#go zombie huskies!

[seattlefactsijustmadeup]

UW's necromancy department would like to remind students that theirs is just as valid a field of medical study as learning healthcare for the living. Skeletons have needs too.

Blood magic is still pseudoscience though. Keep that shit in WSU.

[sugurusombereyes]

sleepy mornings with suguru

“c’mon we have to get up.”

sunlight peeked through your half closed curtains, the liquid gold painting your exposed skin in the warmth geto gave you whenever you were in his presence. you attempted to cover your eyes from it since you already were going blind from your horrible eyesight that suguru would always tease you about.

(he would then later tell you in bed how it was a joke and he wasn’t making fun of you. you would then smile and tell him that you knew, his small doubts sending a flutter to your heart that was practically beating outside your chest)

shoko and gojo would constantly talk about how you and geto were complete opposites all the time. how he was the sunlight that everyone would be trying to get in pictures and how you were the night sky that he would disappear into.

(it was supposed to be somewhat of an insult to geto as he would always be teased about how he was so much softer around you. but he took it as a compliment as he truly felt like he could be himself around you)

“wake up.”

you groan for the fifth time in the past minute, you both had slept in for the past three days as you the two of you didn’t have work. but it got to a point where you most literally wouldn’t leave the bed, as much as you weren’t a morning person you had to take some control over your zombie body.

and zombie boyfriend.

“m’tired angel go back to sleep.” he groaned, turning over to your side and attempting to rest his head on your chest as you pushed him off. you rolled your eyes and tried to rub the tiredness out of them, “we all sing.” you referenced to that one video of victoria justice that would make geto cringe as you would cry out laughter which would make tears fall out of his eyes at your reaction to his facial expression. “close your eyes.” geto slapped his hands over your eyelids and attempted to close them as you giggled.

“i’m not sleepy sugu, we need to-.”

his big arms immediately wrapped you up in a giant bear hug, trapping you towards his body while your face met his chest and his chin meeting the top of your head. “getooo.” you groaned as he let out a laugh, his husky voice dripping like honey into your veins and slowing down your blood rushing as well as the moment. “i rarely get these with you so let’s just relax a bit, yeah?” he murmured into your hair, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

(the same feeling heat that would make him blush rising up to your cheeks)

“you always have me.” you say quietly, relaxing your body into his. intertwining your legs and practically sewing together your hearts even though they were at very different placements geto still felt like his heart was stitched with the colour of your eyes.

“mm i know baby, just wanna love on you right now.” suguru rubs your back soothingly, slowly and gently as you sigh in content; your eyes drooping down as he snaked a hand underneath your t shirt and drew shapes that you were too tired to guess on the curves of your hips. “love you.” you sleepily mutter, your breathing slowing down as you couldn’t fight off the drowsiness. “don’t say you love me more or i’ll haunt you in your dreams.” suguru nods while fighting off a laugh. you yawn as his heartbeat fades out as you fall into a deep slumber.

“i love you most angel.”

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

part two to this little thing 'cause i saw these tags on the last part from @stevesjester and actually kicked my feet and giggled about it

After Pretty Boy kissed him, Eddie walked back to the staff break room in a daze.

His slow lumbering gait still managed to scare some folks, though, so that’s a plus.

He opens the door, slowly turns to close it softly, and leans back against it once it is.

“Eddie? You okay?” Comes a voice he’d know anywhere. “Wait, that is you, right? You’re supposed to be Piggy Man tonight?”

Eddie pulls the rubber mask off, making his stomach flip thinking about the last time it was pulled up. You know, ‘cause he’s a sap.

Chrissy takes in his shocked, sweaty face, “Oh my god, you okay? What happened?”

He looks up at his roommate (best friend, sister) in her bloody cheerleader costume, an ironic holdout from their time in high school, and breathes a laugh, “I fell in love.”

“OMG OMG tell me everything right now!!” Chrissy bounces over to him excitedly and pulls him down to the bench of their one (1) break table, a sagging plastic picnic table.

He looks up at her bright happy face and barks out a half hysterical laugh, “I can’t believe you’re this excited about me potentially falling in love with someone I’m literally being paid to scare.”

“Oooh, so they were a runner??”

“Yeah, literally in this case.”

“Start talking, Munson, or I’m going to throw all your guitar picks down the garbage disposal.”

“Okay, okay, Jesus Christ.. Okay, so I did my usual creepy husky voice at him, called him all the usual things,”

“Let me guess, you started with ‘pretty boy’?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause he’s pretty. Duh. Damn was he pretty…”

“Uh huh. And you fell in love with him ‘cause he was pretty?”

“No, no of course not, listen to this:” Eddie sits up straighter in preparation for the story. “I had him backed into a corner, right? The fake gate over in section 2B,”

“Ah yes, of course.”

“Yeah! And when I lunged at him, he caught my arm, and spun me around.”

“Shut. Up.”

“No, never. SO he’s got me backed against the fence, and he–I swear to fucking Jesus H. Christ–lifts my mask up and kisses me.”

Chrissy starts to squeal incoherently. “Eeeeee!!! Shutupshutupshutup!! Holy shit there’s no way this happened!!”

“Look, 100% serious right now; he kissed me stupid, and spun around and booked it again.”

“Pretty Boy distracted you with a kiss to escape!?! I cannot believe this, c’mon..” Crissy grabs ahold of his arm again and pulls him out of the breakroom with her insane unchecked leftover cheer squad strength.

“Whoa, what? Where’re we going?? He’s probably gone by now! I was standing over in 2B like an idiot for a while after he left!!”

“Not that, we gotta go see Argyle.”

“Argyle why—ohhh shit. Oh my god, you think they caught it on camera?” Eddie’s actively following her now.

The two burst into the warehouses’ security office, where they’re met with the backs of two ‘zombie’ guards (and the leftover smell of weed).

“Argyle, Jonathan, you need to look at something for us,”

“Is it the footage of Eddie’s makeout sesh in 2B? ‘Cause we’re waaayy ahead of you pompom.”

“Ah!! Holy shit he was telling the truth?!” Chrissy bodies between the two, sending Argyle rolling away on his chair, and Jonathan staggering back a step.

“Dude, that’s so cool of your boyfriend to come to the haunt, keepin’ us in business.” Argyle directs at Eddie, though still spinning slowly in his chair.

“He’s not my–you thought he was my boyfriend?”

“Yeah man, why else would you look at him like that.” Jonathan points down at the screen. 

Chrissy re-winds it again and Eddie watches himself charge forward at Pretty Boy (damn, he’s still pretty though this grainy footage too, how the fuck is that possible??), get spun and–oh shit, they’re right.

“Oh Jesus Christ.” he hangs his head into his hands, falling down into Jonathan’s previously abandoned chair.

“Sooo…he’s not your boyfriend..?”

Chrissy re-winds the footage again. Squeals happily.

“Nope. Just met him tonight.”

“Wow dude, that’s like, love at first sight if I ever saw it.”

She re-winds it again, squeals.

“Yeah I know, it’s embarrassing as shit, alright?” Eddie’s still talking into his palms.

Chrissy snorts at that, “Not for you! Well..kinda..but him too, did you not see that pause?”

“...What pause?”

His question goes unanswered as Jon and Argyle move back in over Chrissy’s shoulders and after a few seconds both “Ohh…” in sync.

“The fuck’re you talking about?”

“Look,” She re-winds the tape once again and points, “Watch after he lifts your mask.”

So he does, and..okay, there was a pause.

“...So?”

“He totally fell in love with you at the same time you did him. Fell with him. With each other?”

“You both fell in love at the same time.” Chrissy says what Jonathan was trying to. “We have GOT to find this guy somehow.”

Chrissy records the footage on the screen with her phone, intending to post it online to find the guy, but Argyle’s positive he’s gonna show back up tonight.

“Give him a chance, pompom, he’s totally in love too, remember?”

“Fine, but if he doesn’t come back today, I’m posting this. Maybe it’ll get us some more business too.”

“Do I get a say in this?” Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

“No.” Yep, there it is.

So, he rolls his eyes, puts his mask back on, and finishes out the night like everything is normal and he didn’t just fall head over fuckin’ heels for a random (hot) stranger earlier.

He’s done for the night before Chrissy since she’s got a lot of that fake blood to try and wash off, so he grabs up his stuff and heads out the front, intending to wave bye to Gareth at the front counter before braving the frigid late fall wind to warm up his car (and move it closer to the entrance so Chrissy doesn't have to walk in the cold). 

“See ya Ed,” Gareth calls, and he waves over his shoulder at him as he passes, his attention pulled to a blonde with a choppy bob looking in through the glass of the door, partially silhouetted by the bright ass headlights of a shiny Tesla parked behind her.

He can see the shadow of someone in the driver seat too, as he gets closer and opens the door for her, their face only partially lit up through the tinted glass by the glow of a phone screen.

She starts rambling off immediately after the door is open. “Oh my god, I thought we were too late and you were closed and I completely didn’t even realize I’d left something here when we were here earlier an–”

“Nope, no worries, ma’am, just go talk to Gareth at the front counter and he can tell you if someone turned in…whatever it is you left here.”

She says her thanks and scoots past him, and he spins quickly towards the side lot where his old Neon is parked.

He glances back when he hears the bell chime over the door, a bit delayed (probably the wind holding it open), and sees that the Tesla’s stopped beaming their headlights into the front door, that’s nice of them.

He unlocks his car and gets in, turning the engine over and cranking the heat as high as it’ll go. Once the engine stops it’s signature ‘I’m cold as fuck rn, don’t even try to move me’ rattle, he drives to the front door to wait for Chrissy, pulling in next to the burgundy Tesla.

He scrolls down TikTok for a couple minutes before a banner pops up on his screen

Chris C.: oh my holy fucking shit eddie, get your ass back inside!

Panicking, he races back in through the door, not even bothering to shut off his engine (or close his car door for that matter), thinking shiny Telsa duo is like, robbing the place or something, but as soon as he gets back in, he’s stopped dead in his tracks.

His heart’s still beating a mile a minute, but now with nerves.

Because standing infront of the counter are Chrissy (who’s actually vibrating with excitement), choppy blonde, and…

Oh fuck.

No way.

“H–hi, hi. I’m Steve, you’re Eddie right?”

He can’t help the grin that splits across his face. “Hey, pretty boy.”

thanks to @henderdads for rightfully pointing out that modern day rich boy steve would probably have a tesla <3

tagging everyone i saw in the tags of the last post that seemed interested in more/wanted to see the aftermath lmao: @bangarangdarling, @tartarusknight, @kas-eddie-munson, @wormdebut (AMAZING url btw), @vecnuthy, @perseus-notjackson, @homosexual-having-tea, @matchingbatbites, @scarcrossdlvrs, @anzelsilver, @auroraplume, @kkpwnall, @wildwildsoul, @bennys-burgers, @steveharringtonssluttywaist

[emmyrosee]

He knows you’re tired. Exhausted even.

Standing in line at the grocery store, you’d been closer and cuddlier to Koutarou than usual, burrowing your head in the nape of his neck and swaying slightly to stand. On the car ride home, you can barely keep your eyes open, leaning over the center console and trying to burrow into him.

He loves it an unhealthy amount.

But he doesn’t know, really, why you’re so out of it today- you say you don’t know either, but he thinks youre full of it, and he can tell by the cheeky look you give him every time he asks.

It’s not your fault Kodzuken’s been streaming at ungodly hours lately.

It does seem to reach a point today where you’re a zombie, barely able to function or move without a massive delay. It took you and Koutarou fifteen minutes to unload the car’s groceries; by the sixteenth, he scoops you in his bulky arms and carries you in.

“Taro, no,” you grumble, not really putting up a fight. “Gotta help you.” Still ignoring you, he settles you on the couch with a blanket and a kiss loving nuzzle to your nose, and tutting softly when you mumble a barely coherent ‘m fine.’

“No, you’re not,” he chuckles, guiding you back down. “I got the groceries. Then we can cuddle and nap and be as close as you want.”

And while your eyes look as if there’s a fight in you, your smile of mercy says otherwise, and you lay your head back down onto the arm of the couch and pull the blanket higher, allowing yourself to drift.

And Bokuto has full intentions of letting you sleep. Honestly! The groceries are being stocked, frozen’s tucked away until there’s an incessant buzzing on his phone.

A flurry of text updates from Atsumu; EJP’s game finally started, and he’d be a liar if he said he wanted to miss it.

“Ah, no way! I thought their game was earlier!” He says aloud, bounding into the living room and plopping down onto the couch, startling you from your sleep. You whine angrily, but he’s already zoned in to the action. He feels your eyes boring into him, and the couch dips under your moving weight as you crawl towards him.

“Who’s game?”

He forgets to answer as his eyes are now focused on the screen, a smile of excitement curling on his face as he lets his eyes dance over the action of the game in the middle of its first set.

“EJP? I thought we missed it.”

“Yeah!” He says excitedly. “It’s Washio’s team- game must’ve gotten bumped, thought it was earlier too.”

“Did it just start?”

“Seems like it,” he says, tossing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in for a hug. You nuzzle and curl against him, but his excitement never lets you get too comfortable in his husky frame.

This, has you silent for a second. Then, you hum next to him and get up, breaking his focus from the television, “where are you going?” He asks softly, but turns back towards the tv when a whistle blows.

“Just have to use the bathroom,” you say, planting a kiss to his temple. “I’ll be back, just keep track of the plays for me.”

“You got it!” He says happily, leaning forward on his knees to watch the match.

Time truly does fly, as within seemingly minutes after turning on the tv, EJP finally seems to sweep the match completely, the post game interviews starting up right after. He pouts, but when he looks at his phone, his brows shoot up as nearly an hour has passed from when he turned on the tv.

He turns his head to ask you what you thought, but when he does, you’re not there. The spot next to him is cold, and he checks his phone again to see if you maybe left without telling him?

