would pair up for a project and I didn’t have one, she would immediately sit next to me. Making her my partner for most of the projects we’ve done.

Snapping out of my daydream I look up at her again. But this time she has some vanilla yogurt on the right side of her mouth.

Out of instinct (and a very messy little sister) I go to wipe it off of her.

“Oh you have some—” I start.

The only thing is, she turned her head towards me a little more than expected. Making my thumb press against her lips.

Our eyes meet. I’m blown away. No air left. We don’t break apart. I keep my thumb on her lips, gently stroking it.

I can’t tell if I’m imagining it or not, but I see the same passion in her eyes. Just like when I’m looking in the mirror practicing what I’m going to say to her.

Moving my hand, I place my hand on her cheek.

“Thank you,” She says in a whisper. Not once looking away from my eyes.

“No prob,” I reply with a smile.

Gravity pulls us closer and closer.

“God she’s so beautiful—”

She laughs softly, “You think so?”

huh? OH.

“Did I say that out loud?”

She nods sweetly.

“Oh yeah, mhm yea— I 100% meant too. Like I kne- like I know that I did. I was just making sure that YOU— know that I did—” I stutter out, trying to keep my cool.

She interrupted, “Zed, I know what you mean, really.”

“It’s just that I really really like you. I have since freshman year. I don’t know why I haven’t told you. Well actually yes I do. You make me so nervous. Like everything you do makes me flustered,” I confess with speed.

I can tell my words are making her flustered. She looks down but I use two fingers to push her head back up.

“I — I like you too Zed,” She says in a shy tone.

My smile begins to get bigger, “Well you should let me take you out sometime.”

“I’d like that,”

Mind you, we were still holding hands.

end 🫶🏾

#zombies #disney #zed necrodopolis #Zed necrodopolis x reader #x reader #blurb #fem!reader #zombies 3 #love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy #shifting #aestethic #aestheitcs #spotify #Zed necrodopolis x black!reader

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exceptional-z · 7 days

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someone please send me requests. i really want to write but am unfortunately completely blank on inspiration right now :(((

(would anyone read if i started writing zed x reader fics….)

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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 2 years

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Zed Necrodopolis Masterlist

none yet!

#imagine #imagines #x reader #oneshot #disney #zombies #zombies 2 #zombies 3 #zombies x reader #zombies oneshot #zombies imagine #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis imagine #zed necrodopolis x reader #zed necrodopolis oneshot

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oceanblueeyesoul · 1 year

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Hi, Sarah! Can I ask for a ship with Stranger Things, Disney Descendants, Disney Zombie and Harry Potter?

My pronouns are she/her and I'm a straight asexual. I'm tall, curvy, I have short arms, pale skin, round shaped face with a small double chin, chubby cheeks, potato nose, mid-lenght straight black hair with undercut and bangs, hazelnut brown eyes, I wear glasses and my aesthetic is grunge. I'm stubborn, kinda bossy, idealist, greedy, a little selfish, touchy and brutally honest, but also intelligent, sensitive and empathic; I just can't show it the right way. I curse almost religiously, I can't deal with my emotions and I have oneirophobia (fear of nightmares) so I don't really sleep at night but also because I can take naps in the afternoon. I'm a singer almost at a professional level and I listen mostly to pop, pop rock, alternative and a bit of metal. I dislike persisting people, injustices, fireworks/firecrackers, balloons, snakes. I like writing songs and poems, cats, yankee candles, musicals, makeup, shopping, disney movies.

Thank you and take your time <333

Hi there, Alex! I really hope you like this a lot!

Stranger Things Matchup

Your Stranger Things soulmate is...

LUCAS SINCLAIR!

He would definitely be buying you some Yankee candles for you on your birthday or anniversary because he knows that you like Yankee candles a lot.

The two of you would definitely be watching Disney movies together and the two of you would be dancing and singing together when a song is coming along on the Disney movies together.

