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I'm not feeling good, so no Zombie Ranch comic this week. But here is one of my silly Grunt & Groan comic on my Patreon for free!
Enjoy!
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starting another WIP - as if i didn't have enough on my plate already
[EDIT: Guess who started writing just to realize she can't even use it for this project because she misremembered facts? Me. It me. So, uh, thought I'd share it here for lack of anything better to do. Enjoy]
Troy was aware of the stares he was incurring. Unfriendly stares where nothing new to him. These now, though, felt more than unfriendly. Hateful. He supposed that made sense, considering. Raising his voice he addressed the onlookers.
“Someone gonna get Walker? He’s gonna want to hear what I’ve got to say.”
It didn’t look like anyone was gonna get Walker. Not that they were ignoring him, no, their stares just as present as before. They were very much aware of him. Wanted him to be aware of them, too. They were just ignoring his words.
He pressed his lips together, disapprovingly. The suit he was wearing was uncomfortable and not only because he was sweating profusely in it. Spite was the only thing keeping him here, keeping him waiting and he counted the seconds for lack of anything better to do. 1034 seconds – about 17 minutes – later Walker came out and met him. Squinting at Troy, looking annoyed to see him. But he was here.
“Troy Otto,” he boomed, “Heard you had something to say to me?!”
Troy grimaced. He was not willing to give in so easily, not after having been made to wait this long. The fucking nerve of them… He should just leave. Make them wonder what this was about. Make them come to him. Because they would once they heard the news…
#fanfic#troy otto#who else#this time an AU#let's see how that goes#no zombies#jeremiah dies#troy leaves the ranch#spoilers i guess#im all giddy#can you tell#snippet#my fic
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“It's possible I was almost an asshole.”
Jason Todd to Tim Drake
#source: the ranch#dc#jason todd#red hood#dc characters#jason peter todd#the red hood#incorrect quotes#incorrect dcu#incorrect dc quotes#incorrect red hood#incorrect jason todd#dc jason todd#dc red hood#2nd robin#second robin#dead robin#zombie robin#jaybird
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My current project is populating the Woodland Mansion with villagers. It’s big enough that it will probably have to become like 4 villages in one. Getting the beds and workstations sorted is kind of tricky. As the villagers glom onto them through walls and floors.
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Day 684: With the fields on the ranch doing well, the ranchers and Pearl scout out the surrounding farmlands to prepare for future use and salvage feral crops. The woods aren't as secure as around the ranch, making work slow to deal with stray zombies and animals.
This is one of those pages built around a cute Jimmy face.
#solidaritygaming#tango tek#pearlescentmoon#rancher's revenge#team rancher#rancher apocalypse au#fanart#biopunk#nature#cottagecore#character#scene#background#art#sketch#colour#Hybbart
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⌗ SNOWDROP ₊ ˖ ་. nagi seishiro x fem reader (5.4k)
⊹ ⠀⠀ it's the end of the world and he's possibly the most unprepared person alive…perhaps he can rely on the pretty girl with perfect aim who just so happened to save his life at the very last second. he’s never been in love but maybe this love could last…so long as the both of you stay alive.
contains; resident evil inspired, badass agent!reader, helpless civilian!nagi, zombie apocalypse, guns, knives, blood, gore, swearing, angst, fluffy flirting, love at first sight, major character death, reo cameo!!!!, cannibalism (zombies)
author's note; this fic destroyed my sanity, but i hope u like it! there are parts that are so unserious asjkl just trust me that it's a good read and pt2 is gonna be fucking crazy
⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ videogame au milestone collab masterlist !
This can’t be happening. There’s no way this is actually fucking happening right now.
He’s sprinting at full speed, his laces are barely tied, and the smoke in the air is surely clogging his lungs into a blackened pulp of nothingness. To be quite frank, Nagi would rather have those poisoned lungs than discover whatever the hell happened to his neighbors down the hall…because damn they look like they’re in some rough shape. With their sunken eyes, flaking skin, and very obvious urge to suddenly turn to cannibalism, that’s not really his vibe…but that’s a falling telephone pole! Holy shit that’s a falling telephone pole coming straight his way in 3…2…1. JUMP!
Whew, that was a close one. Good thing he’s tall!
The shift in humanity didn’t exactly happen overnight. It was actually just twenty minutes ago when his peace was so rudely interrupted. There he was, snuggled up in his gaming chair with a fresh bag of Cool Ranch Doritos opened and ready to meet his belly, when he finally beat the last level of his new favorite game; only to discover that those screams of terror and fear…yea those weren’t coming from his PC and his living room window is now a pile of ash. Nagi doesn’t think he’s ever seen so much red and yellow in his life, all of it becoming one big blur of flames that he somehow jumped through and landed on the street below— thankfully he lives on the ground floor, otherwise his body would join his couch in a pile of broken limbs. Damn, this is all such a hassle.
No one would be able to guess what it was that caused this chaos…okay, actually it’s not too out of this world; just a commercial jet falling from the sky with a monstrous thing (??) crawling out of the window onto the streets of Tokyo, whilst an oddly green gas dilutes the air.
Yeah, not too crazy— but just crazy enough to make even Nagi Seishiro, laziest man on earth, leave the comfort of his homely apartment to find his neighborhood in complete and utter chaos. He even saw his delivery man devouring the convenience store owner that always gives him an extra bonus off his nightly midnight snack. Man, he loved that guy. That’s a sight that’ll make him shudder for years to come; assuming he can stay alive for the next however many hours and days this newfound apocalypse is going to take.
Nagi thinks it’s been nearly an hour since he started running and he didn’t even know he had this much stamina in him. Maybe he’s secretly a superhuman or another one of the monsters the city has been consumed by— or perhaps his adrenaline rush is nearly infinite since he’s never utilized it in his entire life. He’s not sure of the logistics. He failed high school biology…and chemistry…and physics. There’s a reason why he turned to gaming and shied away from college. This thrill and rush isn’t meant for him. He’s a couch potato that wants to do nothing but rot and enjoy the satisfying ding Twitch gives him whenever he receives a new sub. His generation needs instant gratification…and right now? Well, he’s in desperate need of some water.
Hesitantly, Nagi rounds into the glass doors of the nearest and safest looking building he happens to see— which is luckily a convenience store similar to the one near his apartment. He’s more than surprised when the automatic doors open in a pinch and he’s able to enter with no difficulty. The store is somehow in little disarray, with its grocery items on the shelves in their rightful spots and few sparse bags of chips laying on the tile floor. However, what is in disarray is the pharmacy section. There are drugstore pills scattered everywhere. He can’t even tell what kind of medications were being scavenged in a clear panic for medical amenities, and highly doubts that whoever was searching for supplies was able to get any with the state the back of the store is in. The font on the labels is so small that Nagi, the man who stares at a screen all day, can’t decipher what they say; and he’s assuming that whoever was in here is long dead and gone. But then again…
…he’s never been the kind of guy who’s always right.
“I come in peace!” His voice is two octaves higher than it normally is. If this were a choir audition, he’d absolutely ace it. “I swear I just came for some water! Please don’t kill me, zombie, please!”
Both of his eyes are shut whilst he awaits his inevitable demise, assuming that the unknown presence in the room likely has an appetite for human organs. There were so many things he wanted to do with his life…like ride a hot air balloon? Actually, that would be really hot if he were that close to the sun. Surf in the Caribbean? Ew, he could get bit by a crab. Get a girlfriend? He can’t complain about that one, that would be very very nice.
