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sj-ficrecs · 4 months ago

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fic rec 16!

SO! i haven’t been reading fic in a long time bc i’ve been reading books BUT, discovered this fic rec in my drafts from 2022 lol oops!

This is purely a fic rec blog, always reblogging fics I enjoy. usually Bucky x reader, sometimes Steve x reader, Chris Beck x reader, etc. So check out more I’ve reblogged on this page. :)

PREVIOUS FIC RECS HERE! // Q & A

Bucky x reader:

A Correspondence of Obligations by @pellucid-constellations prince!Bucky x princess!reader

“ Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.”

Sky Full of Song by @wkemeup pirate!Bucky x pirate/siren!reader

“Despite the bitter resentment of the crew, you found a home on Captain Barnes’ ship; on the ocean where you belonged, at the side of a captain you swore loyalty and heart to. But when course is plotted for a legendary island, the secret that has kept you alive for years is threatened to be revealed.”

Starting Gate by @navybrat817 motocross!Bucky x reader

“You attract the attention of your coworker's friend who just happens to be a handsome racer who plays for keeps.”

Oath by @softlybarnes (part of the Sugar series but can be reader alone) 40s Bucky x reader

“Bucky finally proposes to Y/N.”

Awake My Soul by @foreverindreamlandd Bucky x reader (Zombie apocalypse au)

“It’s been five years since zombies first started walking the Earth, destroying anything and everything in their wake. Now, in this apocalyptic world, fighting for survival comes as naturally as breathing. The one thing you’ve learned ever since they arrived, though, is that the living can be so much more dangerous than the undead. When you stumble across two young, scared boys lost in the woods and being chased by walkers, you go against your better judgment and help them to safety. Little did you know that helping them would lead you to Bucky - an angry, grumpy, distrusting member of the camp Shield. Bucky has zero interest in having you enter his life. He’s been hurt before and lost too many people to risk experiencing that kind of pain again, and he knows that there are secrets you aren’t telling the group. Yet, when push comes to shove, and you’re put at risk, he’ll stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain college athlete!Bucky x reader

“You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.”

Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy Bucky x reader

“bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.”

Recipe for Disaster by @seventven dad’s best friend!Bucky x reader

“your dad’s best friend bucky knows you have a crush on him. your parents invite him to join your family for the annual winter vacation”

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

“Bucky Barnes. The boy next door. Your brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve been in love with for as long as you can remember. Unrequited, that is, seeing that he only thinks of you as a sister (at least, that’s what you always thought). It’s been about a decade since you’ve returned home and reunited with the boy - now man - with stunning blue eyes and a smile that still puts a million butterflies in your stomach. You never expected to come back, thinking that you’d spend the rest of your life as a famous artist in Los Angeles with your boyfriend/manager. But things change, life gets messy, and now you’re back in your childhood bedroom living with your mom and working at the townie bar to make ends meet while you try to figure out what the hell to do next. The one thing that hasn’t changed? Bucky Barnes is still the boy next door, and there’s no running from him this time.”

Love in Four Acts by @chouettedubois neighbor MCU Bucky x nurse!reader

“You’re a nurse living in Brooklyn. You’ve got a crush on your next door neighbour who doesn’t seem to know you exist. One day his cat finds its way into your apartment, forcing you both to finally meet. That’s when you learn that he’s James Buchanan Barnes, ex-Winter Soldier. Well, there goes your chances. Or maybe getting close to a superhero isn’t as far-fetched as it sounds.”

Plaything part one + two by @captain-buckyyy virgin!Bucky x reader

“bucky’s innocence is just too much for you to resist”

calamitous love series by @classylo princess!reader x commoner!bucky

“Reader is a modern princess under immense pressure to marry before she takes the crown, she choose her Prince Charming four years ago… but he didn’t choose her back. He left her with a broken heart and her kingdom to rule alone. Four years later, reader is in an arranged engagement with a man who she can see herself loving… one day… everything seems to be falling into place until her original prince shows up at her engagement party determined to win her back before her wedding day.”

Not Even a Little by @intrepidacious roommate!Bucky x reader, modern au

“The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it’s a bad idea. And you have.”

Followed You by @cwbucky Bucky x reader

“You meet this guy named Bucky through Instagram. Even though neither of you knows what the other person looks like, you two immediately connect. Things get complicated when you start your new job at Stark Industries and you catch a glimpse of the handsome Sergeant Barnes.”

Matched by @nony-bear Alpha!Bucky x omega!reader

“Bucky Barnes always dreamed of settling down with a mate but after decades of trauma leaving him a grumpy old man with a robotic arm he’s convinced no one could love an alpha like him. Begrudgingly he follows his therapist advice and enrolls in the Swan Program a mate matching program offered but the new aged bio-tech company Mate-Tech”

Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic trainer!Bucky x plus size!reader

“You’re determined to come out of this breakup a better you, but Bucky likes the you you are.”

King in Your Story by @sinner-as-saint viking!Bucky x princess!reader

“Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.”

Oh Baby, Oh Baby by @tooearlyforthis Bucky x reader

“As a new recruit, y/n isn’t allowed to go on all the missions yet. To make matters worse, they left behind another, someone that she had despised ever since she first stepped foot in the compound - James Buchanan Barnes.”

Before You by @m4tthewmurd0ck prince!Bucky x baker!reader

reader is a baker who happens to work at a shop the royals enjoy getting baked goods from :)

Steve Rogers x reader:

Rising Tide by @pellucid-constellations surfer!Steve x reader

“A relationship built up from the ocean floor, you and Steve had lifetime worth of memories—most best friends did. But things were beginning to change, unspoken feelings creating a rift that cast a shadow over the bond you called home. Unfortunately for you, rip currents are often hardest to spot in the dark”

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sluttyten · 5 months ago

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mine for the taking (Raw | Part 1)

Kinktober Day 13 | Taeyong Masterlist | YangYang Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: zombie apocalypse au, cnc, bondage, outdoor sex, oral sex, face fucking, threesome, dirty talk, praise

length: 6194

When the world fell to shit, it took a little while before you found yourself in a safe and comfortable nest surrounded and protected by two men that you now trusted with your life.

YangYang and Taeyong were the two men responsible for your safety. They were simultaneously very different and very much alike.

Mostly what they had in common was their attraction to you.

There were some days when the streets outside your hideaway in the city grew too packed with a passing horde of zombies, so the three of you would hunker down, tiptoeing around the place in the quiet and the dark. You began to develop a sign language with each other during those times when you couldn’t speak aloud, a silent method of communication through looks, expressions, and hand gestures.

The three of you relied on each other more than you’d ever thought that you would rely on another person. Every day you were putting all of your trust in Taeyong and YangYang. You were trusting that they would come back home each evening, trusting that YangYang wouldn’t just leave you to be torn apart when you get cornered on a food run one day, trusting that Taeyong knows what he’s talking about when he tells you an admittedly disgusting way to sneak through the masses of zombies when necessary - coating yourself in their essence to mask the smell of your human life.

For months, they are only your companions. They’re the two that saved you when you’d been clinging to life on a radio tower with a pack of ten zombies trying to get you. They showed you back into the city, welcomed you into their hideaway on the third floor of an abandoned office building they’d cleared and fortified. They fed you, armed you, and gave you somewhere that finally felt safe to fall asleep in, though you were on guard for the first two weeks before you finally felt relaxed and trusting enough to fall asleep on your pallet of blankets in the office between the two they slept in.

After you find it in your heart to trust them, it doesn’t take long for your heart to start feeling other things. It’s almost as if between one day and the next you develop a crush on Taeyong. You spend an embarrassing chunk of time admiring his hands as he ties knots in a net he’s going to take down to the river for fishing. You begin to notice that he’s actually insanely handsome even though his hair has grown long and it looks a bit silly with the grown out dye-job.

And it’s not just Taeyong.

You find yourself watching YangYang too, the curl of his lips and the sly glide of his eyes as he makes a dirty joke that makes Taeyong groan but sends you into peals of laughter. You can’t peel your eyes away when YangYang takes his shirt off to sunbathe on the roof of the building one day while you’re attempting to plant a rooftop garden. You know he caught you looking half a dozen times, but he doesn’t comment, just smiles brightly.

They’re just your companions, just your survival buddies until one evening when that changed.

An afternoon supply run ran a little long. The convenience store Taeyong led the three of you to was beside a pharmacy, and beside that was a bookstore, and on the other side of that was another store, and your trio just kept finding reasons to look through each shop as if this was nothing more than just a day out shopping with friends before the fall of the civilized world.

But you went into a whole row of shops, only realizing how long you were taking once the sky outside began to fill in with dense black storm clouds

Evening came early that day, and with it came a downpour, lightning and thunder.

The three of you shoved your discoveries into your bags, and you ran back through the city to your office building. Halfway there, you ran headfirst into a pack of swirling, confused zombies milling about in the storm.

YangYang strikes first as you try to untangle yourself from the zombie you ran into. His machete shears straight through a skull, spattering you with gore. You push away the corpse, reaching for your knife.

There are more zombies than you first realized as more of them keep pouring out of the surrounding buildings and side streets.

Taeyong fights at your side, his arm constantly swinging as he lands hits with a crowbar, his other hand fast with a knife as secondary protection.

The three of you fight your way through the zombies as lightning flashes and thunder booms, and still the rain pours down. You’re cold and soaked to the bone by the time you shove the last zombie off the end of your blade. It splashes to the ground, and you find yourself laughing as you tilt your face up to the sky, feeling the rain wash away the remnants of the fight from your skin.

YangYang laughs too, both of you filled with adrenaline now after the fight for your lives, and Taeyong just grabs you both to resume the run back to the office building.

You’re still buzzing as you make it inside your safe haven. YangYang is just as excited, recalling his favorite parts of that battle, telling you and Taeyong how cool you both looked, his favorite close call. Taeyong had concealed his excitement until you were all safely inside, but now his energy is apparent too. All three of you are just filled with high energy and nowhere to expend it.

Until the wild, racy thought hits you.

You kiss Taeyong, and not wanting YangYang to feel left out, you drag him closer by the belt loops. He fits against your side, and with Taeyong along your front, you feel warm and safe between them.

Taeyong kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment, taking full advantage of the opportunity to kiss you deeply.

YangYang squirms, complaining for you to let him go or let him have a turn, which was your goal all along.

When you detach from Taeyong’s mouth, YangYang quickly sweeps in to take over.

You claim, in the moment, that you’re just trying to burn off energy, that they both have energy to burn off too, so this just makes sense for all three of you to be together like this. As you break YangYang’s kiss, as you step back and take each of them by the hand, as you guide them along with you to the convenient bathroom equipped with a shower, you think that it would just feel wrong to leave one of them out, so having them both just makes sense.

All three of you shower off together in the cramped shower stall. The water is cold, but at least there’s still running water. Besides, the combination of Taeyong and YangYang’s hands and lips serve to keep you warm.

