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#lastsurviving. an independent roleplay blog for @zombicides. written by momo.

survivors : heath abernathy, kodi rao, benjamin lowell.

A simple thank you would have probably been enough for Michael but, honestly, that was never going to be admitted now; not when his work had earned him a prize like this.

He felt like putty in Heath's hands. Laying back against the man who was effectively his boss, his superior, Michael was a moaning and sweating mess as the man's hands expertly worked over him and worked him over. He had no idea he could feel this good just from someone touching him.

Tipping his head forward, his beard tickling against his own chest as one of Heath's arms hooked around his neck to hold him in place, he closed his eyes as he felt his body tense; as he felt himself approaching that edge of euphoria. Instead of reaching his climax, though, those damn near hypnotizing ministrations of Heath's hand over his length dropped lower and loosened around him; still allowing him some friction while keeping him from being able to climax from it. "Y-yes," he whimpered, his breath shuddering as his lips brushed against Heath's wrist; somewhat kissing the man's joint as he nodded along to the new rule. "Yes Sir... I'm-- I'm so close... fuck I'm so close... b-but I-- I don't want it to be over yet..."

lastsurviving

with a low smile, heath took his time with the other man's cock. he waited for the frantic beating of michael's heart to slow down first, all while peppering his ear with sweet, murmured praises. he whispered about what a good boy michael was being, how perfectly obedient he was, and how warm his skin felt pressed against him.

but just as michael began to settle into the gentle rhythm of heath's hand, another smirk tugged at the corners of heath's lips. without warning, he began pistoning his hand again. the strokes grew longer, faster, and more deliberate, until he felt michael’s entire body lock up and tense again.

" you wanna cum, baby? but we're still having so much fun, " heath teased with a dark chuckle, his pace quickening with every passing second. he then leaned down to press a tender kiss against the younger man’s forehead—as the silent permission michael so desperately needed. but heath had no intention of letting a single drop of this reward go to waste. just as michael reached his absolute breaking point, heath shifted. he slid down from his seat on the couch, dropping heavily to his knees between michael's thighs, his hand never once breaking its relentless, tight stroke on that raging length.

looking up with a lustful laugh, heath ran his tongue over his lips before parting them, wrapping his mouth firmly around the leaking head. he let michael’s heavy cock rest flat against his tongue, letting out a deep, vibration-filled moan against the sensitive skin: his silent, irresistible command for the younger man to finally break.

#medichastings #threads. heath abernathy.

bandaidbites

Mickey bites on the inside of his cheek for a second before he answers. His eyes drift past Kodi's shoulder, to the steel counters and the steam curling off something on the stove, but he isn't really seeing any of it. He's seeing her hand, how it had still been curled, fingers half-closed around nothing, like she'd been reaching for one of them when it happened. He's seeing the smaller shapes beside her that he'd made himself not look at too long, and failing, because here they are now anyway, plastered behind his eyes whether he wants them there or not. Small ones. Maybe seven, eight years old. He doesn't let himself finish that dismal thought.

His hand, without him telling it to, finds the hem of his sleeve and presses against a spot of something dark and dried there. He doesn't look down at it. He already knows what it is. He blinks. Once, hard, like he's trying to physically knock the image loose. And then he's back, kitchen, hum, sizzle, Kodi standing there staring him down, waiting on an answer like it's owed to him. Maybe it is. God knows Mickey owes him plenty. He just isn't paying up tonight.

"Got turned around..." he says, and it comes out too smooth, too rehearsed, like he practiced it somewhere on the walk back without meaning to. "Heard something off the trail. Didn't want it tracking us here, so I went to deal with it." He lets out a dry chuckle. "Took longer than it should've." It's not a total lie, and that's the worst part. There's a thread of truth buried in there. He rolls one shoulder like he's working a knot loose. His throat feels tight in a way he hates, the kind of tight that comes right before either a tearful confession or nothing at all, and he chooses nothing as he swallows. "Wasn't trying to ditch you. Wouldn't do that. Just, didn't want something following us home that we didn't see coming." He almost laughs at that, low and humorless, like they're not living in total Hell. He reaches for the next box before Kodi can say anything more, hefts it against his chest like the weight of it might ground him, might keep the rest of what happened out there locked down where it belongs. His hands aren't quite steady. He hopes Kodi doesn't notice. He probably does. "Cute... that you care though."

lastsurviving

kodi looks at him for a moment, listening to his excuses and stories with as much interest as he does the diatribe of the kitchen server who often talks their head off about tales of their glorious life. these anecdotes, in the context of the end of the world, are nothing but senseless yapping to him. truly, he would have just walked away from mickey right then and there; if it were anyone else, he would not give a fuck. but the more he listens, the more his eyebrows furrow, because he knows the other man is lying to him, and that he knows kodi is not stupid enough to believe the tale he's stringing together. if it were someone else, kodi would have called him out on it, because they all have a role in this settlement and he takes his very seriously. they can't afford a guy who can't do his job, not when the future is getting bleaker by the day.