No dice.

He has no clue where you went.

“Baby?” He calls, rising from the couch and clicking off the tv to look for you. The house is silent, you’ve seemingly vanished from the vicinity, but you usually are pretty good at telling him when you leave.

He calls your name once again before finally crawling up the stairs to search, but it doesn’t take long for him to peek through the ajar door and smile at your napping form.

You’re curled up on his side of the bed, cuddled into his pillow and resting soundly under the blanket. Your eyes twitch as you dream your extravagant dreams, one he’s sure you’ll tell him about later. Koutarou sighs softly in relief before coming in and closing the door behind him.

“Hey,” he mumbles lowly, as if to not scare you. “Whatcha doin?” When you mewl a quiet ‘taro?’, he crawls next to you in bed, spooning you into his warm arms and gently taking selfish inhales of your scent. You flip into his embrace and burrow into the dip of his neck as you’ve done countless of times in your relationship.

“Game over?” You murmur, and he shushes you softly.

“Yeah- we won. I would’ve let you nap; you didn’t have to abandon me,” he snickers.

There’s a cheeky smirk that spreads on your slumbered features. It’s obvious to him now that you wanted to be alone to sleep, and while he’s not thrilled you were in here by yourself, or that you tricked him to be alone, he’s gotta admit that you played the game well. “You were busy,” you murmur. “Nice to nap without your snores.”

“Excuse you.” He kisses your forehead and uses one of his massive hands to cup the back of your head. “Go back to bed. I’ll deal with you later.”

“Mkay,” you yawn. The room is silent again, and just before your breathing can even out once again, you giggle from his neck. “Can’t believe you bought it.”

“I can’t believe you tricked me!”

You let out another little snicker before tuck closer to him, letting sleep take over while Bokuto lets his fingers gently massaging the back of your head with soft hands.

He’ll just have to scold you for it later.

[pupwashing]

The Cuck Curse

leon kennedy x fem!reader x zombie!carlos oliveira

tags: dubcon, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, cucking

wc: 1.7k

a/n: part one of my planned October mini series.. whats scarier than getting cucked by various creatures? comments, rbs, and general feedback is appreciated!

Leon’s not one to believe in superstitions, but he is one to whine when things don’t go his way.

Throwing around the word ‘curse’ makes him seem like a baby, and Leon Kennedy is no baby.

Leon Kennedy is a stud, and that fact makes him feel entitled to things he has no business being entitled to, like women.

Leon and women don’t mix well, despite the fact that he’s cute enough to eat. He’s heard those words since birth, from his peers at the playground and the grandmothers at grocery stores.

So naturally, he’s got an ego around his appearance. That same ego makes him unappealing to the vast dating pool.

Leon swore he wouldn’t die a virgin, and he meant every word of that swear, so when Raccoon City descended into zombie-fueled chaos, his only thought was surviving long enough so he’d get to have sex with somebody, anybody.

That’s where you come in.

You’re a rookie police officer, just like Leon. You’re also having a shitty first day. You two have enough in common that you’re traveling together, and he’s convinced that once you find a safe enough spot, you’ll let him hit.

He’s seen the way you look at him. You think he’s attractive, and he’s a stranger to you, so you don’t know about his arrogance or his general asshole-ery. It’s like he’s finally found favor from God.

But to fuck, you two have to find somewhere safe to camp out, and this police station has fallen into complete and utter ruin.

Many of the rooms were either filled with corpses of the dead or just too torn up to safety stay in, and Leon was starting to get irritated. There’s always something getting in the way of him getting laid, and it’s currently the zombie apocalypse.

Exploring the station, you two finally come upon the S.T.A.R.S. office. It isn’t filled with the undead, thankfully, so it’s suitable to serve as a place of rest. You both have been running around the station all night, and it’s surprisingly hard to outrun a hoard of hungry zombies.

As you focus on boarding up the office, Leon is shamelessly checking you out.

Women in uniform are one of Leon’s many weaknesses, and he’s already pent up because he skipped out on jacking off last night. He’s coming to regret that decision now.

“You’re pretty strong.” Leon comments, pressing his front to your back as you finish boarding up the door.

He was going to add ‘for a girl’ to the comment, but he decided to hold his tongue. He figured giving you a backhand compliment wouldn’t make you want to have sex with him.

“Thank you, you’re uh, you’re pretty strong too.” You replied, shivering from his close proximity.

Leon wasn’t exactly doing much of the heavy lifting at all.

In fact, he was barely doing any lifting. Too distracted by his own goal of having sex, he’s been leaving you to fend for your own against the zombies. He hasn’t fired a single bullet all night, and it’s making you wonder why he even has a gun in the first place.

“You know,” He began, his plushy pink lips brushing against your ear.

“I think we deserve to unwind a little. We’ve been running for our lives all night, and we seem to be holed up in here pretty safely. What do you say?”

His voice was husky with a hint of a whine to it, as if he’d cry if you denied him what he so desperately wanted.

Leon is cute, and you haven’t gotten laid in a couple days. You’re pretty sure that your ex-fuck buddy became part of the undead, so you don’t have anyone waiting up for you either.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” You murmured as you turned to face him. His eyes darkened, a smirk on his lips. Finally, Leon Kennedy would get to fuck as he so rightfully deserved.

Leon gripped your hips tightly as he leaned in, letting his lips connect with yours. He knew you guys weren’t exactly in the safest place to try and take it slow, but sucking face with a girl that wants to fuck him is important in his eyes.

You could tell he seldomly kissed anyone, because it was incredibly sloppy. He didn’t know what to do with his tongue, his teeth clashed against yours, and he was drooling in your mouth.

You pushed his chest with a polite smile. “Maybe we should skip the kissing, yeah? Don’t want to run out of time.” You suggested, and Leon nodded along.

He lowered his head to your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. At least he knows how to do hickeys correctly.

You tilted your head back to give him more access, moaning softly at the feeling. His lips sucked greedy marks onto the sensitive flesh of your neck, and it seemed like he wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon.

The two of you were so into the steamy scene that you didn’t realize the heavy footsteps of something approaching the office. The creature’s heavy breaths could be heard outside the door, but neither of you realized until it was too late.

The door to the S.T.A.R.S. office was ripped open, those boards you took time to place doing nothing to stop the raw strength of a rogue zombie.

Leon pulls away from you, shock etched on his features. This zombie isn’t like the others. It’s someone who’s been freshly turned, and whoever was turned must’ve been huge.

The zombie stared at you and Leon, but did it did not charge, instead, it approached slowly.

You were shocked, frozen with fear. It was obvious regular bullets wouldn’t take this thing down, but you were wondering if you would even need them. It wasn’t hostile, but that raised more questions than answers. If it didn’t want brains, what was it after?

The zombie stopped in front of you, looking down at your form as if it were sizing you up.

You stared back at it, noticing a patch on the tactical vest it wore. It has writing on it, so you tried reading it.

“C. Oliveira?” You mused aloud, which got the attention of the zombie. It groaned, reaching to grab you. It’s hands were clammy and cold, and it made you yelp.

“Let go of me!” You demanded, and Leon stepped into action. He tried to rush the zombie, but it flung him into the wall, which knocked the wind out of him. He could only watch what the zombie planned on doing to you.

You were frightened by its immense strength. If it could knock Leon into a wall, what else could it do? Your mind raced with frantic questions of the capability of the monster, as well as it planned on doing.

The question of its intentions was swiftly answered when it ripped your uniform to shreds, exposing your underwear.

“Hey! What was that for?” You exclaimed, but the zombie didn’t answer. It pinned you to the wall, keeping you firmly in place as its hand when down its pants.

Suddenly, everything was crystal clear. This zombie was horny and had found its target to relieve itself with. You.

You weren’t a fan of being a fuckdoll for an undead hunk, but you also weren’t a fan of having broken bones, so you didn’t move.

You gulped when you saw the zombie take out its dick. Its somehow all in tact, and it’s grossly huge.

Before you could even blink, the zombie pulled your panties to the side, slamming into you seconds after. Your eyes rolled to the back of their sockets when it did so.

You had no time to adjust before the zombie began to thrust, its hips snapping like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help but moan. As ruthless as it was, it felt good.

Leon was watching all of this, and he was pissed. He was about to get laid, just for this zombie to barge in and take his fuck?

Leon knew about cucking, and cucking is for losers who are unattractive and can’t fuck, so they watch other people do it for them. That’s not who Leon is.

Leon Kennedy is not a cuck.

It’s painful to listen to you moan as the zombie fucks into you, its dick stretching your gummy walls and bullying your cervix. He’s surprised that you can take dick so well, and it fills him with a terrible jealousy.

It pisses him off, how he has to listen to the squelch of your pussy, or the deep grunts from the zombie as it brutally splits you open.

You thought it would hurt, having some brute of a zombie ram its way deep into your guts, but the feeling of pleasure trumps the feeling of any type of pain.

The zombie’s grunts and huffs quicken as its thrusts do the same. It’s heavy balls slap against your clit, making your knees even weaker. You’re closing in on an orgasm, and so is the zombie.

More hard thrusts make you cum with a cry, causing you to cream around the zombie’s cock and slick to drip down your thighs.

The zombie groans lowly as it cums deep inside of you, pumping its thick and sticky seed into you. Once its dick is flaccid again, the zombie pulls out, letting you collapse onto the floor as it exits the office.

Leon can’t believe his eyes, seeing you sweaty and naked on the ground, a pool of cum dripping out of you that isn’t his own. It makes his blood boil.

Seeing the zombie leave, Leon steps up, finding some paper towels to clean you up with. You looked a mess, and the only reason he cared was because it wasn’t of his doing. If you looked like this after he fucked you, he would’ve been proud.

After you were clean and calm, Leon decided it would be best if the two of you tried to escape the station instead of camping out.

It was obvious seeing you get fucked in front of him by a damned zombie was pissing him off.

You both decided to never talk about that incident ever, to anyone. It was embarrassing for the two of you, and it would be awkward to explain that you got fucked by a zombie so hard you came.

At least something like this would never happen again, right?

[ghostofthemost141]

Pretty

Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,488

Themes: Angst, Self Loathing

About: After the end of the zombie apocalypse, the world may be back to normal, but your life is at a standstill as Task Force 141 works to try and find a reverse cure for your boyfriend Ghost.

Notes: This was inspired by a little drabble someone wrote here on Tumblr and when I went to try and find it, I couldn't find it so if someone finds it please let me know so I can give credit to them since this short is based off of that post. I also decided not to use (Y/N) for this one and instead everyone calls you Dolly, which means a gift of God that Simon gave you. Hope you enjoy!

How long does this have to go on for? I feel as if this is torture to keep him in here. I just want to reach in there and hold his hand, but it wouldn’t do me any good. It would hurt more, much, more. 

“‘Ou in here, Dolly?” A thick, accented voice came through, calling me by my nickname. 

“Hm.” I respond back, not taking my eyes off of him. 

It was Johnny, coming to check on me for the millionth time. It’s going to be the same old, same old so I don’t know why he even bothers at this point. Johnny stopped next to me, him standing and me sitting on the ground, as he stared into the incubator containment thing that was across the room. Every once in a while, he will make a groaning or growling noise at me, but that was it. 

“Dinner is ready. Price sent me to fetch ya.” Johnny told me. 

“Just do it without me.” I mumbled, not moving my eye contact. 

Johnny sighed in slight annoyance, but I ignored it. 

“You gotta come eat with us, Dolly. He wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.” 

I tightly shut my eyes together, hearing what he used to sound like in my head, as if he was scolding me. But that voice would never come, for his husky, deep voice was replaced by deep gutter growls that don’t mean nothing but the fact that I am his next meal. 

You need to eat, love. S’not good for you to not eat.

I could almost hear him saying it, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me. 

“I just want to be alone, McTavish.” I strongly said. 

Johnny sighed, but remained where he was at. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t have the strength nor energy to do it. 

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?” 

I nodded in response, knowing what he was going to say. He says it every time he catches me in here. 

“I’ll save ya a plate.” 

Johnny finally turned and exited the room. It’s not that I didn’t mind the company, it’s just that I am tired of hearing the same old shit. 

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?” 

“It’s hard to find a cure, kid.” 

“We are doing our best.” 

“He will be cured soon.” 

Soon. Soon. I feel like they are just lying to me at this point. I know they are just trying to keep my spirits afloat, but how can you when the person you love the most is kept in solitude in order to prevent him from turning you? His eyes were a cloudy white instead of his normal bright, blue azure eyes. They’ve managed to keep his organs and body alive so when we do, or if we find a cure his body will be normal, as if he was never turned in the first place. It wasn’t the fact that he turned that scared me the most, it was the fact that as soon as Simon realized he was bitten, he tried to break his own jaw to prevent him from hurting us. In retrospect, he was doing it to protect us, but he only stopped when I was basically wrestling him to not do it, in case we found a cure. That was the last time his beautiful, piercing eyes looked into mine with so much emotion. Simon is stubborn and always wants to do things his way, but for once in his life, he listened to me. It wasn’t long after that he turned. I watched him turn and before he did, Simon made me promise that if he tried to hurt me, that I would stop him, by any means necessary. Ironically enough, and kind of funny, but Simon as a zombie is nothing compared to how slick and quick he is in real life. The rest of the task force was able to apprehend him before he could even come close to me and stick him in the incubator, where he has been staying in for the past month. I miss him so much. I never thought I would miss our miserable times out in the field or us sitting outside in the miserable freezing cold because it was the only time we could get some alone time together or even us sparring together. I just want Simon back. A deep grumble in my stomach brought me back to reality. Johnny is right. For once he is right. I stretched my arms and legs out, stood up on my feet, and began to walk out of the room. 

“Rrrrrrr..” 

A deep growl came from the incubator. I turned to find Simon leaning onto the glass, those clouded eyes piercing through my soul. 

