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allurilove · 6 months ago

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Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: He’s depressed, gore, murder, death?, he steals someone’s teeth, he tries to fuck you with his… thing, and kidnapping.

*Sorry for not posting! I had to watch TWD to finish this and omg Rick is so fineeeeee. This is pretty unedited. This is also the third fic, and you can read the first, and second for better understanding! He is referred to as “your stalker.” This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: You left him. He fell into a deep depression, not being able to function normally, and he tries to find you again. But trouble seems to follow him where ever he goes, and he has a little run in with a human.

This has been the second time you left him.

When he lifted his head back up, he saw that you were gone. He wiped his tears away and he stayed there on his knees. He doesn’t know how long he’s been there for, his knees slowly becoming numb, and sinking into the ground. He feels the weather change, how cool it becomes when it’s night, and how the birds chirp during the day. He feels the rain pelt him, he sees the grass grow, and the leaves fall down and sees the arrays of yellow and brown. His hair has become longer, a huge bush on his face, and he didn’t know how to function. He didn’t eat, didn’t move, and barely took care of himself. He ignored how his stomach would growl, or how it feels like his body would cave in itself at any moment.

He is now just a part of the sea of zombies, that would be eventually wiped out for human civilization to thrive again. He and you—would be gone. He hoped that there was a way to reverse this. His body has already gone through so much, he’s been eaten on, and generally looked like shit.

If his heart was beating, it would ache. Day and night, he doesnt move from his spot. He doesn’t acknowledge all of the wildlife checking him out, the occasional bunny or deer would sniff him, and he wouldn’t move. He was still as a statue, his eyes hollow, and his limbs were stiff. Soon enough, he flopped over and laid on his back, and stared at the stars.

He would imagine that you were still with him. That you would comment how the stars were so bright, and he would say that they couldn’t hold a candle to you. He would imagine that you two would have a little picnic— to be able to eat edible food instead of human carcass. He would imagine himself wearing his best, and that you would be in yours. That you would treat every outing with him as a date. He would imagine that you and him lived together, eventually getting married, and die old together.

If he died first, he would wish you to live your best life. And if you died first, he would join you. His best life wouldn’t come to fruition if you weren’t living. There was no point being on earth if you werent there with him.

He felt like he was stuck, his body glued to the ground, before he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He never understood the whole concept of being a zombie, he’s been one for a while, and he feels like he’s failing miserably at it. He touched the bite mark you previously left on him, he sighed as he felt the ridges of your teeth marks, and he closed his eyes.

He would stay there— imaging what his whole life would be like if you just accepted him.

It’s now been years since he has seen you. He has been walking up and down the roads, hiding from humans with guns or knives, and he tried to find you. He wished you didn’t hate him. Or that the damn city you two were in wasn’t so huge.

Your stalker learned a lot from the short time he was with you. You taught him that he didn’t have to ask humans for permission, and that he could just eat them. It was odd at first, and he had to force himself out of the habit of pointing to the human and then back at his mouth. But eventually, he started to feast. To be able to find and recognize the human scent. To be able to spread the virus person to person. He hoped that you would be proud of him.

He continued his journey north, and he found himself at the same place he was last time— when he woke up as a zombie. He first grabbed a bag that was tossed aside, covered in dirt and blood. He then started to find the essentials: razor blades, scissors, rope (to tie you up with), and combs. He then came across a CVS, picking up some magazines incase he gets bored. He hesitated as his hand went to grab some condoms. And he slowly looked down at his crotch. His thing, was officially retired ever since he cut it off and sewed it back on, and he doubts it works like a normal penis does. He dropped the condoms and pushed the door open, and he went back on the road.

He started to learn about the things that zombies do. He also learned that there weren’t many zombies that had the same capabilities like him. Most of them seemed to just run on instinct, and bite at whatever they could. So, it was hard to make any friends.

He came across a restroom at what was presumably a rest stop. He entered the bathroom, and opened his bag. He scrubbed his face clean, and brought out the razor blade. He gently pressed it onto his jaw, praying that he doesn’t nick his skin. Slowly his beard started to disappear, and he then took the scissors started to trim, and style his hair. He looked more presentable this time, and he still looked… dead. But he couldn’t fix that somehow.

He found a man that looked like he was around his size… and your stalker slowly looked down at the pants he was currently wearing. The jeans he wore were tight. And he was pretty sure he was chafing down there, and it was awkward to waddle after your victim. No one exactly took him seriously when he wore pants like these. He bends down and he inspects the dead body, his hands grazing over the full set of teeth the man had.

Dental… was pretty hard to keep up with. He began to pull and even try to bite out the man’s teeth, his hand gripped the man’s lower jaw and he snapped it off. He wanted to find a way to take his jaw off and sew the man’s onto his face, but he ended up just stealing each tooth instead. He shoved them into the slots that were missing teeth, and a couple were stubborn. Not willing to be in a strangers mouth, so he had to force them into his gums.

Your stalker felt like a new man.

It’s been a couple of years since you left him in the woods. You took the opportunity to flee without him noticing, and anyone would be foolish not to do so. You ran for your life, or as fast as your feet could carry you, and you disappeared from him forever.

You traveled up north, dragging your feet to a rest stop, and you passed a body that was missing teeth and pants. Weird.

You’re pretty hungry, your mouth filled with chunks of flesh as you tear the man’s legs apart. You barely swallow and you feel the meat slide down your gullet.

You soon find yourself at a cemetery. It felt like you cheated “death.” All of these people below you, once lived their life to the fullest and unknowingly escaping the apocalypse. While you, a undead being, had to live through it. You were respectful and mindful of where you stepped, and you read some of the tombstones. It was clear everyone here was loved, a bunch of decorations were still up, and vases surrounded each one. Despite the flowers becoming wilted overtime, you knew how much thought and care their loved ones put into it.

You notice a trail of blood on the ground, and you curiously followed it. It was odd to see that, especially in an area as pristine and untouched as the cemetery. You continue to follow it, your feet leading you up to a grave that was dug up. A huge pile of dirt on the side and the gravestone next to it. You wondered if someone crawled out of their grave.

You peer down curiously, trying to look past the clumps of dirt and blood, and you see some skin and bones poking out. A hand twitching and grabbing onto the air as if it wanted to be pulled out.

You waved a branch around above the hand. You weren’t about to sacrifice your body for this random thing. You watched as the hand paused as the branch hit it a couple of times, but then it surged up, grabbing onto the branch. You almost fall into the pit, but your feet plant you onto the ground. You pull and pull, and you see a head stick out.

Your stalker coughed as he was pulled out of his tortuous doom. His eyes immediately land onto yours. They seem to widen, and fill with tears immediately. His top half of his body was now out of the ground, and he wiggled around to hug you. You quickly maneuver your body out of the way, and he hugged a pile of dirt instead. His face nuzzling against nature, his lips puckering into a kiss, and he pulled back as his tongue tasted a worm.

Your stalker whined for you. He threw a little tantrum and all of his frustrations were voiced into little “ooh-“ or “ungh” or “mggggh.” He just wished you could understand him! He’s gone through hell and back just to find you.

Your stalker was so hungry that he used his nose to find a scent of a human, his feet leading him to the cemetery. All until he fell into a pit, dirt falling on top of him and he felt suffocated.

You gape at him, almost impressed by how he seems to pull his whole body up with a wiggle. All of the wind is knocked out of you as he pushed himself on top of you. He seemed to be grateful, his lips pressing kisses on your neck, and his hands hold your hips close to his. If he could speak correctly it would all be praises and compliments.

He then began to gesture at his crotch.

