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he's on base just for a couple of days; that's what he told you. your new boyfriend and his mysterious, big-boy job that keeps his lips sealed shut about work and his nails constantly bit down to a painful-looking length.
it's the same job that keeps his face hidden; the same job that allowed it to get taken in the first place—peeled back layer by layer until he was so grotesque, the cotton became second skin.
Sixteen years without our prophet of doom 💔💚
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⋆。‧˚ The hottest tears you’ve ever cried Pt 2.
Smut! M receiving! F receiving! Praise kink!
Prof!alex turner x Prof!reader
Pt 1: The hottest tears you’ve ever cried ☆
Your eyes met his lustfully, you broke your gaze by looking down at his lips missing the feeling and taste of them. Alex took that as his cue and leaned in…
Your mind wanted you to back away and tell him this wasn't a good idea but your body needed him so badly. In the time you had been apart you constantly ached for the feeling of his body against yours. You stared at his lips for a second having an internal argument with yourself. You knew it was a bad idea but god you wanted it so badly.
You leaned in, locking his lips with yours. His tongue teased the entrance of your lips as if he was asking to enter them , you parted your lips slightly letting his tongue enter your mouth. He moved his hand down your back ,His long fingers traced down your spine leaving a cold shock with every bump they passed over before he moved down to your waist and pulled your hips flush against his, you gasped against his lips. The slight friction sent an electric feeling through your body , one that you hadn't felt in awhile.
Your hand found its way up to his hair and tangled itself in his thick brown locks while he slowly moved down your back to your hip , his index finger traced the lace of your panties tugging on them slightly. You lifted your hips up just enough so he could slide them off.
His hand slid up your thighs lightly squeezing it before sliding in between them close to your wetness.
“I missed you.” he whispered, rubbing his middle finger on your clit. You whimpered as you had not felt that sort of sensitivity for too long. He kissed your neck and sucked on it ever so gently. You pressed your head against the pillows and bit your lip as if you were trying to resist moaning.
“let me hear you i missed how you sound” that was all you needed; you let out a loud moan that echoed through the quietness of your home.
“there we go let me hear it all, beautiful” you let out another strangled moan. He pumped his fingers in and out of you a few times curling them so he could hit your g-spot perfectly.
He pulled his finger away and licked off your mess before gently pushing you on your back. He sat up and shifted himself between your legs. He pressed his wet lips against yours.
“I missed this, I missed us” His eyes locked with yours. If your body wasn't hot before it sure as hell was hot now.
“I missed us too” he nodded in response and paused to look at you for just a moment longer before dipping down under the covers. His head found its way between your thighs and his hands gripped onto them.
His tongue gently licked and circled your clit. You tangled your fingers into his hair once again pushing his head into your heat. He pulled away slightly and pushed the blanket from over his head. His lips formed into a gentle smirk
“Patient , darling.” He said before he dipped his head back down.
He licked up and down your folds taking pauses every few seconds to suck on your clit. His long tongue circled your hole, wetting it even more than it already was. The back of your head pressed into the pillow so hard you felt as though you were going to become a part of it. One of his hands released your thigh and found its way between them. His index finger and middle replaced his tongue curling inside you.
You felt the pressure in your abdomen build up as he pumped his fingers faster. Breathy moans left your lips. He kissed you gently along your v line.
“Come on pretty let go for me” he looked up at your now sweaty face. You looked into his eyes as the pressure in your abdomen became nearly unbearable. You let out one more high moan before a wave of euphoria hit you and you began to clench around his fingers. You threw your head back into the pillow and tried to catch your breath.
He pumped his fingers inside you slowly a few more times helping you ride out your high before he pulled them out. You immediately felt empty without them. He sat up on his knees looking down at you.
“Well look at that… so messy,” he teased. you raised your head from the pillow and glanced down at yourself. It was true you were a sweaty disheveled wet mess but honestly you couldn't care any less.
You chuckled at the state of yourself. After your laughter died down you looked up at Alex who stared at you with the most loving look in his eyes. Alex did truly miss you; he missed your smile , your laugh , the way you looked at him , your body even if it wasn't in a sexual way he still missed it. He missed everything about you and you missed everything about him.
The bittersweet moment was short lived when you managed to tear your eyes away from him and saw the bulge that had been growing his pajama pants. Your hands crept up his thigh. He watched your movements carefully. You pressed your palm onto the imprint of his hardening cock. His breath hitched. You rubbed on it slowly giving him just enough friction before you pulled back.
“Get up, take your pants off,” You demanded.
“Yes ma’am” He smirked, amused by your demanding tone.
He untangled himself from you and stood up next to the bed. He took off his shirt first then slowly took off his pajama pants and boxer briefs leaving him in his birthday suit hardened cock and all. He took a step closer, clearly headed back to his old position.
“No, stay there.” You stuck your hand out in protest. He stopped in his tracks and waited for your next instruction. You tossed your legs over the edge of bed and pulled him in by his hips so he stood right in front of you.
Your bed was just low enough so that your head sat nearly perfectly aligned with his crouch.
