Zed Necrodopolis - Blog Posts

You have the heart of a wolf !

i dont care what ANYONE says. ZED NECRODOPOLIS IS HOT.

THERE. I SAID IT.

you cannot look at this man and tell me he was not FINEEEEE

milo manheim is hot on his own, but that green hair and pale ass skin did smth to me.

this is coming from the fact my lil cousin put on the zombie movie today when he came over, i was just sat there foaming at the mouth for this man

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean the last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out.

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

fin.

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Team Player

Based on this request: “Zombies req!!!! Zed x bruh girl reader where she just transferred and is human, on the football team friends w tension to lovers?”

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You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous in your entire life. Your heart is racing, your palms sweaty, everything. One task lies before you, one impossible task that you’ve been dreaming about since you moved to Seabrook in the first place. Football team tryouts await. 

It’s not like you’re a stranger to football- you played on your team back home, and were pretty good at it. This, though, is different: it’s the middle of the season, and for the Seabrook team, tryouts have already ended. No one here thinks the football team needs another player. You’re here to prove them wrong. 

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Bucky Buchanan is in love with Zed Necrodopolis. They're in love. They kiss. They smooch. They hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes. 'm sorry, I don't make the rules

not quite a full drawing but have this toothy little guy

I'll make some real art later

Could I get more Zed with chompers please? Cuz the shark teeth look so good on him 🤭

Mayhaps....

Heh... 😼

chat I predicted the future

I think I win

duuude

I thought it would be funny if traditional kisses for zombies were just biting, kinda like how dogs show affection by licking people. The humans don't get it. Thought of this in the shower

Bubblegum

summary: Zed has a bad day and needs an outlet before he goes on a rampage. guess who has to save the town from a possible Zombie attack? yep. it's you or no one.

pairing: Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

warnings: smut. AU - canon doesn't exist here. zombies being zombies. biting. this is not your Disney's Zombie.

💌this is a little bday surprise for @therosietoesy 🩷 i'm still working on your request, my dove, fret not. i just wanted to actually gift you something 🥰

bonne fête, ma belle

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Bubblegum

The thing about Zombies, you learned, is that they need to bite. The Z-Bands keep a lot of things in check, basically slow-release sedation to tamp down those violent urges, but if their heartrates rise above a certain level, the technology is about as useful as a chocolate teapot.

And Zed's heartrate? Well, in the wake of the Prawn's devastating loss—that he shoulders the blame for—and another infestation of creepy creature that wants to whisk Addison away forever, Zed is on the brink of a total meltdown. To put it mildly.

His sockets are already black as the abyss when he finds you behind the school, snarling and spitting as he tries to ask for help, for an outlet; need you, now. He grabs your wrist as soon as you get to your feet and tugs you against him. Red lips curled back, yellowing teeth bared, the monster inside him clawing its way out faster than you'd ever seen.

You give him a pretty smile, "You wanna take this somewhere private, big guy?"

And, no, he fucking doesn't. Can't. Too consumed by thoughts of beating his fat cock into you until you scream. At this point, he can barely string together a sentence, words reduced to throaty animal noise. You giggle, sweet as sugar, and raise one hand to cradle his jaw and boldly sweep your thumb across his bottom lip.

"You're in bad shape, huh?" You comment, not surprised when he snaps his teeth at your thumb.

Breathing labored, eyes boring into you as you gaze so fondly up at him, "Want," he manages to growl. You don't consider it an attack when he grabs you roughly and pushes you against the wall, brittle nails digging into your flesh as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs. A long pause wherein he just pants against your neck and then, "Please."

Such a courteous beast.

His Z-band is practically wailing, the sound reminding you to cast that neat little spell you've been using since you and Zed started this thing.

You mutter the incantation between stinging kisses before he savagely shoves his tongue in your mouth, fucking it in and out as he tries to taste every tooth and ridge and soft piece of tissue. God, you live for these moments. When he's completely at the mercy of his darker side. The side he tries so hard to smother outside of Zombietown. The side you love.

Not to say you don't love the whole package. It's just that you're more exclusive with the monster than the man. Person Zed isn't as...upfront about what he wants with you. Less demanding, more cautious. Meanwhile, Zombie Zed is a lot more decisive and has sunk his teeth into your neck to claim you more times than you can count. Hence the rubber-skin spell. Keeps your skin intact and the Zombie cooties from spreading.

He finally releases your mouth, biting and kissing a trail from your jaw to your pulse point. He pins you to the wall with his hips as his hands claw under your shirt, fisting into the fabric before, without warning, he tears it open. Needy. Desperate. Fucking hungry for you in his ragelust.

You can feel him through his jeans, huge and growing as the Zombie takes over completely, and your mouth waters. This is going to hurt in the best way. He grinds himself against your pussy; sharp, vicious strokes a threat of what's to come, all the while panting and snarling into your skin as he chews chunks of flesh that don't tear away from your throat.

Witches and Zombies really do make the best match, you think greedily, equally as frenzied as you yank his shirt over his head. Then it's skin on skin, your bra in pieces at his feet; his big, calloused hand groping your tit just this side of painful. He grunts, hips moving harder, faster, blunt teeth grazing the soft underside of your chin.

"Want," He rasps again, long fingers teasing under your skirt and pressing insistently between your pussy lips through your panties. In a brief moment of clarity, Zed leans back, expression pleading, "Baby, let me—fuck, I can't—" And then it's gone, the green mist rushing back in, making his eyes wild and his movements stiff as rigor mortis.

You don't even have the chance to give him permission before his fingers dig under the edge of your panties and plunge into you, corkscrewing deep as he growls in delight at how wet you already are for him.

"Mine," Zed bites into your throat, and you don't disagree, moaning as his fingers snap in and out, drilling your sweet spot. "Only mine."

There's no point echoing his sentiment, Zed so far under that he doesn't actually care to hear your thoughts, just wants to make sure you're aware that you're owned. He removes his fingers long enough to rip a hole in your panties, then to get his fly undone—the button flying, zipper torn—and his jeans pulled down enough to free his dribbling cock.

His free hand clenches a chunk of your hair and he angles your head, presses his brow against yours, demanding, "Tell me." He teases the fat head between your lips, pushes in the barest fraction, and smirks when you keen.

For a second, you have no fucking idea what he's asking until you remember, "I want it, Zee."

"Again."

Louder, "I want it, please, Zee."

Zed leans in, nips your earlobe and breathes, "Good girl...perfect little prey for me..." and then, fuck, he spears inside you, the feeling like being split in two. He has one hand on your ass, the other tangled in your hair, his teeth deep in the join of your shoulder and neck.

Every thrust is brutal, punching sighs and whimpers from your chest. He doesn't care if it hurts. He needs this. Needs you like this. And you lose yourself in it as much as he does, your nails mauling welts across his back. The sensation coaxes him to move faster, harder, both hands on your hips now to guide you on his cock exactly how he wants. Your tits bounce as he fucks you with everything he has, your brain scrambled from the sheer fucking strength he has at his disposal.

"Close," He grunts. He sinks to his knees, keeps your back against the wall, and fucks up into you with abandon. His head thrown back, lips parted, eyes clamped shut in ecstasy. "Fuck, baby, gonna come."

He slams into you a few more times and then roars his release, biting into your neck with the intention of ripping flesh from bone. Zed stays like that, his cock pulsing inside you as he spills an ungodly amount of Zombie seed, so much that some oozes around his cock. He hitches his hips three, four, five more times before going still.

The wailing soundtrack of his Z-band finally stops. You don't actually need that to tell you he's slowly returning to normal. His muscles loosen marginally, his skin warms; popped veins shrink and his skin adopts a less sickly hue. Still grey, just less dead. It takes a minute for him to calm all the way down, and when he does, he removes his teeth from your neck and lifts his head.

You smile at him, gentle, fond, "Hey, big guy. You with me again?"

Zed swallows. Nods. His gaze falls between your joined bodies, and he licks his lips at the sight before glancing back up at you.

"Did I hurt you?" He has to know, his concern palpable.

"No." You promise, "You never actually do."

He doesn't look like he believes you, but he doesn't argue. Not today, anyway. You watch him take in your torn shirt and basically disintegrated panties and bra. With a cringe, he hands you his shirt.

"You know, one day I'm going to bill you for everything you've shredded," You say playfully in an effort to prove you're okay.

It works, "You'd think by now you'd start bringing an extra set of clothes with you." He teases back, smirking. It's the first time that he's acknowledged how he gets when the Zombie takes the wheel, and you almost miss it because you can't get your brain to get your mouth to work fast enough.

