#zombie x human

[snuffysis]

I'd end up getting raped during an apocalypse, zombies, humans, animals, literally everything could rape me and I'd just have to take it bc I'd just be a vulnerable human girl, so powerless...

[bunnis-monsters]

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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.

[hearts4werka]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 Introducing… zombie!chris .ᐟ

Died in the 00’s, some ghost-hunting kids accidentally brought him back to live from the grave, family died many years ago, torn up clothes, scars and sew marks on his limbs, greenish-withered tint to his skin, a specific scar going down his eye he likes to make up stories about how he got it, quite flirty, charming, face card is at max, has a special rotten spot in his heart for innocent!reader, loves how delicate reader’s skin is, compares hand sizes but without a few fingers, even tho he may be undead he does know how to fuck well, doggy style enthusiast, loves classical music, quite a prankster, likes to scare reader whenever her nose is in a book too long, doesn’t want to dress up for Halloween even tho reader wants to match costumes, adores the fuck out of dogs, loves watching reader get flustered when he calls her ma’am darling or sweetheart “Oh cmon, darling, you have to watch your step next time than have your nose stuck in those books”

| ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - things I assume he would say |

🧟‍♂️ - “Do you need a hand, ma’am?” He asks while detaching his arm and waving it around.

🧟‍♂️ - “Fuck… um- could you sew my dick back onto me, please?” He gestured down to the place where his dick is now missing from.

🧟‍♂️ - “I don’t need new clothes, I’m fine with these, they add character to my person!” “But people think you’re dressed up as a zombie all year.” “Well they can go fuck themselves for all I care,”

🧟‍♂️ - “Now do I have to? I have no idea how to bakee…” He whines but you grab his hand and drag him into the kitchen, but try not to be too rough as his arm is pretty flimsy.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 introducing… innocent!reader .ᐟ

A big sweetheart, loving family, virgin, loves all small animals, pink bows, mostly pastel clothes, delicate skin, gentle with anyone & everyone, always wanting to help, books enthusiast, clueless, falls for Chris’s pranks, a scaredy-cat, very lovable, secretly is falling for zombie!chris even tho she shouldn’t, blames all of it on the books, very curious about zombie!chris & tends to ask a lot of questions, adores baking fresh pastry, wants to create her own bakery but is too scared too, soft spot for zombie!chris, feels bad for him, always tries to convince zombie!chris to do something new, forces him to bake with you knowing he secretly enjoys it, bit of a crybaby, hates being mean, cozy like a little cute grandma, very innocent on a lot of topics, “S-stop calling me that, it makes my face feel weird”

| ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 - things I assume she would say |

🌸 - “You’re such a unique creature, sometimes I wonder how you’re even real” She cluelessly wonders while she runs a hand through his hair.

🌸 - “Let me just grab my sewing kit and you stay here, ‘mkay honey?” She reassured before getting up from her seat and going into her kitchen.

🌸 - “Can you tell me the story of how you got brought to life again?” She asks curiously, loving to hear how he tells the story each time.

🌸 - “Can we pleasee go bake some cookies? It’ll be great bonding time…” She pleads, giving him the sweet puppy eyes that always make him say yes.

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[darkfantasysworld]

Adding a TW/CW for this one for obvious reasons… F!reader x group of 4 M!zombies this is based off of a roleplay I did on one of those character ai apps. This post might come off as slightly misogynistic near the end of the second paragraph.