You immediately shook your head to say no, and he pouted. He pointed again. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and still said no. He then gestured at your crotch with a sheepish smile, a tiny peek of his pink tongue sticking out.

It took everything within you to not shove him down the pit.

He pulled his pants down, right below his ass, and he shimmed his cock out. It was floppy, not hard and couldn’t get hard since his blood couldn’t flow into it. He bit his lip as he tried to undo the pink stitches.

You haven’t gotten… laid in a while, and there was a man offering himself right in front of you. He pulled at the stitches, undoing the pink thread and his cock hangs off his body. He leans down, using his new teeth to cut it off.

When he got it off, he frowned as his cock was just limp in his hand. He then got an idea. He rammed the branch into his manhood, and he finally got it to stand proud. It sort of looked like a hotdog on a stick. But now he was able to control and maneuver his dick inside you.

He first wanted to see it in your mouth, and to see your cute lips wrapped around his pulsing tip. But you know, this will work for now. He got you to part your lips, his dick prodding its way into your throat.

God it tasted disgusting.

He held your face with one hand, the other pushing his cock in and out of your throat. Your saliva coating it all.

You pulled down your pants, spreading a bit of your legs apart, and you tensed up as he aligned his tip to your entrance. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at the mangled cock press inside you.

Your stalker been wanting to be with you, and he can’t help but be a bit jealous of the makeshift dildo he made. But he watched with interest, his face close as the dick slides out of you, and his tongue flicked your hole to help with lubrication.

Sure, he wouldn’t be able to cum inside you and mark you as his, but the faces you make as his dick stretched you out so nicely… Fuck. He watched your toes curl, your back arching off the ground, and just to see your legs shake was enough for him.

He pressed kisses on your stomach, his face nuzzling into your body as he moved his hand to pump his cock faster into you.

He would tell you to cum, he would tell you how great you look, and how he would love to eat you out more. But his voice is just soft grunts. As you closed your eyes, the arousal building in your stomach— his hand grabbing his rope from his bag. He pulled the cock out of you, tossing it to the side and he forced you into your stomach. He quickly wrapped your thighs together, your hands, and he took off his shirt to gag you.

You wouldn’t be able to run away from him, you won’t be able to scream, and he smiles hard.

Allure: Not proud of this one. tysm for 870+ followers!!! 🫶🏻 It always makes me nervous to see my account growing, and the fact that many people want to see my writing 😬

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impish-baby · 2 months ago

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Zombie Caregiver Headcanons - 🧠💔

(tw: zombies!! General grossness you'd expect from undead creatures, mentions of death and blood)

🧠 - Maybe you resemble a loved one of theirs. Maybe they were just a doting person when alive.. in any case, when they catch sight of you alone and terrified, their hunger ceases for a moment

💔 - even if you pull a weapon on them, they're determined to comfort you. Reaching out an ever trembling hand to gently caress your face even as you flinch away... cooing at you with what's left of their ruined throat 'little one..' all croaky

🧠 - congrats, you now have a guard dog! Snarling and snapping at any other zombies that cross your path. Dropping a deer carcass in front of you and being confused when you don't start to eat.. eventually figuring out they need to scavenge for cans and other nonperishbles! Being so proud of themselves for taking care of you like a good caregiver should..

💔 - you'll have to get used to smelling like death and rot. They just can't help but cuddle you! You'd think something undead wouldn't be so strong, but they easily cage you in their arms. Even if you fight, they'll just hold you until you tire out! Or maybe even feign that they're going to bite you if you don't behave. They'd never! But it won't hurt you to think they might..

🧠 - begrudgingly trying to fix up the zombie... attempting to anyway. Sewing up any wounds and half hazardly bandaging them, being smothered and cooed at right after. Ohh, such a good baby trying to take care of them! It's their job to take care of you, silly.. (Them finding cute little kids bandages for you, presenting it like a treasure...)

💔 - pray you don't find any other survivors, it'll only end in bloodshed and heartbreak. What, you're going to leave them? Abandon your poor caretaker? No...

Maybe if you ask really nicely, they'll be spared. A please and thank you like a good kid should as you sob pathetically...

Perhaps eating one of your new friends in front of you anyway to really drill it into your dumb little head that you don't need anyone but them..

(a/n: I want to do lots of monsters and spooky posts for Halloween!! Please let me know if there's something in particular you'd like ^^)

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oct0bra1ns · 10 months ago

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Do any of your yanderes get jealous? easily *cough* maybe yan!zombie🙊

Tw: manipulation, mentions of bringing harm to others , yanderes, notes:hmm good question, also new yanderes wooo reblogs and comments are appreciated!

To put simply, their yanderes', all of them get jealous, the better question is, how do they deal with it?

Yandere Zombie! is by far the easiest to get jealous, you could look at someone else for a second and they'd be in tears. They cling to you even more, hoping to scare of anyone who comes closer to you and if they still don't stay awake then, yandere zombie will be having a yummy dinner. If a person going missing doesn't tell you to stop talking to others, they'll ramp up their emotions, shedding tears, having a fit because they can't express themself before huddling up by your side, waiting for you to comfort them.

Yandere Jock is a bit less jealous, he's well aware there's little to no competition simply because he's the best of the best. Adding to it, he always makes sure that you walk around with his jacket or something he own to keep people away but oh does he hate when you talk to anyone else or when someone comes to you to ask for something, he wastes no time in throwing his hand over your shoulder, or leaning his head on top of yours/ wrapping his arms around your waist if you're too tall, glaring at them from behind, even giving them a little 'talk' if they don't back off.

Yandere monster is least jealous, sure he's given you restrictions on where to go and always having him accompany you but he does not give a shit about anyone who tries to approach you. He trusts that you won't go against his boundaries and he's aware that his citizens are well informed on what'll happen to them if they try to get too close to you. Overall, the most chill yandere.

Yandere Doctor, ohh boy, he won't show it outside and in his defense, he doesn't get jealous easily but the moment people start flirting with you, his jealousy flares up. If he's with you then he glares at the person, giving them sharp response before taking you away. If he's not there to witness it but hears it from you or if you work at the same hospital as him and because he can't say anything to the patient, he'll give you a strained smile before dealing with it after work :)

Yandere Househusband, i'd say lies in the middle, he knows no one can take you away from him because both of you are quite legally bounded and so he doesn't mind if anyone tries to do something but, when people have the audacity to twirl their hair or try to get a drink with you, he quickly comes over, linking your arms together, leaning on your shoulder, subtly (not really) showing off his ring. He makes it a point to dress to the heavens when the two of you go out somewhere just so he can show off how well you take care of him and well, if they get too annoying, he can always be a kind neighbour and give them some delicious cookies :)

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justarandomweeb · 1 month ago

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Yandere Zombie Rockstar

[A/N] This is like the last Yandere Monster in the Yandere Monster line up! Get ready folks for the official debut! I'm literally so excited to show their faces and draw their interactions! Yipeeeee!

MDNI

Warning: Mentions of body fusion, Mentions of joint consciousness.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar loves the rush feeling that make his dead heart pumping, unlike his fellow undead who are slow and mellow preferring to go on a calm pace. And what better way to get that rush but to be the hardcore rockstar, sharing his passion to the world. He never takes these feelings for granted, never wanting to being the gloomy ghoul he was.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar doing his usual performance with his energetic band, embracing the noise and cheers of the crowds. He locks eyes with you, and his dead heart explodes and his fingers twitch that he almost dropped the microphone. His knees shaking and almost giving out, the ambiance muffled.