"You keep saying 'this is the last time, cutie, I swear'," You parody his voice as you roll your eyes. "So, why would I prep for something that isn't suppose to happen?"

And Zed looks utterly confused—still cockdeep inside you, mind you, hardly softened at all.

"I mean the last time I'll be rough. You know that I've claimed you, like, eight times," He says, again acknowledging for the first time what happens when his inner Zombie comes out.

You're almost stunned at how casual he's suddenly being about everything after months of ashamed side-eye and stilted aftercare.

"I think that's a pretty convincing argument to be prepared, babe." He tacks on, his expression telling you that you should've known.

Gaping at him, "Wait, I thought all of that was heat of the moment stuff?" You blink wide eyes at him, almost falling back on your ass when he dislodges you and helps you to your feet.

"Heat of the mo—You know I'm still me when I'm Zombied Out, right?"

Actually. No. You didn't know that. You assumed up to this point that Person Zed and Zombie Zed were completely separate entities with conflicting views on what they want from you.

Oops.

"So, when you say I'm yours...?" You ask slowly, not quite able to believe that this whole time you've possibly been Zombie married.

Zed scoffs, hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you into his body, his gaze turning dark and heated. "It means your mine, baby girl." And then, "Why the fuck do you think I come to you when I'm having a meltdown?"

"...because I don't scream in terror and run away?"

"You're an idiot." Zed snorts as he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

You shrug, "Apparently, I'm your idiot."

In playful retaliation, Zed nibbles your neck, bites and pulls the skin, chuckles, "Definitely mine." Then, dangerously, "but it looks like I gotta make sure you really understand what that means," he murmurs right as his Z-band beeps its first alert.

fin.

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also on AO3!

happy birthday Milo Manheim 💔

Minor Malfunctions

plot: Zed’s Z-Band decides to send him into an odd frenzy

pairing(s): Zed Necrodopolis x afab!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): 18+, SMUT SO SMUTTY, this might be shitty im sorry, doggy style, (slight) non-con, frenzy!Zed, sort of in heat style?, biting, sorta breeding????, public sex, p in v, no protection (WRAP IT PEOPLE), CHARACTERS ARE 18 AND ARE SENIORS

a/n: YALL IM SO TIRED OF THERE NOT BEING SMUT FOR ZED PLUS I NEEDED THIS TO BE OUT IN THE WORLD!

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this could not be happening to him. The loud beeping filled his ear drums as he stared at his watch. He accidentally had knocked a drink over onto his watch and somehow it had made it freak out. He was trying to go to school as fast as he could to see if Eliza could help in any way, slowly but surely his mind was starting to fuzz up and he was losing any sense of control.

the sound of cheers could be heard from the football field outside of Seabrook High, the familiar sound of his girlfriends voice louder than any of the other cheerleaders was ringing in his ears. And just like that any of the control he had built up was out the window. His body was overly hot and his mouth felt dry. But this was different from his usual zombie frenzies. He wasn’t thirsting for flesh, or any sort of human anything…well. That was a lie. His body was aching all over and he felt a sudden tightness in his black jeans. Was this frenzy…making him aroused?

he let out a low growl as he skulked onto the field, watching the cheer team disperse leaving his familiar love alone. The closer he got the more he could smell her, and the worse the heat felt surrounding him. The shorter girl heard the footsteps and spun around, making immediately eye contact with the zombie teen. Her bright smile would usually cause him to smile as well but with his frenzy in action he only gave a snarl.

“Zed! I thought you had gone home….hey, are you feeling okay,” her question seemed to go unheard as he reached her.

His arms shot out and grabbed ahold of her, yanking her into his chest roughy as he buried his face into her neck. For a few brief seconds he just smelt her, feeling his mouth started to salivate from her delicious scent. Every fiber of his being was crying out to taste her fully, to put her into his mouth.

“zed, you’re kind of scaring me right now,” she let out a whimper as Zed pressed against her more.

his mouth opened and latched onto her skin, listening to the sharp intake she took. She tasted so delicious, like a batch of cookies…if they had been outside cheerleading and had been spritzed with sweetpea perfume. He gave a groan as he started to leave open mouth kisses along her neck, listening to her let out shaky moans. She tried to push him away to fully look a him but he swatted her hands away and held her tight to his chest.

It was only a few minutes of him marking her up, took entranced by her taste but the brain fog cleared just enough for him to slide his hands up her uniform shirt, listening to her squeak as his cold fingers brushed along her soft skin. His fingers brushed along each of her ribs before grabbing ahold of her breasts, groaning as he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. She flinched away a bit which caused him to let out an angry growl. He pulled his face back and, with the strength given to him by the frenzy, ripped her cheer top clean down the middle.

The girl went to complain but was knocked speechless as she was taken down to the ground. Her breath was gone but only for a second as Zed pulled her cheer skirt up her thighs to pool around her hips and then ripped both her underwear cover and her panties themselves off her body leaving her practically naked to him.

the panic began to set in as she realized they were out in the middle of a field at school. She had prayed to whatever was up there that no one would come out and catch her with her zombie boyfriend between her legs. Between her legs??? When did he get there? It didn’t matter now, as his hands were moving her legs up a bit to rest on her chest and his face was being buried into her pussy lips. A cry of pleasure and surprise erupted from her chest as her head flew back and hit the ground of the field. Her fingers gripped the grass roughly, trying to keep her grounded as slurping sounds came from the zombie teen. He was slurping her like she was his favorite drink and fuck did it make her even more aroused.

his tongue was poking and prodding at her entrance, carefully lapping up her slick and thrusting deep into the tight cavern. He could already feel his chin become soaked from her arousal, but he didn’t care. She tasted so good and he was fucking starving. He carefully moved to wrap his mouth around her clit and sucked carefully on it, letting his tongue roll figure eights onto the bundle of nerves which caused her whimpers to turn into high pitched moans.

she could already feel herself getting closer to the edge, her eyes crossing a bit as she prepared for the delicious feeling to finally crash over her. But it never came. She moved a bit to look at her boyfriend, to complain that she was almost there but was left speechless as he was pulling his pale hard on from the confines of his skinny jeans. She’d seen it before but each time still surprised her. How could he be that big?

With a swift push she was spun to her hands and knees, her ass being yanked back to him. The knowledge of their location had popped back into her brain and she turned her head to look at him again, “Zed, wait please what if someone-.”

a loud moan erupted from her throat again as Zed pushed into her entrance, her fingers wrapping up in the grass again as he gave no time to adjust as he fully sheathed himself inside her tight cunt. Her head fell forward a bit as she tried to relax herself but Zed had no intentions of letting her relax. He grabbed ahold of her hips in a bruising vice as he started to bring his hips back, only to slam right back into her. And he didn’t stop there. His pace he had set was unforgiving.

the sound of skin on skin was loud on the field, along with the cheerleaders cries of pleasure and shouts of the football captains name. Loud growls were emitting from the zombie teen himself, the need to fill her full of his cum was almost too much to bare. With a push, the cheerleaders face was pressed harshly into the grass and the new found angle had her squeezing tight around her sex crazed boyfriend. The feel of his cock bruising her cervix was started to build up that knot in stomach again and she was so ready for it.

she reached back for her boyfriend and slapped her hand against his arm, her loud sobs of carnal pleasure were fueling both his ego and his frenzy and he could feel himself twitch inside of her. The thought of finally being able to fill her made him let out a animalistic growl and his hips started to fuck even faster into her.

and thats all it took as the cheerleader let out a scream of his name, her cum splashing back against his raging cock sent the zombie himself to orbit. With a few final harsh thrusts he was burying himself deep into her and spilling his seed into her womb. And as her hand fell from his arm, it carefully brushed the z-band and somehow zapped it back to normal.

Zed went back and flopped onto the ground behind him, his chest heaving a bit as he tried to gather himself. And after a beat he shot up again and scrambled to his fucked out girlfriend, eyes wide with concern, “baby. Holy shit i’m so sorry.”

the girl gave a soft whine as she wad picked up and cradled in his arms, shivers running down her spine as she realized her boyfriend was normal again. She leaned into him and closed her eyes, relaxing a bit. “Fucking hell, Zed. What was that?”

He gave an awkward chuckle as he reached to her cheer bag that had been strewn away as he had attacked her earlier. He carefully pulled out the extra leggings she had and tugged them onto her as well as his jersey she also had stashed inside, “i accidentally spilt some juice on it earlier and it went on the fritz. But that frenzy…fuck i don’t know where it came from.”

she stood up on shaky legs following her boyfriend and gripped onto his arms, listening to him chuckle at her shakiness. “Well, whatever it was…it was kind of hot.”

