Ughhhh I Love This Zombie Apocalypse Au!!! And Fat Reader??? I'm In Love With This Series

Ughhhh I love this zombie apocalypse au!!! And fat reader??? I'm in love with this series 💗

Into Your Veins- Part I

Ao3

One might think during a zombie outbreak that already being undead would be an advantage. Ghost had also thought so, in the beginning.

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Actually screaming this is the best??? Soap and Gaz are so good together 😫💗

"threesome with ghost and soap" this "threesome with gaz and price" that. mfs i'm thinking about a threesome with soap and gaz!!!!!

warnings: smut! minors dni please! shameless fucking smut. i have no excuses. i'm a fucking slut. shittily proofread. no major warnings. the boys are so sweet ): fem!reader!

imagine leaning against gaz's chest as you lay on the bed. his warm hands caressing your chest, reaching up to hold your jaw as he leans your head to the side so that he can press long, open mouthed kisses against your neck. imagine his other hand holding your hips steady as soap situates himself between your legs.

i know soap would make an absolute mess too. spit dribbling down his chin, constantly smacking his lips like he's actually eating a meal. he would allow you to move your hips, but he'd chase down your clit like it was the only thing he was good for. no matter how much you squirmed or writhed, no one could deny him eating you out

and gaz would whisper constant praises into your ear over your whimpers and groans, because let's be honest, he's enjoying the show. "you're so fuckin' precious, you know that? just listen to yourself, love. i could listen to you all day."

soap stops after making you cum for a second time, and it's only because he's worried about overstimulating you too much. if it were up to him, he'd lay between your legs all damn night. but he pulls away from you and you find his lips smashing against yours, and he's devouring your lips just as hungrily as he had your pussy just moments before. you can taste yourself on him, and your mind goes fuzzy.

"what do you say, love?" gaz asks, his voice rumbling in his chest. "gonna return the favor for him?"

and of course you would, because how could you not when soap was almost as needy as you were? so you pull away from gaz and get on your trembling knees as soap kneels in front of you. his erection looks almost painfully hard, and you can see the precum that coats his tip. you take him in your mouth and soap hisses at the feeling, at finally getting some sort of relief from the pressure that had built inside of him.

"good fuckin' girl," he groans out in praise while gently holding the back of your head. "fuckin' angel, you are."

and gaz can't help himself. not when you're bent forward like that, taking soap in your mouth as well as you were. not with your ass on display for him. he sits forward and rubs his hands over your hips, and moments later you feel the head of his cock press against your soaking heat. you're so wet at that point from your own arousal and soap's spit that gaz almost slides in by accident.

"you can take us both, yeah?" he prompts, but he hardly waits for your muffled response before he's pressing into you.

gaz stretching your cunt out and soap filling your mouth leaves your head spinning, and you feel your body go stiff. but it's okay because the boys don't mind putting in a bit of extra work. soap's hips rock forward, using your mouth as breathy grunts fall from his lips. gaz's hands are all over you as he pounds into you from behind.

another coil grows taut in your stomach, and you feel your legs begin to quiver from pleasure. every single nerve in your body is overloaded from their hands all over you, caressing you, praising you, loving you. everything in you tells you to let go, fall into them, fall into bliss.

soap is the first to finish, but only because he had worked himself up so much eating you out. his hips stutter and the tip of his cock nudges against the back of your throat as he spills himself across your tongue. and like the good girl you are, you drink it up; you would never dream of denying him that pleasure.

while gaz continues as a panting and grunting mess behind you, soap leans back and tilts your head up to look at him. you're out of breath, and spit heavily drips down your chin, and the sight of you only makes him grin.

"look at this," he says, almost as if he was parading you around. "beautiful fuckin' girl."

his words alone are almost enough to get you to finish for a third time, but things get even more intense when he leans down to get closer to you. "gonna be a good girl for gaz? go on. tell him what you want."

bracing yourself more firmly against the bed, you try and push yourself up some, only to slip back down. "i need your cum," you pant out.

"yeah?" gaz taunts.