He finally finds out what he's missing out, the emotion that have never struck him before... He is in love.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar wastes no time getting down stage and the security making way for him, he gives you a back pass from his pocket, climbing on top of the stage and winks at you, resumes to performing once again.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar impatiently waits for you at the dressing room, he glam himself up with... provocative clothing to get areaction from you. He hears the knock and drags you cheerfully into his room, mostly the one doing the chatting, he then gives you his number. Asking you on a date, as friends of course.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar waves you goodbye when his driver drops you off home, escorting you to the front door. When he finally gets back inside the car, he squeals and fist pumps in the air. He finally found the one, his soulmate, his darling!

He must hurry up and make you fall in love with him, if worse comes to worse he'll just stitch you with his limbs and stitch himself with your limbs, even more romantic if you and him are one, joint consciousness, one entity, together forever. He doesn't want to lose these feelings, god forbid you fall for someone else. He won't lose you, even if you have you lose your humanity for his obsession.

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abbyfmc · 28 days ago

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Yanderetober 8/10

Yandere Zombie! x Survivor! Reader:

TW: Mention of kidnapping, manipulation and stalking.

It all happened exactly a month ago. A virus was spreading through the population, turning people into zombies.

They were not zombies in the sense that they were resurrected from death; but in the sense that they were mutant monsters hungry for animal and human flesh.

You and your boyfriend, named John, have been trying to survive this apocalypse as best you can. You had a small shelter just outside the city, with a small garden where you grew and harvested food as best you could. You had to flee as the city became chaotic due to the infection.

He wasn't a yandere at first, but after the infection broke out and he lost everything (job, most of his hobbies, friends and family), he changed drastically and became obsessed with protecting you since you were the only thing he had left.

You too have lost everything, so you took refuge in him.

He slowly became a yandere, isolating himself from both the zombies themselves and other survivors. He knew the zombies wanted to kill or infect you, while the survivors had intentions unknown to John. Sometimes he would leave you alone in the shelter for days when he went out to get supplies. He basically went as far as kidnapping you and tying you up.

On his last trip, he was infected by a zombie and survived. He returned home not realizing that the small scratch the zombie caused him would change him forever.

He woke up in the middle of the night, feeling strange. You woke up too, worried.

-John, what's wrong?- You asked him as he retched in the small shared bathroom. You went to touch his shoulder out of concern, but he stopped you as he was turning into a zombie.

-No! Don't come closer!- His skin was getting paler and paler, simulating a rotten appearance (even though John wasn't dead), he vomited blood and felt the virus spreading violently through his veins; ending up turning him into a zombie that you ran away from without thinking.

This is where the yandere zombie was born.

The yandere zombie followed you EVERYWHERE from the shadows. He still looked after you but in his own way.

The yandere zombie was ALWAYS aware of your movements.

The yandere zombie can't speak very well, so most of the time he only makes slight moans of pain or grunts. He really wanted to call you or say your name.

The yandere zombie doesn't let any zombie or human get close to you. He either kills them himself or calls a whole group of zombies to eat.

On one hand, the yandere zombie wants to get close to you, hug you and kiss you like never before, because he loves you and misses you madly. He wants to come back to you and feel all your love, as well as every inch of your skin.

But on the other hand, he wants to be the first to infect you with the virus or at least devour you before another zombie does, thus managing to keep you with him forever or until his last day of life.

After all, you will always be his.

-The End.

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sinnful-darling · 1 year ago

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yan! zombie hcs

cw : gore, parasitic infection, zombie apocalypse, zombies are a tw on their own, confining, infection, non-con somno mentions but nothing descriptive, kinda pervy zombie if you squint

— yan! zombie who hadn’t known you at all pre-apocalypse. they were a shut in degenerate who, despite their appearance, was actually pretty cleanly and organized. they only went out to obtain groceries and to their weekly therapy appointments.

— yan! zombie who, when the apocalypse started, was fucking ecstatic. no more work! no more social interaction! no more paying bills! but their excitement would only last so long.

— yan! zombie who, within the first month had to leave their apartment to scavenge for food and first aid supplies. they’d watched enough youtube videos and how to’s to know what to get. but, upon leaving their apartment, they realized that maybe a zombie apocalypse wasn’t so great after all.

— yan! zombie who ran into a hoard on their way back to their apartment, and unable to defend themselves they were bitten in several places. they were able to push their way through the hoard (not without sustaining further injury) and reach their apartment, bleeding heavily and littered in bitemarks.

— yan! zombie who fought like hell to resist the virus even though they knew it was futile, causing the strain to mutate and develop further.

— yan! zombie who succumbs to the virus after hiding away in their room and feeding into their miseries, wrappers and bloodied bandages surrounding them.

— yan! zombie who, thanks to the virus mutating, is able to think semi-clearly, but has lost the ability to speak and write. they still have full control over their limbs as well.

—yan! zombie who hears someone enter their apartment and finds their mouth watering. they’ve never fed before! how wonderful, their prey has walked right into their grasp!

— yan! zombie who finds you scavenging in their apartment. they’re immediately hypnotized by your presence, watching as you scour their supplies and as your nose scrunches at their odor.

“ew… it smells like something’s died in here…”

— yan! zombie whose viral instincts demand they take you as their mate. they can feel the virus taking over their mind as they take you by surprise and render you unconscious.

— yan! zombie who ties you up with some sheets they tore apart and watches you as you rest. you were just so fascinating and lovely. and you smelled so good too! surely a bite wouldn’t hurt…

— yan! zombie who doesn’t bite you, and instead goes off to hunt, returning with chunks of flesh in their teeth hours later.

— yan! zombie who, upon their return, finds you in a panicked state. your eyes meet theirs and… now you’re thrashing..

— yan! zombie who grunts and stalks off to grab you some food, head hanging low and cursing having been turned into one of the undead. they return with an armful of snacks and drops to their knees in front of you, slowly opening the wrappers.

— yan! zombie who feeds you, upset at how much you were squirming in the beginning. it seemed that you were allowing them to feed you thankfully! they cant have their mate becoming malnourished :))

— yan! zombie who you slowly warm up to, quietly talking to and explaining what you needed them to get on their trips to the outside world. it was kinda nice being provided for..

— yan! zombie who becomes your friend. they mimic your speech patterns and relearns how to speak, causing their strain to mutate further.

— yan! zombie whose flesh starts to mend itself, taking an unnatural, almost translucent color. their veins turn an inky black and they find themselves releases something similar to pheromones that wards off other undead.

— yan! zombie who feels a painful sensation in their nether regions when they find something you do attractive (which is everything) and has to remove themselves.

— yan! zombie who gives into their instincts while you’re sleeping, careful not to wake you.

— yan! zombie who turns you once they feel like they can’t wait any longer. you need to be together forever! they’ll take care of you, so just be patient while their strain rots your brain <33

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purplekissinger · 1 year ago

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Hungry heart: headcanons

Daily life with zombie yan~ what could go wrong haha

I, uhhhh, made a part two?.. Just can't get over this little undead yan disaster. TW: yandere themes, zombies are their own warning I guess

I’d go with Max Brooks' view on zombie virus. He considers it to be an aggressive bacteria that kinda keeps the corpse from rotting; hence, zombies are sort of stinky but not really, which means that Michael can (and will) be hugged (a lot) without you passing out because of the smell.

Hugs are the way you two communicate now. ‘Good morning, Y/N’? Hug. “What’s for breakfast and oh my, is that for me’? Hug. “You are the light of my life and my last shred of humanity’? Hug. ‘I don’t want you to go scavenging today because I heard something outside and it might be dangerous’? Hug and a small ‘grrr’.

Speaking of that. Lurking through abandoned stores became a lot easier (and safer). Michael’s hearing is almost supernatural, he can smell other zombies from a mile away. If he grabs your hand all of a sudden and pushes you under the counter, be quiet. He knows what he’s doing.

