What's a cutie like you doing in a graveyard like this? You looking for a good time? I'm sure I can find something you'll like.😉
About Me:
My name is Zombie (she/they) and I run this little section of Tumblr. You won't know if I'm following you or not because this is a side-blog. And all asks from are on Anon, but I will sign my name to them.
I do some writing, here and there. Currently the majority of my writing is for CEvans and SStan characters, though Cavill and Hiddleston are quickly climbing the ranks. I've also got a smattering of other characters that I'd love to write more for if I get the time/interest.
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Warnings:
This is an 18+, NSFW, Minors DNI blog.
I am relatively human and, therefore, prone to mistakes.
If you send an ask, I'm unlikely to answer it right away, especially if it's a request for a story.
I reserve the right to not answer every ask sent my way.
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Don't be an asshole. Kindness is incredibly important.
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Other than that, welcome to my little graveyard. Hope you have a fun time, cutie.
I can't wait to finally be done with the exam, just so I have time for writing 😮💨
Which babe I should jump onto first, once I'm done studying?
chef!Andy
next apex Alpha
dark mafia Johnny
Which babe should I celebrate with?
chef Andy
Apex Alpha
mafia Johnny
Remaining time: 2 days 23 hours
I purposely didn't include the story of mated to a pack of Alphas, because Ari is in it and you hoes are always voting for him no matter who else is in the poll 😜
A/N2: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: “Tell you a story”
Word Count: 281
Sleep was eluding you yet again. Several rounds of tossing and turning yielding no results other than frustration. Especially when you know the cause: Jonathan is away on business.
You never slept better than when Jonathan was next to you. He made you feel so safe and pleasantly warm. With his side of the bed empty, though, you're feeling cold and lonely.
Grunting in frustration you turn on the lamp and grab your phone. Doing some quick searches you see that Jonathan's time zone would have him still awake, maybe eating dinner. Maybe he'll be delightfully surprised by a phone call.
When you sleepily press the wrong button, you're both surprised by a video call.
"Darling," Jonathan beams. "Not sleeping well?"
"I miss you too much," you pout.
"My own sleep has been rather intermittent as well. Hotel beds simply can't compare to the comfort of being with you."
"I wish I could cuddle you until I fell asleep."
"Alas, it's not an option. But, perhaps I could tell you a story to help you?"
"You'd do that for me?" you tear up.
"Of course. And when you're asleep, I'll hang up the call so you don't have to worry about days charges or anything."
"Thank you, my knight in shining armor!"
Jonathan begins with some stories about his childhood, ones you've heard before but can never get enough of. Focusing on his voice you're able to start letting your mind relax. Your body doesn't feel so cold. Your feeling less alone.
When you drift off to sleep Jonathan smiles. He doesn't end the call, preferring to get more time to just look at you.
I know I usually say "pick one" but this time I'll encourage you to pick two!
- Zombie
Warlord Steve - because as a warlord he is also a warrior, just leveled up and better at leading and strategising. Aaand, to add chaos to it, he's also a warlock! 😈
Warlock warlord Steve.
He leads his armies through the lands, setting a new rule. After each victorious battle his men bring him a maiden to celebrate the triumph. Steve takes his pleasure, but never keeps any woman.
Until you're brought to his tent.
There's something about you that calls out to him. This time he's going to keep his spoils of war.
Especially after you've come so prettily for him, over and over again, despite spitting curses earlier that you won't give in to him.
OR
Twin brothers 👀 Warlord Steve and warlock Grant.
Each of them gets their own maiden for entertainment, but when their armies raid your region and they set up a camp right next to your village, their routine changes.
The warlock notices you first. Perhaps senses you. He points you out to his brother.
They never really shared a woman, but you?
Oh, you're going to be theirs permanently, and they'll own, ruin and unravel you together 🥴
I figured Warlord Steve was a lock so I had to let you pick a second option. Excellent reasoning on the leveling up of Warrior Steve! And he was able to level up because of his newfound Warlock abilities!
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Swapped the original for: Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 10+years older than Mike), Alcohol consumption, Bad parents, Drunkenness, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any!
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If anyone asks, Mike will say he's staying late because he's wanting time with you. It's a true statement, if not the entire truth. It's also because it's better than going home to a place that reeks with a smell of wine and cheap perfume. Especially since Chaz has been bringing his latest girl around the penthouse making Mom drink to forget her "wasted youth".