Oh no, he’s already getting eaten…he can practically hear her imaginary laughter already.
“Really? Those are your last words?”
Zombies can talk?
Nagi fearfully inches one eye open to see the most gorgeous person he thinks he’s seen in his entire life. Sure, you look a little disheveled— with your soaked hair and dirt-crusted skin— but to him, you look like something out of his imagination. The female protagonist that he could only dream about campaigning with in a first-person-shooter game, and would later search for a worthy poster to stick on his wall. If love at first sight is real, then this is definitely it. The only issue? Your barrel is pointing straight at his face.
“You’re going to shoot me?” He exclaims, scrambling to back up but ultimately tripping on his own laces and landing on his ass. “Ah shit, that hurts.”
Elegantly, you rush to his side. “You have injuries?” With eyes scanning over every inch of his body, there’s genuine concern dripping from your tongue like honey. Your voice is like a melody, oh man. Nagi thinks he’s a goner— not because he could be eaten by zombies, but because he feels like he’d jump in front of a moving bus to protect you. Pfft, and some protection he’s doing, embarrassing himself like this…
“Nope, nothing’s hurt…” he mumbles, sitting up with an attempted nonchalant look on his face. “...only my ego.”
A small smile reveals itself before him and your eyes crinkle as you let out a little laugh, and instantly he’s almost more obsessed with you. It’s as if you’re some higher being that he was blessed to see on his final day on earth, with golden rays radiating from your skin and big irises that he could drown in. Perhaps if it weren’t the end of the world, the two of you could’ve walked to this store together— holding hands and speaking softly about your shared interests and passions— and he could make you laugh a million times and more…now that he’s really thinking about it, you’re the first girl he’s made laugh probably ever and he really wishes there wasn’t a menacing zombie apocalypse getting in the way of his beautiful fantasy.
“I’m assuming you’re alone?” You stand up, looking down at him.
Alone as in single or…
“You don’t have any family that you escaped with?”
…okay not alone as in single. Got it.
“It’s just me,” Nagi stands to his feet and is loving your shocked reaction to his towering height. “My family’s overseas right now, so I think they’re alright. I mean, I hope they’re alright. I don’t have any service to reach them, right now. My phone is down.”
You nod, reaching in your bag for something he can’t quite see. What he can see, though, is the massive shotgun strapped to your back and three large cartridges hanging from your belt— somehow you’re able to carry all that and four grenades, two handguns, and six rolls of bandages in that pack of yours, which you lay out for him so lovingly on the floor.
“Take what you need.” Oh hell, what has he gotten himself into?
As he backs up cautiously, realization dawns upon your face. “You’ve never done this before have you?”
“Is living through a zombie apocalypse a common experience?” His mouth is agape. “Yeah, sorry…can’t say this isn’t the first time for me.”
A sigh slips from your lips and you gather your things, packing everything into your bag except for a standard handgun. Nagi can feel his heartbeat picking up as you take three steps closer to him. One. Two. Three. He wishes you’d chosen to take a fourth— that way you’d be nose to nose, he’d get to see your beauty up close, and then memorize the curves and features of your face— which he’d surely never forget as he’d think about them morning, night, and day. He’d love to fantasize about you for hours but you have other plans, dropping said standard handgun into his palms.
“Just aim for the head, okay?”
Um. No. Not okay.
“I don’t really shoot real guns…” he rambles, attempting to get rid of the deadly weapon you’ve so casually given him. “I’m more of a lover, y’know? Talk things out instead of shooting things in between their eyes? I like digital zombies! Yeah, those guys are chill…love ‘em so much…please take this away from me.”
You shake your head, already on your way out of the door. “Nope, you’re coming with me.”
“Why?” If this were a video game, there’d be a massive exclamation point flashing above his head, along with a grave that he could crawl into instead of joining you on this suicide mission. Being six feet under sounds pretty nice right about now…but he’s sure that the look you’re giving him is more deadly than any threat outside. “I don’t think I’m going to be much help to you.”
“Nagi, is it?” You clarify, to which he nods. “There are only two choices right now, and I know we just met but I’d rather you live than die. You’re tall. Your height is going to give you a range advantage when we’re out there, and I can already tell that you have great spatial awareness…not many people would’ve noticed me in the shadows. You know this area far better than I do, and sure, you’ve never held a gun before, but you’ve got to fight to live.”
As your voice continues in a soft-spoken tone, he’s mesmerized. “I want you to live, and I’m going to make sure you do.”
He can feel himself nodding along to your words— his heart getting lighter by the second, perhaps out of adrenaline but he’s going to believe it’s love. He needs something to look forward to when this is all over, if this is ever over, and that something is the image of you and him on a date. With you looking stunning in your favorite outfit and him hopefully looking better than he does right now…clear skies with the cicadas shushing themselves so he doesn’t miss a single thing you say…enough money in his bank account to cover anything and everything you wish for…and the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers that he can find. What are your favorite flowers?
“Can I ask you something before I say yes?” Nagi’s voice is sweet, seemingly comforting you as your shoulders drop from their automated offensive stance. You look a little curious, likely assuming that he’s going to ask you some tips on how to shoot a gun— which he probably should if he’s being honest with himself, but that’s an issue that isn’t as important as his current curiosity. “Do you have a favorite flower?”
With teeth shining at him, he’s blinded by the overwhelming beauty you send his way and for the second time, he makes you laugh.
“My favorite flower? You’re so strange.” Overcome with a fit of giggles, he thinks that this is your first time laughing at something a man said as well. “Why do you need to know that? Are you asking me out or something?”
“I am.” He states bluntly and your cheeks flush red.
There’s a minute of silence between the two of you and each second is more excruciating than the last. With a heavy clock ticking in his ear, telling him that he’s made a fool of himself as the hand inches more and more to the left; he’s counting down his probable rejection as he’s just shot his shot in the middle of the end of the world. What a stupid decision. He knows his timing could be better— could be a lot better actually— and there’s a part of him that regrets even attempting…but none of that matters, because you’re smiling.
Maybe he makes you just as nervous as you make him…
“Okay Nagi,” you grin and adjust the shotgun strap across your chest. “If we both survive this, I promise I’ll go out with you…but I have some high expectations. I want the most expensive flower arrangement money can buy.”
“And what kind of flowers are you wishing for, gorgeous?” His voice is a sexy whisper, and Nagi didn’t even know he could be so seductive.
You jokingly roll your eyes at the pet name and toss him one of your inactive grenades, which he catches with ease, urging him to follow you into the chaos— but not before you give him the answer he so desperately desires.
“Snowdrops.”
There are two things that Nagi has realized in the past thirty minutes.
1.) He’s a lot more athletic than he thought he was.
Running for a half an hour straight is something that he never imagined himself doing— especially considering that he’s never stepped one foot into a gym in his entire life. What he originally thought to be clumsiness, turns out to be raw strength untouched. You were right to assume that his lengthy limbs would do him some justice in the fight for his life, and he’s thankful for his towering height as he’s blocked falling debris from smacking you atop the head nearly five times now; though, he did miss a flying sneaker that happened to nail you straight in the nose. He’s trying his best, give him a break.
2.) You might be a figment of his imagination.
