#zombie boyfriends...

[suiana]

yandere! boyfriend who becomes yandere! ex zombie boyfriend after a fight you had with him. you don't even remember what you were fighting about, just that you never wanted to see him or his sorry ass ever again.

unfortunately, a few months after your breakup, you saw him again. only this time, he was a zombie.

"raa..."

your zombie ex relishes in the familiarity of you. your scent, your eyes, hell, even just your familiar presence... fuck he wanted you so bad. he still doesn't understand why you left him. was it because he kept threatening to turn into a zombie if you talked to another person? probably.

he growls lowly, stalking closer towards you before you grunt in disbelief.

"i told you i never wanted to see you again! are you stalking me even when you're dead?" you accuse, holding up your weapon before you turn around and start stomping off angrily.

but yes, yes he was stalking you. even as a zombie, some habits just die hard, you know?

"begone! i don't even want to be in your presence!"

oh no, he couldn't allow that, could he?

"grah!"

"oi!"

you don't even know what happened until you felt your back against the cold ground. you couldn't believe it. your ex boyfriend now zombie had tackled you down, his slob getting all over you as he nuzzles into your neck.

"get off ya stinky!"

"grr..."

"stop growling! you're not an animal!"

"nh..."

well, it seems like your ex still obeys you somewhat. maybe you could try and-

"baby, if you get off me i'll give you a kiss?"

"liar..."

what the hell he can talk?!

"l-love you... so much... sex? can we... sex?"

"what the fuck?"

[bunnis-monsters]

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Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

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summary: you’ve barely been surviving with your childhood friend during the zombie apocalypse, so when he gets bitten you’re ready to die along with him. But instead of eating you, he fights the urge to spread his virus… and instead pins you down and spreads his seed.

warning: dubcon, breeding, very rough sex, pregnancy hinted at the end

Human beings are social creatures. Living alone for too long can drive one insane, so you would imagine losing the last person you loved during a zombie apocalypse can really break your spirit.

It had been a normal scavenging trip. Lately the zombies had become slower and rotted faster due to the summer heat, so it made moving through town without harm a lot easier.

It was unfortunate though, the zombies trapped indoors were in much better condition than those exposed to the elements. This wasn’t something you had planned for, and it cost your friend his life.

The two of you had been searching through a grocery store, one that had been surrounded by zombies before. Now, only a few skeletal bodies remained outside the doors.

You knew you probably wouldn’t find much, but you both hoped for at least a few canned goods and powder milk…

While searching the store, you were suddenly shoved, a sickening crunch heard behind you.

“Go, run!”

You watched as your friend held off a zombie, his arm being bitten…

“No…”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your mind filled with images of life without him. You wouldn’t make it, you’d surely lose your mind with loneliness and go insane!

He was able to fight the zombie off and bash its head in, panting from the stress. All that movement caused his blood to pump faster and the virus to spread before he could yell for you to run again.

His mind felt fuzzy, his heart slowing before stopping completely. His limbs kept moving without his control, and he was approaching you, shambling.

‘Why isn’t she moving?’

He was stuck inside of his body, unable to do anything as he pinned you down. Tears were running down your chubby cheeks, and he could barely make out what you were saying…

“I won’t leave you! I don’t want… to be all alone!”

Drool fell from his dry lips, his pupils dilated as he stared down at you. Was there nothing he could do?

Memories played through his head, everything moving slowly as if he was pushing through something gelatinous.

He could picture you in your school uniform, the two of you skipping class to hang out at the arcade. He watched as you sobbed into his chest after discovering your parents were dead, and how you weakly pushed him back when he tried to kiss you a week ago.

Although he was now undead, his entire being ached for you. Since you were kids, you had always been someone he cared for, adored to no end. You held his hand, smiled at him, made his days so much brighter.

Of course he would push you out of the way when a zombie threatened to take your life… to take you away from him.

He loved you… and that was just enough for him to hold himself back from sinking his jaws into your soft flesh.

A low growl escaped his lips as he buried his face into your throat. He needed to do something, the urge to spread the virus and infect you was pulsing through his veins…

It’s when you whimpered that he regained some control. His body no longer had control of itself, so the erection he’d been barely holding back every time he smelled your sweet scent was pressing into your crotch.

“Please… don’t go… I don’t wanna… lose you…”

You were crying, his sweet girl that tried your best to keep a smile on your face even at the toughest of times was crying.

And it made him almost… feral.

He snapped his jaws around the strap of your backpack, needing to bite down on something as he rubbed his bulge against you. He was humping you like a horny mutt, the veins in his face visible through his now pale skin.

“M…m…ine…” he growled, struggling to get the word out.

Hearing your soft whines and embarrassed moans made his chest rumble with some strange, satisfied purr, and his fingers were down your pants and in your panties, fumbling around with your pussy lips before sinking into cunt.

It wasn’t great, he could barely control the speed and way his fingers moved, but you were wet enough that he felt he fuck you without hurting the most precious person in his life.

