#zed x reader

milo manheim x reader !

the flash of cameras was dizzying, but you’d gotten used to it. being part of the zombies movies meant red carpets, fan events, interviews, and smiling until your cheeks ached. tonight was no different — another promotional event, a stage lit up with pink and green, walls plastered with posters of zombies 3.

but this one was bigger. fans lined the barricades outside, screaming your name, holding posters, waving signs with your face and… milo’s.

and that’s when you saw it.

a giant glittery poster in the crowd that read: “Y/N + MILO = ENDGAME 💚.”

you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. fans had been shipping you and milo since the very first press junket, when you accidentally finished each other’s sentences in an interview. it only got worse after bloopers leaked of the two of you clinging to each other during rehearsals. “chemistry” was the word people used.

and, okay… maybe they weren’t wrong.

“hey,” a familiar voice murmured beside you. milo stepped up, sharp in a black suit that made his green eyes stand out, his easy grin flashing as he leaned close. “you see that sign? think we should tell them we’re secretly married already?”

you swatted his arm, laughing. “stop.”

but he just smirked, soaking in the blush that rose to your cheeks.

onstage, the energy was electric. the cast sat in a row of chairs for the panel, but somehow you and milo ended up side by side. every time the moderator asked a question, you found yourselves glancing at each other, like you couldn’t help it.

when someone asked what it was like filming the final dance sequence, milo leaned into his mic. “honestly? i almost tripped like five times, but y/n saved me.”

you laughed. “you’re exaggerating. it was only three.”

the audience erupted into screams and chants, phones snapping nonstop. you shook your head, but the warmth in your chest stayed.

and then a fan asked the question you knew was coming.

“do you guys… have chemistry offscreen, too?”

the crowd roared. milo raised his brows, glancing sideways at you, clearly trying not to grin. you covered your face with your hand.

“define chemistry,” you said, playing it off with a laugh.

milo leaned closer, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear: “they’re not wrong, though.”

your breath hitched, and you turned just enough to see the way he was looking at you — not as a costar, not as part of the act, but as you.

after the panel, the two of you slipped backstage while the rest of the cast handled press. the air was cooler, quiet, the muffled screams of fans echoing through the walls.

you leaned against the wall, exhaling. “that was insane.”

milo chuckled, running a hand through his messy curls. “yeah. but fun.” then, softer, “you’re fun.”

you rolled your eyes, but the blush crept in anyway. “you’re impossible.”

“nah,” he said, stepping a little closer. “i just like hanging out with you. and apparently, so does half the internet.”

you laughed, but the sound caught when you realized how close he really was. his smile faded into something softer, his eyes holding yours for a beat too long.

“you know,” he said carefully, “i used to think the whole shipping thing was just fans being fans. but… maybe they see something we don’t want to admit.”

the world seemed to pause — the lights, the noise, everything fading except him.

“milo…” you whispered.

his grin returned, crooked and hopeful. “don’t worry, i’m not about to propose in front of a thousand people. but maybe after this event, we ditch the press party and just… go get burgers? just us?”

you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “like a date?”

his eyes lit up. “exactly like a date.”

from the hall, someone called for both of you to head to the meet-and-greet. but for a moment, neither of you moved. you just stood there in the quiet, the air buzzing with something unspoken, undeniable.

finally, you nodded. “burgers after.”

milo’s grin spread wide, and for the first time all night, it wasn’t for the cameras. it was for you.

the city streets were quieter now that the event was over. neon signs flickered, streetlights casting a soft glow on the sidewalk. you and milo walked side by side, shoulder brushing shoulder, laughing about the chaotic press questions and fan signs.

“i still can’t believe someone actually made a glittery poster that says we’re married,” you said, shaking your head.

“hey, it’s accurate, isn’t it?” he teased.

“not yet,” you countered, nudging him playfully.

the burger joint was small, cozy, and smelled like fries and grilled onions. you found a booth in the corner and slid in across from him, still buzzing from the night.

“so,” milo said, leaning back with that grin that made your heart skip, “if we’re going to be shipped this hard by the internet, we should probably practice being cute in public.”

you laughed, rolling your eyes. “practice, huh?”

he leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “obviously. gotta make it believable.”

and for the rest of the evening, it was just that — laughing, teasing, sharing fries, joking about fan theories, and stealing glances across the table that were way too long to be innocent.

as the night went on, the neon lights outside flickered over your faces, making the city feel like it was yours alone. at one point, milo brushed a strand of hair from your face, his hand lingering longer than necessary.

“so… how did we go from being co-stars to this?” you murmured, voice soft.

“i guess the fans were right all along,” he said, his smile crooked and hopeful, “they just knew we needed a little push to notice it ourselves.”

you leaned back, letting the warmth of his hand still resting near yours settle in. “i think… i like their taste.”