Sure, this idea is likely false as he definitely felt your weight when you were sent flying from a stray hand grenade and landed on top of him, but you just seem so perfect. Getting to know you has been a dream come to life— though making conversation while running for his life isn’t the easiest feat, he’s managing. Some of the things you’ve told him do seem to be made up, though. For instance, you were the culprit behind the plane crash and while he’d love to picture a sunsetting sky with the two of you floating in the breeze, you’re not going to be piloting that jet. However, he has to give you a break because he’s never flown anything other than pixelated aircrafts, especially aircrafts that contain a deadly monster oozing toxic gas that turns people into zombies. Yeah, he couldn’t quite believe that either.
“On your left!” The sound of your voice snaps him back into focus and he realizes there are four zombified citizens barreling your way. “I could use some help here!”
You definitely don’t need his help. For God’s sake you have a shotgun the size of your leg that’s already mowed down three of them and Nagi’s just barely getting used to the sound of the bang. So far he’s pretty much been useless if not for letting you know what’s coming up in the distance, and also being the absolute last resort solution— which is rare, but oh shit it’s happening right now! You’re out of shells! How exactly does he fire this thing again?
Shakily, he attempts to point his handgun in the direction of the lone zombie bounding towards you. “Deep breaths, Nagi! Focus and aim!” Your words of encouragement are appreciated, but ultimately useless as he desperately starts stray shooting.
“Fucking aim!” You’re losing your patience for him so fast, to which he tries his best to calm down and breathe.
In and out.
His heart rate begins to slow.
Breathe and concentrate.
His eyes become unclouded by his anxiety, and his vision clears.
Lock on.
He has a mark on the target.
With his pistol’s aim assist shining against the zombie’s forehead, he confidently fires a single bullet. It soars through the air, squealing in its flight, and he lets out a sigh of relief…a sigh that he exhaled far too early.
Aw shit, he missed.
You grunt, bracing yourself against his bullet that ricochets off of the nearby telephone pole and grazes your right arm. He has a clear view of the scarlet blood dripping down your elbow and onto the pavement, and his heart feels heavy. He’s so fucking useless that he’s injuring you. Nagi doesn’t think it’s even possible to be worse at flirting than him; he can’t imagine that there are many guys who are accidentally shooting the girl they like, yet here he is.
Thankfully, you being the badass agent you are, you’ve managed to reload your eleven shells of ammo in the time it took for him to fire one bullet— and you easily dissolve the zombie to bits and pieces.
“Your aim can use a little work.” You snort, brushing your fingers against the small wound.
He rips the sleeve of his t-shirt off and attempts to wrap it around your arm. This is what you’re supposed to do, right? The only training he’s had in the medical field is from that one surgeon simulator game he played in middle school, and to be completely honest, it was a pretty good game! However, he’s definitely doing something wrong because you place your hand over his and show him how to properly treat an open wound. Normally, Nagi would be embarrassed that he’s failing so miserably right now— but honestly, the only thing on his mind is how this is the first time you’ve held his hand. He can’t tell if there are butterflies in his stomach or if the smell of blood is triggering vomit. Hopefully the former.
It’s no surprise that your perceptive self notices his focus on your intertwined hands, to which you take the lead and insist on pushing forward. “As romantic as this is, we should find some shelter before we get eaten in the midst of making out.”
Oh?
“You want to make out with me?”
Oof that slap hurt. His priorities clearly don’t align with yours.
“Okay, okay.” Nagi holds his hands up in surrender before you can smack his chest for a second time, and he’s finally able to notice your surroundings. Since when was the Mikage Buildingright behind you? Hm…the imminent fear of death must have distracted him. “My best friend’s family owns this tower here. I promise it’s safe.”
Your gaze narrows at the wall of glass windows that are seemingly spotless. There isn’t a single crack, faulty line, or zombie-sized hole that’s visible to the naked eye and he feels a little swell of pride for Reo’s family. Yeah, that’s right! My best friend’s parent’s architects are great at making buildings! It finally seems like he’s had his first good idea of the night, and Nagi couldn’t be more proud. Progress is progress (even if he shot you in the process)!
“It looks good.” You nod in approval and begin cautiously making your way towards the doors.
While following closely behind, he watches your back and ensures that there’s no one on your trail; which isn’t difficult in the slightest. Most of the civilians have died by now and you’ve already cleared every undead in the area…without his help. He doesn’t know how he managed to be so lucky that he ended up with you, but he’s grateful for every second— and now that you’re finally in his familiar territory, he can finally show you what he’s worth.
“There’s an elevator up these steps.” Nagi leads you up the grand staircase, remembering how he lazily trotted down it yesterday after Reo tried, once again, to convince him to join his football club. “I think it’ll work, I know they have emergency systems and everything.”
“I don’t know, Nagi…” your voice trails off, something amiss about it. “I just have a weird feeling about this place.”
“I promise Reo’s family’s going to take care of us, they’re the best.” He deflects your concerns, trusting that his friend will pull through and have some crazy solution to save the world. There’s never been a time where he couldn't count on Reo and as soon as you reach the top of these steps, you’ll agree. The text he sent out asking for help is almost delivered, just a few more seconds and that blue line will slide all the way to the right and Reo will be right down the elevator as soon as possible. 3…2…1…sent! There! You’ll both be saved!
But if Reo’s on the top floor in his room…why did his ringtone ding just meters away?
There’s a corpse laying in front of the elevator doors, mangled and bruised. How did Nagi not notice it before? Was he too distracted thinking of his closest and only friend he’s ever had? No way. The security team must have destroyed all of the zombies in the building already, he’s sure Reo and the others are fine— but why does that body look so familiar?
No.
It can’t be him.
Three steps away.
There’s got to be some kind of mistake here. A prank right?
Two steps away.
He can’t be dead. His best friend can’t be dead!
One.
“No…” With his voice trembling, he stands over his best friend’s body. Reo’s violet hair is drenched in blood, seemingly resembling the color of a plum rather than the typical lavender hue. If it were a normal day, Nagi would laugh at the awful color— telling his partner in crime that the shade didn’t suit him in the slightest and Reo would laugh in annoyance, aiming a ball straight for the taller boy’s head…but this isn’t a normal day. This is the end of the world; and that beautiful lavender flower that Nagi associated with his teammate is wilting. It’s dying. It’s dead along with the heartbeat within it. Reo is dead.
“Nagi. I need you to step back slowly.” He spins to see you with your barrel aimed at Reo’s corpse, but he can’t seem to move. It’s almost as if he’s been stunned, frozen in place with frostbite cementing his legs to the granite floors, and mouth encased in ice. He’s so overwhelmed that he can’t even open his mouth to give you a warning that there’s something moving behind you. Why can’t he speak? He needs to tell you! However, right when his teeth quiet their jitter, you’re tackled to the ground with a loud pummel.
Immediately, gunshots ring out in the grand hall. You’re firing in every direction in an attempt to blast off your opponent, but this zombie is particularly agile and you don’t have much room to move with your large shotgun…looking back in retrospect, giving Nagi your only handgun wasn’t the greatest idea.
“C’mon!” Repeatedly, you call out to him, but he remains paralyzed in fear. “Stop being useless!”
He watches as you struggle to wrestle off the infected woman, grunting and groaning with every punch you deal to its face. The skin on her cheeks is almost a greyish shade, discolored and decaying with a potent smell that burns his nostrils. It’s hard to tell who’s who under the blanket of shadows she’s trapped you under, but occasionally he catches a glimpse of golden eyes that tell him the zombie is still alive.