Or well, death.

He ripped your pants off, not having the mobility to elegantly pull them down. Part of him felt bad, he knew you didn’t have many pairs now that the world ended, but this was a matter of life or death.

His cock was now large and swollen, a purplish tint to it. His engorged tip pressed against your tight hole, and he was unable to hold himself back from fucking into you.

For years he had fantasized about taking your virginity. In his head, he had imagined it would be somewhere romantic and he’d kiss your head, being as gentle as he could be.

But in reality he was rough, groaning as his hips jerked forward into yours. The pace was uneven, leaving you whimpering out and begging for him to be more gentle.

He wanted to be, god he wished this could feel as good to you as it did for him, but the virus was telling him to breed, to fill you up until you were close to bursting with his cum.

It lasted so long, too long. By the end you were a mess of tears and snot, your face flushed with embarrassment after orgasming so much.

But part of you was happy. Your friend seemed a bit more lucid after pumping you full of his hot and sticky load. His fingers awkwardly traced over your bulging, chubby belly, his head resting on your chest.

You didn’t go home alone that night… instead you still had your friend, and another member of the family along the way in your belly.

You’d do anything to keep him with you, after all… he did care for you, didn’t he? The two of you had been friends since you could remember… and if having to sit through a few hours of rough sex meant you could keep him by your side, then you’d do it.

Humans are social creatures after all.

If you want more, send me a Kofi! I really like this concept and would love to expand on it with my thoughts on how the relationship would progress :3

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[ozzgin]

i had a weird dream where a horde of zombies tried to cook me some food but it was just a bunch of limbs in a pot of water

Hear me out, Zombie! Househusband who likes to cook for you, but his tongue decomposed a long time ago. He has no idea what food tastes like. Messes up a lot. Can't tell the spices apart, so he just avoids them altogether.

You do your best to be understanding, but sometimes the outrage is too great.

[casuallyanidiot]

Imagine...

tw. for murder, death, yandere

Your boyfriend loves you so much that it's borderline painful. He can feel his heart squeeze tightly in his chest whenever you smile so prettily at him. It's like you don't even know how precious you are, how precious your attention is. It's kind of annoying really because he'd be perfectly content if only you would stop looking at other people with those same kind eyes. He finds that love is a rather limited resource in this world, and that every one has a limited amount to give. He feels bad for stealing all of yours. But then again, he's giving you all of his, so really it's only fair.

That's why he doesn't feel bad when he buries your body somewhere deep in the woods.

He decorates it nicely with flowers you mentioned in passing, and he visits as much as he can without rousing any suspicions. You would've loved the little spot he chose for you, he thinks proudly as he watches from a little mossy log. He had initially wanted to bring you here more since it would've made for the perfect secret spot for the two of you. Not that it wasn't now, but it would've been nice if you hadn't looked so afraid when he dragged you here. No matter. It was nice now, and he had picked the prettiest stones and laid them in the shape of a heart to mark your grave.

All your love, right in that little forest clearing just for him.

[banj0possum]

ROCKING WITH RIBS :P

Hope you're doing great <3

coming out of the grave to share this amazing art !!

OH MY GOOD LOOK AT IT

LOOK

LOOK AT IT!!

HE HE

HIM

HE!!

*COUGHING CRYING*

uggggghHHHH ITS ITS SO SCRUMPTIOUS WAAAAA!!!

THANK THANKYOU SO MUCH FRIEND !!

also i hear youre not good at digital art? bullshit !! this is awesome!! you did so well and im pinning this on my wall you cannot stop me argargargrgraggg

[dennydreadful]

Exhume your boyfriend!

[sold2vlaykz]

CUNT! MICHAEL MYERS X F READER.

(Nothing but smutty smut.)

SCENE!

It’s late at night and Michael hasn’t been home for months. He usually disappeared like this, leaving you all alone.

And tonight you just happened to be horny.

You were in bed, in your room. Hands under the blankets pressing through your pants to get a feel at the outline of your wet area.

Legs clenched as you panted out, sucking your bottom lip heaving.

You could smell your clothed heat all around the room.

Michael destroyed your phone so you really didn’t have the accessibility to porn, so you thought about the only dick that’s driven you insane.

The only dick that you’re allowed to have.

“Hmph” your sweet echoes fill the room, your pussy clenching around the air begging to be filled. You toss the blanket off of you before doing a Quick Look around.

You pull down your pants in a hurry, scratching your skin in the process. You wince but ignore the pain.

Your hands immediately going to your soaking pussy down under, you positioned yourself before sinking a finger in, trembling around it.

Inserting another-

Two fingers sinking deep in your core. Pressing the tip of your fingertips at your G-Spot each press having earning a high pitched moan.

Your whining echoed throughout the halls, begging for him, it almost felt better knowing that you could call out with no shame because he wasn’t here. He couldn’t hear you be a desperate bitch for him. You were desperate for an evil motherfucker who couldn’t care less about anything or you.