He's heard about people cutting ties with family, but he's certain that's not an option for him. Not without leaving town, at least. And he's not going to leave his brand new job and brand new relationship. His family takes so much, he won't give them you as well.
"Well hey there handsome," you coo at Mike. His face instantly transforms into a smile. You're not sure if you actually have that kind of effect on him or if he's just trying to hide how sad, how tired he really is.
"How are you doing beautiful?" he beams, practically bouncing on his toes.
"I'm thinking of going out for dinner tonight. Wanna make it a date? If you have other plans, that's okay."
Mike's smile widens, "that sounds way better than my plans. I was just gonna go home and cook up some instant ramen or something."
"Oh puppy, you need better nutrition than that!" you quietly exclaim. "Then again, I'm not much of a cook either, so I can't judge."
"Maybe we could take a cooking class together sometime! I think one of the guys in my department takes them, maybe I could ask him for a rec?"
"Sounds like a good plan for another date," you smile at him.
The two of you really can't believe you're so lucky to find someone who genuinely wants to spend time with you.
Summary: You meet a couple of Lloyd's college friends.
Warnings: Bad friends, BDSM elements, Implied smut. Please let me know if I missed any!
A/N: Reader is female, smaller than Lloyd. No other physical descriptors used.
Word Count: ~1.2k
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"Do I look okay?" you ask again before getting out of the car. "I don't want to embarrass you."
"Oh honey, you know no one can embarrass me," Lloyd smirks.
"Yeah, but you also said you never go to these alumni things so I want to make sure you make a good impression."
"With you on my arm, I'll be making everyone jealous," he teases. "Guys, chicks, especially the ones that think they're straight. They're all gonna be wishing you were in their bed."
Cheeks heating up from the praise you wink back at Lloyd. "But you're the only one that gets to fuck me. I'm your good girl."
Lloyd's eyes darken. "I'd skip the party but I want to show you off. Maybe we can sneak away and get you screaming my name in the bathrooms."
"Is there anyone you really want to put in their place?" you smirk.
Lloyd's smile drops and grips the steering wheel tight. "Suzanne," he growls.
Gently caressing Lloyd's cheek you smile softly. "Point her out and I'll make sure she knows she's second rate."
"Gotta admit, you being confident really does it for me."
Again your cheeks heat up at the praise. "I can be confident for you, Sir," you tease.
There's a flicker of something in Lloyd's eyes that passes too quickly for you to interpret.
"Let's go remind Harvard why I'm the best they ever had."
"Lloyd Hansen, what a surprise!" smiles a man with warm, tawny beige skin and close cut dark hair. "I honestly thought you would never show up to one of these events."
"Carmichael!" Lloyd replies with a hug. "Why the hell haven't we hung out?"
"Because you're a complete jackass who always ruins the party," grumbles a short, slight blond woman who starts chugging her drink.
"Ah, Suzanne," Lloyd growls. "Still a dick-withering bitch."
"Hey," Carmichael turns serious, "both of you need to play nice. This is a rare opportunity for us to actually catch up."
Suzanne rolls her eyes, preferring her drink to saying anything else.
"I also want to introduce you to my girlfriend," Lloyd proudly proclaims. As he introduces you to Carmichael, the two of you shake hands and exchange smiles.
"I've heard a lot about you," you nod at Carmichael.
"Can't say I've heard much about you but, then again, Lloyd and I don't talk as much these days."
"How much is he paying you?" Suzanne cuts in, eyeing you up and down. "Girl like you probably costs a fortune. Or are you an intern on her knees for the boss?" Your eyes widen in surprise and she huffs. "There's no way in hell Lloyd Hansen is actually in a relationship. I think he's just finally trying something new to get over losing Carmichael to me."
"Excuse you, Little Miss Insecure?" you blurt out, stopping Lloyd from firing off his own barrage of insults.
"Oh honey, don't even bother trying," she brushes you off.
You're not entirely sure where the courage comes from but you step forward, arms crossed.
"Let's face it, if you were actually better than me you wouldn't feel the need to be such a bitch. If you truly thought 'you'd won' when Lloyd left, you wouldn't be trying to so hard to insult him, or me. Honestly, the fact that Carmichael sided with you should be enough, but clearly it isn't. You're so childish!"