Somehow, with your almost supernatural raw strength, you’re able to hook your thighs around the zombie’s neck— pinning it down to the pearly floors and trapping it beneath your weight. It claws and cries out, desperately trying to escape your grasp, and Nagi almost feels bad for it. Just a few hours ago, this woman had a life. A real life that she likely looked forward to living every day; and now she’s nothing but a brainless carnivore with cannibalistic intentions. She could’ve been a mother. There could be a little boy out there missing her and waiting for her to come home, tell him that he’s safe, and that everything is going to be alright. When was the last time Nagi talked to his own mother? Why does he deserve to live and this woman doesn’t? Why is he so special that he was saved, while the rest of Tokyo was left to rot?
It isn’t fair.
None of it is fair.
He doesn’t deserve to live. He doesn’t deserve to be here.
He’s taken his life for granted from the moment he learned to walk. Why should you be wasting your time trying to get him to safety when he’s nothing more than absolutely useless? He needs to help.
He needs to be brave…
…but he misses his chance once more.
Letting out a wailing scream, you muster up enough energy to crush the woman’s head between your thighs, and Nagi is splattered with blood and guts. He doesn’t know how you’re so strong— it’s almost eerie in a way— but he’s more concerned with the state of your well-being. The look of exhaustion in your eyes acts as a glaring sun against his icy posture, and his feet are thawed from the floor, rushing towards you in mere seconds.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he kneels on the ground before you and cups your face closely, “Hey— hey, don’t close your eyes. I’m right here. Please stay awake.” Nagi doesn’t think his voice has ever been so gentle nor has he ever felt this kind of worry for a girl before. Sure, he hasn’t known you for long, but he knows he can’t go on without you. You’re a team and a team sticks together. You can’t die right here! He’s not going to allow that!— but before he can lift you up like the knight in shining armour he wishes he could be, there’s a faint rustling behind him…a familiar rustling. Nagi knows that sound. He knows those movements. He’s heard them a million times and he’d be able to recognize them even in the midst of Shibuya Crossing in the busy hours.
Where did Reo’s body go?
Perhaps it dissolved or maybe it was kicked aside in the midst of your fight.
That has to be it, right? Where else could he be?
Nagi’s confusion is understandable. He’s thinking rationally given the circumstances and his heartbeat is somewhat steady. The mass of his body hovers over yours in a protective stance, like a dragon guarding a princess, and for once he appears to be confident. However, that confidence has been set aflame. He can feel his blood racing, burning through his veins in fear and distress, and he wishes he could simply rip his vitals from his skin to destroy the wretched emotions. The sight before him is something out of a horror movie…a horror movie where Nagi is the main character.
“Oh fuck.”
Reo leaps out of the shadows before Nagi can even react.
There’s a blur of hands and feet, hitting and kicking at each other, and the snow haired boy never knew he was this agile. Reo is clearly doing his best to hit Nagi’s vital arteries; to which he’s blocking each attack with his forearms. This is chaos. He doesn't even have a second to think for himself and consider the possibility of blasting Reo’s head off with his handgun. He can’t do that…this is his best friend!
As Nagi’s leg lines up to knock him off his feet, Reo lunges down and grabs a hold of it. In a panic, he attempts to shake his friend off— wiggling his leg up and down whilst reaching for his combat knife in his back pocket— and slices the skin in between Reo’s forearm and bicep…which is ultimately ineffective. Oh, shit he just got angrier! Growling, zombie-fied Reo clasps his hands around Nagi’s waist, lifting him off the ground with ease and throwing him into the elevator doors. The sound of his body slamming against the metal slab rings out, echoing in the grand foyer and deafening Nagi’s left ear. His breathing is heavy and he feels like he can’t get a single ounce of air in his lungs. Everything seems to be blurry, foggy with mist covering his irises as he attempts to see what’s right in front of him.
A carnivorous Reo…
…and an unconscious you.
It’s clear to him what’s going on. There are two outcomes to this horrific situation and whatever decision Nagi makes is going to impact the rest of his life.
1.) Let you go and join the afterlife with his best friend.
2.) Save you and never see his best friend again.
His heart is at war within himself. One side fighting for Reo, the boy he’s known for so long. The boy he’s laughed and cried with. The boy who knows everything about him. The boy who believed in him when no one else did…until you came along.
Just the thought of seeing your lifeless eyes, bloodied body, and severed limbs flips a switch inside him— and Nagi finally comes to realize what’s happening. This isn’t Reo. This shell of a man with a monstrous hunger isn’t his best friend. Reo is a ghost now. He doesn’t exist anymore and now his body is being possessed by the undead, or whatever zombies are. He can miss his friend all he wants, but that doesn’t change the fact that the thing creeping towards you is nothing but a stranger who knows all of Nagi’s secrets.
It’s time for him to fight to live.
As he swiftly stands and tackles Reo to the floor, a wave of memories flash before Nagi’s eyes.
The moment he first heard Reo’s voice. It was light and friendly. He had used a tone that Nagi hadn’t ever heard before, and although he had no interest in playing soccer, he still wanted to impress the popular boy— not because he wanted a higher status or a girlfriend, but because he knew this stranger needed a friend…and he really needed a friend, too.
His palms grip Reo’s throat, ripping him off of your body.
The first time Reo laughed at something he said. It wasn’t intended to be funny, but the plum-haired boy couldn’t help but burst into a fit of giggles and Nagi found himself laughing as well. Sitting in the school courtyard, side-by-side with crumbling onigiri falling from their mouths, there’s no doubt that they looked like two elementary schoolers finding humor in something obscurely immature— but despite that, it’s one of his fondest memories.
Reo struggles against Nagi’s weight, pinned to the floor with nowhere to run.
When he’d first shown him his concerningly large collection of video games, Reo hadn’t batted an eye. In fact, the very next day, Nagi received a friend request from him. Which seemed like a small act at the time, until he found out that Reo had gone to the tech store and purchased an entire PC set up just so he could be the Player 2 to Nagi’s Player 1. They were partners in both the real and virtual world— an unstoppable pair that won more tournaments as time went on— and Nagi will never clean out his xbox inventory filled with their trophies.
His finger grazes the trigger.
This is it.
No more memories.
It’s time to say goodbye.
In movies, when the protagonist has to kill their loved one, a single tear rolls down their cheek.
For Nagi, his face drowns in his cries.
“I’m sorry.”
He’s gone.
“I love you.”
Reo’s body dissolves into ash…
…then dust…
…then nothing.
“I’m so sorry.”
