#Bucket List of The Dead

[ydotome]

"Song of the Dead (ソングオブザデッド)" by KANA-BOON - Zom 100: Zombie ni Naru made ni Shitai 100 no Koto - Opening Theme

[sallieraptor]

I just watched the first episode of zom 100, and I just loved it!! I loved how they play with colors according to the life and feelings of the main character

I liked that everything starts colorfully, when he is super excited about his new job, happy that he will be able to fulfill his dreams, and with several ambitions

later, when he sees that the company only cares about exploiting its workers, when he realizes that with each passing day it gets more and more tiring to live only for the work, the colors gradually fade, until everything is gray

and when the zombies start attacking, the blood is colored, as if it gives new life to things, although death is involved

and when he finally realizes that the next day he will no longer have to work and live the monotonous life he had, the colors come back!! full of life!!

I loved how they portray that it is easier for the apocalypse to happen than for capitalism to end!

and when that actually happens, the character is so happy to be rid of his miserable life that he ends up being happy to be surrounded by the bloodthirsty undead!

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Stand and Deliver (Akira Tendou)

Kinktober 2024 Day Eleven: Standing Carry

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You knew you had to try your best to stay quiet. But it was really, really, really hard. So Akira had to do his best to shut up you anyway.

“Shh, you’re gonna get us caught.” His voice comes out just by your ear in a tense murmur. You can tell he’s straining a bit himself. It’s apparent in the tightness his voice holds and the rough way he swallows every few seconds- as if holding back his own groans. But still, he’s fairing noticeably better than you at the moment. And you’re thanking your lucky stars for that. Because even though it was his idea, you were the one stupid enough to go along with it. He at least has the decency to be in control of the situation enough for the both of you. Somewhat, anyway. “We don’t want that to happen, right?”

At his last question, his voice takes on a teasing lilt while an all too easygoing smile spreads across his face for the given situation. One that you can’t help but turn your head and glare at. But all too quickly, your glare falls apart- and the two of you know exactly why too. After all, it’s not exactly easy staying mad at the very guy who’s currently lifting you in his arms and fucking into you. Even while there’s a group of zombies on the other side of the door. 

It’s one hundred percent his fault the two of you are here right now instead of at a nearby safe house. And knowing him, you figure he would take responsibility for it full-heartedly since he’s currently having such a good time. 

He told you this morning that he wanted to check out one of the stores he would often stop by after work and he wanted you to come with him as his back-up. He said it was the type of place that had absolutely everything and was often overlooked. The chance of it being raided already was a fair one, but you knew it wouldn’t hurt to look for yourself. And when the two of you got there, you both were able to find a few hidden gems that made the trip worth taking. But when a horde of zombies started to lurk near the store entrance, the two of you decided to barricade yourself in and hunker down until it was deemed safe enough to leave and deliver the supplies back to the safe house. 

That was nearly an hour ago. There wasn’t much to do to pass the time though. Not much to talk about. Not much to see either. So you both spent your time looking over every crack and crevice in the store, carefully making sure you didn’t miss anything. Well, at least that's what you were doing. Because before you knew it, you had your boyfriend standing behind you, resting his hands on your hips and grinding into your softly. Then you blinked. 

And just like that- your pants were in a pile on the floor next to his and his cock was slipping in and out of your pussy while your hands clung onto his neck for dear life.

“A…Aki-” In a struggle to keep your voice lower than a whisper, you only manage to get half of his name out before you find yourself having to squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip hard in an attempt to keep a few moans from escaping. Your boyfriend is quick to nuzzle into you, place his lips on yours, and kiss you deeply. It’s an action that you usually find cute. Although, you could instantly tell he was doing it to muffle your sounds and to keep you both from getting caught. But it was whatever- at least he’s a good kisser. And besides, it’s his fault for this too. He had a knack for making sure you always got loud with him.

Just like everything today, it was his idea to fuck you like this. It was his idea to take you in his arms, hold you above the ground, and bounce you on his dick as if you weighed absolutely nothing. He said he felt bad when he thought about making you ride him on the dirty, dirty ground. He couldn’t do that to you. He couldn’t do that you were you were already being kind enough to let him rut into you so he could release the dull ache that was starting to build up in his boner.