but kodi also knows that look on someone's face. he's seen it enough times before: the look of a silent fight against enemies you can't touch. not because they were never real in the first place, but because time and memory are both cruel things. one latches onto your brain to fuel your anger, sorrow, or regret, while the other reminds you time and time again of what you didn't do—or couldn't do. he doesn't have it in his heart to push him. all he can do is sigh, accept the bullshit excuse he's given, and take it as the truth. " don't do it again in the future. let someone know. at least let me know so i know how to cover your ass, “ he says, his voice still gruff even though he tries to be sincere. he then takes another cart of supplies and follows him inside. he scoffs at his last remark, though. ” fuck you. i only care because this was supposed to be our haul, " he says. now it's his turn to talk bullshit and lie.

#bandaidbites #threads. kodi rao.

rottenresolve

it was essential that scruffy stayed on top of everything that happened in and out of the metrocenter. ordinarily he did this by asking hunters and scavengers what they saw while out in the ruins of mistwood. nothing interesting had been reported in weeks, so scruffy started to look elsewhere for scoops. soldiers offered interesting and harrowing stories, though scruffy didn't like asking often. some trauma was better left alone, and everybody had suffered enough of it. unfortunately, scruffy was cursed with a curiosity that defied rationality. ben was a total and utter mystery to scruffy. the man's gruff demeanor had always made it difficult for the dj to connect to him. grabbing some chips from the food court, scruffy ventured up to ben's coop. he ignored the 'do not disturb' sign promptly. Scruffy knows that Ben is aware of him before he opens his mouth. "I brought you chips. and company." He says with a smile, moving to sit down on the floor nearby. Offering the bag of Lays to the soldier, he hopes it's enough to bribe Ben into tolerating him. "How's guard duty? Anything interesting go down tonight?"

lastsurviving

with a deep sigh, ben finally takes a glance over his shoulder and regards the other with a small smile ... which widens a little at the sight of him with snacks. though he's still a bit miffed about being disturbed like this, he is still a little relieved it was him. usually, it would be his fellow soldiers or hunters who would come around and disrupt his peace, sometimes trying to push him around—a little power play fantasy they think is effective on him—and they don't even have the decency to bring him chips.

watching him sit on the floor, he instead motions for him to sit on the couch beside him. he then opens the bag of chips and sniffs its contents, filling his nose with the familiar smell of salted potatoes. " aren't we supposed to be rationing these things? do they know who snuck some of these up here? " he asks, but he takes a handful of the crispy potatoes before the other can even answer. " not much. it's quiet out there, which i'm still not sure is a good or bad thing. i saw a tiny horde of those fuckers last night heading east, which is not a concern ... for now. "

#rottenresolve #threads. ben lowell.

@medichastings : ( 50 )

heath couldn't help but smile a little as he watched the other man's body react to him. to the way his hand was pumping his cock torturously slow, and how warm his body had become as he planted kisses gingerly over michael's forehead. this was not him asserting control over the other really. he just wanted to make sure that the other man was enjoying his reward to its fullest, to recognize his hard work in being part of his team in a way that he knew he would enjoy. a way that would send his mind into the hands of pleasure.

" that's a good boy ... a good fucking boy ... " he whispered, his hand continuing its bobbing motion until he could feel the other's body beginning to tighten. the other man's breath beginning to quicken, even his cock twitching. but instead of letting him cum, heath slowed down his motion and loosened his grip. he kept the motion only at the base of the other's raging cock. he smirked. " oop, no. you gotta tell me when you're about to cum, baby. you can't spoil your reward like that. do you understand? "

#medichastings #threads. heath abernathy.#god i hope this is fine lol i am a little rusty #skdhgjkdhg

@survivalbynumbers : ( 04 )

even as he braced himself for it, ben had definitely misjudged just how big the kid actually was. or maybe the time he’d spent cooped up in his perch, all alone and underfucked, had tightened him back up like a virgin. whatever the reason, he was surely not ready when tucker finally took him and pushed his cock inside. letting out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, his face buried deep in his makeshift pillow and his hands clutched the bedsheet tight.

but his body was not fighting it. instead, the moment he felt the first inches of the young man’s cock, muscle memory kicked in and his walls clenched around it. “ jesus f-fuck, kid. you’re splitting me op—oh, fuck! ” he tried to say, but his words faltered when he finally felt his entire cock inside him, making him moan out louder when it hit the spot that made his toes curl. with a free hand, he reached back to pull tucker even closer, only managing to caress the young man’s bare ass. “ fuck m-me ... ”

#survivalbynumbers #threads. ben lowell.