You were the only survivor- or at least you thought you were, you hadn't seen another human since this started, of course you've seen zombies but not actual humans. You went to an abandoned military base to look for any supplies, especially any weapons or even something to properly sharpen your knife with. You walked into a supply closet, hoping to find something… anything when you heard a zombie groaning. The room only had one way in and out but the walking corpse would see you if you left so you hid behind some shelves, you checked to see if you could push them down in case the zombie came in but they were bolted to the floor. You held your breath and listened, praying the zombie would just walk by the closet but no. You watched the door through a small crack between two boxes on one of the shelves and watched as it opened, you panicked, your heart began beating fast. The zombie was wearing a military uniform and had a skull mask covering its face. It sniffed the air, clearly trying to sniff you out but it seemed to give up, making you close your eyes… big mistake. The zombie reached behind the shelves, knocking boxes down around you and pulling you out of your hiding spot. You screamed and tried to push him off but it was no use. You got a better look at him though, his skin was decaying which was evident by the putrid odor coming off of it. You gagged from the smell and tried to pull away from the walking corpse but he didn't let go. The zombie growled and moved to bite your neck, you could see his yellow teeth and tried to push his face away, his breath smelled as awful as his decaying flesh. While trying to push the zombie away your hand grazed his crotch which made him pause and look at you. You were confused as to why he stopped, thinking maybe he was still somewhat human and realized this was wrong but he threw you onto a table, making you bend over it a bit, you obviously screamed, asking him what he was doing but he either didn't understand you or he didn't care. You felt a hand grope your ass and you tried to come up with an explanation because a zombie wouldn't want to fuck you… right? The zombie moved its other hand and you went to maneuver your way away from the zombie but then you heard a rip and felt your panties get ripped right off of your body. The zombie had torn your pants and ripped your panties off as if it was nothing. You tried to get away again but felt two large fingers insert themselves inside of you, causing an involuntary moan to escape your lips. You protested but it was no use, the zombie was fingering you and you were helpless to stop it, your knife was too dull to do much and you didn't have anything else with you that was useful. The zombie took your bag with his free hand and tossed it on the floor in the corner of the room. You tried to beg and plead again but the zombie continued fingering your soaking cunt, you were about to say something else when the fingers inside of you hit a sweet spot and you came. The zombie removed his fingers from your cunt and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. You cried but were glad it was over, you went to try and leave again when you heard a zipper and got pushed against a wall. You screamed and tried to move away as the zombie forced his cock into your cunt. The zombie groaned and moved his hips while you screamed and cried, begging him to stop, causing him to pull your hair. You couldn't believe this was happening, you could only cry as the zombie moved faster, his hips snapping against yours as he fucked you like some whore.

You passed out sometime while the zombie assaulted you but you woke up to him fucking you even more, your clothes were in shreds on the floor and you looked at your body, you could see cum all over you and as your eyes adjusted to the dim light you saw four more zombies who were fixing their pants, they had military uniforms on as well. "She's awake." One of them said, his was voice a low gravely growling sound but you could make out a slight Scottish accent. You were confused, how did that one speak, these things don't speak. "I can tell.. she's clenching around my cock like a dumb slut.." The one fucking you responded, his voice was also a low gravely growling sound but he had a British accent. "You're lucky, Captain, you get to be inside of her.." One of the others spoke, his voice was barely there, more growl-like than the others, he didn't really seem to have an accent that you could pick up on. "We'll be allowed in when she's properly broken, have some patience." The last one spoke, his voice was more there than the others, he also looked less decayed and had a German accent. You feel the captain cum inside of you and get up, you tried to get up as well but quickly realized you were handcuffed to the bed. "Let me go.." You cried quietly, you didn't want to be here, surrounded by these decaying corpses, they smelled horrible and one just assaulted you. The one that could barely speak walked over to you, he grabbed a piece of cloth and folded it a bit before putting it over your eyes so you couldn't see anything. You couldn't take it off due to your wrists being handcuffed to the bedframe. You went to say something and heard another zombie moving but it put something in your mouth to gag you so you couldn't speak. You heard more movement and felt something get placed on your clit and headphones got placed on your head. You were confused but felt the thing on your clit start vibrating just enough to make you aroused and through the headphones you heard women moaning and men praising them, calling them 'good girls' and telling them that they were serving their only purpose in life, that they were helping the men serve the country by letting them fuck their cunts. You realized these men were the zombies, you could hear their voices better and the quieter one seemed to have a New York accent.

Hours passed by and you were still listening to this audio, the vibrations couldn't send you over the edge and you didn't know if the zombies were watching so you tried not to move your hips for any form of friction. You found yourself thinking of the zombies taking you and it disgusted you but also turned you on. Suddenly you felt the vibrator get removed along with the headphones and the blindfold, you blinked, your eyes adjusting to the slightly dim light and your gaze landed on the zombies standing around the bed, they were all naked and erect. You don't know why but you spread your legs to show off your wet cunt, you weren't even thinking straight, you just wanted something to push you over the edge. "She's a pretty little whore." The Scottish one said and rubbed your cheek before forcing his cock into your mouth, you wanted to throw up from the taste. You saw the quiet zombie and Captain step aside to talk and the German zombie got on top of you, he was the largest and forced himself inside of your aching cunt, him and the Scottish zombie moved at the same time, they were fast and rough, the zombie in your mouth was hitting the back of your throat, making you gag but you managed not to throw up. The zombie inside of you somehow knew just the right spot that made cum in his cock, you could've sworn you saw stars as he hit that spot over and over again. The males continued to thrust, groaning and growling in pleasure before they came, the zombie in your mouth pulled out before speaking. "Swallow." He demanded, you could see a slight sadistic glint in eyes that made a shiver go down your spine. You swallowed the cum, it had a weird taste but at least it wasn't decaying flesh. The zombie on top of you got off and the two walked over to the Captain and quiet zombie. They were whispering about something before the Captain and quiet zombie walked over to you. You knew you shouldn't but you wanted them inside of you. The zombies uncuffed you from the bedframe but cuffed your hands behind your back as the Captain lifted you. You were facing the Captain while the quiet zombie was standing behind you, you thought they were going to use different holes until you felt them force both of their cocks into your cunt, you moaned and leaned against the Captain's chest for support, the zombies let you adjust to both of them before moving, they were both hitting just the right places that made you beg for more. You were definitely seeing stars now, each thrust felt so good, you came again, your mind flooded with pleasure as they kept going. "Atta girl." The Captain said, holding you close. "You're making such pretty sounds.." The quieter zombie said, you felt his cock twitching inside of you. You came over and over again from the males before they finally released inside of you and pulled out. You got laid back down on the bed and we're content to stay there, being a good girl for the zombies.