“yeah?” he teased, eyes twinkling. “me too.”

when you finally left the burger joint, bellies full and hearts racing, milo slipped his hand into yours. “so… date night complete?” he asked softly.

“best date night ever,” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

and as the two of you walked through the quiet streets, the city lights twinkling around you, you knew that the fans weren’t just shipping a fantasy. you and milo? the chemistry, the laughter, the stolen glances — it was real. all eyes might have been on you tonight, but for the first time, it didn’t matter. because all you could see was each other.

Summery: zed needs to pass and you have an A, who better to help than you?

Warnings: smut, heavy sec talk ig, not canon obvi, not your Disneys zombie. Both characters are of age!

Mdni 18+

Masterlist

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Seabrook has decided to make sex ed a required course the year before I graduate, meaning I have to take it to be able to graduate this May. Everyone in senior year is because we never had to take it. I don't think we even had the option until maybe last year. While we have zombies, werewolves, and aliens, groups of what some people still care enough to call monsters, others consider the real monster to be sex in the open or just sex. If you even say the word, everyone starts to clutch their pearls like you just cussed in a church. So naturally, those parents threw a fit even though most of their kids have long kissed their virginity goodbye.

Also I love your stories plz keep up the good work, I read them after some ranked matches sometimes.

✦–Aftercare headcanons.✦ (NSFW)

✦How do they care about you (or not /jk) after sex.

✧ prompt: ✧ aftercare headcanons preceded with some sex scenes.

✧ champions: ✧ Aatrox, the Darkin Blade; Kayn, the Shadow Reaper; Thresh, the Chain Warden; Zed, the Master of Shadows.

✧ reader: ✧ female.

✧ author’s note: ✧ I’m not dead, although I am not promising anything - totally not staying here for long. I might just reappear sometime and then vanish again. But I’m reading all your request and thinking of them, promise. Don’t ever stop sending them <3.

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thanks for this anon! my wips keep getting longer and longer and more keep cropping up so headcanons are a perfect way to get out my horny thought about bottom walterrrrr

Firstly, despite all of his talk, Wally never got topped while he was alive. Call it a product of the time or him being a wuss, he never actually did the deed, leaving him with an eternally virgin hole. After every time he gets fucked as a ghost, it resets, so he's never stretched out and every time feels like his first time for his ass.

Wally is very cocky about how well he can take anyone. As a ghost, I can see him getting topped by Yuri, Mr. Martin, and getting pretty creative with dildos. All of which he swears that he can take without issue and with no prep, but their varying sizes all have the same effect on him. (More in the point below.)

Wally is a whiner no matter what sized dick he's taking. It could be a couple inch long dick--or maybe just the tip of a really big dick--and he'll be losing all composure the second in enters his ass. The size of the dick plowing him is the main thing to make him lose himself, but if they're into rough sex, he'll be awful at taking it. He buries his face in pillows or in his arms, and his favorite position is doggy style or really anything where he's facing down so he can get absolutely plowed. He isn't into the intimate side of things, rather, he just wants to take it. This lends itself well to his dom top, as you could bend him over anywhere and he'll take it.

Despite all of this, he's still very slutty and constantly chases sex. That part is true for both when he was alive and dead. Though, he was never satisfied when he was alive because he was always topping some girl, so every orgasm was unsatisfactory. The kinky stuff still permeated with him though, like how he enjoys body shots and kissing. He just had to will himself into being the dom in every scenario, but as a ghost, that finally got to change. Not only could he bottom without shame and judgement (or maybe they do judge him for being a cocky jock who only breaks the mold by being a subby bottom), he could also get freakier. Objects he dreamed of using as dildos are now free use, and he loves playing with himself when no one has the time to dick him down. Even when he's around others, he'll find something to tease his hole with shamelessly. Like leaning back against the corner of a desk or riding a football. Once he does have sex though to supposedly 'get his horniness out', he'll be ready for another round moments later.

Similarly, as mentioned above, his attitude would never waver. He was a cocky, homophobic jock during his life and that didn't die with him. He's gonna bully whoever tops him as a ghost and still treat them like shit. He would likely be 'picky' about when they can play with his hole or fuck him, but the dom top he's around knows it takes just a second of pushing to get him to fold. This is mostly in the case that the reader or another student were to top him, as I don't believe he would do this with someone he respects like Mr. Martin. Mr. Martin could say it's for 'science' or a test about the ghost world and he wouldn't give any pushback. Wally would be dropping his sweatpants so fast, but if we smacked his ass? He'd smack us and then bottom.