LOCATION : MALL ENTRANCE, EXTERIOR. MIDDAY.

" your form's all fucked up, " ben says as he manhandles the other man's body, adjusting him so he's holding the rifle the right way. in his current position, a single shot would leave him flying—if the scope didn't take his eye out first. sure, they all have their own roles and jobs within the metrocenter, but there's no harm in learning to shoot and defend yourself given the circumstances, right?

with a sigh, ben moves even closer, close enough that their bodies are almost flush, as he positions the rifle's stock against the other's shoulder and gives it a pat. " keep the stock there and make sure your shoulder's firm, because that shit is gonna kick. can you do that? "

open starter.

#zombicide: starter #threads. ben lowell.#since the person this starter was for became inactive #lemme just repost it as an open

khaosmeme

M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 1.

send a number to my inbox and i will write a starter based on the gif you sent. feel free to sneak to see if the gif suits your needs, or send it blindly for a surprise!

gifs are not mine. simply collected them.

01. / 02. / 03. / 04. / 05. 06. / 07. / 08. / 09. / 10. 11. / 12. / 13. / 14. / 15. 16. / 17. / 18. / 19. / 20.

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#prompts.#this one too

khaosmeme

M / M GIF SMUT STARTERS PT 2.

just like on the last one, send a number to my inbox and i will write a starter based on the gif you sent. feel free to sneak to see if the gif suits your needs, or send it blindly for a surprise!

gifs are not mine. simply collected them.

01. / 02. / 03. / 04. / 05. 06. / 07. / 08. / 09. / 10. 11. / 12. / 13. / 14. / 15. 16. / 17. / 18. / 19. / 20.

21. / 22. / 23. / 24. / 25. 26. / 27. / 28. / 29. / 30. 31. / 32. / 33. / 34. / 35. 36. / 37. / 38. / 39. / 40.

41. / 42. / 43. / 44. / 45. 46. / 47. / 48. / 49. / 50. 51. / 52. / 53. / 54. / 55. 56. / 57. / 58. / 59. / 60.

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#prompts.#you can specify muse if you want #if not then i will default to ben lol

semperadfinem

it may not have been the first time, but that didn't make it any more pleasant.

it wasn't even because heath was a doctor, though that certainly played a part in it. no, elijah just didn't trust people. he hadn't before the world went to shit and everyone started turning into backstabbing little bastards, and he sure as hell didn't now. the doc seemed alright, though. he'd only been in metrocenter a short while, but so far elijah couldn't find too much to complain about. not that he hadn't tried.

he'd left his little friend back at his place—if it could even be called that. the puppy was probably curled up in the box he'd rigged together with an old blanket, asleep and blissfully unaware of where he'd gone. he still felt uneasy leaving it behind, though some of that restlessness had less to do with the dog and more to do with where he was currently sitting.

clinics always smelled the same. not exactly the same, of course. this one lacked the sharp bite of disinfectant and the sterile shine of military facilities, but it was close enough. white walls. examination tables. paperwork. questions. it dragged up memories of routine physicals and medical evaluations, of sitting in cold rooms while army doctors poked and prodded at him before scribbling notes onto forms that disappeared into filing cabinets he'd never see again.

“i'm fine, doc.” the words came out as a low rumble. his hands stayed tucked beneath his thighs as he sat on the edge of the examination bed, shoulders tense beneath the flannel. for a moment he wondered if heath would accept that answer or if he was one of those people who always thought they knew better. judging by the request, he already had his answer.

elijah glanced up to meet the man's eyes and let out a quiet scoff. “yeah, yeah. i got it.” the words were accompanied by a roll of his eyes. he shrugged out of the flannel first, tossing it onto a nearby chair before reaching for the hem of his shirt. the dark fabric disappeared over his head a second later, exposing a torso that looked less like skin and more like a history lesson.

scars crossed his chest and back in pale, uneven lines. some were old enough to have faded, others remained stubborn reminders of moments he'd rather forget. the army tattoos stood out among them, but he doubted he was the only one sporting them in this place. relics from a life that felt both a lifetime away and impossible to escape.

he dropped the shirt beside the flannel and settled back onto the table.

