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BEWARE! This is a HUGE WARNING TO THOSE WHO DON'T LIKE CRAZY, AND WE ARE TALKIN' CRAZY, SHIT!

For this account is full of gorey, gnarly, sexually intensified, explicit, kinky, crazy, mature, can be very fucked up at times, smutty SHIT!

Shit that might make some of your guts feel a little...twisted.

There will RARELY be times fluff will be involved.

These smut-the-fuck-up fanfics are to be enjoyed. Not punished. DO NOT want to come on Tumblr to find the account suspended or something! WANNA FREE WRITE PLEASE! But also share with those who can appreciate a little hardcore. Tumblr seems to have liked-minds, so this felt like the place.

About the reader.

The reader will always go by [F/n],[L/n], Dr.[L/n], etc. You can insert any name you would like to. The fanfics are made to be as immersive as possible. Want you to feel like you are actually there in your mind. So, many physical attributes of the reader will be decided upon you.

However, the fanfics will always be [F/M]. Meaning, the reader will always be a biological woman with a biological male character. Does not matter how many men are in it. Love triangles, love hexagons, whatever. Reader will stay a biological woman and male characters will stay biological men.

The reader might be a pyshcopath or a murder spirit. Perhaps she is a pervert. In this account, the reader in these fanfics is not always gushy. She can be ruthless. Egotistical. Homicidal. Volatile. Sick and depraved in the head.

Not only can the reader be scary, but the characters of the fanfics can be as well. They can be written to be just as heartless and sexually sick as the reader, but they can also be submissive.

Remember, these fanfics are not to make your heart flutter. Well, only occasionally. It is mostly to get your heart pumping. Show you another side to fanfics that some of us are not afraid of reaching. A dark one.

If you do not like what you have read so far, please exit this page. Thank you.

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For those willing to stick your hand into dark side, it shall continue.

Fandoms

Fandoms can vary. Currently stuck on FULL Rick Grimes mode [from The Walking Dead] right now. So, most of what is written in the start of this account will either be about him or he will be a side character in the fanfic regardless.

There are a few fandoms that are dabbled in. For suggestions on fanfics to write, are all the fandoms that can be or evenually will be written about.

ZNation.

Fear The Walking Dead.

Breaking Bad.

Sons of Anarchy.

Altered Carbon.

The Almighty Johnsons.

Trailer Park Boys.

American Horror Story.

Warm Bodies.

Horns.

Her.

The Office.

More will be added. Do not care if it is movies or tvshows. Whatever has the hotties in it and that has been seen. Can not make a sincere fanfic about a show/movie never watched. However, video games are different. Will write about video game male characters from games like, Life is Strange, The Last of Us, Final Fantasy, etc.

However, please do not shy away from recommending tvshows/movies/videogames to write about. Willing and open to write about pretty much any male character.

The Hardcore Stuff

Will say right now that topics in these fanfics can be very graphic. Not being sensitive to your feelings nor any beings. If you are reading these fanfics, you have accepted these terms above and below this pinned post.

Please do not report this account, fanfics, artwork, post, etc. It is quite unfair to see all the hard work put into this account be in vein.

There are kinks, fetishes, shameful acts, etc, that can and could take place in a fanfic. Some kinks and fetishes will not be as extreme as others. There is a boundary. A limit. The list of kinks and fetishes will include..

BDSM (Gagging, Bondage, Dominance, Submission, Blindfolds, Choking, Humiliation)

Voyeurism

Cockold

Exhibitionist

Masochism

Sadism

Blood Play

Abrasion Play

Impact Play

Nylons

Smoking

Roleplay

Underwear

Wax Play

Spit Play

Consensual-None Consensual

Somes (Threesomes, Foursomes, etc)

So far, that is about it for the kinks and shit. There is no vomit play, pee play, scat play, or underage/minors. Keep those recommendations away!

This is not really part of the hardcore section, but drugs and alcohol will most definitely be present in these fanfics. Whether it be Marijuana or a shot from Jim Dean, it will be hinted in the fanfic one way or another.

Next, we have the gnarly crap. Blood, gore, abuse, and non-consensual are most commonly and/or heavily present in these fanfics. Adds more realism to the fanfic depending on what it is about.

The least present of the gnarly stuff is self-harming, ending ones life.

Conclusion

If you read this far, then you are done. Everything has been put on the table. Boundaries have been set, and no one who does not want to be here or read these fanfics, will not be apart. Just block and move on if the account really bothers you.

This account is only for those who truly want to step into the dark side. Let us delve in the fucked side of life together but now, you are the one in control. Most of the time. Enjoy your stay here. Hope you come by often.

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[drunkportuguese]

I can't believe I finally finished ZNation. It's been such a comfort show, adored the story, adored the characters, ai meu deus. I'm a very slow watcher, and I started this show back in February 2019! Covid wasn't even a thing, christ.

And to think it all started because I thirsted so bad for a George (Katy O'Brian) picture here on good ol' tumblr...

#znation #george znation #katy o'brian #i freaking loved this show

[dizzychickstar]

ZNation Warphy post finale mini fic, “Damned Apocalypse and All”

At some moment, Warren and Murphy should have been paired together again, maybe after Cooper and Warren have their quick exchange, by golly! Maybe enclosed in a room with their enemies looming ever closer and Murphy figures...Ah, well, no time like the present, and while Warren paces back and forth, taking inventory of potential weapons in the room, he walks right into her path, places his hands on her shoulders and says, “Warren, I’ve got something to tell you too.”

