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Male!Human Turned Zombie x Femme!Human Turned Zombie Reader

Zombie apocalypse with zombie x zombie but less green rotting zombie and more like ashy skin frozen in time milky white eyes body is technically undead but they can still talk with some effort. Ultimate fluff and comedy!

Warning: pain, virus, basically it

Commissioned by: @monstersholygrail

“I’m glad you’re safe.”

Asher’s sweet voice wrapped around you. Drowning out the fear that had started to make its home in your heart since you had heard the news.

The World Health Organization officially said there was no known cure for the virus. No longer would the infected be housed in hospitals or around humanity. Instead, they would be shipped off to a little island off the coast of Italy. A former plague island. Poveglia.

Both of you watched the broadcast streaming on his phone. It had interrupted every screen in the country. Maybe the world. The WHO General Director was looking down, reading from something that had clearly been agonized over to not incite a panic.

“We are not giving up on individuals who have contracted the Human Wasting Disease,” he said. Voice steady. Too steady. Robotic. “We believe it is related to the Chronic Wasting Disease, but more advanced. While we will be separating those who have contracted it from the rest of the population, rest assured that we will continue to look for a way to treat this deadly outbreak. This is just to ensure the safety of the rest of the world.”

The press was going wild. No one had an tact when it came to something like this.

“General Director!”

“Sir!”

“General Director, over here!”

“We have more questions!”

He did not listen, not to any surprise of you. Why would a man like that listen? Anything he said would only be used against him. Already people were blaming the WHO for the outbreak in the first place. Saying it had been planted the same way that COVID-19 had last century. Conspiracy theories that the government just wanted to ensure the population suffered some kind of life altering pandemic every century, and this was the one for you.

You leaned against Asher’s chest as he set his phone done, rubbing your back slowly. Carefully. As if thinking.

“You know, at least we still have social media,” he finally said, making you laugh.

“Wow, okay. Glad you have your priorities straight,” you snorted. Earning you another smile from him, not that it was hard. All he ever wanted to do was make you smile or laugh.

“You will always be my priority,” Asher whispered against your hair.

“Y/N, be careful,” Asher said as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back against him.

“Baby, come on. They already rounded up everyone with the virus. I’ll be fine,” you laughed, leaning back against him with a small smile curling up the corners of your lips.

“They said that, but can we really trust the news?” he huffed, nosing into your neck. Dragging the length of his along your jaw as if to breathe in your scent.

“Okay, okay babe that’s fair,” you admitted with another light laugh, letting him dot your exposed skin with kisses. “But my job is saying that now that it’s been contained, we have to go back to work in person. We gotta pay rent. I’ll be back tonight.”

Something between a sigh and a huff passed his lips. Warming your skin where it fell. “Fine… I’ll go grocery shopping while you’re out so you can come right home.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t. It might be better if only one of us gets exposed,” you said after a moment. The worried inkling that maybe Asher was right. Maybe not everyone was rounded up for treatment. Curling in your chest thick and heavy.

“Ah ah. No. You’re going out to work every day then I can limit your exposure by being a house husband and taking care of all the errands,” he sighed against your skin as he littered it with kisses again.

And for the first few weeks, that was the new normal. He continued to film his silly little videos to push his social media following higher. Even higher than it had gotten during the actual pandemic, so he was able to work from home. He ran all the errands. Did the cooking. While you went out to work so you could still cover whatever his social media couldn’t (though luckily he was bringing in way more than he had before. He was cute and buff after all. For his workout videos, that was all he needed, luckily. He wasn’t exactly the sharpest tool in the shed).

You liked the new routine. You getting to be the one to come home to a freshly cooked meal and a clean house. A hot spouse who asked about your day and doted on you. What more could you ask for?

Then, one day, you heard a cat crying outside the window.

“Ash!” you squealed as you tossed open the window, seeing the pure white cat perched on your window sill. Milky white eyes staring at nothing. “This poor thing is blind. We should take it in.”

“He is cute,” Asher agreed, resting his head on your shoulder to peer out the window beside you. “Maybe he could keep me company while you abandon me all day while you’re at work.”

“It’s not abandonment. We need to eat,” you mocked as you reached out to grab the cat.

Sharp, needle like teeth sank into your hand, making you scream.

“What the fuck!” Asher shouted, yanking you back and slamming the window shut.

