#Zed fanfic

[johnnys-breastmilk]

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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[redtsundere-writes]

Out Of My League | Heartsteel Kayn / Rhaast

Heartsteel Kayn / Rhaast x f!reader

Part 1: Facecheck.

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Sypnosis: A chronically online girl doesn´t know that her Discord friend may be someone she already knows.

Contents: Modern AU, High school AU, a lot of bad jokes and meme references. No warnings.

Word count: 2023 (omg this year)

Author's Note: So... this gremlin's birthday was yesterday and since he has been on my mind lately. I decided to write him a fic cause why not?

Thanks to @mclovin1803 for helping me with proofreading and picking a title. (If this is out of charcater, blame him)

You were the exact definition of an introvert. You weren't good at talking to people you didn't know, your social battery doesn't last long, and you get excited when your friends cancel plans at the last minute. You like your loneliness and spending the afternoon playing video games and your guitar.

As an introvert, you didn't have many friends aside from a few classmates and some family members you were close with. Luckily, you had several friends on Discord. Among them was someone by the username of Rhaast. You didn't chat with him often because he wasn't as chronically online as you were, but he knew you were always down to play League of Legends with him.

One night while you were comfortably playing the new Super Mario Wonder on the switch, you received a message from Rhaast.

@Rhaast: League?

It had been two weeks since you had last played together, so you put the Switch aside and accepted. You opened League and put your headphones on to hop on the call with your friend.

"Hello there," you greeted him like Obi Wan as you waited for Rhaast to enter the game. He laughed at the reference. He had a deep, kinda seductive voice. You didn't know for sure if he was pretending or if he really talked like that.

"How have you been?," you asked while looking for your nightly playlist on Spotify to set the mood.

"Great. Yesterday I went out with a girl and today I broke up with her." You rolled your eyes at the comment. You knew Rhaast was quite the heartbreaker for discarding women like they were underwear. Personally, you didn't like that about your friend.

"And now why did you break up with this one,?" you asked as you started the game.

"I only went out with her once and she was already bugging me. My phone kept ringing because of her, so I blocked her," Rhaast answered with a chuckle. “Thank God I'll never date this asshole,” you thought.

"I wish there were more girls like you. You wait for me to send you a message and you are always down to play with me." He said while locking in Zed as his champion while you locked in Qiyana.

"I’m always down to play with you because I don't have any friends, not because I like you." You kamikazed by words.

"Damn, and I thought you had a crush for me," Rhaast joked. "Come to think of it, you never tell me anything about your love life," He suggested so he could hear some gossip.

"I haven't told you because I don't have any," you said, pretending to cry. Rhaast laughed at your foolish performance.

"Come on, you must have at least a crush or something," he insisted curiously as the game began. There was no one you liked... but someone caught your eye.

You felt like a fool for getting nervous every time you saw Kayn and his group of friends walk past you in the hallways. Kayn was a popular kid from a higher grade. He was good at sports, had good grades, was a member of an upcoming band, and was always surrounded by friends, while you were the complete opposite. You knew you shouldn't be nervous seeing him around because there was no chance that he would have the slightest interest in you. The majority of girls in your class drooled over him, so he was free to choose whoever he wanted. Why would he choose you?

Also, you had no good reason to go over and talk to him. The only chance you had, you blew it. You still cringe at yourself at night when you remember that moment. In your first days of high school, you had no friends and you just started learning to play guitar. When you tried to leave the music room that day, you ran into a tall boy with pink hair, perfect black eyebrows that indicated the true color of his hair, piercings decorating his ears, a pointy nose and a magnificent athletic body. Everything about him could catch anyone's attention but his most striking feature was his beautiful eyes with heterochromia, his left eye was green and the right; red. You were a moth and he was an RGB lightbulb that demanded your attention.  

You stood paralyzed infront of him. You clutched your music sheet notebook to your chest in nervousness. He was way too attractive and you didn't know how to feel about it. You tried to greet him but only stutters came out of your mouth. It was true that you weren't good at starting conversations but you had never been at a loss for words.

"Can you move? I want to get in," he asked while looking at you as if you were an inferior being.