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“Murphy, this is not the time,” she whispered, rolling her dark eyes, and crossing her arms over her ample chest. A brown goddess in ripped jeans, she pocketed her gun and waited.

“Yeah, time shmime. You’ve got time for me tho, don’t cha, Warren, zombie messiah and someone you say you ‘love too?’” He paused. “If we make it out of here alive, with gods damned NewMerica somehow still intact, I can’t see you shacking up with some knockoff cowboy. Remember, he lied to you.” If Murphy wasn’t already tall and long and red all over, the anger dotting his words would damn well guarantee a red face in most red blooded humans, zees, and anything(one) in between.

Warren, tossing her long hair and snatching away from his grasp, said, “And locked your ass up. But whether I stay or whether I go isn’t really any of your concern now, is it? Or is it?” At this, she pointed her finger at his chest and looked up at him, that little grin on her pretty lips. “Is Thee Murphy jealous? I am confusion.”

“You’re not making this easy, are you? He ran his fingers through his fluffy dark hair, flustered. “What I’m trying to do here is...what I’m getting at is, I’m going to want you where I can find you. Where I don’t have to wander all over the zombie hood and dale just to...to say hello,” he finished lamely.

“So that’s what you want, huh? To come and say hello?” At each word, Warren stepped closer and closer, backing Murphy up until his narrow back hit the wall. She licked a finger tip slowly, really slowly and suddenly flicked the end of his nose. “Well, come and say hello, you Big Red Dummy.”

Murphy stared quietly at her first, but when she didn’t back away, he came to and bent down quickly, grabbing her tightly around the waist. “Are you sure, Roberta? Is this okay?”

“Just shut up. Before you make me change my mind.” And so he did, kissing and nibbling at her full lips and running his free hand over her face and hair before urgency deepened his kisses and tightened his grip. “Roberta, Roberta,” he mumbled into her neck, “you’re even better than I’d dreamed.”

Though their bodies experienced the physical bliss that all those who love do, what was happening below the surface was decidedly unnatural, but nonetheless beautiful. Damned apocalypse and all, is anyone’s guess. What Murphy was feeling, Warren was feeling, everytime their lips met. And what she was thinking, he was thinking too, so that loving him felt like loving herself and instantly they knew what the other wanted, unselfishly and uncompromisingly. Flashes of color and desire and hope blazed holographic kaleidoscopes across the walls of their minds, their contact igniting a mad sort of passion and empathic bond, both base and pure.

A low and steady heat bloomed in Warren’s body then and escaped through a little moan. Murphy swallowed it with a kiss. And that kiss, and the one after, and the one after that, were all his attempts to make up for any past and future missed chances to kiss his lieutenant.

As their hands contiued running up and down each other’s bodies, Warren shivered and bit down on Murphy’s lip. “Ow! What was that for?” He wiped away the little bead of blood she’d exposed, surprised she’d surprised him.

“Well,” she said, licking her lips, and pushing away from him a bit. “You don’t mind. You really don’t, do you? Maybe it’s a reflex.” Had her eyes always had that little bit of blue in them? “Besides, you taste a heck of a lot better than I’d ever dreamed you would.”

“Oh, it’s like that now, is it?” Murphy smiled his toothy grin and closed the distance between them in one long stride. “Warphy, forever, huh?”

“Sure,” she said, laughing and patted his chest, “It sure as apocalypse is. Now, back to the mission.”

#znation #ineedtogotobed #znation finale #warphy #warphyforever #warren x murphy #fanfic #hope this soothes someone else’s post finale warphy angst too

[foxywonderland]

Even if you hate Season 4, PLEASE tune in to watch Z Nation from 9-11 pm this Friday

I never thought I would miss the drama and dread of Season 3 where I felt like they were going to kill 10k off literally every episode. But, if anything I would say that’s what Season 4 lacked and possibly turned people away, even though this season felt truer to that first two than Season 3. Regardless, please don’t miss this Friday. It’s the back to back season finale, and Z Nation is in danger of ending here and now. We’ve got to show Syfy how much we love this ridiculous show. I refuse to let them replace it and these actors and their careers with another fucking Lavalantula or Ghost Shark movie. And if you’re truly no longer into the season, use that last bit to get you through the finale. Like I’ve said before, Nat already being on tv and being only a year older than me is very inspiring, as it is seeing all the young people they’ve added to the show like Gracie and Tara. Watching the show makes me feel like I’m personally supporting them, and as someone who is looking to dabble in a creative field that also doesn’t have high job security, I feel partially responsible for making sure they have jobs. So if you’re truly not into season 4 anymore, but care about the cast and crew and their livelihoods, for the love of mercy WATCH THE FINALE THIS FRIDAY!!!

#z nation #z nation season 4 #10k #nat zang #10k z nation #znation #finale #syfy

[thej0ry]

Have you consider ed writing a book or short story Fiction

Ya sorta, I wrote a novella length book thing for my friend’s birthday, and made it into a hardback for her ahaha, and I'm still working on that final chapter of the weed gf saga for fun. Honestly, working on the weed gf thing that is... *looks down*

this long - has me wondering if I like doing stuff longer than LONG tumblr posts LOL. I mean I like it, I'm enjoying it, there's some funny stuff in there... but god it's just so long. I guess the big part of the un-enjoyment is just me constantly questioning my ability to be doing something this long and have it paced well and be something that other people enjoy. I watch too many movies and shit so when I envision like segments I want to write in my head, it's all in a visual medium. I'm like ok that's how I would shoot it, how the fuck do I write/describe that. So I'm doing some homework by reading more ahah. this whole final chapter thing is just me diving into doing something with a lil more substance, and seeing how I like it, and where to go from there. I think writing scripts might be really fun. I have a faint baby idea of writing a movie script for the show ZNation (An awesomely horrible bad show that is awesome) that's like one of those movies that like a Netflix makes for an old cancelled show, but that's never never never going to happen for ZNation, so it falls to me... Long answer to short question

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 5!