The shower serves an actual purpose, not just an excuse to get naked. The three of you scrub away the grime and gore, using a spearmint scented bar of soap which you’re grateful for so when you bury your face against YangYang’s chest while Taeyong fingers you to orgasm all you can smell is delightfully fresh spearmint.

And after the shower, the three of you pile into the office Taeyong’s using as his room, falling onto the bed he’d hauled up here in the early days of his and YangYang’s residence.

The three of you spend hours that first night, taking each other apart, learning each other's bodies. YangYang luckily had snagged a box of condoms during one of your shop stops earlier, and you definitely took advantage of them that night.

Following that night, it’s just a thing between the three of you. You don’t really talk about it.

Some nights you spend with Taeyong, some with YangYang. Occasionally both.

After YangYang twists his ankle badly during a supply run with Taeyong, you sleep all together on Taeyong’s bed again. When you fall ill with a cough and brutal headache and chills, they both stay by your side, nursing you back to health.

Is it a relationship? You couldn’t say. Is there any use to labeling things like this during the apocalypse? Maybe this is just convenience for all three of you. You’re the only woman around for them to fuck, they’re the only men for you, so it makes sense that you would just fall into each others arms. If you were in a larger community with more options, would they still choose you? Would they still want to share you? You’re pretty sure that you would still want them, both of them.

This convenient thing continues for months. This throuple not-relationship thing you have going on.

And still you question from time to time if YangYang and Taeyong are only doing this with you because it’s convenient, though neither of them ever complains about having to share you with the other, but maybe that’s because you’ve learned to split your time between them pretty evenly, and because in this apocalyptic world they’ve just learned to share resources, even if the resource in question is your pussy.

But sometimes you forget to question things. Sometimes you just simply enjoy being wanted and wanting them.

Sometimes YangYang will find an excuse to come up to the rooftop when you’re on night watch patrolling up there, and even though he should be sleeping, he sits up there with you and talks and keeps you warm and stargazes with you and he calls it romantic.

Sometimes Taeyong will scavenge some canned food and he’ll do his best to prepare it in a way that’s not just canned food warmed over a fire and poured in a bowl. He’ll make it as fancy as he can, serve it to you at the desk in his office bedroom with candlelight and a little bit of a bottle of wine he recovered from an apartment he searched.

They do these little special romantic things for you, yet still you question things.

And then there’s the less romantic, more sexy type of things they spring on you. Kinks they want to try. Scenarios they’d like to play out with you. One evening when you’ve just a very satisfying romp with the two of them, Taeyong tells you that he’s always wanted to try bondage, YangYang then confesses an interest in some dubious consent roleplay (his face red as he admits it), and you tell them that you’ve never tried either of those but you’d be willing to try, as long as they’d be into some exhibitionism with you too.

Taeyong tests out the bondage thing a bit one morning when you wake in his bed with your arms bound to the headboard, Taeyong sitting there watching you and waiting for you to wake. He fucks you roughly, making you moan loud enough to wake up YangYang in the other room.

YangYang tries a taste of the dubious consent roleplay immediately following that, sneaking into the shower with you, fucking you against the shower wall with his hand over your mouth so your cries of pleasure won’t alert Taeyong.

Your request of exhibitionism is a little more difficult to achieve. You’d always been a little intrigued by the idea of sexual things in a public space, performing whatever act it may be nearby people, of maybe getting caught. The “other people” and “getting caught” aspects of that interest was rather difficult to achieve in this apocalyptic landscape where you hadn’t seen another living person outside of YangYang and Taeyong in months.

But one day you find a close way to achieve what you want and pair it with Taeyong and YangYang’s kinks as well.

For no other reason than your idea, you head out into the woods outside the city.

From the moment you leave the office building, you’re already in the role you’ve chosen for yourself today: lonely girl, easy victim.

You travel by yourself through the streets, avoiding zombies as you see them, and soon you’re wandering under the trees. There are dozens of abandoned camps out here, so partially your excuse for being out here is to scavenge what you can from the remains of these camps, but more than that, your goal is to get captured.

You haven’t heard either Taeyong or YangYang behind you on your journey out to the woods, but you know they’re there. That’s the plan, anyway. You listen for any signs of movement under the trees, whether it be from either of them trailing you, a stranger who you would actually hate to stumble upon, or a zombie.

But your shadow moves quietly through the woods, more quietly than you. You don’t hear him upon you until it’s too late.

Taeyong holds his knife to your throat, and with his lips to your cheek, he tells you not to move. You hold perfectly still even as he moves the blade away, as he pulls out a blindfold and covers your eyes with it, fastening it behind your head.

“Don’t move,” he warns you again, then adds on, “You’re going to make perfect zombie bait, pretty girl.”

A thrill races through you.

His hands run over your body, groping at your tits and your ass, and then Taeyong begins undressing you, pulling your jacket off, dragging your sweater and the shirt beneath over your head, he tugs your pants down around your ankles, then he takes your clothes away, leaving you standing there blindfolded and naked in the woods.

But this time you hear the crunch of his footsteps on the leaves and fallen branches as he returns. Taeyong’s familiar breathing pattern as he cups your tits in his hands again, circling his thumbs around your hard nipples. Your core is hot, wetness growing between your thighs.

“So pretty,” Taeyong coos. “Hold out your arms, little lamb. You’re so innocent, so obedient.”

You hold both your arms out, and a moment later, You feel the rough scratch of rope against your wrists as he wraps rope around them, tying it tightly but not too tight, winding it around them so it holds firm.

“Don’t move,” he warns again, and then he’s walking away. You listen closely, shivering as the cool, damp breeze blows over your bare skin. You can hear the scrabbling sound of his feet seeking purchase, and you realize he’s climbing the tree a few feet away from where you stand. You can feel the light tugs on the rope around your wrists, and as you stand there, unmoving, just listening, there’s suddenly a hard jerk on the rope, and your wrists are hauled up above your head.

It’s just to the point of discomfort, shy of pain. He ties the rope around a branch above your head, leaving your arms suspended above you while your feet remain planted on the ground.

Taeyong slides back to the ground, feet dully hitting the earth a few feet to your left.

“You look so pretty like this,” Taeyong says, his hand gliding over your bare ass. “Left out here in the open.”

You squirm, a whine falling from your lips before you can help it. “Please, let me go,” you beg, though truly there’s nothing you want less.

Taeyong tsks, patting your bottom again. “I think not. Let’s see how long you can last.”

You hear the crunch of leaves underfoot as he walks away.

You stand there, squirming and shivering, feeling the burn in your arms and wrists. And you know Taeyong is standing only a few feet away, likely leaning back against a tree and watching the way that you’re rubbing your thighs together, the way that your nipples stand at attention. Because you’re turned on. And Taeyong has known you intimately for long enough now to be able to read the signs.

You cry out for help, and it doesn’t take long for your cries to draw attention.

You hear shuffling footsteps behind you, and for a moment your blood runs cold. But Taeyong doesn’t move from his position watching you, and you know that if you were truly in danger, he would jump into action.

No, this might sound like a zombie shuffling towards you, drawn closer by your struggling and cries.

YangYang’s hands land on your hips.

“Looks like you’ve got a hungry taker,” Taeyong teases.

YangYang moans, sounding disturbingly similar to a zombie as he leans closer, the heat of his body so nice against your cool skin. His mouth closes over your shoulder, and he bites.

You gasp, jerking against the rope holding your hands up, twitching in YangYang’s hands. He holds tighter. His tongue traces over the marks left by his teeth, driving heat to rush down to your belly, pooling between your thighs.

YangYang rocks forward against your ass, and he’s so hard, sliding his clothes cock between your bare ass cheeks. You twist, but he holds your hips tight, fingernails digging lightly against your skin, and he bites down on your shoulder again. He presses your hips back against him as he rocks forward again.

“Please, please!” You beg, needing more than just this teasing.

He grinds forward against your ass again before pulling back with a moan. You start to spin, the rope twisting you around by your wrists so you’re facing the opposite direction you’d just been.

YangYang’s hands on your hips stop your movement, and then you feel him moving, the soft rush of air as he drops to his knees.

God, how dearly you wish you could see this. YangYang on his knees for you on the forest floor.

His hands caress your thighs, and then he’s pushing them apart, and there’s his mouth. Hot against your pussy, YangYang devours you like he’s starving for you, like the taste of your wetness on his tongue is all he needs for survival.

You arch against his mouth, your feet leaving the ground. YangYang’s arms go around the backs of your thighs, holding you aloft as he licks you out. Your arms and wrists burn, but you barely feel it as YangYang sucks at your clit, as he plunges his tongue inside you, as he moans hungrily against you.

The sounds that spill out of you now, you can’t even pretend like they’re sounds of protest to go along with this scenario. You’re enjoying this too much, moaning loudly as YangYang bites your thigh, as he thumbs at your clit while fucking his tongue inside you.

“You need to quiet down,” Taeyong says suddenly right behind you, his lips to your ear. “Before you draw some zombies that actually want to eat you and not just eat you out.”

The blindfold is suddenly yanked down from your eyes, turned into a gag as Taeyong stuffs it in your mouth.

Your eyes water at the sudden brightness around you, but you blink away the tears to look down at YangYang.

His eyes flick up to yours for a moment, a sweet moan pressed to your pussy before his eyes flutter shut again. You want to dig your fingers in his hair, angle his mouth against you just a little better, but instead you just have to twist your fingers around the rope holding you up, and you try to rock your hips against his face.

Taeyong chuckles behind you, and his hands come around to steady your hips. “Now, now. Here I thought you were pretty innocent, but you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

To answer, you rock your hips against YangYang’s face again, and you moan into the fabric stuffed in your mouth.

Taeyong’s hands slide up to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to whine and jerk around. Your wrists tug against the rope. YangYang’s mouth works magic against your pussy, and you’re right there on the brink of orgasm when Taeyong drags you away from YangYang’s mouth.

Your toes drag the ground, and you scream into the gag, tears streaming down your face. You were so close to cumming! Why did he pull you away from that?

“My turn.” Taeyong kisses just behind your ear.

Again, you’re spun around to face him, your wrists caught tight in the rope. Taeyong faces you, holding your gaze for a moment, searching for any sign that you’re ready for them to stop. But you’re good. If they stop now is when you’re going to have a problem.

“Shit.” YangYang groans behind you, and you turn your head just enough to see him walking off, heading straight for a zombie that’s staggered around a tree some distance off, definitely drawn by the sounds you’ve been making.

Taeyong grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “Think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

You nod.

Some distance away, you hear the thump as YangYang puts down the zombie, and then he jogs back over to where he’s left you and Taeyong. “Can’t we share, man? I found her, I should get to have her, right?”

Taeyong’s gaze lowers to your lips around the gag. “Technically speaking, I found her first. So she should be mine for the taking.” His thumb draws along your bottom lip, and he says, “But I think I can be convinced to share. I bet she looks so pretty with her lips around my cock while she’s fucked from behind.”

Oh, you know you are. And you know Taeyong knows it too, as that’s one of his favored positions when he and YangYang share you back in your shelter.

