Ronance Smut Oneshots!

~Oneshot Seven: Tryna do something animal to you~

Title also a line from the song 'Girls Like Sex' by L Devine!

Technically a sequel to the previous oneshot.
In which Robin and Nancy arrive at Robin's survivors group and, after minimal plot, they fuck (kinda- more just sub/dom dynamics and edgeplay with a tiny bit of actual sex. Please be okay with that kind of stuff if you read this!)
Word Count: 9,832 (long, I know haha)
Tags/Notes: Still Zombie Apocalypse AU, Edgeplay, BDSM, Sadomasochism, Dom/sub dynamics, Robin and Nancy are both switches but the BDSM scene in this oneshot is mostly Dom Nancy and sub Robin, gunplay (breifly), gun kink, knifeplay, blood play, blood kink, please take note of that in case you'd be uncomfy!, praise kink, light humiliation, crying, enthusiastic consent and edgeplay taken seriously (as in, it's all pretty safe cause Nancy is smart like that), subspace, pyschological bondage (bondage through giving orders not actual bondage), blindfolding, and I think that's it mostly!

Especially because of the bloodplay, this is a bit more intense than my other smut! So please stop reading if you get uncomfy at all! There's actually very little sex with only a bit towards the end, so I can say there's no rough sex at all, mostly just all the more bdsm stuff before it. 

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Nancy's POV
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Nancy keeps her head tilted up — a show of confidence despite her minor nervousness — as Robin leads her down the old dirt road.

Only a few walkers were encountered on their journey to Robin's group. They haven't even seen any in a while. Apparently the group settled down on an abandoned farm that already had some sort of fortified fence around the perimeter. The assumption her group had made was that the old owner offed himself not long before they arrived. Only a few walkers had even made it onto the perimeter but none were inside. Just a dead body with a bullet wound in the head.

As they make their way further, the scenery around them changes. The trees end up sparse and then nonexistent, being replaced by empty fields further from the main road. In the distance, Nancy can clearly see a few buildings — what looks like a house and maybe a barn and a few sheds — surrounded by a tall fence. Not only that, but only a few feet in front of her and Robin, is the large metal gate of a classic barbed wire farm fence, circling around multiple paddocks and supposedly enclosing the entire taller fence too. This fence is also fortified with more wood to make it stronger and somewhat taller, but Nancy assumes the main defense is the taller fence around the buildings.

   "That fence over there," Robin points through the gate, "was already here when we arrived. The farmer must have built it the past few years. All we've done is added to it and this larger fence. Gives us extra protection, you know?" She stops walking when they're directly in front of the gate. "See, we probably could add to it more, but we've cleared most of the walkers from around these parts that have wandered closer. The farmer must have done a good job too. Back in the forest somewhere is a fucking large pile of them that we've just started using too. Besides, we patrol in pairs around this larger perimeter every few hours or so to get any outside that small fence, and it's never more than a few a week. We're pretty safe here."

   "What about other people? Wait— what are you doing?" Nancy asks, quickly changing the topic as Robin pauses, hands on the metal of the gate and foot propped up on one of the metal bars making up the fence.

Robin just grins, turning away from her and starting to climb the gate. "Climbing it. This gate rarely opens. I mean, when we need to bring horses through or if we ever eventually find a vehicle, maybe. But hey, climbing it works."

By the time she gets to the top, Nancy still hasn't moved. It isn't that tall; Robin's only made two steps upwards, and she flawlessly lifts her legs over and lands down on the ground facing Nancy. She hesitantly eyes the sides, wary about it collapsing but realizing where the gate connects to the fence has specifically been reinforced with wood and more metal, even spanning a few feet down the line of the fence on both sides as well. When she looks through the gate, she can see what looks like planks of wood jammed into the ground at an angle and leaning against the fence. They must have been specifically added to it to both make it safer to climb, and safer if any walkers try pushing against the gate.