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... Honestly, yes, this oneshot might be a little pornographic; but ... *blush* ... for cryin' out loud, it's TANK DEMPSEY we're talking about!

I doubt he'd have sex with someone in a "tame" way ... !

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To those of you that are reading:

This is my designated place for random Nazi-Zombies nonsense!

ANYTHING and EVERYTHING will shamelessly occur within the pages of this oneshot collection. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

BRING ON THE SUGGESTIONS!

As far as this first "chapter" goes:

*** SPOILER FOR MY OTHER STORY, "BETWEEN DREAM AND REALITY:"

This is dedicated to everyone who wanted Kitty and Tank to bang in Vegas.

Hope you enjoy the shameless, shameless smut. Can't wait to hear what you guys think ... ;D

WARNING: SHAMELESS, SHAMELESS SMUT.

PLOT? WHAT PLOT?! ("PWP") FEMALE FIRST-PERSON PERSPECTIVE.

FYI: Tank/OC. Tank is 35ish, Kathleen is 21ish. IT'S ALL LEGAL!

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You know what they say ...

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INSTA-KILL! Daquiri Deadshots
(Amorette's Nazi-Zombies-flavored oneshots)

SHOT NUMBER ONE

"What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas"

Tank shoved me down onto the bed.

I gasped as I felt his burly body cover mine, but my breath caught in my throat when he started to kiss my neck.

"Tank," I muttered, reaching up to press against his shoulders. He was so strong. "I feel bad about this."

He pulled back to stare at me with pale blue eyes. "Look, Kitty," he said, hoarse. "I've only got a couple more hours alone with you, and while it's just us, I wanna pretend there's nothing else."

I bit my lip. "But… that's not reality," I said, feeling my eyebrows knit together.

"Don't care," he muttered, lowering himself back down. His lips trailed over my collarbone, and I shuddered. "This is my last chance to show you," he growled. His breath was hot on my skin.

"Show me what?" I asked, torn between shame and anticipation.

His hands hooked around my waist and he lifted me bodily, shoving me back across the mattress. I gasped as my head fell against big, downy pillows, cushioning my fall, and looked back up at Tank. He was standing on his knees, straddling my closed legs with his impressive thighs. As I watched, he shrugged off his jacket. Then, slowly, he unbuttoned his undershirt, letting it fall from his arms.

In the warm, dim light of the hotel room, his creamy skin looked like velvet. It was amazing how different he was from the doctor. Nothing about him was thin, from his neck down to the thick, rippling surface of his abdomen. All of his muscles were enormous. And when he leaned down over me again, I could feel every inch of them flex against me.

"I can be scary, too," he rumbled, kissing the tip of my nose.

I looked up into his sweet blue eyes, his chiseled, handsome face. My lips quirked. "Why would you want to be scary?" I asked, sliding a hand over his stubbly cheek.

"You like that, right?" he asked, his eyes flickering between mine. "Dangerous shit." He pressed down against me, and I felt his hands slip around my waist. "I can be dangerous," he growled, and with a shiver of guilty pleasure, I felt his teeth on my neck.

In a normal world, someone like Tank probably would scare me. He was buff, obviously powerful, full of raunchy jokes and suggestions. But the truth was, underneath all the swagger, he was a sweetheart. I grinned, pressing my lips against his short-cropped blonde hair. He might look like a tank, but he was really a giant teddy bear.

"You don't seem scared," he muttered, pulling back to look at me.

I chuckled. "I don't want you to scare me," I said, smiling up at him. "I like you just the way you are."

He leaned against one elbow, letting his hips sink down onto me. His forearm flexed. "Well, shit," he rumbled, but his eyes twinkled. "How can I compete with the doc if I can't be scary?"

"It's not a competition," I mumbled. "I want both of you for different reasons. I'm such a fucking whore," I groaned, shaking my head, self-conscious at the feeling of his hips pressing down on mine. I started to wriggle away.

"You're not a whore," he said, planting his hands by my head and looking down at me with soft eyes.

I scowled up at him. "What am I, then?" I felt sick with myself. "It's not right to feel this way. I should be able to choose."