“Yeah, man,” YangYang encourages, “You fuck her mouth, I’ll take her cunt.”

You grow wetter hearing them talk about you like you’re not really here, and YangYang using cunt just sounds dirtier, makes you feel a little less like this was something that you’d planned on happening.

Taeyong’s still trying to read your eyes when YangYang takes you by the hips, pulling your ass back towards him. You feel the brush of his cock against your pussy before you’re jerked forward again. Taeyong’s taken hold of the rope above your hands, tugging you forward by it.

You whimper into the gag.

Taeyong twists his fingers in the gag, dragging it out of your mouth so it falls around your neck. Before he can even say anything, you lurch forward and kiss him. Taeyong immediately falls into the kiss, pressing in, kissing you back.

YangYang takes advantage of the moment, and he rolls his hips forward once again, this time succeeding in fitting his cock into you. You moan into Taeyong’s kiss, wishing that you could clutch at his shoulders for balance when YangYang starts fucking you, not holding back, nearly knocking you off your feet with the force of his thrusts.

Taeyong breaks the kiss, unleashing your moans into the woods. Your cries echo through the trees, no doubt catching the attention of every creature – living and dead – that is wandering these woods.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to quiet down before you bring all the dead down upon us.” Taeyong again tugs on the rope holding your arms aloft, but this time he’s just tugging down.

To your surprise, the rope comes loose from the branch overhead, and Taeyong grabs your arms as they numbly fall. Your wrists are still bound together, and he takes advantage of that, bringing your bound hands to the front of his pants.

He doesn’t have to give you any instruction, you start undoing the buckles of his weaponry belt as well as the belt actually holding his pants up. Taeyong groans and knots his fingers in your hair. YangYang’s hips smack forward against your ass, nearly knocking your forward into Taeyong, who hisses as your cool fingers reach inside his pants and bring his cock out into the open.

“Fuck, fuck,” YangYang moans, slamming you back down onto his cock. “Love hitting it raw, baby. You’re so warm and tight, so perfect and soft.”

You never let either of them fuck you without a condom. The idea of any unnecessary complications arising when you’ve found perfectly good boxes of condoms seems like a stupid mistake. But today, in this scenario, you’re allowing it.

The next time that YangYang thrusts into you, you push forward with your mouth going right around Taeyong’s cock.

Now it’s Taeyong that moans, low and deep from within his chest.

You love the taste of his cock, the weight of him on your tongue. His hand in your hair presses you all the way down until his cock is hitting the back of your throat, until you’re gagging around him with your nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock.

YangYang pulls you back by your hips, burying his cock in your pussy.

“She has such a sweet cunt, man. Maybe you should try this next.” YangYang smacks his hand against your ass. “She’s so wet, you’d think she wanted to be fucked out here in the middle of the woods.” Which was exactly what you wanted, exactly why you were enjoying this so much, and you’re glad that it seems that both of them are enjoying it too.

You slurp at Taeyong’s cock, drooling around him, using your bound hands to stroke what you don’t have in your mouth. Taeyong yanks at your hair, rocking forward at the same time, gagging you once again on his cock.

“Her mouth’s pretty good too. She keeps choking around me, drooling for me.” Taeyong hisses as you accidentally scrape your teeth along his shaft. “Pretty good for an innocent little lamb we found out here wandering alone in the woods.”

They pass you back and forth for a little while. YangYang pulling you back on his cock, Taeyong pulling forward to take his whole cock down your throat. Your head is spinning in the best possible way, eyes watering and mouth drooling, wrists still burning from being bound in rope, and your knees are wobbling and legs aching.

“Maybe we take her home with us,” YangYang says, reaching up to wrap his hand in your hair, pulling you backwards off of Taeyong’s cock, using his hold on you to keep you in place while he rapidly thrusts into you a few times. “Keep her around to fuck. I bet she’ll be good for us, the best cunt left in this world. Gonna let us do what we like with her, take her however we want, let us cum in her however much we need to as long as we keep her safe from the zombies for another day.”

For a brief moment amidst your lust-hazed brain, the thought breaks through that what YangYang’s saying could be true. Is that what they’re doing with you? Fucking around with you because you’re around, knowing that you’ll be down to let them do whatever because you know they offer you a layer of protection from the zombies?

Taeyong’s hand is suddenly there, gentle on your cheek. “Look at me,” he commands. “And YangYang, stop.”

You lift your wet gaze up to his face.

YangYang’s thrusts slow and then stop, but he stays inside you, hands on your hips.

Your hands are braced on Taeyong’s stomach, and he reaches down for them, slipping the fingers of one hand into yours; you hold on tight.

“That’s not true, what he’s saying,” Taeyong reassures you quietly. “I can tell that’s what you’re thinking. That’s not the case, I promise. He’s just trying to talk dirty.” He casts a look behind you to YangYang who’s rhythm stutters. “We’ve always liked having you around, even before sex was on the table. If you told us to stop right now, if you said that you never wanted either of us to touch you again, then that would be okay. Don’t think we keep you around for sex, that’s literally not a part of it at all.”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” YangYang apologizes, leaning around, trying to see your face without pulling out of you. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby, please, believe me.”

You believe him. You believe both of them, and you’re grateful to hear them saying as much. You squeeze Taeyong’s fingers, you blink away the tears rising in your eyes, and you push your hips back down to fully take YangYang’s cock back inside you.

“I’m good.” You breathe in deeply. “We can keep going.”

Taeyong smiles, leaning down to kiss you briefly.

YangYang resumes fucking into you at his brutal pace, his thrusts growing more erratic as he nears his climax. Taeyong pulls your mouth down around his cock again, and you let your mind go blank and blissfully hazy as they each use you.

Perhaps YangYang’s hands are a little more gentle on your hips now than they were before. Maybe Taeyong’s combing his fingers through your hair rather than just yanking on it. You get lost in the push and the pull, the constant state of either being filled or of tasting cock and sweat on your tongue.

“Oh, shit,” YangYang moans after another few minutes, pumping into you quickly. “Baby, where do you want me to cum? Shit, I’m so close.”

Taeyong lets your mouth slip off his cock, and your voice is raspy from the abuse of his cock down your throat as you tell YangYang, “In me. You can cum in me just this once.”

The other day you found a box of Plan B at the pharmacy that miraculously hadn't expired yet. You could take the risk today, take the pill when you get home.

YangYang leaves one hand on your hip, the other flies to your hair, once again roughly pulling so he can hear you cry out, the sound a guttural moan as he plants himself as deeply inside you as he can when he cums.

“Now, take care of Taeyong, slut.” YangYang’s still pulsing inside you, still rolling his hips to get the most of the feeling of you around him, and he uses the hand in your hair to push your mouth back down around Taeyong. “That’s right, like a good girl, take his cock.”

You put your all into sucking Taeyong off, and he and YangYang work together to fuck your throat around his cock. Both of them have hands in your hair, and you just keep moaning and whining and choking, tears pouring down your cheeks, and you hope you look as much a fucked out mess as you feel.

Taeyong cums without warning, groaning as he spills down your tongue, across your tongue, shooting a last few streaks of cum across your lips and chin.

You’re fully crying now, not because you’re upset, but because you want to cum so much that you’re just beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all. You feel like after having your orgasm torn away earlier on YangYang’s tongue, you’ve been teetering on the verge of it, unable to quite tip over the edge.

YangYang pulls you upright, your back pressed to his chest, his cock still buried inside you. He bites down on your shoulder again, scattering bites and kisses, leaving hickeys in an alternating pattern across your shoulders and your neck.

Taeyong presses up against your front, his softening cock against your belly, his hand knotted in your hair as he crushes his mouth to yours, kissing away the taste of himself from your lips and tongue. And then he slides his free hand down between your bodies.

You cry out sharply when Taeyong’s fingers find your clit.

He kisses you again to quiet you down, swirling his fingers on your clit.

“Come on, baby,” YangYang murmurs against your neck. “Cum on my cock, baby. Cum for Taeyong. You’ve been so good for us today. You can cum now.”

His cock is still inside you, still half-hard. He shallowly thrusts a few times, and held now at this angle, with Taeyong stroking your clit, you’re getting the perfect stimulation both inside and outside.

Taeyong moans as he licks his cum out of your mouth, his fingers sparking lightning along your every nerve ending. YangYang gasps as your pussy clenches around him, as your orgasm finally unleashes.

You feel like you’re falling over the edge, the ground disappearing from beneath you in the best way. Like you’re flying or floating. Your whole body is alight with the high of your orgasm, tingling and warm, and covered in the two men.

YangYang cums weakly again as your pussy massages his cock. Your nails drag along Taeyong’s stomach. You break the kiss with him, flopping your head down onto his shoulder.

You feel utterly boneless, and it’s only their hands and the way they’ve got you between them that is keeping you upright.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Taeyong tells you, resting his cheek against your head. “This was so good, so hot.”

“Maybe we can do something like this again sometime,” YangYang suggests, sponging a kiss to the back of your neck.

You just moan softly, unable to really give voice to anything right now.

Taeyong wraps his arms around you, holding you as YangYang pulls out of you, bracing you against him to support your weight as YangYang moves over to pick up the clothes Taeyong stripped you of earlier. He’s just gathered them and taken a step back towards you, when all three of you hear the shuffle of footsteps over the underbrush.

YangYang tosses the clothes over to Taeyong, and he reaches instead for the golf club he’s been favoring as a weapon since he found it earlier this week. He heads toward the sound as Taeyong quickly tries to help you back into your clothes, which is easier said than done as you’re feeling about as sturdy as a limp noodle.

YangYang’s made it only a few steps before a figure steps around the tree you’d previously been tied to.

All three of you freeze.

It’s not a zombie, but a man.

The man’s face breaks out in a relieved smile. “Thank God, I thought I heard sounds. I was hoping to find people.”

You’re only half dressed, and if this stranger finds that odd, he doesn’t comment on it. His gaze just brushes briefly over you before looking at Taeyong, then back to YangYang. Taeyong helps you slide your sweater back on, and then your jacket. You reach for the switchblade you keep hidden in the pocket of your jacket, holding it ready if this stranger decides to attack.

Taeyong beside you refastens his pants, and you hear him pull the pistol out of his weapons belt, cocking it as he aims it at the man.

“Who are you?” He asks.

The stranger backs up, hands in the air. “Woah! I’m sorry! I’ve just been looking for people for ages. I lost my group about a month ago, I’ve been on my own since then, looking for a community.” Taeyong steps around you so that now he and YangYang stand between you and the stranger, who takes a faltering step backwards at Taeyong’s advance. With a wide-eyed look of innocence, the newcomer exclaims, “I’m Mark!”

Neither Taeyong nor YangYang lower their weapons.

Maybe you’re too quick to trust, but looking at this guy – at Mark – you think that he must be telling the truth. You place a hand on Taeyong’s arm, and with a glance over his shoulder at you, he lowers the gun.

“Where do you come from?” YangYang asks. “What have you been doing since the world fell to shit?”