Zed felt his body tense a bit at the his girlfriends new kink discovery and sighed, knowing damn well he’d have to pull it out more.

“you better pay to get me a new uniform, Necrodopolis,” she snapped as she picked up her shredded uniform.

it was worth it, right?

don’t know if you take requests love, but i think a NSFW alphabet is due for Milo Manheim i beg you with lots of details 😩 *chefs kiss*

Oh my gosh yes, I’m so writing this— 😩

can’t wait to see some milo fics! (manifesting you write some 😭) slay

Yassss omg I so wanna write for Milo!! Ugh— lmk if you have any ideas you want me to write for him 😩

Stupid Z-band

Zed Necrodopolis X fem reader

Warnings: Smut, feral zed, breeding kink (basically), creampie, unprotected sex, this is just filth and me living out my feral zed moment.

Summary: Zed keeps tampering with his z-band in order to win the football games so him and the rest of the zombies can be accepted into Seabrook. His z-band malfunctions unexpectedly after he wins yet another game, but this time, it isn't a frenzy for human brains, it's a frenzy for you.

Seabrook High School erupted in cheers as Zed, once again, won another football game. He had tampered with his z-band to do so, but he didn't think it was a big deal— even though his arm felt like it was going to burn off any moment. You were cheering proudly along the rest of the cheerleaders— for Zed.

  Bucky shot you dirty looks, as a way to tell you not to cheer for zed— but as always, you dismissed them. Zed was your boyfriend after all... although, no one else in Seabrook High knew that. It was still too dangerous to out your relationship, since most humans still hadn't really came to terms with accepting Zombies.

  You wanted to run up and kiss Zed, but ultimately knew that wasn't the best thing to do in front of all of Seabrook. As the minutes passed by and it became later, more people left the football field. The cheerleaders were the only people left on the field, putting your stuff in your duffle bag you watched as the rest of the cheer team eventually scattered off, leaving you alone.

  Meanwhile, Zed was in the locker rooms. He threw his helmet on the bench as he panted, his face and jersey were covered in dirt and sweat, as well as his green hair, which was messily stuck to his forehead, his pale skin sticky and hot.

  Zed wanted nothing more than to take off the clad football jersey, until his wrist started burning and his Z-band started beeping red, the bold words 'OFFLINE' flashed across the small screen of the band.

  Zeds veins immediately darkened and trailed up his arms, all the way to his face. He grew paler, and the veins in his face grew darker. His fists clenched in an effort to control himself as he started to pant, though a light growl erupted from his zombie and he quickly realized this was more than a frenzy.

  He felt hot and.... aroused...

  Zeds 'game' pants felt unbelievably tight and restricted, he needed you. So, he rushed out of the locker rooms and went to the last place he saw you, the football field. Which, was completely empty now... not like his zombie cared in the moment, he would take you in front all of Seabrook in this state.

  You were bent over slightly, zipping up your cheer bag when you heard feet to grass movement and a noise between a growl and a pant. You turned around and were immediately met with Zed, you smiled before you noticed the state he was in "Zed! I'm so proud- hey, are you okay?" You asked, your face twisting with worry and concern. Zed would've melted from how sweet you sounded, but right now he couldn't control this frenzy.

  When you were in his reach, he grabbed you, yanking you with him to the middle of the football field. You let out a yelp in surprise "Zed, what are you doing?" You gasped, your voice was small and meek, and for some reason that turned on his zombie more. He said nothing, he couldn't say anything but let out a series of strained growls as his chest heaved up and down from panting; it was as if he was in heat and your eyes widened when you notice the strain in his pants.

  One of his hands went to the back of your neck, wrapping his hands around your hair, in an attempt to expose your neck to him. When he realized that wasn't enough, he yanked your head back with the hand wrapped in your hair, not hard enough to hurt you but enough to make you squeak out a moan.

  Zed hurried his face into your neck, sucking and kissing at every spot he could, smelling your sweat vanilla perfume which caused the veins in his hands and face to grow darker. He nipped at your neck, not enough to actually bite you, but enough to mark you. Your hands gripped onto his chest as a way to steady yourself, and your touch set him off, he growled as he threw you on the grass of the football field, not wasting a second before he climbed on top of you.

  You weren't scared, you and Zed had done this many times but not when he was like this. He was feral and didn't give you a moment to breathe, but when he ripped your cheer top in half— exposing your bare chest, you finally remembered where you both were "wait, Zed what if we get-" You gasped, but were quickly cut off when he kissed and nipped at your boobs, forcing your thighs open with one hand and sitting him self in between them.

  You were panting now, looking at your zombie boyfriend as your hands went to touch him, but again, his zombie growled as you touched him, bringing him back to the main thing he needed you for. Zed loved you, and he was always so sweet during sex, he was almost never rough, but you couldn't help how soaked you were from this whole situation.

  Zed didn't even bother to take off your cheer skirt, he only ripped the center of it and your underwear in one clean tear, you gasped when you felt him lifting your skirt up so it bunched up on your hips, you were exposed to him and his face now rested in between your thighs. Everything happened so fast you barely had time to adjust to his mouth attaching to your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your hips jolted in surprise, you managed to rest on your elbows to look at him, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist so that his hands rested on your stomach, you looked at his arms and moaned at the sight of his dark purple veins throbbing. Your eyes moved up to his face and before you could get a good look at his face he forced you back down with one of his hands that rested on your stomach.

  Zed ate you as if you were his last meal, his tongue circling your clit so effortlessly and his mouth slurping up your juices. The sounds were lewd and filthy, but it only seemed to turn his zombie on more. He ate you out as if it was for his pleasure, not staying long enough for you to cum. His zombie didn't know whether or not he wanted you like this or on all fours, and he growled impatiently as he finally decided to flip you. His zombie strength allowed him to flip you over with ease so that you were on all fours.

  You whined softly at the quick movement and turned back to look at him, your eyes widened once you realized his pale cock was now exposed, it seemed as if he was even bigger now that he 'zombied out'. He wasn't just bigger or paler, but the veins in his cock had grew darker as well and you moaned softly at the sight, but were quickly cut off when his hands grasped your hips and he forced your ass closer to him.

  Zed ran his cock back and forth between your folds, collecting your wetness just enough for him to slide into your pussy, but he didn't just go halfway in, he completely bottomed out and you let out a noise between a moan and a yelp as the tip of his cock reached the spot inside of you that made your toes curl.

  "Oh my god- Zed" You babbled out, head falling against the grass. He didn't allow you any time to adjust, but you were so soaked that the stretch didn't hurt. His zombie growled at your already fucked out tone, gripping your hips harshly as he set an unforgiving pace. The tip of his cock reached your sweet spot with every harsh thrust he gave you, you were so drunk on his cock that you didn't even care that you were in the middle of the football field.

  Zed was unable to say anything, only grunts and growls came from his lips while he panted and fucked you harshly. He couldn't stop, with each thrust he grew more animalistic and feral. His zombie wouldn't stop until he had you cumming on his cock and until he was spilling into you. The thought of him finally filling you up made his nails dig harder into your hips and his pace speed up.

  The side of your face was forced into the grass when he leaned over and pressed your head into it. Your mouth fell open as a series of moans fell past your lips. You cried out his name as he snapped his hips against yours, and you felt the coil in your lower stomach when the tip of his cock hit that place inside of you with each thrust. The hand that was on your head, which happened to be the one he had his z-band on, went to the side of you as he used his other hand to keep your hips in place.

  One of your hands gripped onto the arm he placed beside you, clawing at his arm for dear life as he fucked your brains out. Zed growled but didn't remove his arm from you, instead he fucked you even harder as he felt his release near. The need to cum inside of your pussy overwhelmed him and his zombie wasn't going to give out until he filled you up. He was so deep inside of you that you could've sworn you felt him in your stomach, and that thought alone made you cum. You cried out as your cum splashed against his cock, making him thrust even easier than before.

  Zed panted harder as his zombie kept him going, he wasn't tired by any means, but he needed to cum. So when you clenched around his cock from being so overstimulated he growled and finally spilled his cum deep inside you. You let out a gasp and your hand kept its hold on his hand that was on the ground next to your head, you whined as he didn't stop cumming. His hips had slowed and his cum dripped out of you while he was still inside of you. Your hand clawed at his z-band by accident, causing it to beep and turn green, the words 'ONLINE' finally popped up on the small screen.