PART TWO COMING IN THE NEAR FUTURE (i’m a slow writer pls forgive me)
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A-Z ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IDEAS:
A
afterlife
alien invasion
all female
all human
alpha/beta/omega dynamics
always a different gender/sex
amnesia
ancient era
angels & demons
animal shelter
another world
antique shop
apocalypse
army
arranged marriage
artists
art school
asgard
assassins & hitmen
atlantis
B
babysitters
bakery
ballet
blind date
boarding school
bodyswap
bookstore
bounty hunters
boxers
boy band
british
C
celebrity
character/actor swap
christmas
circus
civil war
coffee shops/cafes
college
cowboys & aliens
covid 19 pandemic
creatures & monsters
crime
criminals
cults
D
dance battle
dark fantasy
detective partners
different first meeting
different powers
dragon age
dungeons & dragons
dystopian
E
elfland
enemies to friends to lovers
everyone lives/nobody dies
F
faerie
fairytale
fake dating
fake relationship
fandom fusion
fans & fandom
fantasy
farm/ranch
firefighters
fix-it
flower shop
foster family
futuristic society
G
gangster
gang world
genderbending
genderswap
genie/djinn
ghost hunters
gladiators
gods & goddesses
gothic
guardian angel
H
harry potter and 1400s witch trials
heaven & hell
hollywood
horse racing
highschool
historical
hogwarts
homless
hospital
hunger games arena
I
ice skating/ice dancers
immortal
J
journalism
K
kings & queens
k-pop
L
laboratory
lawers
lifeguards
law enforcement
M
mafia
magic
magical creatures
medical
medieval fantasy
merepeople
military
mob
model/photographer
modern setting
monster hunters
mortal
muggle
mutants
multiverse
murder mystery
mythology
N
navy
neighbours
never met
ninjas
noir
noir detective
non-famous
non-magical
non-mutant
no powers
not related
no time travel
O
office
olympus
online dating
ordinary people
orphanage
P
paramedics
perspective change
pirate
podcast hosts
pompeii
powerswap
post-apocalyptic
prison ecsape
prom
psycics
Q
quest
quidditch
R
radioshow hosts
reincarnation
renaissance
restaurant
road trip
roaring twenties
robot uprising
rock star
roller derby
role swap/reversal
roommates
royalty
S
scientists
shakespeare
shapeshifter
siblings
shipwreck
single parent
snowed in
soulmates
space
spies & secret agents
spirits
spy
spyfi
steampunk
summer camp
sun flairs
superhero
supernatural
supernatural elements
T
tattoo parlour
theatre
thieves
time loops
time travel
trojan war setting
twins
U
urban fantasy
university
V
valhalla
vampire slayer
vegas
victorian era
video game world
vigilante
vikings
W
wedding planners
werecreatures
werewolf
western
witchcraft
world war i/world war ii
wormhole
Y
youtubers
Z
zombie apocalypse
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John Marston -
Strangers, Survival & Tempation
Undead Nightmare John.
Female reader, no Y/N or oc name used.
CW : Sex, lots of of unprotected sex. Cunnilingus, blow job, fingering, more unprotected sex, finishing inside.
Word count : 4029
You were surrounded by zombies, each one getting closer and closer. Your gun was out of bullets.
You screamed for help, but you knew this was the end since you were in the middle of nowhere, during a zombie apocalypse no less.
Your scream gets interrupted by gunshots, before you can even register what has happened, all the zombies lie headless on the ground.
"Miss? We need to get out of here, right now! More of them are coming." Your saviour shouted from on top of his horse.
His horse looked weird.. almost as if it was on fire.
You didn't question it as you grab his hand and fling yourself onto the horse. You wrap your arms around the man as he starts riding away fast.
"Thank you, mister uhh.." You mutter.
"Marston. John Marston. I'm taking you to my ranch, it's not safe here."
After about 15 minutes you two reach his ranch, Beecher's Hope he called it.John led you into the house, it had a nice country charm to it.
The windows and backdoor were barred up.
"Well, this is it in all its glory. Make yourself at home, you can stay here until it's safe again." He smiled at you as he walked to the fireplace and started lighting it.
"Thank you, for saving me..and bringing me here. I'd be dead without you mister Marston."
"It's no trouble." He said as he pulled out a flask from his pocket and offering it to you. "You look like you need it."
"Thanks, I do need it." You say, grabbing the flask and taking a long sip.
John sat down at the table and pulled out a deck of cards. "Do you know how to play black jack?" He asked, shuffling the cards.You nodded and joined him at the table.
"Well, if you're gonna be staying here, we might as well enjoy ourselves." He said, flipping over the top card of the deck. "Okay, hit or stay?"
The two of you laughed and joked throughout the night, talking about anything and everything.
The sun started to rise and John groaned as he stretched his arms out. "Damn, we must've been playing for hours." He chuckled.
You rub your eyes sleepily.
"We should probably get some sleep now. You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch" He suggested.
"No, John I couldn't possibly-"
"I insist. Please." He interrupted you.
You eventually give in and open the door to his bedroom. "Goodnight mister Marston., and thank you again:"
"Goodnight, and please, call me John." He smiles as he walks to the living room couch and lays down.
You walk into his bedroom and close the door behind you.
As the hours flew by, you woke up to your stomach growling. You realized you hadn't eaten anything in days.
You groan as you get up slowly, you heard footsteps from the kitchen as you approached it. John was already up.
John was over by the stove, making what smelled like grits.
"Good morning, how are you feeling?" He said as he noticed you walking in.
"Hungry." You say groggily.
"Yeah, I figured. Go sit down, I'll bring you something." John chuckled as he stirred whatever was in the pot.
You slowly walked to the dining area and slumped onto a chair. You noticed the table was already set.
A few moments later John walks over with the pot and sets it on the table.
He took your bowl and piled grits onto it. He set the plate in front of you, took grits for himself and sat down.
You couldn't resist devouring the entire bowl in a spawn of a few minutes, you were starving.
John looked at you, noticing that your plate was empty.
"That good?" He chuckled.
Suddenly, he froze as he stared out of the window between the blanks.
"Did you hear that?" He whispered.
"No, what did you hear?" You whispered back.
"I heard something outside, it sounded like a zombie."
You both sat there in silence as you listened to the rustling outside.
John motioned for you to follow him as he stood up from the table, grabbing the rifle that was leaning against the wall.
You grab your newly loaded gun too and you two make your way to the front door.
John opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. You could see the sun wasn't up yet, and a heavy fog made it impossible to see much.
Then, you heard something behind you.
You turned around in terror, seeing a figure right behind you. His face was covered in wounds and dirt, his clothes torn and stained with blood.
He smelled rotten. He looked at you and bared his teeth as he growled. He grabs you, making you scream.
John turned around as he heard your scream, aiming his rifle at the figure.
He pulled the trigger, and a single shot pierced the zombies skull.
The zombie released you from its grip as it dropped to the floor, leaving a puddle of blood on the porch.
"Are you alright? He didn't get you, did he?" John asked frantically, checking you for bites and scratches.
"I'm okay.. Thank you." You say, panting as you collapse onto your knees.
"C'mon, let's go back inside." John helped you up and led you back into the house, closing the door behind him.
It took you a moment to catch your composure as you sat down on the couch. John sat down on the chair next to you, he looked tired.
"That was too close.." He noticed you were also exhausted.
He stood up and grabbed a blanket from the cabinet placing it over you. He started walking into the kitchen.
"I'm gonna make myself coffee, you want some?" He asked.
"I'd love some, thanks John."
John nods and goes into the kitchen, a few minutes later he comes back with two cups of coffee.
He hands the other one to you. "Just be aware, I didn't have any sugar."
"That's fine." You take the cup from him and take a sip of your coffee.
John hummed as he placed his cup on the coffee table.
"Are you okay, missy?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Alive atleast. Are you okay? You look really tired, John."
"Yeah.. It's been a tough couple weeks, I won't lie. Haven't really been able to sleep."
"You should take a nap, I'll keep watch, okay?" You offered.
John nodded and walked towards his bedroom.
As he walked off, you could hear him talking to himself softly as he climbed into bed and turned off the light.
You spent the next two hours keeping watch, but nothing happened.
Until you hear a loud bang outside.
You jumped as the noise startled you.