But you know him too well- you know this is one of his favorite positions because it makes you as desperate as him. You know this is one of his favorite positions because it always has you moaning right into his ear as his thick cock aims for all the right spots inside of your pussy in ways that have you wanting to sob out loud and call out his name. You know this is one of his favorite positions because it leaves you helpless and him with all the control. Your feet are off the ground and there’s nowhere for you to run or to ease the feeling you get whenever his tip presses against your g-spot. Meanwhile, he gets to spend every single moment in this position with his hands on your ass as he lifts you up and down and up and down on his cock. It allows him to feel you up and grope at the curve of your backside while your chest presses against his. It allows him to feel powerful and forget about how the two of you were stuck in the store, to begin with.

It allows him to fuck you the way that he wants to. And while you just sit back and enjoy the ride.

‘Shh. I know, I know.” He murmurs to you the second he breaks the kiss. His eyes are half-lidded and his stare is heavy as his eyes flicker towards the trail of the saliva that’s connecting you both- evidence of a more than sloppy kiss. He still looks hungry for it. He still looks hungry for you. But you both need to start being more careful. And that’s gonna have to start with him finding a way to keep you quiet for once. Though luckily, an idea must have sprung to him rather quickly. Because all of a sudden, he’s slowing his pace just a bit and cranes his next in a way that exposes more of it than usual to you. “Here, bite my shoulder.”

You hesitate when he offers it to you. It’s just a spot of his neck that is a little more exposed than usual due to the way his shirt hangs off of his body. Even so, you hesitate. Usually, it’s Akira who is the one being a little rough with you. Not the other way around. But you know he could take it. In fact, you think he deserves a rather hard bite from you right about now considering all that he’s put you through. And you know it would it make it easier for you to stay quiet. And easier for him to fuck you without worry. 

And easier for both of you to cum…

“Fuck…that’s it.” Your boyfriend groans lowly as you sink your teeth into his flesh. It’s awkward and you realize you’re not the biggest fan of biting him. But it makes it almost infinitely easier for you to muffle your moans now that your mouth is preoccupied with something. So that makes it infinitely easier for him to bounce you on his cock. “Good girl…take it just like that…”

So that is exactly what he does. That’s exactly what you do too.

You let him spend the next couple of minutes grunting quietly while he ruts into your warm, wet pussy desperately. You let him- because you're far too busy going cross-eyed and drooling at the near-constant feeling of something pressing up against your g-spot and causing you to clench up and dig your nails into just apart any part of him that you can. You let him because the two of you needed something to do while passing the time. You let him because the two of you needed something to do to let off steam. You let him because it- because you- feel too good to listen or use reason anymore. So you just won’t. And besides, right about now? 

You’d rather be eaten by zombies than not cum on Akira’s cock after all this.

[microbihon]

I wanna: - DANCING DANCING - ROLLING ROLLING ~ only one my life ~ やがて人生だって終わってしまうぜ 虚しさだけじゃ足りないだろう？

[dailyfigures]

Mikazuki Shizuka ; Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead ☆ Design Coco

[luffysfakebeard]

everyone else is living in a horror movie and Tendou’s in a delightful slice of life comedy

[gabbyp09]

[thefigureresource]

Shizuka Mikazuki [Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead] 1/7 scale from Design Coco coming September 2024.

[inbestigator]

zom 100

[wafflestheasianyenbear]

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead Episode 1: アキラ オブ ザ デッド

[mymindimpaired]

Zom100 zombies aping human activities

[ydotome]

"Happiness of the Dead (ハピネス オブ ザ デッド)" by Shiyui (シユイ) - Zom 100: Zombie ni Naru made ni Shitai 100 no Koto - Ending Theme 

[italeteller]

The zombie gang enjoying themselves on the ending

[manias-wordcount]

Good Show (Kenichirou Ryuuzaki)

Kinktober 2024 Day Twenty-Six: Balcony

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

A few days ago, you knew you would be more ashamed. A few days ago, you know you would have been pulling away. A couple days ago, marching back inside and yelling at the very man who tried to talk you into doing this. 

But that’s what you would have done a couple days ago. Now…

It’s broad daylight at the moment. The sun is high and there’s not a single cloud in the sky as far as you can see. And you were somewhere where you knew you weren’t supposed to be. To put it simply, you were outside on some apartment balcony that wasn’t yours, in some building that wasn’t yours, in some district that you didn’t belong to, and in some part of the city that you barely knew. Only four floors up. Perfect view of the city. Perfect view of whoever decided to sit out on the balcony on any given day too. And to top it all off, there were people around. Strolling down the streets. Existing out in the open. Looking for the next thing to capture their attention.