“It hurts,” you hiccuped, blood already pooling from the small holes that pierced your skin.

“My poor baby. Come here.”

Asher scooped you up, carrying you to the bathroom to clean your wound. Wrapping it in gauze. The whole time it stung, making you hiss and wince with every movement. The rubbing alcohol was so bad that it was stinging even minutes later.

That night your fever spiked. Asher wanted to take you to the hospital, but when you reminded him that you didn’t have health insurance so the two of you couldn’t afford the bill, he reluctantly let you go back to sleep. For three days, your fever festered. Asher did what he could to try to help you cool down, then he went old school and tried to break the fever by making you hotter. Piling blankets on you as you laid in a puddle of sweat. You were too delirious with the fever to tell that useless man breaking a fever was an old wives’ tale. That doing this would actually make things way worse.

The fourth morning when you woke up, you finally felt cool. Asher had fallen asleep on the floor beside you. That same lovesick feeling you had every time you looked at your long term boyfriend settled heavy in your chest.

You reached out to touch him, but stopped. Blinking. Your vibrant skin was a pallor gray. You stopped. Why did you look like that? Had you gotten that sick? You looked like death warmed over.

“Ash,” you croaked. Your voice raw and hoarse in a way you hadn’t expected. Despite everything, you had been getting plenty of water. Asher made sure of it. Holding the bottle to your lips when your hands were trembling too bad to hold it straight. Why did you sound like that?

At the sound of your voice, his dark eyes blinked open. Blonde hair mussed from how he had fallen asleep half on the floor. Slumped. He focused on you instantly. For a second, the loving smile you knew split his face before it fell quickly.

“Babe, are you feeling okay?” he asked as he pushed himself up. His hand hesitating. Halfway outstretched to you.

“Kind of,” you croaked again. Sounding like an actual frog was lodged in your throat.

Those dark eyes of his searched your face. Far more serious than you were used to seeing from him. Usual soft features were sharp. Scanning your face.

“You caught it,” he finally said. His voice low.

“Caught what?” you asked, letting your body collapse back onto the bed.

“The virus.”

Silence filled the room for several moments. Neither of you speaking. His words hanging in the air like a physical thing. Sucking the air from your lungs.

“No,” you finally said. Voice trembling. Heart thudding in your ears. “I… there’s no way.”

“The cat,” he said, slowly standing up. “It bit you.”

“It doesn’t pass from animals to humans. There’ve been no recorded cases,” you protested, though it was weak.

“There’s a first time for everything,” he muttered, brushing hair from your face as he was leaning over you. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”

“You have to report me. I have to go to-,” you started, but he shook his head fiercely.

“No. They’ll take you away from me.”

“But it’s not safe. What if I turn you too?” your voice broke as tears began to fill your eyes.

“I would rather be dead with you for one day than alive a thousand years without you,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re staying.”

Adjusting to your new normal was difficult. To say the least. You were starving all the time. Your limbs grew stiffer as the days dragged on. Your jaw hurt. Drawing air into your lungs felt like drowning. Asher had to get a telemarketer job that let him work from home since you (obviously) had to quit yours. He needed something to supplement his income from his social media videos. You felt useless since you couldn’t work. Couldn’t run errands. Couldn’t even really cook anymore since the smell of cooked meat churned your stomach something awful.

Asher, however, seemed to thrive in his new routine. Even though he was annoying people, he was so charming, so sweet, that no one seemed to have a problem with him calling.

”Could I tell you about our new Zombie proof hoodie?” he grinned into the phone. A pause. A nod. You were watching intently. What else did you have to do? “Yeah, I called before. Sorry but they gave it to me again. Yeah I just call the numbers they give me. Sorry dude.”

You laughed as he was finally done for the day.

“Babe, come to bed,” Asher whined, laying on the bed with his arms wide open.

You shook your head. Speaking now a days was difficult so you didn’t feel up to putting the energy into a fight, but you knew that you didn’t want to fight with him. Not again.

Like always when you rejected him, he looked at you like you had kicked a puppy. Hell, like he was a kicked puppy.

“I can’t sleep without you,” he whined, opening his warm arms wider to entice you.