[vhoorlpool]

sorry boss! can’t work today. too busy thinking about an overprotective zombie lover that coats you in his blood to keep other zombies away.

nsfw under the cut!! (o^^o)

it’s ritualistic. he’ll rub up against you, cheek to cheek or chest to your back as he runs his bloodstained hands over your body. he knows he’s practically feeling you up, but�� you’re just so soft and cute :( he can’t help it!! he’ll keep you tucked against his side as you traverse through the hoarde; glares pointed in every which way towards his brethren. you’re his. and he won’t hesitate to tear anyone who harms a single hair on your head limb from limb, whether it be dead or alive.

he’s got a hideaway already set up for you the moment you agree to be his, tucked away from the rest of the world post-apocalypse; filled with as many rations as he could find. humans can’t eat brains like he can, much to his dismay, but that’s okay! he loves you regardless. you want canned fruit? okay, hold on. freeze dried ice cream? come here, darling, we’ll search for some. though he’s not letting you go anywhere until you promise to hold his hand and not let go.

he’s utterly fascinated by just how warm you are. cuddling up to you every night is nothing short of a dream for him, though sometimes he gets a little carried away. bloated fingers and calloused palms coming to rub at your plushy thighs as he dips his head lower, lower, lower… slimy tongue coming out to carefully swipe at your labia; lips pressing together to suck at your clit. he’d eat you out for hours if he were allowed to— your juices are like ambrosia to the undead between your legs. despite being a cannibalistic creature by nature, your flesh will be the best he’s ever tasted; and he shows that every time you let him make you cum on his tongue. he won’t complain if you’re menstruating, either… the more blood in his mouth the better. yummers!

sex with him is nothing but tender, too. hands pressed against your pretty, chubby tummy as he ruts his hips up into your own; cock brushing against that gummy spot inside your pretty pussy that has you seeing stars every. single. time. he makes sure to bring you to orgasm first and foremost, before dumping his load inside your womb with grunts and groans that are almost embarrassingly loud. he really can’t help himself. any chance to cum inside literally has him drunk off you, and considering he’s infertile… well, expect plenty of creampies… σ(^_^;)

you’re his pretty human, and he’ll make sure you feel the part, too.

[insomniac-hours]

15 // Zombie

This is part of my Yantober writing list Xavier the Zombie Bunny Tw; Zombie Apocalypse, Mentions of cannibalism basically, zombie x human so be warned, Murder, Kinda creepy towards the end

Zombie Bunny Yan that was able to keep his sense of self despite having turned, slightly grossed out at the thought of eating others but unable to help it.

Zombie Bunny Yan that is quick to smell you, mouth watering at your delightful smell and quick to search for you.

Zombie Bunny Yan that finds you hidden in a car, the driver's side window open just a crack as you tend to a large gash on your knee, blubbering and crying as you pour disinfectant all over it.

He can't help but stare at you, blurry eyes still able to take in your beauty despite the grime in your hair and dirty hands.

Zombie Bunny Yan that is able to gently tap at the door, shuffling in place as you look up and stare at him in clear fear.

The anxiety radiating off of you makes him take a few steps back, eyes focused on you as he just stands there.

Zombie Bunny Yan that watches you for hours, taking in your looks of panic as you can tell he really will not leave now.

Zombie Bunny Yan that watches you fall asleep that night, deciding to get closer and swipe at the door handle.

Frustrated when he struggles, attempting to rip the door open in any way possible.

Zombie Bunny Yan that gets the door open after about an hour of useless pulling, his eyes focused entirely on you as he leans in.

Your warmth amazed him, the clear life you possessed was different from his cold and dead body.

Zombie Bunny Yan that slowly touches your face before looking around, noticing little food left beside you and deciding to leave you be for the time being.

He finds a vending machine quickly and is able to smash it open, bringing you as many goodies as he can.