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

I watch as Doc and Cassandra begin to shake the trailer, moaning sexually and trying not to laugh. I hold my fist to my mouth and cough out the laughs quietly as I sit on the counter behind the door. Doc looks at me as mouths quietly, " You wanna help?!"

I shake my head and laugh softly.

"You guys are doing great, real convincing."

We all hear music approaching and I signal for them to wrap it up. Doc nods and in a surprised voice, he fakes as they hide behind the frame in front of the bed, "Wait! No! No! Not the knife!"  

I smile and jump off the counter as I hear the door click open. Two men enter the cramped trailer and look ahead of me, puzzled. I grin and roll my eyes, tapping one of them lightly on the shoulder. He turns on instinct and within seconds my fist collides into his nose, the bone shifting to the side. The second man moves his gun to aim, only to have the barrel of it caught in my palm. I yank it roughly away from him and use the but of it to smash into his face. I chuckle slightly as they fall down in pain, the first one still conscious. I grip the riffle like a bat and swing it up, hitting him square in the jaw.

Doc and Cassandra peek over and come out from cover, "Damn girl!" Doc laughs, "You pack a punch!" I shrug and throw the rifle to the ground. Suddenly I am rammed into the wall by a heavy man, "You're not taking my sunshine away again!" he says enraged, choking me. The moment Cassandra throws herself at him is when I realize that it must be Tobias Campbell. Doc and I watch as she stuns him with his own Taser.  Before I can ask if she is alright we hear a commotion coming from outside of the trailer, prompting us to run out the door. We watch as Charlie rams through the gate, stopping as the Zs enter the camp. Quickly, we jump into the truck with the others, speeding away as everyone in Tobias's camp is overrun by the undead.

I glanced around and smile at 10k in the trunk, "It looks like I missed one hell of an entrance."

He grinned and looked at Cassandra, the way he did...

I don't know why my stomach turned.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

'Yeah I am, thanks for asking.' I answer in my mind.

I shift my sight somewhere else, unsure why I even had that much attitude in my mind or why I even cared if he was worried about me. A bitter whisper hushes me and tells me not to care about her answer. Doc squeezes my arm, "Those muscles of yours are the real heroes." he jokes. I fake a laugh and fold my arms, trying to push back my attitude.

I glance at 10k briefly only to see his eyes on Doc and Cassandra making my heart sink a little.

What the hell?

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The camp we set up next to the side of the road is sketchy, not a working lamppost for miles, the darkness of the forest giving off eerie sounds. Cassandra and I are assigned guard duty, but she is out of it more than usual as the others sleep. I wait a couple of minutes, wondering what I should say, I don't know all the details of what she went through, but enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, after a frog jumped into the road, scaring her out of her skin and turning it into roadkill I knew I had to say something.

Cassandra stares at the frog, the regret of killing it quickly eating her alive- uh probably bad turn of phrase. I sigh, offering a dry chuckle, "It was probably a zombie frog."

She smiles half-heartedly but doesn't say anything.

"I once bit off a guy's lip, I might have eaten a chunk, I can't remember since that fight is a blur. Well, they kind of all are." I start but trail off as I realize she was staring at me. "Not that I know what you went through, sorry, I was just trying to-." I pause, "I haven't exactly mastered the whole comforting thing."

It's silent.

Awkwardly silent.

Painfully silent.

At this point, I don't care if gunshots or a bomb breaks the silence.

"It shows," she whispers with a small smile.

Again with the silence.

"Uh," I sigh and turn to her, "Look I'm not good at talking, but if you ever need someone to listen. I understand what you're going through. Maybe not the whole eating flesh thing, but I know what it is like to run away from something you don't want to be."

I feel her staring at me as I look at my hands. "Did you want to be a boxer?"

I think for a moment after she asks that simple question.

To be honest I was never asked that by someone else. I didn't even know how to answer.

'Why don't you make yourself useful!'

His voice again, gone, but still staining every cell in my body. The feeling of getting beat to the ground by strangers, the smell of dirty blood money, the sound of bottles clanking like the bells before a fight. His large hand on my shoulder, grinning in approval- the only thing I earned from my near-death experiences.

The horrible fact that as early as the age of eleven I hated my father.

Finally, I look at her, "My father wanted me to."

She doesn't answer.

"But you know what?" she looks up again as I speak, "Now, you and I, can be anything we damn well please."

Honestly, I don't know if that helped, but I got a meaningful smile out of her so that was good enough for me. But to be sure I nudge her, "so do you count yourself as a vegetarian or vegan?"

She laughs to herself, trying not to wake the others as she playfully slaps my arm. The sound of her snickering is actually comforting. Although, now I'm the one who is struggling to smile.

God, I'm getting too close.

@anonmously-anonomous

#z nation #z nation fanfiction #10k znation #doc z nation #z nation fanfic #10k x reader #10k imagine #tommy 10k #pineapple juice original #fanfiction #box #boxer #cassandra #murphy

[iphoenixrising]

I love your writing so much. It brings me so much joy. I recently re-read your Omega!tony fanfic and I fell in love again. do you plan to continue? Maybe where you left of on part 3? I don’t want to pressure you to write, but your writing gives me life. College is huge pain in my ass and your writing just brings me back to life. BTW quick question, are you familiar with Detroit become human. Because it is amazing and I highly recommend.