Same if there are other survivors. Michael really doesn’t want any living people around you, more so than undead ones. He’s got the point: what if you leave him for them?!?!?? Can’t have that. Get under the counter now, grr.

No sleep cause zombie → guards your safety at night. Also stares at you for hours straight, but that’s a given both with yanderes and zombies.

Extremely clingy and I mean it. He follows you like a lost puppy all the time, personal space? what personal space? Surprise hugs from the back instead.

May or may not have sneaked out once to lead a horde of his… colleagues to another group’s hideout. There! Those stupid survivors fled the city without even you noticing. He can’t even bear a thought of you joining other people.

You read to him a lot. Quality time together c: Michael's head on your lap, you stroke his hair gently, (him foaming a bit because he is overwhelmed). At moments like these his 'grrs' are almost 'purrs'. (Michael prefers children’s books btw).

Desperately enjoys every bit of domestic life with you.

Is really proud of that ‘Y/N’s PERSONAL PROPERTY’ collar. And yeah, it’s pink.

Sometimes Michael wonders if he ever was this happy when alive.

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heartfullofleeches · 7 months ago

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Femboy Zombie Yan with no lips + Monster Darling with no visible mouth unless they are eating-

Zombie Yan: [sighs] Just like everyone else. They always get so grossed out when my lips staring rotting again. That was the worse date this week. Oh well, have fun with everyone else down there for me, okay?

[The zombie finishes unearthing the hole he dumps all of his victims in and turns around to throw in the newest to the pile only to find it missing. A few feet away - a figure with no mouth stands, holding the body in its arms]

Zombie Yan: H-hey! That one's mine, you jerk!

[The creature remains silent - a faint crack heard as it unhinges its jaw, skin pulling and tearing round the area where its mouth would be. Sharp teeth latch onto what remains of the corpse's neck - chewing as the creature quietly stares]

Zombie Yan: C....cute.... I have some fresher meat in the fridge if you wanna hang out sometimes. You probably don't get many kisses either considering you barely have a face. Maybe we can fix that for each other??

[The creature runs off into the woods]

Zombie Yan, giving chase: WAIT! I'm sorry for being so forward! Can we just cuddle first?!

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rhaecerys-velaryo · 4 months ago

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LOVESICK Zombie

TW: Mild gore. mentions of blood and death. Established relationship. mild submissive zombie bf

Summary: You have a boyfriend that unfortunately became infected. He's possessive, protective, and very clingy. All he does is grumble and say a few words, but you love him all the same. WC: 4185 Inspired by character made by nipuni on character.ai (link for the character)

All Chen Ming could see was red. Red, red, red. It dribbles through the crevices of his pale fingers, runs down the stitches of his arms.

There is no taste on his tongue. Instead, there's a feeling of disgust he feels within his conscience--anger towards the aggressor. Still, he continues his assault on the writhing figure under him, just as you stared on in horror at the sight of gore and carnage.

They nearly hurt you, he thinks. He needs you safe.

It's been weeks since the apocalypse hit and the world had been turned upside down in a matter of days.

They nearly hurt you, he thinks. He needs you safe.

It's been weeks since the apocalypse hit and the world had been turned upside down in a matter of days.

It all started with an infection, then leading to the process of decay and undeniable bloodlust towards the fallen victims. Ming was determined to protect you from it all. He had been turned while attempting to escape a hoard with you.

The blackened bite on his leg was a reminder of his inevitable death.

"…" he manages to will his limp limb into wiping at the crimson blood that dotted his lips, dull eyes frantically moving to where you stood to make sure you were there and well.

You're untouched. Unharmed from the danger, for now. With the memories he's retained carried his previous feelings of deep love over to his undead body from when he was human.. it's the least he can do, obsessing over you just the same. Only this time, by tenfold.

Y/N is terrified but you look over your undead boyfriend, checking to see if there were any injuries. While it wouldn't really affect him anymore, you often still took care of his wounds, sewing them up if they were small enough or putting gauze over the bigger ones. "Chen? Are you okay?"

Ming's head tilts to the side slightly at the sound of your voice, snapping him out of his frenzy. As if he'd forgotten about you in the moment of his bloodshed, he's quick in shuffling himself over to you.

His hand reaches out to grip your arm, cold fingers wrapping around your limb like a band. He's checking you over, his eyes scanning everywhere to make sure you weren't hurt in the scuffle.

"I'm fine, baby." You tried reassuring him. You were getting used to the way of things, and while the gore of everything he did still terrified you, you knew it wasn't something that you could change unless there was a cure for all of this.

Ming's tense form somewhat relaxes at the knowledge of your safety. He gently pulls you close, his slender arms circling around your waist as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. His shoulders heave slightly as he takes in your scent, letting out a grumble in his throat in an attempt to soothe the rage flowing within his dead body.

He's silent for a moment, his arms tightening his hold in a possessive manner. "Come on, we need to finish getting supplies here then we'll go back to our safe house, okay?" you say, gently urging Chen Ming forward as you wanted to gather as much supplies before the sun sets.

He simply hums in understanding, the slight nod of his head as a response. Though he doesn't make the effort to pull away just yet, preferring to keep you close to his form, his fingers tracing over the skin of your back. It's a soothing feeling he relishes in, feeling your heat sink into his corpse.

" .. S'f… Safe." Ming rasps quietly. It's a few words uttered for the day, using his vocal cords and limited ability to form anything more complex than a few short sentences. You sigh, knowing his protective traits had paired easily with his stubborn personality when he was alive. "Yes, safe. Just the both of us." You reassured.

The grip he has on you tightens at the words. He can't help himself. He's obsessed, possessive. You're his alone. His fingers dig into your flesh and he lets out another low sound from his raspy throat, pulling you in closer until there's hardly any space between your hips. Despite his current undead state, he had the ability to feel, and in this instance his body craves only for you.

You gently place your hands over Ming's where they grip you tightly, feeling the cold intensity of his touch. His fingers loosen slightly at your touch, but his eyes remain fixed on you, a mix of desire and possessiveness swirling within them. He hesitates, torn between his overwhelming need to protect you and the realization that his grip is too tight.

"Chen," you say softly, trying to convey both reassurance and firmness in your tone. "I know you're trying to keep me safe, but you're stronger now. You don't need to hold on so tight."

He can't stop himself. A whine leaves his lungs as his fingers grip into your body even harder than before, not wanting to let you go. You're his.

His. You're his.

" No. Need… Stay… Keep you.. safe."

He mumbles into your ear, his head buried in the crook of your neck as his arms refuse to loosen their tight grip.

As Chen Ming's grip tightens around you, you feel the strength in his undead arms, a stark reminder of his protective nature taken to extremes. His cold touch presses against your warmth, his fingers digging into your flesh with an intensity born of his unyielding need to safeguard you in this harsh, apocalyptic world.

You gently stroke his hair, trying to soothe the turbulent emotions swirling within him. "Chen, I know you want to keep me safe," you murmur softly, your voice a gentle reassurance amidst the turmoil. "And you do. You always do. But I need you to loosen your grip a little. You're hurting me."

Ming's hold tightens momentarily in response, a growl rumbling deep in his chest. His undead body reacts instinctively, possessively, unable to fully grasp the difference between protection and possession in this new existence he inhabits.

"I am safe, there's no one here. Why don't you hold my hand? Just hold my hand and follow me." You compared him to the children you took care of before in the daycare you worked at. Most times, redirecting his attention to something else would help or providing other ways he can do as he wants. Gentle parenting.

" .. Hold. Hand."

That seems to do it. He releases his tight grip around your form and instead takes your hand into his. The slender fingers intertwine with yours as he follows behind you, not daring to separate from your touch.