"happy now?"

lastsurviving

" uh-huh. that's what they all say, " heath replies as he watches the other man sit himself on the exam table and do as he was told. in a way, he understands the frustration that comes with these kinds of visits. even at the end of the world, the hospital is still the place where people go to die—perhaps more so now than ever. he can still remember earlier in the outbreak when hospitals were opened up and medical camps were set up for everyone to visit. the government encouraged people to come in and be checked as a precaution due to the unknown way the virus spreads. even though many heeded the call, so many others refused from the beginning, or only decided to come in when their bodies were already failing. some even lied through their teeth about their health, and before you knew it, they turned because they were hiding a bite that went undiscovered due to their stubbornness.

he has seen how those camps and hospitals collapsed because of such cases, and the last thing he wants is for it to happen to this mall as well. not that he is doubting elijah's words, of course—he has no reason not to trust him. but for the sake of the mall, precaution is necessary and sloppiness is not acceptable. they both just have to grin and bear it.

when the man's shirt is finally off, heath can't help but flinch a little at the sight of his scars. his eyes trail over each one, the doctor in him already assessing where or when those wounds were sustained. he wants to ask questions, but given how hesitant the man was with the simple request of taking off his shirt, he decides not to delve into histories he has no business with. with a sigh, he smiles again. " thank you. well, before i continue with this ... do you have anything you want to declare? any wounds i should be wary of, or any symptoms i should know about? "

#semperadfinem #threads. heath abernathy.

LOCATION : KITCHEN. EARLY MORNING.

" behind, " kodi says with a grunt as he hauls another box of supplies from the truck into the kitchen, which runs with a soft, almost peaceful hum despite being two hours from opening. usually, especially back in the earlier months when the panic was still fresh, the kitchen staff would have been busy and clamoring as lines began to form outside. there would have been shouting and people throwing things as food got delayed due to the rush; it would have been the most dangerous place in the whole mall.

but now? now, he can barely hear a peep—just the low hum of appliances and the sizzle of food being prepared. some would consider this a blessing, but kodi doesn't like how normal it almost feels, as if people are truly embracing this new world. some would say he should, too, but no. this hell is not the world he's used to.

just as he turns back, the sight of a familiar face makes him stop in his tracks. for a moment, he is actually glad to see him, but it lasts only a second before his face sours; he only sees him now, not when they were out there scavenging for the settlement. " mickey. where the hell were you, man? " he says, his voice level. he only wants to know why he wasn't with them. " you were supposed to be with us. what the fuck? "

closed starter for @bandaidbites

#bandaidbites #threads. kodi rao.

sammy-bryant

Shawn Hatosy in the making of Ready or Not 2: Here I Come featurette

#img. heath abernathy.

diegocalva

ARCHIE RENAUX

The Other Zoey (2023)

#img. kodi rao.

davidayer

Jake Gyllenhaal as Elwood Dalton ↳ Road House (2024)

#img. ben lowell.

LOCATION : METROCENTER SIGN. DUSK.

" and here i thought the 'do not disturb' sign i hung outside the door was enough to keep people out, " ben says when he hears the door behind him open. his eyes, watchful as ever, remain trained on the barricade that keeps the mall safe—and the expanse of wreckage and ruin in the world outside. well, it's not like this is his personal space, but he has grown fond of the silence his little coop affords him, and all he wants is to enjoy it as much as he can for the day.

he still hasn't looked back at the door. " i still have six hours left on my shift here, bud. so unless you brought something worthwhile, i really just want to finish this off. "

closed starter for @rottenresolve.

#rottenresolve #threads. ben lowell.

LOCATION : MINUTEHEALTH. NIGHT.

" are you here for a check-up, or are you just looking to have a good time? " heath says as he drops another box onto the empty exam table. though what kind of good time one could have in a clinic like this, he doesn't really know. right now, since the clinic is technically closed for the night, the most fun he has is inventory: sorting through the drugs they still have on hand and those their scavengers managed to bring in from their run, sifting through which ones are still useful and which should be thrown away.

he gestures for the other man to come in anyway. what do you know? maybe he's lucky enough to be visited by the only man in the world who enjoys combing through vitamins and painkillers. the company isn't bad, either. " nobody usually visits me at this time of night. which, in retrospect, is a gift, i guess. even at the end of the world, it's hard to find peace and quiet like this. " he continues, looking up at the other man with a raised eyebrow. " so...? tell the good doctor why you're here. "

closed starter for @matterofsurvival.

#matterofsurvival #threads. heath abernathy.

LOCATION : MINUTEHEALTH. MIDDAY.

" oh, don't give me that face. it's not like this is the first time you're going through this, " heath says as he ruffles through stained papers and worn-out folders to look for his current patient's file.

a patient file. you would think that in times like these, when humanity's extinction hangs by a frail thread, his life would be a lot different. but when he's not out there fighting for his life, he's just sitting here: in a white clinic, shuffling through patient records just like old times. like nothing ever happened.

after a minute, he finally pulls out the file he needs. then he walks back to the examination bed with a practiced smile. " i'll be quick, i promise. now, shirt off, please. "

closed starter for @semperadfinem.

#semperadfinem #threads. heath abernathy.

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