Zombie Bunny Yan that leaves them by the door and moves back to where he had been before, staring straight at you as you wake up and panic at the open door.

Zombie Bunny Yan that watches as you slowly get out of the car, eyes on him nervously before you leave in search of others.

Zombie Bunny Yan that follows you, watching you from afar and doing his best to keep other zombies away from you.

You of course notice him following you, grunting and groaning as he shuffles after you.

Zombie Bunny Yan that is pleasantly surprised when you let him follow you into a house, wary still but confident enough to believe he won't attack you in your sleep.

Zombie Bunny Yan that watches you sleep again, your resting face comforting to him.

Would you mind if he got in bed with you, simply to feel your warmth against his cold, dead body?

[romcomeon]

「 ꨄ︎ 」 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 .ᐟ

⁀➴ in death, we never part

⋮ NOTE DETAILS — solomon x gn!mc. zombie!solomon au. early halloween special. cw: blood, biting, signs of decay. wc ≈ 1.7K .ᐟ

⋮ SINCERELY, ME — featuring our beloved immortal sorcerer... or is he?

It is human nature to keep dark, bloody secrets.

That sickeningly sweet smell of decadent flesh, carefully paired with a bright savory drizzle of blood and barrage of soft tissue — all perfectly packaged into an impeccable main course near complete from being served atop a dinner table.

You were torture; Solomon could no longer resist.

Locked away in the safe confines of his room, his nails scratching the underside of his hardwood desk. Traces of luminous liquid splatter on the floor in spontaneous droplets, syncs of 'pitter-patter' as the pool casts a mirror-like shine with arrays of blazing candlelight illuminating the study. For speckles and shards of broken glass have scattered across the table.

The sorcerer pants, his head hung low as he tries to catch his breath. What little remained of his beating heart and working lungs, idly coming to a halt with every 'tick' of the grandfather clock mounted against blood-stained carpet walls.

It was a day he dreaded most. The day his self-restraining elixir loosens from its knot along the woven thread.

With a simple nudge then slip of his hand, the bright diamond-shaped vile smashes itself on the table's surface. His last hope, oozing in a small puddle, rendering the potion useless.

Curses muttered beneath shaky breaths: that vile was airtight for a reason. "Drat." Solomon's voice cracked, with each gasp of air growing more frantic than the last.

His hand lifts itself up and tangles within platinum locks, feeling his hair grow thinner with each pulling stroke. Whisked in the air was the growing aroma of oxidized flesh, tickling his nostrils, causing his mouth to salivate.

No.

The heavens forbid he turns into the cadaver buried all those centuries ago. Every twitch of gray eyes whose irises slowly turn translucent, every prick of blood trailing from the corner of his lips, every sign of life losing itself from his fingertips.

You feel the wooden door crash against its frame, locking you with the sorcerer. A fellow human, you thought.

"A fellow human," you hoped still. You could only stand in horror, watching as the familiar figure morphs itself in tainted galore, with every following tick leaving the other gnawing at the high black collar for his turtleneck.

For one second he was his usual cunning self, entertaining your simple choice of visiting Purgatory Hall.

Despite the warm welcome, you've noticed how his usual light skin had gotten paler, almost gray and dry. How the bags under his eyes grew more prominent. How with every chance he took a stealing glance, his breath hitches; lens scanning you with underlying intent.

"Have you been sleeping?" you asked, placing the cup of a nauseating mixture of spices on the table.

Solomon raises a brow. "Hm?"

You simply cocked your head, pointing at the glaring dark circles on his face. "Your eyes. You look dead as hell," you said.

"Ah," he followed with a soft chuckle. "It's from spell research. Not to worry."

You hummed in discontent —that wasn't the answer you wanted. "You always say that," you pouted, resting your chin on your hand, with your elbow supported by the plush blue armrest. "What are even you researching anyway?"

He sighed, taking a sip of his concoction. "It's rather important," he says in rehearsed diction, before staring back at you with that lingering gaze once more.

Seems like you could never get a proper answer, only averting your eyes so as to not shiver from his blatant choice of action. Had it not been obvious? You think he wasn't able to catch himself this time. Sure you recalled the moments of his longing stare, but those were different. Those were momentary glimpses that he'd use to tease you when given the incentive.

These were different.

Those weren't the only oddities you've noticed. Along the cuffs was an ombre of muddled blue, with veins bulging from its underside. Before you were able to point it out, Solomon excuses himself, tugging his sleeve to cover the marks.

You blurted out in concern, "where are you going?"

Solomon clears his throat, his expression, once blank and unassuming, quickly shifts to a reassuring smile. "Nothing, just something... urgent."

You see the latter's face turn bitter, seconds before he coughs into the palm of his hand.