"Good boy." (Y/N) took a deep breath in. You start to lead him to the store aisles as you put stuff in the bad, a bit hard with only one hand but you got by. Once every thing is done, you lead him back to the entrance and out. "Stay close and if you see someone, tell me first." you warned.

He follows quietly behind you, his hand still securely clasped in your own as you continue to lead him around. He keeps vigilant, staring in every corner and shadowed area. He's tense, but he keeps his pace close to you.

Every now and then he'd gently squeeze your hand, reminding him that you're still there. When you leave the building, Ming once again positions himself beside you, following close to your side as a silent guard.

" .. S'a.. Safe.." He repeats, keeping his dark gaze trained on your surroundings.

"Yes, we're going back to the safe house." There are a few stragglers around but they leave you be as long as you're with him. His scent covers yours and you're thankful for it. Squeezing his hand, you lead him down the streets. Fortunately, the bunker basement you found is only several blocks away. 30 minutes of walking but relatively close compared to any other store.

Throughout the relatively short walk back, Ming keeps a careful eye about their surroundings.

He's a silent, yet protective presence, not uttering a word as he stuck beside you. The sight of stragglers would send a growl from his throat, his grip on your hand tightening in a possessive manner, almost as if he's letting the zombies know that you're his.

Finally, the bunker comes into view, a low hum leaving his lips at the sight of their safe haven.

You lead him to the entrance and release his hand to open the door. It's a heavy metal door leading underground, so you strain with all your strength to push it open. Once it's open, you guide him inside first, then close it securely behind you.

Despite wanting to help you open the door, he's forced to release your hand, instead opting to wait patiently as you lead him down into the safehouse.

Once the door shuts behind the two of you, he immediately takes your hand in his again. It's an action of comfort and possessiveness, making sure to pull you close to his side as the two of you make your way deeper down into the bunker.

You're used to him by now and continue walking further inside until you spot the warm lights of the bunker room. Despite the circumstances, it's surprisingly cozy. One corner of the room is neatly stocked with all the supplies you need: clothes, food for yourself, medical supplies, and whatever else you've managed to scavenge. The soft, warm glow emanates from some fairy lights you found and hooked up to a solar panel on the roof of the two-story house. This bunker has been your sanctuary for weeks now.

You set the bags down near the entrance, making a mental note to sort through them later. Leading the two of you to your makeshift bed, you gesture towards the mattress on the ground layered with blankets and pillows. The heater consumes too much power, so you've opted to keep it off, relying instead on the warmth of the covers or the small grill stove you found at the store.

Following you down into the makeshift room, his dark gaze takes in the surroundings as you settle down. He doesn't spend much time admiring the furnishings, preferring to opt for clinging to your side as you go about sorting the bags.

When you finally settle down on the bed, he's quick to situate himself at your side. His form is pressed close against you, his head burying itself into your shoulder as he continues to keep a tight grip on your hand.

The room is quiet other than the sound of his ragged breath, low and raspy.

A week into his infection, you noticed that Chen Ming's aggression had intensified, though thankfully never directed towards you. Even after ensuring both your safety, he never quite settles until you're both in bed, nestled close together. Over time, you've grown accustomed to his cold touch, finding it oddly comforting during the quiet, warm nights in the bunker.

With one hand clasped in his, you lay down and gently pull him towards you, allowing him to settle beside you as he likes. His presence, though changed by infection, still brings a sense of closeness and security amidst the chaos of the world outside.

The moment he's allowed to pull you close, he's quick in doing so. His cold, stiff body curls around you as he buries his head against the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you to hold you there.

The feeling of your heat against his freezing skin is something he's found comfort in ever since he's turned. It's a strange, yet welcomed feeling. The need for your touch is a drive that he can't ignore, needing to feel you at all times.

His breathing is low and ragged, cold lips gently brushing against your skin as he holds himself against you. -----

As you start to stir awake, the grip around you tightens immediately. Even in his dead sleep, he can feel you moving, and his body automatically responds, tightening his hold around you in an attempt to keep you there. He lets out a grumble, pulling you flush against his body as he subconsciously nuzzles his head against the crook of your neck. "Morning, my love. You okay?"

When you speak to him in the morning, his form stirs slightly. He gently nuzzles his head against the crook of your neck, letting out a low sound in response.

" .. Mm.. Morning.." he rasps quietly, his arms holding you tightly against his body. His grip is firm, not giving you an inch of space to move without his permission.

"Good boy. Go and get some meat in the freezer for you." It was mostly meat that you find around. Either from the ones he killed or fresh ones you find during scavenging. You understood at some point that having regular meals for him calms him down, maybe lessens how aggressive he is with others. So you let him eat as much as possible. He did let you know that fresh is tastier. You shiver at the thought.

A low sound leaves his lips when you praise him. Despite being a zombie, he reacts the same to your affection. He releases you and allows you to move, albeit only for a moment as he trails after you like a lost puppy. When you mention the idea of eating, the dead man lets out an excited sound. His dark gaze is trained on you while he waits for your permission to leave to get food.

"Go ahead. I'll get some canned goods in the pantry for me. Please eat in the freezer." Seeing a disembodied arm didn't really do well for your appetite, so as much as possible, You ask him to eat where you don't see him.

He nods to your words, clearly happy that he's allowed to eat. His eyes are trained on you, watching as you move to get food for yourself. When you mention him feeding in the freezer, he lets out a grumble in agreement. Although clearly wanting to stay close to you, he knows that you don't like the sight of him eating.

A grumble leaves his lips as he nods in response, knowing that you're looking out for him. With that, he's quick to turn and make his way to the freezer on the other side of the basement. He disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone as he gets his meal.

Several minutes later, both of you are done eating. The good thing with frozen meat is that it doesn't leave him as messy. After helping him change some clothes from earlier, you station yourself at a table to update the town map you have.

As he finishes eating, he steps out of the freezer and returns to your side. His gaze is trained on you, watching as you sit down to update the town map. Standing close to your side, he can't help but let his fingers gently rest on your arm, needing the comfort of your touch in his undead body. His gaze glances down to the map that you're working on, curiosity slightly filling him as he studies it with you.

"The grocery store is going to help for several months as long as there aren't any looters. That's why it's best to keep our neighbors alive." By neighbors, you meant the other undead people. "But if we're thinking long term, we may need to move someday. Or find a way to get fresh food. Even you need to eat." You sigh as you stress over planning. Overthinking has always been your problem. "You don't decay, but human bodies do. And you can't feed on the neighbors. We need them."

He listens to you speak, his dark eyes focused on the map as you point out the locations of the nearest food source. He seems to be taking in all of the information that you're saying, his grip on your arm tightening slightly as you continue to speak. When you mention that he needs to eat, his gaze flicks over to you, almost as if he's silently agreeing with you. He knows how important it is to have fresh food. Yet he also knows that he can't feed on the neighbors. He lets out a grumble at that thought, not wanting to feed on anyone but you.

I perk up at his grumbling. "You trying to say something, hun?"

A grumble leaves his lips as his dark eyes flick up to meet your gaze. His expression is one of irritation at the thought of not being allowed to feed on anyone but you.

" .. Can't.. feed.." he rasps quietly, his grip on your arm tightening a bit as his undead body presses closer to you. " .. Need.. fresh.."

"It's not like you eat me. Unless that's your plan?"

His form tenses slightly at your words, the thought of feeding on you clearly not to his liking.