“I’ll be back, Simon, I promise.” 

A deep hiss came from his throat, his arm reaching out as if he was trying to reach for me. I can’t watch this, it hurts me so much. I immediately walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me, hearing his growls grow louder. I don’t know if that is his way of trying to communicate with us or he is truly… I shook my thoughts away and made my way to the dining hall. 

~ 

I almost envy the guys. They can just pretend that everything is normal and there’s nothing going on, meanwhile my partner, the love of my life, is stuck in his own hell prison. They always try to uplift my spirits and sometimes it works, but on days like today, I’d rather be left alone than try and pretend that everything is okay. As soon as I was done eating, I just went into my room to go to sleep. I didn’t have the heart to go back into the incubator room. Whether or not he was still conscious in his mind, it still hurt me to see him like that. I like to think he is, but that honestly makes me feel worse knowing he is trapped in his own mind and body, while we aren’t even close to finding a cure. 

“Oh Si..” I grumbled, trying to contain my tears, “I’m so sorry.” 

The tears escaped my eyes, running rapidly down my face, as the memories of him and I came flooding back, from when he was human, before this apocalypse happened. I came to the task force two years ago and it is kind of embarrassing to say but I was head over heels for Simon as soon as I saw him. The more missions we did together, the harder I fell for him. Maybe it was his attitude, or the mask, or his accent, but I was falling hard. It wasn’t until one night were the entire task force had been drinking more than they should and Simon ended up following me back to my room that night. It was as if we had been together for years prior to that, we just clicked so much. We started dating in secret and it wasn’t until right before the apocalypse happened, that we were busted by Price. Of course he wasn’t happy about it, but by the time everything went down, he didn’t care at that point. Simon was protecting me when he got bit and it was my own damn fault. I wasn’t paying attention and Simon took the bite for me. He shouldn’t have. I should be dead right now and he should be alive. Not me, no, not me. I deserve it after all because Simon is the reason why he is trapped in his own body. We are never going to find a cure. And it is all because of-

*KnockKnock*

“Hey Doll?” 

Price. 

“Come in..” I mumbled. 

The door swung open, emitting the hallway light into my pitch black room. 

“Oh, blimey. You’re gonna ruin your eyesight in ‘ere.” Price commented. 

I just shrugged my shoulders in response. 

“Just came to check in on ya. I managed to get a hold of a base that's a bit of a drive, but it could be our chance.” 

“Are you for real this time?” I ask urgently. 

“As real as shiet, Dolly.” Price confirmed, earning a chuckle out of me. 

I sighed, with some relief in mind. 

“We will get ‘im back. I promised yous that a long time ago and I damn well intend to keep that promise. You hear?” 

“I hear ya, Captain.” I said. 

“Alright, goodnight, Dolly.” 

“Goodnight.” I softly said as Price shut my door, and walked off. 

There is some good in this life. I will soon have my Simon back and we will be back in each other's arms, cuddling, fucking, drinking tea, watching shitty rom-com movies, and much more. He will be back. He will be..

~

…

…

…

..rrrrr

What? What the fuck was that? 

.rrrrrrrr.

I wanted to move but for some reason that noise paralyzed me into being still. It sounded familiar and that is what scared me the most. 

Rrrrrrrrrrr. 

It was louder and closer this time. Please don’t tell me-

Rahhhhhhhhh

I jolted out of bed, grabbing the hidden knife I have in my mattress and cornered it into my room. 

Rah..rah..

What the hell was this? Or who the hell was it? Keeping my eye on what it was, I slowly tip-toed backwards to my room light and flicked it on, my heart dropping. 

“What?” 

“How?” 

I mumbled out loud, seeing Simon standing there, staring at me with those hideous clouded eyes. 

“How did you get out?” I tearfully pleaded, knowing he can’t respond. 

Simon just stared, slowly stepping towards me, groaning in the process. I kept my knife in front of me, just in case. 

“Listen to me love. If I try to bite you, you end me no matter what? Do ‘ou understand?” 

Simon’s words echoed in my head, remembering what he told me. I didn’t want to do this, no, please don’t make me do this. 

“S-Stay away, please.” I croaked. 

Simon kept sauntering towards me, slowly and surely, his growls and moans getting louder the closer he got to me. Everytime he stepped forward, I stepped back. I needed to obey his words, but I couldn't. I can’t do it. 

“Simon. Please.” 

“Dahhhhh….” 

I could feel my whole body start to shake as I realized Simon pinned me into a corner. The closer he got, the more my heart raced. This is it. This was it. I am going to die. But I’d rather die than kill the love of my life. 

“Si..” 

I sunk down, dropped the knife, and held my face as he got up as close as he humanely could. 

“D-Don’t..p-please.” 

I sobbed, holding myself. 

“Doll..” 

What? Did he just.. No he didn’t, it’s all in my head. I am dead now, I just haven’t felt the pain yet of his teeth sinking into my-

“Dolllllyyyyy…” 

That time I heard it. That was real. Getting some kind of courage, I stopped hiding my face and looked up at him. Simon was leaning down, looking at me, but his face was different. The same clouded eyes were there, but it was as if he was marveling at me. 

“Simon?” 

“Dooolllllyyyyyy…” 

Dolly. He was calling me Dolly. My nickname he had given me when we first started seeing each other. I never knew Simon Riley would be expected to give someone a nickname but he did. His voice was deep and guttural, but I could hear his accent peeking out. 

“Simon, are you there?” I asked, standing up on my feet. 

“Rrrrrr….preeetttyyyy Dolllllyyyyy.” 

“Oh Si..” I leaned in, holding his cheeks. 

He still had most of his gear on, except he had his balenciaga mask on instead of his skull mask. I wanted to take it off so bad to really see his beautiful face, but it scared me to do so. Even though he was consciously still there, there was no telling what he would do out of his control. Tears ran rapid down my face, knowing that this confirmed my worst fear, that he was trapped within his own mind. 

“Dolllyyyyyyy..cryyyinnngggggg…” Simon growled out. 

I quickly wiped away my tears to not worry him. 

“No, no I am fine, Simon, I promise.” I reassured him. 

*BANG* 

“GET HIM!!” 

“RAAHHHHHHHHH” 

“NO DON’T-” 

In two seconds flat, Price and them busted in, angered Simon, and subdued him. The growls that came from Simon were so animalistic, as if he was no longer Simon. 

“He could’ve bit you!!” Soap shouted at me. 

“No, he recognized me! He called me Dolly!” I swore as Price, Gaz, and Soap were struggling to keep Simon contained. 

“This’ll do.” Price mumbled as he took out a serum that would knock his ass out. 

Simon saw it and cried out in animalistic rage, but the three of them managed to keep him on the ground. 

“Wait, wait, please!!” I screamed. 

The three men turned to me, waiting for what I was going to do next, but kept their arms and body weight on top of Simon. I got on my knees and approached Simon, who was thrashing around and growling at the three of them. 

“Si.” I call him, his cloudy eyes immediately locking with me. 

“We need to travel to get a cure, but we are almost there. I promise you.” I croaked, feeling the same tears and sadness returning. 

“Rr..rrr. Dolllyyyyy.” 

“Yes, I am Dolly. Your Dolly, Simon.” I comforted him, holding his cheek and running my thumb over the free skin that was on his face. 

The tears fell down my face, as Simon relaxed into my touch. 

“Pretttyyyyy..Dolllllyyyyyy.” 

Before I could even react, Price injected the serum into Simon, who didn’t even react and only kept his focus on me. 

“Dolll…yyyyy.” 

Simon’s cloudy eyes then shut and remained still. I could feel the three men look at me. 

“Fuck..” Gaz mumbled as he, Soap, and Price got off of the almost lifeless Simon. 

I had cried out all of the tears that were left in me. 

“Sweetie..” Price approached me. 

I raised my head up and looked at him, in which he had a very genuine smile on his face. 

“We gotta pack up now so we can head up ‘Orth and save your hubby.” Price told me. 

I chuckled hearing him call Simon my hubby, despite us not being married. 

“Yes, Captain.” I said, getting my composure together. 

Price grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I stared at the still Simon, who was breathing normally as if he was not what he was right now. But the thought of it being so close to him being back to normal, makes me so happy. We are nearly there, Simon, we are nearly there. 

“Alright, let’s load up gang.” 

END

[number1abbasupporter]

Monsters

@wolfstarmicrofic| Word count: 428

Regulus slammed the door behind them while Sirius tried to catch his breath. Zombies had been chasing them for minutes straight and they barely found a house in time. 

It had been days since they had time to rest so Sirius almost jumped with joy when he saw a bed in the middle of the room.

He wasted no time in striding forward.

“Sirius-“

Suddenly Sirius felt cold metal pressed against his temple, making him freeze in place. He was so tired that he forgot to check the surroundings.

Now he had a gun to his head.

“Have you been bitten?” a husky voice asked.

He really wished he could see Regulus right then.

“No. Now,” Sirius shot his hand up and gripped the man’s wrist hard, wrenching it down and holding it between them, “Gun down please.”

The man was the definition of gorgeous. He was covered in dirt and had scars littering his face. His hair was wild and unruly. The last person he had laid his eyes on who wasn't his brother was his best friend who was back at their safe house. This was a sight for sore eyes.

Sirius glanced over his shoulder at Regulus, “Block off the door, will you? We’re gonna stay here for a little.”

Regulus nodded stiffly and went to do just that. He didn’t miss the smile twitching on the boy's lips as he did.

With ease, Sirius slipped the gun out of his hands and put it in his pocket. It would definitely come in handy.

“What’s your name?” he asked casually.

The man watched him warily, stance cautious as Sirius traipsed over to the bed.

“Remus.”

“Mm. You have a group?”

“Nope.”

Sirius smiled slightly at that. It wouldn’t hurt to have a painstakingly beautiful boy added to their group.

“I’m Sirius and that’s my little brother Regulus,” Sirius pointed over to Regulus who was just finishing up blocking the door. “We have a pretty big group and wouldn’t mind another person.”

Regulus snorted; “You’re only saying that cause you want to get in his pants.”

The boy snickered as Sirius shot him a glare. 

“Either way, we could use another.”

The man took a minute to appraise Sirius while he was sitting on the bed. Having the man’s eyes solely on him sent a shiver up his spine. He really hoped he said yes.

With one last up-and-down look, the man licked his lips and ruffled his hair.

“Alright. I’ll join you.”

Sirius beamed at him. Things were definitely going to be more interesting now.

[alittleharpy]

Infected - Zombie!Ghost

A Ghost x Y/N Oneshot (fem Reader)

Part Two

MDNI | 18+ ONLY

TW: Gore, zombification, dumbification, blood, sex, desperation

“Simon?”

Your voice cracked.

Seeing the friend you’d just watched die standing in front of you with blood dripping from his fingers made every hair on your body stand on end.

His eyes stayed on you, but he didn’t move. Like he was analyzing you.

His dog tags were still in your palm with the chain wrapped tightly around your fingers. It clinked softly as you trembled.

The sound that left his throat was animalistic, raspy, but he somehow formed words. Like his vocal chords were re-learning how to make the sounds, “You… okay?”

You let out a sharp, deep exhale, “Yeah.” You said softly, “You?”

He let out a sound like a chuckle, even though it sounded wet, “Not sure.”

Boots sounded on the floor again. More hostiles? Your head snapped in the direction, so did Ghost’s.

When you saw Price’s gun raised, heard Ghost’s snarl, you jumped up, putting yourself between them.

Price’s face was contorted in confusion, seeing Ghost standing behind you even though you’d deemed him KIA. Ghost’s chest pressed up against your back, his ragged breathing near your ear. Almost like he was trying to be protective of you.

“What the fuck is going on?” Price asked.

“I…don’t know.” You admitted, “Ghost was… he was gone. I checked. But now… I don’t know. Now he’s not.” You swallowed, “We need to get him out of here. He took penetrating rounds to the chest.”

Price looked around at the carnage in the hallway, then at the blood on Ghost’s hands, “Did he do all this? With multiple GSW’s?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Ghost did first, “Yes.” He strained. His voice sounded better with each word, more like himself.

Price just stared for a moment before he motioned for you to follow. Ghost stayed right behind you, nearly stepping on your boots with his own as you walked.

“Ghost, status update.” Price spoke over comms to Laswell, voice tense with disbelief, “Alive.”

You sat next to Ghost in the heli, watching as a medic pulled up his shirt to reveal the wounds in his chest. They were open, raw, but where red blood should’ve been pouring out, there were congealed, inky masses oozing from the wounds.

The medic pulled her hands back, just staring in shock. His eyes locked on her backing away. He chuckled again, “What’s wrong…love?” You looked up from his chest to see that he was addressing you.

You winced as the medic turned her attention to you, wrapping up your arm. The blood had soaked down your arm, drying to your skin. You could almost see a flicker in Ghost’s eyes as he noticed it, something that looked a lot like hunger.

“What’s wrong?” You scoffed, “You died on me. You were dead.” You sucked air through clenched teeth when she pulled the knot tight.

His gaze locked onto you, dull, but brimming with an intensity that mingled somewhere between the living man you knew and the undead soldier he had become. A grunt was all he could muster, laying back on the seat. You could almost see the effort it took for him to tear his eyes away from your injury.

"Dead?" Ghost's husky voice was laced with a sarcastic edge, almost as if he found the idea amusing, but the new cadence of his speech betrayed the strangeness of his new existence. "Nah, love. Just took… a nasty nap, didn’t I?"

You noticed the tension in his body right away, “You okay?” You had no idea what was going on. You didn’t even know if he was still Simon anymore.

"No. You're hurt," he said, eyes narrowing as he observed the medic finishing off the bandage. The medic finished with your arm and quickly scurried away, not daring another glance at Ghost’s unsettling wounds. The inky substance oozed slower now, his wounds almost appearing to self-staunch. He pulled his shirt down, putting a barrier between everyone’s eyes and his body.