Hi babe

I have not watched Detroit become Human, but I will try to check it out after Znation on Netflix lol.

Ah, you have always been so wonderfully supportive of the AOB stuff, and I appreciate you. I’ll be totally honest here when I say I have a Google Doc of like WIPs that I come back to once and a while, and crazily enough, the Marvel AOB thing is something I’d started at some point at least, so I have a bit of content. 

I’m going to throw down a cut and put what I’ve got down there so you can check it out if you want. I mean, it’s not too much, but better than nothing? Lol maybe I’ll throw down what I’ve got of the Sentinel / Guide thing next ;)

There may have been things. Like this one first, this one second, and this one third. They’re from a bit ago, so probably more angst than you’ll see here, but I do love writing about WinterIronShield so there’s that. But, I do have a bit of an accent kink when it comes to the Brooklyn Boys, like how Steve kind of slips into it when he’s trying to talk Bucky down or soothe Tony’s anxieties. I just ah, well, yeahhhh.

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Tony is writhing under that mouth, back arching helplessly. His inner Omega, now that he knows Jim and Steve wanted him before the truth ever came out, is right on board the care for the Alpha you’re been smitten with train. 

Because it’s safe. It’s safe to finally, finally give in.

And Tony Stark never does anything half-way.

He faintly hears Steve make a choked noise when he wraps his legs around Jim’s waist and wiggles his wrists in the unforgiving metal hand pinning them to the bed.

He moans in Jim’s mouth and pushes back a little.

“A-Alpha,” is something he never thought he’d hear himself say again, not after everything, not after Obie pulled him out of Ty’s grip the first time (and again the second).  But when Jim’s eyes dilate, when he purrs low, chest vibrating against Tony’s, the engineer feels the long trapped Omega deep in his belly start to unwind, the instincts take on a more powerful grip. 

It’s easier to leans up gingerly to nose and nuzzle, fingers straining to rub at the metal wrist, knowing where the pressure sensors are, where Jim can feel it.

“So pretty,” and those winter grey eyes focus on his red mouth, “gonna take care a’ ya, sweet little ‘Mega.”

Tony tightens his thighs, hitches his hips so he rubs against Jim’s big Alpha cock, “I want– Alpha, I want–”

But he gasps when James Barnes meets his thrusts, helps work them both up to panting. 

“Tell Alpha, Baby. Whadda ya need?”

And Tony’s eyes slide over to Steve, the other Alpha biting his bottom lip while he watches them together, takes in their scents, the sweetness of Tony now that the scent blockers are gone, Bucky’s musk even thicker with arousal. 

They smell like heaven.

(They smell like his.)

“Steve, let me...Fuck yes, like that…” his hips twitch and jerk, “let me...let me–”

The Captain has to breathe through his mouth, try to keep them all somewhat sane here, make sure it isn’t just instincts and pheromones, needs to make sure Tony won’t regret this later, won’t run later–

(and God, Steve can just image if he lets them service him during his Heat, has to bite down on his lip hard enough to hurt, to clench his fists to keep from reaching out just by thinking of Tony wet and open for them, moaning and screaming for them, coming on their knots over and over until he can’t even move and has to let them take care of him…)

“Anything you want, Tony,” Steve tries to make it gentle, but his tone has already dropped, has the edges of a growl, “tell Bucky what you need.”

The metal hand unlocks, freeing Tony’s wrist, and the mechanic can grip the Alpha’s forearms with trembling hands since he’s already shaky with the surge of arousal, of adrenaline, of instincts long, long denied.

“Don’t–don’t bite me, don’t mate me, but I...I–”

The bitter edge to his scent, the fear of being mated against his will is enough for Jim to unceremoniously flop down on him, pin him, and nuzzle against his throat, to lick over his pulse without teeth. The nail in Tony’s coffin is when Jim moves just enough to nuzzle against his jaw and lick.

It’s a submissive move, Jim trying to ease his fear, trying to show him they won’t hurt him, won’t do something so heinous as to try and mark an unwilling Omega.

“Shhh, shhh. None a’ that. Ain’t gonna do that ta ya, Tones. Never gonna do that.”

It might be this, the way Jim’s scent gets calmer, muskier, deeper, that makes Tony’s body start warming up, getting slick, opening up to be taken, riding the instincts he’s been suppressing for so long. And he revels in it a little, shifting his hips while he stares up at Jim’s face looming over him, those winter grey eyes serious and sincere, just like when he’s settled in a perch, at peace every time he fires a weapon in the name of the Avengers.

It’s the same look when Tony’s been hurt and tries to hide away in the lab, the look when Wanda’s eyes are glazed over with old pain, and Clint gets too twitchy, too quiet. It’s the look when Steve shivers even in summer or Bruce has to back away a step, an automatic hand out to stop anyone from coming closer.

It’s not Rut or Alpha. It’s all Mother-Hen James Barnes.

And when he sees it, Tony wants too badly to trust, wants too badly to have this with an Alpha he cares about (or more, but this isn’t the time or place for all of that), an Alpha he’s wanted and denied himself over and over.

The residual fear from earlier, the panic at his long-kept secret coming out fades a little when the proof is right here on top of him, more evidence next to him sneaking a hand over the blankets to weave their fingers together.