YangYang doesn’t lower his golf club. You don’t actually let go of your switchblade. Taeyong keeps a hand on his pistol although he has reholstered it. But you at least put on a more relaxed face as you listen to this Mark guy provide answers.

You notice he keeps looking at you, and you’re sure YangYang notices too because after a few moments, he shifts just right to block you from Mark’s view.

But Mark answers all of the questions the three of you ask him. He easily hands over the only weapon he’s got – a heavy staff – and consents to YangYang patting him down and checking his belongings.

“I’m being honest,” Mark says as YangYang runs his hands down Mark’s sides beneath his jacket. “I’ve just been looking for a place to belong, people to be around, a place to be able to rest at night without the worry of being caught unaware by zombies, people to watch my back, food to eat, a place to bathe.”

You squeeze Taeyong’s arm, and he shares a quick look with you that tells you he’s thinking the same thing as you.

You’ll trust this guy for now, bring him into the office building. You’ll keep an eye on him, like you’re sure he and YangYang did when they first found you. You’ll grow this little family of yours by one, and it’ll all be okay.

a/n: originally this was supposed to be Day 10, just supposed to be Taeyong and y/n was going to be a spy infiltrating other communities to steal resources, but since I skipped a couple days, I decided to combine day 10 with day 12 which was YangYang with a mild zombie play kink, and somehow this was born.

And then in the process of searching for a gif to use for this post, I found it's almost impossible to find one gif of YangYang and Taeyong, and the only one I could find that had both of them also had Mark since it was a New Axis stage performance, and I decided to maybe include Mark in this fun as a little twist there at the end, but using that gif at the top of the post would be misleading since he's not really a part of the smut.

If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome!

#taeyong #yangyang #taeyong smut #yangyang smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #wayv #nct 127 #nct #for the image instead of a gif up top: do you know how difficult it is to find a gif of taeyong and yangyang together?

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libingan · 8 months ago

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— undying love.

apocalypse au! price and his zombie wife. that’s it. this is based off The Zombie Song lmao i forgot who sang it, but i just remembered it out of the blue and thought to myself “this would make a good fanfic idea” so here i am lmao

the stench of decay lingered in the air, an ever-present reminder of the world’s descent into chaos. it had been two months since you were bitten, since you made the heart-wrenching decision to run away from him before the infection took over completely. your husband, john price, had been your anchor in this madness, and leaving him was the hardest thing you'd ever done. he didn’t even get a proper goodbye, just a note explaining your situation and why you did what you had to do.

when you disappeared, price was devastated. the days that followed were a blur of frantic searches and sleepless nights. he scoured every abandoned building, every desolate street, calling your name into the empty silence. each day without you was a battle against despair, the gnawing fear that he would never see you again, never hold you again. he kept the hope alive, refusing to believe that you were lost to him forever. the memory of your smile, your laughter, was the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely. price was desperately clinging onto the hope that you may still be out there, alive, and trying to survive, just as he was.

now, he found himself outside a second-floor apartment, the door barricaded with whatever the previous occupants could find. price, along with his comrades soap, ghost, and gaz, had taken refuge here after a grueling day of fighting off the undead. they were exhausted but ever vigilant, knowing that safety was a fleeting illusion in this new world.

as they climbed the makeshift ladder to the second floor, price’s heart was heavy with the memories of you. he couldn’t shake the image of your face, your laugh, your smile.. everything. each creak of the floorboards, each shadow that flickered in the dim light, brought a fresh wave of pain and longing.

inside the apartment, they set up a perimeter, blocking the stairs with furniture and securing the windows. price’s mind was elsewhere, though. he moved through the motions mechanically, his thoughts consumed by you. his friends noticed his distraction but said nothing, understanding that grief was a constant companion for all of them now.

once they were as secure as they could be, soap broke the silence. “price, you with us, mate?” his voice was soft, concerned.

price snapped back to the present, nodding. “yeah, i’m here.” but his eyes betrayed the turmoil within.

ghost’s voice was a low rumble, filled with an edge of frustration. “you need to stay focused. we can’t afford mistakes.”

gaz, always the mediator, stepped in. “he’s doing his best, ghost. we all are.”

price appreciated their concern but couldn’t help feeling isolated in his grief. he sat by the window, staring out into the night, the faint glow of the moon casting eerie shadows over the ruined landscape. every noise outside, every shuffle and groan of the undead, made his heart race. he couldn’t help but wonder if you were out there, somewhere.

his buddies busied themselves with tasks—cleaning their weapons, checking supplies, reinforcing the barricades. they gave him space, understanding that some wounds took time to heal, if they ever healed at all.

then, as the night deepened, they heard it—a faint, familiar shuffle outside. price’s heart skipped a beat. he stood up, peering through the window, his breath catching in his throat. the figure was unmistakable, even in the dim light. it was you.

price whispers your name, his voice a mix of relief and horror.

soap, ghost, and gaz quickly joined him, their reactions immediate and intense.

“price, what the hell are you doing?” soap’s voice was sharp, his eyes wide with disbelief.

ghost’s stance was rigid, his voice cold and hard. “you know the protocol, sir. we can’t risk it. she’s dangerous.”

gaz’s expression was torn, conflicted between loyalty to his captain and the harsh reality of their situation. “cap, i get it, but we have to be realistic. she’s not the same anymore.”

price held up a hand, stopping them. “don’t,” he said firmly. “she’s still my wife.”

before they could react, price was already moving. he pushed past them, determination blazing in his eyes. he grabbed his double barrel shotgun and headed for the door.

“captain, stop!” soap yelled, reaching for him.

ghost moved to block his path, but price was relentless, shoving him aside. “get out of my way.”

gaz tried to reason with him, stepping in front of the door. “price, think about what you’re doing. think about us. we need you.”

price’s eyes were locked on you, shambling closer. “i have to do this. i can’t let her go.”

he forced his way past gaz, his comrades' protests fading into the background. they grabbed at his arms, trying to hold him back, but he was a man possessed. nothing could stop him now.

he stumbled down the ladder, nearly losing his footing in his haste. the world seemed to blur around him, his focus narrowing to the one thing that mattered: you. as he hit the ground, he sprinted towards you, his heart pounding in his chest.

as he approached, you launched yourself at him, the instinctual hunger driving your movements. price didn’t flinch, didn’t try to defend himself. he was ready to let you bite him, to join you in whatever twisted existence you now endured. he closed his eyes, bracing for the inevitable pain.

but then, you stopped. your rotting hand, trembling and hesitant, reached out and rested on his chest. your eyes, clouded and vacant, seemed to search for something, some recognition. price’s breath caught in his throat as he slowly opened his eyes, meeting your gaze.

he gently took your hand in his, the warmth of his touch seeping into your cold, lifeless skin. “i won’t let them hurt you,” he promised. “i won’t let them take you away from me.”

as he stood there, holding your decaying hand, price couldn’t help but admire your features. even while you were rotting, flesh decaying and carnivorous, you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. he gently caressed the ring on your rotting finger with his thumb, feeling the weight of the promise it symbolized.

the vow "till death do us part" made to you all those years ago seemed trivial now. because he knew that even in death, even as the world crumbled around him, price would never let you go. you were his. forever.

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod mw2 x reader #cod mw2 #cod #john price #john price x reader #cod mwii #cod mw price #john price x fem reader #captain price #cod x reader #price x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 price

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gryphonlover · 9 months ago

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Linked Universe AU Directory

Anyway, I didn't put every single AU on this thing. I do not have the time and energy for that because there's over 600 LU works tagged as alternate universes on Ao3. I did follow some general guidelines when I was deciding which works to add, the most important one being that the AU had to be more than just canon divergence and had to affect all the characters equally. Feel free to add onto this post, if you think something is missing.

Link to the Ao3 Collection

Age Swap | Age Shuffle AU

Apocalypse - Unspecified | Brothers In Arms

Apocalypse - Zombies | Autolysis

Apocalypse - Zombies | LU Zombie AU

Fae | Across the River

Fae | Flower Garden

Fae | From Open Seas, to Dark Tangled Depths

Folklore | If You Thought This Was Gonna Have a Cool Title, You Obviously Don't Know Me

Fusion - Alice's Adventures in Wonderland | Hyrule's Adventures in Wonderland

Fusion - Among Us | Good Riddance

Fusion - Atlantis: The Lost Empire | The Sage's Journal

Fusion - Big Hero 6 | Fierce Hero 9

Fusion - Captain America: Civil War | United We Stand, Divided We Fall

Fusion - Dungeons & Dragons | LU x DnD Crossover

Fusion - Full House | Full House AU

Fusion - Lethal Company | Linked Company AU

Fusion - Lethal Company | Linked Universe AU: Lethal Company

Fusion - Mad Max | And the World Ends Again

Fusion - Monstrous Regiment | Linked Regiment

Fusion - Nailed It! | You Really Nailed it Right There, Buddy!

Fusion - Pokémon | LU Pokémon AU

Fusion - Pride and Prejudice | Pride and Prejudice but it's a Fair-Play Whodunnit

Fusion - Tangled | LU Tangled AU

Fusion - The Hunger Games | LU Hunger Games AU

Fusion - The Incredibles | Linked Universe Incredibles AU

Fusion - The Secret World of Arrietty | The Secret World of Wild and Twilight

Fusion - Spirited Away | One Summer's Day

Fusion - Star Wars | Tales of Courage from Across the Galaxy

Fusion - Warrior Cats | Faronclan AU

Gods & Goddesses | And the Universe Said "I Love You"

Heist | Heist AU

Historical - 1800s | City of Light and Dark

Historical - Supernatural | 1931

Science Fiction - Space Crew | Linked Nexus

Mermaids | Flared Fins

Miscellaneous - Disability | Shatterproof

Miscellaneous - Intrigue | Castle Intrigue

Miscellaneous - Magic | We Could be Immortals

Miscellaneous - Unspecified | Eyes Wide Open

Miscellaneous - Unspecified | Manus Lupus

Modern | Adoption AU

Modern | Good Enough

Modern | In the Heart of Hyrule

Modern | LU Modern AU

Modern | Modern Zeldas AU

Modern | Ranch House AU

Modern | The Many Realities of the Hero Spirit and Modern Living

Modern | The Roadtrip AU

Modern | The Weather Outside is Frightful

Modern - Actors | Linked Universe Actor AU

Modern - Coffeeshop/Café | Looking for Group

Modern - College/University | All You Need to Know

Modern - College/University | Linked University

Modern - College/University | Oh No, They're Theater Kids Now

Modern - College/University | RIP

Modern - Emergency Services | Of Officers and Stuffed Elephants

Modern - Farm | Fresh from the Farm

Modern - Ghost Hunters | A Haunting in Hyrule

Modern - Healthcare | How to Save a Life

Modern - Healthcare | LU in Healthcare

Modern - Magic | Everything but Blood

Modern - Magic | Family is Made of...

Modern - Magic | Maybe Human

Modern - Magic | Summer Camp Lon!