  Zeds veins slowly returned to normal, but he was extremely tired and his whole body ached. He was still panting, but once his vision cleared and he noticed how fucked out you looked, he slowly pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy almost immediately and you whined. "Oh fuck, I'm so sorry baby" he repeated constantly, despite the hurt his body felt from his zombie taking over for so long.

  You let out a whine in response, not able to move and he quickly realized and lifted you up and into his lap after he put his pants back on. He covered your bare chest with the ripped cheer top and pulled your cheer skirt back down as his hand cleaned off your cheek and hair which was covered in grass. Despite how sore you already started to feel, you noticed the harsh color of red on his wrist, around his z-band. "Zed... that was amazing, but you've got to stop tampering with your z-band" You managed to say, your voice weak from all the moaning and crying out you did.

  Zed cracked a small smile when you confirmed that you were okay and you enjoyed it and he sighed when you mentioned him tampering with the z-band "I know.... Just... I have to win one last game and then I'll stop" He reassured you, and you hated the fact that he had to hurt himself just to be accepted into Seabrook. You nodded softly, "promise?" You said softly, looking into his brown eyes and he gently kissed your lips "I promise..."

I love finding masterpieces like this one 😩🧎‍♀️

Undying Desire

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗭𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗡𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪! 𝗨𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘!), 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶-𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅

𝗔/𝗡: #𝗶𝗻𝗺𝘆𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗲𝗿𝗮 :𝟯 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗭𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗜’𝗺 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

“Zed, I’m at the gate.” You say through the phone, shivering in the cool night air as you wait for Zed at the gate between Zombie Town and Seabrook. You’ve been sneaking out of the house pretty frequently lately to spend some time with your drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, Zed.

“I’m walking down the street now, I see ya.” He answers through the cell, but he’s hung up before you can answer. You get worried for a moment, but the anxiety disappears the moment you see him from across the gate. Zed jogs up, pushing open the gate just wide enough for you the slip through.

He instantly pulls you into an embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders. You sigh into his warm hold, now shielding you from the chilly wind. “I missed you.” You mumble into his firm chest, arms wrapping around his torso. “You saw me today.” He chuckles, and you pull away just enough to peer up at him. “You know what I mean.”

“What’re you wearing, aren’t you cold.” He asks, eyeing your cheer uniform that adorns your body oh so well. “Practice ran late, I didn’t have time to change.” You answer. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm ya up.” He smirks.

You two fall into step, hands interlinked with one another’s. Your free hand grips his bicep of the hand you hold as he leads you through the dimly lit street. He leads you through many dark alleyways til he’s satisfied you’re both hidden from any prying eyes if the night.

“Guards have cracked down here lately, can’t go to the usual spots this time around.” He whispers, slowly backing you into a wall. “S’okay, as long as I’m with you.” You reply, peering up at him through your lashes. Zed’s hands find home at your waist, pulling you close. “I missed you too, you know?” He whispers, head dipping down to yours.

You sigh, hands splaying over his broad chest. “I wish we didn’t have to do this.” You admit, shivering as a gust of wind whistles through the alley. Zed’s shoulders slouch slightly in defeat, “I know, I wish things could be different—that I could be different.” He says, and you’re quick to shake your head.

“What, no. Zed, I don’t want you to be different. You shouldn’t have to change yourself for me. I…” 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵. “I love you just the way you are.” Though you and Zed have been secretly rendezvousing together for more or less three months, neither of you had said the L word.

Zed is taken aback, and you drop your head to avoid his gaze. He quickly composed his giddiness, a hand moving to cup your jaw. “Oh, Y/N/N.” He starts, but you still can’t muster up to the courage to look up at him. “Let me see those eyes.” He whispers, and you finally crane your neck up. “I love you, God I’m so in love with you. And—and I know I can’t give you all that a human can but—“

“You give me enough, Zed. You’re all that I need.” You stop him, and his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

“Zed,” You whisper bashfully, and he hums in question. “please, kiss me.” You beg, and he’s more than happy to oblige, dipping his head to meet yours, lips enveloping your own.

The kiss is searing hot and burning with passion. Your hands hold his face to yours, his moving to grip your waist once more. Hands tangle anywhere and everywhere, neither of you can get enough of the other. You moan into his mouth as he cages you against the wall.

He pulls his lips from yours to trail wet kisses down the column of your throat, his hands sliding up and under the front of your shirt to grope your tits. You can feel him smirk against your kiss ridden skin. “No bra?” He quips.

“Zed, please.” You beg breathlessly, and he kisses up to your ear, “What is it, baby? Use your words.” He whispers. “Need you.” You say, hands sliding to the waistband of his pants. “Yeah? I know what you need”.

Zed takes his hands to your shoulders, turning you around so your face is pressed up against the alley wall. Your hands flattening against the brick on either side of you. Zed pulls your hips out to bend you over, and you moan at his man handling.

You hear him undo his belt before he flips your cheer skirt up over your ass. Your pink panties now the only thing standing in his way. You turn your head, eyes dropping to his painfully hard cock, standing straight up and ready to wreck you.

“Wanna ruin you.” Zed mumbles, a hand moving your panties to the side, fingers dipping through your folds. You let out a moan as he swiped through your slick. “All this and I haven’t even touched you yet?” He teases, hand now lining up his cock with your dripping cunt.

“Please, Zed.” You moan, and he slowly sinks into your soaking heat. “Fuckkk.” Zed groans out, one hand gripping your hip for dear life, the other flattened against the wall by your head for support. He grips your hip tighter, if even possible, and begins to thrust in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

“Oh, fuck.” You moan, Zed’s cock brushing that sweet spot with every thrust. You place your hand on top of his on the wall, unknowingly and accidentally brushing his z-band. It malfunctions, and his veins grow dark. But before Zed can react, his darker side is already taking over, hungry for more. His pace quickens, and he pounds into you harder.

“Fuck, Zed, fuck me.” You moan, hips slapping into his own with each harsh thrust of his hips. “Tell me how good I make you feel.” He demands, still relentlessly pounding into your cunt. “So good, you fuck me so good, Zed.” You praise him, climax straying to build up.

“Yeah? I fuck you better than a human could, huh?” He growls, you let out a moan in response, but it’s not enough. Zed slaps a hand down on your ass, “Tell me.” He orders. “Fuck, yes. You fuck me so much better than anyone else could Zed.”

“Yeah, fuckkk.” He groans, head lulling back as his hood snap into your own. Your hand grips his tighter, “Zed, m’close.” You moan, fingers brushing his z-band and returning it to normal. His pace stutters for a moment before he picks it back up. “Fuck, me too.” He moans, hand spanking your ass once more.

He pulls his hand from the wall, dipping it down to circle your clit, your orgasm washing over you as he continues to assault your abused cunt. He’s making you ride out your high as he chases his own, and you can barely take it. Your knees buckle and your head drops. “Zed,” You moan, but before you can beg anymore his hips stutter and he’s pulling out, pumping his cock a few times before his white ropes shoot across your ass.

You both take a moment to compose yourselves and your breath. Zed grips your waist, turning you around to face him, “Fuck, I love you.”

𝟐/𝟕/𝟐𝟒

Why yes I did scream into my pillow at 1 am when I saw this.

Rushed Beginnings | Zed Necrodopolis (FLUFF)

NOTE: Hello 😊 I finally had the time to finish this up. I had it drafted since Friday of last week. I wanted to dedicate this one to @darling5. She gave me the idea and she has been my #1 supporter since I started up this account. Thank you for that <3 . The number of times I had to binge-watch all 3 zombie movies + the reanimated series for this was crazy. Even at work, I had it on as background noise. I hope you all have a great night!

Y/N = Your Name

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I woke up to my roommate’s alarm going off. I checked my phone, and it was 8:15 am. I have a class at 8:45 am and it’s on the other side of the campus.

“Holy Shit,” I said loudly as I got up, scaring my roommate.

She looked panicked as she turned off her alarm. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna be late,” I said.

I walked over to my dresser and picked some jeans and a random T-shirt. I quickly changed and put my shoes on. I went to the bathroom to quickly brush my hair and my teeth.

“Bye, Julia!” I said as I practically ran out of our dorm.

This is my first time being late so far. School started about 2 weeks ago, but I still have trouble navigating through the campus. Why did I think scheduling my class this early in the morning?

I turned a corner and ran into someone. 

I stumbled back, “I-I’m sorry...” I said embarrassed. I looked up and saw Zed. I haven’t met him, but I did hear he was a pretty good football player at Seabrook High.