“We won’t let that happen, Tony. I swear,” and Steve’s eyes are just as serious, squeezing Tony’s hand gently. “You don’t have to do this. It’s okay if you don’t want this, you understand that right?”

Jim leans up a little to nuzzle their faces together, “s’ good ta us, Doll. Ain’t gonna hurt ‘cha. Ain’t gonna do nothin’ ya don’t want.”

“Are you going to let me up if I panic, James? Would you let me walk out of this room right now?” It’s a terrifying thing to ask, something Tiberius would have punished him for, would have fastened his wrists and ankles with restraints, would have kept him tied to the bed for days just to make a fucking point.

Gently, Bucky Barnes rises up slowly, shaggy hair in front of his eyes, making him look like a predator backing off the hunt. He doesn’t move any further back, doesn’t get up from between Tony’s thighs, doesn’t even look away from the bare span of chest, or the curve of Tony’s cock pressing against his zipper, making both Alphas’ mouths water.

“That’s...unexpected. Nice,” the engineer babbles a little to soothe himself, “good to know that’s a possibility. But it’s not what I want–”

“Plain English for us, sweetheart,” Steve slide only close enough to press Tony’s wrist to his mouth, to roll his blue eyes up, half-mast with pupils blown, to watch the Omega while he does it.

And oh, endearing pet names? 

That’s cheating.

“I haven’t had an Alpha in...years,” he rolls his eyes from one Alpha to the other, “I’m never going to talk about it, but it didn’t–there’s a reason I’ve kept it hidden. You get what I’m saying?” His hands automatically tighten down on Jim’s forearm and Steve’s hand.

“Tony,” is the rumble against his throat, gentle kisses along the tendon, the memory of their engineer’s terrified stance in the workshop.

Steve responds by standing, leaning over with his heart in his eyes, mind working at the implications, that he’d been right. Some Alpha hurt him, did awful things to make Tony this terrified for the world to know his orientation, to just let people assume he was an Alpha or a Beta. And in the years they’d been teammates and friends, all the years he’s had Iron Man at his back and Tony at Movie Nights or sparring practice, post-mission meals and impromptu picnics on the roof. So he knows, one of the few things Tony Stark respects more than smooth words and sentiments– 

–is action. 

He makes it clearer with the press of his mouth gently against Tony’s, gentle licks to entice him to open up, to let himself be had.

“You don’t have to hide from us anymore,” between submissive kisses.

“Gonna let us take care a’ ya instead, ain’t cha? Gonna let us be good Alphas ta ya?” And Jim leans up to watch Stevie at Tony’s mouth, the sight, the scent, bringing all his Rut symptoms closer to the surface, makes it so fucking hard to fight. 

He’d had to suppress everything as The Asset, had been trained to ignore those desperate wants, had been put on suppressants to control his cycle for as long as he’d been under their control. 

With the freedom to let it out, to be with his Alpha partner, to be completely open and possessive, marking what’s his.

After this, Tony Stark is going to be another thing his to add to the list. Another one he’s going to protect with his life, one his Alpha would scent mark obsessively, one his inner Winter Soldier would seek out first whenever there was trouble. 

Tony turns enough to be able to talk, giving more of his throat for both Alphas. “Yes,” he pants out, even though this is a terrible idea. “I want it, want you. Both of you if I can have it.”

He closes his eyes, feels Steve nibble at his jaw, under his ear, while Jim is moving along his collarbone. 

“Keep talkin’,” is lower, deeper from Steve, a hint of the Brooklyn Boy breaking lose. “How d’ya want us, Tony? Like this?” And a mouth slides lower, latches on to the tight nub on his chest, hot mouth sealing to suck.

“Maybe like this,” and Jim pulls off long enough to talk, to slide a hand in, fist the Omega’s cock at the base again while the metal one grips the back of a thigh, ruts against it with a groan.

And now it’s Steve’s scent getting heady, getting muskier, invading his senses, calling to the Omega in him, making him weave his fingers through the Alpha’s hair and hold him in place so he can arch into the sweet, sweet torture while his hips work against Jim’s hand.

“A-all of it. I want all of it,” is broken with a whine when his jeans and boxers are finally shoved down his legs, tossed carelessly away.

Both Alphas pull off him, pull away to sit back and look their fill.

It makes him squirm under their intense gazes, makes him turn away, his face getting warm.

“Sssh, sssh,” Steve come close enough to palm his face and turn him back, to make him look at them looking at him, “that’s it. We need to see you, Tony. We need to make sure you want this, so no looking away.”

“Be good fer us, Doll,” Jim moans, panting, running his hand up, up, up until he can feel the wetness, can open his palm to cup Tony’s balls, slide his other hand up to the base of their Omega’s cock, give him a few easy tugs. “That’s right, getting nice n’ wet. Betcha gonna be so tight f’ me, betcha I can make ya keen.”

“Yes, fuck, please,” Tony pants, trying so hard to be still when they’re still touching him, looking at him with heat and fondness. “I...I’ll be good.”

Steve leans in to nuzzle at his nose, being tender about it when his chest starts rumbling, a gentle purr while he makes his way to the engineer’s mouth. “If something isn’t right, what’s your safe word, Sweetheart?”

“I–” but his hips jerk uncontrollably when the first touch to his opening is so much and still moremoremore. He shudders, just tries to breathe out.

“Easy, Buck. This first,” and the smaller Alpha growls a little and shifts down to bury his mouth against Tony’s thighs instead.

“That’s it. Come back, Tony,” more nuzzles that feel nice and safe, slick tongue sliding over his femoral, kiss of teeth still making him breathless.