Modern - Magic | The Chain that Binds Us

Modern - Magic | Wild's Magic Shop AU

Modern - Monsters | Here There Be Monsters

Modern - Movie Theater | There's a Remlit... Loose in the Theater!

Modern - Music Camp | Linked Repertoire

Modern - Newsroom | BSX: Hyrule SatellaNews

Modern - Newsroom | Professions and Professionals

Modern - Office | Linked Corporations

Modern - Opera | Opera House AU

Modern - Retail | The Hot Topic Debate

Modern - Retail | What Goes Down at Festival Foods

Monsters | Seelies and Selkies

Murder Mystery | How to Kill a God

Post-Nuclear War | Chain Reaction

Royalty | Every Other Star

Royalty | I'll Be There

Royalty | Royal Links AU

Royalty | Lost Prince AU Part 1 & Lost Prince AU Part 2

Soulmates - Platonic | Marks on Your Body, Marks on Your Soul

Soulmates - Romantic | Castle Town Coffee Shop

Vigilantes | Empty Streets Full of Life

Vigilantes | We Will Find You, Wherever You Are

Wings | Four's a Dad!?

Wings | Wings AU

Wings | Wing Bois

#gryphon reads #fanfiction #linked universe #alternate universe #au #directory #lu fic recs

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fox-guardian · 2 months ago

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i’m very curious to hear about the zombie apocalypse au! are any of the tulpar crew turned into zombies?

OH BUDDY ARE THEY

Okay so to set the scene:

We are somewhere midwest-USA-ish. Jimmy and Curly are long haul truckers for pony express, traversing the apocalypse one such truck. Daisuke and swansea (mechanic and intern still, but at swansea's shop) meet anya (still a stubborn would-be med student) when they get into a car accident. daisuke falls asleep at the wheel because he took over driving for swansea and then didn't wanna wake him up for his turn, and they run into anya's parked broken down car. She's fine, they're not, and she tries to help them but doesn't have enough medical supplies for their injuries until jimmy and curly show up with their giant truck full of goodies. Then BOOM team formed.

The zombie infection I haven't quite gotten all the kinks worked out yet, but it's the mouthwash. It started from tainted mouthwash and other dragonbreath products, but the mouthwash was the big one, and people don't know much about the infection so it's hard to deal with. At the point our story begins, it's only just revealed that it's because of mouthwash, so it's easy for Certain Members Of The Gang to miss.

So (and this might change) at Jimmy's (joking, he knows) suggestion, curly (he doesn't know) uses some mouthwash normal style, not realizing the fate he has just given himself, and gets infected. Luckily however, he's Resistant to the infection, which buys them some time before he goes full zombie mode and starts attacking people (they think). This does not keep him from suffering Symptoms tho.

Anya keeps an eye on him as he develops and the short version is that the mouthwash is too powerful and starts Eating Through His Interal Organs. He didn't ingest hardly any mouthwash, he just used it normally, but it's like. Multiplying in him. The batch is bad it's real bad. It's like half alive. It slowly eats through his throat, his stomach lining, his teeth fall out, he has the WORST shits imaginable. A lot of the early days are just curly in the far corner of the truck's trailer going "my tummy hurts" before he loses the ability to speak due to his throat being as fucked as it is.

The gang, uncertain as to how it spreads exactly, give curly space while they search for a cure. Swansea and daisuke stay at the opposite end of the trailer from curly and anya, anya wears gloves and a mask when tending to him, and they keep him masked up all the time unless he's being fed or his mouth is being examined. Current working theory is that it's passed via body fluids making contact with the inside of your body (accidentally getting blood in your mouth, contact with open wounds, etc) so the mask helps a bit, and curly has no external wounds either so that helps! But better safe than sorry.

In the meantime, jimmy is the sole driver of the truck, occasionally joined in the cabin by swansea or daisuke, as anya has to stay back and tend to curly. They talk through the cabin to the trailer via walkie talkies.

I don't have time to go into details on the rest of the gang's fates rn but if anyone asks I will Gladly answer later!

And yes there's art I just gotta post it

#fg's answers #asks #mouthwashing #mouthwashing game #mw zombie au #cursing #ask to tag #no time to proofread sorry if this doesnt make sense

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ladydorian05 · 2 years ago

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Inspiration Saturday

Was tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life and @wikiangela

Today (still saturday for me) I bring you a taste of Love from the other side (we've been calling it Loftos for short) the Zombie apocalypse au! @made-ofmemories and I have been working on.

"I don't want any trouble," Buck says, but his grip on the pistol tightens. The guy doesn't look like one of the soldiers from the zone, he's not wearing the uniform for one, but he's holding that rifle with a practiced familiarity that leaves no doubt in Buck's mind that he knows exactly how to use it.

"Neither do I."

Which, ok great. Buck is very glad they've established that. Except he sure as hell isn't going to be the first one to lower his weapon and brown eyes over there hasn't moved a muscle either.

"Well, in case you haven't noticed. This house is occupied."

"I like my chances in here a lot better than my chances out there."

As if to emphasize the point there's a ear piercing screech outside from one of the infected. They're close, closer than when Buck had ducked in here to take shelter, right outside the walls. It's a miracle brown eyes even made it in here without being torn apart, they must've taken over the whole town by now.

There's a tense silence and Buck wonders briefly if they're just going to stand here and hold each other at gunpoint for the whole night. Buck isn't going to be the one who shoots first, but he's not about to let the man pointing a rifle at him know that either.

A flash of curls, lighter than the deep brunette hair of the man in front of him, appear from around the edge of the archway that leads into the hallway where the front door is and Buck’s first thought when he catches the movement out of the corner of his eye is that he’s being ambushed. Then golden curls give way to curious wide eyes behind a pair of thick red framed glasses. And yeah, brown eyes certainly isn’t alone, but Buck doesn’t think the face peering at him right now poses any threat either.

“You didn’t mention you had a kid with you.”

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No pressure tags:

@made-ofmemories @diazblunt @alyxmastershipper @your-catfish-friend @try-set-me-on-fire @missmagooglie @shitouttabuck @disasterbuckdiaz @crowleywasagryffindor and anyone else that wants to do it!

#inspiration saturday #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie zombie apocalypse au #Love from the other side - zombie apocalypse au #made-ofmemories writes #ladydorian writes #Spotify

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derangedanomaly · 1 year ago

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Camn I get bad sans! X Black! Zombie!Reader? Just how they react to a troublesome,dumb, and slow zombie girl on their hands?

Your wish is my command ;)

BAD SANSES X BLACK!ZOMBIE READER

NIGHTMARE:

The first time y'all met, he was in a 'Zombie apocalypse Au'. He was being cornered by Zombies, which didn't worry him as he could kill them by a blink of an eye. But when he was about to do just that, you appeared and killed them off by yourself.

He was very surprised to see you go against your own kind, and instead save him. After many more of those moments where you 'saved' him, he decided to take you in, see what you can do.

At first, he regrets it, you're slow and...a little dumb.

He's not very patient with you..but he can't kick you out, even though you're slow as hell, you're still an awesome fighter, and get the job done.

He once tried to make you faster, so you're not behind. But it was unsuccessful (shockingly)

When you two hang out, he spends this time with you to read in his library. Look, he just wants you to have some sort of education at least.

Hates...hates, and I mean HATES, how troublesome you are. Tries to keep you away from Killer, as he's sure he will corrupt you more. (This was also unsuccessful 😂)

Doesn't want you to do solo missions because of your speed.

He won't admit it, but he's very worried for your well-being.

After a few months of living with the bad guys, you became Nightmare's favorite. (Again, he won't admit it)

"Boss, we got in trouble on our mission! Me and Killer got very badly injured, and Y/n is-" Dust reported only to be interrupted by Nightmare. "Y/n?! What the fuck happened to Y/n?"

"..." You, Dust and Killer stood there in silence. "....I...got...a...scratch...." You spoke up, showing Nightmare the scratch on your leg. "Oh my god! You fucking idiots! Get the medkit!" Nightmare gasped, 'helping' you sit on a sofa. Dust and Killer stood there with a hole in their chest, trying to heal it themselves. "... What the f-" "Get the medkit." "Yes, boss...."

DUST:

Hates your dumbness. Doesn't mind your speed, or the fact that you're a troublemaker...but hates your dumbness...

He can't help but act soft towards you...maybe it's the way you're a lot like his best friend, Horror..but something in him shakes at the way you always exclaim that you're hungry.

Carries around food for you when on missions.

Dust spends your alone time watching movies with you. (He just likes snuggling against you)

Rolls his eyes whenever you ask a dumb question.

You know how I said that Nightmare tries to keep you away from Killer? Well, Dust is doing the exact opposite. He wants you to engage with Killer on his troublesome ideas, to piss off Nightmare. He thrives in the way Nightmare gets frustrated whenever you and Killer hang out.

Dust makes sure you're safe from any potential harm when at missions.

Dust is always very patient with you. He's used to it because of Horror. You two talk almost the same. Which can be frustrating for anyone else, but not for Dust. He's ok with it.

He's acting almost like a babysitter actually.

"Dust?" You tug his jacket to get his attention. He in turn hums. "Why's...the...sky...blue..?" Dust sighs at your question, and very carefully points at Nightmare. "I think you should ask Nightmare. He is your teacher after all!" You nod, and go towards Nightmare, while Dust quietly snorts and goes his own way.

KILLER:

Doesn't see why Nightmare decided to took you in at first. You're just a dumb...Zombie! What could you possibly do?

These thoughts were immediately gone when he saw you in the heat of a battle. You were... awesome! It's amazing how fast you are in battle, but slow out of battle. Strange..

He desperately wants to talk to you, but Nightmare won't allow him. That's until Dust helps him out!

After he talked to you, you became best buddies when it came to scheming. (A living hell for Nightmare)

Nightmare swears you two must share the same braincell sometimes.

You get along well. Not only are you a troublemaker, but you're dumb as well! The speed is what's bothering him the most... doesn't like slowpokes.

Is jokingly picking at you for being so slow, but stopped when Horror taught him a lesson...

You two play videogames in your free time. Loves to teach you how to play the games he has.

Laughs when you ask a dumb question, but immediately stops when he realizes he also doesn't know the answer to that..

"Is...Pink Panther...pink?" Killer bursts out laughing, followed by a small chuckle from Dust. "Are you kidding??" He asks, snorting. "Yeah, It's quite obvious." Dust nodded along to Killer. "Of course he's blue!" Dust yet again nods at Killer's words, not fully registering them. "Yeah-- wait, what???"

HORROR:

Instant best friends! You're so similar that it's crazy actually! You're both hungry almost all the time, you're both slow and you're both very sweet! The perfect duo.

Horror likes you very much! He finally has someone that understands him.

You two raid the fridge together very often. It's your hang out time ^^

Doesn't like it when Killer picks on you for your slowness. Often stands up for you.