His shoulders bulged as he leaned close to my face. "It's not too late to choose," he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. I shivered.

"Tank," I murmured, feeling my eyes go half-lidded. I shook myself out of it, looking away. "It's not that simple."

He made a noise in his throat and leaned back to sit on his heels. Then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up, too. I stared, wide-eyed, as he made me face him. "Look, Kitty," he rumbled, his gorgeous blue eyes flickering between mine. "I don't care what happened between you and the doc. I don't wanna know," he added, shaking his head. "But I don't care."

Now he stared at me for a moment, quiet, and I watched as a thousand feelings flitted through his expression. His brow tensed. He took a breath. "All I know is we're alone together," he murmured, his voice low. "It's us. Right here, right now. And I sure as hell don't wanna waste this moment."

A hot rush of blood pulsed through my body, making me shudder. "You really don't care about what's happened?" I asked, quiet.

He shook his head, and I felt his massive arms curl around me, hugging me close.

"Kitty," he said softly, his gravelly voice rough with emotion, "I've wanted you since the day I found you on the floor of that damn Nazi hellhole." His lips brushed against my ear, kissing me. "And sure, Tak and Nikolai might say that's because I'm a horny bastard," he conceded. "And they might be right." He chuckled, and I grinned in spite of myself.

Then his arms tightened around me.

"But I'll be damned if I don't love the shit out of you," he growled, combing his fingers through my hair.

I trembled, blushing. "Tank," I muttered, trying to hold onto my self-control, "You're just saying that to get in my pants."

He gathered me up in a horrible bear-hug and pulled me down on top of him, squeezing me close. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Can't lie to ya," he said, his voice husky. "I've been thinkin' of that for a long time."

I blushed deeper and rolled my eyes. "You're terrible," I grumbled.

His warm, wide hands slid down my back. They hooked behind both of my thighs, and I gasped as he made me straddle him.

There was no way to resist.

"Baby, you haven't even seen how bad I can be," he growled, and his hips rocked up against me. Damn. He was hard. My breath caught at the feel of him. I shivered with shame, realizing I wanted more, and tried to get off of his crotch. But he held me there, grinding me down against him.

Holy shit he was strong. I couldn't even move.

"Okay, you're bad," I conceded, pretty sure all of my blood had rushed to my face. He smiled lopsidedly, and I could feel his fingers pressing against my stockings.

"I hate all this shit you ladies put on your legs," he grumbled, glancing down at mine. "It looks sexy, but it's just in the way."

My heart was pounding like crazy. Okay, he could turn me on. We knew that now. But this was moving really fast, and I wasn't sure I wanted it to. "Tank?" I muttered, my voice oddly quiet. "Can we ... take a break or something?" I reached down to my thighs, covering his hands with mine.

He curled up so I was sitting in his lap. Straddling his lap. "We haven't even started yet," he teased, grinning.

I took a shaky breath. "I know," I said. "But… Tank…"

"What?" he asked. His hands twined with mine, squeezing.

"Didn't you…" I cut myself off, frowning. How did I ask this? "Didn't you just hook up with Angela?" I asked, uncomfortable.

He actually laughed at that. Loudly. "Jesus no," he said.

"Wow," I murmured. "Definitely wasn't expecting that reaction."

To my surprise, he looked almost bashful. "Me neither," he admitted, looking at me through his long blonde lashes.

"Why didn't you?" I asked, morbidly curious.

His big palms spread warm on my thighs again, holding tight. "Funny story," he said, his voice strangely tempting. Then his fingers urged me closer, hooking behind my knees. He pulled me firm against him, hips jerking. "Feel that?" he asked gruffly, grinding up against me. I bit my lip, and he grinned. "Guess that's a yes," he murmured, giving me a dirty look.

I blushed. "What's your point?" I muttered, trying to move off his crotch again.

He held me in place, smiling wider. "Can't even see your skin and you've got me going."

"What?" I frowned, putting it together. "She couldn't … get you going?"

That was hard to believe.