"Ah... Yes-s, I'm s-sorry." You couldn't help your stutter as you stepped aside so he could enter the room. The Adonis didn't say anything else, but your eyes were still glued on him. The boy saw you watching him without shame.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked directly. You quickly shook your head and ran out of the room. “You are so stupid, you made yourself look like you have never seen a man!” You thought embarrassed as you felt your face getting hot. This was definitely your canon event.

One day, Rhaast sent you an ad. Riot was hosting a promotional convention for players at the capital at the end of the month.

@Rhaast: You goin'?

You: Maybe, sounds good.

@Rhaast: Let me know if you goin'.

You: Are you?

@Rhaast: If you go, I'll go.

You: K.

Thus the days passed until the day of the event arrived. You got ready with your best clothes: A K/DA sweatshirt, freshly washed pants, and the least dirty sneakers you had. You left your apartment nervously to finally touch some grass and meet your friend in real life. After a tedious subway ride, you arrived at the convention center where the event was taking place.

You: I'm here. Where are you?

@Rhaast: Wait for me at the entrance. I'm almost there.

You saw that there were several people waiting for their respective friends at the entrance, so you decided to stay in that area. You waited patiently while playing on your phone until you heard some girls next to you get excited.

"Look, it's Kayn, he looks so good!" They whisper to each other. You looked up quickly when you heard that name and, sure enough, the Adonis was there. “What is Kayn doing here?!” you thought as you tried to hide behind your phone as if you pretended he wasn't there, but your eyes traveled quickly between the screen and him. He was wearing a black crop with a jacket on top, tight pants and silver chains on his neck, fingers and waist. “Oh no, he's hot!” You thought nervously, wanting to run away. Your heart wasn't taking it.

You felt envious when the girls next to you didn't hesitate to approach him. Seeing the confidence they had to greet and talk to him, you felt that they had already known each other before. “I wish I could do that,” you thought.

"I didn't know you played League." One of the girls commented.

"I don´t play much," Kayn answered without taking much notice. Looking cool as heck.

"Are you here alone?" The other girl asked.

"Well, I'm meeting with a friend. I'll call her, " he said while searching for his friend's contact on his phone.

*Incoming call from Rhaast*

Out of nowhere, your phone started ringing from an incoming call on Discord. It was Rhaast. “No way,” you thought as you looked at Kayn and your cell phone simultaneously. “No, this must be a coincidence” you thought before answering.

"I'm here, where are you?" Your knees felt weak as Kayn spoke the words he was hearing over the phone. “Kayn is Rhaast?!” you thought in disbelief.

Kayn quickly found you and your eyes met. The last time that happened was a year ago. You knew Rhaast for over two years. That meant that Kayn, the cutest boy in school, had heard your horrible jokes, your fangirl screams when you saw Faker at almost every World Cup, and your burps for two years. You wanted the earth to swallow you whole at that moment.

"Oh, there she is. See ya," he hung up the call and said goodbye to his friends. He approached you while you were dying internally. You were lucky a wall was holding you up because you were sure you were going to pass out at any moment. “Breathe, maybe he doesn't remember you,” you thought.

"Hey! Why didn't you tell me we went to the same school, snake girl?" he joked. You covered your face in shame with your hands. “He does remember!” You thought, defeated. You still didn't believe that Kayn was still talking to you.

"Shut up, Rhaast… I mean, Kayn." You said, pulling your face out of its hiding spot. Kayn smiled, looking at your blushing cheeks.

"So you know me," he said confidently.

"How can I not know you? My classmates can't stop talking about you," you said defensively.

"I don't mean that," he said as he brought his face closer to yours. You backed up as far as the wall would allow you.

"Just look at you, you're crazy for me." He mocked in a flirting way. You couldn't help but to blush once again.

He was right, not only did he caught your eye, you liked him. You liked him more than you thought. Not because he was the popular Kayn, who is in a band and all the girls fight over him, but because he was also Rhaast. The one guy who laughed at your horrible jokes, the one who didn't criticize you every time you screamed when you saw Faker and burped when you did to match your energy.

"Ha! Says the guy that I always carry,” you mocked him back. Kayn laughed. That laugh that made you feel better in the small corner of your room.