Jim keeps two fingers moving through his slick, teasing him with every pass over his opening despite the Captain’s orders.

“Color system,” helplessly, he pushes his hips into the touch, trying to get what’s just a promise with fingertips barely breaching him.

Steve gives him a dazzling smile, rewards him for being somewhat lucid with a thumb swirling over his nipple, teasing it into a peak.

“Red, Yellow, Green, Doll?” But Bucky doesn’t look away from the sight. Their pretty Omega laying out with Steve blanketing him, keeping him calm so Bucky can work him nice n’ dirty. He gets to move up and mouth at the Omega’s broad curve, running his tongue up the vein until he’s sucking at the head, teasing the slit to get a taste.

“Buck!” Steve reprimands half-heartedly when Tony cries out against his throat arching up into Steve’s hand.

“Yesyesyes fine, red, yellow, green, got it!” Tony manages to grit out between his teeth when warm and wet slides over him, and it’s a struggle whether to bury himself in Jim’s mouth or push back against those fingers, to get something deeper, closer to where he’s starting to need it.

His scent gets stronger, his arousal adding another layer of spicy sweet. Steve shamelessly buries his face in the side of Tony’s throat and breathes deep, a groan making his chest rumble. 

“Come on already,” he pants, “isn’t there an Alpha in Rut somewhere around here?”

“Shh, Tony. It’s okay. Your pheromones are keeping him under control until we get you ready,” the blond licks over his throbbing pulse, shamelessly groaning when he gets to scent-mark their engineer. 

“Are you kidding me? I’m ready, like yesterday kind of ready–”

Steve catches his mouth a second after a bite to his thigh in admonishment makes him jump.

“If you want Bucky’s cock, then you’re going to have to wait until he preps you,” is that Captain America giving an order kind of tone.

“This is such bullshit,” he whines, helplessly pinned by two beautiful Alphas. 

“Don’t worry, Doll. We’re gonna take good care a’ ya.”

The next roll of his hips and the fingers catch on his rim, burying themselves deep. The noise is obscene, but Steve won’t let him turn away, licks at his mouth until he opens up.

His noises are muffled, his fists clenching when the slow slide starts, Jim trying to be easy with him, gentle. 

Which is absolutely not what he needs, not after so long, not with how good they smell, how heady their combined musk is making him, how much he suddenly needs to take care of Jim’s Rut, help him sate the biological imperative.  

He doesn’t realize Steve’s trying to worm his fingers between Tony’s still clenched in the bedding, just squeezes when longer fingers interlace. It’s as much holding him still as comforting him while he groans around Steve’s tongue at the quickening thrusts.

The low growl becomes a rolling purr, is James Buchannon Barnes sinking deeper into his inner Alpha, the instincts he doesn’t have to suppress, and that could be why he isn’t a raging animal right now – almost seventy years without a Rut notwithstanding. 

By all rights, if he was a normal Alpha hitting Rut, he should be throwing Steve right the hell off his Omega and fucking into the engineer immediately to sate the growing need.

If he hadn’t been tortured out of his Alpha instincts by Hydra, if he hadn’t been on and off deep freeze, if it wasn’t Tony under him, he might have gone into a Rage and fucked the Omega until he screamed for it.

He adds another finger, mouth watering at the scent of Tony’s slick, the wet squelch telling him the Omega wanted this, wanted him, wanted them.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” said against Steve’s mouth when the thrust of fingers gets faster, harder, and he arches his back up into them. 

“So good for us, Tony,” Steve noses his face to the side to lick over his pulse again, set his teeth in the meat of their mechanic’s shoulder. “Just a little more. How’s he doing, Buck?”

“Fucking beautiful, Stevie,” and Jim licks his lips, eyes all for the show, “he’s so ready, so wet. Gonna work ‘im a lil’ more, get ‘im crying for it.”

Steve looks over his shoulder and grins shamelessly at the expression on Bucky’s face, the one that’s completely focused on what he’s doing.

That’s when Tony gets with the program because he’s just about done being tortured. All it takes is for a hand to wiggle in front of Steve’s crotch and palm him through his pants, give a few squeezing strokes. It makes Steve rear up, gasping in pleasure as Tony planned, so he can move his other hand to Jim and pull those fingers out of his wet ass.  It’s more instinct that guides him to rise to his knees and face the Alphas head on.

“Let me service you through your Rut, Alpha,” is all Jim needs to hear from the beautiful Omega, naked on his knees, smelling like ready, willing, and waiting. He’s flushed with pleasure, with their marks on his skin, and he’s–

–presenting.

It’s something so terribly traditional as Tony turns around and lowers his chest to the bed, spreading his knees to offer himself.

Jim’s mouth falls open in soft awe, and Steve makes a noise that sounds painful.

But Tony turns his face to the side, looking back, mouth open and kiss-swollen, pink down to his chest, and his hands move up the back of his thighs until he spreads himself, giving them the show of a lifetime.

“Alpha...take me.” 

Is really James Buchannon Barnes’ undoing.

**

“S-Stevie,” is a low growl, the Alpha in him hitting some hard limits. “He yelps, ya pull me back, no matter what.”

Breathing in through his mouth, Steve moves off the bed with one last shuffle of fingers through Tony’s sweaty hair, “don’t worry, Buck, I won’t let cha hurt ‘im. You hear that, sweetheart? You’re gonna check in, okay?”

“Mmm,” Tony braces his elbows and lowers his back on instinct, feeling the muscles stretch, “green. Green, Alpha.”