You flip over with your back in the air and knees up, knuckles deep in yourself, a better angle on what spots to hit, hands covered in your wet juices.

“Fuck, Michael, God, fuck.”

His name was all in your mouth, leaving and coming back. You couldn’t help but lean into your own touch your hips bucking in the air, craving something long and hard pressuring your clit.

Wanting to relieve the feeling of your fingers doing its ritual cycle again.

You cried out in as your eyes went white, all that finger pounding and air thrusting almost topped off.

You went to thrust in the direction of your hand just to feel how deep you could go, how much more can you take or how long could you take it.

Mid swing when you hit something hard and solid.

Causing your hand to dig yourself deeper into you.

“Mmm oh!”

A long dragged out moan, cum dripping from your fingertips and whatever you soaked behind you.

You tilted your head back, leaning left to take a look at what you bumped into.

A blue jumper.

Michaels abdomen was all you saw, covered in your very cum. you dragged your eyes up to his face in shame and embarrassment, seeing his judging dark eyes through his mask full of nothing but lust and intent.

His heavy breathing coming out like fog in the dim moonlight.

He grabbed your hair and spun you around in a circle , your face now eye level with his clothed dick.

His hand pushed your skull, smushing your face into his area mouth full of hard and erect clothed cock.

You felt him twitch, the wet print he had created dabbing your smushed nose.

You could hear his deep guttural grunt beneath the mask.

Your eyes lock with his with a look of confirmation, all it took was a look in his eye before you reach up to undo his buttons, as he looks down on you. You pull his sleeves off, almost a bit bewildered he’s letting you touch him this much.

You lick his print once, before removing the waterline of his jumper.

He didn’t wear boxers of any kind, his dick kinda outgrew the last too small pair.

He waited for you to pull his cock out, your small hand pulling out his erect dick. His cock sprung free, dripping with pre-cum, your heart thumping with anticipation.

You went to lick the tip before he grabbed your neck and shoved your mouth on his cock, bobbing you up and down, until your nose was smashed against the base of his dick. He really didn’t enjoy any kind of teasing.

He moved your head left and right, up and down, until you hit his good spot letting you up every so often so you could breath.

He let you breath before throwing your head back towards the pillows chest up. Legs open with spit and cum all over your face.

He grabbed your leg to drag you towards the edge of the bed, taking a look before shoving his dick into you angling himself right.

He was quick with his thrust, deeper and deeper with each pull. Heat was radiating off of his skin His breathing had became heavier than before, his deep gasps and growls.

The sound of smacking and the bed creaking filled the room.

Nearing the edge of his climax he grabbed your back and pulling you closer aiming to reach as deep as he could, getting your cervix and bruising it with the chase to cum in you.

Sitting there as his cock softened itself in you.

He let out a loud grunt, you felt the splatter happen inside of you. He shoved his cum coated cock back in his jumper , his eyes lowered and more sleepy looking than they were.

-

REWARD HEADCANONS!

Michael is a very dominant guy, there will be no pegging, no submissiveness, nothing.

He takes what he wants, fucking you whenever he wants just because he’s horny.

Pounding even if it hurts, only stopping when he cum’s, even if you’ve already been milked out on his cock.

Sometimes he doesn’t even stop then, your ass covered in cum as he just pounds. You can hear his grunts and heavy panting under his mask.

Big into choking, he doesn’t even know that he is he just does it.

Wrapping one hand around your throat because that’s all that can fit, bruising your cervix every time you have sex.

Having to hold yourself up on whatever object he bent you over on, legs shaky and being unable to walk.

And even when you regain your ability, the soreness never goes away until weeks or even months later.

He rarely gives you time to heal before abusing your pussy once again.

Pushing your head down on the couch with your ass in the air, his huffing and puffing blowing fog from his mask.

He’s not really into grinding, he usually just takes his dick out and shoves it in.

Hates teasing. You tease him, he’ll give you a long choke while fucking you.

X

-AU First smut after writing break open to constructive criticism!

[soup-in-my-fly]

⚠️CW⚠️ IMPLIED amputation

At the dawn of the apocalypse, Ren and Strade ”team” up. One rainy night, a few months after the initial outbreak, a zombie infiltrates their camp. Fortunately, Ren manages to eliminate it before it causes him any harm. Strade, however, doesn’t seem to have been so lucky…

[abbyfmc]

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.

[icarusredwings]

I dont CARE that it's November 9th and "Halloweens over" ITS MY BIRTHDAY MONTH ILL POST IF I WANT TOO

Anyway.

Thinking about apocolpse au.

Wade getting bitten by a zombie, Logan freaking out, Wade dying, and him coming back (Again)

"Didn't you just die?? I literally fucking burried you!!"

And wades like:

"Of course. Man, God REALLY hates you dosn't he?"