He loves to hear you sing because it is beautiful to hear on his eyes and plus, he loves to hear you sing so passionately and feeling things that you never had the freedom to in the first place.

Disney Descendants Matchup

Your Disney Descendants soulmate is...

HARRY HOOK!

He would definitely be letting you do his eyeliner properly because he loves it when you do his makeup for him because it makes you happy in the first place.

The two of you would definitely be listening to alternative music together because it is fun to dance and singing along to the songs to and plus it is much more fun when it comes to you.

He would definitely be buying a cat for you on your birthday or anniversary because he knows how much you love cats so much a lot and plus, it makes you happy a lot.

Disney Zombies Matchup

Your Disney Zombies soulmate is...

ZED NECRODOPOLIS!

He would definitely be protecting you over fireworks/firecrackers, snakes and balloons for you because he knows that you have a fear of them and he just wants to protect you a lot.

The two of you would be into musicals a lot because it is fun to dance and sing songs randomly in real life and plus, the two of you would be watching musical movies together for a date night in the house.

He sleeps with you at the nighttime so that he can comfort you during the nighttime if you have nightmares in the middle of the sleep.

Harry Potter Matchup

Your Harry Potter soulmate is...

HARRY POTTER!

The two of you would fight for injustices together and plus, the two of you are very powerful together when it comes to injustices a lot in the system in the wizarding world a lot.

He would definitely be keeping your poems in his bedroom desk to remind himself that you are always here with him at any stage of his muggle and wizarding life at any place and time.

The two of you would be taking a nap together in the afternoon because the two of you needs your sleep a lot and plus, the two of you are safe with each other a lot and you love each other very much.

#oceanblueeyesoul #matchups #stranger things #stranger things matchups #lucas sinclair #lucas sinclair x reader #disney descendants #disney descendants matchups #harry hook #harry hook x resder #disney zombies #disney zombies matchups #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #harry potter #harry potter matchups #harry potter x reader

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clarks-letterman · 14 days

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URGGGGGEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! | zed necrodopolis x male!reader

a/n — putting this as male reader because it's implied. not explicitly stated but I don't want to misadvertise the fic lol, gender neutral pronouns and body parts used. I don't really like the smut in this but the idea was funny to me… this fic will definitely be non-canon by the time Z4 releases!!

summary — Zed goes to Mountain College and gets a sex toy, his roommate comes to their shared dorm at a bad time.

words — 3k

warnings — smut! 18+ | implications of sex and actual sex occur, uses of the word "gooning", zed zombies out and they fuck so... feral!Zed, slight dubcon!! - first zombies fic so it may be ooc or just poorly written

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Fall was in full swing at Mountain College. Soon the tops of roofs would be snowcapped and walkways would be sprinkled with salt, but for now, everyone tried to enjoy the weather while it was still warm. Sloping sides brought the occasional gusts of wind that all of the early morning go-getters had to deal with. They had to learn the hard way to bundle up if they wanted to make it to class without becoming the next monster to roam the Earth—probably as a snow yeti or something similar. The lecture halls were grand to handle the kind of metamorphosis a lot of human and inhuman students would be going through over the course of their early adult years. The only place where people were forced to grow together were the dorm rooms—as a push for inclusivity at Mountain College left everyone in close quarters to someone—or something—they had no clue existed before college. It was another thing to learn about, to understand that the small circle of your hometown isn’t the only circle to exist. People have groups that come in all shapes and sizes, and not all of them are going to fit together nicely, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be an effort. But there was one unspoken rule that everyone had to learn, regardless of their major: don’t enter a room with a tie, sock, or anything hanging off the door handle. Not at parties, not in classrooms—if there was such a thing to happen, and especially not at your dorm.