He smiled at me. “It’s fine. It looks like you are in a hurry”

“Yeah. I am running late for class. I’m sorry”

He laughed slightly. “You’re fine, but hey…. Since you ran into me, how about you give me your number?”

“I guess it’s only fair,” I said.

He quickly pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and handed it over to me. I entered and saved my number before handing him the phone back. 

“I gotta get going,” I said as I fixed the strap of my backpack. 

“Wait I didn’t catch your name.”

“Y/N” 

“I’m Zed. See you around, Y/N” he said as he went the opposite way of me. 

I continued my way to class. I can’t believe that happened. The Zed Necrodopolis talked to me. The guy everyone talks about daily, mainly about his amazing football skills. 

Once I got to class, I set up my laptop on my desk. I pulled out my phone and noticed I had a missed text from an unknown number. 

Zed: Hey Y/N, it’s Zed. Did you make it to class safely? ;) 

Well, that was fast. 

Y/N: Hahaha. Very Funny. 🙄                  But yes. Yes, I did :) 

Zed: Good to know. What class did you have anyway?

Y/N: Government with Professor Mendez

Zed: Boringggg… Anyway, I am going to assume you didn’t have any breakfast this morning. Right?

Y/N: Nope. I was already rushing. My tummy is rumbling now.

Zed: Wanna grab breakfast after your class?... Up to you of course. I would love to get to know you better.

I blinked at my phone for a while. Am I seeing this correctly? Is Zed asking me out? I don’t have a class till 12:30, so I guess I have time.

Y/N: I don’t look my best right now though. Didn’t even dress well and I didn’t do my makeup.

Zed: I think you look great! Loved your Blink-182 shirt.

Zed: You’re not wearing any makeup? Wow… You look beautiful without it then.

Y/N: Thanks Zed! I think you look very handsome as well 😊

Zed: Thank you! …. So, is that a yes?

Y/N: Yes 😊 See you soon!

Zed: Great, see you soon!

I put my phone away and impatiently waited for the class to be over.

After class, I packed everything back into my backpack and made my way over to the Graveyard Griddle. As I approached the place, I saw Zed standing outside, leaning against the wall. He was scrolling on his phone. The sun hit his green hair just right, making it look brighter.

He looked up as I got closer to him. His face lit up when he saw me.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came!” Zed said excitedly.

I giggled. “Of course. Thank you for inviting me”

“Anytime. Let’s go eat,” he said as he guided me to the entrance and held the door open for me.

We walked in and he picked a booth for us to sit at. I sat on one side of the booth, and he sat on the other.

“Have you been here yet? Or is this your first time?” Zed asked as he passed me a menu.

“No. This is my first time”

He looked surprised. “Really? Well, it’s not too much different than “human” food. You still can get your regular pancakes, waffles, eggs, and all that.”

“Good to know. What are you getting?”

“I am getting the Eclipse Eggscape. It’s an omelet with veggies in it.”

“Sounds yummy!” I said as I scanned the menu. “I will probably get Boo-berry pancakes and a coffee.”

“Good choice!” He spoke.

A lady walked to our table. “Good morning! My name is Zelda, I will be your server today. Are you guys ready to order?”

Milo looked at me to see if I was. I nodded.

“Yes, we are,” Zed responded. “I would like the Eclipse Eggscape and a glass of orange juice, please.”

Zelda was writing down his order. “And you sweetie?” she said looking at me.

“I would like some boo-berry pancakes and an iced vanilla coffee please,” I said.

“Got it. I will be right back with your drinks.” Zelda said and left.

Zed looked at me again. “So, Y/N I don’t think I have seen you around Seabrook before. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Westview. It’s a couple of towns from Seabrook. Don’t think because I am not from Seabrook doesn’t mean I do not know what happens here.”

“What like zombies? Werewolves? Aliens? Other monsters?”

“No not that. I meant about you.”

“You knew who I was?”

“Duh. You were the country’s first zombie to be accepted into a college. Plus, I hear girls in my class talking about how good you were at football.”

“Yes, it’s been fun honestly. I am glad I was able to help our community accept our monsters.”

“Here are your drinks,” Zelda said as she placed our drinks in front of us. “Food will be out shortly.”

“Thanks!” Zed and I said in unison.

Zed grabbed his orange juice and took a sip. I noticed he had a bracelet on with a screen that said offline.

“What is that?” I asked him pointing at the bracelet.

“It’s a Z-Band. Us zombies wear it to keep us from transforming into full zombies.”

“I see. I learned something new today.”

He laughed. “Yeah, it’s pretty interesting my friend Eliza created them.” 

Zelda came out with our food. We thanked her and began eating. 

“So, Y/N, tell me about yourself,” Zed asked.

I ended up telling Zed my life story. He seemed to be very interested in everything I said. He would ask me so many questions about my childhood. He then told me everything about his. He explained to me how hard it was the first 14-15 years of his life. He mentioned how hard Zombies had it. Thanks to Zed, now they are more accepted along with other monsters.

Zelda came by to pick up our plates when we were done eating. She left the check too.

I looked at my phone to check on the time.

“Running late again?” Zed asked jokingly. He flashed me a smirk.

I playfully rolled my eyes at him. “Not this time. Although, if I do want to make it in time, I have to leave soon.”

“What class do you have next?” 

“I have English next.”

“Building B?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“My next class is there. Mind if I walk you to class?” he asked me shyly. 

I smiled at him. “Not at all.” I grabbed my backpack and pulled out my wallet to grab some cash to pay.

“What are you doing?” 

“Paying. I mean I bumped into you, it’s the least I can do.”

He shook his head. “Nah. I got it.” He pulled out some cash and left it on top of the check.

“Thanks, Zed,” I said.

“You’re welcome, Y/N,” he said. 

We got up from the booth and began walking. We made some more small talk about school now.

I was enjoying this whole morning with him. I felt comfortable talking to him. It seemed like we’d been friends forever, but we just met. It didn’t help when he was also so damn handsome.

We got to my class 10 minutes before it started. We stood outside talking a bit more.

“I had a fun time with you this morning, Y/N,” Zed said as he leaned against the wall.

“Me too, Zed. It was not how I pictured my morning, but it was fun.”

“Yeah. I was not expecting to be knocked over so early in the morning.”

“Hahaha. You’re never going to let that go” I said. We laughed. “I should get going. I want to get a good spot in class. You should too before you’re late.”

“I won’t be. My class is 2 floors up.”

“Alright. Well, I gotta go. Thank you again for breakfast, Zed.”

“No problem, Y/N. I’ll text you later.” Zed said.

I nodded and said Bye to him.

. I wanted to hug him but was not sure what our boundaries were yet. I turned around and walked a few feet to my classroom door, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned back around, and it was Zed.

“Listen Y/N, I don’t mean to be too forward, but would you be willing to go out again sometime? I just really enjoyed being with you and you are probably the most amazing girl I have met.”

I blushed. “Yes. I would love that. I have not felt this happy with someone in a long time.”

“Great. I will see you soon then.” Zed said. He kissed my cheek. “Bye, Y/N.”

“Bye Zed,” I said turned around and walked inside the classroom. 

This was a crazy morning for sure. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

In the Spirit of Halloween | Milo Manheim (Fluff)

NOTE: Happy Saturday everyone! As promised, here is the other Halloween one. I am slowly having more free time. Hoping to write more this upcoming week.  Let me know if you guys have any suggestions like more smut?  More fluff? More Milo? Make a zed / Wally/Ryan/Joseph?

Have a good weekend.

Y/N = Your Name

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The months of October have been crazy for Milo and me. From going to Halloween parties every Friday and Saturday to going to haunted houses and Halloween-themed escape rooms on Sundays, we were doing our best to spend as much time together as possible before he leaves to film. Since I work Monday through Friday, the weekends are when we have more time together.

Today is officially Halloween and it’s been raining all day. Milo and I had planned on dressing up and passing out candy to trick-or-treaters, but we just decided to stay in and celebrate anyway.

“Y/N?” I heard Milo’s voice coming from our bedroom.

“Yeah?” I responded from our bathroom. I always shower when I get home from work.

“Come in the kitchen when you’re done!”

I finished up my shower and got out to put on some comfortable ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’ pajamas. I went to the kitchen when I was done. Milo was looking in our pantry for something.

“Here!” I said happily.

Milo turned around. I noticed he changed his clothes too. When I got home, he was wearing his usual t-shirt and jeans, but he changed into a cute Oogie Boogie onesie pj’s. He looks so adorable.

I giggled instantly when I saw him.

“You like my outfit?” He said as he did a quick spin showing it off.