"That's my girl!" He said before taking your hand. You blushed at the unexpectedly intimate act. His hand gently squeezed yours to guide you to the convention entrance.

You spent the whole afternoon chatting and spending all your money on merchandise. You got to know Kayn better than you ever thought. He was a little bit blunt, but nicer than you pictured. It was like you were seeing the other side of Rhaast. Kayn also got to know you on another level when you started to feel comfortable around him. You were a girl with whom he could see himself talking for many hours everyday without getting bored, something he had not felt with anyone else.

You and Kayn said goodbye to a wonderful day together. Both felt their hearts beating like crazy for each other. You had spent the entire day together but you still missed each other once you parted ways. You arrived home and then threw yourself on the bed to start screaming about the exciting day you just had. You had finally talked to Kayn and he seemed to like you. And boy did he like you...

The next day, another school day had ended, so you decided to go to the music room. On your way, you saw Kayn and his friends heading towards the exit. Finally, you got the courage to do something you've always wanted to do.

"Hey, Kayn!" You called him from your place. He turned around to see you among the other students passing by in the hallway.

"Wanna play later?" You asked, blushing lightly for attracting his attention. His friends began to tease him that a girl was talking to him that way, but he didn't care. Kayn smiled as he saw you standing there, blushing but determined.

"You know I do!" He said before turning around and getting back with his friends. You smiled. Maybe he wouldn't have chosen you before, but now you had a chance. 

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[stray-kaz]

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.

Tagging: @succsessions​

#zed necrodopolis #zed necrodopolis x reader #zombies #zombies fanfic #fan fiction #disney zombies #liss writes #x female reader

[albertdabuttler]

i just watched zombies 3 and GAH DAYUH— i know its a cringey childish disney channel musical BUT WHO CARES BRO? the cast is hot and i have been obsessed since the first movie.

can you guys believe im writing smut of this motherfucker 💀

LIKE HOW COULD I NOT?

PEARCE JOZA IN FUCKING GENERAL. the way he portrays wyatt lykensen gives him an automatic griP on me.

like bro you cannot tell me that milo isn’t fine as fuck. i would believe you have some retinal disease or sum shit if you say he’s not attractive GODDAMN HAVE YOU EVEN TAKEN A LOOK?

anyways im definitely not gonna post it LMAO but im gonna write it anyway for myself and my friends 😋😋

#disneys zombies #z o m b i e s #milo manheim #zed necrodopolis #pearce joza #wyatt lykensen #smut #fluff #writing #fanfiction #fanfic #iz #harry potter #stranger things #marvel #star wars #zombies 2 #zombies 3

[harringtonlovers]

HEAD OVER HEELS | WALLY CLARK x OC!

Summary: "something happens and i'm head over heels,"

natalia warner never expected to stumble upon the secret basement located in the boiler room underneath her school. she also never expected to come across wally clark, the school's jock and most recent death.

Note: absolutely obsessed with milo & wally rn. so i made a fanfic on wattpad (trying it out). this is also set in the 80s! hope y’all enjoy <3

ao3:

wattpad:

#sabrina carpenter #milo manheim #sadie sink #wally clark #wally clark x reader #school spirits #oc tag #wally clark x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #zombies #zed necrodopolis #pls read #pls read my story lol #wally clark fanfiction #wally clark fanfic #milo manheim fanfiction #milo manheim fanfic #milo manheim x reader #school spirits fanfiction #school spirits fanfic #school spirits fic

[goldnhourwrites]

yall i really, really was not expecting to become a kayn stan. when heartsteel first dropped i was like "ok. yone and k'sante. that's what i'm here for i've picked my faves" NOPE. shieda kayn has hit me like a bus.

#soooo i just checked my wip folder #between the three big-ass kayn fics i'm working on i've written. #98k words about him #compared to. um. 9k about k'yone #guys. this was not supposed to happen. #heartsteel #heartsteel kayn #fanfiction #fanfic #unspoken #one of them is kaynphel one is kayn & rhaast one is kayn growing up with zed #yes i am normal why do you ask

[convexicalcrow]

The Evoker known as Cub stood on the mountain, looking at a large collection of dangling mobs, most of whom had been turned upside down. Scar, his Vex, perched on his shoulder, and Cub was sure he'd never met a Vex filled with so much rage before. But that had its uses.