In terms of body headcanons, we've already seen Wally's ass, but since he died at his game, it's eternally dirty and sweaty down there. Even when he was alive, though, it still wasn't kept clean down there. He came from a time where it wasn't popular to douche or really practice good bottom health, especially since it wasn't accepted to be gay and the knowledge of it would have only really been possessed by people that accepted their sexuality. Which Wally did not, so it's never exactly been the cleanest or well-prepped down there.

this is an au where zombies were never allowed to go to human high school. so zed is aged up (though age is never mentioned so you can imagine whatever) but has never been on the other side of the barrier. i attempted not to use gendered language but i tend to write with fem!reader in mind.

also please ignore any inconsistent verb tenses. english is not my first language and verb tenses are literally the bane of my existence. + i wrote this in like an hour

Please and thank you ☺️

You are such a good writer and I would appreciate it so much, but also no pressure if you decide not to. Xox

No worries anon. And I apologize for the wait.

Mistaken Identity

Zed Conagher x wife reader

Warning: smut, mistaken identity. Emesis Blue creepy shenanigans.

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The sun was beginning to sink behind the hills as you pulled up to the rusted gates of the Conagher Slaughterhouse. The old building loomed above like the shriveled arm of a too shallowly dug corpse. It's been ten days. Ten long, grueling days without word of Dell. Anxiety and fear were constant companions each night as the sun gave way to the night sky. The darkness of the quint town house you both built together felt wrong. It was made for two in mind, not one. Not one half of a whole. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you blink them away rapidly-almost as if they were never there. Your hands tremble as you clutch the steering wheel. Your wedding band pressing into your delicate skin. It had been ten days. Ten days of unanswered calls of blank-eyed neighbors muttering “probably just left” But Dell wouldn't do that. Not without telling you.

The crunching of gravel assaulted your ears as the car rolled slowly forward, the sounds like bones cracking and popping under the weight like a morbid chorus, tightened like a boa constrictor in the pit of your stomach. The Conagher Slaughterhouse stood like an old war wound—cracked, abandoned, and somehow still breathing. Ugly against the sky as if an afront to god himself. Its windows, now shattered and hollow, stared out like sunken eyes.

This was the last place Dell would have wanted you to be. And you knew it.

"Remember Darlin, If anything happens. Just stay in place." His honeyed drawl would whisper lovingly into your ear as you both enjoyed the warmth of the summer night.

"Dell, I'd help you no matter what. I'm your wife."

His warm chuckle and the weight of his thick chest against you back quieted you as he nuzzled his nose into the top of your head.

"Don't go lookin for me sugar. Dont be callin the cops, just..continue bein your sweet lil self."

The memory stung like a hot knife from a forge being thrust and twisted into your gut. You knew your husband wasn't a good man. You knew he got his hands dirty, but with what was better left unsaid. So, going to the police for help was easily ruled out. And ten days alone..Dell always left little post-it notes around the house. The little messages either conveyed his love in messy chicken scratch or left and estimated day of his return...But it's been ten days since he was supposed to be home. Something just didn't feel right.

You pulled the car into a small dirt patch just outside the entrance to the derelict looking slaughterhouse. Killing the engine, the abrupt silence trills loudly in your ears. The hum of the wind in the distance sounds like screaming. With a soft snarl, you pushed the heavy car door open. The smell of the damp air and petrichor of the soil welcomed you as you all but flung yourself from the vehicle's confines.

Treading forwards tentatively, the sound of gravel underfoot soon gives way to the sound of heels on the concrete.

Dell had loved this town. Loved the quiet mornings with the sun rising over the hills, the smell of fresh-cut grass, and the way the river would glisten like liquid silver in the afternoon. It had been a simple life, but it had been yours—together. It hadn’t always been easy, of course, but the small joys, the shared silences, the simple fact of knowing that he was there beside you—these were the things that kept you going.

He loved you more than anything. Love you so much that he left some of his family just to be with you. Never once did he mention his life, where he grew up of what schools he went to. But just by looking at him from the moment you both first met you could tell the man was more than just smart.

The air stank of rot, not the sweet, earthy smell of decay, but something sharper, more metallic. Scrunching up your nose in disgust, you are forced to squint your eyes to try and peer through the darkness.

There, lying in the middle of the hallway was a pool of dark, viscous liquid. It glinted in the low light—too dark to be water, too rich to be anything else. 'Blood' your mind whispered. Your stomach twisted.

Then, the creak of the floorboards behind you made your heart skip a beat.

You spun around, every muscle in your body tensed, ready for a confrontation, the autonomic nervous system of your body going into overdrive as you search the darkness with your eyes desperately. But there was nothing. No one. Just the quiet darkness, and the sense that something—no... Someone—was watching you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end.

swallowing the heavy lump in your throat you croak out a soft bleat. Forcing your voice to break the cumbersome silence. “Dell? Is that you?” The words felt weak, whispered to the point of a squeak. As fragile as they might shatter the moment, they left your lips.

No answer.

The silence that followed was thick and heavy, pressing down on you, smothering you. You wanted to scream, to demand an answer, but your throat was tight with the weight of your own fear.

"Dell?!"