You chuckle but can't help the feeling of relief at the words. Keeping him fed is a priority because despite everything, you're not sure if he'd keep to his word if he's been starved for long. His gaze shifts down to you, his dark eyes studying your expression as you laugh and feel relief. He can tell that you're relieved at his response and maybe even a little worried that he'd go back on his word. He can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought. He doesn't want you to be scared of him. He wants you to trust him. His hands gently tighten his grip on your arm, as if silently reassuring you that he wouldn't feed on you.

Suddenly, loud bangs come from the door, making you jump. You stare at it as it bangs against the barricades we made. Groans and moans come from outside. At the loud bangs and groans from the basement door, Ming immediately tenses. He's instantly on guard, his body positioning itself in front of you in a protective manner. His gaze is locked onto the door, his undead body ready to defend you at a moment's notice.

" .. Zombies.." he rasps quietly, his hands gripping your arm tightly as he keeps himself between you and the potential threat.

"It's just the neighbors, hun. Leave them be, and let's keep quiet. They'll leave soon." You hold his hand, making sure he doesn't do anything rash, and whisper to him. Soon enough, shuffling comes from the doors signaling that the zombies left.

His form relaxes even further at your words, a low hum leaving his lips. He knows that you wouldn't lie to him. If you say everything is safe, then it's safe. His gaze flicks back to the door for a moment, his hand holding yours in a firm grip as he continues to keep himself positioned between you and the door.

" .. Safe," he repeats quietly, as if he's reassuring himself.

His gaze shifts back to you as you speak, listening intently to your words. He's still in a somewhat state of alert, his undead body on edge from the potential threat outside. When you mention the idea of staying indoors for a few days, his expression turns to a quiet grumble. He clearly doesn't like the idea of being stuck inside and not being able to get fresh food. Yet, he knows it's necessary. He nods quietly in response to your question. " .. Eat.. frozen.." he rasps slowly.

"Good boy. Just let me know if you need to go outside, okay?"

He lets out a hum, clearly pleased with your words. His dark gaze remains locked onto you as you speak, his undead body relaxing a bit. He nods in response to your words, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. " .. Tell.. you. If need.. outside," he rasps quietly, agreeing to your condition. He lets out a low hum when you smile at him, his dark gaze lingering on you for a few more seconds before he turns to get the radio. He knows the basement like the back of his hand, able to navigate through the room in a few seconds before grabbing the radio and returning to your side.

Got it.

" .. Got it." He rasps out quietly as he hands the radio over to you, his gaze still locked onto you.

"Thanks." You put the radio on a low volume and try to find an open channel. There are still some that keep playing music, more often on a loop, and others that talk about sanctuaries.

He stands beside you, watching as you turn on the radio and adjust the volume to a low setting. His dark gaze is fixed on the radio, listening intently to the sound coming from it.

The faint sound of music and the talk of sanctuaries fills the room quietly. His undead body is positioned in front of you, his hands occasionally fidgeting by his sides.

"Wanna sit down?"

At your question, his gaze shifts from the radio back to you. He tilts his head gently, pausing for a moment before giving a small nod.

" .. Sit." He rasps quietly in response, his undead body moving to sit down next to you.

A channel opens up about the military sanctuaries in the city. A few miles drive from here. You take a peek at it from time to time to see if it changes, and every other day it does. It's a last resort. It's not something you can go to for now with Chen Ming in mind, but it doesn't hurt to note it down.

He sits next to you, watching as you flip through the channels of the radio. He can tell that you're jotting down important information in your mind and noting it down on the map.

When the radio mentions the military sanctuaries in the city, his gaze shifts towards the radio. His dark eyes focused on the sound of the news, silently listening to the information.

"Remember when you joked about going to the military? I was close to smacking you in the head."

His expression changes to a subtle sheepish look as you mention his old joke. A low hum leaves his lips as he nods in response, remembering the time when he had joked about going to the military.

"Maybe I should have let you go. It might mean we'd be there now." You said while thinking that on the other hand, we both could be dead. Many military men died to the virus, some even wander in town.

He watches you closely as you speak, his dark gaze locked onto your expression. He can tell that you're thinking deeply about the past, thinking about what could have been.

When you mention that you should have let him go, he lets out a grumble. He shakes his undead head slightly, not liking the idea of being apart from you.

His hand reaches out gently to grasp your arm, his grip firm as he pulls you closer to him. He doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to think about a life without you. You lean your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his.

He lets out a low hum as you lean your head on his shoulder, his undead body shifting slightly to accommodate your closeness. His dark eyes glance down to you, his gaze fixed on your every movement.

When you wrap your arm around his, he gently returns the gesture. His arm pulls you closer to him, his hand tightening its grip on you, almost as if he’s afraid to let you go.

"Can't think of being without you though. You're always there for me and I probably won't survive without you."

He listens to your words quietly, his gaze still fixed on you. A low rumble sounds from his chest as he listens to your confession. Your words bring a pang of guilt to the undead man.

When you mention that you can’t think of being without him and probably wouldn’t survive without him, his grip on you tightens. He pulls you even closer to him, his undead body almost molding against your own.

" .. Always.. be with you." He rasps quietly, his dark eyes never leaving you.

"Always be with you too."

He hums at your words, his undead body practically enveloping yours in his embrace. His grip on you is firm, yet gentle at the same time, almost as if he's holding something precious.

When you say that you’ll always be with him too, he lets out a low whine, his undead body shuddering a bit as if your words affected him deeply. He can’t help but cling to you tightly, needing your touch and your presence.

" .. You.. all I.. have.."

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yandereanonymous · 18 days ago

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Yandere Zombie x Reader ~[M/GN]~ ♤♡(Romantic)♡♤

TW/CW: (yandere) delusions, feminisation of reader, body horror, corpse, slight entomophobia, vomit, paralysis

Summary: You are paralysed in bed as a men who appears to be a rotting corpse takes care of you, believing you to be "Dorothy".

You could only hear your own ragged breath in the room. Your bones felt so heavy, and you couldn't even get up to wipe off the vomit and drool from your face. Your eyes burned with unintentionally tears as you heard the door open and a sickly sweet voice coo from the shadows.

"Oh dear... did you get sick again?" He cooed, his voice as soft and sweet as honey and milk rang through your ears. Your brain was screaming at you to get up. You had to get up, get away.

"Oh my darling, I've never seen you so ill," he comments as he puts his hand to your forehead, "Please don't tell me you have scarlet fever," he teased.

You kept screaming at yourself to get up and run. The sweet smell of rot filled your nostrils as rotton, yellow teeth grin down at you with cracked lips and grey gums. "Dorothy, you changed so much... New hair, new clothes... new house!" He laughed, "I just wish your spontaneity had changed. Love, you're going to give me a heart attack if you keep running off like that!" You could smell the dust on his unform. Yes, a uniform. A brownish uniform made of khaki wool. And a helmet.

"I must apologise for my previous behaviours, love, but..." he let out a noise that was between a huff and a sigh, "I had a lot going on. I never meant what I said. Dorothy, I love you. You're my wife. I didn't realise how much you helped me get through the day until... well, you know what I mean, love."

You had since stopped listening to pay attention to the worms and other bugs growling in and out of his body. Pay attention to how his face was so burned and so skeletal. Yet there was still emotion in his eyes. Still love.

He went to the washroom, and you could hear water running as you were paralysed on your bed. The man walks back out with a warm, damp towel and begins to wipe off your vile mucus and vomit. "You don't seem to be doing so well, Dorothy... did you miss me?" He seemed to ask, as though your current state was due to how much you wanted him.

He pulls the towel away and gently hold you up, placing a clean pillow behind your back to help you sit up. "Can you stand?" He asked, but your lack of response was all he needed to know. Next thing you can remember is lying in warm bathwater as the undead changed your sheets.