He's always holding your hand whenever you're in the same room, to lead you along. (Since you're not only a slow-talker you're also a slow-walker)

If you're running away from something on your missions, he holds you bridal style and runs away.

You two are actually really cute when together.

Nightmare often pairs you two together for missions, since you have such a great bond.

One time gave up his food for you. That's when you know Horror's in love.

Horror stared at your empty plate with frown. "Yn....why don't...you have...food...?" You looked sadly at your plate, feeling hungry. "Killer...stole...it..." Horror glared at the wall at the thought of Killer running away with your food for shits and giggles. "Idiot...I'll teach him...a lesson..." He grumbled about to go find him, but not before giving you his food and smiling at you warmly. "Here...I already...ate..." You gasped and returned his smile. "Thank...you..." Horror nodded with a red blush.

CROSS:

Cross didn't know what to think of you. You didn't interest him much. You weren't interesting to him even after seeing you in battle! He just wasn't impressed.

What made him impressed though, was when you befriended Nightmare. The Nightmare. No one has been truly able to do that.

Always gets frustrated when waiting for you to finish your sentence. He just has short patience...

Finds your dumb questions...cute.

He plays board games with you when spending time with you.

Tries to help you out with your speed, which is... going well? I mean, you're not walking so slow thanks to him..

Also not a fan of 'troublemaker you'. Doesn't like the stupid pranks.

"oh my god..." Cross slowly tools out his scarf...being drenched in paint. He glared. "This is the fifth time this week! Y/n!! Killer!!" He tried calling out to them...but no one came.

ERROR:

Can't take your seriously. Like, never. He just sees you as a funky little zombie girl.

Gets irritated by your dumb questions.

Sometimes helps you out with your slowness, by dragging you with his strings.

Likes to watch you in battle. You just seem so fascinating to him....

Watches Undernovela with you.

Doesn't mind how slow you are. Just means he doesn't have to rush.

Always has a silly face on when waiting for you to finish a sentence, without knowing.

He's ready to defend you whenever someone interrupts your sentence, or doesn't wait for you to finish what you're saying.

Error was watching you very intently, waiting for you to finish what you're saying. He has a goofy face while doing so. He was enjoying listening to you talk, until Killer interrupted you. "Ok, that's GREAT Y/n! But we really need to get moving-" Error wrapped Killer's soul with his strings and flew him across the room. "DOn'T inTERruPt HeR!" After moments of silence passed, Error turned to you with a smile and nodded for you to continue.

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #dust sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #killer sans x reader #horror sans x reader #error sans x reader #cross sans x reader

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k33bsstuff · 2 months ago

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Blue Lock Zombie Apocalypse Au

Hiyaaaa!!! I've never actually wrote a story before or whatever. But years of reading fanfics has kinda motivated me I guess.

I've notice a severe lack of blue lock zombie apocalypse AUs which is kinda sad cus I love ZA au's and theyre just too freaking cool.

I don't think I'll write a proper story with chapters and stuff but instead with different characters and oneshot type things ya know?

There's not gonna be much of a description but who cares. Sorry that it is short too. Just trying test my writing ability. If you have any tips or opinions or anything in general please comment!

Reader

Reo

Nagi

Hope you enjoy my first story 🫶🏾🫶🏾

Apocalypse Buddies!

Ft Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage and Gn Reader!

2 years. It has been 2 years since you last abandoned your own home to venture out into this rotting landscape that you now unfortunately find yourself in. Miles for miles of rotten corpses is all you see staggering around the desolate earth. Despite the feelings of exhaustion of evading death every single day, you push them aside as you focus on what is infront of you, or perhaps the treasuring site of your two best friends nagging at each other over the last chocolate granola bar.

In this so called office building, You, Nagi and Reo are camping for the night after a few tiresome days of scavenging for resources and avoiding becoming zombie food. Sitting in the middle of the depressing once called printer room are you three. Nagi crosses his legs and slouches as he sits on a small miserable pile of blankets, while Reo who is next to him also sits in discomfort due to the hard floor, the light of the makeshft lamp flickers, illuminating Reos dirtied skin. While you, sitting infront of them chewing on an bet before 5 month old oat bar. The expired groans of the undead are faint in the background, the thick walls of the office building filtering out some of the sound. The contents of your backpack scattered out in the middle of you 3.

"Is this all you could get (name)?

Nagi asked, in his regular boring, slightly raspy tone. His grey tired eyes flicked up to meet your (eye colour) coloured ones, his expression as careless as ever. For some reason the way Nagi asked you that question ticked you off. Maybe it's because of his judgmental emphasis on 'all'...or maybe it's due to his overall lackadaisical nature which bugs you from time to time despite it not being very convenient for the survival of the living dead.

Reo, slightly tired by Nagis insensitive antics sighs and give him a little nudge.

"Cmon Nagi, it's not that bad. They did a pretty good raid in my opinion, you just gotta look at it with a better perspective!"

Reo grinned with his signature smirk as his eyes darted from your tired state to Nagis slumped form.

"What are you on Nagi. Nothings wrong with a few granola bars and a magazine"

You spat back at Nagi. Not taking his stupid ignorant comment despite your exhausted state. You stretch your arms, small popping noises from the joints in your arms echo through the rather silent room, the only other noise emitting from the crackle of the flame from the d.i.y lamp that you spent all your time making to look appealing in contrast to the wrecked world you've sadly found yourself in.

Nagi rubbed his nose with his long, slender index finger and lazily reaches to his disgusting state of a backpack. He carelessly shook out the contents, dropping a couple of torches, batteries, hooks an already used hammer and a small bottle of antiseptic.

"Nagi careful with that stuff. We're lucky to see such supplies like this without it already being wrecked."

You and Reo scan over the loot that came from Nagis bag. You pick a torch and fiddle with it, flicking the ON/OFF switch playfully.

"Atleast I got something that we can actually use"

"We can eat the granola bars and use the magazine. I think I was being pretty smart about this actually."

"None of us own a gun"

"Shut the Fuck up"

":x"

Nagi just looks at you, in sort of an inspecting manner. You notice his eye contact and stop what you're doing. You slowly but cautiously move the torch into Nagis face, your calloused fingers gripping onto the flash light tightly. Reo, still getting a sense of the valuable items that Nagi brought , mumbles to himself about the efficiency or some shit. Your eyes flick from the white-haired man's piercing gaze to the cylinder- shaped flash light in your grasp then to him again. You flick the switch but nothing seems to be happening. You open the back of the torch and replace the useless batteries with the new ones that Reo was inspecting, earning a small "Hey!" Of annoyance from him. You slap the back right on and point the torch at Nagis face.

"Don't point it in my face"

"it's not like it's gonna work anyway. We dont know if these batteries are dead or not,

Seeee."

A bright white light blinds Nagi as he winces and covers his eyes with his roughed up hands.

"My bad"

You mutter under your breath as you shamefully put away the flash light. You unravel the tough wrapper of the 5 month expired granola bar and take small bite out of it, trying to savour the taste of the bland but somehow comforting bar.

Half and hour later

You Reo and Nagi are feasting on the not so tasty granola bars but, it will make do. Reo, eyeing the last manky granola bar speaks up with pieces of the expired snack still being chewed up in his mouth

"Last bars mine"

With a look of pure disgust you speak up, only to be cut off by the white-haired slouching giant hastily swallowing his bar, replying in a stern tone.

"No it isn't. It's mine"

"Says who?"

"Says me."

The young purple haired man side eyes Nagi then lunges for the granola bar. Nagi, knowing his companion for far too long also lunges for the last granola bar. As the two young adults tackle each other over the small gold worth bar of nuts and all sorts you can't help but smile and watch them in awe.

Maybe leaving home wasn't so bad after all.

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panfroggy · 1 month ago

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Cherik Apocalypse AU

The time can never stop me from yelling about old gay men

Smallest lil CW for like mutantphobia related violence, death, general zombie things. No gore dw

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OKAY SO. Zombies in this au operate in an evolving and hivemind based infection (Not Fungus). HOWEVER the infection originated with a mutant ability in the world that got out of hand. So in the few remaining survivors, mutants are getting killed on sight or thrown out of survivor camps.

So. The Cast of this au in my head.

Charles (30). Getting his PhD in Genetics when the infection broke out. Currently traveling with Raven and trying to find mutant survivors. (BTW he can walk, No Erik = No Bullet)

Erik (33). Okay idrk what he was doing b4 the infection. Probably working mutant liberation. However! After infection he went through a lot to get his kids (Wanda and Peter). In this he discovers that Wanda is imune to the infection.

Raven (27). Living with Charles and working as a model before in infection in this AU. Now just wants to find and help as many mutants as possible.

Wanda (11). Preteen girl who lived w/ Magda before the infection came and Erik saved her. Imune to the virus. Wants to get the the research centers down south.

Peter (11). Preteen boy same as Wanda. He is theoretically immune to the infection, being twins and all, except they dont know what exactly makes Wanda immune and they aren't keen on testing it. He is frustrated with everything and wants normal back.

Alex (21) Fresh out of jail, fun side effect of a zombie apocalypse is all the prison guards go home. Immediately got Scott and set out. Trying to keep himself and his brother safe.

Scott (14) Happy to have his big brother back! Confused but going with it. Quite the trooper, probably the most well behaved of the kids but also the oldest so yeah.

Logan (???). Girl it's wolverine this is only the third weirdest thing to happen to him. However, he actually cares about living right now because he's somehow managed caring for Jubilee and Kitty. He wants to get them safe, so he's headed south and just hoping.

Kurt (24). Logan's traveling buddy. Was still working in circuses before the infection. Instantly agreed to pack a bag and get moving when first word broke. Now helping in their task to get the girls safe.

Jubilee (5) and Kitty (7). Lumping them together so this post isnt so insane. These two kids were cast out of a survivors group for being mutant and picked up by Logan.

Jean (15). Traveling Alone. PLOT TWIST: Mutant expirimentation on her caused her to freak out and alter someones brain to badly that (mixed with some fucked up biochemistry) created the zombie virus. She's desperately trying to find someone who will help her fix this but is worried that telling anyone will get her killed.

Thats Main Gang TM in my mind. The ones doing all the traveling and eventually crossing paths. Some other group

The Southern Research Facility. Moira and Hank + random scientists. Not important til like the end of all this with the dramas and all that.

First Class. Angel, Darwin and Sean + Other mutants. A small traveling group making camp somwhere around like, Kansas ish. Act as the converging point for the groups as they are a known mutant friendly outpost that is small but open to trade and help.

The Brotherhood. Emma, Azazel, and Toad among others. A group that is Pro Infection and thinks that it will kill all humans so mutants can reign supreme. AFTER the child they hear is a cure.

Okay now for what actually happens. RQ. Alex+Scott originate from like Michigan or Wisconsin. Charles and Raven from New York. Erik and Co. from Washington and Logan and Co. from Canada.

Charles and Raven pretty quickly pick up Alex and Scott when everything starts going down and they become a merry little band that will also pick up Jean. their journey includes a lot more encounters with outside forces and struggles with other survivor groups.