The shadows of the slaughterhouse stretched long and distorted, as if the very building was bending to watch you. The silence was oppressive, pressing in on all sides. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind, seemed amplified, as though it were part of some cruel orchestration designed to keep you on edge.

"Dell?! Please?! Where are you?"

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag, knuckles white against the fabric, as you slowly made your way through the hall. Gingerly stepping over the puddle of what you want to think is water, you can't help but clutch the shawl around your shoulders tighter for warmth. With each step the hairs on your arms stand up straight, goosebumps form without a second's notice. 'Just cold' you think to yourself even though you feel as though they could feel an unholy presence you had started to sense in every corner of the pitch black.

A low, rasping sound echoed from behind you—a dragging noise, like something heavy being pulled across the ground. You spun around again, your breath quick and shallow, but again there was nothing.

Without warning, a pair of large warm hands grab you and hold you steady. A startled screech of bloody murder never leaves your lips as one palm is placed firmly over your mouth, and the other around your middle. Blanking out of terror, your body freezes in place. Your mind going numb as you can barely register being dragged and manhandled to another location.

The person dragging you stops, and for a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your own harsh breathing, mingling with the distant wind. The overwhelming silence presses in, and you're acutely aware of how alone you are, trapped in this nightmare. Slowly, painfully, the pressure on your mouth loosens, though the grip around your waist remains. You feel like you could break into a thousand pieces, but a voice—familiar, low, comforting—whispers from behind you.

"Shhh... Don't fight it. You’re safe now."

That voice.

It’s his. Your heart stutters. Dell?

You whip around, nearly losing your balance as the sudden motion threatens to tip you over. Your eyes meet the shadowed face of the man behind you, the face of the man you thought you'd lost.

But it's not quite the face you remember. His features are darker, his expression harder. The eyes that once held love, tenderness, are now cold, calculating. A glint of something—fear, or maybe something worse—flickers behind them.

"Dell?" The word escapes you like a prayer. It's more of a whisper, thick with disbelief.

"Dell?" The word trembled in the air between you, a fragile thread that could snap at any moment.

He didn't answer immediately. His grip on you tightened, his fingers pressing into your ribs in a way that felt wrong, like he was trying to keep you in place, to stop you from moving. The weight of his touch was heavy, like it carried more than just his strength. There was something unfamiliar about him now, something that made your skin crawl, even though the voice was undeniably his.

He didn’t speak right away. His gaze drifted over you, his eyes flickering with something unreadable as he took you in—examining you like you were a thing to be inspected, not a person to be cherished. The man who had held you close in the dark, whispered sweet words of love in your ear, was gone. In his place stood a stranger.

"I—I thought you were dead," you stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush, desperate, like you were trying to hold onto the fragile thread of sanity that was slipping away from you.

Dell didn’t respond. His lips pressed into a thin line, as if the words he wanted to say were being kept behind a locked door. He studied you for a long moment before letting go of you entirely, his hands retreating from your skin with an unnatural slowness, like he didn’t want to let you go.

"Why... why didn’t you come back?" Your voice cracked, barely a whisper now. The air was thick with tension, the silence between you suffocating, and the weight of his unreadable stare was unbearable.

He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he were searching for the right words. "You shouldn't have come here," he muttered. The words felt heavy, thick with something you couldn’t quite place. Blinding white hot anger surged within your very soul, without thinking. Your arms find their way to Dell's lapels, and before you know it familiar feeling lips crash against your own. Whining into the kiss, you hike your right leg up to hook behind one of his own, the modest dress you have on rises up to rest on the meat of your upper thigh as you try to meld with the man you've spent so long missing.

Your kiss is hungry, needy, and longing. As if you're conveying all the emotions, you've tucked away for your own sake. But his lips against your feel ravenous. Sparks of pleasure ignite on your lips as stubble scratches the delicate skin around your mouth. The smell of grease, oil and his sweat fills your nostrils. The way he snakes his hands round to play with the flesh of your ass through your clothes has you whimpering.

"mnah- Dell, fu- you know I-inngh don't like you grabbin so har-d."

His grip loosened just enough for your breath to return, but not enough to forget how tightly he’d held you—how easily he could do it again. He pulled back from the kiss, breath hot against your lips, his eyes flickering with that same strange hunger you couldn’t place. For a heartbeat, there was your Dell. Your husband. But it vanished behind something feral. Something darker.

"I missed you,” he murmured, almost tender. “Missed you so bad I damn near lost my mind.”

Leading you by the hand like a knight in shinning armor. Dell walks you to a larger room. The walls bare safe for a large viewing window, and a map covering the farthest wall. furrowing your brows as your eyes adjust to the light, you could have sworn Dell didn't have a jacket like the one he's wearing. But all thought leaves your mind as he sets you up on the desk like a meal ready to be devoured.