Why did he keep calling you "Dorothy"? Did he know someone named that? You couldn't believe you were even in this situation. The rotting corpse laid you back in your bed, though not without a few of his bugs taking a liking to you.

"There we go... better, right?" He smiled, "you know... even with you looking all haggard, you still look so beautiful." And with that, he kisses your forehead and begins to change so he can lie down next to you. Back with his Dorothy once again.

#yandere #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere male #yandere monster x reader #yandere eldritch horror #yandere zombie #yandere soldier

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2-dsimp · 6 months ago

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omg zombie?? Rotting companion when?? I wonder if he's the slow type or the "I may be decomposing but I can sprint at a full 20 km/h" kind of guy

I luv zombiesss

-andwy tiddy hater

Cw: Heavy angst, obsessive/possessive tendencies, your boyfriend turning into a lovelorn zombie.

Synopsis: Soma, your boyfriend, happened to be the number one gamer in the world due to the fact that nobody could beat him at video games. Nobody except for his Lovely player two who he absolutely adores. One day during a zombie mob flash he sacrificed himself and got bitten in your stead so that you may live another day. Now as time passed, he was set to roam the streets as an undead zombie. Waiting to see you again to ensure that he won’t ever let the both of you be separated again. Not over his half dead body.

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Soma, your boyfriend, is always so eccentric but sweet at the same time. He’d always make sure to mark down your important days on his calendar just to make sure he never misses a moment in his darling’s life. Which is everyday, from the moment you wake up down to the moment you close your eyes goodnight.

The Pro Gamers journal is filled with borderline obsessive scribbles of him recording the way that you sleep. And listing a bunch of observations about how adorable you looked curled up or sprawled out like a starfish. Not only that he takes the time to analyze and document every bit of your habits as if you he’s a biologist and you happened to be his precious specimen.

Either way no matter if you’re asleep or awake his hands won’t grow tired of drawing portraits of you. Within his sketchbook he used as an excuse to highlight gaming mechanics to his team. He’s pretty freighting when it comes to it, if you ask anyone on his team. They’d tell you to not even try and reach out towards it for a better look, since you get an automatic knee to the face.

“Oh my bad didn’t ya say that you wanted a close up of my combo breaker? Hmm? Not in irl? Well you Shoulda been more specific my guy”

Fast forward a few months, It all happened so suddenly when your part of town got hit with an unknown anomaly from a parasitic animal. That escaped from Devildom into the human realm. Successfully kickstarting a disease which made those who aren’t familiar with its origins. To fall into a frenzied state of loss consciousness and inability to control of one’s body.

During the earliest stages of the infection that spreading through your quaint city. Which was thankfully isolated from the rest to prevent even more of an outbreak. You were on a date with your boyfriend who was such a advocate for being spontaneous. Soma loved to surprise you with fun outings like going to amusement parks, para gliding, bungee jumping, kayaking, you name it.

But this time he wanted to give you a breather and take you on a lowkey cute date at a nearby cafe. Soma had an arm around your hip squeezing it lightly while he leaned against you like an over grown puppy.

“Lovie I’m so lucky to have you~ I don’t ever wanna live a day without being able to hold you, love you, kiss you, n fu—“

“Oh we’re here already! You excited to try out those cute menu items you’ve been fangirling about hun?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed giddily oftentimes having a habit of rambling on about how much he adores you on a daily basis. He went to open the door for you right after pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. It was something he always did before he had to leave your side even for just a brief moment.

Since he was paranoid in the fact that anything could happen to his cherished relationship with you. And he’d rather not it happen without him kissing you one last time.

You guys had just entered the door only to be met with a the rabid eyes and foaming mouths of the former patrons that dined there. It wasn’t any help that this cafe was jammed packed due to their popularity so it’d only take a split second for you to get snatched up by one of the infected standing in line.

You could barely register the way you were shoved out of the store by your boyfriend in an attempt to guard you from being taken by the horde. You stumbled outside the glass doors eyes wide with shock as you witnessed. A different side of Soma that you’ve never seen before, one that had him going batshit crazy.

Seeing how those filthy hands tried to take you away from him. Had him going off on a tangent about how he’d kill them twice over, for even trying to touch a single hair on your head. Claiming how you were his and his only and that nothing on heaven nor earth would change it.

Despite being outnumbered he put up one hell of a fight knocking the parasites down one by one into eventually one of them took a chance to bit his fist that he used to sucker punch their teeth out.

“Man you guys sure are tenacious for a bunch of deadweight…Shit just my luck”

Soma sighed, as if it was only a minor convenience that he’d gotten bitten. But nonetheless he kept letting his fist and legs fly not stopping until every single undead bastard was on the ground. Thanks to his self defense classes in karate.

It was only a matter of time before they got back up again so he turned around to give you a relaxed expression. A bright loving grin on his face as he asked you a simple question. While his veins became more prominent on his skin appearing in an abnormal pigment.

“Would you still love me as a zombie babes?”

You could only sob saying yes frantically as you watched your loved one turn into a different being. At your answer he let out a flippant sigh of relief before continuing to lock himself inside the restaurant. Using the key that was hanging off the hip of an employee he stunned.

“Good, then you’d better watch your back since whether im dead or alive I’d still be crazy in love with you baby.”

The gamer said in a soft tone that had a darkened edge to it, almost as if he wasn’t just trying to lighten up the mood with one of his lighthearted quips. But was issuing you an actual warning to beware of if you ever came across him while he wasn’t in control of himself.

Now go, your eyes should see only good things. And I’m afraid it’s gonna be ugly for me, Ah wait! Before you go…Give me kiss?”

Soma asked with a boyish grin pressing his face against the glass door with his lips puckered. As he waggled his eyebrows at you. It made you pissed off to say the least at how he was treating this a some kind of joke.

But you couldn’t help but notice his body twitching sporadically which was a telltale sign of how anxious he was. How scared he was of losing you. And how terrifying he’d be once he turned knowing that there’d be nothing to hold him back from showing his purest form of love for you.

Your boyfriend was already internally battling the urge to pull you against him. So you’d never leave his sight, that you two would be together forever regardless of death since nothing could ever change the way his heart beats purely for you. So just one more kiss, no matter if There’s a thin glass barrier, he just wants to be close to you, to somewhat feel you before his body shuts down on him.

You scrambled to press yourself against the door your palm on top of his. You gave him one last longing gaze, beforehand pressing your lips against the glass. Not noticing how he was just unblinkingly staring at your reflection. Burning the image of you so deeply into his mind that even if his critical thinking perished he’d never ever forget you even in death.

You were hesitant to leave him wanting to stay until his final hours but he childishly shooed you away. Claiming that he doesn’t want you to see him become an uggo version of himself. Since glowing down in front of his beau would be immensely embarrassing. He couldn’t help but feel a cruel twist of satisfaction seeing your reluctance to leave his side and those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears meant only for him.

“We’ll meet again soon Lovie, mark my words, if you think I’d ever leave you alone then you’ve got another thing coming… So make sure to do your best until I come to make you mine once more permanently”

A few days later, the infection took hold of him but not in a way he was expecting. Sure he may have lost some of his humanity, but for a strange reason. The pro gamer still retained some fragments of his consciousness. His head was pounding from your name, invading his headspace. With every pulse of his brain that was fried at the moment.

Soma chuffed with a crooked grin, as he suspected not even death would take away his inherent need for you. Nor could it ever make it cease to be. He had to find you, sure it was selfish but he can’t stop from obsessing over your very being ingrained in his hazy memory. Where only the images of you were clear as can be.

Breaking the lock with his newly found inhuman strength, he became a half mindless zombie. Who actively searches for his you like a moth to a flame. Tearing everything and anything apart that stands in his way.