And he's bassically the same person except just saying, "Rahhah har ran re" (translation: I think the devil doesn't want me either)

"What?? Oh for fucks sake... tell me you're kidding.."

"Rah?" 🤔

"Great so now you stink more and you can't talk. Fucking lovely."

"Mmmmh..." 🥺 (would you still love me if I was a zombie?)

"*sighs, blushes and grumbles how insane this is and how much of a bad idea this is* Fine! Come on...."

"Raah!!" 😄

And sometimes his limbs fall off because I think it would be funny if you just saw him stop, turn around, pick up his arm and shove it back into place like a dislocated shoulder. (Marvel Magic)

But its very obvious that Wade is still consious and so logan leads him around, puts a leash on him, ties him up when he goes to sleep the first few nights so wade dosn't eat him, sometimes luring him with a piece of his thigh or telling him he'll feed him soon to make him behave.

The only thing about this resource wise is that it seems Wade is a bottomless pit, not ever able to get enough. It's like all the nutrients just pass right through him, so he can't get fed meals daily, but Logan will share at least one bite of his food. It makes Wade so happy and way more "wade like" than zombie.

Logan has learned that the hungrier Wade gets the worse it would be, snapping at logan a few times.

"Grr-"

"Aye! That's enough outta ya"

"GggRah!"

"Hey!! I said no! Bad! Bad wade!"

"Mmmh??"

"Bad!!"

"Mmh....rahah.."

"I forgive you. But stop trying to bite me. I feed you, don't I? I hold your hand and tell you that I love you?"

Wade is actually extremely friendly for a zombie (duh) and still yaps at logan except its nonsense. Logan tries hard to understand him and talk back.

He holds his hand sometimes, even lays next to him only to scold him if he gets too bitey. This is hard because wade already had a biting issue and seeing as he practically ate anything or anybody now it was more difficult.

"...aahh-"

"Wade- No."

"Ggr.. raahh"

"Wade! No! Bad."

"Mmmh..."

"Ill feed you tomarrow. Don't bite me mkay? You wanna hurt me?"

He shakes his head like a dog shaking off from a bath, or that ate a bee.

"Then don't bite me."

"Mmh? Mrah?"

"No. No kisses right now. Im still not even sure if thats safe.."

"Mmmh...🥺 ahrrah?"

"No, not even a tiny one."

"Mm...😔"

Until Logan grunts and pecks his hand. "There. Happy?"

"🙂‍↕️mh"

"Good."

Honestly Logan felt bad, pitited him. No matter what food he ate it wasnt enough substance to sustain him and sometimes Logan would wake up to find him eating a different zombie that made the mistake of trying to eat Logan.

You ever wake up in the morning, lose your zombie boyfriend, call for him only to walk outside and see him knawing on some poor chaps arm like a happy puppy who found a chicken leg? Logan has. Many times. And he wishes his phone would charge so he could take a picture of it but unfortunately theres no electricity in the post apocalypse world.

This being said Logan is like- THE perfect guy for apocalypse au because he can smell everything and hear anyone before they even get to you, he has better wilderness survival skills then anyone I know and he'll never NOT have a weapon on him because of his claws. The only downside is that he's tired easily, needs a lot of food, and would lowkey be withdrawing from his tabccao and alchool, therefore very moody.

"Stupid fucking apocalypse having to happen when im fucking alive!! Why can't I just NOT live through ONE major historical event! Is that too fucking much to ask? One damn decade where everything is fine and dandy and- WADE! Get your ass away from that!! It's radioactive!! For fucks sake!"

"Rahahrah?"

"NO!! You can not become Spiderman! That's not how that works!"

"Aawr..😔"

The whole thing is they're on a quest to find Laura and Gabby, because when everything went to shit, they were on a cabin trip and now Logans brain is itching because he dosn't know where his babies are and its driving him insane. Once he finds them, they're gonna shack up somewhere with food and animals to hunt, and hes gonna make a little shed outside for Wade to sleep because he'll kill him if he bites one of the girls.

He dosnt care that much about himself really and he hates himself deep down for not being able to trust wade anymore but even wade dosnt trust wade, sometimes wandering off on purpose, staying about 30 feet away from him at all times, growling and giving Logan that glazed over look of unconsiousness. The only good thing about this, though, is after he removes himself from the idea of hurting Logan (because if logaj were to become infected - HA! Your all fucked. Utterly fucked. The whole humanoid species would go extinct because he'd kill anything that moved) he feels more trusting of him and it's not uncommon for them to hug after either. Afterall Wade- Some how???- is still wade and is very affectionate and sensitive when its not returned.

This whole thing also makes him think worse about himself, kicking reflective objects or staring at himself in a shop window in utter shock and disgust with a face of 'thats me..?' While logans raiding the place for supplies.