You wrapped your hand around his hardened cock and stroked it gently. The sensitive feeling made him gasp. He grabbed your shoulder as if he was seeking support.
You pressed a kiss on his tip before gently licking off his precum. You parted your lips and wrapped them around his tip before you pulled away slowly releasing his cock with a ‘pop’ sound. You stroked it once more a bit slower this time because you really wanted to tease him.
He hissed.
“Don't be a tease darling please…” He pleaded with you. He had caught onto your master plan. After all, he was always an exceptionally intelligent man.
You looked up at him and while you wanted to continue your initial plan you couldn't resist those puppy eyes he gave you. You gave his cock a few quick strokes before you wrapped your lips around it once more this time you went further down his shaft. You tucked his length in your cheek the best you could so you wouldn't gag on it.
You bobbed your head up and down but that wasn't enough for Alex. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and guided you at the pace he wanted. He started out gentle before he quicked his pace.
“Fuck…” He groaned.
“You’re doing so good sweetheart”
You hummed in response to his praise. The vibration coming from your throat made him hiss once more.
His pace became more erratic as he gave into the pleasure. He bucked his hips forward which made your eyes widen. A guttural moan escaped his lips. He pulled your head back, a string of spit followed as your mouth released his cock.
“Get on all fours.” His voice was urgent. He was urgent. The type of urgency two horny teenagers who weren't trying to get caught had. He needed you as soon as he could get you.
You fulfilled his request as soon as you could. He stopped and looked at you for a moment admiring your position. Ass up with your back slightly arched. After he snapped out of his brief trance he finally moved. He sat up on his knees behind you.
“So beautiful,” He ran his fingers down your spine. His left hand gripped onto your hip and his right hand soon followed. His grip was hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled your hips back so his dick was just centimeters away from your now dripping cunt. One of his hands went down to cock and stroked it before he slowly inserted it. You moaned and dipped your head down into the pillow.
“Fuck… I missed you.”
He thrusted into you slowly making sure you felt every inch of him.
“Alex…” You moaned out.
“What sweetheart? use your words.”
“Faster..please”
“Good girl.” He pulled out slowly before slamming back into you. The tip of his cock hit your G-spot making you whimper. He repeated the motion getting faster each time until he reached a steady rhythm.
He bent over slightly so his chest was pressed against your back. His hands moved from your hips to your hands.
“God… I missed you so much…” He kissed the back of your neck. He kisses moved up until he reached your ear. He nipped at it gently. You felt the pressure build up in your abdomen.
“Cmon baby cum for me,” He nipped again.
“There we go cmon sweetheart you got it.”
His praise made you come undone right then and there. You gave in and let the euphoria wash over you.
He tried to control his orgasm by slowing down but the feeling of you clenching around him was too much for him to handle.
“Fuck… Oh god…” He moaned into your ear as he chased his own orgasm. His thrust became erratic and soon he spilled into you. You felt his body slightly collapse over you as he gently rode out his orgasm.
You felt his arm wrapped around your waist. He pulled you down onto your side with his now sensitive dick still inside you.
You laid in silence as he spooned you not sure of what to say next.
“I love you.” He whispered
“what?” you knew what he said you just wanted to hear it once more.
“I said I love you y/n.” he said a bit louder.
“I love you too alex.”
OHHHH MY GOOOODDDDDD GODDDDDD IM WET
I love Ghosts Zombie skin, so enjoy this dirty little drabble/idk what it is
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Zombie!Simon 'Ghost' Riley who got bitten mid-apocalypse to save a civvie and now, a year after the entire world has gone to shit, finds another one—you.
You're rummaging through an apartment of a long abandoned apartment complex, going through cupboards and pantries in the kitchen to look for food and rummaging through bathrooms in search of useful medication and supplies. You don't even realize you're boxed in until Zombie!Ghost stands in the doorway of the apartment on the sixth floor of the complex, blocking your only escape.
There's something...odd about this zombie though. He doesn't lunge, doesn't attack, doesn't grunt in wet noises—he just stares, a unmovable wall of muscle and flesh. He's in black gear, a helmet on his head and a white skull mask showing the decay of his face with blood scattered across it. You're frozen in shock as he scrutinizes you, looming in the doorframe a few feet away while you try to come up with a escape plan because there's no way you can take down a heavily armored 6'4ft zombie.
Zombie!Ghost doesn't know how or why, but the infection didn't turn him as brainless as it did others. After he was bitten, his magazine empty and combat knife with the civvie who didn't make it, he broke his own jaw to ensure he couldn't bite and infect anyone—maybe it's that, he guesses. Maybe the virus knows it can't spread with him since he can't close his jaw, leaving most of his brain intact. His flesh is still decaying though—wounds refusing to heal, occasionally still oozing blood and the nerve endings disconnected leaving him painless for it all.
Zombie!Ghost doesn't move, doesn't want to scare you, so he just stares and you stare back. He's thinks it's strange that someone like you is still alive because you look too soft for what the world has turned into, too weak and delicate. Then you move.