"yes, please, fuck i need it so bad," you whine.

it's all he needs to hear. each thrust becomes more demanding, ordering your orgasm out of you as if he controlled the very essence of your being. your eyes flutter shut as the pleasure crashes over you, but soap keeps your head up as he whispers sweet nothings, lips brushing against yours.

when gaz finishes, he does it with a few long and forceful thrusts. his cock twitches inside of you as your walls milk him for everything he's worth. eventually he pulls out and you feel your body go limp, absolutely spent.

and god, as if the sex wasn't good enough, the aftercare is top fucking tier. while you all come down from your highs, soap pulls you onto his chest and rests your head right over his heart, and it's thudding in his chest as if he ran a marathon. gaz sits nearby, rubbing gentle lines along your spine as your breathing and heart rate slow back to normal. when you're ready, they get everything cleaned up, sheets, blanket, clothes, and most importantly you. and they don't half ass it with a damp towel, either. no, they're running a bath for you, bubbles, epsom salts and all. they're ensuring you're hydrated with a cool glass of water. hungry? they've already ordered something for delivery. they help you dress and continue to shower you with praises for the rest of the night because you're their sweet girl and you did so well ):

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i don't even want to know how many words this is so i refuse to look it up (: sorry for being a whore on main but! who am i kidding i'm always a whore on main.

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I love learning more about how the base works and how all of the 141 fits in this au!! Also how spunky reader is makes me smile

Into Your Veins- Part II

Ao3 Part 1

Maybe you should have left the farmhouse after his first visit. It would have been the smartest thing to do, probably.

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If you can’t see it, feel it. (JOHNSHI DRABBLE WAHGEGSGGEHD)

A/N: I love these two so much.. been brain rotting about them and my friend recommended I post this.. this is my first time posting on tumblr please be nice womp womp

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“I wish I could see your face.” Kenshi blurts out, arms crossed and face flushed.

“Oh, you are drunk.” Johnny huffs out with amusement, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. 

Kenshi pouts, “No – I mean it. It’s been.. I haven’t seen your face in ages, and I won’t ever be able to..!” He then shifts to further sink himself into the corner of the couch. His hands reach up to grab the blindfold, ripping it off in frustration as if it was an attempt to get his point across.

“I mean.. You are missing out on a pretty handsome face,” the other man laughs, placing an assuring hand on Kenshi’s shoulder as he looks into.. his eyeless eyes. Slowly, Johnny drags his hand down Kenshi’s bicep until his elbow, then up his forearm until it wraps around his wrist. 

“If you can’t see it…” Johnny starts, pulling Kenshi’s wrist until calloused fingers meet a chin with slight stubble, “then why not feel it?”

Kenshi swears he can feel his heart swell up and explode.

His curious fingers brush against a sharp jaw, his rough thumb coming up to feel the depression of a cupid's bow before brushing against a small slit on the upper lip.

“What is this..?” Kenshi queries with a puzzled look, thumb continuing to brush against the scarred tissue.

“Mm.. ‘S nothing, a little scratch from an old fight.” Johnny shrugs, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. He wonders silently if Kenshi can feel the gradually increasing warmth in his cheeks.

Johnny watches as Kenshi’s palm comes up to gently cup his cheek, the pad of his thumb stretching to drag down his nose bridge, feeling the arch of it. With hesitation, Kenshi experimentally brings up his other hand to the back of Johnny’s neck, combing up into soft brown locks. The hand that previously cupped his face trails down to his throat, nails grazing lightly against his adam's apple. 

“You’re.. going a bit further than my face, eh?” Johnny awkwardly laughs out, shifting slightly from the swordsman’s touch.

“Am I? Well, I couldn’t see that.” Kenshi bites back, lips twitching into a slight grin. His lips then press together into a thin line, retracting his hand before adding, “I mean, I’ll stop if you want—“

“No, no. It’s…” Johnny tightly clasps his hand around Kenshi’s wrist, pulling it back to its original position situated just below his jaw. “It feels nice.”

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AND THATS ALL. I mostly wrote this while being bored in Physics 😴