To your surprise, John didn't wake up to it.
You could feel the hairs on your back stand up as you listened closely for other sounds. Nothing.
You go out onto the porch, with your gun in hand. You heard a faint moaning sound from the distance.
It seemed to get closer and closer.
A zombie emerged from the fog, it shambled its way towards you as it moaned again.
As more zombies emerge, you shout for John with all your might but he doesn't wake up.
You couldn't see well in the fog, but you knew they were getting closer. You start to back away towards the door.
You shoot the zombie closest to you and shout for John again.
As you shot the zombie, another one emerged from the fog.
The noise of the gunshot combined with your shouting immediately woke John up.
He jumped up from his bed, only wearing a union suit, with the upper half pulled down and wrapped around his waist.
He grabbed the rifle and ran to your aid as the zombies approached you. You watched in fright as John shot all of the zombies.
He turned to you with a worried look on his face, he was about to say something before you interrupted him.
"Look out!" You shouted as a zombie approached John from behind. You shot it in the head and it fell down.
More zombies approached you both as you and John kept firing at them. You noticed that the fog was starting to dissipate, as light illuminated your way.
The light made it easier for you to see the zombies, making it possible for you to finish off the rest of them.
After several minutes of shooting, all of the zombies were destroyed.
You and John panted.
"Well, that definitely woke me up!" John chuckled. He still looked exhausted.
"I'm gonna make more coffee." He said as you two walked inside. You finally noticed he was only wearing a union suit, which made you blush.
John walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee for himself. You watched him do this out of the corner of your eyes, feeling oddly attracted to him.
His muscles flexed as he lifted the cup to his lips, which only made your attraction grow as you watched him.
He didn't notice your gaze even when he walked back into the living room and sat down on the chair.
You could feel your cheeks turning red as your gaze wandered below his waist, the way the union suit was wrapped around him left a little bit of his happy trail peeking out.
This caused you to stare for longer than considered polite.
John stopped drinking, you stop staring quickly. He had noticed you staring at this stomach.
"What?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
He shifted in his seat as he looked down at his body, making everything even more visible to you.
"Nothing!" You said.
John looked at you, and he noticed that you were blushing. He looked a bit confused but he didn't mention it.
He then sighed and put his coffee cup down. "I'm gonna get dressed." He said and stood up.
Your gaze wandered to his thighs and his... bulge? Your face turned even redder.
John noticed that you were staring. He cleared his throat as he walked out of the living room and over to the bedroom,
grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt from his closet. You watched as he put them in, your eyes remaining in the same spot.
You felt your face getting hotter and hotter, as it felt impossible to look away from his quite huge bulge.
You finally manage to look away as he steps out of the bedroom.
"You alright? You're really quiet. " He asked, tilting his head.
"I was just uh... dissociating." You lie.
John raised an eyebrow as he looked at you.
"Are you sure? I thought you were looking at something." He looked down at himself again.
"Do I have something on me, like a stain or something?" He then asked.
You could still see his bulge as he sat back down on the chair.
"Huh? No, no." You shook your head.
John looked over at you, his face filled with confusion.
But he soon let out a laugh, "I'm just joking with you! I think I know what you were staring at." He said with a wink.
You heard the floorboards creak as he slowly moved his foot, causing his bulge to move slightly.
The action made your face burn as you tried to avoid looking.
The heat was almost unbearable, and you started to wonder what it would feel like to touch him there, what he would feel like inside you.
"I wasn't looking at anything, like I said, I was dissociating."
"Oh, come on, now." John said, his eyebrows raised.
"I noticed your eyes looking down there." He looked over at your face as he spoke, seeing that you were still burning from embarrassment.
"I like you looking there." He said as he moved his foot, causing his bulge to become even more noticeable.
You let out a low, quiet growl at his response.
John looked down at your body as you let out that growl.
He looked back up at you, seeing that you were staring at his body.
He smirked, "Like what you see?" he asked, moving his foot in a way that made his bulge bounce slightly.
He then looked down at himself. He pulled his shirt up slightly, showing off his fit body, muscles and happy trail.
John smiled, "I think you love what you're seeing."
He could see you gazing at his body, looking at every inch as your eyes traced each muscle and curve.
Your eyes met his as you stared at him.
"Do you like this?" he asked, biting his lip.
"Do you.. like this?" You unbutton your shirt and slide it off, leaving you in your bra and jeans.
John's eyes widened slightly as he took in your beautiful figure.
He remained speechless, not able to process what was happening in that moment.
His eyes traced every curve, muscle, and detail as he took in your body.
Then, he cleared his throat and nodded.
"Yes." He said after a moment. "I... I love what I'm seeing."
You slowly got up from the couch, slid off your jeans and got on his lap, straddling him.
You could feel his bulge pressing against you as he looked down at you.
You could see the heat in his eyes, as he took in your gorgeous body.
"
You know you didn't have to do that," he whispered, biting his lip.
"I wanted to.. I want you." You whisper in his ear as you rub yourself against him.
His breathing became heavier as he watched you rub yourself against.
His hands gripped the armrests tightly as he tried to keep control over himself.
The heat between you increased dramatically as you both started getting aroused by one another.
"Jesus Christ... Fuck..." he whispered under his breath.
You kiss him as you keep moving. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his desire grow as he felt you pressed against him.
He felt himself getting even harder as he continued to kiss you.
You unbutton his shirt slowly, sliding it off. Your fingers traces his chest and all the way down to his happy trail.
He groaned softly as he broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as he stared up at you.
"Please.." he begged quietly, reaching out for you. He wanted nothing more than to have you right now.
His hands sneaked behind your back and he unclasped your bra.
His eyes widened as he saw your breasts, his mouth falling slightly open in surprise.
He could feel his body shaking as he watched you. "Fuck..." he whispered, reaching out to touch them gently.
You moan softly as you feel his mouth wrap around your left nipple.
He began sucking hungrily on it, flicking his tongue across it as he did so. His hand reached up and cupped your other breast, squeezing it gently as he suckled on it.
You pulled his jeans down just enough to free his cock, you spat onto your hand and gave his cock a few strokes.
You pushed your panties to the side and aligned his cock with your entrance. He groaned as you slid down on his cock.
His hands gripped your hips tightly as he felt you wrap yourself around him, taking him fully inside you.
He felt his body tense as he felt how tight you were around him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted you right now.
You rest against his chest, moaning in pleasure and pain from how big he is. His cock was filling you up so well.
As you rested against him, he wrapped an arm around you and held you close to him.
"Oh god... You're so fucking perfect, so tight" he said breathlessly, looking deep into your eyes as he thrust slowly but firmly inside of you.
"You're so big.." You groaned against his neck.
He chuckled softly.
"Is that a complaint?" he asked teasingly, beginning to pick up speed as he fucked you.
You moan against his neck, gripping his shoulders as he fucks you.
He moaned too, kissing along your jawline as he picked up pace.
"Good girl..." *he murmured, continuing to pound away.
He could feel you tighten around him as you kept moaning, his own release building up as he continued to fuck you.
He could no longer hold off, his own orgasm crashing through him as he pounded away inside of you, his cum spilling into you as his body trembled.
"Oh my.." You say, panting.
He smiled weakly."Yeah? Was that okay?" he teased playfully, still buried deep within you.
His voice was shaky from exhaustion, but he didn't want to stop yet. Not until he knew you were satisfied too.
"Fuck.."