His head tilted slightly towards the smell of your blood, a guttural noise vibrating in his throat – something primal and hungry. But he managed to pull his gaze back to your eyes with a clear effort, his expression softening, a hint of the familiar kindness peeking through. "Bit peckish, but I'll manage. 'Sides, I've got better things to focus on... like making sure you're alright."

You could tell he was struggling, every muscle in his body tensed to restrain his baser needs. It was a battle of wills within him, the soldier's discipline fighting against the chemical that had brought him back from death's grip.

The monster yearned for the taste and warmth of living flesh, but the man—the man cared for you, and that was clear even through his nearly animalistic behavior.

"Simon," you said, using his real name to try and reach whatever part of him was still human. "You’re acting weird, even for a... well, you know." You gestured vaguely to his body, the wounds, and the way he was now not quite living, yet not entirely gone.

He let out a low chuckle that seemed to rattle in his undead chest. "Weird? Might be the new normal, this." He shuffled closer, a careful movement to not startle you, his cold hand tentatively reaching towards your face.

His touch was gentle as he brushed a loose bit of hair behind your ear. The movement was a bit disjointed, but he had the right idea. “Don’t worry 'bout me, yeah? I've always been a tough bastard. Takes more than a few bullets and a touch of death to keep me down.”

Soap cleared his throat across the heli, Gaz and Price keeping their eyes on him. Simon’s eyes snapped toward them like they had in the hall, almost feral and calculating. The tension was immediate in his jaw, teeth clenching as a growl bubbled up in his throat.

Every cell in your body screamed danger.

And so did the others, whose grips immediately tensed on their weapons. Your instinct was to quickly put your hand on his cheek, coaxing him to look back at you. “Hey. They’re your friends, remember?”

The moment your warm hand made contact with his cold, pallid skin, Ghost's eyes softened, the aggressive glint fading as quickly as it had appeared.

"Yeah, I know," he growled softly, "Just...feeling a bit riled up is all." His face pressed heavier in your hand, and you could tell he was trying to focus on the sensation, to ground himself in something other than the chaotic urges that the chemical stirred within him.

Ghost turned his attention back to Soap, Gaz, and Price, a semblance of recognition in his gaze as he nodded slowly. "Brothers in arms," he mumbled, the words trailing off as if he was reminding himself of who they were and the bond they shared.

Price gave a stern nod, his eyes never leaving Ghost. "That's right. You're with your mates, Simon," he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority that came with his rank. "We're going to figure this out."

Gaz shifted uncomfortably, exchanging a glance with Soap, who let out a long breath. “Never a dull moment with this lot, eh?” Soap quipped, trying to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere, but his eyes were wary.

Ghost's grip on reality seemed tenuous, each moment an effort to keep the hunger and aggression at bay. But the connection between you two was clear, a lifeline for him in the swirling maelstrom of his altered state.

You could sense his dependency on you growing, the trust in his gaze unmistakable. It was as if you were now the anchor in the storm he was weathering, and for now, at least, he seemed content to let you guide him through the turbulence.

As the heli rumbled through the air, you could see the way his body shifted closer to yours, an unconscious pull towards your warmth and life force. Your willingness to bring him back from the brink seemed to offer him a small relief amidst the chaos of his undead cravings—a human connection in a situation that was anything but.

“Laswell’s gonna have a metric fuck load of paperwork to fill out over this.” Gaz adjusted his rifle strap, “You sure you’re feeling’ alright, mate?” He asked Ghost, “I reckon you’ve always been a bit pale, but you look like a sheet of paper.”

You looked down at Ghost’s forearms, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Gaz was right. You could see the blue of his veins through the paleness of his skin.

“Listen, this is a bit new for all of us. Let’s just take the questions slow. I doubt Ghost knows any more than we do.” You tugged Ghost’s sleeves down, worried he might be cold in the heli, but could he really feel how cold his own skin was?

Ghost's eyes followed your hands as you adjusted his sleeves, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Cheers," he grunted, his tone a mix of gratitude and his usual sardonic wit. "Don't want to scare the living daylights out of everyone with my new goth look, do I?"

Gaz chuckled at the comment, shaking his head. "Never thought I'd see the day when Ghost became an actual ghost."

There was a momentary lapse into silence as everyone processed the situation, the humor serving as a brief—albeit very brief—relief from the tension.

Ghost shifted slightly, leaning into your touch as if searching for warmth or perhaps the reassurance that you were actually there with him. "I can't really feel the cold," he admitted with a raspy voice that seemed to scratch at the inside of his throat. "Not like I used to, at least. But don't worry about me, I'm more concerned with keepin' you lot safe from whatever this is," he gestured loosely to himself.

Price's voice cut through the chatter, steady and resolute. "We'll get to the bottom of this, sort you out. For now, let's focus on getting back to base safely and keeping Ghost contained—just in case."

Your hand remained on Ghost’s arm, the contrast between your living warmth and his deathly cold stark and unnerving. Yet, the instinct in you refused to pull away, as if your touch could somehow keep the man within him from slipping away entirely.

[bubble7o7]

Mature content

Over 18’s Only

Min Yoongi x Reader

Hard…

“Baby?…Babe?” you hear that gorgeous deep voice call out to you.

“Come to bed?… please?” He holds out his hand to you.

“I just want to catch the end of this. Go back to bed I won’t be long”

He never has to ask you twice on any other occasion but when you’ve waited all week for the next episode of your favourite drama and need to wind down from work… this is your spot and you’re not budging for anyone. Not even your handsome, sleepy, husky voiced, bed haired love.

“Come to bed” he pouts “Can’t you watch it tomorrow?”

“I won’t have time tomorrow, just go to bed I won’t be long baby, I promise.”

“No…” he huffs. He stumbles through the hallway clambering over the sofa, he flops down by your side. He lifts your arm and tucks himself under you while wrapping his arm and leg over you…

“I can’t sleep, I keep waking up to cuddle into you but you’re not there” he mumbles into your boob and squeezing you tighter.

“Ok, Ok… shhhh” you cuddle him into you, gently stroking your fingers through his hair which usually helps him relax. You make the mistake of watching him dose back off, you take in a deep breath at the beauty of him.

“God you’re too cute you know… it would be so funny if people saw this side of you…”

“What do you mean?” He mumbles.

“That hard exterior people think you have but you’re just my soft, clingy boy” you gently squeeze him into you again.

“Yah!” He jumps up, yanks you by your hips and pulls you down so you’re now flat on the sofa underneath him and he straddles over you.

“I’m Soft… “ he kisses you hard.

“I’m Clingy!” He moans as he nibbles down your neck.

“Boy!?” He kisses you again, while his hand slowly wanders from your boob, to your hips then he grabs a firm hold of your arse and presses himself closer to you.

“I’ll have you know I’m hard…” he grinds himself slowly against you. You let out a little moan.

“Tough” he kisses you passionately “and a man” he grins.

“Baby I know… I can feel it” you smile as you lean in and kiss his neck, while grabbing a firm hold of his arse with both hands.

“Wait… what are you watching?” a sound from the TV catches his attention.

“Erm… All of us are dead… why?”

He quickly jumps up from the sofa “Yeah… nope!. I’ll let you catch up and come to bed when you’re ready! Goodnight, I love you…” he pecks at your lips then rushes down the hallway back to bed.

“What the fuck!” You laugh. “Wait! Where’s my hard, tough man gone?!”

“To bed! and you should follow him!” He yells.

You can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact you have to watch horror films on your own because your boyfriend point blank refuses to!

You finish the last 15 minutes and tip toe into your room, it’s pitch black. “Yoongs… are you awake?” you whisper.

“Babe… I can’t see a thing… Ooff!” You stumble near the bed. Total silence.

“Baby?… are you taking the piss?”

You lean down to turn your bedside light on.

Just then there’s an almighty bang and the door flings open from the en suite and Yoongi’s rushing towards you.

“FuckShit!… you fucking dick!” You scream as he grabs hold of you and flings you on the bed. “My heart is pounding you fucking dick!” You cry out.

“Let me feel?” He laughs.

“That’s not my heart!” He has his hand clamped on to your boob, smiling at you before kissing you softly on either cheek then pecking at your pouting lips.

“You scared the crap out of me…”

“I’m sorry my love”

“You’re awfully cocky, scaring me like that for someone who wont even watch a Zombie Tv show… my hard, tough man” you smile.

“Mhuh” he mumbles as he leans in and kisses you hard and slow, he grips either side of your pj bottoms and pulls them off, tossing them to one side.

He gently grinds himself against you and whispers “Let me show you how hard I am”.

“Oh fuck…” you moan.

[voxofthevoid]

I present thee with Role Reversal Fem!Goyuu Wednesday #4.

I'm currently 37k into this and working on Chapter 6. The final chapter count is still projected to be 8, and if I don't end up splitting the next chapter, this will remain the case. This will be a novel-length fic all the same. I need to write a couple of oneshots after this just for the hell of writing something short.

Click forth to see Satoru finally getting to put her mouth and other assorted body parts on her teacher 🦵

Yuuji’s naked.

She’s lying on her bed, arms folded under her head and over her stomach, legs drawn up and spread wide, and she’s naked, everywhere.

“Satoru-chan,” she says, with a lazy tilt of her head toward Satoru, “I was starting to think you’d never come out.”

“H-ah,” Satoru says intelligently.

Yuuji’s amused expression shifts into concern. “You alright?”

“You’re naked,” Satoru chokes out.

Understanding dawns on Yuuji’s face. “Ah. Yes. I am. Are you shy again?”

Shy? Satoru’s about to combust.

She stumbles forward like a zombie—a very thirsty zombie. Yuuji watches her with a slowly growing smile, its bigger mirror image cutting across her stomach, and the flash of teeth on both sets of mouths is too sharp to not be concerning, but that only pulls Satoru in even harder, till she’s climbing onto the bed like a woman possessed.

A foot stops her before she can touch Yuuji, pressing against her chest. The toes settle snugly between her tits.

Satoru looks down at them, blinking.

They wriggle.

“Where are you going?” Yuuji asks lightly.

“You?”

The foot curves, black nails turning into gleaming claws turning into threatening pricks on Satoru’s skin. She freezes, smothering the instinctive urge to use Limitless. Yuuji hasn’t broken skin, yet. She could, easily.

Satoru’s more focused on how big it feels between her tits.

“You should know by now to ask permission first.”

“Please,” Satoru gasps immediately, the easiest she’s ever begged. “Please, sensei, let me—”

Yuuji looks surprised. And she doesn’t take her foot away, but there’s a huskiness to her voice when she speaks: “What do you want, Satoru-chan?”

Everything.

Fuck, she wants everything.

Yuuji looks—

Yuuji is—

Satoru can see her cunt.

“Mouth,” Satoru gasps, half the words still stuck somewhere in her windpipe, and then they stumble out, quick and clumsy— “You, my mouth, Yuuji—”

Yuuji makes a low noise, too hungry to be teasing. She’s still smiling, still fond, but there’s something about it that bites into Satoru, everywhere

“So cute,” Yuuji says. “But I shouldn’t.”

“Sensei—”

“Ssh,” Yuuji chides. “I’m not done. I shouldn’t—I’m meant to punish you, not reward you.”

“You can punish me after,” Satoru says immediately. “I swear, Yuuji, you can do anything, I’ll let you, just please—”

“Let me,” Yuuji echoes. Her foot slides up, claws very gently scraping Satoru’s skin to rest against the hollow of her throat. “You’re my best and worst student, Satoru-chan, and this is why.”

Satoru swallows a noise, part frustration and part sheer fucking need.

She knows what Yuuji means, and it’s burning her, the implication that Yuuji would just do what she wants no matter what Satoru says—the knowledge that she can, that night at the school and every touched since provoked testament to how thoroughly this woman can overpower Satoru. And Satoru hasn’t really fought, not yet, not in the ways that matter, but if she did and Yuuji took her anyway—

It’s some skewed sense of self-defense that has Satoru reaching down and grabbing her own tits, squeezing them around Yuuji’s foot.

Yuuji makes a startled noise, something in the shape of Satoru’s name.

And this isn’t really something ever thought she’d do, even with her fantasies covering nearly every damn inch of Yuuji, but now, with the shape of Yuuji’s foot burning against her ribs and cushioned between her breasts, Satoru finds herself breathless and warm and very, very into it.

She leans forward, pushing her tits even closer together with Yuuji’s foot still between them. The robe slips off her left shoulder.

The look on Yuuji’s face tells her everything about what she looks like right now.

“Sensei,” Satoru breathes, squeezing her tits around the foot and rubbing against it a little, “let me, please.”

Yuuji swallows audibly and tips her head back, but her eyes stay on Satoru, heated brown and red peering at her through narrow slits.

“Spoiled,” Yuuji declares, with a laugh that doesn’t sound all that amused. “Alright then. Use your pretty mouth, Satoru-chan.”

Satoru surges forward, abandoning Yuuji’s foot in a frenzy that has those sharpened nails raking against her breast and clavicle, and Yuuji apologizes, of course she does, but it’s barely out before Satoru’s swallowing it from her mouth, collapsing on Yuuji to press their bodies together from lips to hips, and Yuuji welcomes her kindly despite the way she was acting, a pair of hands cupping Satoru’s face while the other pair skim down her sides to rest on her hips, the pressure light but sinking into Satoru even through the robe. Her mouth opens hotly, and when Satoru licks inside, she tastes spearing mint—a far cry from Yuuji’s mouth tasted the last and only time they kissed, ripe with the heat of Satoru’s own cunt.

But it doesn’t really hide the taste underneath—warm flesh, through and through.