When Zed arrived at Mountain College, he never expected anyone to be as pro-zombie as they were. His roommate was insanely warm and kind to him. No one really hid who they were here. They were at that stage where they left the conformities of high school and living with their parents to being so overwhelmed with freedom that they had no way to grasp everything they had. The freedom; the new flaws determined by society were still unclear. Zed was one of those people, being free from the shackles of Seabrook and Zombietown’s driving force in unity to being another student in a sea full of them. It wasn’t to the same extent that he had gone through, but the established scene of breaking free from your past to start something new is what really pushed him to start trying things. He wanted to be a part of the community and to do that, you have to understand the area first.

Zed started by doing most of his workouts around campus, then transitioning over to the city that was built around Mountain College. The short drive down to the city below could be completed in a timely manner during a daring jog down the road leading to the developed area. He never wore more than a tank top and shorts for his morning runs. The college was north of the city, so he only ever rarely went into the downtown area during his morning runs. He decided to go farther on his run today since he had an upcoming game and needed to burn off the endless brain-fest for dinner from the night before. So many calories, so little scores during his big game was how he viewed it.

Most of the shops still weren’t open, but there was one on this block that was still open. It turns out that the shop was not opening early in the morning, but in fact, closing after a very late night. The neon signs had yet to be turned off, and one reading ‘OPEN’ in big illuminated letters drew his attention. Next to it was a red triple-X sign.

The fleshlight was cobbled together with scraps and carefully welded parts to resemble the repurposed items of Zombietown. It reminded him of home, and the clerk told him that the toy was advanced, deceiving the average person by appearing to only be made of scraps and to have the basic, archaic function of just fucking it. Inside it was a hidden set of magnetic coils that both provided the correct amount of electromagnetic pulses through the zombie’s dick to prevent them from turning into the much more unpleasant version of themselves and it heightened the feeling of jerking off while the machine made contact with the skin from the inside.

He listened to what the clerk had to say about remembering to take off his Z-Band so it wouldn’t overstimulate him to the point of numbness, and that the side effects of it were mainly just slowed brain activity from “too much gooning.” As Zed would be quick to learn, it was called going cockdumb. There was the opposite, too, where his zombie side would forfeit all rational thought and quickly take whatever the closest thing to fuck is around to poundtown.

He learned quickly, though, and did as he said when he got back to his dorm. The order of instructions was simple: get yourself ready—get your dick hard, is how he interpreted it, take off the Z-Band, and use the fleshlight to calm all of his zombie urges. Before he started any of that, though, he placed one of his ties around the door handle facing the hallway. Then he got undressed, stripping down until the full-body mirror over his closet’s sliding door reflected his pale figure and vibrant green hair. He stood in the frame, checking out his recent gains for a second—still eternally lanky, but he was starting to fill out in the places that mattered.

His hands roamed over his body until he got down to his nether regions. Zed rubbed his dick until he was hard enough to stick his dick in the fleshlight, then watched in the mirror as he took off his Z-Band. The area around his eyes started to darken and dark veins started coursing all over his body. He took a few deep breaths before reaching for the fleshlight, each breath drawn in becoming more raspy as his insides changed in a way he couldn’t see. Carefully, holding on to it with an intentionally lighter grip so as to not overuse his own strength, he guided it over his cock and watched his tip disappear into the slit. He moaned, it was tight. He moaned again, it was vibrating. And then he looked back up at his reflection, the monstrous features were gone.

Zed never told you about his little reveries into sex and pleasure as the weeks went on. After that faithful day, he found that he came harder and started to crave the feeling of release more and more. The feeling was simply addictive to him: a mix of tingles from the electro-pulses and genuine pleasure from the stimulation. But with how frequently he did it, there was bound to be a day where mistiming or miscommunication would expose him in the act. Today was that day.

It was around two in the afternoon, the ground was covered in a thin layer of snow and Zed had stopped his morning runs in favor of a quick indoor exercise and then moved to jerking off while the sun rose—you were returning to your shared dorm with the zombie from a lecture, notably earlier than usual. It was a Gen-Ed for biology, something that Zed had learned when you approached him one night in the hopes of having him help you. If he remembered correctly, it was about zombies—a newly implemented unit in the curriculum, now finding its way into its own circle of life. New studies emerged about the carbon emission of their dead cells that Zed couldn’t help with, but he explained how he felt that he functioned and the way he and plants interacted. That was at the beginning of the semester and it was how he found out that your class ran until around two-thirty. Usually.