He gave you a hard and fast thrust, going as deep as he could.
"Oh yes, John!" You scream out in pleasure at the unexpected thrust.
He laughed happily, grabbing your hips tightly as he began slamming himself into you even harder than before.
"That's what I thought.." he growled huskily, burying himself completely inside of you once more.
He was determined to make sure you got everything you needed tonight.
He could feel you clenching around him as he fucked you, your body responding perfectly to his every move.
It made him even more turned on, his pace never slowing down.
His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he slammed himself deeper inside of you, moaning loudly with each movement.
The sound alone sent shivers through you, making you squirm on top of him.
"Ahh..fuck!" He groaned.
He kept up his intense pace, feeling like he could go on forever with this.
Your moans of pleasure were the best reward he could ever ask for.
"That's it...take it.." He felt you tighten around him as he continued to pound you.
His breathing became heavier as well, sweat dripping down his face.
His entire being seemed focused on just getting you to climax.
He finally gave one final powerful thrust, holding it there as he let out a loud moan.
He filled you with his warm seed, not stopping even when he was done.
You moan loudly as you orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock.
He pulled out of you then rolled you onto your stomach on the chair.
He entered you from behind, pounding away at you as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
"Like this?" You nod in response as he continued to fuck you, playing with your clit as he held onto you tightly.
He could feel you starting to tense up, just before he felt you orgasm on his cock and fingers.
He groaned loudly, pushing himself deeper into you as he felt you clenching around him again. He followed shortly after.
"Good girl..." He kissed your neck softly as he finished filling you up with his cum again.
"That was so good.." You groaned. He chuckled.
"Yeah? You liked it?" He asked teasingly, pulling out of you slowly.
"I think I should clean you up.." He winked playfully.
He got onto his knees in front of the chairs and spread your cheeks.
Running his tongue across your slit gently, causing goosebumps all over your skin.
You grab onto the chair and moan. He smiled, kissing your inner thigh.
He stuck his tongue out, licking you slowly as he pushed your legs further apart.
He kissed your clit gently, running his tongue over the sensitive bud.
"Don't stop.." You moaned out.
He kept going, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over it.
Your breathing became heavy as you started moaning louder. As you got closer to the edge, he sped up.
His hands gripped your thighs tightly as you felt your orgasm approach.
You groaned as you came again, your body trembling. He didn't stop until you were completely spent.
"Such a good girl," he whispered softly in your ear before pulling away from you and standing up.
He slapped your ass and groaned as he watched it jiggle.
You slowly slid off the chair, getting on your trembling knees in front of him.
You take his cock into your hand and give it a few strokes before getting closer to it and taking it into your mouth.
He groaned, his hips jerking forward as your lips wrapped around his cock.
His hands ran through your hair, gently guiding you up and down his shaft.
"That's it baby.." He whispered.
After several minutes of this, he pulled himself out of your mouth.
"This can wait, I need you." He pushed you onto the cow pelt on the floor.
He hovered over you, slowly kissing his way down your neck, tracing your body with his eyes.
Your body was now pressed up against his as his hand moved up your thigh.
You could see the lust in his eyes as he lowered his head towards your chest.
He kissed your chest gently, kissing his way to your nipple. You let out a soft moan as his mouth and hands began to explore your body.
His hands moved lower and lower, as he looked up at your face with lust.
You could feel your heart racing as John kissed his way back up.
His lips met your neck again, sending shivers down your spine.
"Oh, god," you whispered, breathing heavily.
You felt a wave of pleasure go through your body as John slipped a finger inside you, trying to push his cum back into you.
You felt your legs tense up, and your body slowly tensed.
John moved his free hand over your chest, and gently massaged your nipple with his fingers.
He moved his finger slowly, getting you used to the feeling before adding another.
He moaned as he felt your wetness around his fingers.
He kissed your neck, whispering in your ear. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard," his words make you moan.
His fingers leave your nipple as he rests that hand on your hip for support.
His fingers curve and his thumb rubs your clit. He felt his cock growing hard again as he pleasured you.
He added a third finger, curving them as he fucked you slowly, thrusting them in and out of you.
Your body tenses and you let out a small cry as John's fingers hit that spot.
You begin to move your hips in rhythm with his fingers, pushing back against him.
As he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, he leaned down and bit your shoulder softly, enjoying how much it made you squirm.
He continued kissing your neck, sucking on your skin softly. You let out a soft moan, your hips rocking against his hand.
You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.
You moaned loudly, unable to hold back anymore. You felt yourself getting closer, your hips bucking against his hand wildly.
"Yessss.. come for me baby.." His voice deepened as he moved his fingers faster inside you, feeling you get closer.
Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, squeezing him as your body tensed up.
You let out a loud moan as you came, juices flowing from you onto his hand.
He grunted as he kept fingering you until you calmed down.
He pulled his fingers out slowly and sucked them clean.
He kissed your neck and teased you with his cock, as positioned himself at your entrance once more.
He slowly pushed in, feeling every muscle tighten around him as he did.
"Oh fuck.." He cried out happily, burying his face in your neck as he began to thrust.
He picked up your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he pounded into you, moaning with every thrust.
He reached between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb lightly.
"Oh yes!" You moaned.
He kept going, still rubbing his thumb against your clit while thrusting hard enough to make you breathless.
His grip tightened around your thighs as he neared his climax.
"I'm so close baby..." He panted, looking deep into your eyes as he thrusted even deeper inside you, wanting to watch you come undone.
You moaned loudly, feeling the waves of pleasure crash down on you as he continued to fuck you.
You screamed his name over and over again, your voice hoarse from all the shouting.
His thrusts became even harder and faster as he felt you getting closer.
You let out a scream as he hit your g-spot perfectly, bringing you to one of the most intense orgasms of your life.
He let out a growl as he reached his orgasm, his semen filling you up as his thrusts slowed down.
Your walls squeezed tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth.
He groaned deeply, burying his face in your breasts again, biting one nipple roughly this time.
He let go of your nipple and collapsed on top of you. His cock was still buried inside you, twitching every few seconds.
After a few minutes of rest he finally pulls out.
"Let's take this to the bedroom" he says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.
Kicking the door closed behind you, he lays down gently and places you on top of him.
"Ride me baby," he growls.
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The locked tomb western au ive been cooking up with @wanderingcrow
Gideon and Harrow are ranch hands on death heads ranch which is famous for its designer cows with skeleton patterning. Ianthes horse is named Cytherea and throws her at one point breaking her arm. How is she gonna win the barrel racing competition now?!!!??? Also theres zombies but dw abt it.
#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#ianthe tridentarius#cytherea loveday#low side of the road
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Some things you can't make up. Above I added only the arrow to the frothing MAGA zombie trying to participate in the Trump attempted coup in that screen cap.
When I watch Jan. 6 footage I see a wall of white racists foaming at the mouth
An estimated 2,000 terrorists invaded the Capitol on January 6th. About 65% of them have been nabbed so far. Three more were taken into custody in Ron DeSantis's Florida on the anniversary.
Multiple Jan. 6 fugitives arrested at Florida ranch 3 years after Capitol attack: FBI
The FBI is still seeking suspected terrorists who took part in the Capitol assault. See if you recognize any of these frothing fascists...
Capitol Violence Images — FBI
Here's recently released footage of the screeching MAGA hyenas attempting to force their way into the House chamber.