Did you know zombies can cry? Well, Wade could. Not a lot, only able to get a bit of liquid from dehydration, but sometimes Logan will catch him just... sitting there.. crying. Upset with himself for being bit. Upset with himself for trying to bite logan all the time. Upset at how ugly he is. Upset that he's starving all the time. Upset that he can't even talk to anyone, and Logan just has to guess what he's saying 90% of the time. Bro is literally

When they DO find Laura and Gabby, the girls are doing great. Laura was going to blow wades head off until Gabby ran in the shot, hugging him instantly, only to be ripped away.

"Of course my dad is the weirdo married to a zombie." Laura grunts, but is secrelty happy that wade is still 'alive'

Gabby, being as young as she is, thinks it's so SICK that her dad is a zombie now, giggling when he talks to her and holding his hand. She's not allowed near him for long, and not at all by herself, but Gabby bassically becomes Wades number one supporter, defending him when he messes up and snaps at laura.

"He's just hungry!! He's not bad! It's not bad to be hungry!" She'll say. "You wouldn't kill me if I was hungry.." she tells her bigger, more survival oriented sister whos suggested putting wade out of his misery, for his own sake. "I tried that... he found me again 3 days later." Logan tells her with a pang in his chest. It had taken everything in him to kill him the first time, and sobbed himself to sleep the next 2 days. By the third when he noticed Wade following him from a distance he couldn't believe it.

Not even the apocalypse could keep them away from each other..

[ladyantiheroine]

Welp. I guess my type now is sweet submissive dead boy who is eternally devoted to his living girlfriend.

[2-dsimp]

HIII IM LITERALLY CRAWLING ON MY CEILINGS RN, ANYWAYS CAN WE GET A PIECE OF ART ON HOW SOMA LOOKS, sorry for the caps but I just love your art and I’m curious abt him if there’s a design or not for him 💗

Thank you! And Yes in fact there is a design for your zombie boyfriend 😏

Introducing Soma the Zombie 🦴

[ozzgin]

Yandere!Zombie x Grave Robber!Reader

content: gender neutral reader, scumbag reader, monster romance

"The right one will eventually come to you," mother used to say.

Except "the one" never did come. He sighs and turns around in his cramped resting place, glaring ahead. Pathetic, miserable tomb with no one else but him in it.

"Thanks for nothing, mom," he declares bitterly. He can't remember where they buried her, but she must be nearby.

What else is there to do except to rot away? If only it happened faster, then he wouldn't have to deal with his loneliness; he'd be a pile of shiny bones, unconcerned with such philosophical desires.

Suddenly, the unexpected happens: his coffin creaks heavily, door rumbling from repeated, monotonous blows. The hatch gives in, and he squints his eyes, cowering before the flood of pale moonlight.

"Damn it! Nothing valuable." You click your tongue and stuff your shovel in the rustled soil. "I guess this one's been dead for a while. They must've taken everything already."

You stretch your neck over the grave, glancing in one final time. Maybe you can sell the bones for some scraps, after all. Your eyes rest upon the pale man, who almost seems to be alive, staring at you with a gaping mouth.

He blinks.

With a shriek, you throw yourself back, scrambling to get away from the monstrous ghoul. It's not your lucky night, that's for certain.

He swings himself up, his spine nearly collapsing in the process. He hasn't moved in centuries, but this is the chance of a lifetime. Fate's call, one could even argue.

"Wait!" he shouts, lunging at your ankles. "Please, take me with you."

You turn around and notice his lower half must've detached somewhere along the way. You've been dragging him along.

"Ugh, what would I do with a spoiled cadaver? You can't even pull yourself up, man."

You glare at him with mild disgust, but allow him to at least release his hold on you and retrieve his legs. He coughs awkwardly, putting himself back together.

"You try moving after hundreds of years," he retorts.

The zombie scans your face and grins.

"What's so funny?" you bark, shoving your hands in your pockets.

Maybe the right one does eventually show up. It took him a lifetime of waiting, but you’re finally here. His.

He rummages his pockets, frantically searching for something. Finally, he extends his bony fingers and hands you a ring.

“Hmm, I guess I could pawn this off,” you say, inspecting the precious stone.

“No! It’s your engagement ring!” he huffs, closing your hand around it.

Oh, for Christ’s sake.

“Fine!” you groan. “Pick up that shovel. If you’re going to stick around, you might as well help me.”

“Naturally. Come, I know where most of these fellas hid their expensive belongings.

He guides you around with a giddy smile. Does this count as your first date?

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[allurilove]

A thought…

which yandere would be okay with being slapped by reader? Or how would each react?

would some be into it? want the reader to show them attention so even slapping is okay bc they’re desperate/obsessed with reader? be shocked by it (showing surprising level-headedness from a yandere lmao), not be okay with it in the slightest?

Okay with getting slapped:

Yandere boyfriend— I think he has a thing for getting hit. He would ask for more.

Yandere neighbor would definitely would like it. Would have a little smirk on his face.

Dumb yandere would be surprised, and a bit scared if you do hit him. Probs wouldn’t fight back too.