Zed was enjoying his time inside for a change. Having finished his classes for the day and feeling the testosterone of his morning workout preserved through it all, he decided the best thing to do during his alone time was to use his broken-in toy. Zed was confident enough to not hide his sex life—well, he was confident enough to act like he was having sex with someone else, not his sex toy or the fact that he edged himself until he literally couldn’t hold it in anymore. That part was thankfully undisclosed by everyone since they knew not to enter his dorm, but you entered without thinking. He was laid back on his bed, staring at the ceiling like the white ceiling was painted over with the limitless stream of thoughts flowing out of his head. His eyes were shut, soft moans slipped out and he barely shifted the fleshlight on his dick out of the fear of blowing his load too early.

His load threatening to come out dissipated quickly, though, when he heard the door handle click. Then the hydraulic mechanisms that would normally push the door shut started to whir as it opened. He reached for the blanket he slept under, letting the fleshlight hang off his dick so he could find something to cover himself up. He was mad at himself for slipping into the habit of playing with himself while naked, but it was so much easier to bunch his comforter up against the wall and lay in bed with easy access to all of his holes. In the seconds—which felt even shorter for him—he covered his lower half and just accepted that you would see his bare torso. With enough smooth talking, he could convince you that he had just woken up from a nap.

“Don’t be mad.” You said, coming in, hoping that he wasn’t with a naked girl or anything. You tried keeping your view of the inside of the room as limited as possible by turning your head just in case. “But I got out early ‘cause of the weather and I saw the sock…”

The only issue was that his fleshlight was forming a bump in his sheets, meaning that he couldn’t be laid down without it looking like he had a huge dick—or what would be the more reasonable explanation: he had a sex toy. Either way, it looked unnatural. So while you were still acclimating to the sight of him, purposefully looking away to give him time to cover up. You were still under the impression that someone else was in there, but you heard the clatter of something hit the floor, followed by a hasty curse under his breath.

You decided that you had given him long enough and finally looked into your shared dorm room. On the floor was a machine made out of old zombie parts that seemed to have broken into pieces, scattered around a pair of bare feet that padded around the carpet in panic. Your eyes trailed up to see Zed, naked and with a raging hard dick. Still freshly coated from the lube he pumped into his fleshlight, still wet enough to glisten in the sunlight pouring in the window behind him. And to say he was naked didn’t mean much, because he was truly naked—no Z-Band in sight on his body. His dick was red for only a second before the veins on it darkened along with the rest of his body.

Somehow, his dick looked to be bigger, more intimidating. The dark shade it turned caused it to look like anything but slimming. His chest started heaving and that drew you to his arms, bulging with thick black veins that trailed up his arms and increasingly curved arms. They started finding their way to his midsection until his hands reached his dick. Neither one touched his pulsing cock, but motioned around it as if he knew that the fleshlight was unusable. He started fucking the air like he knew the presence of it from his more conscious and tame state.

Incoherently, through a gust of grunts and growls, he started speaking. It sounded like the friendly words he used during your past exchanges but were blatantly needy and desperate. You couldn’t quite hear what he said, so you moved closer under the assumption that he still had some control. Some sense of sanity without his Z-Band on. But as soon as you were within his reach…

Zed grabbed you, pulling you closer to his naked form. You looked at the dark circles around his eyes before meeting his actual eyes. A few words slipped through—as if he could still recall the language he had used for years somewhere deep in his brain—slurring out a loose connection of words that sounded like: “You break it… I break you…”

Zed’s mind was everywhere yet nowhere at once. His feral side was feeling and processing all of the emotions from his “human” side. So many things in his head were whirring for the first time in a while, and nothing was shutting down to compensate for the rising new emotions of rapacity—the urge to have it all and take it all. His head was already running at one-hundred and ten percent so now he needed to claim things in the room. To make things his. His room; the little voice in the back of his head that he suppressed about being annoyed by the fact that he had to share a room with you was finally being heard. You’d walk out of this—or better yet, be carried—with a new perspective on ownership.