Satoru winds her arms around Yuuji’s neck, pressing closer and licking in deeper, and Yuuji makes an unidentifiable noise against her lips but resists nothing, and her parted lips and lazy tongue feels more indulgent than anything, but Satoru’s used by now to that specific flavor of this woman’s affection, and she takes it, greedy and needy, until her own mouth doesn’t taste like dinner or toothpaste but like Yuuji, a heat turned sweet.

She’s panting when she pulls back. A few strands of Yuuji’s hair cling to her for a moment before falling limply away to rest across Yuuji’s face.

They’re damp, just like the thick mane crushed against Satoru’s arms.

Satoru pouts. “You could’ve joined me.”

“I considered it,” Yuuji says frankly. “Figured it’d be counterproductive. But here we are anyway, hm?”

“Yeah,” Satoru says, getting her knees under her so she has better leverage to touch Yuuji—and god, there’s so much to touch. “So just join me next time. You can spank me over the damn toilet if that’s what you’re into.”

Yuuji barks a laugh. “Is that what you think I’ll do?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” Satoru says absently, feeling up Yuuji’s thighs; they’re like rock. Her abs aren’t any less insane, even with the thin layer of soft fat covering them—a little pressure, and Satoru’s palms meet solid resistance. The lips of her belly mouth are soft, and they curve up against Satoru’s fingers when she touches them. “Eat me alive if you want.”

Yuuji’s whole chest rumbles with a noise that’s suspiciously like a purr. “Careful, Satoru-chan. I might take you up on that.”

“So?” Satoru arches a brow at her. “Do it. I ain’t a coward.”

Yuuji tilts her head, her smile growing crooked; her second mouth echoes it under Satoru’s palms. “One day. But weren’t you whining for something else right now?”

“I didn’t whine—mmph!”

Yuuji presses Satoru more firmly into her chest—into the pebbled swell of a breast, the nipple flush with Satoru’s mouth. Satoru moans, opening up to suck it inside, and Yuuji reacts with a soft sigh, her fist gentling in Satoru’s hair to pat her once and then just rest there, and Satoru wouldn’t have minded the guidance, but she sure as hell isn’t complaining about this, not when her whole body’s burning with the slightly delayed realization that her mouth is on Yuuji’s tits.

Satoru gropes blindly until her hand finds Yuuji’s other breast, her fingers sinking into the flesh there while she sucks on the one in her mouth, and it tastes like skin with a faint aftertaste of soap, but every breath Satoru remembers to inhale is thick with an intoxicating blend of blood and rot—something sweet about it, defying all logic the way Yuuji has from the start.

Satoru whines around her mouthful, desperate for things she can’t name.

Yuuji only strokes her hair, all the way from the crown of her head to where the tips of her hair brush her mid-back. The rest of her hands are also gentle and undemanding on Satoru, stroking and skimming over skin without even really groping.

It’s almost confusing.

Satoru pries her mouth off Yuuji’s nipple to bury her face in the cleavage, gripping Yuuji’s tits with both hands to push them against Satoru’s own face, and this, she knows, the warmth and the heat and the suffocating blend of sweat and worse, and she tries to make it good for Yuuji too, squeezing her tits and thumbing her nipples, half instinct and half the memory of how Yuuji touched Satoru, and she doesn’t really think it’s doing much for Yuuji, not with how sedately her chest rises and falls under Satoru, but her hand has curved against the back of Satoru’s head now, holding her there with tender pressure, and how the hell is Satoru meant to resist that?

She loses track of how long she stays like that, but when she rears back, heaving for air freer and fuller than the thin little pockets she dragged in with her face in Yuuji’s chest, Yuuji’s scent stays in her nose and her throat, flavoring the air she inhales like it’s sunk into the lining of her flesh.

“You smell like blood,” Satoru tells her, a questioning confession she’s been holding back for ages, “and rot.”

Yuuji tilts her head. “Does it bother you?”

“Are you kidding me? It makes me—” Satoru shuts her mouth in the nick of time, but the wetness between her legs grows a little like it wants Yuuji to know. “No, it doesn’t bother me. I’m just curious.”

Yuuji looks pretty curious herself, and Satoru knows damn well what about. But she doesn’t push, instead saying, “The state of the soul shows in the body. That’s all.”

“That…explains nothing,” Satoru says, unimpressed. “What, is your soul bleeding? And rotting?”

“Who knows.”

“Sensei. If you don’t wanna answer, just say that.”

“As if that’ll stop you.” Yuuji chuckles to herself, and she seems unbothered by everything from Satoru’s questions to her own ominous answers, but every single one of her hands is restless on Satoru, stroking bare skin and thick cotton, a few fingers even playing with her hair. “It’s not just my soul in here, Satoru-chan.”

“But you ate her.”

“I did,” Yuuji confirms, and there’s something vicious about her smile, even though it’s so small and toothless. “But souls are stronger than you think—and hard to digest. Sukuna’s not the kind to be easy, even in death. What’s left of her is festering. That kind of decay leaves a mark. There is no longer a boundary between where I begin and her corpse ends. So tell me again—does it bother you?”

[nuclearplutonium]

Dividers

Ello! I’m Charlie (#1 Chief fan and #2 Ann fan) buuut you can also call me Orion or Rory! :D

more info about me: https://en.pronouns.page/@CH4R71Z4VRVZ

Check out my new and totally awesome strawpage!

Alterhuman therian and fictionkin, my theriotypes are black wolf, snow husky, and a T-Rex <33

I’m an artist and a little bit of a violinist (I mainly speak English but I also speak Russian!)

I am a MINOR!!! I am ok if adults (NOT THE SEX BOTS) interact with my blog or me in general just don’t be creepy or kinky about it please.. (read dni list for specifics)

My blog is not meant for younger audiences, therefore I am telling you all that this is a 16+ BLOG. mainly because I’ll post art with mildly suggestive themes in it or reblog something weird.. whatever it may be, I just want to protect the little itty bitty babies that happen to stumble upon this beautiful yet horrifying tumblr blog .-.

currently locked in @thesillygoober7’s basement (GO FOLLOW HIM PLEASE THAT MIGHT MAKE HIM FINALLY LET ME OUT OF HERE)

old acc is @charlibugg T_T

Here’s most of the stuff I like ! Purple = ION💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Blue = VERY VEEERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VEEERRYRYYY HYPERFIXATED

Green = LOVE ITTT

Orange = Cool cool I like it

Red = Eh… I mean it’s fine.. II/III, I.O.N/И.О.Н, TNM, BFDI/BFB/BFDIA & TPOT, EEE/THREEEE, BURNER, 5SOS, ONE, CFMOT/ИНМТ, Objectified, TDOS, LoTS, Animatic Battle, Bugbo, Dreamophrenia, Sprunki, Max Design Pro, Warrior Cats, Smiling Friends, ATHF, Gravity Falls, Villainous, Countryhumans, DHMIS, Electric Dreams (1984), Ride the Cyclone, Pink Corruption, Homestar Runner, Regretevator, Great God Grove, Mouthwashing, Homestuck

besides fandoms I hyperfixate on time to time… I also LOVE nuclear reactors, dinosaurs, cats, epic guitar solos in music, whatever the hell plutonium jazz is, and I just genuinely love learning ANYTHING about nuclear physics and energy :3 (oh and lollipops, I love lollipops)

Some games I really like (not Roblox games) are In Stars and Time, JSAB/Just Shapes and Beats, Fallout 4/Fallout: New Vegas (IM SORRY FALLOUT 76 IS SO BORING AND BUGGY AAAAA), Omori, Mouthwashing, Sims 2-4, Tomodachi Life, Miitopia, Cardpocalypse, Wobbledogs, Pikuniku, Ooblets, Great God Grove, Splatoon 2-3, Dragon Quest: Builders 1-2, Minecraft, Wandersong, JSAB, and AC:NH :3

and most of the bands/artists I listen to (current hyperfix band will be written in bold) are MSI, sElf, Will Wood/Will Wood and The Tapeworms, Human Zoo, The Scary Jokes, Sodikken, Machinery of The Human Heart, Lemon Demon, Tally Hall, And One, Nine Inch Nails, STOMACH BOOK, Ken Ashcorp, KSB Muzic, LiteralHat, YFM, Limp Bizkit, Insane Clown Posse, Gorillaz, Tyler the Creator, System Of A Down, Foo Fighters, That Handsome Devil, Sacri, They Might Be Giants, Oingo Boingo, Weird Al, Jhariah, MAMA RUSSIA, Lenin Was A Zombie, and Drive45!

I have Autism, ADHD, (I have some sort of Anxiety disorder too, forgot what it was called though) and Depression.. so sorry if I don’t talk/respond to asks or dms quick enough or I don’t answer them properly… I’m a very shy person. So please text me first if you want to dm me, if you’re a mutual I’d love to talk to you! ^_^

ask box will close down sometimes, it is not a mistake usually, I just don’t feel like taking asks (or I’m being swarmed by donation asks and I feel overwhelmed) :3

I do not have a set DNI, but I will block who I choose to block without warning (I don’t normally block though, I find it kind of rude 0n0)

Places I inhabit:

YouTube: Charlizardsb - CharlieSB

Spotify: Tonsillitis (yes that is my actual name on there shut up)

Pinterest: LIZARDWAZAZOMBIE - charred corpse

Instagram: Charlizardsb

Wattpad: spagheetee

Discord: (please DM me if you want my username)

TikTok: lizzardz.0n.steroidz

(Created: 1/15/24)

(Last updated: 11/14/24)

I reblog WAYY too many posts so if you’re willing to find my art search #bugs goof art

#Charlizard’s rabble ransoms - for random posts that are just filler or me going on a whole rant (will also be tagged for long posts too sometimes)

[rageagainstmymachine]

Kinktober 2023 | Edward Richtofen/ F! Reader | Fic 6

Uniform Kink

Words: 3,362

Tags: Ultimis Richtofen, perceived Nazism, Nazi uniform, unwanted uniform kink

"This has got to be the worst place we've been." You groan, letting your head roll to the other shoulder, a heavy sigh showing your great displeasure. You were in some swampy marsh somewhere in japan, you think. It was a lot like the one you went to early on in your travels, the one right after than German insane asylum.

"You say that every time we go somewhere new." Richtofen hummed, his hands busy fiddling with some strange contraption. He happily whistled some tune, obviously not the least bit concerned with your unhappiness.

"Because every time we go somewhere new its worse than the last."

"What about the moon? The moon was fun! It was the moon!"

"I hated the moon. There was no air and that fucking weird cosmonaut was chasing us."

"That what made it fun! Well, that und how the blood und guts splattered farther with the gravity und such." He waved his hand dismissively.

You groaned again, your head rolling back over. You just watched as Edward fiddled with whatever he was fucking with, examining his features. His face was pale, almost grey and had dark circles around his eyes. You were all very tired, but Edward always seemed the most tired, despite being the most energetic. You had no idea how he did it, you wondered if he was on some sort of drug. Pervatin, maybe. That could explain a lot.

"You know, a picture would last longer. Just be sure to get mein good side, ja? What am I saying? Every side is mein good side."

You felt your face heat up at the realization you had been caught staring and averted your eyes. "Spaced out."

"Awh, and here I was thinking you were admiring my handsome face und perfect body."

You couldn't deny he was handsome. Hell, he was gorgeous. He was tall and slim, but he had muscle, even at his age. How old was he anyways? Fifty? He looked fifty. Not to mention that his uniform hugged him in all the right places, his broad shoulders and small waist...

Stop it! That uniform is monstrous! It represents everything that's wrong with the world! It represented fascism! It's ugly and you should hate it! You shouldn't be fantasizing about the way the fabric stretched over his broad shoulders or how perfectly his belt hugged his slim waist...

"I can practically see you thinking. Think any harder und you might explode." He teased, standing and approaching you. You couldn't help but watch his hips sway as he approached, or the way his long legs strode towards you. "I wonder what you could be thinking of to cause such a reaction..."

He stopped directly in front of you, smirking down at you. It was unnerving when he did this. You stood up, a subconscious reaction as nervousness began to creep up your spine.

"It must be quite exciting." He hummed, getting impossibly closer. You had to crane your neck to look up at him. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating off him. 

He is coming on to you. Not that you're surprised. He has been suggestive to you in the past. Well, suggestive to everyone actually. Even a few zombies. Inanimate objects too... he was a weird man.

You hated the fact his seduction attempt was working. You could feel yourself becoming flustered. His uniform was so close. If you reached out, you could touch it. You wanted to touch it. To touch him.

You were ashamed of yourself.

He chuckled softly, leaning over and pressing a hand against the wall next to you, his body only inches away. You could hear your heart beating in your ears, as well as his breathing. "Oh, I think I know." He said lowly, his accent heavy, tone husky. "You want to fuck the enemy, don't you?"

Your breath hitched and you felt a shiver run down your spine. His eyes were lidded, a smirk tugging at his thin lips.

"You want to devour the big, bad German. And I do mean big in... multiple ways." He whispered the last part in your ear, making you let out a little gasp. Your hands found his lapels, torn between pushing him away and yanking him closer. When he didn't receive an answer, he clicked his tongue, bringing his hand up to grab a fistful of your hair. He tugged on it to force you to look at him. "Oh, you are much too prideful."

He crashed his lips into yours. You let out a muffled moan, kissing him back hungrily. This was a very bad idea. He was insane, this was his own twisted game, this was treason... But God, it was hot. It was right in all the wrong ways.

Richtofen kissed roughly, hungrily, desperately. It was messy, and you could taste the bitter iron of blood, you didn't care enough to ask yourself why. His teeth pulled and bit at your bottom lip, causing you to groan. The heat was building in your core, pooling low in your abdomen.

Your hands ran along the fabric of his coat, trailing across the embellishments on his lapels. You could barely even focus on the kiss as you touched the belts across his chest. Your movements froze when you touched something cold and sharp. Fingertips danced from one point to another, your eyes fluttering open and downwards as you realized you were touching his iron cross.