With a shake of his head, he wipes whatever residue remained, closing his eyes as he gives you one final look. Solomon spoke through gritted teeth.

"Stay here."

Before you were able to interject, the sorcerer strides off to his room.

You hear the 'tap' of leather shoes against tiles grow quicker, yet fainter, the further he goes away. You were left sitting there, on the couch, with two cups and a teapot. As the echoes mellow down to an eerie silence, you felt something shiver down your spine.

The warm atmosphere shifted to an unnerving heat, with chills adding up as the flames burning within the living room lamps started to muffle out.

Luke and Simeon didn't seem to be here, and Raphael had been called back to the Celestial Realm upon Michael's request.

You took one final scan across the room: shelves open and hanging, plants wilted and dying, lights beyond blinding — the room beyond empty.

That caused you to get up, immediately inspecting the armchair in search for any more clues. Squinting your eyes, you knelt down on one knee, finger tracing over the brown dried up residue, slashes and mists that have long since passed.

The liquid trailed off to the underside of one of the pillows. You hesitate for a moment, your peripheral view scanning for any peering eyes.

Now that you've assessed that the coast was clear, you gently picked up the large cushion, angling along one of the many blazing lights to take a proper view of what you suspected was underneath.

You shrieked, causing the cushion to fly off and hit the light turquoise walls. Reflective fabric, with subtle hints of gold.

The brash ring of shattered glass bounces along the walls, hitting your ear without warning. You flinched again before making any further assessment, causing you to slowly turn your head towards the now dark, barren hallway; with a luminescent crimson glow beneath the doorframe.

The end of the cold marble hall marked the end of it all.

That was moments ago, before you started wishing to have moved cowardly, escaping this haunted wasteland before luring yourself in a weathered cage.

Inhale. Exhale.

Deep breath in, deep breath out. Your eyes shut tight, your feet twisting and turning you to face back.

In moments if your timing is just right, you'd swiftly open the door by the handle and dash long the halls. It didn't matter how long the run would be. You had to leave.

One step, and his erratic suffocation stops.

The eerie tension palpable in the air got thicker, cutting through the fog and reforming with ease. Your lips quivered, whispers growing louder with each dropping note. "What did you do to them?"

There was no response. You were only greeted by the unburied silence.

Two steps, and you hear the floor creak.

It was subtle, though you feel the walls inch closer, cornering you from him. Whatever he was. Be damned, whatever monstrosity extinguished the light of humanity.

His motions felt precise and calculated, yet wild and uncontrolled. Your ears could pick up the soles of his shoes grazing against the floor, as if he’s dragging through a limping stance. It’s inconsistent, almost as if the little spark surviving in his core tries to reignite and rule over his carcass.

The tiny sounds stop, but continue again with every branch his conscience falls.

Solomon mumbled incoherent phrases, his voice slurred but retained his clear and concise diction. Like a fork to a plate, his prolonging the roll of the ‘r’s or ‘ch’ of ‘ts’ only further cemented the anguish.

Three steps, and his hands found your body.

Solomon pulls himself closer, limbs dangling as his hands would only cling tightly onto any grasp of loose fabric. You feel a gush of cold air hitting against your neck, with his revellent embrace sinking you into his ashen body. His lips graze over your lower neck down towards your shoulder. Solomon lowered his gazing, taking a whiff of your intoxicatingly delectable scent.

He shook in delight, cocking up his head to whisper in your ear.

“Starlight…” 

Bloodshot speech with a croak of each syllable, but something was different. Solomon chuckled — that all too bastardous sneer you came to know and admire. The shift in tone and pitch had his timbre stabilize, as if you could picture his coy smile atop the barren pale face whom ghosts your every whim.

“Moni..?” you asked, your voice nearly squeaks.

“Oh, starlight,” Solomon hummed, thumb gliding along your chin in expertise. “You shouldn’t see me like this. Gifted to live forever but, at what cost?”

He lifts your chin up, while his other hand pushes back locks of hair that guarded your neck. 

Solomon sighed, “keeps your eyes away. I'll handle the rest....” 

"You shouldn't have seen this," he grunted, almost annoyed.

You gulped, yet obliged with his words. Eye remained shut, feeling him inch closer. “What are you doing?” 

Solomon shushes you, giving your neck one final kiss. It was like that for a few moments, gentle praises while the reek of a living corpse circulates your thoughts.

“Would you hate me if I did this?” Solomon asked. That question came when you feel the lining of his teeth press on your skin, digging deeper like a tease, yet horrific with how it pained even in the dullest touch.

Your demeanor faltered, your foot lifting to take the final step. “If I?”