Yandere best friend, crybaby yandere inmate, yandere prodigy, Yandere mothman, yandere survivor, yandere farmer.

Would tolerate it for a split second before pouncing on reader:

Yandere husband knows it’s not okay to hit women at least. With men—it’s free game. The reader is the mother of his children so he definitely holds back, does some deep breathing, and vent about it in his diary LMAO! Spanking is his specialty, and he does that to his wife if they are misbehaving.

Yandere professor, calm yandere, yandere classmate, yandere knight and yandere camp counselor.

Yandere stalker would be fine with a couple of hits. He knows that the reader must be a bit afraid of him, and he is a strange man that had violated them before. But after the third slap, he’s going after you.

NOT okay with it:

Yandere prince wouldn’t hesitate to torture you, and he’ll get you to beg him for mercy. He would fight, bite, punch, and do everything right back at ya.

Yandere chaebol, yandere manager, and yandere mob boss.

Yandere ghost isn’t okay with slapping or anything that’ll cause him physical harm. He doesn’t like having bruises, cuts, and even damn pimples on his face.

[banj0possum]

OK, but imagine the mate for the zombie hoard trying to "fix" the zombies

Like the reader trying to find a replacement eye for soda

Or trying to help with ribs by putting back their ribs into their body

Zombie Horde HCs

a bit short but thats because i got quite a few cookin up rn, yan gang got me in a mood

💀 Screw finds all sorts of stuff that he shows everyone, most of them he uses to try and replace the other's body parts.

💀 You've tried making a few things in the past, like a small ball for Soda's missing eye or some kind of mouth guard for Bo.

💀 There are times however when they get uncomfortable with them and remove them, it doesn't feel right yk?

💀 Ribs' bones are a lost cause, you've tried putting back his ribs but whatever bandages or tape you use, Ribs somehow broke it and the bone is dangling pitifully in his ribcage. You gotta make sure he feels loved <3

💀 Screw tries to cover the bone on his arms and legs with fabric or bandages, he's a little insecure about it so

💀 The most they try to do is cover up their open wounds or internal parts, it gets chilly and you don't want your hubbies to freeze!

💀 Bo tries to make sure Ribs keeps his sweater on, but the little bastard keeps trying to take it off.

💀 Bo likes scarves that cover his teeth. Please kiss him through the scarf, he loves it!!

💀 They make sure you know they're grateful for everything you do to help them out with a whole lot of kisses and cuddles and fucking

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m!Zombie x gn!reader part 3

You're running low on food again. It's time to head back to the city... Except you'll probably have an escort this time.

(mentions of blood, chasing, ripping off a limb UwU, but fluff as always~) also this one is a bit longer hehe

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„Whath arg youh up tgoo?" (What are you up to?) Asked you Yellow when he saw you leaving your hut. „I'm running low on food in the pantry, I have to go back to the city." you replied while putting your backpack on your back. He hummed at your response and continued to watch you over the fence.

You came to the gate of the fence and stopped. Yellow was still watching you with his gentle eyes. You weren't afraid of him, you just hadn't stood by his side yet without the fence between you. You wanted to say something, but Yellow turned and left before you could. For being half dead, he was quite agile as he disappeared into the trees in no time.

He knew very well what was going through your mind. He was afraid that you would be uncomfortable around him if you weren't sure he wouldn't hurt you in any way. So he left.

You felt sorry for him, but you knew that Yellow wasn't offended in the least. And so you set off.

Within twenty minutes you were wandering around the city center, collecting non-perishable items. You already had a few cans, bags of powdered food, and so on in your backpack.

You were walking out of the department store when you heard noises behind the escalators that didn't work anymore. They stopped for a moment, then started again. You pulled your axe out of its holster for possible self-defense. You wanted to turn around and run, but the escalators were the only way out.

Snorting and grunts were getting louder each second. You concluded that there would be at least two zombies behind the escalators.

First, shadows began to appear, you gripped your axe tighter over them. And then... Then two deer appeared.

One of them got scared and started running clumsily up one of the escalators. The other one was startled by the other's actions and ran after it. Their hooves made a much louder noise than before, it was almost comical how two majestic animals moved up the iron stairs.

While one ran away, the other stopped at the top of the stairs, turned, and looked at you. It looked at you with almost as much tenderness as Yellow. Your reflection glistened in its large glass eyes.

The light from outside dazzled its antlers, as if time had stopped for that moment. He just stood there. Beautiful, peaceful, quiet.

In a split second, an infected man had bitten off his carotid artery, jumping on it from behind. It winced in pain as it fell to the ground. Another zombie crawled up and bit it in the hip.

You went into a trance at the sight of the poor animal's blood. You wanted to turn around and start running. You couldn't. It was as if someone had glued your feet to the ground. You were only moved by the fear that gripped you when the red eyes of one of the undead looked at you. His lips were stained with the deer's blood, there was still a piece of meat in his mouth, he growled, stood up and started staring at you.