Dell’s breath catches as your body presses against his, and for a heartbeat, everything falls silent. It’s just the two of you—his warmth surrounding you, his scent grounding you in this moment that feels like a dream. His lips brush softly over yours, hesitant at first, as if he’s afraid to rush this. But it’s impossible to hold back the flood of emotions that surge between you. The kiss deepens, slow and gentle, a quiet exploration of the love you’ve both held in your hearts for all this time.

You pull him closer, your legs wrapping around his waist as he swiftly pushes aside the fabric of your dampened panties.

“mmm, so sweet for me.” he murmurs between kisses, his voice thick with emotion, rough with the weight of everything he’s been holding back.

You meet his gaze, your own heart racing with the intensity of the moment. Without a word, you close the distance between you again, your lips pressing to his with more urgency this time. It’s slow at first—tentative—but the yearning between you both is undeniable, and soon the kiss deepens, growing more heated, more desperate, as though this moment, this connection, can never be enough. His lips trail along your jawline, down your neck, leaving blossoms of reds and purples.

Dell’s hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your silky hair as he deepens the kiss. His touch is possessive but gentle, as if he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re real, that you’re really here. That you're here for HIM.

His lips leave yours reluctantly, trailing down your neck, across your collarbone, each kiss more urgent than the last. You can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, the way his mouth moves with a purpose, a hunger. The thought makes your core tighten and clench with need.

When his lips reach the sensitive spot just below your ear you shiver, and Dell smirks, his teeth grazing the spot just enough to send a His hand moves down, resting gently on the small of your back, pulling you even closer, until you can feel the impressively hard outline of him against your slick folds.

You’re overwhelmed by the sensation of him—his body against yours, the fabric of his overalls getting stained with your juices with each small jut of his hips. The pressure of his touch, the need in his every movement. Your hands slide up to his shoulders, tugging at the hem of his shirt, urging him to get closer, to feel more of him. He hesitates for just a moment, then pulls his shirt over his head with a single, fluid motion. You let out a shaky breath as you take in the sight of him, the strong, familiar lines of his body that you’ve missed more than you can say.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice rough, filled with awe and desire. His eyes trace over you, his gaze heated, intense, as if he can’t quite believe you’re really here.

You smile softly, reaching for his hands, guiding them to your own body, showing him where you need him, where you want him. He follows your lead eagerly, his touch reverent, as if he’s afraid of breaking you. But you need him to touch you, to hold you, to pull you into him with the same hunger that you feel in your chest.

His lips find yours again, and this time the kiss is raw, all of the pent-up longing between you finally coming to a head. You’re both desperate, your bodies pressed so tightly together that it feels like you’re two halves of the same whole. His hands move with purpose, and you respond in kind, every touch, every caress a hidden language all its own.

You feel the pulse of desire in every inch of your body as his fingers trail up your spine, brushing against your skin, igniting a fire that only he can fuel. You pull him closer, if that’s even possible, your hands slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, feeling the heavy heat of him, and the undeniable evidence of his own throbbing need.

The kiss breaks, and Dell’s breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve needed you.” His voice cracks slightly, raw with the emotion he’s trying to hide. You tilt your head back, offering him your neck, your body—everything.

“I’m here,” you breathe, your voice shaky, “I’m right here, Dell.”

The air is thick, heavy with the scent of anticipation. It clings to everything—the warmth of your bodies, the heat of your breaths, the intoxicating pulse of your connection. Without missing a beat Dell grunts as he frees himself from the confines of his overalls and gently teases your already moist opening. Hand too large to be Dell's grabs your knees to force them just a tad wider as he gently splits you apart. Inch by inch, he makes you take him. The stunted gasp that tears its way from your throat makes you grasp his forearms tightly. Looking down, you can see how you're stretching to take him, more so than usual.

"wha-?" Your half formed question gets promptly ignored and instead answered by an experimental thrust of his hips that has you seeing stars. The chuckle the erupts from his lungs sounds mixed with a low, crooning moan as he slides out with a wet squelch, only to slide back in. The heavy slap of his balls against your rear and the feeling of being way too full knocks you back into bliss and alarm.

"Wah-when did youuugh~ get so big?"

You can feel him smirking against your neck as he speeds up. The feeling of your insides being churned like butter has you spiraling into a fast and heavy freefall. The coil within your stomach aches as your gummy walls spasm. Dell's name leaves your lips like a heavenly prayer as the sounds of flesh on flesh fill the room. In the throes of ecstasy, you don't register the sound of 'Dell' speaking as the sound of heavy bootsteps saunter closer.

"D-Dell!~ ohh fu-huuck~"

Convulsing as you ride out your high and soak your 'husband' in your fluids. You feel a handkerchief being pressed to your temples. Taking it without a second thought. You dap away at your sweat soaked skin as Dell remains seated inside you. Panting softly, you open your teary eyes. Blinking in shock, you say nothing as your blurry vision gradually grows clearer. Gasping in shock you squeak as 'Dell' makes a small, slow grind against you. A southern drawl so similar to Dell's fills your ears as he smiles sickeningly sweet down at you.