“Yes, I do. You look cute” I told him. “So, what did you call me for exactly?”

He smiled mischievously. “I found some stuff that can make our Halloween date better”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Okay… What did you find?”

Milo went to the fridge and pulled out some stuff as I sat on one of the stools we have here. He brought them in front of me. Pillsbury pizza crust, mozzarella, pizza sauce, and my all-time favorite, Pillsbury Halloween cookies.

“Were making our pizzas?” I asked excitedly.

“Yes, BUT….” He said as he turned around and looked through our drawer. He turned back around to face me and showed me some Halloween cutouts we had.

“Oh, my goodness. This sounds like fun! Thank you, babe,” I said as I got up and walked up next to him.

“You’re welcome. I know you were a bit bummed out earlier about our plans changing.”

“I was a little bit, but with us going out a lot, I realized alone time with you and no one else around sounded amazing.”

“Agreed. Let’s not do that again next year. Except maybe the escape rooms. I liked those”

“Nerd,” I said jokingly.

“You know what. I’ll take that as a compliment because, without me, you would still be stuck there.” Milo said. We slightly laughed. “I’m going to miss moments like these,” Milo said to me as our gazes met again.

“Me too.”

“But as soon as I am done, I am coming home straight to you,” Milos said as he placed his hands on my waist and mine did the same to his. I would wrap my arms around his neck, but our height difference does not allow us to do so.

I smiled at him. “Good. I will be here waiting”

“I love you, Y/N”

“I love you, too, Milo.”

Milo leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back. It was a quick kiss though, so we had to pull back.

“Shall we get started?” Milo asked.

“Yes! I’m getting hungry already.”

Milo began opening both cans of Pillsbury pizza crust. He laid one crust in front of me and the other in front of him. He put the Halloween cutouts he had found in front of us as well. I saw him reach for the pumpkin cut out. I picked the ghost cut out. We pressed them on our dough.

“Mine looks like a chunky pumpkin right now,” Milo said as he pointed to his pumpkin-shaped crust. 

I giggled. “My ghost looks a little lopsided, but it’s okay. It makes it look spookier”

He laughed. “Oh, it’s spooky alright” 

We took turns cutting our pizza into different shapes. 

“These are very….” Milo said as he looked at both of our creations together. “Unique!”

“They do,” I said as we laughed. 

Milo passed me the jar of pizza sauce and the mozzarella.

“I couldn’t find pepperoni here. I know you like it sometimes.”

“It’s fine. The cheese will do” 

We covered our pizza crusts with sauce and mozzarella cheese. Once we were done Milo transferred them onto a baking tray. Our little figure truly looked funny. He preheated the oven while we cleaned up and washed our hands.

When the oven beeped, Milo placed the tray in the oven.

“Do you want to prepare the cookies now or after we eat?” Milo asked as he picked up the cookie packet.

“Let’s do it right now so we can watch a horror movie without having to pause.”

“Are you just saying that because you’ll be too scared to walk to the kitchen after watching half a movie?”

“Maybe...” 

Milo laughed. “Okay, you big baby”

“Hey last time we watched a horror movie, you were the one who was terrified of getting up at night”

“I thought we weren’t gonna talk about that anymore…. Oops”

Milo playfully glared at me. “Meanie”

I laughed and opened the cookie package. “Which tray are we going to use for these?”

Milo went to look in our cabinets for an extra tray. “Found one!”

He brought over the tray, and we began to align the cookies in rows. Once we were done, the pizzas were done. Perfect timing.

Milo took our pizzas and put our cookies in. 

“At least now we can wait for the pizzas to cool down while the cookies bake,” Milo said. “Wanna clean up here while I set up the living room?” 

“Sure,” I said. 

Milo nodded and left the kitchen. I began to pick up our mess in the kitchen. 

By the time the timer went off for the cookies, I was done cleaning. I took out the tray and placed it next to the pizza tray.

“Babe!” I said from the kitchen. “Everything is ready. Want me to serve us?” 

“Yes please!” I heard Milo respond.

I pulled out some cute Halloween-themed plates I found the other day and placed our pizzas in one and our cookies in the other. I also bought us these cute ghost cups a couple of days ago. I got those out and served us some coke. 

I grabbed the plates first and walked to the living room. When I got there, it was nicely decorated. The Halloween décor we had around the house was now all over our living room but looked great. Blankets all over our couch. What I loved the most was the cute Halloween lights. Purple, orange, and red. 

“No wonder you were so quiet,” I said. “Oh, Milo this looks amazing.”

Milo smiled. “Thank you. I wanted to make it extra for you.”

I walked over to the living room table and placed the plates there. “You always do.” 

“Why don’t you get comfortable and pick the movie while I go get us our drinks”

“Sure. I already served them though. They’re on the counter.”

Milo went to the kitchen to grab our drinks and came back. “These are adorable. Where’d you get these?”

“Probably family dollar or dollar tree… I saw them and thought they were cute”

Milo giggled. “What movie did you pick?” 

“I picked the original IT movie”

“I guess we’re spending the night in the living room tonight” Milo joked.

The rest of the night we spent it in the living room. We ate our pizzas and some cookie. 

Milo cuddled me close to him. The smell of his cologne calmed me down a bit. I did find it funny how he would easily jump or yell “oh shit” when he would get scared. I think I ended up cuddling him more during the night since he got more scared than me.

Dangerous Games | Milo Manheim (Smut)

Note: Hello everyone! I have been lacking in these I know! Had a lot going on. School, work, and family have taken over my schedule. I hope you enjoy this. I have another Halloween theme I am working on and I will post it soon. Hope you all had a fun and safe Halloween! 

It is currently 1:11 am as I am writing this. I need some sleep because I need to wake up to get ready for work at 6. 

WARNINGS: Alcohol / Smut / Cussing

Y/N = Your Name

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I have not attended a Halloween party since my senior year of High school. Milo’s friend is throwing one tonight and Milo wanted to go. This is also our first Halloween together.

I checked my reflection one more time. I noticed how my angel costume hugged my curves better than I thought. It was mainly a short white dress with high-knee socks. I was showing a little bit of cleavage, too, which I never do, but I wanted to try something new for this Halloween. I adjusted my clipped-on wings and halo headband before grabbing my phone and bag from my room.

"Are you almost ready?" Milo's voice called from our living room. I could practically hear the amusement in his tone, knowing he was just waiting to see what I’d chosen for tonight. He didn’t know what I had picked out.

“Yes,” I said as I made my way to the living room.

Milo was scrolling on his phone, but I saw he was dressed as a vampire. I honestly thought he would have gone as a Zed, although his mischievous charmed personality was perfect for a vampire.

“Ready to go?” I asked him.

Milo looked up, his eyes widening as they traveled over my outfit. He stayed quiet for a bit. Finally, he managed a crooked grin. "Wow... you look… well, you don't look like any angel I’ve ever seen."

I could feel my cheeks warming up. “Guess I’m a little more of a naughty angel tonight.”

He laughed, his gaze still going up and down my body. “You look incredible.”

I stepped closer and adjusted his collar. “Well, clean up pretty well yourself, my handsome vampire.”

"Careful, I might just be tempted to skip the party and keep you here all night."

I laughed, pushing him away gently. "Let’s not make me regret choosing this costume."

His eyes sparkled, and he held out his arm. "Fine. Let’s go"

I wrapped my arm around him as we walked out of our apartment. He walked me over to the passenger side and opened the door for me. I got in and he closed the door. He walked over to his side and got in.

I saw Milo entering the address on his phone and connecting it to his car. He went on Spotify and clicked his playlist.

He began driving as we sang along to his music. He eventually rested his hand on my bare midthigh. He will give it a little squeeze occasionally.

We arrived at the party.

“If it gets too much for you, let me know and we can go home.” He said to me with a soft voice. 

He knows my social battery runs out fast during parties.

“Yes, babe. Thank you” I said and kissed his cheek before we got out of the car and walked to the door. 

Milo opened the door to his friend’s house. People everywhere. Loud Music. Drinks in almost every corner of the house. I have not attended parties like these in a while. 

“MILO!” A tall guy with brown hair said. 

“Hey, Man!” Milo said as they did their little handshake. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N this is Mason, my best friend”

“Hi, Mason! Nice to finally meet you” I said with a smile and stuck my hand out.

“Damn Milo! You didn’t tell me your girlfriend was this hot!” Mason said as he pulled me into a hug instead.

“Watch it,” Milo said and shot him a playful glare. 