"Is this the player who hurt you, Scar?" Cub said.

The Vex hissed. Yes. Gave. Armour that hurt. To me. Attacked me! Made me kill him! Allay help not hurt! Now just want to hurt.

Cub hadn't heard the Vex speak with such difficulty before. But of course he was always looking for ways to hurt players, and perhaps this was an opening.

"Tell me more about this player. How can we hurt him?" Cub asked.

Come. There is a hall, Scar said.

Cub followed the Vex into the circular base and down into a tunnel on the highest level. Here, there were chests and barrels, and upon inspection, it seemed to be this player seemed to be collecting every item possible.

See, this chest, master, this one. There is one missing. He craves it, master. He will do anything for it, master, Scar said, urging him to look into one chest in particular.

Cub opened the chest to find all the precious ores represented, save for one. Deepslate emerald ore. Very difficult to find, but greed is always a good motivator.

"Well, well, well. Now, how did you come to find out about this player's desires, Scar?" Cub said.

He talks. Always talks. I hear things of course, Scar said.

"Of course, of course. And I'm guessing your reason for bringing me here is to get revenge on this player, yes?" Cub said.

He must hurt like I hurt, master. I could not stomach it before, when all I desired was to help. But now he must hurt too, Scar said.

Cub brought the little Vex into his arms and cradled it against his chest. Scar was very emotional for a Vex, and its little body was trembling in his hands. Allays usually didn't carry pain like this, and perhaps that was also why Scar was his favourite. The Vex was unique and had become his constant companion. This Vex Cub would protect with his life if it came to it.

"Well, if that rare ore is what this player craves, then that will be the lure. Oh, I have not set traps like this in a long time. Your revenge will be had, little one, don't you worry about that," Cub said.

#hermitcraft #fanfic #convex #cubfan135 #gtwscar #zedaph #evoker cub #allay-turned-vex scar #look i had an idea #about the allay zed used to kill himself with thorns armour #becoming a vex #and how they might now think about that whole thing #and then i hear cub's doing a thing for zed #for the emerald ore #and well #here we are #scar is a lil traumatised #but cub's taking good care of him

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Finally sharing some of the designs I have for my Horizon au! There are so many more, but all I’ve got for them are ancient, inaccurate concept sketches and vague notes, so these six gilded sketches will have to do for now. I was mostly just having fun with shapes and gold.

From top left clockwise, there is Zedaph the sheep-chicken (?), Lizzie the firefly faerie, Keralis the ice wolf, Pixl the parrot, Cub the sculk-infected half-vex, and Scott the half-husk.

Cub is currently the most prominently featured in Cracking like a dry branch in a westward wind of these six, though Pixl has made an appearance, and Lizzie and Scott will be appearing soon! Cub and Zedaph both feature in my Hermittober writing challenge work, now titled Legend has it that the moss grows on the north side of the trees.

The Horizon au, aka Horizon to Horizon, is my fantasy-magic amalgamation of Hermitcraft, Empires, Evolution SMP, and a bit of Traffic SMP made entirely for fun worldbuilding and experimental character dynamics.

#horizon to horizon au #hermitcraft au #empires au #art for my fic #zedaph #scott smajor #ldshadowlady #cubfan135 #keralis #pixlriffs #sketch #apologies for my crap photo taking skills #hermitcraft fanart #empires smp fanart #hermitcraft fanfic #empires fanfic #yes zed has a gun #he absolutely shouldnt have one #but does anyway

[grazi-ottsk]

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𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪!

𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 :(

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳.

𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭. (𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘰)

𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 (𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴: 𝘕𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘧𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵).

(𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦).

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴/𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯/𝘙𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴:

𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐉𝐡𝐢𝐧

𝐊𝐚𝐲𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐭

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧

𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐬

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧

𝐙𝐞𝐝

𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬:

𝐀𝐡𝐫𝐢

𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢

𝐂𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐲𝐧

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚

𝐅𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐚

𝐈𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱

𝐊𝐚𝐢'𝐒𝐚

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚

𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞

𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚

𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭:

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨

𝐀𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦

𝐂𝐲𝐧𝐨

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞

𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚

𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭:

𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐧

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮

𝐘𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨

𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮

𝐌𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥:

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥:

𝐀𝐝𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦

𝐉𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 :) (𝘰𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴/𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳...)