And it was enticing, you had to admit, but not just for the reasons he thought. He smelled so good. Better than any of the raw meat he had been feeding you. The idea of sinking your teeth into his warm flesh, tearing the meat from his bones, made your stomach clench with both disgust and delight. You loved him so much. You knew that he would taste amazing.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, you turned, leaving the bedroom to curl up on the couch for sleep. Hunger pangs made it difficult to sleep. No matter how much raw meat you were fed, it never felt like enough. Asher even splurged, buying cow brain, thinking maybe that was really what you were craving because of the “zombie virus”. It didn’t help. Not really.

Sometime during the night, Asher crawled onto the couch with you. Pulling you close enough that your head is nestled against his throat.

When you woke up, you bared your teeth like the feral animal you felt that you were turning into. Asher hadn’t fallen back asleep yet. He pulled you closer, stroking your hair, “it’s okay baby. I can’t live without you. Just bite me. Then we can always be together.”

The rational part of you wanted to push him away. Wanted to refuse to put him through the same painful transformation that you had been through, but the smell of his skin was so intoxicating. The low hum of his voice as he soothed you was nearly hypnotic. Would it be so bad to make sure that the two of you were always together? No one was killing zombies anymore. You would just be carted off somewhere. Sure, dumped in the middle of an abandoned island, but at least the two of you would be together, and with other people like you. Maybe you could find some kind of cure. Maybe if you and Asher were there, and remained as coherent as you were now, you could even help come up with the cure.

Rationally you knew that it wasn’t true. You weren’t a biochemical engineer or whatever you would need to be to study viruses like that. You didn’t even know what you needed to be! How could you be helpful?- but the idea of finally getting even a taste of your beloved’s flesh, and of making sure that you would never be torn apart was too enthralling. You couldn’t pass it up. Your love for him had been the only thing even kind of holding you together.

He stroked your hair as he promised everything would be okay. Tears leaked out of the corners of your eyes as you bared your teeth again. It was selfish, on both of your ends, but if this is what you both wanted, did it matter?

His blood was warm and salty. Consuming every one of your senses. It took every ounce of self control you had to unlock your jaw to pull back instead of ripping out the chunk of skin from his neck. A low hiss passed his lips, but as soon as you did it, you were licking and kissing on the broken skin. Trying to soothe the pain that you knew you caused. That at least pulled a groan from him. Fingers shuddering in your hair. Since you had been changed the two of you hadn’t even kissed because you were scared of changing him. Now you were curling your fingers into the fabric of his shirt. Pulling him closer. Kissing his neck as you lapped up the blood you had drawn. Your cold body pressing to his.

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Yandere!Delinquent x Tutor!Reader— primal play, light degradation, ear nibbling, careful choking, panty ripping, manhandling, grinding, rough fucking, breath play, edging, teasing, brat taming, begging, light praise, creampie, claiming

Yandere!Delinquent definitely wasn’t a fan of this whole arrangement. Given his family was currently the university’s highest diners special treatment was expected. He hated all of it, the whole school. Everything. It just wasn’t his scene and he thought his low grades would reflect that. But somehow his family had arranged for him to be forcibly tutored. By you.

If he thought he hated it then he clearly didn’t know what hate was. Until that first meeting with you. It was fascinating, the clear exempt he saw in your pretty features. The hatred only making you more gorgeous in his eyes. His parents must’ve offered you a pretty penny to put up with this.

You obviously didn’t think this situation was going to last. In front of the teachers and dean you acted all polite. Then even more fascinatingly, the minute they left it was like a switch went off in you. You didnt bother trying to hide your feelings for him and he didn’t either.

The interest and growing obsession painted starkly on his face as you went off. Telling him about how you wouldn’t force him to come to sessions. You’d be paid regardless so feel free to run off and be stupid.

Oh, don’t worry, that wouldn’t be a problem. He needed to be around you. To figure you out. And he’d do whatever it took.

Every lesson. He was there. At first meeting you at the cafe or library. Then running into you ten minutes… twenty… thirty minutes before. You were starting to think he was stalking you.

He was.

Learning and memorizing your schedule like it was his favorite past time. It was getting serious. Getting to less of his delinquent responsibilities in order to follow you around. Even studying sometimes in order to find out what about it that you liked so much.

Clearly he wasn’t getting the message that you didn’t wanna be around him or tutor him. So that’s when you start being the one to cut your lessons off. Leaving him to sit at the meeting place studying for hours every time. It took him way longer than it should’ve to piece together that you were ditching him.