Burked by the absence of common ground, yet arguably, he’s human still. Only proven by a simple answer, after Solomon playfully nips at the tougher parts of your cartridge.

“We’ve dealt with other atrocities before. Certainly, I can accept the offer of being…” Solomon trailed off.

A final cheer was the last you could hear.

— would you take the fourth step?

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Prompt #47

Medic is one of the last human survivors in a world destroyed by a virus, which turns everyone infected into zombies. For some reason, Medic is immune to said virus, and now has taken it upon himself to find a cure.

One day, Medic is searching for a new lab specimen to test new vaccines on and finds Whumpee, who looks to be infected like everyone else and is wandering around the lab premises lumping one leg. Medic approaches, net in hand and expecting for the zombie to attack right away.

But Whumpee freezes on the spot, and begins to back away mumbling "no... no m-more hurting....". Even tho Whumpee's skin is surely decaying, and his veins have turned purple under it, Medic is confused as to why a zombie has any level of self-awareness and even the capacity of speech.

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PUNKINTYRE FIC BASED OF LISA FRANKENSTEIN COMING SOON!!! i just started chapter one and i’m getting back into fanfic writing. I’m so happy to be able to share this with you all once it’s done!! if you’d like a short preview please tell me!!

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@hetaween-event

Free Token Day

[extremedross]

Pt. 1- SLC

A/N: I am absolutely not a writer and just a warning that my Grammer or punctuation may not be the best and the plot may not always make sense! Enjoy anyway (zombie x reader) Also, the zombie x reader part might not come till later on in the story. The first few chapters just set up the story.

Setting: Salt Lake City, Utah, in a science labratory

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I don't know what kind of idiot it took for this kind of thing to happen. The sound of alarms rang loudly throughout the building and the halls were reflecting the flashing of the red lights into my eyes as I tried to guide myself away from the chaos of people running through the halls and the screams of pain.

A few people bumped into me while I walked through the hall trying to to get to the exit, though I wasn't exactly sure what the hell was going on. Suddenly, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me to the side, stopping me in my tracks. It was my friend Maureen. There was a look of panic, confusion, and lostness written on her face- well what was left of it.

The flesh on her face almost seemed like it was melting off her skull from some kind of chemical burn and her jaw was slack as if it had been broken. The look in her eyes was empty and dim, making me give her a look of concern. "My God, what happened to you Maureen?" I mumbled under my breath. She tried to open her mouth to speak, but all that came out were moans of pain and something that sounded like gurgling. Maureen tried to grab onto me once more but this time more aggressively as if she suddenly turned hostile, but this time I pulled myself away before she could. Her once beautiful flawless skin was full of blisters and burns, the chemicals eating away at her flesh and dark brown hair. Her sudden aggressiveness surprised me and it caught me off guard when she lunged at me and tackled me to the ground but before she could do anything-

THUNK!

Dr. Hanson wacked Maureen over the head with a.. fire extinguisher..? "What the hell are you doing L/N? Can't you hear the alarms, or are you deaf? Get to the exit and meet me behind the building in five minutes, I'll explain everything later," Dr. Hanson said quickly, grabbing me by my hand and helping me to my feet while Maureen was still dazed by getting hit over the head harshly. I wasted no time and gave him a nod before running towards the stairwell as fast as I could.

Dr. Hanson was an older gentleman about in his mid 60's and has been working in this lab for quite some time so when he said something was wrong, it was wrong. And when he said it was time to leave- it was time to leave. He was an old family friend and was close with my father who they used to go to school with. For now I would just have to put my trust into him and leave the facility.

I raced down the stairs and exited the building. People were leaving with their cars and trying to to get away from the seemingly aggressive scientists who were chasing them and biting, scratching, and doing anything and everything to harm them. Currently, there were only 4 or 5 of them outside and seemed occupied with other people so I suck around to the back of the building like Dr. Hanson had told me to. I leaned against the wall, my hands shaking and heart beating quickly. Dr. Hanson's 1980's Dodge charger pulled around the corner and I was quick to get into the passenger side, trying to catch my breath as he rushed to drive as far as way as possible from the facility. "What the actual hell is going on?," I asked with confusion and shock from the previous events.

"Zombies" Dr. Hanson replied with a straight face and a serious tone, his eyes only focused the road ahead. "Zombies?.. but zombies don't exist, Dr. Hanson" I said, my shock apparent. "Well, they do now kid! We have to seek shelter immediately and prepare for the worst," He glanced over to me for a split second before back towards the road. I knew that he was trying to be serious and tough, but I could tell he was just as worried and concerned for his family and life as me. My eyes narrowed as I listened to what he had just said," Alright, but where are we going to go? And what about my dad? We can't just leave him at home by himself!" I said a bit more loudly than I had meant to. "Yes, you're right. We aren't leaving your father, we're going to him. He's out best chance of survival since he has the most experience in combat and has a higher survival rate than both me and you combined, kid." He paused and sighed before continuing, "Plus, you know how your father is with his ridiculous obsession with food storage and I have some experience of first aid, though not much. Everything will be alright, Y/N.."