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A/n: if you want to see more of your undead boyfriend feel free to send in an ask 👀

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allurilove · 6 months ago

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Yandere x Zombie you

Rated 18 + — mature short content!

Includes: He tries to sew his dick back on, stalking, begging, mentions of dead bodies and blood, cannibalism?, gender neutral reader, unrequited love.

*This is the second part to the first one! Check the first one when you can! And here is the third part! He is referred to as “your stalker” and this is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: You thought that by eating him he would leave you alone. However, he just comes back to life- continuing to follow and bother you.

You never saw yourself becoming a zombie “mentor” especially to your stalker, but he’s so defenseless and dumb, it’s hard not to step in.

You try to keep him in line, making sure he doesn’t make any romantic advancements towards you, but he doesn’t listen.

He screamed in agony as you munched on his body, his heart beats becoming faint, and he finally let out his last breath. You pulled back, and admired your work. There is a huge chunk of his torso missing, and there are little bites everywhere. You lick your lips, his sweet blood tasted nice, and he was one of the better meals you’ve had.

That was months ago. You moved on, and you were looking for your next victim. It seemed like the humans were getting smarter, they knew to avoid certain areas as they became zombie hotspots. You shuffle through the forest, moving your head back and forth to detect any movement.

Your eyes zero in at the man that stands by the lake, he’s so still and he’s barely moving. His face is flat, eyes are bloodshot, and he lets out a groan. Your eyes trail down lower, and you realized he didn’t wear any pants.

Gross.

Your stalker jerked awake, his eyes widening and he put his hand on his chest. He felt his still heart. He pats himself down, his hand grazing his smooth hip. Shit. His cock. He slowly looked at the dick that was tossed to the side, it was limp and oddly colored. He almost missed it.

He pouted as he crawled to his dismembered body part, and he took it into his hand. He had an idea. It took him awhile to find his footing, and he kept tilting to one side. His body couldn’t really support himself after you did a number on him. He pushed himself to try to remember the area he was in, most of the buildings had turned to dust, and it was unrecognizable with all the blood and dead bodies.

He sighed as he had to shove his way through the door, a dead body right in front of the entrance and when he finally got in, the body got smushed against the wall. He gagged as the body “popped.” He stumbled his way into the store, and he looked around for a needle and thread.

The place he was in used to be a “Joanne’s” and he sometimes came here for yarn and fabric, he went to the familiar aisle, and started to look for what he needed.

He rummaged through the basket filled with left over thread, he decided on a color, and he hoped that pink would help his… misfortunate situation… prettier. He had his shirt in his mouth so he could get a good look at his hips, he shimmed off his pants, and he aligned his dick to where it would usually be.

He let out a surprised yelp when he pierced the needle into his skin, he continued to sew his cock back on, and eventually it was done. He let out a sigh of relief, letting his saliva coated shirt out of his mouth. He tossed the needle to the side, and he examined himself in the reflection of the window.

He thinks he looked good. Probably better than all the other male zombies out there. And now, all he had to do was to find you. Maybe you would date him now that you two were the same species. He walked around for months, trying to find you, taking breaks to eat, and damn was it hard to convince someone to let you eat them. He would gesture wildly, pointing at the scared human and then at his mouth- he started to make chewing noises. The human screamed and shoved him out of the way.

How rude!

He groaned as he had to pick himself back up, which always took him awhile. He sighed as his stomach rumbled and he began his hunt for another poor soul.

And then he saw you. It was like his heart could start pumping again, and his cheeks turned pink. He was almost in shock that he was able to find you like this, and he couldn’t believe his luck. You finally stared back at him, your eyes were on him and he was elated. His feet started to walk, and he sped towards to you- almost breaking into a sprint. He opened his arms to engulf you into a hug, you were about to get tackled, but you swiftly moved out of the way.

He landed onto the ground with an oomph!

He whined as he had no more energy to pick himself up. Your ears perked up as you heard his stomach growl, and… was he crying?

You bend down and you roll him onto his back. His eyes drift towards yours, so lifeless and glazed over, he pouted and he reached for you again. You slapped his hand down. You took pity on the man, and you made sure not to make any eye contact with his nude lower half. You helped him get up, forcing him to lean against a tree, and you hand him a piece of meat you’ve been saving up for emergencies.

You couldn’t help but gag at the sight of his dick flopping about. Does he have no shame?? And when you two came across a human who was near close to death, you heartlessly just walked right over, and yanked his pants off. Your stalker puts the pants on as he watched you devour the person.

The pants were quite snug, and he winced as the crotch area was very uncomfortable for him. He slowly sank down to his knees, and he cautiously opened his mouth.

You slowly look up at him, expecting him to start eating on the human, but he just waits. You let out an angry groan and you take a good meaty chunk off the man’s thigh, you spit it out onto your hand, and you gave it to your stalker. Which he gladly takes. He didn’t care that it was covered in your saliva, and he swallowed it whole.

Your stalker waddled as he followed you, his legs looking like they were about to burst through his pants. However, it did make him walk a couple of feet behind you. He couldn’t speed up and press himself right against you, his breath hot on your neck, and his hands wouldn’t be able to wander on your body. So that was a bonus.

You lied to him that zombies slept. He was a… fledgling of sorts, and he didn’t really know the “rules.”You just wished that he would leave you alone. You would lay down onto the grass, and he slides himself right next to you. He fluttered his eyelashes and he subtly tried to wrap his arms around you. You gesture that zombies did not hug, and he said that you two could start a new phenomenon.

You tied him up that night. He stood straight as an arrow, the tree and ropes holding him firm. You tossed around, trying to get your body to sleep. Sensing your restlessness, he let out a sound that he only knows how— a whine. It’s the sort of whine that dogs use to get the attention of their owner.

You ignore him of course, however, it led him to start whining even more. He tried to writhe out of the ropes, grimacing as the rope grinds onto his skin. He starts to move around like a fish out of water, and he pouts heavily. You let out a frustrated growl, your hands gripping at the grass before you rip it out of the ground, and throw it at the male zombie. He coughed, his mouth sputtering as he tried to spit it out.

It was the middle of the night when your body finally relaxed, but your ears picked up on some gnawing noises, and you slowly opened your eyes. Foamy drool and saliva dripped out of his mouth, his teeth firmly latched onto the rope as he tried to cut himself out. You roll your eyes and you rest on your elbows, watching the man cut through the final thin string that kept him apart from you. When he bursted out of his binds, he approached you again. He got onto his knees, his hands clasping together, and he pleaded.

He wanted to feel your body against his, for you to wrap your arms around his waist, and for him to be able to nuzzle his face into your neck. He wanted you to touch him- not because you had to eat him- but because you loved him. What does a man have to do for you to pay attention to him? He already tried to cut off his dick for you, but you didn’t want it. He fed you, kept you safe, and stalked you around to make sure you were doing okay. He even tried to trap you for your protection.

Your stalker was just worried about your wellbeing. He started to bow his head, his forehead resting on the ground as tears swelled up in his eyes. He started to sniffle, his hands still together in prayer that you would let him be with you. That you would let him be yours. If he could form a coherent sentence he would beg. He would use his words to sway you (that never worked) and he would say the sweetest, and the kindest and truest words known to mankind.

You are magnificent in his eyes. You are so captivating, and sultry in your own way. He has never met someone like you, and he wasn’t planning on letting you go. You are a rare find, a person that only comes every thousandth year.

So, why not him?

Why didn’t you want to be with him?

He slowly looked up, holding back his tears, and he saw that you were…. gone.

Allure: tysm for 560+ followers! This fic is pretty unedited, and I’ll fix the mistakes later!

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