Enough wasting time, you turned and started running, seeing it, the half-dead man started chasing you, with the other man on his heels.

The surroundings of this department store resembled ruins, overgrown with moss and grass. Even though it was daytime, the holes in the walls didn't let enough light in, and the light bulbs hadn't worked either. You weren't running completely in the dark, but you overlooked some obstacles. Whenever you tripped, your adrenaline in your veins got you back on your feet. You didn't even look back, you could still hear your pursuers. Luckily, they were slower and for a moment you got lost among the shelves in a drugstore. But they had something you didn't; a better sense of smell.

There weren't that many smells in the store, it wasn't hard to find you. You were running out of time to think. You couldn't think of any escape plan. The loud beating of your heart didn't allow you to hear your own thoughts, all you felt was anxiety.

You were no longer alone in the drugstore. They were getting closer and closer. Their loud grunting helped you at least locate them.

There is no choice but to defend yourself with an attack.

As soon as one of them got close enough to the corner where you were hiding, you smashed your axe into his head. He roared, more in surprise and anger than pain. It alerted the second one, so he started running towards you.

You wanted to remove the axe from his head so you could defend yourself against the other one, but... it got stuck.

You started to panic at the sight of a zombie madman rushing towards you with his mouth open, ready to devour you. Then suddenly there was a strong impact and a fall. You didn't notice what happened at that speed, but then you put it together.

And guess who was standing in front of you?

After Yellow threw you aside, he pulled the axe from the man's head with force and cut the space between the other man's shoulder and collarbone.

This scene was not without screams and other unpleasant sounds, such as bones breaking and spurts of rotten blood.

The fight continued. Yellow turned, picked up the zombie's severed head, and slammed it against a nearby wall a few times. He turned his attention back to the other and simply twisted his arm until it was torn from the zombie's torso.

He picked up the axe that was lying on the ground and finished him off with a few hits to the chest. Then he went for the one with the broken head again. You expected him to do the same thing to him as he did to the first one, but to your surprise he threw the axe away. Instead he picked up the severed arm and broke his neck with it.

After the massacre you just witnessed, you'd like to grab some disinfectant from one of the shelves and rinse your eyes with it.

Yellow breathed heavily, turning his gaze to you. You no longer wondered why no one had shown up around your hut since Yellow had been with you. His experience and skills had kept you safe all along. You were almost ashamed to doubt your safety at the thought of being with him and not having a fence between you.

The adrenaline hadn't left your body yet, you were still tense. Yellow calmed his breathing and slowly sat down on the ground opposite you. He didn't look away, he didn't say anything, he was just there with you.

Desire overcame you and you slowly crawled towards him. He didn't take his eyes off you for a moment, watching your every move, every expression.

You decided to rest your head on his shoulder and snuggle into his arm. You needed to calm down and you hadn't had physical contact like this with anyone in a long time. Your heart was no longer beating so intensely, but Yellow could still hear it and smiled at the sound, even though you couldn't see it in that position.

He sat there with you, motionless but relaxed. After a while, you raised your head to look at him. You saw those beautiful yellow eyes of his that always made you smile. He was looking at you the same way that the deer was.

You almost got lost in his eyes... But you were stopped by the sound he started making. It almost sounded like he was... purring? It was a vibration coming from his chest. You started to giggle, which made Yellow turn his head to the side because he didn't know what you were giggling at.

'Such a weird human, giggling in a situation like this... They almost got eaten!..or turned into a zombie.' Yellow thought to himself.

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After a moment of that pleasant silence, it became an awkward silence. You two cuddled next to two corpses in the drugstore. The thought and the smell made you feel a little nauseous, so you quickly got up and brushed off your coat.

You cleared your throat and started thinking about what you were going to say. „Uhm- I... thank you for saving me, Yellow. That was... wow." Every compliment seemed inadequate to you, so you just thanked him.

It wasn't a surprise when you looked at him and he was looking at you back like he always did.

You picked up your bloody axe from the ground and wiped the blood off on one of the dead man's pants, then put it back in its sheath. By the time you did so, Yellow was already on his feet again.

„So... Shall we go?" you asked with nervousness in your voice. Yellow nodded and let you go first while he followed you. He pointed to a few food markets along the way, but you told him that your backpack was already full, that you had enough.

You stopped under the escalators. You looked at the corpse of the deer, lying in a pool of its own blood. You imagined its eyes looking at you a moment ago. If it hadn't looked back, it might still be alive, you almost blamed yourself.

Yellow sensed your sadness, even though he didn't know exactly what had happened. He said your name quite clearly to shake you out of your thoughts, it helped. So you continued up the escalators.

The footsteps behind you fell silent, so you turned around and saw Yellow looking at the deer.