But he shook his head. "Nope," he said. His eyes darkened. "But you sure can," he rumbled, arching up to reach my lips.

His beard scratched ragged on my chin as his mouth twined with mine, and my resolve started to crumble. I'd forgotten how he tasted. Clean but smoky, like a dark winter night. Before I could stop myself, I'd opened my lips against his, and his tongue was tasting me. The feel of it, warm and greedy in my mouth, was overwhelming.

Fuck. Now that was a kiss.

A rough noise rumbled in his chest. He shifted his hips, and something big nudged up against me.

"Want more?" he growled, moving his mouth to suck hotly at my neck.

My eyes rolled back. "Oh god," I moaned.

He rocked his hips up again, spreading my thighs with his powerful palms. "Yeah?" he grunted, thrilled, pressing his trapped erection flush between my legs. "Tell me, babe," he murmured. I felt his perfect square teeth pull at my skin.

"Tank," I gasped.

The length of him pulsed against me. "You want it?" he asked, his voice dark, and he held me down hard on his hips.

Yes. I did.

I writhed around on top of him, so horny I could barely breathe.

He was watching my tortured face, his cheeks flushed, his eyes glinting. "All you gotta say is yes," he rumbled, tempting me. "And then it's all yours."

I bit my lip and whimpered. "Damn it," I huffed. My skin felt hot with blood.

His lips quirked and he brushed them against mine. "It's just one little word," he murmured, fixing me with burning blue eyes.

"Yes," I hissed, twisting down on him, biting his bottom lip.

He growled. The hands that were on my thighs reached up under my dress. I fumbled back to unzip it, and in a blink, it was on the floor.

"Jesus," he grunted, his warm, rough palms brushing over my belly. They curled against the sides of my breasts. "Jesus," he said again. He pressed his thumbs into the soft, feminine curves, nuzzled his face against them. His lips were hot, tracing the lacy edges of my brassiere.

"Tank," I whimpered. I could feel his big fingers squeezing the clasp at my back. It instantly sprang apart, and he pulled off my bra, impatient.

He groaned, rubbing his lips over my naked skin. Then he looked up at me with wicked blue eyes, opening his mouth, and I twisted against him when his warm tongue licked deliberately across my nipple. He sucked on it, hard, and I gasped when he moved to the other.

Before I knew what was happening, my own fingers were slipping under the waistband of my stockings, and I was leaning up on my knees to tug them down. Tank made a breathless, excited sound, reaching down to help me. I wiggled out of them and threw them aside.

Without any hesitation, he shoved his hand between my legs. His fingers hooked under the crotch of my panties, stroking me. "Well, well, well," he rumbled, pressing one skilled fingertip up inside. My breath hitched. He grinned. "You dirty little girl," he murmured, shoving his finger in deep. "All wet for me." I bit my lip as he pulled it out. Then he tugged off my underwear, and pushed me back on the bed.

I thought he'd just rip off his pants and fuck me. But after he unbuckled his belt, he leaned over and spread my thighs, moving his face between my legs.

"Tank," I gasped, feeling that fantastic greedy tongue lick me there. "Holy shit."

A gruff sound rumbled in his chest and he teased me a little more. Then he pulled back, unfastening his trousers, tugging them down.

He basked in my look of awe. His gorgeous stomach flexed and so did his erection, bobbing thickly between his legs.

I shivered as he leaned over me, using his strong hands to push my knees wide apart.

"Ready?" he asked, husky.

I glanced down my stomach, watching the swollen head of his penis press up against me.

"Yes," I gasped.

He grunted, flexing his hips, and pushed it in.

Fuck.

"Shit," he hissed, shuddering. "Goddamn it Kitty, are you a virgin?"

Definitely not. But he was thick. "No," I muttered, uncomfortable, shifting my hips. "Just tight."

He grit his teeth. "Tell me about it," he growled. He pulled back, and we both gasped at the feeling.

"Tank," I groaned. "Careful."

He pushed back in, all the way, and leaned down slowly to kiss my lips.