#league of legends #league of legends x reader #headcanon #fanfic #aphelios #draven lol #sett league of legends #jhin league of legends #character x reader #shieda kayn #zed league of legends #shen league of legends #talon league of legends #sylas league of legends #ahri #akali league of legends #samira lol #diana league of legends #irelia league of legends #genshin impact #genshin imagines #alhaitham #cyno #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette genshin #zhongli #childe tartagalia #genshin diluc #kamisato ayato #resident evil

[elis-corner]

If requests are still open: yan!Zed, that’s all I have just yan!Zed. Go wild

Look at me, doing a request instead of homework!

I love Zed. That's all I gotta say.

DISCLAIMER. If you are, or know anyone, who is in a harmful relationship as such, please try and find a way out. It isn't safe or healthy. Love you all <3

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According to my calculations

‘Come on, Y/n. There’s nothing to be afraid of.’ Despite Zed’s gentle coaxing you refused to open your eyes. ‘I’m here to keep you safe. You trust me, right?’

You had. Being Zed’s friend you’d never felt in danger doing some stupid idea with him, be it trying to land an “S-tier water bucket” (as Scar calls them) or getting a bunch of villagers into holes. His enthusiasm was endearing, charming, loveable. Maybe it was that that made you fall for him. Maybe it was manipulation. At this point, you had no way to gauge the difference.

It was small things at first. Lingering touches, dirty jokes, lots and lots of mistakes you needed to pull him out of that seemed to take an age. Having him invite you on some adventure each day the second you woke up. Those times when you apologised and said you were busy which led to him ignoring you for a few days until he came back to ask for some help. It was worrying, and infuriating at times, and yet for some bizarre reason you agreed to spend some time at his base helping out.

One of the first lessons you’re taught as a child is to try and pick up on red flags. Possessive friend or partner? Red flag. Entirely reliant on you? Red flag. Offers you candy from the back of their white van? Are you really going to fall for that? And despite your brilliant common sense, somehow it didn’t register that Zedaph asking you to meet him in the mangrove swamp where the world border had once been, miles away from civilization, was a red flag.

And now, you were caught in his net.

‘Just open those eyes of yours and you’ll see that everything is fine,’ he chirped. ‘Everything is fine when I’m with you.’ He placed his hand gently on your chin, rubbing his thumb against your cheek. ‘Why don’t you trust me, Y/n? Don’t you love me? Can’t you see how perfect we are? I didn’t drag you here; I’m not the danger. No, you came right to me. Just think about it! We can base together until the season ends, far away from prying eyes. It’ll be perfect–just you and me, as it should be. You trusted me to save you when the moon was a threat, and as far as I’m concerned I still need to protect you.’

Your eyes did not open a crack. ‘From what? Zed? What is there to protect me from?’

He withdrew. ‘Zombies, skeletons, phantoms–you’ve had twelve deaths to them over the season, not including the time they lowered your health and then Impulse accidentally hit you.’ You could practically see the scowl spread over his features. ‘And the hermits. They’re a danger to you–to us. Nothing can happen when you’re alone with me.

‘Everything is according to my calculations.’

#zedaph x reader #zed x reader #hermitcraft x reader #hc x reader #tw yandere #yandere tw #yandere #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #my writing

[bekkomi]

punchdrunk at the precipice of you

written by alainey, illustrated by @bekkomi

“Take a look at this,” Shen says, turning his laptop around so that Zed can lean over and see the name printed in neat black font across the screen. Khada Jhin.

“Oh, wow,” Zed replies, his eyebrows raised. “Never thought I’d see that name again.”

“Neither did I,” Shen admits, frowning as he scrolls through Jhin’s apartment rental inquiry. “And certainly not like this.”

Or — in which Jhin, a master's student studying the arts, rents the extra bedroom that Shen and Zed, two undergraduates that Jhin knew well back when they were younger, have on hand. Something of a college-level coming-of-age story, with a focus on family, found family, college students and their issues, and all of the drama that goes alongside. Featuring mutual pinging on all fronts, a healthy dose of STEM majors, and lots and lots of coffee!"