Sex with Zed was fast. The urges brought on by his true zombie nature allowed him to rip off the clothes you wore to attend class. They were in shreds, adding to scattered bits of his broken toy, some landing on the sharper parts of it so that you didn’t have to worry about stepping on something painful as he guided you to his bed. It was the closest one to him and the easiest to throw you down on since the sheets were all undone, unmade. He would make you a mess in the next few moments so it didn’t really matter to him.

But for the first time, Zed was faced with a challenge in his zombie brain. He had put you on his bed—the faint smells of sex and sweat emanating into your nose from how much he jerked off in his bed, typically covered by his comforter—but now he looked at you, laid on your back, head on his pillow, and he was faced with one of two choices: did he want to cum in your mouth or your ass? He wanted to do both, and he hit his head in frustration, grunting. The simple thoughts his undead brain was meant to handle couldn’t stomach this as easily as brains.

A feeling deep within him told him that your ass would bring him the greater amount of pleasure, so he hopped on the bed with you, kneeling. His increased strength allowed him to lift your legs easily and with an unmatched haste. Your hole was in clear sight, and he wasted no time in burying himself down into it and lapping away. It was another sensation he had, thanks to consuming a million videos of porn in his spare time. That, and he was still a zombie. Flesh was something that he wanted to taste during his feral frenzy. It was the only thing his tongue tasted: the saltiness of skin. He felt so good, and you wanted to bury your fingers in his vibrant green hair to push him deeper into you, but that seemed a little too risky in his current state. Besides, he didn’t stay down there long. His head reared up a few moments after going down on you, his clear intention to fuck you until he comes, not the other way around.

Thanks to already fucking his fleshlight, his dick was still coated in lube; still sheening with its slick surface reflecting the light. When he put his dick in, he didn’t feel any friction, and he wouldn’t have cared if he did. The friction didn’t bother him and if it didn’t bother him, then it shouldn’t bother you. It never became a problem, though.

Zed decided that the perfect position to keep you in was with your legs over each of his thin shoulders. He started thrusting, taking little to no time to go as fast as he could. He was desperate, uncaring if you needed time to adjust. But, like everything else about his zombie-heightened feelings, what it took to make him cum went up too—much higher than his regular edging point.

Zed was a quick learner. He found which spots made you feel the best—well, which ones made your face twist and your head turn into his pillow as he fucked you. That seemed to make him climb to the peak faster than anything else. Your ass was tight and soft, sure, but it was your reaction to how he dominated you with his big dick that really made him get going. He unleashed a flurry of moans that were deeper than the voice you got used to hearing.

Wet sounds and slapping filled the room until he came for the first time. You could feel your ass burning from the rough slapping and the way he kept up the skin-to-skin contact—breeding you until he was out of breath. Just like when he first transformed into the beastly version of himself.

Zed pulled his dick out and you could hear the wet gushing, as well as the feeling of your hole leaking with his cum. He must have been really pent-up because it was already ruining his sheets and still seeping out of the tip of his dick. You looked around for his Z-band, still gathering your surroundings and acclimating yourself to the point-of-view of his bed. It looked to be on his dresser and within arm’s reach, so you went to grab it. But Zed stopped you, guiding your hand to his dick that was still hard. This was going to be a long night…

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berriwritertingz · 2 months

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the summer i wrote masterlist

content: future smut, fluff, angst, basically all of it

pairing: milo manheim x afab!reader & ross lynch x afab!reader

notes: this is loosely based on the summer i turned pretty. i just watched the second season and lawwwd i wanted to make a ff soo bad. plus milo and ross have absolutely none anywhere.

