Hii. I saw the fic you wrote about Dex from zombieverse. I was wondering if you could make another one but smutty. I've seen him in udt so... like something related to him being a soldier. Thank u so much 💓
Hi, of course I can! Thank you for requesting this! I hope you like it.
summary - you end up getting what you wanted after dex pulls you aside.
warning - smut, creampie.
18+ only please, the photo isn't mine (can't find any gifs of him) and the divider by @newlips.
You were fucked.
Definitely fucked and it had nothing to do with the zombies.
Your eyes watched Dex from across the room.
It might’ve had something to do with him… No, it definitely had something to do with him. Why was he so hot? And when you found out he was in the Navy/UDT. You nearly fainted… Literally.
Your eyes widen slightly as he looks your way. You wanted to jump his bones desperately, but it wasn’t the right time. I mean, half of the time you all were running from zombies and also the fact that he might not want you in that way?
You watched as he excused himself from the conversation before pushing off the wall. Dex looks at you again, tilting his head as if indicating that you follow him. You watch as he walks off, leaving the room and you follow, palms sweaty as you exit the room as well. You spot him a few feet away, wondering how he could move so fast, you quickly make your way over.
“Did you need something?” You asked as you stopped in front of him, trying so hard to keep your eyes on his face.
He crosses his arms as he looks down at you. “Yes. Why do you keep looking at me?”
Your eyes widen, cheeks heating up. “Huh? I don’t keep looking at you…”
Dex raises a brow, and you quickly look away. Suddenly you let out a squeal that gets cut short as Dex covers your mouth and pulls you into a supply closet. He pins you against the door when it closes, caging you between his arms with a smirk. “Hmm? That is a lie.”
Your breath hitches as you look up at him, feeling your knees become weak from the position. “N–no…” You swallow.
Dex leans closer, his lips close to yours. “Liar.” He leans away, looking down at you before he suddenly spins you around and presses you against the door again. You gasp, your hands resting flat against it as Dex grabs your hips and pulls your lower half back. “Maybe I should punish you for lying?” He tilts his head, one hand gripping your hip while the other begins to palm your arse.
A whine slips from your lips, forehead resting against the door as your cunt pulses.
“Or…”
“Or what?” You whip your head around, looking at him over your shoulder.
Dex smirks, pressing his bulge against your arse. “Or, you can tell the truth, and I will fuck you.” He grins when your mouth falls open, he can practically feel you throbbing against him.
You contemplated whether you should tell the truth or continue to lie. But this was what you’ve been dreaming of since you met him. You huff, turning your head back towards the door. “Fine… I lied, I’ve been looking at you…”
You moan as Dex slaps your arse. “Good girl.” You feel yourself throb when you hear the sound of a belt buckle being unbuckled, followed by a zipper going down. Dex presses against you as he leans over, his breath hits your ear. “Do you want this?”
You immediately nod, “Yes.” Suddenly your pants are roughly pulled down, body jolting as his hands find their way between your legs and onto your swollen clit. You moan, whining as Dex rubs your clit before he pulls his hand away and wraps it around his hardened cock.
He gives it a few strokes before lining up against your entrance and thrusting inside. Your body presses against the door as he fucks into you, your eyes roll back, and moans begin to fall from your lips before Dex reaches around and covers your mouth. He pulls you up, presses your back against him as he continues to fuck you harder. “Shhh, wouldn’t want anyone to hear, hmm?”
You barely register anything he’s saying, only focused on how good his cock feels inside of you. Your walls flutter and squeeze him, pulling him deeper inside of you. Your hands find their way into his hair, tugging when he thrusts into the sweet spot deep inside of you.
Dex grunts, burying his face into your neck as he presses you against the door. His hips move faster, hands gripping you tighter as you squeeze around him. “Cum for me.” One hand moves between your legs, finding your puffy clit and rubbing it.
You moan against his hand, clenching tighter as you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly. He slams into you one last time before you cum, juices soaking his throbbing cock. Dex grunts, the feeling of your orgasm triggers his own, burying himself deep inside of you before cumming, filling you to the brim.
You whine softly, resting your forehead against the door as you try and catch your breath. Dex removes his hand from around your mouth and moves it to your hair, running his fingers through it. “Maybe next time… I bring a spare uniform.” He groans as you flutter around him, with said uniform now stained with your cum.