#winter answers #with wip #AOB #tagged for anon #tony stark #Steve Rogers #bucky barnes #winterironshield #omega!tony #alpha!buck #alpha!steve #not finished #my fic #my writing

[thewolfswriting]

Hey gorgeous probs gunna get on your nerves with all the znation shit I'm gunna be requesting, but can you do an awkward/fluffy 10k and readers first time pretty please cos you're so good at everything you write and I'm living for your tumblr 🧡🧡

No worries doll, request all you want😊

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"We'll stay here for the night" Warren said, looking around the abandoned house. "Pick a room and stay there."

"Finally, a room to ourselves." Tommy says as he leads you in one of the upstairs bedroom. Butterflies grew in the pit of your belly at the thought of having a room to yourselves. You haven't really done anything sexual, just kissing here and there but that was it. But that was about to change.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he placed his hands at your waist, bringing you to the bed. As he crawls over top of you he brings you in for a kiss, starting slow at first but grows passionate. His hands moved from your waist and to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head and removing your bra before doing the same with his shirt. You capture his lips for another kiss and deepened it by sliding your tongue past his lips while your hands slide down his torso. A sigh came from your mouth as his lips moved from your mouth and to your neck.

You can already feel the hardness of his cock through his pants as he sat on his knees, letting you undo the buckle and zipper. As he slid his pants down his legs you took in the sight of him, an awkward shade of red forming on your face as well as his. Finally you got the courage to remove your shorts and panties.

"You're beautiful." He said with a hint of lust in his voice.

You hid your face in your hands, a now deeper shade of red formed on your face. You could already feel the heat collecting between your legs when he kissed you again before lining himself up at your core.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, please." You reassured him, spreading your legs further.

He pushed forward slowly, feeling your walls clamp around him instantly as he stilled to give you time to adjust. You took a deep breath, rolling your hips against his a little bit "Tommy, please."

A moan escaped his throat as he began thrusting slowly, enjoying how your walls gripped his cock. You whimpered, the pain soon shifting to pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him in closer "F-aster, please."

With his face in your neck as he increased his speed. The whimpers and grunts that filled the air signaled your orgasms

"I'm so close baby." He muttered in your neck.

"M-me too." You said, raking your nails down his back.

Your walls flutter around him once more as you let go around him. Tommy stilled his thrusts as he followed suite, grunting and groaning against your neck. As he lays on his back he pulls you over top of him to lay on his chest "I didn't hurt you did I?"

You looked at him with a smile "No, you did amazing."

#10k z nation smut #10k imagine #10k x reader #10k z nation #tommy 10k

[fyrapartnersearch]

July 2030

It was like snow in the middle of the summer...

                                                                            The way the ash fell from the sky, fat flakes accumulating on cars and houses. The whole world had stopped and turned to the sky in utter awe. Lights shining bright through the flurries, encouraged even more wonder and worry as a great panic began. Governments and their militarys struggling to find reason as they tried to keep citizens of the world calm and under control.

                             Was this aliens? Was this a terrorist attack? Was this the second coming?

            When the ash finally stopped falling, people began cleaning up the landscape of thick ash that now covered the streets. Feeling comfortable enough to go outside, people were seen shoveling their driveways and helping neighbors. The stillness that followed really felt like the worst was over.

Then the attacks began...

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Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe  you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like. 

Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!

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[blackash-hq]

July 2030

It was like snow in the middle of the summer...

                                                                            The way the ash fell from the sky, fat flakes accumulating on cars and houses. The whole world had stopped and turned to the sky in utter awe. Lights shining bright through the flurries, encouraged even more wonder and worry as a great panic began. Governments and their militarys struggling to find reason as they tried to keep citizens of the world calm and under control.

                             Was this aliens? Was this a terrorist attack? Was this the second coming?

            When the ash finally stopped falling, people began cleaning up the landscape of thick ash that now covered the streets. Feeling comfortable enough to go outside, people were seen shoveling their driveways and helping neighbors. The stillness that followed really felt like the worst was over.

Then the attacks began...

Black Ash is an up and coming fandom/oc cross over roleplay group. We’re a diverse and accepting roleplay group looking for writers who share our love for the zombie universe (or maybe  you even just want to test the waters.) Currently, we are accepting characters that are original creations or canon in The Walking Dead, Fear the Walking Dead, Black Summer, and znation, and anything of the like.

Send us a message or just come take a look around. We have a plot drop coming up soon!

#roleplay #rp #rpg #zombie rp #zombie roleplay #zombie apocalypse #apocalypse roleplay #mature roleplay #twd #twd rp #black summer #znation #ftwd #oc roleplay #oc rp ad #original character

[screaming--agony]

Dear Diary,

I didn’t want to jinx my luck with this MRI that I’ve waited tirelessly for two months by saying anything. I finally had it today! And I had the scariest moment and I wish I never watched zombie movies or shows. One of the scans had this fire alarm buzzer and being locked in a head chamber stuffed into a tube, I was legit just waiting for a herd of zombies to bust into the room and eat me alive. Otherwise, it all went good now I just wait for the results. Ironically enough, I came home and put on ZNation because when I was stuffed in the tube, I just wanted Doc to come in with 10k and beast mode hammers to bust me out. Now I need my fix of the ZNation gang of badasses.