Your mind wandered to what he did to receive that metal. Did he fight in the Great War? It would make sense with his age. You couldn't be sure but you don't think you see a swastika on it, it had to be a Great War iron cross. Was he this insane back then as well? Why were you just now thinking about it?

He sensed your distraction and pulled away, fast enough to see where your eye line was. He peered down and grinned, finally noticing your hand on his medal. "You must be wondering how I got this, huh? Imagining all the ways one soldier can receive one." He said, his voice dropping an octave lower.

You couldn't help the fear appearing in your eyes as his tone became serious. It was terrifying when he was serious. He searched your face for a few seconds before his smirk returned, his tongue flicking out to lick his dry lips."Don't look so terrified, I was a field medic in the Great War"

"How the hell does a field medic get one?" You finally found your voice again, the confusion forcing your words out.

He laughed, a sound that sent shivers down your spine, whether it was in excitement or fear you didn't know. "Perhaps it's best to keep that a secret." He purred, leaning in close again, his lips ghosting over yours. "Just make sure those American hands of yours stay off the medal, ja? You can look all you want, though. It's more than obvious you have a thing for it…und the rest of mein uniform."

You swallowed thickly, looking away in shame. Damn.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of." Edward chuckled darkly. "In fact, I've heard before that women go nuts for a man in uni-"

"Just shut up and kiss me again, Richtofen." You groaned, grabbing his lapels and tugging him closer, crashing your lips together once more. He hummed into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips, squeezing them firmly. He unabashedly rutted his hips into yours, his growing bulge pressing against you.

He pulled away from you, leaving you wanting and needy. God, so stupidly needy. He put distance between the two of you, and you almost asked why, but soon he was smoothing down his uniform, giving you a playful twirl.

"Tell me, fraulein, what do you like about it?" He questioned. "The fabric is a bit rough und tight, the belts are always digging into me, but if you find it appealing, who am I to judge?"

"Richtofen..." You warned.

"Do tell, I'm curious." He mused. He had that grin, that stupid fucking grin that made your blood boil. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He was teasing you and loving every second of it. He was getting off on your frustration and embarrassment.

It's the way the coat sits well on your broad shoulders, tapers down to your slutty little waist! It makes you look taller too especially with the cap, it commands authority. It's because your pants make your ass look so damn good. And the boots look ready to step on me. And god, how I want you to step on me. That white button up and tie combo makes you look professional and sane, yet you aren’t professional and nowhere near close to sane. It’s the Luger attached to your hip, ready to be pulled out and used, the belts just begging to be gripped, and whatever the hell is on your other hip! Is it a bag? And dear god, it’s the iron cross you wear. I can’t even imagine what you’ve done to receive it, I just know I want you pressed against me so hard, it leaves an indent against my breast. 

Your head spun as you admitted this all to yourself in rapid fire. If you didn’t run it through your mind, as much as you didn’t want to, you knew you would blurt it out. You had to get a hold of yourself.

Edward seemed to enjoy the silence, watching your face intently, waiting for you to give an answer. The only sign of his patience wearing thin was the tapping of his foot.

"You just look good in it, okay?" You tell him, giving him an inch. But he wasn't satisfied with that, he wanted the whole mile. You should know to never try to appease a German. Look what happened to Czechoslovakia.

He snickers, shaking his head. "Come now, Fraulein. You can do better than that." He purrs.

You huffed, chewing on your lip before glancing back to him, your resolve crumbling as you took in his gorgeous appearance."God, it's hot. Okay? It's super fucking hot."

His smirk widened, but he continued to prod.. "Why? Why is it so hot?"

"Because it shows off your broad shoulders and slim waist, and makes your ass look great… You're just a prick, but I want you inside me." You spat out, crossing your arms. "Happy now?"

"Ohohoho I'm very happy." He chuckled, removing the straps that crossed his torso. He set the satchel he carried aside, unclipping his holster and setting his weapon on the table. The way he didn't remove anything else signaled he had no intentions of removing his uniform tonight. He knew what he was doing. He still stood a ways from you, seemingly waiting for you to do or say something. You were too aroused to play these games. You relented to his wants.

"Are you going to fuck me or not, Richtofen?" You growled hoping to sound annoyed and not as needy as you felt.

"I might if you ask nicely." He cooed.

You clenched your fists.

"Please, Richtofen." You said, through gritted teeth. "Fuck me."

He grinned, stepping over to you. His hand caressed your cheek, before his fingers wrapped around your throat. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips, or the way your hips rolled. You could feel his length press into you and it was heavenly. He leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. "Say that again, but this time, less formal."

"Edward, please fuck me." You whispered, and he let out a guttural growl. He released your throat and gripped the backs of your thighs, lifting you and pressing you into the wall. You let out a little yelp of surprise, your legs instinctively wrapping around him. He captured your lips, his hands wandering, kneading your flesh; pinching and grabbing. his hands were just as eccentric as the rest of him.

He didn't waste time, carrying you away from the wall to the windowsill, setting you down to begin removing your pants. You kicked off your boots as you let him, watching as he tugged down the clothing. He took your panties with them, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. You felt the urge to cover yourself, but his hungry gaze and the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips quelled that. He was quick with his own pants, tugging them down his slim hips, freeing his cock. He wasn't here for romance, or foreplay, but neither were you.

He was quick to slot himself between your legs to line himself up, pressing his length into you in one smooth motion. You hissed at the stretch, his earlier remark about big things wasn't a lie.. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you moaned out his name. He wasn't gentle. He gave you no time to adjust. He began pounding into you immediately, a brutal pace, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise.

"I'm just a militarized Kraut for you to get off to, ja?" He hissed in your ear. His breath was warm, accent thicker than before, "Is that all I am to you? Just a uniform und a cock to satisfy that cunt of yours?"

"F-fuck, Richtofen."

"You think of me as a Nazi, yet here I am being your personal sex toy." He purred. His hips snapped against yours, his thrusts rough and quick, hitting that one spot. The one spot that made your back arch. He chuckled, his eyes half lidded and full of lust. "Where are you democratized morals now?"

"Fuck, I hate you."

"No, no, Fraulein. The word you are looking for is love." He grinned, his eyes dark. You felt a shiver run down your spine. He was scary, and yet somehow that excited you.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, his breath ragged. You were close, so close, you just needed a little more. He must have noticed, his hand reaching between the two of you to rub circles around your clit. The added stimulation sent you over the edge. Your back arched and you threw your head back as you came, a strangled moan of his name escaping your lips.

You could feel him shudder against you, a long groan escaping his lips as your walls squeezed around him tightly. He stilled inside of you, his grip on your hips bruising. He was quiet for a moment, and you opened your eyes to find his own staring into yours. They were lidded and full of want and need. He got too close to the edge, and he didn't want to cum just yet. You could feel him throbbing inside of you, and it wasn't long before he started moving again. He was relentless, his thrusts deep and rough, his fingers digging into your hips. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."

"Give me a moment." You breathed, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Oh, fraulein. You'll take what I give you und I'll continue until I am finished."

He fucked like a man starved, his thrusts hungry and greedy. You were still sensitive, and every thrust against your g spot was a wave of overstimulation. You whined and begged for his mercy, but he would give none.

"You'll cum again for me, und then I'll consider stopping."

You cried out, clinging to him desperately, trying to find anything to ground you, anything to take away the intensity. It was too much, yet not enough. "Edward..."

"If you don't shut your mouth, I'm going to shut it for you, Schlampe." He hissed.

You couldn't stop the whimpers if you wanted to. It was too much.

Richtofen growled, seemingly fed up with your noises. Your clit got a much needed break as he removed his hand to paw at his chest. He wrapped his glove clad fingers around his Iron Cross and quickly yanked it off, pressing the medal to your lips. "Bite."

You opened your mouth and his fingers pushed the Iron Cross in. The taste of the iron filled your mouth and you moaned. He resumed rubbing your clit, the feeling of biting down hard on the cross was enough to ground you - your whines were significantly decreased. 

The way that Edward looked at you with a deeper stare made you wonder if he was getting off to watching you bite the medal he got all those years ago.

His thrusts continued to be hard and fast, but you could feel him becoming more and more erratic. The hand on your hip tightened, and his breath became heavier.

"You better cum before I do, otherwise you are in for a long night." He hissed, his thrusts slowing a bit. His hand picked up its speed on your clit, causing a moan to escape past the medal.

It was too much. The feeling of metal between your teeth, the way Edward was looking at you, the fact that he was wearing his uniform. The way he fucked you without mercy. It was all too much, and soon enough you were coming. Your body trembled, your eyes crossing as stars littered your vision. Your legs clamped around his waist as your cunt spasmed again, milking his cock.

He didn't last much longer, the feeling of your cunt squeezing him bringing him over the edge. A strangled moan escaped his lips as he spilled his seed into you, thrusts shallow and uneven. He stayed there, his breathing labored and his heart pounding as he continued to lazily pump his cock into you until he had nothing left to give.

The muscles in your jaw failed as your mouth quivered open, the Iron cross falling on your chest. It was coated in saliva and blood, which made Richtofen's cock twitch inside of you. He grabbed it, not bothering to wipe it off before pinning it back on his coat.

He slipped out of you, and you couldn't stop the whimper that left your lips. You could feel his cum dripping onto the windowsill. Richtofen didn't seem to care though, as he went about redressing himself. He was nice enough to throw you your clothes, and you took the hint. You didn't bother with panties, slipping your pants back on.

He didn't look at you. His hands were quick to fix his coat and uniform, smoothing out any wrinkles. He grabbed his hat and straightened it on his head, looking as polished as ever. Once he was finished, he finally looked back at you. His eyes held a warmth and rawness that looked terrifying on him.

"I'm not actually a Nazi, you know." He finally spoke.

You stared at him, eyes travelling down to the very obvious Nazi uniform.

He seemed to notice this and let out a snort, his gaze flicking downward. "Ja, ja. I know. But I didn't really have a choice in the matter. It's all rather complicated; Group 935, monetary needs, Maxis making promises to... certain parties. Which I strongly opposed, mind you."

"But-"

"It's a lot more complex than simply being a Nazi, fraulein. Besides, do I really look like the type to be a Nazi? "

"Absolutely you do." You say bluntly.

"I'm hurt." He gasped. "Und after I went through the trouble of telling you the truth. It was quite painful too - so much emotional torment." He feigned offense, putting a hand over his chest. "I may be an insane scientist, but that's all I am, I swear."

You could help the smile that found your lips. You tried to look away fast enough to hide it, but he saw it clear as day.

"There we go, I knew there was a smile under there." He smiled, his eyes soft. "Now, let's do this again soon, ja? Aber, I am a proper boy, you'll need to buy me dinner first before you seduce me, next time."

You laughed, shaking your head. You turned and left before you tried to stay longer, leaving Edward to chuckle at the door.

"Till next time, fraulein."

~

This fic on Ao3

All fics (Ao3)

I'd appreciate it if you left kudos!

[nomagicartz]

Pleaseeee tell us more about your TC lore :3c it's been a delight to see old mc art in this day and age and the middleschooler in me is having a blast

cracks my knuckles . chat ur in for a long one and this is just basics

TC lore okay basics . world works like if minecraft and real life were combined . game things yknow . think mcsm .

World is split up into three sections, the main lands (occupied by players), the oceans (occupied by various aquatic races), and the farlands (occupied by elves), as seen here,

Elves are quite uncommon in the main lands ! Most fled to the farlands when notch ascended to godhood or whatnot

TC's story mainly takes place in the main lands !

got that cool okay now for actual tc things

TC is a sort of special group sent on various missions to keep the main lands safe. Sometimes they are in battles and sometimes theyre just off to go meet some king or smth

For a majority of the story, several aquatic nations are at war with many land kingdoms. The war started right after a major virus outbreak (zombie infection if you will, taken from Endstone and the older Truemu stories)

Okay time for the actual team in . Almost oldest to youngest order (Except for ssun and husky)

Ssun is the 'leader' of tc, being the second eldest and the one with the most combat knowledge. He's pretty against anyone else going on combat missions, this guy is a boydad . Unfortunately his eyes are sensitive to light, so hes rockin shades all the time to help

Husky is the healer, being the eldest he prefers to be out of direct combat. They're the glue that keeps the team from falling apart, being the one that has the braincell .

Mitch is the best up front fighter for the team! He's literally coded to be a fighter, and good lord does he get even better once he gets his fancy sword (as seen in the Warzone music video). He is the one token straight, and is very brutal with his words

Jerome is the second best fighter ! He is a heavy hitter, switching between an axe and a mace for fights ! hes the family dog and weighted blanket /j

Sky is the second team 'leader', despite his lack of braincells, hes pretty good at quick thinking! They keep the morale up and often is the "face man" ! this guy just fucking rocks shades for no reason . adhd central pt 1 over here

Ty is. well . hes there. Hes there to look good and to chew gum and hes all out of gum /j (Ty and sky are a package deal)

Jason ! He's the mechanic (and the dj)! Fuckin guy made his own spacesuit and weapons ! Everyone else out here using swords and bows this guy is using literal guns ! His suit doubles as mobility aids (Specifically his lower half, his boots / leg pads have support and compression sleeves built in :]) adhd central pt 2

Seto ! this guy is the youngest of the team, often put outside of combat both because hes not built for it and Ssun will not let a kid fight. He uses his magic to help defend and distract the enemy! this fuckin guy is autistic as hell, but thats okay his spinterest in magic and elven history helps alot

okay time for out of context fun facts that i may expand on more later someone remind me to do that

there are two types of players, born and spawned (Age is based on body age, not how long one has been conscious), all mobs and elves are born, but not all players are spawned (or human)

Jason, sky, ty and seto are all under the trans umbrella ! Trans rights and wrongs

Jason was trapped in space for 4 going on 5 years . its where he taught himself how to build suits (Even with many failure)

Ty is somehow the most mentally stable team member

no one here is fully human. the one closest to being fully human is like . Jason i think

They r one big happy family chat trust me

[cro-gremlin]

Okay so with the Murder Drones finale out- AU concept idea: Sweet Tooth×Murder Drones.