"Howdy sugar, seems you're 'well acquainted' with Zed."

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Anyway, thank you a lot for your posts!! I'm literally giggling and kicking my feet when read it. <3

So may I request something spicy? Like Shen and/or Zed nsfw headcanons? Thank you again 💓

No worries anon! It wasnt a big distracter. And sorry for the late post. My mood is a bit down these days. Thanks to my country's wonderful education system and my manic sister who cannot pick up a mood when she is at work. Anyways, writing this was a cute distraction for me so hope you like it 🖤

<<<Reader is gn. MDNI>>>

Shen and Zed NSFW headcannons

This man has never done it before. I refuse to believe that he even talked with a girl around his age other than Yevnai, who was his promised wife. And even with her, only afew words.

Shen would be as gentle as possible. He would want you to feel safe in his arms. He knows he is a big man so he wouldnt want to crush you under himself.

He would appreciate it so much if you lead him through it. He is somewhat scared to do a wrong thing that you might not like.

But when he is accustomed to you, he would be more confident about himself. And when he learns what makes you weak and shake under him, thats all over for you.

I think he would love to manhandle you. Giving him the control makes him another man. But he also enjoys being under you. He is a big switch.

Turning Shen on is a big challange. Very specific things in very specific places turns him on. He has a mind thats made out of steel. And yet, he would be emberrased so much if you manage to turn him on in public.

But try that and he would be on top of you the second you press your foot in your bedroom. After that, good luck to walk after what he is going to do to you.

He may look like a gentle giant from outside but he learns fast. Maybe a little too fast for your liking. Shen can act like nothing happened in the morning as if he didnt took your dignity last night.

But he would do anything you ask for aftercare. Shower with him, lay down with him, eat or drink with him... Shen has a great stamina and is never tired for you. (This applies to rounds aswell 🤭)

Zed would have much more experience than Shen. He is a man that does as he pleases so expect him to be nothing less than a hard top.

He would love to be in control. And dare i say he would have a bondage kink. Zed loves to see you all tied up, can do nothing but wait for him to lead the way.

Unlike Shen, it is pretty easy to turn him on. And the bad part is, he has no shame. Turn him on anywhere and he will trap you underneath himself at the nearest quiet place.

Zed would leave visible marks on your body that will be hard to cover up. He loves how you tell him to stop even though you know that he wont.

He is kind of a bitch when it comes to giving you what you want. Zed would enjoy your little whines when he stops doing what feels the best for you. He will continue, dont get worried. But he just cannot help himself about teasing you.

Be loud when you're with him. He enjoys your pretty voice so much. It turns him on more than you think. And it makes him know that he is doing the right things to you.

Zed himself would be quite loud aswell. He would groan near your ears and would tell you how good you feel. If that turns you on, he will do it more often.

If you can manage to tire him down, you can top him as you'd like. I dont know how you're going to tire him tho. Maybe when he comes from a mission or something like that. But when you top him, its his turn to whine and beg.

Zed necrodopolis x reader (NSFW)

"A five, six seven, eight!" Shouts a small voice chants a cheer, echoing through the tunnels.

Trying to get away from the loud music and green smoking from the zombie party, which was held underground in a bunker, making it impossible to escape the noise. Yet (Y/n) was able to hear the voice and follow it through the path and soon became curious as to who was chatting.

Finally, she soon reaches a space in the bunker. A room that's small and cramped space with little natural light, as it is hidden underground, and instead was decorated with lights. A staircase leading out of the bunker stands in the middle of the room, the base covered with cardboard, somewhat resembling a stage.

(Y/n) Turns the corner and finds a little girl with green pigtails , waving around white pom-poms and chanting the same cheer your cousin Alison gave at Zed's first football game.

"That's really good." (Y/n) Smiles, walking closer.

The little girl gasps and stops. She quickly gets of the 'stage' and hides her pom-poms behind her dog plushie.

"I wasn't cheering!" She states, holding her hands behind her back as if she was just caught with a cookie jar.

(Y/n) Giggles, "it's ok. I won't tell a soul." She promises, pretending to sip her lips. "You must be Zoey. Zed's sister."

"I am. Are you (Y/n)?"

"The one and only. How'd you know?" She asks, sitting down on the 'stage'.

"Zed talks about you a lot. When he thinks I'm not around." She explains, sitting down next to her, dog plush in hand.

"Oh, yeah? What's he say?"

"That your really pretty." She combs her fingers through the dogs stuffed fur. "And you 'have a nice rack'? I don't know what that means." She deadpans.

(Y/n) Chocks in her own spit in surprise, "oh, that so?" She covers the bottom half of her face with her hand, resting her elbow on her knee. Blushing at both the fact Zed thinks something like that about her and the possibility he says more things like that about her.