Mason laughed. “Well, we got some food and snacks in the kitchen. Drinks are everywhere so help yourself. “

“Thanks, man,” Milo said. Mason left to join the party again. Milo grabbed my hand “He wasn’t wrong though…”

“About…?”

“I got a hot girlfriend,” he said and winked at me.

I blushed again. “And I got a hot boyfriend,” I said.

“Let’s get some drinks,” Milo said and led me to the kitchen.

“Holy shit. He has a little bit of everything” I said as I noticed bottles of beer, vodka, rum, wine, etc. 

“Yeah. What do you want to drink?” Milo asked.

I looked around at all my options. “I am keeping it basic and getting some Jack and Coke”

“Diving in the hard stuff already?” He joked.

“Haha, I guess. It will help me loosen up a little”

Milo served my drink before serving himself a cocktail. Then he led me to a small hang-out area in the house. His other friends were there. He went around introducing me to his friends. 

After an hour of laughing and joking around with his friends, and maybe a couple of drinks, we finally had the courage to get up and dance. 

Milo led me to the middle of the crowd of people who were dancing. The lights were flickering orange, red, purple, and green, casting an eerie glow. Suddenly “Feel So Close” by Calvin Harris pulsed through the speakers. Milo’s hands found my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our bodies were moving in sync with the beat of the music. I decided to turn myself around now my back was facing him. I started to sway my hips against him. Milo pulled me closer to him. I felt him tighten his grip on my waist. 

“I didn’t know you could move like this” Milo said against my ear.

“Theres a lot you don’t really know about me” I said and turned back around to face him. 

His eyes looked lustful. “Come with me” He demanded. Milo grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

“Where are we going?” I asked in the quiet hallway.

Milo dragged me to a room down the hall. He opened the door and rushed us inside. “Mason’s guest room” Milo responded as he closed and locked the door.

“What are we doing here?” I asked him with a soft voice. 

Milo pressed me against the wall. “You were playing a dangerous game down there. Moving your hips like that”

“I was just dancing,” I said innocently. I battered my eyes at him.

“Oh love… That was not “just dancing” and you know it. You know what you were doing to me.” Milo said in a deep low voice.

“What exactly was I doing?”

“You were driving me crazy.”

“And? What are you gonna do about it?”

Milo leaned closer to me, our faces inches apart. “I’m gonna teach you a lesson.” He kissed my lips and then led me to bed. “Sit”

I sat on the edge of the bed. I felt his hand on my neck. He made me look at him. He leaned closer again. His eyes turned dark. 

“You think you can get away with what you did so easily?” He laughed devilishly.

“I think I can,” I said with a smirk.

He flashed me a smirk. “Oh really?” Milo kneeled in front of me. He spread my legs apart. I had a thong on so he could see everything. “I guess you prepared for me.” Milo began to eat me out.

“Milo” I moaned as it caught me off guard. His tongue flickered around my clit. His warm breath against my thigh. I felt him insert one finger as he ate me out. “M-milo… w-were gonna get c-caught” I managed to let out.

“We’ll be fine.” 

I laid back on the bed now. My hands gripped his hair. He let out small moans when I would pull it. 

“Milo... I need you in me now!” I said desperately wanting to feel his warmth.

He stopped eating me out and began undoing his pants. “Turn around” 

I flipped around. I put my ass up for him. 

“I’ve never seen you wear this before,” he said as he played with my thong. He then moved it aside and I felt his tip going up and down my entrance. “Holy shit, Y/N…. You’re so wet”

“All for you, baby”

Milo pushed his dick slowly into me, making us moan in pleasure. Eventually, he picked up his pace. I wanted to feel him deeper in me, so I started to throw my ass back onto him.

“Fuck Y/N,” he said. He spanked my ass, making me moan his name. He put his hands on my waist, guiding my pace. “Show me how badly you need me.”

I kept throwing it back on him. Milo began pounding into me as well. This doubled the pleasure. I felt myself getting closer, but he pulled out.

“I hate it when you do that,” I said.

“Oh… Is someone frustrated?” Milo taunted playfully. He flipped me over, so I was facing him now. He lifted my dress a little higher. He had my legs over his shoulder.

“Milo please…” I begged him. 

He let out a small laugh. I felt his tip on my entrance again. This time, he didn’t waste any time. He slammed right in. I let out a yelp. He placed his hand on my neck again. “You know you did wrong now?”

“Yes baby” I moaned. Milo leaned in and kissed my lips. His hand is still on my neck. I kept moaning into our kiss. 

I felt his other hand down my clit moving his fingers in circles. He knows this drives me crazy. Each thrust and rub made me close to climaxing. 

“You were a bad girl,” Milo said. 

“Fuck Milo…” I said as his dirty talk plus his actions drove me even crazier. “I’m a close baby”

“Finish on my dick baby,” he said. I gripped the sheets as he pounded faster, hitting my spot. I felt myself getting tighter around him. I finished on his dick. I moaned out in relaxation now. 

Milo kept thrusting until I felt him twitch. “F-fuck… Y/N” Milo moaned as he released his cum inside of me, filling me up. 

He pulled out and lay next to me for a bit. We were panting, trying to catch our breaths. After a minute, Milo turned to look at me. I looked into his big brown eyes. “So did you learn your lesson?”

I giggled. “Yeah… I need to mess with you more often.” I joked.

“You can try baby… but I will always teach you a lesson.’ He winked.

“I’ll let you try”

“You also need to wear something like this more often at home too.”

“Why is that?”

“Because you look fucking hot. Plus, easier access for me.”

I laughed. “Don’t be an asshole.” I

He laughed and kissed my cheek. “C’mon… let's clean ourselves up before heading back out there.”

“Do you think they know we just fucked in here?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. They can’t hear because of the music and they’re too drunk right now”

“Fair enough,” I spoke.

Milo and I went to the bathroom, which thankfully was inside the room as well. We cleaned ourselves off and I retouched my makeup. Milo helped me fix my hair. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he said as he looked at me to finish up retouching my makeup.

“I love you too babe,” I said. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Shall we go back now?” He asked.

“We shall,” I said.

Milo and I sneaked back downstairs and pretended like nothing happened. He was right though; everyone was too drunk to notice we weren’t there.

For the rest of the night, we danced again and played some games with his friends. 

A Perfect Fall Day (FLUFF)

NOTE: Guysss Guess what…. I got food poisoning Monday and felt like complete shit yesterday. I couldn't even get out of bed! 

Anyways… Hope you enjoy this. It's a little long but I haven't written much lately, sorry. Have a good day everyone :) 

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Your point of view

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I sipped my coffee as I scrolled through instagram on the couch. Post after posts showed friends and people I knew from high school at pumpkin patches. They look like fun! Some desserts people post from them look delicious. 

“Whatcha up to babe?” Milo said as he came to join me on the couch with his cup of coffee.

“Nothing. Just on insta.” I replied, setting my phone down on the table. “Have you ever been to a pumpkin patch?”

“Yes! They're super fun. Have you?” He asked.

“Nope. I never went to one growing up because my parents always worked and didn't have the time. I don't blame them though. They did what they had to do. I guess it's the reason why I never felt the need to go as an adult. Although, some do look like fun.”

Milos eyes lit up like he was forming an idea in his head, “So you really never been to one? Not even a local one here?” 

I shook my head.

Milo's eyes look mischievous, but I let it be. 

We hung out for the rest of the night, drinking coffee and watching movies. I eventually fell asleep on the couch, but felt MIlo carrying me to our room to sleep in our bed.

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Milo's POV

I closed the bedroom door slowly and quietly as possible to not wake up Y/N, Louie following behind. I walked back to the living room and got on my laptop. I am not letting her miss this pumpkin patch experience. I need to make this memorable for her. 

I began to research some pumpkin patches that we can go to tomorrow. I need to make sure it has things that we can both do and give her the ultimate experience. After 30 minutes of devising in between pumpkin patches, I picked one called Belle Farm. I bought us tickets and began to plan our mini trip since it was a couple cities over. Then, I went to her closet and picked out an outfit that would match the colors of mine. I have never seen her in this outfit, since we didn't meet during fall season, but I would love to see her in it. I'm hoping she likes it. After getting my outfit I had in mind to match with her, I set them both down on the chair we have in our room. I got into bed slowly and got comfy. As soon as my head touched the pillow, I felt myself instead drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ morning ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Beep Beep Beep

My alarm went off. I quickly turned it off and looked over to see if I woke up Y/N. Thankfully she was still sleeping. I got out of bed and walked to the kitchen to start making us some breakfast. I'm thinking of some eggs, bacon, and pancakes, her favorite. After I gathered the ingredients, I began making everything. I even found a pumpkin mold and used it to make the pancakes. 