Logan and Kurt stumble into Erik near the begining too and after a quick fight they reluctantly agree to work together. Their journey is dealing with other survivors but also a lot of wrangling four children who are not even teenagers yet.

They converge in Kansas! Meeting up with FC who give them directions to the research base. This is the actual start of Cherik (making yall wait for it IK). Alex and Scott stay with FC but Scott makes Jean promise to come back. The journey there together is mostly personal conflicts and the whole 'Jean caused the Apocalypse btw + we are being actively hunted by a teleporter and a mind reader' thing.

During the traveling they deal with a rly bad swarm and Raven sacrafices herself for them to get out of it. Depression arc! Much hurt/comfort here. Big Cherik leaps made.

When they Get to the facility they are like 'oh yeah Wanda would be super helpful can we cut her skull open?' and Erik gets reasonably angry.

No fear, PETER IS HERE. As a twin he has the same DNA mostly besides mutation. (They arent identical but work w/ me here). He agrees to let the doctors look at him without Erik knowing. Erik gets reasonably angry. Peter ends up not providing anything helpful but they are able to look at his DNA WITHOUT cutting anyone open and find the dyscrepency between the not-exactly identical twins

This is how we discover that the thing that makes them both immune is a genetic glitch carried by the X gene Wanda posesses. Through the amazing world of BioTech they are able to make a serum that will alter peoples genetics to contain the glitch.

Woohoo! Right? EXCEPT the Brotherhood is still totally after Wanda and Jean by this point so they've gotta start schmoving again.

Logan, Kurt and their girls stay back at the research center, not wanting the children to be in more danger. The remainder of the group starts trecking back towards FC when they are intercepted by the brotherhood. Confrontation, Fighting, and Charles getting REALLY MAD happens and the gays come out on top. Cherik love CONFIRMED. The story ending with them walking off into the sunset together, the kids running ahead as FC comes back into view.

UH YEAH! I know the science is actual BS but so it mutants in general so shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. For this just note that Kurt and Raven are #NOTRELATED cuz I ain't justifying their ages.

This would be so fun to write but I'd want it to be so detailed so it'd take FOREVER. Want the dynamics of everyone to be fleshed out. Cherik being THEM. Kurt and Logan being lovers who have stood the test of A LOT leading up to this. Alex being a protective older sibling. Jeans panic, Wanda and Peters closeness and fear of the world, and the girls being patches of joy in a bleak world. not even gonna get into characterization and stuff this is long enough.

I rly hope I explained this half decently. I wrote it at 1 am! Hope you like mayhaps. Maybe I'll write this if enough people are interested. Wanna hear more? Maybe later its bed time

UPDATE: Uh there’s more about this more check it out here👍 and even more here

UPDATE 2: THE FIC IS OUT!!

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phyrestartr · 1 year ago

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Happy Place (HOUND) (Miguel x M!Reader)

Geneticist!Miguel x Guard!Reader Part 3 of HOUND | w/c 3.8k

#NSFW, zombie AU, apocalypse AU, mentions of exploitation and abuse, body horror, gore, immoral research and experiments, power imbalance, reader is a criminal, miguel is a scientist, dark themes, reader is morally grey, bottom!miguel, top!reader, hurt and comfort, it's fluffy in the end, bussy loading lmao

Note: Genuinely had a really fun time writing this!! Was not really planned, but I cannot resist the idea of reader being a big softie towards people he kind of gives a shit about :sob: some angst, some miscommunication, and some good ol' FUCKIN'. Hope you like it! I have an idea for another part, but idk when/if I write it u-u we shall see.

You started behaving differently around him. Miguel rationalized it was just because of the sex–you’d suddenly found a new resource in your “owner,” and so started looking to him to find it, to get a piece of something you’d been without for a long, long time.

But primal instincts suggested something else; you didn’t just look at him like a fuck doll, you looked at him with soft eyes, slow blinks, and gentle patience. Normally, in those hellish meetings you were dragged to, you would stare straight ahead, listening to everything, but not giving away thoughts or opinions. And now?

Whenever Miguel glanced your way, he found you watching him, eyes half-lidded and lovey. The scientist forced himself to look away. He rubbed his mouth, trying to pet away the embarrassment (and will away any uncouth thoughts). Miguel liked the change, of course, but it had to be investigated.

He brought you to Lyla to get some tests done. She was all too happy to see you, calling you a “good dog” and her “best boy” to which you merely huffed and smirked smugly because, yeah, you knew you were the best mutant puppy they had.

“So? To what do I owe the honour of seeing my favourite guy?” Lyla asked as she reached up to fluff up your hair. You bowed your head like a dire wolf leaning in to let a chihuahua preen.

Miguel crossed his arms, equally enamored with your gentility as he was perplexed by it. “He’s different. Less strict and serious, more…” Miguel pursed his lips when a faint grunt of approval boomed in your chest as Lyla scritched a particularly good spot. “That. This. Whatever this is.”

“Awe, come on, he’s just a big puppy. That’s what we made them to be, right? Not a big deal.” But Miguel didn’t buy it. Still, he knew Lyla wouldn’t so easily dismiss his claims, either. “Anything change with you, big guy?”

“Sex,” You answered.

Miguel rubbed his face with a groan. “I–you–”

“Wow, getting in the freak seat, huh, Miguel?” Lyla teased. “Sex puts anyone in a good mood.”

“This isn’t just a good mood. It’s a complete 180.” His hand dropped from his face to gesture towards the teddy bear. “Look at him. He doesn’t do this. What if it becomes a problem?”

“Actually, his cortisol levels’ve been down since he got back to watching you,” Lyla argued, suddenly a tinge more serious. She glanced your way, and her expression shifted just the slightest bit before returning to Miguel. “Really don’t think it’s a big deal.”

“You don’t think?”

“Pal, buddy, come on–”

“Please, just–just run tests. Just check.” Echoes of snarling mouths rippled to the forefront of his mind. His palms began to sweat. “I need you to check.”

She must have understood.

Lyla agreed, and assigned Miguel with a temporary HOUND escort. While it was humiliating to need a babysitter around the clock, Miguel couldn’t go without one–every blind corner, every door sitting sealed sent his heart into a panic, made him want to curl into himself and disappear. Having a superhuman by his side was the only thing that gave him some sense of comfort.

Miguel paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder. He glimpsed your back turned to him as Lyla dutifully prepared for the examination.

“When do I get him back?” Miguel asked, like he didn’t just demand Lyla take him.

The woman in question shrugged. “Eh. Dunno. Shouldn’t be more than an hour. Probably less than that. If there’s a problem, I’ll keep him longer.”

Oh. Miguel didn’t like that.

–

You came back about an hour later, tagging out your substitute and finally, finally, taking up your spot by the door. Miguel’s shoulders relaxed with the buzzing in his mind. Things were okay again.

“So?” Miguel asked, pulling himself up from his desk to saunter towards you. “Anything?”

You glanced his way with a familiar, stony set to your stare. “Not much.”

“Really.” He could tell you’d snapped out of whatever lovey dovey daze you’d gotten stuck in, though. Your body wasn’t so open anymore, what with your arms crossed and eyes simmered down into burnt-out coal. “You expect me to believe that?”

You didn’t answer. But your silence said enough.

–

Things went back to normal. You remained distant and far off, but attentive and responsive to Miguel’s needs and wants; you stood closer to him if his stress peaked, you never left his line of sight, you fucked him if he beckoned you to the bed. You reset back into the dog you used to be.

Miguel didn’t like it. He’d taken you to Lyla to see if something was wrong with you, if you were going to break and snap, turning into the thing that’d tried to kill the both of you. He didn’t want you to reset. He didn’t want you pulling away.

–

The undead were slowing down. Another winter had hit, and it hit hard, knocking out the city’s electricity and tearing down power lines. But it’d frozen the dead, rendered their bodies useless and slow in the frigid streets of New York.

It made capturing specimens easier and faster for the HOUNDs, just as it made extermination easier for the military as they scrambled to secure a quadrant of the city before winter passed into spring. All reports suggested the reclamation efforts were going well with few accidents and even less resistance from each point of interest hit. The amount of hideaways and survivor camps were astonishing as well, all tucked away into the tops of skyscrapers or underground in the darkness of parking lots. Civilians were truly incredible.

But the HOUNDs were working double time, hardly having ample opportunity to shut their eyes before being requested again and again and again–there was always a building that needed to be cleared, a squadron that needed to be found, civilian colonies that needed to be relocated, and your sort was best suited for it all.

Thankfully for you, retrieval efforts took a brief pause after a 99% clearance was announced, and the military began construction for official sector lockdown. Finally, there would be a safe space for the public to exist in, sealed off from the rest of the decaying, hungry world.

And you would get a break. A chance to let the frostbite heal, to get shot up with painkillers, and bask in the synthetic warmth of Alchemax. Or, they’d kill you and let you rest forever if your test results came back as troublesome or unpromising. God, you hoped you were still promising.

You’d done your best, shoved away the shreds of affection you felt for your keeper to maintain focus and keep worried eyes away from you. Your mind was clear. You felt fine. You really did. But they were human, and they were scared of what they created (what else is new), even though they depended on you and your ilk so heavily for safety, and for the most dangerous of missions.

The sort of missions that had some of your kind put down after abnormalities, consistent with the incident several months ago, were detected in their DNA. The sort of missions that gave some of your kind the chance to make a run for it out in the field, daring the outside world in favour of living as a slave to Alchemax. You could understand it. You could sympathize, even; freedom was a beautiful idea, but with the world in such a state, the confines of your prison promised more freedom than the wildlands of the old world.

Idiots. Every single one of them.

The truck jostled you back to consciousness. The pounding in your head worsened, the pressure in your sinuses amplified, and your will to go on slowly withered away. But, thank whatever was left of God, you were almost back to Alchemax. Almost home.

You wished you could collapse into Miguel’s bed beside him and sleep it all off, but that uncomfortable panic your soft side threw him into wasn’t acceptable. You didn’t understand it, but you weren’t going to fight it. There wasn’t any point.

–

Miguel awoke to you standing by his door, arms crossed, back against the wall, and head bowed as you quietly snoozed. Normally, you didn't sleep on the job. Normally, you didn't look like shit either, though; you had a mask of sorts covering the bottom half of your face, probably one equipped with an air purifier to keep illness away from the rest of the building, and your skin lost its natural light to it, accentuating the deep crescents of shadows under your eyes.

He needs rest. That was the first thought in his mind, and the one that got him up and out of bed to get you. He expected a fight, honestly, but you were easily guided to where Miguel led you in your hardly-conscious state.

“‘M fine,” you grumbled, brows furrowing and weak hands lamely trying to free yourself from Miguel's touch.

“You need to lay down.” And somehow, he made it happen. Miguel got you in the bed and pulled off your boots before settling back down himself. It was strange, he realized, how he felt safe with you simply sleeping beside him, and sharing your warmth with him. Maybe he didn't need you to stand guard and sacrifice sleep for his sake anymore.