"Alright," he murmured. I clenched around him, breathing hard, hugging him close. He readjusted my legs, pressing them back, making my calves lean up against his shoulders. "Tell me when you're ready," he said softly, kissing the side of my neck.

My heart thudded and I moved underneath him. "I'm ready," I said, tense, "It just hurts."

He pulsed inside me, making me wince. "Well damn," he grunted. He brushed his lips up to my ear, kissing gently. I felt him grin. "Guess we aren't made for each other, huh?"

"Just gotta—" I gasped, cutting myself off. "Just gotta get used to it," I finished, rocking up against him. I felt stretched.

He tried pulling back again, very slow, and I could feel how tight I was around him. I glanced down between us, watching. My muscles tugged on him. "Kitty," he rumbled, breathless. "Damn."

"I'm sorry," I moaned, my eyes screwing shut.

"No," he grunted. "You feel good." He closed his eyes. "Too good."

He felt good, too. Just also bad.

Taking a breath, he pushed in again, and I pushed up to meet him.

"Shit," he gasped.

"Keep going," I said quickly, feeling it get a little easier.

And this time, his thrust was smooth. A jolt of pleasure spiked through me.

"Mmm," he groaned, pumping slowly. "That's it."

I caught my breath. "A little harder," I murmured.

He braced his palms flat on the bed. "Like this?" His hips slammed against me.

"Yes," I hissed, twisting my head back against the pillow.

"Damn, Kitty," he grunted. "You like that?"

"Yes," I breathed, my voice clipped. "Fuck me."

He pumped hard, panting. Then he shifted a little, slipping his right hand between us. I gasped as I felt his thumb brush over my clit, making a slow circle.

"Oh, shit," I mewled, rocking my hips to feel more.

"Yeah, baby," he rumbled. "I want you to come for me."

"Then keep going," I moaned. This was like torture. Something about his body was hitting me in exactly the right place, but the build up was slow and way too intense. I could feel sweet release crouching somewhere just outside my reach. I writhed against him, craving it, and he pushed down with his shoulders to hold me in place.

Tank started fucking in earnest, thrusting in harder. "You like taking it?" he asked, panting.

"Fuck yes," I gasped. I felt flushed all over. Blood pulsed hot under my skin. "Give me more."

He grunted, kneeling up, pulling my legs down to fit them snug around his waist. "God you're gorgeous," he growled, staring down at me with smoldering blue eyes. I shivered as he kept pushing against that spot inside me, over and over, watching his muscles flex under his flushed, glistening skin. It was like being fucked by blonde Adonis. My whole body started to clench.

"Shit, Tank," I cried. And I came so hard that I saw stars.

His eyes rolled back. "Fuck," he groaned. "Oh fuck you're tight." But he kept going, stroking long and deep and I whimpered, feeling my muscles tense up again.

I bit my lip and choked, having another orgasm.

Tank made a deep noise of delight and leaned down to plunge his tongue into my mouth, still thrusting. "Wait 'til I make you come again," he said wickedly, sucking on my bottom lip.

I whined, twisting against him. "Tank."

"Come, baby," he grunted, pushing deep.

And I did.

"Stop," I gasped, every nerve on fire. The feelings were too intense.

"You want me to come now?" he rumbled, grabbing my hips.

"Yes," I mewled. "Please."

He licked his lips, holding me tight, and I felt him stiffen. "Ready for it?" he asked, his voice clipped.

I nodded.

He groaned, shoving deep, and I felt him pulse. "Fuck," he grunted, his body jerking. "Oh, shit." He shuddered against me, breathing hard, and I clenched my legs around him.

As he softened inside me, we pulled back to look at each other.

He was grinning. "Damn," he said, his voice rough.

"You said it," I teased, blushing, feeling my muscles squeeze around him.

He winced, but smiled wider. "Fucking vixen," he mumbled, bending down to kiss my mouth.

"You're the one who wanted it," I whispered, kissing the perfect tip of his nose.

"You're right," he said, looking at me with soft eyes. "How'd I do?"

I bit my lip, grinning back up at him. "Ten out of ten."

"Mmm," he rumbled, kissing me again. "I think I can live with that."

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