I really hope she likes everything, along with our plans for today. 

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Her POV

I woke up to the smell of something delicious coming from the apartment. I rolled over to see I was the only one in the bed. Milo nowhere in sight. I got up and went to look for him. 

Noises of plates or cups clinking together came from the kitchen. I walked in there and saw Milo setting up plates and silverware on our dining room table. 

He looked over to where I was standing almost instantly and smiled. “ Morning sleepyhead” 

“Morning babe. What's going on?” I said my voice was groggy from waking up.

“I made us some breakfast.” He said as he walked over to me. He stuck his hand out. “Come with me m’lady” 

I giggled. I grabbed his hand and he led me to the table. He made me sit on the chair he pulled out, and pushed me closer to the table once I sat down. 

He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the plates covered in aluminum foil. He came back and placed them in the middle of the table. He sat across from me. 

“I made your favorite. Eggs, bacon and pancakes!” He said happily as he uncovered the plates. Everything looked and smelled delicious, but I noticed the pancakes looked different.

“Pumpkin shaped pancakes?” I was surprised.

“Yes ma'am. Sets the mood for fall”

“Wowww Chef Milo really came out today” I joked.

“Oh yes I did. I even added a secret ingredient to the pancakes.” He said with a smile.

I looked at him confused. “Cinnamon?”

“Well yes, but that's not my secret ingredient”

“What is it then?”

“Love.” he said with a goofy grin.

“My favorite!” I said with a laugh. 

We served ourselves and began eating.

I took a bite out of the pancakes and they were delicious. “Oh my god. These are amazing! Is there anything you can't do milo?”

He laughed. “Shut up. I just like to make food for my girl.”

“And you're good at it.”

We smiled and continued eating and talking. Once we were done eating, we cleaned up and put away food that was left over.

“So… Y/N…” Milo said as he washed his hands. “I have plans for us today. I'm not telling you just yet where we are going, but I picked out an outfit for you to wear already. Let's get ready.”

I was shocked for a moment. It caught me by surprise. “Whoa what?”

He chucked and grabbed my hand. He led me to our room and showed me the outfit he picked out for me. It was black jeans, white long sleeve shirt, and my light brown coat. 

“This is cute. Thank you babe” I said.

He leaned down to give me a quick kiss. 

We started to change our clothes and I headed to the bathroom to put on some light makeup. I don't really wear makeup, so I just did something simple that will compliment my outfit.

I heard some noises coming from the kitchen. I finished my make up and went to Milo.

He was packing a couple snacks and water into a backpack. He looked up at me as I walked in. He grinned at me. “Damn Babe. You look beautiful!”

“Thank you.” I said. He was wearing jeans, white t-shirt and his coat. “You look pretty handsome too”

“Good because I was trying to match with you.” He winked at me. “You ready?”

I nodded.

“Let's get going then.” He said. 

I grabbed my bag, and followed him out to the car. He placed everything in the back seats, except the snacks. 

He put the address in, but he made me close my eyes so I wouldn't see. He began driving and we jammed out for the ride.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ near pumpkin patch ~~~~~~~~~~~

I sat and admired the open country road. No big buildings or crowded streets. Just open land with houses spread apart here and there. 

“Where are we Milo?” I asked curiously.

I saw him turn into a small driveway with a ‘Welcome to Belle Farm’ sign. I saw small pumpkins surrounded along with a scarecrow.

“Pumpkin Patch?” I asked happily. 

“Of course! I couldn't help but surprise you.” He said as he parked the car in the busy parking lot. 

We got out of the car and Milo walked to me. He grabbed my hand and led me to the entrance. As we got near it, he pulled out his phone. I saw him go on his email and search for the name on the farm. Tickets. That's what they were. He showed the lady and she scanned them. Once she put our wristbands on, we walked in.

The pumpkin patch was like a little autumn wonderland. The smell of cinnamon and fresh hay lingered in the air. This place had a few carnival rides, a petting zoo, corn maze, and hayrides. I felt so happy.

“What do you want to do first? There's so much we can do.” Milo said.

“Let's go on some rides!” I said excitedly.

Milo held my hand as he navigated me around the place. We got on almost every ride and even had fun at the petting zoo. Milo took many pictures with the goats and the cows. 

Milo checked his phone. “It's 7:45. I scheduled a hayride. We should probably head over there since it's on the other side.”

I smiled and nodded at him. We walked across the field to the hayride entrance. I saw there were two entrances. One for general admissions and the other said private rides. Milo led me to the private one. 

“Milo, are we in the wrong line? We walked in the private one…” I asked nervously.

“No. I paid for a private one. I figured it would be more romantic. You know, just the two of us?”

“Aww babe. You didn't have to do that” I said blushingly and probably smiling so much. 

“I didn't have to, but I wanted to make your first pumpkin patch experience special.”

“You’re the best, babe.”

One of the drivers walked over to us. “Hey guys! What name is the reservation under?”

“Hey man! Yeah it's under mine. Milo Manheim.”

The guy scrolled through the ipad and looked for Milo's name. “Aha! Found it. Why don't you guys follow me and I'll show you your ride.”

Milo started small talk with the driver. He does this everywhere we go. I love that about it. He lights up the place. Milo helped me get on the ride first and then he stepped in. 

“Remember, keep your hands inside the vehicle and remain seated. Enjoy you two!” the driver said as he closed the door and walked towards the very front. 

Milo and I sat in the back. The wagon jerked forward and started to make its way around the huge pumpkin patch. We had a perfect view of the sun setting. The cool breeze brushed my cheeks. Milo wrapped one arm around my shoulder. I leaned into Milo's side and rested my head on his shoulder. His warmth was very comforting. Everything seemed perfect at the moment. 

Milo looked down at me with a soft smile. “So what do you think so far?”

I looked at him confused at first, but realized what he meant about the experience. I smiled. “ It's been amazing. I can't believe I never did this.”

“I'm glad I was the first one to bring you to one.” He said.

With our gazes still towards each other, he leaned in slowly. He kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back. We pulled back.

“Today has been perfect. Thank you so much for everything.”

“Anything for you love. I love you, Y/N” He said.

I grinned like a fool. “I love you too, Milo.” 

He leaned in to give me a quick kiss this time and continued looking around. We noticed the cute little pumpkin lights around the land, the flashing carnival lights, and the live music playing in the middle of the field.

Milo took out his phone and started taking pictures of me. I make silly little faces, making him laugh and giggle. Then I take selfies of him acting goofy as usual. Then we take some selfies together. My favorite picture was of us kissing on the hayride and the view behind us looked beautiful. The sunset, the lights, everything was perfect. 

I love times like these with Milo. He always does the most for me. I don't know what I would do without him. 

The ride came to a stop a few minutes later. Milo helped me down and we said our thank you and goodbyes to the driver.

Milo grinned at me, his brown eyes sparkling. "There’s still time to pick out the perfect pumpkin for carving, you know."

"Let's go find some!” I said, grabbing his hand as we walked to the pumpkin picking section of the field.

Once we got there, we began looking at the pumpkins.

“Hey babe,” I heard Milo whisper to me.

“What's up?”

“I'm you” he said as he held two pumpkins on his chest. He sent me a wink.

I playfully smacked his arm. “Milo!”

He laughed. I love the way his eyes shut and nose crunches when he laughs. He looks so adorable.

“Okay so are we going to paint these or do that cute photoshoot where people use the pumpkins as heads?” I asked to make sure I know what I am looking for.

“I think we should do a photoshoot.”

I nodded as we began to look at pumpkins. 

Milo was taking this seriously. When I glanced over at him, he was inspecting every pumpkin, his lips pursed as he was deciding. I smiled as I found it funny how he looked concentrated.

I looked at two pumpkins with twisted stems. 

“Those are perfect!” Milo said to me. 

“What? Why? the stems are twisted?”

“Exactly! They're different. Just like us. The pumpkins have to capture our personality.”

“Fine. I agree with you.” I said.

Milo smiled and grabbed both pumpkins. We walked up front to pay. Afterwards, we walked to the car.

“That was fun. I want to come back next year” I said excitedly as we got in the car.

“Well… Why don't we make it a tradition then? It could be our thing.” He said with a hopeful smile.

“I would love that. Thank you again for today babe. You're the best.”

His gaze met mine. “Anything to see that smile again. I love you, Y/N”

“I love you too, Milo,” I said.

He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back instantly. I swear each time we kiss I still feel that spark I felt the first time we kissed a couple months ago.