So the other day I set out to write a post-canon Animorphs fic, and I ran into a problem three pages in. Your stories have so thoroughly supplanted canon in my mind that I was writing in eleutherophobia Tom without realizing it. But I just reeaaally don’t wanna let go of him. Your writing is so perfect! This is all a rambling way of asking, do you mind if other creators use the world you’ve created for their stories? With credit of course. I’d be honored if I could!
Thank you for asking. I'd be honored if other people used my ideas and character builds with credit!
Also: I just realized last week that apparently I've had my AO3 set to not allow remixes or adding works to collections this entire time. Sorry about that — it was a matter of me not knowing how the settings worked, not an implied (lack of) permission.
Tags: T4T, mlm, there’s zombies so there’s going to be gore
“GET IT!” Cori’s voice echoed through the four floor apartment building, as she and Gabriel ran down the stairs for their dear life. The rooftop plan backfired as soon as they even set foot up there. The door busted open, and within minutes of the two of them were being chased around by those bloodthirsty, brain eating fucks. The undead running after them before they could even take a moment to breathe.
Now, Gabriel is swatting zombies left and right like flies with a rusty metal pipe as Cori follows behind him.
“OH MY GOD, STOP SCREAMING WHEN I AM DOING ALL THE WORK!” Gabriel yelled back, tired and annoyed.
“My four year old cousin swings better than you!"
“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”
“WATCH IT-“ She quickly points to a zombie running his way. And jesus how unlucky they are that those things can run like that. Couldn't they get the slow ones instead? How fucked up IS the universe even?
Gabriel hits it with the pipe. Smashing it hard enough against its skull to damage the brain. Blood splattered out of its head like confetti. Getting it out of the way. “Okay we can argue later. Come on.” And as he turned the corner, there followed a high pitched scream so loud Cori never thought would be possible to come out of a man's mouth.
The young girl cringed at the pathetic display, as she pushed him aside. "What is it? Don't just scream like a little girl, they'll hear- HOLY SHIT!" She soon came to mimic the pitch of the older man's scream as she witnessed the horror. So many more of them. They were practically blocking their own path by falling one on top of the other in the narrow hallway. That at least gives the two some time to find a different exit. Though it was most certainly not a pretty sight to stumble across, given their reactions to it...you could say their panic was valid.
-
Hours have passed, and with much struggle. A lot of sweat, tears…and endless chains of cursing each other out on the way, the two finally made it out of the building.
“Holy shit.” Gabriel mumbled to himself as he pushed past the door that led to the street, taking in on the current sight of their neighbourhood, absolutely unrecognisable.
“Looks straight out of a movie, doesn’t it?” Cori commented, nudging his arm.
“Right..” He sighed. He couln't shake away his worry. Especially now. Ermes..how is he doing? It took Gabriel and Cori nearly an entire day to get out of the building. How long will it actually take to find him…if he even finds him.
“Ew, you look like you’re about to cry, knock it off.” Cori scoffed, pulling his ponytail.
“Wha- OW! YOU BRAT!” Gabriel glared at the young girl, who unknowingly just pulled him out of imagining every worst case scenario regarding his missing husband.
“Oh damn, your hair is soft. Thought it’d be all greasy and nasty.” She exclaimed in mock surprise.
“Why you-“ He yanked her hand off his hair, undoing the ponytail to fix it up again correctly.
He was uncannily quiet for a moment. As he calmly fixed his hair, his eyes softened, his annoyance toward Cori subsiding. A quiet sigh left his lips, and he spoke up finally. His voice just slightly cracking as the words came out. “I promised I’d let him give me a trim today…”
“What was that?” Cori looked at him, confused.
Panicked, he tried to cover up that vunerable moment quickly. “I SAID YOU’RE DUMB AND YOU RUIN MY DAY!”
“You’re tearing up, dude.”
“Shut up-“
“Do you need a hug?”
Silence. Awkward silence. It’s a shock there’s no crickets at this point. Jesus, this is uncomfortable.
“Yes please..” Gabriel finally gave in. Sniffing sharply while trying to keep his tough guy demeanour up, despite already cracking in front of this kid.