Dr. Hanson did have a point.. I just stayed quiet and nodded in agreement. I rested my head against the window and looked out into the city and listened to the sound of police sirens and ambulances and fire trucks in the distance.

I knew, this was going to be hell.

[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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NNN day 14 | “Zombies Don’t Do Costumes”

“ Oh cmon, darling. I won’t, but I do especially love to scare the small children, they always scream so highly. Higher than you when I’m- ”

summary: Chris’s favorite season has came around the corner, Halloween season. He always loved to decorate the house with various scary objects, give our candy to children but especially scaring them. He decided to not dress up this year while handing out candy at your house and got quite shocked when a group of local children got scared of his so called ‘realistic zombie costume’ since they thought he was real. What would have you done if you were these kids?

warnings: FLUFF, kids screaming & zombies! Besides that it’s just cute trick or treating with your very real zombie boyfriend!

authors note: i know I’m late with Halloween fics and stuff but it felt fitting to have zombie!chris cherish the screams of children on Halloween while putting like no effort into his costume, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one.

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The scent of crisp autumn leaves falling on the ground and the soft crunch of them crushing underneath your shoe fills the air as you and Chris decorate the front porch for the night, hooking up soft glowy orange lights on the white painted pillars, Chris gripped the sides of the ladder as I stepped on the steps to reach the high hooks set up already. “Whatcha’ gonna dress up as this year?” He asks, gazing up at me and I could feel him trying to avoid glancing at my ass and I chuckle softly, finally hooking up the lights and slowly stepping off the ladder. “I think I’ll be a bunny this year, they’re so cute and delicate!” I answer, standing next to Chris and admiring how the lights glow and shiver in the soft autumn breeze but Chris on the other hand was admiring me.

He leaned his arm on my head and looking down at me, “What kinda bunny you mean? Playboy?” He jokes, gently ruffling my hair with his cold arm as I glance at him slightly confused. “Huh?” My response only further infects his laughter, his hand creeping around my shoulder and pulling my smaller form to his side. “You’re so innocent, stay that way sweetheart.” The soft cold air hits our skin —well my skin— which is our sign it’s time to hop back into the cozy embraces of our home.

Soft classical music plays from the record player placed somewhere in the living room, I’ve bought vinyl records of Chris’s favorite classical music artists so he can feel more at home, the autumn atmosphere hangs heavy in the air and I know Chris adores this season. His favorite season and holiday —Halloween— he’s always been a sucker for the spooky season but especially since he could scare the kids with his small tricks like detaching his arm and waving it around like loose meat, always chuckling at the soft squeals and screams of children as they run away from our doorstep.

— The Evening Came Around…

Finally, the sun dipped below the horizon and the streets filled with kids in various different costumes, Chris decided to wear a purposely torn up black buttoned shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the sew marks on his arms, black dress pants and combat shoes on the lower half of his body. The rest was just like he normally looked like, his typical scars and sew marks visible and greenish tinted skin, I was dressed as the polar opposite aesthetic, in a soft pink bunny costume as my hand subconsciously pulls down the small skirt which was the only fitting skirt I’ve dug up from my closet as a soft pink corset sucks in my waist but makes some of the upper parts of my body more prominent.

The sound of my platform shoes echoed throughout the space around us as I looked out through the window to see some kids with their parents approaching our home, squealing in excitement as I grabbed the bowl of candy, ready to serve them to the children. “Some kids are coming over to our house! Did you see?” I beamed, chris walking over to stand by my side and even with the help of my high shoes, he still managed to be taller than me. Before the kids come over to the front door, we walk over to stand near it and wait for the doorbell to ring but before it did, a soft slap was suddenly delivered to my backside by Chris’s cold hand. I jump at the sudden gesture and glare up at Chris, “Christopher, you have to behave when the kids get here! And don’t scare them too much, they’re just cute little toddlers” “Oh cmon, darling. I won’t, but I do especially love to scare the small children, they always scream so highly. Higher than you when I’m-“

I cut off his sentence before he could finish it by a soft slap to the back of his head and he grabs the spot where it was delivered, the noise of the doorbell now echoes through the room as I open the door. “Trick or Treat!” The kids all say in unison, holding up their little candy baskets and a soft ‘aww’ falls from my lips as I gaze at their adorable little outfits containing a princess, spider-man, batman and also a bunny. “Hey kids! Needa hand with the treats?” Chris playfully jokes, casually detaching his arm off his elbow and waving it around like loose meat, the smiles wipe off their faces as horror spreads across them as they jump and squeal as they stare at the hand in complete fear, their tiny hands clutch the handle and quickly run off into the streets while their soft screams fill the space around us.