"Do you like cheering?" She asks, trying to change the subject and calm her blush on her face.

"Yeah! I love cheer!" She smiles. "Your cousins good."

"She is isn't she?"

"Zoey?! What are you doing here?" Zed pops out from being the corner.

"Please. I'm not gonna miss a zombie mash." Zoey sasses.

Zed rolls his eyes playfully and leans on the wall, crossing his arms, "well, come on. The party is almost over and you need to go to bed."

"Oh, come on." She pouts, but then smirks, and starts clapping her hands and patting her lap. "Come on. Who's a good boy?"

Zed tenses as he looks over at (Y/n) nervously, afraid to act like a dog in front of his crush. (Y/n) Only Raises an eyebrow in confusion as Zed looks around the room in embarrassment. He sighs and quietly lets out a bark, his arms still crossed.

"Zed?" Zoey asked confused at why her older brother suddenly doesn't want to participate in their inside joke.

(Y/n), now somewhat understanding what's happening, starting patting her lap as well. "Come on, Zed! Be a good boy for Zoey." She giggles.

Zed's eyes widen in shock, and he blushes at the fact (Y/n) just called him a good boy. Even if he was aware it was a joke.

Zed shakes his head, but his blush doesn't go away, so he carries on with the act. Panting and hanging his hands under his chin. He barks and woofs, making his way to Zoey and kneeling down.

She pats his head and shakes his 'paw'. "Good boy." She praises.

"Yeah. What a good boy~" (Y/n) teases. Smirking at the now even redier zombie before her.

Zed clears his throat, "uh-Zoey? G-go find Eliza. She'll take you home." His voice just as flushed as his face.

Zoey nods, getting up and taking her pom-poms and her plushie. She runs off back down the tunnel back to the party.

"Bye, Zoey!" (Y/n) Shouts. "She's cute kid."

"Yeah. Um, thanks?" Zed stands back up, (Y/n) following.

"What was that about?" She asks, giggling.

Zed scratches the back of his neck, "just something I do to cheer her up. She wants a dog."

"Why can't she have one?"

Zed raises his eyebrows confusion at the question, "cause Zombies can't have one?"

"What?! That's so messed up!"

"You didn't know?"

She shakes her head, "Zed if I never meet you I would still believe all the propaganda they show us humans."

"Right, propaganda. I know that word." He rambles, the last bit of his blush finally fading.

"Well, what about you?"

"Me?"

"What would you like to have as a pet?"

"Oh, when I was younger I wanted a bunny."

"Oh." And that's when it hit her. And idea. A fun idea. "A bunny?"

Zed chuckles, "yeah, yeah. A football player likes cute little animals. What can I say, I'm not following a stereotype."

"Do you have anything important tomorrow?"

"Huh?"

"In your classes?"

Zed smirks and crosses his arms, "are you suggesting we play hookie?"

(Y/n) Playfully scoffs, "nooo, I was simply going to ask if you would meet me in the zombie safe zone we meet in during lunch."

"What for?"

She shrugs, "find out~"

"Um, ok?"

(Y/n) Smiles and kisses his cheek. "Alright, see you tomorrow!" She waves good bye and runs back the same way as Zoey.

Zed places his hand over the kiss and smiles. What is she planning? He thought.

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"(Y/n)? Are you here?" Zed whisper-yells, as he closes the hatch door of the zombie safe room.

Suddenly a pair of arms comes out from behind the shelves of emergency supplies and wraps around Zed's waist.

"Hi!" (Y/n) Smiles into Zed's up, looking up at him.

Zed flinches at first, but then smiles. "Oh, hey."

She lets go of him and sits down on the stall.

"Soo? What's up?"

She giggles and takes her hair from her shoulder. Playing with the ends of it, she twists it around her finger. She pops her mouth and reaches into her bag, which Zed hadn't noticed was there.

She takes something out and hides it behind her back, "come here."

"...I'm.. nervous." He jokes, in a nervous laugh.

"Don't be nervous. Come on."

"Why?"

She playfully rolls her eyes, "don't worry so much. Come on." She stitches her tone into a baby voice, one that a person uses with their dog. "Come on, Zed. Be a good boy. Come here~"

Zed blushes, the embarrassment and arousal of the praise getting to him again. He places his bag on the floor and slowly walks towards to shorter girl. "Y-yes?"

"Kneel down."

He places his knees on the ground and looks up at her in confusion. "What are you-" without realizing it, she finishes placing something around his neck and adjusts it. "Wha-IS THIS A COLLAR?!?!" He asks, turning a bright red.

(Y/n) Smiles innocently and then places a white bunny ear headband on her head.

"What-what is happening?!" Zed asks, his voice cracking.

"Look I know it's weird and I shouldn't be thinking like this, but-" she blushes and slowly knees down next the Zed. She bites her lip and whispers, "so you wanna do a roleplay with me?"