"I'm childish?!" she almost screeches. The grip on her drink tightens enough you can see her knuckles whiten. "That 'man' you're with is the most immature person I've ever met! He could've killed our careers with his impertinence! Or did he leave that part out of his story?"
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you don't like your career. Why else would you still be so pissed off at Lloyd for potentially ruining it? You got the life you wanted and it's not making you happy so you're lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it. You. Are. A. Child."
"And what are you? Huh?" she spits back. "Some half rate hooker? Some community college lowlife? Did you even graduate high school? I bet you couldn't get hired at a McDonald's so you switched to prostitution. Don't have to use your brain with that kind of work."
Lloyd can see that Suzanne has struck a nerve and he grinds his teeth in rage. He and Carmichael start to say something, but they're interrupted by you.
"Do you assume I'm a prostitute because you don't think Lloyd could be in a relationship, or because I'm sexier than you ever could be and it kills you? Lloyd Hansen, the most immature man you ever met, is with someone and you're going home to your vibrator and a glass of wine. Again. And again. And again."
Suzanne's glower would normally make you wince and withdraw, but this is for Lloyd. So you meet her glare with your own.
You almost break your staring contest when Lloyd wraps his arms around you and starts kissing up your neck. You think it might be for show but you can feel his erection rubbing against your ass.
"That's my girl," he purrs before smirking at Suzanne and Carmichael. "You two really should've chosen better. Maybe then you'd be with stone cold foxes like her."
"Hey, at least I've been polite," Carmichael argues.
"Yeah, but ever since you ditched me for her, the two of you became a package deal," Lloyd counters. "And all packages are lesser than mine." He smiles as he hears you giggling at his crude joke even as the others roll their eyes. "C'mon beautiful," he snickers with a kiss to your jaw. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out or arrested for indecent exposure."
"Yes, Sir," you whisper in his ear.
Several hours later Lloyd is holding close, knowing you need cuddles for your aftercare. He's never said anything, but they're good for him, too. The stillness, the quiet, the gentleness. He didn't know how good they could be until you.
He's also never had anyone defend him before. You not siding with his family was one thing. Actually going out of your comfort zone to tell off people who hurt him? That was unprecedented. He needed to get you out of there so no one would see him go soft. Thankfully you didn't object.
The two of you really are in sync in so many ways. So why don't you want to marry him?
"You're thinking awfully loud," you tease, running your hands through his chest hair.
"The bitch hurt you," he states as neutrally as he can.
Your hand stops and you shrink into yourself a little. You'd hoped Lloyd had forgotten that part or, at the very least, was more fixated on your verbal response than your emotional one.
"She did," you confirm, voice strained.
Lloyd rubs his hand up and down your back, soothing you. He's not going to ask, to push you to tell him which of Suzanne's barbs hit home. He'll wait until you're ready, just as you did for him. He'll be a steady, reliable presence until you're ready. Just like you've been for him. He'll give you the love and appreciation you need until you're mentally, emotionally ready to talk.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
sending asks is so scary what if i sneezed on my keyboard and mistyped my entire adress and misgendered everyone and mispelled every single word and also typed my password into the message. what then. once the ask is sent who knows what it looks like. i couldve tyepd anything
Looking ahead at the June Jukebox Scribbles prompts and I'm stuck at “Only those in love could know”. I've got a few too many ideas so my brain isn't braining.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt:“Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Word Count: 220
A familiar voice calls your name making you look up from your book. You're surprised to see him in this part of town.
"Long time no see, Ransom," you greet. "Or do I have to call you 'Hugh' these days?"
"You never have to call me that," he's quick say. "We were friends for a very long time."
"Were we?" you raise an eyebrow.
"Fair," he rolls his eyes as he sits across from you. "I haven't seen you since you cut ties with your folks."
"That's by design."
"I suppose," he grumbles. "Do you ever miss the rich life?"
"Not really," you confess. "Every day I get to be myself and not what my parents want me to be. I don't have to perform for 'friends'. And I can sleep pretty well knowing that my life is real."
"Can't put a price on good sleep, I guess."
"Every night's another reason why I left it all," you nod. "No more crying myself to sleep. I don't have to wake up extra early to get my makeup and hair perfect. I can eat what I want, when I want. It's a good life."
Ransom looks uncomfortable for a minute before leaning in close.