It's so sudden and surprising that Zombie!Ghost needs a moment to react with his decaying brain and body before instinct intervenes and makes him move as well. You're bolting out of the kitchen, trying to run down the narrow hallway towards one of the bedrooms. The government might has turned to shit and the military has been mostly wiped out, but Zombie!Ghost still feels the duty of keeping civilians safe heavy on his shoulders.
You're fast as you bolt, he has to admit that, but his legs are longer and eating up the distance faster than yours. At the bedroom door you barely manage to open in time, his arms wrap around you—caging your arms to your body and lifting you a few inches off the ground to stop you from running. You squirm in his hold immediately, trying to trash and wriggle yourself free with terror written all over your face as you brace for a bite that doesn't come. After almost half a minute, you finally stop squirming. Maybe out of exhaustion, maybe because you're realizing he won't bite or rip you apart.
Your breathing his heavy, labored, when you finally turn your head around to Zombie!Ghost who just stares down on you. "You're...not going to bite me or something..?" you try, never having thought you'd try and talk to a zombie. To your surprise, he actually responds—not with words, he probably can't due to the broken jaw, but he grunts low and you take that as a yes.
Slowly he eases his hold, setting your feet back down on the ground. Zombie!Ghost thinks you're going to bolt again, telling himself that this time he'd let you, but you don't. Instead, you eye him with curiosity and stick around.
Zombie!Simon 'Ghost' Riley thinks you're weird for following him around like a loyal dog, for always sticking close to him and asking yes or no questions he can answer—but after a few days, he starts to appreciate you. You even figured out his name by writing into mud with a stick, pointing at each letter of the alphabet a moment and waiting for him to grunt until you got it. He still thinks you're odd for hanging around a zombie, but he also thinks it's nice to not be alone anymore.
There's a unspoken bargain between you. As payback for your company, Zombie!Ghost keeps you safe. He takes out any zombies crossing your path, presses you close to him when you're forced to go through a hoard so his scent covers yours and helps you scavenge supplies.
At first, the lack of loneliness was everything you two needed but now the hunger can't be satisfied with just that anymore—with conversations by a small fire Zombie!Ghost makes for you to stay warm when the two of you settle for a while, with you telling him all about yourself as he just listens. Zombie!Ghost had often wished to have never gotten infected, but now with you around he wishes he wouldn't have been even more so because he can't have you.
And still, the quiet hunger pooling in his dead gut whenever his cold hand pulls you closer or when his arms wrap around you to carry you away from danger because you're running so much slower than him is undeniable—he didn't even know he could still get hard as a zombie, and now his cock is straining painfully against his cargo pants whenever you subconsciously scoot closer to him when you sleep in seek of warmth.
So, Zombie!Ghost starts testing the water against his better judgment. He let's his hand linger on the small of your back, pulls you closer than needed and holds on for longer—you let him. In shelters when he takes night watch like always because he doesn't need to sleep, he invites you to rest your head on his lap with a gesture and you do.
Over time, he slowly grows bolder. He let's his hand travel up and down your body when you rest your head in his lap in seek of sleep, let's his hand rest on your stomach, then your ribs, then your chest. You don't pull away, don't look disgusted despite his body decaying—if anything, you respond well to it. You twitch under his touch, arch into it with a flush on your cheeks. Perhaps the loneliness is making you as desperate as him.
When the two of you camp in an abandoned house for the night, Zombie!Ghost decides to go all in. After reinforcing the doors and windows to make sure the house is secure, he enters the bedroom you decided to sleep in. You're laying on your back, eyes closed and body lax—only acknowledging the opening and closing of the door with a small furrow of your brows.
"Si'?" you call out quietly, but Zombie!Ghost doesn't respond. He steps closer to the bed, looming over you for a few moments and appreciating the view before his hand finds your hip and starts moving lower your thigh before traveling inwards between your legs—you let him.
Zombie!Simon 'Ghost' Riley's gear is abandoned on the floor along with your clothes, his hard cock buried so deep inside of you that his heavy balls rest against your warm flesh. He doesn't move, turning the situation over in his infected head and judging the morality and ethics of it—but then you moan. "Simon...!" you whine a beat later, and all of his doubts crumble.
He pounds into you hard and relentless, your lively warmth wrapped all around his twitching cock that's leaking pre-cum into you while his balls slap against your skin with each snap of his hips. His broken jaw is hanging open, giving no filter to the moans escaping his throat each time he ruts into you while you make the prettiest sounds yourself.
His cold, dead hands roam all over your skin—leaving goosebumps like a dirty snail trail and making you shiver as you take him. Even after you cum once, twice, then a third time Zombie!Ghost can't stop. He needs more, more of your warmth, more of you and those beautiful noises you make while you get drunk on his cock. When you try to squirm away, overstimulate and oversensitive, he pulls you right back like he did countless of times to keep you safe.
Perhaps the virus has found a new way to spread (though he thinks it unlikely). Perhaps Zombie!Simon 'Ghost' Riley can only fill his undead hunger by pounding you into every surface at any time while the world continues to collapse.
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