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University || Getting Together || Mutual Pining

#fanfic #league of legends #jhin #shen #zed #college au #jhinshenzed #bekkodraws

[imaginethat0327]

Rescue Fire Chapter 41: The Beginning of the End

Zed opened his eyes.

He was laying on a bed, staring up at the ceiling. His whole body ached, the phantom crunch of bones still lingering around him like a cloud. His mind was fairly blank, but it only took the span of one breath to the next for all of his memory to come rushing back. 

He was red now.

There was a distant sound over the thumping of his heart in his chest, like a siren. A wailing. Zed blinked again, drawing his sore body up into a sitting position, and his head cleared somewhat just in time for him to see what it was. 

Tango came flying out from the hallway that led to the rest of the house, tail leaving a smoky streak behind him, and practically threw himself at Zed. He jolted with the contact, sharp stabbing pains streaking through his muscles, but he didn’t dare back away.

“ZED,” Tango cried, clutching fistfuls of his newly spawned sweater. His hair flickered and danced only inches from Zed’s face, but the blazeborn was carefully angling it away. “What did you do!? What happened?!” 

“It was the dragon.” Zed said dully. He sank into Tango’s heat, closing his eyes. He didn’t want to acknowledge what had happened, because if he did, it meant everything would change. He understood, now, why the others had spoken of being a red name with such dread. In the setting of a game, it meant betrayals, savagery, and broken vows. In this context? A red name was death, for both themselves and for others. 

Zed didn’t want to die. 

“I’m sorry.” Tango practically hissed into his shoulder, shaking with the intensity of his fast, terrified breathing. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t killed you in the desert-”

“That wasn’t your fault.” Zed cut him off firmly. “That was a freak accident.”Tango just let out a strangled moan, hiding his face. Zed’s eyes abruptly filled with tears, and he gathered the netherborn closer, letting them slide down his cheeks. Over Tango’s shoulder he saw Jimmy, Grian, Etho, and Scar, all watching them with a mixture of horror and pity. Zed wanted them close, he didn’t want to see them standing away. He knew he was red… but he didn’t want the camaraderie to end. He didn’t want to lose his family.

If anyone is interested :)

For those of you know... poor Zed and Tango :( -Imagine

#hermitcraft fanart #my artwork #original art #hermitcraft fanfic #Rescue Fire #Poor Team IT #Zed's going through it everybody #my posts #rescue fire #rescue fire au

[thewinchestersbang2023]

Coming soon to the Winchesters Bang:

Endless Summer

Author: Sarah | Artist: Mortea Posting on Wednesday August 30th

Summary: Seabrook, New Hampshire. 1973. A town abandoned fifty years prior due to a devastating industrial accident, now a trap for people passing through. After a series of missing person's cases Mary, John, Carlos, and Lata head to the east coast to explore this colorful town.

#thewinchestersbang #spnwin #spnwin fanfic #spnwin fanart #the winchersters #zombies disney #mary campbell #john winchester #carlos cervantez #latika dar #latika desai #zed zombies #addison zombies

[stray-kaz]

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?

#zed necrodopolis #zombies #fan fiction #liss writes #zed necrodopolis x reader #x female reader #zombies fanfic

[albertdabuttler]

Bestie you gotta post the zombies smut the fandom is LACKING in zombies smut

GUYS @sayorseee IS DOWN BAD 🫵🫵🫵

okay fine 😋 anything for you 😚😚

oh my god the tags are embarrassing 💀

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[harringtonlovers]

HEAD OVER HEELS | WALLY CLARK

chapter 2: jennifer wilde can go to hell

wally clark x fem!oc

set in the 80s

lowercase intended

ao3:

wattpad:

#wally clark fanfic #wally clark #wally clark x reader #wally clark x maddie nears #wally clark x oc #wally clark fanfiction #milo manheim fanfic #milo manheim fanfiction #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #sabrina carpenter #sadie sink #fanfiction #school spirits fanfic #school spirits #school spirits fanfiction #zed necrodopolis #80s #80s fanfic #80s aesthetic #pls read #pls read my story lol