#dear diary #migraines #mri #i waited too long #claustrophobia #zombie apocalypse #z nation #tv show #brainwashed #im fucked up #znation #i really hope something works out #im so tired of being sick #sarcasm is a perfect mask #heart vs mind #create a fantasy to overcome a phobia #i have lost my mind

[sp-lineup]

Lego brick build Nissan 350z🏁 __ I'm still working on the CYBERTRUCK so until its final release I thought to share something for all the Z lovers! INSTRUCTIONS link in bio. __ Message me for custom kit commissions and order information 📩 __ #lego #car #moc #nissan #350z #sp_lineup #nissan350z #vqfamily #vq #nissanz #zociety #znation #fairladyz #fairlady #drifting #race #legostagram #Zfamily #formulad #tuner #formuladrift #limitededition #JDM #japanese #custommade #oneofakind #instacar #photooftheday #instructionsqq https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Yw9dhHLXB/?igshid=b0sbsr1k9l0m

#lego #car #moc #nissan #350z #sp_lineup #nissan350z #vqfamily #vq #nissanz #zociety #znation #fairladyz #fairlady #drifting #race #legostagram #zfamily #formulad #tuner #formuladrift #limitededition #jdm #japanese #custommade #oneofakind #instacar #photooftheday #instructionsqq

[shanny947]

Netflix Black Summer

So I just finished watching this show because I’m a huge zombie nerd, and also really loved ZNation. I wanted to kind of dump my thoughts about it somewhere, so, here is this post! I’m going to go into a bit more below the cut, but my general thought on the show was that it was pretty good.

It failed in some aspects and succeed in others, but overall was good for a zombie show. In my opinion, it isn’t the most suspenseful in the genre or anything groundbreaking, but it has it’s smart moments.

Basically, if your all out of zombie content and need some more, this show is perfect for that. If you expect ZNation level antics or Walking Dead level suspense and drama out of this show, you won’t be totally satisfied with this show.

Also don’t take any of this as me bashing the show at all! The show is a good watch, I just wanted to talk on my thoughts about it after watching it!

***SOFT SPOILERS BELOW THIS CUT***

Black Summer was great in the aspect that it was new zombie content. I feel like I can never get enough of good zombie shit, and this at least fits that bill.

It succeeds in its setup of stakes. Characters sometimes die fast, but their deaths never feel cheap. The writers do an excellent job of “show don’t tell” with their world’s zombie mechanics and how the characters learn them as time progresses.

I was lead to believe by ZNation that Black Summer was a time in which the largest amount of humans died, due to lack of food. The show made me believe that a bunch of people died simply because that’s what happens in the “shortly after the beginning” part of zombie apocalypses. 

I was disappointed in some of the kinematics of the show. Too often I caught myself thinking, “This shot is pausing too long”. It was holding too long to create dramatic effect, even though most of these shots were just of character’s walking away, or mundane things like that. I was also disappointing by the set design and direction. 

Quite a few times I lost track of where the character’s were in relation to each other and/or to their goal. An example of this occurs in a section where the group is trapped in a school. The amount of running around they did, splitting up, and trying to find a way out, I couldn’t keep track of them, and was convinced the school was at least 6 stories high. Upon leaving the school, it shows that the damn thing is only like two or three floors!

I was also disappointed by the effects of the show. Specifically where zombies get killed. A lot of times I couldn’t tell if a shot was a head-shot or not, there was really only one time I saw that had a good splatter effect to it. 

One of the things the show succeeded in was the character development. Of course, only a few characters make it to the end of the finale, but the way in which those people have grown individually, and together as a group, shows quite well. 

Overall, the show had satisfying quick-turn fast-running zombies, The character’s who survived had some great development arcs, and none of the deaths felt cheap. It had smart moments with it’s survivors (moments in which I was mentally yelling to do something logical and the character actually did it) The show would benefit greatly from a higher budget and better locations, but the smart writing makes up for some of that. Some parts of it drag on a bit, but it was overall an enjoyable experience! 

#znation #black summer #review #opinion #zombie #show #netflix

[foxywonderland]

Sarge is me if I just realized the world was ending and a hot guy was standing next to me.

#z nation season 4 #season finale #z nation #sarge #10k #nat zang #gracie phipps #10k z nation #znation #we all knew it was coming #Doc called it #the casual teenage sex

[angel-with-a-sniper-rifle]

Okay so, with the release of season 5 on my Netflix, I finally watched the last couple episodes of season 4 and restarted season 5. I watched 11 episodes today and was making shirts the whole time 😂 here’s what I came up with today! #renewznation #znation #weareznation #netflixznation #netflixsaveznation #netflixpickupznation #netflixrenewznation #zwhacker #znationseason6 #znations6

#z nation #znation #merch #syfy #fanart #fanmade #doc #10k #zwhacker #murphy #warren #addy #my merch #z whacker #red #sun mei #kaya #citizen z #nana #nana anuk #jz #netflix z nation #we are z nation #netflix renew z nation #netflix pick up z nation #netflix save z nation

[10thousand-kills]

HEY

just wanted to let y’all know i started this account when I was a freshman. 4 years later I’m going to be graduating in two weeks and will be a college student this upcoming fall.

From what I’ve seen the znation tag has gotten fairly quiet and it’s quite sad cause I really loved this show. Been watching from the beginning and started my blog around one of the earlier seasons. Quick fun fact : i haven’t watched the last episode because i refuse to see the show end w/o knowing if it’s the finale or not.

Sorry I haven’t really posted, but ty if you’ve been with me since the beginning and if you’re new I hope you stick around. I know I always say this but I do want to come back and interact with you more, send me submissions and maybe i’ll get back into the groove of things and write something :)

As always i love you. xx

#alma talks #znation