This just wouldn’t do. His parents were paying you for your time. He owned that time and in a way he owned you. Yeah, you were his and he wanted you with him. Not just during lessons. But always.

The last place he ever thought to find you was at a party. He had learned your entire schedule a long time ago through the very clever system of stalking. And when he couldn’t find you that way he resorted to the good old-fashioned method of being a delinquent. Having learned all about your friends he knew exactly which one to slam into a locker to find out where you’d gone. It worked every time.

Now he’s standing off in a dark corner, watching you dance in the middle of the floor like you don’t have a care in the world. Something dark and twisted churns in his gut at the sight of you. A deep need to chase you down and finally claim you like he’s been dying to since he saw your hatred of him.

As if all the hair on the back of your neck stands up, sensing his presence, you whirl around to him. Somehow immediately spotting him in the dark and looking like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Oh, you just keep making all of his dreams come true. A slow devious smirk spreads across his lips and that’s all it takes for you to bolt.

Yandere!Delinquent’s pulse spikes as he bounds off after you. Getting such a rush from diving through the crowd, dodging drinks, and full on pushing people out of the way. Every inch you get further from him has his arousal increasing tenfold.

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Yandere!Delinquent x Tutor!Reader— primal play, light degradation, ear nibbling, careful choking, panty ripping, manhandling, grinding, rough fucking, breath play, edging, teasing, brat taming, begging, light praise, creampie, claiming

Yandere!Delinquent definitely wasn’t a fan of this whole arrangement. Given his family was currently the university’s highest diners special treatment was expected. He hated all of it, the whole school. Everything. It just wasn’t his scene and he thought his low grades would reflect that. But somehow his family had arranged for him to be forcibly tutored. By you.

If he thought he hated it then he clearly didn’t know what hate was. Until that first meeting with you. It was fascinating, the clear exempt he saw in your pretty features. The hatred only making you more gorgeous in his eyes. His parents must’ve offered you a pretty penny to put up with this.

You obviously didn’t think this situation was going to last. In front of the teachers and dean you acted all polite. Then even more fascinatingly, the minute they left it was like a switch went off in you. You didnt bother trying to hide your feelings for him and he didn’t either.

The interest and growing obsession painted starkly on his face as you went off. Telling him about how you wouldn’t force him to come to sessions. You’d be paid regardless so feel free to run off and be stupid.

Oh, don’t worry, that wouldn’t be a problem. He needed to be around you. To figure you out. And he’d do whatever it took.

Every lesson. He was there. At first meeting you at the cafe or library. Then running into you ten minutes… twenty… thirty minutes before. You were starting to think he was stalking you.

He was.

Learning and memorizing your schedule like it was his favorite past time. It was getting serious. Getting to less of his delinquent responsibilities in order to follow you around. Even studying sometimes in order to find out what about it that you liked so much.

Clearly he wasn’t getting the message that you didn’t wanna be around him or tutor him. So that’s when you start being the one to cut your lessons off. Leaving him to sit at the meeting place studying for hours every time. It took him way longer than it should’ve to piece together that you were ditching him.

This just wouldn’t do. His parents were paying you for your time. He owned that time and in a way he owned you. Yeah, you were his and he wanted you with him. Not just during lessons. But always.

The last place he ever thought to find you was at a party. He had learned your entire schedule a long time ago through the very clever system of stalking. And when he couldn’t find you that way he resorted to the good old-fashioned method of being a delinquent. Having learned all about your friends he knew exactly which one to slam into a locker to find out where you’d gone. It worked every time.

Now he’s standing off in a dark corner, watching you dance in the middle of the floor like you don’t have a care in the world. Something dark and twisted churns in his gut at the sight of you. A deep need to chase you down and finally claim you like he’s been dying to since he saw your hatred of him.

As if all the hair on the back of your neck stands up, sensing his presence, you whirl around to him. Somehow immediately spotting him in the dark and looking like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Oh, you just keep making all of his dreams come true. A slow devious smirk spreads across his lips and that’s all it takes for you to bolt.

Yandere!Delinquent’s pulse spikes as he bounds off after you. Getting such a rush from diving through the crowd, dodging drinks, and full on pushing people out of the way. Every inch you get further from him has his arousal increasing tenfold.