Chris laughs but I walk out onto the porch with the bowl still in my hands, waving and calling out to them, “You guys forgot your candy! Come back!” My calls don’t work as they’re too far away and too afraid to turn away, I apologize to the parents who were left on our front porch and give them candy to give to the kids as an apology gift. “I’m so sorry, he just likes to play around with his prosthetic arm.” I glare at Chris as the proud smile still remains plastered on his face as laughter continues to fall past his lips. The parents walk off to their kids, hiding behind a nearby tree and they go over to the other houses. I walk back to the front door and to Chris, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him with a disapproval on my face. He stops laughing for a minute after noticing my gaze, “What? It was funny, besides you look too cute to be mad at me right now, sweetheart.” I softly roll my eyes before softening my expression, “You’re glad I love you” “I know, I know. Love ya’ too, darling” He suddenly starts peppering my face with gentle kisses, his cold lips grazing my soft skin before they land on mine and capture them in a melting kiss. His hand reaches out and wraps around my waist to pull me closer into him, my arm messingly landing on the door handle of the front door as I close and lock it. Let’s just say that we didn’t take any more trick or treaters for the night.

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[banj0possum]

Hi I'm wondering if you can make a platonic yandere zombie boys x child gender nutreul reder and they find us wondering around by our self and they basically adopt us

Zombie Horde x Child! GN! Reader

they have no idea what theyre doing

💀 Literally where did you come from..

💀 You just happened to wander into the mall they lived in and find Screw rummaging for stuff in an old freezer.

💀 He picks up your scent and looks at you, but..you're small..

💀 He smelled a human, what is this small creature??

💀 He approaches you curiously with chirps coming from his throat, poking at your tummy and picking up tiny strands of hair, just...looking at you..

💀 Then you let out a little giggle, huh???what???

💀 What noise are you making? Are you calling your horde?? Are there more of you?!?!

💀 So he ties a cord around you and brings you to the rest of the horde, keeping you at a distance as you run around, pulling at the leash.

💀 He calls the others and Ribs immediately sees you as food, but Bo holds him back by the collar.

💀 He doesn't know what you're doing here, but he does know youre supposed to be a baby human.

💀 Maybe lets keep you and raise you so you can grow up and be eaten! You know like cows and whatever humans did?

💀 Yeah sure, totally not gonna bite them in he ass one day.

💀 Bo is the first to take care of you, he just accompanies you while you walk around the mall.

💀 You arrive at the old arcade, most of the stuff there were broken or forgotten, there wasn't much use for arcade prizes or small candies after the apocalypse happened..

💀 He watches you run up to an old claw machine, the toys inside were still as pristine as they were years ago, the glass box acting as a protective barrier from the hands of time.

💀 Your face was practically on the glass as you stare at the fluffy toys longingly

💀 Bo watches as you almost whimper at the sight of them

💀 *sighhhh* well, wouldn't hurt to give you what you want right?

💀 You two leave the arcade with a bag full of fluffy new friends and a broken claw machine

💀 Next was Soda, he just tied you to a cord and just let you do whatever

💀 He kinda just ignored you until he hears you fall over and start crying

💀 oh oh no oh no

💀 please please dont cry uhh

💀 do you want food? uhhh uhhhh!!

💀 He hands you the juicebox he was saving for himself and you immediately stop crying and go on the run around

💀 oh no my juice!! better make sure you don't hurt yourself again

💀 He's so much more protective of you now, he makes sure you're playing safe or not putting something in your mouth you're not supposed to.

💀 Screw was kinda just..there

💀 Both him and Ribs looked after you together, it was more of Ribs watching you and Screw watching Ribs to make sure he doesn't eat you.

💀 The whole thing went to the 3 of you chasing a mutant animal around the mall together, giggling and playing the whole day

💀 They taught you how to be feral, Ribs is a bad influence..

💀 The horde gradually starts teaching you things like hunting or picking up scents

💀 Thinking about it now, they'd never imagine ever hurting you or making you cry

💀 During cold nights they all huddle together with you in the middle, keeping you safe from anything that would hurt you..

💀 Looks like they wont be raising you for meat any time soon..

[agileo-101]

Metamorphosis of Enigma AU (or simply Infection AU)

Scarab and Prismo is office workers who don't get along. But now, they must learn to trust each other if they want to survive. The infected are simply called TEETH