"....yes...... please..." Zed whispers back, his blush reaching his ears.

She smiles and blushes as well, "o-okay! Well, um it's simple. You're my good boy, "she gently tugs on the collar, "and I'm your good bunny girl." She points to her bunny ears. "Got it?"

He gulps and nods to the floor, "hehe, no one told me high school would be like this." He jokes.

She giggles, "ok, well. Anything you want to say? Any rules?"

"Um, no. I don't think? Just say red if, you know, wanna stop."

She nods, "same to you."

He nods.

They both sit in silence, Zed staring down at the floor and (Y/n) staring at him. The hallways outside the door loud with students walking through it.

"Did you want me to start or-" she asks quietly.

"Oh, right. Sorry." Zed takes a deep breath and places his hands on her back, pushing her gently towards him. Kissing her softly.

She places her hands on the sides of his face, slowly rubbing his cheek with her thumb. The kiss quickly becoming a passionate make out.

Zed rubs her back up and down and places the palm of his other hand on the back of her head, his long fingers accidentally knocking the headband off.

(Y/n) Pulls the kiss apart and giggles against his lips. "Careful there, sir~" She teases, placing the headband back in her head.

"Sir? I thought I was you're good boy?" Zed teases back, kissing a trail down her jaw.

"Ptff, you haven't done anything good yet." She pants, placing her hand on his head.

"Oh, yeah? What do I need to do then bunny? How can I be a good boy?" He asks, moving to her neck.

(Y/n) blushes at the sudden confidence, but quickly calms herself, and pulls his hair, slightly pushing his head back and away from her neck.

"Stand up." She demands.

He obeys, standing back on his feet. "And?" He asks, (Y/n) still kneeling down.

She hums, pretending to think. Quietly she takes off her shirt. Zed covers his eyes. "...what are you doing?"

"Oh, right. Sorry." He chuckles, taking his hands off his eyes. "Nice rack." He smirks.

"So I've heard." She giggles. Crawling over to his legs she takes off his belt.

"Um-"

"It's ok." She gently unzips his fly and unbuttons his pants. "I know what I'm doing. Just relax." She takes off his pants and his boxers. His member sprong out and hit her on her face. "Wow.....big." she mumbles out.

"Uh, thanks?" He gasps out. "Is-is it gonna fit in your-"

She cuts him off by placing kisses along the sides of his shaft. Once she texted the base she started licking around it.

Zed covers his mouth and watches with widen eyes and a flushes face.

She smirks up at him and takes it into her mouth. "Hmm, it's tastes pretty sweet." She mumbles out.

He shuts his eyes and roughly grabs a patch of her hair for support. She giggles at his flustered-ness and bops her head.

"Wait. Wait. Wait."

She halts for a moment, "already?"

"No-I-I need to sneeze."

"....are you serious-"

Zed covers his mouth with his arm and sneezes three times. "sorry. Did I ruin the moment?"

"...yeah." she playfully rolls her eyes. "It's ok, I can keep going-"

"No, it's fine." He pushes her head back and gets back on the ground. He grabs her wrists and pins her to the floor. "I wanna use my bunny girl now." He states in a low growl.

(Y/n) gulps, pulling against his strength, but fails. "I-I have a con-"

"It probably wouldn't fit anyways."

"Cocky, much?"

He laughs, and rolls his eyes. He slowly puts a hand up her skirt, moving her panties to the side, fingers dipping through her folds.

(Y/n) let out a moan as he rubs through her slick. “All this and I've barely touched you, bunny?” He teases, now lining up his cock and he slowly sinks into her soaking heat.

“Fuckkk.” Zed groans out, one hand gripping her hip and moves his other to hold her hand tightly for support. He begins to thrust in and out of her at an agonizing pace. She closes her eyes tight and uses her other hand to wrap around his neck.

“Fuck, Zed, fuck me.” she moan, hips slapping into his own with each harsh thrust

"Am I your good boy, bunny?” He asks, still relentlessly pounding into you.

"So good, you fuck me so good, Zed.” she praise him, rubbing her hand up and down his neck as her climax straying to build up.

"Better than any human?"

"Way better. And bigger." She giggles, her moans interrupting. "Just-pull out, ok?"

"Yeah, got it."

"Am I a good bunny?"

"Best bunny. Best fucking bunny."

He pulls his hand from hers, dipping it down to circle her clit. Her orgasm washing over as he continues to pound.

"Lord, now I need to sneeze." She pants out.

He laughs as his hips stutter and he’s pulling out, pumping his cock a few times before his white ropes shoot across her legs.

Zed exhales and lays down on top of her, slightly squishing her, but she doesn't say anything. She wraps her arms around him and they both lay in the silence.

"....now what?" He asks.

"...um, we go to class, I guess." She shrugs.