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#assault on the us capitol by pro-trump terrorists#january 6th#law enforcement#republicans#frothing at the mouth#white supremacy#white racists foaming at the mouth#racism#coup attempt#donald trump#lock them up!#democracy vs. dictatorship#election 2024
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crying, been rewatching and I love how BigB plays in his episode 4 Double Life POV (where he's a red life).
Just starts dropping "I came here to kill you" in casual conversation.
Leaving cryptic signs everywhere. Urging people to read his signs. Scott called him out on a sign and his defense was "I'm red."
Threatens a dog so it doesn't get any ideas about letting on that he was snooping around.
Starts breaking agreements he made with Grian [secret soulmates, don't tell Ren about this] and just throwing around phrases like "I wasn't supposed to do this but I'm feeling spicy <3"
Absolutely tripping over himself and spluttering about how he "can't control himself, he's on red now" as his grand excuse for the horrifically cruel act of leaving a 1-star review on Scott's couples therapy session.
/gripping his sword, pacing back and forth and talking about the Relationship Ranch: "You want me to take him out of business??"
"Someone paid me to kill you, you wanna pay me more and I'll look the other way?"
/flirts with Grian, gets a bunch of gifts off him, takes off running: "Ren's gonna be so proud of me!! :D" -> Buddy, Ren's been going through every stage of grief over you cheating on him
stands on a ledge and starts pep talking all the zombies
follows Bdubs inside after the pool party, quietly closes the door, then turns back and starts creeping up on him before taking a huge axe swing
Episode 4 BigB <3
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𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝
i realized i've talked about this wip on here before, but i haven't actually made any sort of intro to it before now? so that's what this is! the plot is extremely bare bones right now so there's not a lot of detail to get into there but i still wanted to share because i've been thinking a lot about this story recently, so here it is!
𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 ⋆｡°✩
genres: weird western, supernatural, romance
target length: novel
setting: fantasy frontier called tallakeen, a place widely known as the land "where the dead don't stay that way"
rating + content warnings: like most of my other works, "adriana & the undead" is intended for mature/adult audiences. content warnings include graphic violence, gore, cannibalism, zombie-related horror, death, parricide, references to mariticide, sexual content, language, hallucinations, and likely others that i'm either not remembering or will think of in the future.
summary: after achieving immortality in order to escape the results of the famous bite of the tallakeeno undead, ranch hand adriana montero is left a dead woman walking, and what seems at first to be her savior quickly becomes her condemnation. now stuck in the centuries-long cycle of eternal life, the only interest in her stagnant existence is her rivalry with death himself—or, the marshal, as she calls him. that is, until a charming, yet somehow repulsive stranger approaches her at the saloon with a perplexing proposition, one that sets her on a quest for the key to mortality with death at her side.
𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⋆｡°✩
adriana montero — the immortal
⋆ main character
⋆ she/her
⋆ former ranch hand, now a loan ranger who roams tallakeen
⋆ very reckless, does dangerous things for the sake of it because there will never be any real consequences for her
⋆ sees and experiences things that aren't real from time to time as a result of the wound that should have killed her, can come off as detached from reality at times
the marshal — death
⋆ love interest to adriana
⋆ he/him
⋆ supernatural entity with the task of taking dead souls to the afterlife
⋆ cannot actually enter the afterlife, meaning he is perpetually stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dead
⋆ kind and gentle by nature, but he and adriana antagonize each other so intensely that he can seem downright cruel and malicious at times
vince cooley — the villain
⋆ main antagonist
⋆ he/him
⋆ the only other immortal adriana has ever encountered
⋆ quoted in my notes as being a "hot, sexy scumbag"
⋆ has a very attractive and charming persona, but is really just a cruel, entirely self-serving person beneath his sugarcoated and suave facade
lucy cannon — the outlaw
⋆ secondary antagonist
⋆ she/her
⋆ outlaw and bandit with a proficiency with firearms
⋆ allies and has a troublesome and perplexing temporary relationship with vince—she reminds him of someone from his past, and they are both using each other as means to an end, just with a little more than they bargained for on the side
an abbreviated version of this wip's playlist can also be found here!
there's the crash course, hope yall like the sound of it :)
#wip : adriana & the undead#wip#my wips#wip intro#wip introduction#writeblr#creative writing#wipsbymor#wild west#western#weird west#zombies#fantasy#grim reaper#cowboycore
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Day 423: A strange crew stop by the ranch to trade and get assistance with a peculiar project. They’ve reclaimed a broadcast station up in the mountains and are distributing equipment to help everyone friendly keep in touch. Luckily the ranch already has an old radio set up in the office, so they give them a hand and advice on where to look and where to avoid.
Zloy has chronic get-bitten-by-zombies-every-time-he-turns-a-corner disease so he stays in the station.
#solidaritygaming#tango tek#pixlriffs#lyarrah#team rancher#hermitcraft recap#rancher apocalypse au#fanart#biopunk#nature#character#scene#background#art#sketch#colour#Hybbart
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being with izuku + katsuki during the zombie apocalypse 😵😵💫
izuku is overbearing and always checking you out for injuries and triple checking to make sure that places are clear/safe.
katsuki is a grumpy brute that takes his anger out on slow moving hoards of zombies. brings you nice/useful stuff he finds when he goes on supply runs.
cuddled up with both of them by the fire in your safe cabin.
i’m losing my mind. i love zombies
GOD i have such a vision...
izuku's the leader.. im sorry but he's gotta be. izuku's the leader through and through. he can come across overbearing and a little soft, especially because he's so intent on EVERYONE'S safety, not just the majority. the first impression that you get from him is that he's too soft. he'll get people killed. but then a switch in him flips when other humans are threatening camp and he just... doesn't hesitate. he doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger one, two, three times.
and katsuki who is tougher, who insists that he doesn't try to save everyone, but tries again and again anyway. katsuki who lost a lot at the beginning and never quite recovered from it. you assume that he's too harsh, to bluntly spoken. honestly, at first, you sometimes think that he'll eventually cause irreparable problems in the group. but as you watch him, you notice that while he seems distant, he takes care of people a lot more that many others. that he's gentle and what he does, he usually does for someone else's betterment.
n at first, i think you're more drawn to izukui (kiri too). the two of them are so... deeply charming. they radiate being good, even if izuku can sometimes become a bit frightening when his community is threatened. you suppose everyone can. still, at first, they're the two that you find yourself thinking about most. izuku's natural, sort of maternal, state of caring for other people. his worries and his anxieties laid so plainly on his sleeve. and he likes you too, you think. maybe it's special attention because you're new, or maybe it's special attention because izuku thinks your special. whatever the reason, izuku is your post-apocalyptic first pick.
then, you run into katsuki by the creek on the east of the makeshift farm/ranch where you've all decided to settle. he's crouching by the water, a large bucket of dry clothes on one side and a bucket of wet ones in the other and he's running a piece of clothing over the washboard. the water babbles drown out the sound of your steps, but katsuki whips around like he heard it anyway. then, he gruffly asks what you're doing here and invites you to sit. that's probably when you started to see katsuki a little differently. huddled up, doing laundry because "it's easy work and the help was needed". it just sort of transforms your image of him a little. he's not cold, he's just guarded, and you find it endearing that he's made space for you on the rock he's crouched on without even needing to ask.
so at night, you squeeze yourself between the two around a fire and get to know their dynamic. it sort of humanizes them for you. they become not just survivors, but undoubtedly human.
yeah....
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