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pomegranateandblood · 3 months

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Update Plan

Hey lovelies🍍,

I decided to post an update Plan so you‘ll know what to expect and when. I will post one fic per week.

Today I‘ll post the Wally fic where the reader finds his jacket.

05.02. – 11.02: Zed Necrodopolis x reader angst with smut

12.02. – 18.02.: Wally Clark x reader friends to lovers smut

19.02. – 25.02.: Ryan Baker x reader angst with smut

26.02. – 03.03.: Zed Necrodopolis x Zombie!reader

My requests are still open and I love to see some feedback 💕

#milo manheim #milo manheim fanfiction #wally clark #wally clark x reader #zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Awkward Question : a Zed Necrodopolis x reader blurb

A/N: To be VERY clear, Zed and reader are 18 and away at Mountain College in this. They do not room together, but have become close over the last six or seven months. He calls her “pixie” because she is short. It is meant to be endearing not offensive. I myself am 5′2. I have been called more creative names than this lol.

“How do zombies have sex?”

Over the other side of the room, Zed choked on his drink and struggled for air, his eyes widening as he stared across at you, tip of a pen between your teeth, chemistry book open on the desk in front of you. You blinked at him, suddenly blushing and uncertain.

Finally able to breathe again, he pointed incredulously at your study book.

“That’s not a question in your test, is it?” he demanded, astounded.

You shook your head, chewing ferociously on the pen.

“Just curious” you spoke around it, shrugging one shoulder. “So? How do?”

Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, Zed shrugged, grateful for once that the tinge to his skin prevented him from blushing obviously. You, on the other hand, were near scarlet, waiting for his answer.

“Just like everyone else, I guess” he muttered finally. “We’re not...anatomically different.”

Without conscious thought, you glanced down at his lap and then away hurriedly, mentally kicking yourself for your behaviour.

There was a scrape of chair wheels on wooden floor and a quiet shuffle of Converse.

“Why were you curious?”

The quiet voice right next to your head made you gasp and jump, your book crashing onto the floor in a rustle of paper and the pen falling out of your mouth when you saw Zed leaning over you, one arm along the back of your chair. He was suddenly so close you were breathing his air. Dark eyes like melted pools of chocolate stared into yours, unblinking.

You crossed one leg over the other and shook your head, trying to play it cool.

“Um, no reason in particular” you mumbled; just one frustrating inch and his lips would be touching yours.

His eyes narrowed a little and you cowed back, away from the mischievous expression he was now wearing. He held up his hands, wiggling his long fingers at you.

“Don’t make me tickle it out of you, pixie” he threatened; his nickname for you, because of your stature, never ceased to send a thrill through you.

“No, Zed, please don’t” you begged, eyeing his hands. “You know I hate being tickled.”

He cocked his head to one side.

“Then fess up” he said. “Tell me the truth.”

You shook your head again.

“I can’t!”

Desperation laced your voice, but he didn’t listen to it as he attacked you with the most dexterous fingers known to man or zombie. Fingertips strummed up and down your sides and across your stomach, tickled under your chin and around the back of your neck. You shrieked and fought, twisting violently to get away, until you fell out of your chair and landed on the hardwood, sprawled on top of your book.

You gasped for air as Zed continued his onslaught, determination in the set of his jaw and in his eyes.

“Tell me and I’ll stop!”

You bit your lip and arched away as he reached around to tickle the small of your back.

“Tell me! Come on, pixie! I wanna know! So bad!”

You kept your mouth shut until his hands slipped under the hem of your t-shirt and danced across the smooth warm flesh of your stomach. Then you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“I like you, okay?” you blurted out, red faced all over again. “I really like you, Zed!”

The tickling stopped and he took his hands away, shocked into silence. You stole the opportunity and scrambled to your feet, leaving your chem book and pen behind and sprinting out the open door, headed for your own dorm room and safety.

To be continued?

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