#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]

Spread

Male!Zombie x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct 9th

Oct 8th

Oct 10th

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

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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!

[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…

[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!

[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..

[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.

[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

[p1nkprincess444]

ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ( ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ) - ᴛᴏᴍ ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

female!reader x zombie! tom kaulitz

word count: 1,392

contents: fluff, angst, gore

part one

It had been two months since the outbreak, and a month and a half since Tom had joined you in your makeshift bunker. You both were somewhat thriving regardless of the situation. When you had to make the trip from your basement out to get food Tom came with being more or less your personal guard dog. His hand always remained tightly clasped onto your shirt as you both walked around the abandoned stores picking out foods. 

As you laid in bed next to him you watched as he laid in a peaceful silence, but it wasn’t the same his warmth didn’t radiate off his body onto yours the way it used to. His chest didn’t rise and fall with every breath, You couldn’t hear his heartbeat anymore either even as your ear rested directly over it. You couldn’t help but miss the boy you once knew, you wondered if he was still in there. 

Tom was beginning to look ill, as ill as the dead could look. His cheeks were sunken in and his eyes had dark circles under them mimicking that of a black eye. You tried to feed him some of your food but within the hour he was vomiting in the bathroom. It was beginning to become evident that he was craving something other than dollar store potato chips or jelly sandwiches. 

You woke in the night but Tom wasn’t next to you, only the cat laid in the bed at your feet. Your eyes scanned the room immediately locking on to Tom who was standing in the corner. The only part of him that was visible was his eyes that were glinting in the moonlight. You called for him to come back to bed but he didn’t budge, his gaze unmoving. It was becoming unnerving the way he wasn’t responding. You moved to approach him, your hand reaching to grab his, but almost instantaneously he had you pinned onto the carpeted floor. He was like a ravenous dog, his teeth bared his eyes practically bulging from his head as his nails dug into your soft flesh. His eyes were locked onto yours before they suddenly softened as they spotted the glossy tears glazing over yours. He yanked himself from you, locking himself into the bathroom. 

He was killing himself by being with you. He was starving to death just so you didn’t have to see him as the monster he was turned in to. You were kept up the rest of the night with the realization. In the morning when the sunlight fluttered into the basement through the small window you knew you had to get Tom food, you couldn’t let him die again. 

Your knuckles rapped against the bathroom door as you stood anticipated to be met with a ravenous Tom, but instead he didn’t answer. You knocked again pressing your ear to the door trying to hear something, anything, but there was yet again nothing. 

Your hand reached up feeling along the top of the door for the generic key. Your fingers grazed over the cold metal key pushing it into the lock before opening the door. Just as the door creaked open it was slammed shut in your face making you jump. 

“ You can’t come in, es ist nicht sicher. ” {it’s not safe.}

“ Please we’ll get you food, not- not my food something different. Please, you can’t kill yourself. ”

Tom didn’t answer, you couldn’t hear anything either until the door swung open. Tom was utterly disheveled, his braids a mess, his face almost looking like a skull with skin cling wrapped to it. Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him into a hug but as his face pressed into your neck he stiff armed you. 

Tom made sure to keep his distance as you walked on the sidewalk and he walked in the road. You followed after him as he seemed to be drawn to the scent of something.

When you tried to follow him into an abandoned law office he stopped you, keeping you anchored on the sidewalk.

“ Stay, don’t follow. ”

You didn’t argue as he walked in, you were sat on the steps waiting for Tom until you heard a scream. You knew that you should’ve stayed but your feet were already carrying you inside the building. Your eyes locked on Tom who was hunched over a man devouring every inch of his bleeding flesh. He was ravenous His face and clothes covered in blood, his hands snapping the man’s limbs as if he were eating crab. 

You quietly crept out knowing you shouldn’t be there, but as you turned you were face to face with a teary eyed woman. It was obvious she knew the man as she looked utterly horrified and destroyed. 

Tom was aware of the crowd he was drawing as the woman’s sobs filled his ears. He darted past you tackling the woman, his teeth sinking into the woman's neck drawing sickening screams from her. You were frozen in place watching as Tom devoured the woman’s flesh. Her blood seemed to pour from her body as it created a puddle around her seeping into the wooden floors that laid beneath her body. The lower half of his pants were soaked in blood as the blood collected around him. 

His mouth and teeth were covered in blood as well as his clothes, but his hand was back in yours as you walked down the street together. 

You sat in the soapy bubble bath with Tom, the water tinted red from the blood covering Tom’s skin. He looked reanimated, his cheeks full and his eyes bright, but you appeared hollow and petrified. Tom took notice and tried to comfort you the way he used to. His fingers ran through your wet hair gently massaging your scalp with soap. He rinsed the soap from your hair pulling you down into the warm water with him. 

It had sort of become a routine now instead of Tom joining you for “ grocery shopping ” he would go hunting. You were both without hunger and want as you enjoyed your little life together practically undisturbed. Until you heard screaming as you stood in the store. Your face peaked out the store front seeing a few men with gasoline canisters setting a flame to the zombies that wandered into the street. A strange feeling filled your gut as you left through the back of the store to remain unseen. You went to bed with Tom that night, the television playing jaws once again, but you weren’t paying attention. Your mind still focused on the image of those men.

It had been almost two weeks since Tom hunted and you knew he needed to eat so you both headed out from the basement. 

You were waiting outside the building where Tom had entered, until you were met with screams. It wasn’t like last time you knew it was Tom’s screams. You ran into the building finding him engulfed in flames, your heart shattering as you tried to run to him. Arms locked around your waist holding you back as you screamed and struggled. The men kept you in place oblivious to the face you were watching as your boyfriend was burned alive in front of your very eyes. 

The man finally releases you when the stop was unmoving on the floor. He looked like a lump of coal, his body shrivelled and charred. You dropped to your knees as sobs wracked your body. Everything you had was gone, your parents were dead, and now Tom was as well.

You made your way back to your bunker. Opening the window and crawling in collecting your kitten and his favourite toys, you knew of a small family living a few blocks away with children, you knocked on the door calling out for them. The dad met you with a bat putting it away as he saw you were only a human. You put the small cat in his arms giving him the toys and a bag of food. You left them with that making your way back to where Tom laid dead and now cold. You curled up next to his charred corpse letting go of all your ambitions. 

You died laying next to him on the floor of the chemistry lab where you first found him.