Only, it’s a bit of a stretch to call those things down there on the street, people. Because while they might have been a person at one point in time, you’ve seen enough in these past couple of days to know that what’s down there is no longer human. Which means in any given normal moment of your life, you would have looked on at them somberly, mourning the deaths of strangers who still try to walk among you. But right now?

You were just relieved all those zombies down there didn’t have the brains to care about how loudly Kencho could make you moan. 

“Fuck- Kencho!” You’re shameless as you gasp out his name in response to a particularly skillful roll of his hips. It allows his thick, girth cock to settle a little deeper inside of you- stretching you out and making your eyes squeeze shut momentarily as his length kisses a spot deep inside of you that has you really wanting to let loose. “Just like that…just like that!”’

It was Kencho would started rubbing up on you when the two of you stopped for a moment to admire the view. Naturally, it was you who let him come in close. And it was you who tilted your head away so you could feel his lips on your neck and jaw, kissing all up and down across your skin as he whispered about how the two of you had a little time to kill before needing to head back. But he didn’t budge when you tried to take his hand and pull him back inside. Instead, he just told you to get on your hands and knees for him while he reminded you of just how carefully the two of you constructed the barricade to block anything from getting inside of this building. So carefully, that even if the zombies down there have the eyes and ears of something that once was a person, they couldn’t get to you. Not while he’s around, at least.

It didn’t take long for you to realize what he trying to say to you. Just like it didn’t take you for you to be pulling off your pants and pulling your panties to the side while you get into what you know his favorite position is: doggy. Back perfectly arched. Legs spread wide. Pussy nice and wet. All while Kencho lines himself up with you, pushing in and groaning deep as one hand grips at your waist and the other grabes at the balcony’s railing for leverage. Just pull back out. And slip inside you once more. 

And just like that- all those zombies down there momentarily become someone else. They shift away from being unknown faces and lives that you’ll mourn as you remember passing them by. And they become something else- something more akin to spectators to a show. Your show.

Your show as Kencho speeds up from a lazy, controlled pace to one more akin to the desperate, womanizer you know him to be. Your show as Kencho’s groans mix perfectly with your pleasured-filled whines and cries and curses. Your show as Kencho fucks you hard and deep and exactly how you need him to again and again and again while you try your hardest to stay present in the moment. But when you’re with a guy who knows exactly what he’s doing, things like are much easier said than done. 

“Squeezing me too tight babygirl,” You heard him murmur from behind you. He liked to talk when he fucked you. He liked to keep you entertained in more ways than one when he fucked you. But the way he rasped his words and struggled to maintain his composure was telling you that he wasn’t in a much better position than you were. It was telling you that with every drag of his cock against your warm, wet walls and with every messy, creamy ring he would see the second he pulled his dick free from inside of you, he was starting to lose it himself. “Won’t be able to go for very long if you keep acting like this.”

But that’s the whole point of doing this here and now, wasn’t it? That’s the whole point of throwing caution to the wind, stripping down, and presenting yourself like a pretty little post-apocalyptic prize in the first place. 

Because at this point, you’ve completely forgotten that this was supposed to be a supply run by a tip Akira had given you. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten that you were supposed to try to be back before the hour was over with a whole list of items that this guy supposedly should have had in his apartment. At this point, you’ve completely forgotten nearly everything but how to tell Kencho how exactly you want him. But that’s a problem for later. Just like the steadily growing crowd of zombies beating at your and Kencho’s barricade, trying to break through is a problem for later. Just like making a plan of escape is a problem for later. It has to be. It will be.

Because a couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be shame. A couple days ago, the only thing on your mind would be keeping up appearances and not making a fuss or a ruckus or giving the world a reason or a sight to stare at. But nowadays, you’re realizing that life is too short and precious to live that way all your life. Nowadays you’re realizing that there are some situations and chances that you have to take advantage of while you still can. And honestly? 

You’d rather be eaten by zombies than pass up on sex as good as this ever again.

[christophertheimaginative]

BEATRIX IS GONNA BE IN THE ANIME!

[microbihon]

TIMELAPSE OF ZA DEADO!