⚠️ AKA Cro rambles about AU, so- you've been warned! ⚠️

The solver instead of only having a few inheriting hosts, the entire new generation of workers have it in their code- but for the most part, it is dormant. When the Disassembly Drones arrived all of the lil' pill bots/baby workers, had the solver no longer as dormant- but none of the parents are aware of the (virus??) Solver re-writing all the codes in the babies.

Fast Forward to present/Teenage years of Uzi and all the other drones her generation, the parents are all aware of what was happening now... but no one knows EXACTLY what, bc why do all the kids have animal features?!

And that's where the solver comes in, since we know it can generate and create biological(did I word that right?) matter- such as Zombie drone wings and tails.

I'd imagine that the main bunch of students that are focused are these types of hybrids:

Uzi: Crow or Bat (obvious reasons)

Lizzy: Clouded Leopard

Thad: either Cheetah or German Shepherd

Doll: Gyrfalcon (ty @forgetful-nightmares-stuff for the suggestion, was blanking on an idea for her)

And last but not least, THE DISASSEMBLY DRONES

N: Alaskan Husky (despite him having golden retriever energy)

V: Snow Leopard OR Painted Wolf (There is NO inbetween)

J: Hyena

Also, thoughts on Nori having slightly goat akin eyes (since she was one of the few that carried the code.)- Khan didn't question it... OH and the sickness that happens in Sweet Tooth, H5G9? It's fast spreading rust in this Universe, which the solver hosts are surprisingly immune to [includes Nori and any parents who had not as dormant solver code, but it still hurts them like nothing else the longer they have it.] The Kids can't contract the rust, so... angst about losing parents :] (*cough cough* again...)

That's all I have so far, but I have to get started on art for this- even if it's not the greatest, but hey whatever it takes to get more people to watch Sweet Tooth [psst- go watch it, it's on Netflix, and it's been lacking a decent fandom since release: 2021]

[pipnchips202]

based off of the post @goldenqingxin made about dark jason grace — jason vs. akhlys, ft. leo & piper (with the TINIEST hints of valgrace if you really overanalyze it. it’s like, one line.) i had house of hades open while writing this just to confirm the events; the first part starts at page 355, but i skipped to 362. hope you like it! fyi — this is very rushed. i wrote it in about an hour and a few minutes. enjoy, and all constructive criticism is very welcome.

—

Jason didn’t know what to think.

His brain was clouded with the fumes and the air of the place, and it just kept getting worse the more they walked; he felt like a zombie, mindlessly following the poisonous plants sprouting wherever Akhlys walked. It would’ve been better if Bob was there, if they hadn’t been made to leave him because he “cannot take this path”. He was good for emotional support. So was the Skeleton Kitten.

But now, they were heading right to the Death Mist, lead by the misery goddess, who was probably going to kill them because she wanted to see them in misery, too. Predictably so.

He felt his movements getting slower as they trudged on. His vision was getting weird; the ground seemed to be moving up and down, the sprouting plants looked to be swaying in that dizzying way, and his eyes kept switching focus like a rather annoying phone camera.

It’s not like he would feel any better if they left, because they would still be in Tartarus, but at least leaving would mean going back to where Bob was. Jason wanted to run back, run as far as he could and never look back — not until a hellish monster clawed into him and he’d die. Where would he go, even, if he was killed here? He just wanted to go back up. To land. To camp.

But he couldn’t do that. His arms felt glued to nothingness. Besides, he couldn’t leave Piper and Leo. Gods, Piper and Leo. They weren’t handling Tartarus well at all, no matter how much they tried to hide it. If there was a way he could send them back up and just let him close the doors, he’d do it. Leo wouldn’t stop blaming himself for what happened ever since they fell. Piper had to keep reminding him that she and Jason chose to fall with him. Jason frequently thought of telling Leo he wasn’t going to lose him again, but always decided against it.

Finally, they arrived; the fog dissipated as they stopped on a peninsula over a pitch-black void. Jason wondered what it would if be like to fall in it.

“Here we are.”

—

He fell to the ground. His throat felt like it was closing in on itself. Everything felt dry. He wanted to yell, to tell Piper and Leo to run, to live. But he couldn’t.

“You will feed the eternal darkness,” Akhlys said. “You will die in the arms of Night!”

He could hear Piper yelling his name, but it felt so far away, she felt far away — Leo was yelling for Akhlys, trying to distract her, but her focus was entirely on the child of Zeus, the one who insulted her power, called her a minor goddess, and (stupidly) tried to electrocute her before remembering he was in hell — the sky couldn’t help him here.

The poison continued to spread across the ground. Jason thought of what Percy would do if he were here — could Poseidon kids control other liquids? It was really too bad Jason wouldn’t live long enough to test that with Percy.

Something clicked in his head. Fumes were air, weren’t they? The gears — gears, like the ones Leo used all the time, back in camp — started turning in his head. If he could control air, why not fumes?

Jason took a deep breath and coughed — Gods, the air made his throat rough and his voice painfully husky — he could see Akhlys open her mouth, clearly ready to insult him, ready to tell him that he was hopeless, to remind him that he was about to die — but before she could do that, Jason sent the poison fumes straight into her nostrils, causing her to snort and take a step back.

What did this freakish lady need to breathe, anyway? He could choke her with her own air. Her own poisonous, downright acidic air that she’d made him and his friends breathe in, that Jason saw Piper and Leo look like actual fucking corpses in — sights he’d never be able to erase. Gods, fuck this woman.

Her mouth remained agape as she wheezed, unable to speak. Jason forcefully filled her system with the air and stopped her from breathing it out. He stopped her from exhaling.

He forced himself to get up off the ground as he continued to withhold Akhlys’ body from expelling the poison air. He thought of how angry he was that they were there; how angry he was that Piper and Leo had to be there — they should’ve been back at camp, enjoying life. That the doors of death even had to be closed in the first place, the fact that they were opened — that probably wasn’t her fault, but she was Misery — she probably enjoyed all the misery she gave them. Jason was just returning it.

He wanted the poison to turn all her insides to mush. He wanted to see her rot more than she already disgustingly was. He wanted to see her stop simply looking like a corpse and actually become one.

“Jason!” Piper yelled. He couldn’t see her, but he sensed something in her voice — “Jason, stop!”

It wasn’t charmspeak. It was desperation.

He glared at Akhlys one more time before allowing her to exhale, watching as she collapsed , her milky white eyes staring up at him in horror.

“Leave!” He commanded, and the goddess scrambled immediately as she ran away. She wailed along the way, but her voice was still hoarse.

Jason finally turned to Piper and Leo, taken aback by their faces. Piper’s eyes were wide and looked like they would’ve been crying had she allowed them to. Leo’s were just pure horror. Jason didn’t like it.

“What — what the fuck?” Leo stared at him in fear, and his voice wavered.

“Jason, don’t…” Piper took a shaky breath. “Please.”

“I’m sorry.” He wasn’t. But the last thing he wanted was another thing for his friends to be scared of.

[tparker48]

Request for Zombie-Husky-Blog

Santa Monica was open for the summer as Diego took a trip downtown. His friends were waiting for him on the beach, sending him pictures of the waves as they crashed at the shore. "Those waves look great, wonder how big they are in person?"." He asked himself, looking out the window where a wall filled his view.

It stretched to the corner of the street, the sandy plain shining further ahead as the ocean waves battered the shore, people scattered like dots as umbrellas planted into the sand. Looks like the whole town's here, this should be fun.

He heard a groan as the driver turned to the side road, trucks blocking the way as their signals turned to a parking lot. "What the hell are trucks doing here?! Don't they know its a public road." The driver groaned. "Sorry guy, but I'm afraid I'll have to drop you off here."

"Thank you for the ride, I'll take it from here."  Diego said, opening the car door to step out onto the sidewalk. He waved to the driver, before moving along the white wall. The beach must be of high demand today, he'd never seen so many cars in one place, let alone trucks.

A slope ended at the corner of the wall, cars lined up along the street as they stretched to a parking lot, trucks of many sizes filling them as drivers got out.

He's not getting in that way, the waves would be gone before he even set foot there. To the right of him, Stairs connected to a crosswalk, a trolley booth resting just along the side of the sandy path. It was a couple minutes shorter, but it was better than walking down toward the public entrance. He made his way down the stairs and waited at the booth, sitting along the bench as the sandy path stretched for a mile.

He sat there and he texted on his phone, letting Hank and the others know he was just around the corner. It wouldn't be long before he could feel the warm water between his toes. 

Whistling rang from the air, a shadow blocking the sunlight from the glass window. He turned around to see a man standing above, a red cap placed on his head as a leaf logo stuck out in the front.

"Man oh man, it's hot as the desert out here. Got me working up a sweat." The man said.

Diego looked around, trying to find where he came from. "Can I help you?"

"Can you help me?" The man asked, curling his chin as he eyed him. "Well that depends in what way. You got transportation?"

"No. I'm waiting for the bus."

"Well I guess that answers my question, I was taking the bus myself."

"I see.." Diego said, smiling nervously as he looked at his phone. He wasn't in the mood for small talk, the sooner the bus came, the sooner he could hang out with his friends.

The man shifted as he moved toward the bench. Sitting down, the end of the metal board caved as Diego went airborne, landing on the man's round gut. "Sorry bout' that," He chuckled. "I don't seem to know my own weight nowadays."

Diego stammered as he retreated back to the bench, the damp sweat coating the man's tank top soaking into his clothes. The heck's up with this guy? "Hehe..right. Well you can have the seat, I can just-"

The bench rocked before tilting upward, Diego cushioning against the man as a meaty arm wrapped at his shoulder.

"Aw, don't give up your seat for little old me. The name's Rago, I'm a visitor in this here parts."

"Diego.." He grunted. "As much as I enjoy getting hugs, Rago, I would very much like to not be this close."

"Oh I think you and I are going to be more acquainted. I haven't eaten at all since I got off the truck, and you seem like a decent little treat."

Diego blinked upon the statement. "Hehehe..you mean the food at the beach right?"

"No.." Rago said, the hand along his shoulder pulling him close. "I mean you. I've been looking for potential preys, but the lot here are way too big to swallow. But you, I'd say you're the perfect size. At least with a few adjustments."

Diego felt his heart start to race, tugging the other way to release himself from Rago's grasp. Pulled closer, he felt a rumble as it vibrated his side, looking to Rago's stomach before looking up to his face.

"Purr's nice doesn't it? Just wait until you see the inside, it's gonna be-"

Diego elbowed Rago's side, a grunt escaping from him before he jumped off the bench. "Fuck the bus! You're talking way too much crazy for me to just sit here!" He yelled. Walking as he looked at the distant people along the shoreline.

"No problem, you go ahead and enjoy your time at the beach." Rago said. "It'll make for a good last experience before you're inside me." 

Diego  walked faster, turning into a sprint as he ran for the beach. He's gotta get away from this mad man. There's now way he's serious about eating him. But it didn't matter, the threat alone was enough to keep him running, adrenaline filling his legs to carry him to the far destination.

A mile away from the bus top, Diego stopped as he relaxed along the entrance of the building, sluggishly walking inside while he stopped to take a breath. He lost him, hopefully that was the last time he saw him.

A palm struck along his shoulder, startling him as he turned around. It was Hank, along with the others as they held their boards. "There you are man, We've been waiting for ya all day." Hank said.

"Sorry, had a bit of an issue while waiting for the bus."

"Huh, well certainly picked the time to take it, the sun's getting pretty hot out there" one of his friends said.

"But it's making the waves bigger!" the other chimed in.

He almost forgot about the waves, perhaps that would set his mind straight. "Well what are we waiting for , let's get surfing!" 

Hank and the others cheered among themselves, grabbing their boards before they went toward the water. Diego followed along, looking back to the entrance and toward the long pathway. Snap out of it, he wouldn't try anything in a crowd like this. Just relax, and have fun at the beach. Taking a breath, he moved forward as he grabbed his board, letting the hot sand between his toes draw his attention as he went to the ocean.

Waves washed in from the distance, Diego paddling toward them as the watery hill began to rise. He turned his board toward the beach, getting to his feet as the waves began to crust. He bent his knees as a funnel formed overhead.  The water turned navy blue as the sides turned brighter against the sun's glow, sparkling as they trickled to the rest of the body of water.

"That's what I'm talking about!" He shouted, placing a hand into the warm water as he moved out of the tunnel, and looked back to the others. Hank swayed on his board from a wave just near the shore, the other two surfing on another further out as they waved to him. "Looks like they're catching some good waves over there. I think I'll join them and-"

Whistling pierced the air, Diego'sbody freezing as he turned toward the shore. Crowds scattered along the beach, Swimmers splashing in the water while others relaxed beneath their umbrellas. Scanning the shoreline, a familiar face looked his way as he waved. He pointed at him before a hand reached for his gut, messaging over it slowly as he licked his lips.

Diego's heart started to pace, his breath heightening as his eyes never left their sight. "He's here?.." He muttered.

"Diego!" Hank yelled.

He turned around toward him. To the right, a wall of water rushed toward him, snapping him out of his trance as he slapped at the water to move, but was swept by its flow. He flew to the top of the crust, slamming into the water as he spun in place. When the water's strength loosened, he dragged his feet along shallow water, gasping as he got to the surface. He looked toward the shoreline for the man, eying the gap between the umbrellas where he saw him, but found nothing. "Where..where did?.."

"Diego!" Hank called for him, parking his board before he walked to him. "Are ypu alright? You hit that wave pretty hard?"

"Yeah..yeah I'm fine." He replied, making his way out the water. "Just a little light headed is all." 