–

Miguel didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, but waking up pressed into the warmth of your too-big frame was a welcome surprise. Your limbs were tangled all around him, your legs threading through his, your arms draped around him, your nose pressed into his mess of chestnut hair while deep, rumbly purrs rolled against his back. Your claws were out, too, every now and again gently kneading against his chest and stomach when happy dreams danced through your mind.

It was when you let out a grumpy growl that Miguel smiled. He couldn’t stop himself from trying to carefully, slowly, turn in your arms, avoiding getting nicked and waking you up just to catch a glimpse of your sleeping face. Miguel settled back in, feeling you adjust and watching your brows furrow the slightest bit while you unknowingly made accommodations for him.

“What’re you dreaming about, huh?” Miguel murmured when your expression slackened again and the drone of purring resumed. He reached towards your face carefully, running his thumb against the mess of scars intersecting with your bum eye; you never let him touch your face, always shying away or wincing in a recoil whenever he so tried. He never knew if he hurt you, or if you didn’t want to be reminded. It’s not like he ever knew what was going on in your head, anyway.

Maybe I should. A thought that plagued him far too often. As far as he knew, the others didn’t bond too well with their guards, at least not to this level. But maybe they should have taken the time to. Maybe they should have matched you based on personality compatibility, or something similar to make sure you’d get along, to ensure nothing like that abomination could have happened in the first place. Maybe then they’d care about the HOUND division more. Maybe then you wouldn’t be seen as expendable.

Your good eye opened when Miguel’s thumb dipped down into the scar resting flush against the bone of your damaged eye socket. You recoiled with a wince and sat up in a hurry, looking around the room in confusion and running a hand through your hair.

“What the fuck,” you grumbled, voice hoarse. You coughed into your arm, but the mask caught it for you “Didn’t mean to–”

“I made you lay down,” Miguel said, firm.

You looked at him, confused for a moment before relaxing into your plain, uncaring state. You rolled your shoulders a few times before reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it up bit by bit; Miguel was almost too distraught by the bandages and marks marring your body for him to realize what you thought he wanted.

“Wh–hey, no, no.” He sat up and stopped you, grabbing your arm to give you pause. “Just–stop. Relax.”

“You’re giving me mixed signals.” Your brows furrowed. “Don’t like me lookin’ at you, don’t want me getting too comfortable–”

Miguel’s gut twisted. “I didn’t know if something was wrong–”

“You that scared of me?”

“I’m not–”

“Then what is it.”

Miguel didn’t have the words. He didn’t know. He couldn’t straighten out his thoughts enough to give you a succinct, reasonable answer that’d make sense and cover everything. He didn’t know what he was thinking or feeling during those blurred days of the apocalypse.

“I don’t know.” Miguel stared hard at your arm. His fidgety hands fussed with the bandages.

You waited for a beat for him to continue, but he didn’t. You leaned in the slightest bit like it’d encourage him before you prodded further. “You don’t know?”

“Anything. About all of this–everything. Everything’s ending.” Ah. How optimistic of him, one of the men tasked with giving the world a fighting chance, to save humanity. “Nothing good happens anymore.” Right?

You stayed quiet for a long while. Miguel didn't know how to read that look on your face. He could only imagine what someone like you, someone hardened and fucked over by the world, was thinking, what you were judging by his words and–

“Some dinosaurs got fucked by volcanic ash,” you interrupted, “but some changed, and turned into birds. Like chickens ‘n shit. Some things turned into us, too. Somehow.” You cleared your throat and rubbed at the mask covering your mouth. “Don’t like the idea that we evolved from a fucking dolphin or whatever, but it happened. We're here, too, like those fucking chickens. Despite the world ending.” You spared him a look this time. “Things still lived, even if they changed.”

Miguel was dumbstruck. And he understood what you were saying. So much more than what you tried to convey. You were starting to make sense to him.

“Huh. That was almost optimistic. Profound, even,” he offered with a soft smile. “Didn’t know you knew so much about chickens.”

You scoffed. “My kid loved that stupid fun fact. Loved dinosaurs. Told me about them all the time…fuckin’ chickens and dinosaurs.” You were smiling, too. He heard it in your voice, saw the creases by your eyes.

“Sounds like a smart kid.”

You nodded. “She was.”

–

He convinced you to keep him company for the day, the night, and the morning. It was a relief, waking up next to you again, feeling just a little less hopeless as the hours passed in your presence while chicken fun facts echoed in his thoughts. Hell, he was even starting to like being the little spoon, especially when he felt stiff, morning excitement pressing up against his ass.

You weren’t that shy about it. You pulled his hips closer and ground up against him, grumbling and sighing through that stupid mask into his ear. Maybe you were still asleep, indulging in your body’s wants as dreams carried your subconscious into similar territory. Miguel only hoped you were dreaming about him.

He jumped when your large hand groped his hardening cock through his joggers. He started scrambling and reaching for the side table for the bottle of oil he kept on hand for the nights he had you in his bed (and for his own personal time), nearly dropping the damn thing when you started pulling and tearing at his pants, suddenly deciding you were beyond impatient to have him.

“Wait–hey, just–wait a second–” Miguel scrambled to shove his sweats down before you could do anymore damage. You huffed a laugh in his ear when you finally groped his hot skin. The sound lit an inferno in his chest. “Impatient pendejo.”

“Lube.”

“I'm working on it.” He lathered two fingers with oil and reached back, prodding before pushing in as you spread him wide. Your impatience had his fingers pumping in and out quicker, hastily convincing his tight ring to relax and loosen for the main event. Your hand gripped his cock and tugged firmly, making his hips buck back against you and lodge his digits in deeper with an embarrassing squelch. That, in your mind, meant he was ready to go.

You pulled his hand away rudely before yanking down your waistband and jamming yourself into him. Miguel gasped and struggled against you before you thrust forward, simultaneously pulling his hips back, and fully seating him. Your arms snaked around him to cage him in and stop him from wriggling away if it got to be too much–you wouldn't have it. Miguel liked it that way.

“Mierda, you–” he choked down a whine when your hand curled around his throat and held firm. “D-Don't get too carried away.” But thorny barbs pushed at his skin, teasing and kneading while Miguel's core melted and eased around you. His hand felt down, jolting a little at the bump jutting out from his flat stomach. Sometimes he forgot how big you were.

You pushed two fingers into his mouth when you started moving, rutting into him lazily and sloppily, dragging rugged moans out of his chest with every draw of your bodies together. He bit down on your fingers hard and grasped your hand at his neck to find some kind of anchor point. Another breathy laugh had Miguel opening his legs wider, his back arching off of your chest. You wrenched your fingers from his mouth and pulled him back in, adjusting yourself to make use of his compliance and fuck him better.

“Such a good little thing,” you grumbled, voice roiling with dark thorns. “You like being manhandled, huh?” And you squeezed his thigh and his throat hard, digging in your barbs just enough to threaten injury. “Like bein’ a whore?”

Miguel wanted to snap at you, to tell you to shut the fuck up and stop teasing (bullying) him, but you hit him where it counted and freed his mind from the concept of speech. One of his hands balled into the sheets while the other clawed back at you, trying to sink further into his set anchors.

“Hm? You tryna say somethin’?” You asked with such condescending mirth in your words. “You wanna tell me how good it feels?”

The hand around his throat was joined by the one leaving his thigh, and you squeezed harder. Delicious sparks of blackness muddied his vision, the near-death feeling accentuating the hard cracks of your hips into his, the white-hot blaze curling his toes and shaking his thighs.

“Tell me,” you demanded again, a little louder, a little more annoyed. But how was Miguel expected to speak when he was so close to the edge of life, death and pleasure? He was nearly there, so close, just a little more–

But you pulled out.

Miguel heaved in breaths and blinked away the fog shrouding his sight. He wondered if old wounds gave you pause, or if fatigue had finally gripped you and extinguished your desire. And it concerned him, the idea you weren't ready for this, that you might've felt pressured or–

“Tell me.”

–oh, no, you were just being a cocky asshole. Figures.

Miguel scoffed and reached back, weakly pawing for your slick cock rubbing against the curve of his ass, trying to guide it back to where he needed it. You should've known well enough how good you were, and yet–

“Words.”

“I-It’s good,” Miguel croaked, cringing at his stuttering. “I–can’t you just–” Your charge choked on a mangled cry when your claws broke skin and sunk deep. But the afterburn fuelled the explosion boiling in Miguel’s gut. God, what was wrong with him?

“Please,” he finally whined.

A pleased purr vibrated against Miguel’s back. “Please?”

Miguel screwed his eyes shut to ward off the wave of embarrassment crashing down him. “Fuck me. I have to–I need to–”

You slammed back in, and Miguel almost shattered. He half-turned out of your grip, chest brushing the sheets while his abdomen twisted to still give you his ass; but you were a benevolent menace, and rose to your knees, guiding his hips up with you while he buried his pleas into the mattress.

“Good. I'll give you what you want. I can do that.”

And after a few bullseye hits, Miguel came undone. His hips jittered and stuttered, overwhelmed and ecstatic with the electricity shooting through his body and burning him alive. You held him tightly, moaning lowly as you plowed into his stifling heat, determined to plunge off the edge yourself while torturing your partner with wave after wave of tumultuous ecstasy. You really were too good at this. It was almost unfair.

“Por favour,” Miguel gasped. He was breaking. It was too much. Too much–

“Shut up,” you grunted, but the plea must've done the trick; your hips jolted to a stop once flush up against Miguel's ass, and a familiar flood of heat filled his guts. Miguel pulled on fistfuls of his hair and bit down on his other hand's knuckles. He probably would have passed right out if he hadn't grounded his soul with a little bit of pain.

You slumped on top of him unceremoniously, like a dog flopping back onto its owner. You grumbled and wheezed in a way that sounded far too dad-like, in a way that almost made Miguel laugh and did indeed bring a tired smile to his face. As much as you were an insufferable asshole, you were just as cute and silly. Miguel quite possibly loved that about you.

“What? All that shit-talking tire you out?” Miguel asked.

You huffed. “Still sore.” Ah. Maybe your earlier torture was to disguise your need for a break after all. “You got me going too much.”

“Sorry? You're the one who started it.”

“You're the one who begged to get fucked,” you retorted like an annoying teenager. “Like a bitch in heat.”

Miguel sighed. He knew he wasn't about to win this one, but he had to try. His stubbornness wouldn't let him back down.

“You're the one who woke up hard. Grinding against my ass to–” he stuttered when you pulled out suddenly before flopping down beside him in bed, “--t-to get off.” Christ he hated you. You were so fucking annoying.

“You liked it.” You watched him grab some tissues from the side table and clean up as much as he could before rolling on his back to stare at the ceiling. “You're horny as fuck.”

Miguel lamely slapped a hand at your chest, and you caught it, pinning it against your warmth. Miguel didn't mind. It felt nice.

“Yeah. Well. It's the apocalypse.”

“It's the apocalypse,” you agreed.

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