He looked at you silently, then back at the deer. His mouth was dripping with saliva, he was definitely hungry. “I’ll go ahead and wait outside, okay?” You said, waiting for Yellow to agree. He nodded and waited for you to walk out the door. Then he bent down to the deer and started biting into it's flesh. He didn’t want you to see him like this, but he was glad you understood his hunger.

You took a breath of fresh air outside and exhaled all the emotions that were suffocating inside you.

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You lost track of time. Clouds began to form, obscuring the sun. The wind didn't bother you though, your coat kept you warm enough. You wanted to check on Yellow, how he was doing with his...food.

However you hesitated. Wouldn't it be rude to interrupt him? After all, he was waiting for you to leave before, he certainly didn't want you to see him eating a dead animal!

You were consumed by a dilemma. It could start raining at any moment and it took a full twenty minutes to get to the hut! You wanted to leave. But you felt bad leaving Yellow behind.

„Hey, Yellow!" you called out. „Are you almost done with the deer?" There was no sound from the inside, no answer. „I just think it's going to rain soon... I don't want to get sick and I don't want to wait it out here either."

You heard a grunt, but you didn't know how to interpret it. Did it mean he was almost done? Did it mean he disagreed?

Without further thinking, you walked in. As soon as Yellow saw you, he growled aggressively at you with a mouthful of meat. He scared you, you had never seen him in such a state before. He was always so calm and composed, (well, when he wasn't killing zombies with your axe.) but his eyes were still the same yellow, he didn't intend to hurt you, he just tried to scare you away.

„Hey shh, calm down... It's okay! I'm just checking up on you." His eyes softened. You didn't look disgusted, nor judgmental. You just seemed to have been waiting a long time and were getting impatient. And that was okay.

He stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. He looked as if he was embarrassed. You finally took your eyes off of Yellow and looked at the deer. Well, the rest of it. It was a large animal, but more than half of it had already been eaten.

„Would you perhaps... want to take it with you?" You offered politely. „N-nno." he answered immediately. „Why not?" „The smwel.. whouldt attrch-ackt otther z-ombhiess." (The smell would attract other zombies.) „Oh, I see. But you won't starve, will you? If you want to finish it, we can-" Yellow cut you off. „No needth... I whill hunnt.. somethhi-ngh elss." (No need... I will hunt something else.)

And with that he started walking you out of the department store. You glanced one last time at the dear deer and silently thanked him for feeding your friend. It was a poor victim of this unfortunate event, but what had to happen, happened.

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You were right. Halfway through your way home started to rain heavily. You ran the rest of the way to get back as soon as possible.

You finally arrived. You took out your keys and unlocked the fence gate. You continued, but you heard that Yellow was no longer following you. You turned around and saw him standing behind the fence again, a short distance from the gate in his usual place.

You took a few steps back and said: „Come on, come inside." Yellow remained unresponsive, just standing there. So you walked over to him, took his hand, and led him inside. „I hope you don't think I'm going to let you soak here now."

As soon as you entered the hut, you took off your coat and hung it up. „It's a bit small here, but I'm sure we can fit here together." You said a bit out off breath, still catching it from the running.

Yellow stood at the front door and was looking around. He had only ever seen your hut from the outside, it wasn't as small as it seemed.

"You look a little unsure. Don't worry, I'm glad you're here." you assured him and pulled up a chair and sat him down on it. Yellow went back to his favorite activity, watching you.

You took a rag and poured water from a bottles on it. "No offense, but that blood all over your face doesn't look very flattering."

You started cleaning his mouth, occasionally turning him a little with your other hand, he didn't resist in any way. „Part your lips a bit." you asked him and he obeyed.

When all that was left was dried blood on his stubble, you went to wash the rag. By the time you got back, Yellow was already scraping off the blood himself. You took a bar of soap and started rubbing it on his stubble.

You were so focused that you almost didn't see Yellow trying to lick the bubbles off his face. You quickly told him to stop. It probably wouldn't hurt him much, considering he'd just eaten more than half of a raw deer. But still.

He was hypnotizing you with his yellow puppy eyes once again. „Heh.." you scoffed. „You remind me of a dog, you know." He hummed in question at that comment. „The way you always stood behind the fence... like a watchdog. Were you guarding the gate?" „..."

Yellow looked down for a moment and then looked back up at you while pointing at your chest. „G...ghuardd-ing youh." (Guarding you.) „Oh..."

You couldn't believe how sweet he was. „...sweet.." You could swear he blushed at some point. „Also... your eyes are dog-like too." you added.

After a moment of silence, Yellow started making a strange sound. Yellow started purring. He purred like a cat.

„OH well nevermind, now you're like a cat!" You giggled out loud. A faint smile appeared on his lips at your humor. „Guess that makes you a good boy, huh?" And that was it. He could no longer contain the flow of blood to his cheeks. Despite that, he started mocking you and acted like he was annoyed.

'Stupid human. Stupid, pretty, cute human.' he thought to himself.

-cuddling in a drugstore next to two corpses UwU