**********************************************

Hank brought Diego over to one of the lounging chairs, adjusting the umbrella above while he got settled. "You should be fine here bud, We'll get you some more towels to dry you off."

They went off towards the storage room, disappearing intonthe locker room before crowds swarmed his view. Diego remained in the chair, head to the sky as his mind raced. He's somewhere around the beach, how the hell did he find me? He turned to the left and looked at the passing crowd, looking to their heads for the of his pursuer.

His eyes stung from the sun, clutching the umbrella as he moved it overhead. "Ugh this sun isn't helping one bit."

"Diego?" A waiter called, moving from chair to chair as they asked people sitting down. "Diego?"

"Yes? May I help you?" He asked.

"Ah, there you are. We have your order for you" the waiter lowered to Diego's side, placing a tray of a Cheeseburger with a drink and a frie.

"But I didn't order anything."

"It was a special request from someone you is what they wanted me to tell you." She said. "He also said to give you this note."

Diego was hesitant to reach for it. But he grabbed it and opened. "You took quite the wipeout out there, sweet dessert." It read. "Don't go passing out before I get to eat you. Treat yourself to some food on me, it's the least I can do before you're swimming in mine. Heart: Rago.

Diego's palm shook, dropping the note into the sand. He placed the tray into the waiters lap before he ran across the shoreline. She called to him, but her voice softened as he darted into the crowd. Umbrellas knocked into his body, the sand beneath him sinking as he nearly tripped into others. But he readjusted when he got to the wooden platform of the Beach, Restaurants and booths scattered around as he rides were active deeper within.

He has to find Hank and the others, before Rago gets to him first. But where does he go?

A figure brushed behind him, his body jolting as he swung at it. "Woah hey!" A man said, ducking beneath his stretch. "What where you're hitting!"

Diego reconciled, apologizing before he ran further into the area. His head started to hurt again, holding a hand to the air as he moved into shade. "This sun's getting on my nerves. How am I supposed to find Hank if I can't even think straight."

Whistling pierced through the air, carried by the wind as the rides followed it.

Diego looked behind to the alley way, but nothing was there. Where's it coming from? Is he in one of the buildings? Or in the walls?

 The whistles grew louder, heavy steps clicking toward him. In a panic, he ran deeper into the Alley way, scanning the windows for any sign of movement. He saw a shadow from.the corner of his eye, but didn't look back as he turned he ran.

He tripped around the corner, noticing a bathroom to his left as he darted inside. Closing the door, he catched his breath, clenching his chest to urge his heart to stop beating. 

Whistling returned, steps growing louder before a shadow casted beneath the door frame.

Diego held his breath, covering his mouth as he listened to the steps click past. When they grew softer, he held it for a bit longer, slowly lowering his hand before silence followed. Was..was he gone? He leaned off the door, his hand pulling out his phone to text Hank a message.

The door kicked open, knocking Diego to the ground as he slid to the far wall.

Rago laughed as he filled the frame. "Did you think the little bathroom trick would work? Sorry little treat, but prey before you have already tried that." He said. "And failed doing so."

Diego massaged at his back, getting to his knees as he eyed Rago. He leapt forward toward the door, using the wall to push himself between his legs. 

A snag dragged on his ankle, a fist clenching at it before his body hoisted off the ground, and Rago's gut filled the view.

"Oh no, you're not getting out that way." Rago chuckled, closing the door before locking it.

Diego dangled as Rago walked to the walls, the cold tile meeting his back. "What do you want from me?!"

Rago smirked, leaning forward as the gut smothered into his face. Its surface was like dough, his flesh molding his face deep as musky skin coated his nostrils. "I already told you what I want. You, nice and tucked inside my gut. Ooo, I can hardly wait to feel you kicking in there."

Rago's weight shifted as the wall leaned closer, his bubbled flesh covering Diego's nose before covering over his mouth. He placed a palm along the side of the belly, hoisting the thick muscle off, but barely as it bumped to the side of his face.   "You expect me to believe I'm going there! Your mouth's barely big enough to fit my head in, let alone my shoulders!"

"You're right, it would be difficult to swallow you as you are. Fortunately, I have the perfect solution to that.." He paused for a moment, clenching his fist as a numbing sensation traveled through Diego.

It quickly expanded, racing up his body like electricity before warmth replaced it. Rago's gut seemed to be growing bigger, its round form climbing over his face like a balloon. But the bathroom was getting wider too, the ceiling zooming out before more flesh replaced it. Rago wasn't getting bigger, he was getting smaller!

The sensation quickened, Diego’s size taken away with each pulse that traveled through his body. He became smaller as his head fell into the funnel of the belly button, Rago's palm flattening as the rest of his body was encased within its flap. The flesh was as tight as a truck tire, Gurgles lingering deep inside.

"Much better." Rago said, a sense of smugness added behind it. His belly moved from the walls, compacting against Diego as it gummed at his body. "Aww look at that, my belly button’s chewing on it’s snack. I should take a picture."

A finger prodded at his back, swirling around his body like a brush against wet paint before he smothered him deeper. Receding, fingers plucked at Diego’s leg as he was brought up to Rago's face. This must be a dream, it has to be!

His tongue drawed out,  a smirk drawing from the corner of his face as he wet his lips. His maw opened heavily, a heated fog flowing into Diego as the large tongue greeted him with a lick. It was warm, slimy as it dragged across his torso.

 There was no doubt about it, this wasn't a dream at all, but rather, a nightmare.

Another lick struck his torso, dragging him slowly from the back of the tongue before the tip flicked at his head. Rago huffed as he suckled on his tongue, swallowing before he hovered Diego over head. "Any last words, sweet dessert?"

Diego's mind began to race, gazing at the abyss inside the massive cavern. He was about to be eaten, by the hands of some stranger he just met. When the fingers shook at his body, he reacted as he pounded at the thick digits. "Let me go!"

Rago’s smirk grew wider, a chuckle escaping from him. "Very poor choice of words."

 Rago's fingers let go, Diego now airborne as he fell front first along the tongue. It was like a slide, hastening him down with quick speed. He tried to cling to it, but saliva coating it made his fingers tip too slick to gain friction. When the gullet approached, he reached for the dangling uvula above, clinging to it for dear life.

The tongue rose, raking him off with a swipe as he yelled for help.

Glrrk!

**********************************************

Rago stood in the middle of the bathroom, focusing on Diego sliding into his gullet like a grape. "Not too bad, Diego, you taste pretty good." He commented.

He took slow gulps as his throat jiggled rhythmically, a small lump extruding from the middle of his neck before it descended into his collar bone. Wriggling came from his stomach, swirling around walls like a fish in a bowl before a breath compressed it. He stood pridefully as he gazed at his stomach, little hills of flesh nudging outward, but were buried too quickly. "Hmph, I go out of my way to shrink you and you can;t even make a bulge at that size. That's not gonna fly.."

He arched his fingers into a circle, widening its gap as movement stirred inside. His stomach expanded an inch, swelling as he watched its round edge  push out from beneath his chest. Muffles started to form, a faint outline of a hand bulging out from his gut, a small face poking out from it before Rago smothered it with a palm.

“There, now I can hear ya loud and clear." He smiled, rubbing his belly in firm strokes, sloshing resonating inside as Diego shouted. A ring suddenly sounded through the room, a shining light below where a phone stuck out from the sink. "What have we here?"

He picked up the phone and looked at the screen, already unlocked as a text appeared below. "Where are you man? We can't find you at the chairs." It read.

"So you have some friend's." He said, his smile returning. "Well this just got interesting. I've got some time to kill before I depart, so let's say we pay them a visit." 

He opened the door and left for the beach, taking Diego's phone as he texted Hank back. 

It was gonna be a while before he was scheduled to leave, so he decided to take a tour of the place and grab some food. He sat down at a burger restaurant as he sat in one of the booths. It was a tight squeeze to get through the thin gap, but snug enough to let him enjoy the company of his now captured prey. 

"Hello sir, what would you.." The waiter paused as they looked at his belly, Rago looking down himself as a palm pushed out from his belly. 

“Pay no mind to that. It's just a tattoo I got there" he winked. “I'd like a triple cheese burger with a large shake, make it thicc for me."

The waiter pondered to themselves as they held their pen, writing down his orders before they moved away.

"I made you a promise didn't I? I said I was gonna have you swimming in the food you ate. Since you discarded your own, I don't mind sharing mine."

A bell rang from the door, three guys entering as one of them looked at their phone, their gaze meeting Rago's as they approached. So these must be Diego's friends. Scrawny bunch, wouldn't be good for tooth picks.

"Are you Rago?" Henry asked.

"The one and only.." he tipped his cap. "And you must be Diego's friends. Hank wasn’t it?"

"You said you found Diego’s phone in the bathroom, where did he go?"

Stirring moved from his gut, Rago playing it off as he placed his arm on top of it. "I don't know, I only saw him enter. But I can help you find him. I saw where he went."

"Where?"

"We'll get to that. But first.." He extended a hand to the air, the waiter gave him a tray and he brought his food to the table. "Papa needs some grub. Think you can spot me?"

Hank eyed him upon the request, but agreed as he handed the waiter the money.

He smiled at the gesture, extending a hand towards the opposite side of the booth, Hank obliged as the others sat down with him. "Your friend seemed to be running from someone, he ran past me when he went to the bathroom." Rago said.

"Who?"

Rago paused as he picked up his burger, biting it to the middle before he pulled back to chew. With a heavy swallow, it moved at a snail's pace as it traveled to his stomach, upsetting Diego as he mushed around the meaty contents.. "It was someone big, and very good looking I must say. But I Didn't get much else." He sipped at his shake, slouching back as his gut compressed into the table. "All I know is that he was in a hurry to get away. And with that-"

His stomach jolted forward, sliding the booth table toward Diego's friend. Pinching his fingers, he leaned forward as he pulled the table back, and his belly shrunk. "Sorry about that, been having hiccups since a snack earlier." 

"Listen, I get that you want to dine first, but we have a friend we have to find. Now if you know where he is, please tell us so we can help him."

Quick and to the point, this'll be interesting. Rago chuckled before he got up from his chair, stuffing the rest of his burger into his mouth before he grabbed his shake. "Alrat, then we batta na was ma time" he garbled, swallowing the last of his burger. "It'll kill some time before I leave town." 

He ushered them to follow as he exited the Restaurant. Taking off to the far alley where he ate-..found Diego.

He took them toward the bathroom, recently used as the door held open. He told them that there was a tussle inside, but he didn't get to see who. It happened so fast, that by the time he got there, all.that was left was the phone.  Taking them toward the beach, he guided them back to his seat and told him when he started to run. But it appears that wasn't enough to convince Hank.

"This doesn't make any sense, Diego said he saw someone big and heavy, and all the descriptions you gave us have been off."

He was perceptive, he'll give them that. "I swear to you, those are all the places I remember him going. On my life as A truck driver."

"That's  good enough!" Hank yelled. His fist shaking as his breath grew heavy. Another friend approached, placing a palm along his shoulder as he calmed down. "S-sorry..I just want to know where he is."

Rago struggled to hold back as Diego stirred within, if only he knew just how close he was, Hidden away by his fat. "Listen, I get what you're saying, but those are all the places I know he went. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll radio some fellow truckers to see if they'll find him."

"That..would be helpful. Thank you Rago."

He held back his grin, wiping at the side of his face. "Sure."

He made his way to the staircase along the side of the beach, trucks parked along the walls as they faced the street. Rago went toward a red one that sat beneath a tree, opening the driver's side as he got in. He fiddled with the radio, messing with the knob as static rang through the truck before he looked at Hank and the others below. 

"Sorry I couldn't help much in finding your friend, the old noggin' doesn't work like they used to."

"We're sure we'll find him. We just gotta keep looking."

Yeah.."  Rago said, turning the ignition on. "You know, now that I think of it, there is one place we haven't checked for him." Rago said.

“Really? Where?”

He pointed at his chest as he hunched over the edge of the window, Gagging as he heaved at his stomach. Hank stared as he and the other two stepped back, cautious in case he threw up. But Rago only smirked, the awaiting lump in his throat returning before it pushed into his mouth. "Aaah!" He opened his mouth, chewed bits of burger scattered upon the tip of his tongue.  And on top, would be Diego, covered in melted ice cream as it spilled over his back.

"Diego?" Hank's eyes widened.

"Hank! Hank, you have to help me! Don't let him-" Diego's voice was cut off, the food covered tongue splatting against him as it reeled back into his mouth. Rago tilted his head back, an outline of Diego gliding along his neck, before he disappeared into his body.

Rago belched, pounding at his chest. “Man that hit the spot. He's almost as spicy as that burger." He chuckled, leaning into his seats as he pulled the lever on the wheel. "Thanks for paying the food boys." He waves to them, rolling up the window before the truck departed.

He looked in the corner mirror to them, their shocked expression froze on their face before they disappeared behind the butt of the truck. "Your friends were almost as gullible as you are Diego." Rago commented, widening his finger as his stomach grew.

A hand extended out from his gut, pushing as hard as it can as if it tempted to pop it. "Hank! guys!"

"Your friends won't help you here. They're still back in the parking lot. It's just you and me now, little treat." Rago said.

Diego muffled from inside his prison, his gut dancing as bulges ringed around it. Rago only moaned, hugging at his gut with an arm as he heaved it close. "Don't worry, you may not be seeing them again, but you're gonna meet a lot more on the road. Chicken, green peas, and of course good old mash potatoes.” he chuckled. “They're even close by, just within the mile."

"You can't keep me in here!"

"Of course I can." Rago soothed through voice, his stomach rebounding as he let go of it. "After all, you're part of my belly now."

He pressed his foot on the gas, the truck purring before the wheels began to squeak. And so he went on about his day along the road, his mouth watering for more food to eat as food raced on his mind. But it was nothing compared to his now permanent guest, safe and tucked in his stomach to aid in his boredom.