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yandere-writer-momo · 5 days

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Yandere Head Canons:

Love After Death

Yandere Skeleton x Fem Reader

I’m obsessed with Kate Bush’s song ‘Army Dreamers.’ So I decided to write a story about a soldier who died during a war, but he came back to life just to fulfill his promise of coming home to his lover…

There was a Great War many years ago between monsters and humans. A war that took countless innocent lives all due to the human’s greed. A war that took the life of your lover, Zered. Your childhood sweetheart.

Zered was a young sorcerer from the magic tower. A prodigy and pioneer of magic with a heart of gold. He was the man you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. You wanted to run your fingers through those blonde curls until the two of you were balding and wrinkly. To look into those sea foam eyes until you couldn’t. To press soft kisses against his full lips until your lungs burned. You loved that man more than anything in this world… but the war took him from you.

Zered may have died a hero of the empire, but you couldn’t help the bitterness that seeped its fingers into your heart. Your beloved was no nothing more of a war story. A great sorcerer who was able to take down the dragon enemies to give time for reinforcements to arrive. A war hero. And they couldn’t even bring a single remain of him back to you…

You sighed as you sipped on some homemade ale. Your eyes glanced at the sun’s rays that danced across the hay fields in sorrow. This was the cottage the two of you were going to live in for the rest of your days. The one you’d start a family in that was now cold and empty. It didn’t matter that the sun hit it perfectly each time, Zered wasn’t here.

You rock back and forth in the rocking chair. The birds weren’t singing their melodic tunes like they normally did. Which was odd. Why weren’t the birds singing- you almost screamed when you see a dark figure slink through the meadow towards your cabin. What on earth was an undead doing here?!

You quickly sprang up from your chair and fell over since you were a bit tipsy. Crap. Crap. Crap! You needed to head inside before that creature got to you.

You let out a shrill shriek of terror when the skeleton stood in your porch. Its red eyes stared into your very soul as it tilted its head to the side. Oh god… this was it. This was the end. You were going to be ripped apart by this hideous creature-

You went still when the creature threw itself into your arms as it released weeping noises. The skeleton whined and shook as its arms wrapped around your body in a tight hug.

“H-home. I… home.” The skeleton’s voice was a spin chilling rasp. A small tuft of blonde on its head showed that it was once human.

What did it mean by being home- wait. This cousin possibly be?

“Zered?” You gasped when the skeleton pressed its teeth onto your cheek like it wanted for press a kiss against your cheeks. “Zered, what happened?”

“Home… home.” Zered was barely to rasp out legible words. The skeleton cupped your face in its palms. “Love you… I home.”

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oct0bra1ns · 3 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#yandere x reader #octo answers #yandere x darling #octo writes #tw yandere #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x willing reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere jock #yandere doctor #yandere monster #yandere househusband #yandere zombie

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sinnful-darling · 6 months

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yan! zombie hcs

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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purplekissinger · 5 months

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Hungry heart: headcanons

Daily life with zombie yan~ what could go wrong haha

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Desperately enjoys every bit of domestic life with you.

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

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

#yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere zombie #zombie x reader #zombie apocalypse #im not a native speaker uwu

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thatsmef1nnb0 · 4 months

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Yan! Zombie and M! reader

(I'm not that good at grammar, but I try.)

As you stare at your television, your mouth lay agape. "LOCKDOWN. STAY IN YOUR HOUSES. A NEW VIRUS HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED" You roll your eyes, "it's like covid all over again." A sigh escapes your lips.

Little did you know that you were so very wrong. This wasn't another disease that kills and leaves their victims cold and unmoving. It wasn't a virus like the media said, but a spore. The spore's first step was to kill you, get your immune system to attack itself. Then it will grow and continue to the frontal lobe where it takes your body and uses that very body to spread the spore's kin through a bite.

Lucky for you, you were fortunate enough to have just enough food and water until your first encounter.

BANG BANG BANG

You shoot up from your bed, baseball bat in hand.

CRASH

You hear quiet murmuring from the room over, carefully but surely you make your way to the kitchen. A pale, scrawny figure is scrambling across to floor to try and fix a cup it had broken. Its eyes red and wide quickly move to your frame.

It lets out a small screech, as soon as it took its eyes off the broken cup a shard of glass stabs into his thigh. Another screech, a louder one. A lot louder. The zombie moves from a crouching position to a "all over the place" position. Which is true, you flinch and dodge at every new location it decides to sprint to.

Even if this thing would probably attack and ruin your life forever if you tried to help him, you did.

After a long back in forth from your reassurances and the pale creature's squeals and screams, you finally found a way to calm him down. Now that the creature was tied to your heater you dampened the wound and patched together the skin, The creature started giggling and shaking halfway through.

"What?" you ask the creature forgetting that the man across from you most likely has no clue how to talk or what you're saying.

The man with the pale skin and messy hair points to you and gurgles happily. You took it as a sign that he found you ridiculous, when in reality he found you immaculate. You didn't know this yet but you would feel the same about him soon. <3

#yandere x male reader #ftm reader #yandere x reader #male reader #zombies!#zombiez!#!!! <3 #yandere male x male reader #hashtag #yandere zombie #mlm yandere #slight yandere #zombie #<3 #broken glass #broke my cup

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warmerstranger · 5 months

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THE LIFE-SEEKER OF DEATH'S WARMTH

|| feat. yandere zombie x gn grim reaper reader

°°``Marked as and not excluding: Yandere (manipulative, obsessive tendencies, self-harm towards the end), light sexual innuendo/jokes, human meat cannibalism but also not..? reader is referred as you

a/n: trying another new post format, i sure hope it doesn't throw anyone off!

Recommended to read for those 16+, please proceed with caution.

It seems like your routine of sleeping on the metal operating table would have to change eventually, or you shouldn't even need to strip off from your outer skin anymore that often. How could it not? When the man currently occupying on that table is more of a good-looking catch with the low temperature of that freshly captured fish. You begin to understand, maybe this is the proof from that commonly said 'there are plenty more fish in the sea' idiom. Because, after grueling hours of a search mission for ways on cooling you down from where your hot place nearest to hell you're staying in, you finally find the solution.

The seemingly pristine dead guy who feels very much still alive and doesn't rot—must be the answer, he could be your sleeping partner—no, even better, your cool hug pillow! When you lean closer to inspect him with scrutiny, there's a vivid fragrant scent of perfume wafting off from him; citrus and a flower you can't recognize? Though, the latter is sharp and reminds you of the usual nobility would wear. He's cold to the touch, leaning to a muscular build yet not that rigid... That's what you can conclude after having poked, fondled, then hugged his muscles and torso.

Wait.

You can feel yourself getting grabbed too and pulled closer into a tight embrace where your shoulder is now chomped. He just took a big chunk of your shoulder.

So you lend him your helping hand, and your whole arm, and maybe half of your body since you're feeling generous. You need to change your flesh suit to another pair of body again in the end...—

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“Well, do pardon my brass and crust, but I meant no harm to you personally, that—I can assure you—is my deepest sincerity. Though the fact is undeniable that you tasted remarkable and I didn't feel disgusted biting into your skin, and so, thank you for the meal; the first delicious one in a long time.”

That's what he responded—this zombie who introduced himself as Chadley, adorned by a dazzling smile—how can his teeth stay sparkling white after all of that gruesome eating anyway? You merely shrug most of his words as you would only ask him to return his thanks in another manner for your personal interest.

“Oh, and could I be granted of the permission to guess what does that entail? Hm, perhaps,...” He gestures, a wave and roll of his hands to what kind of situation is he in right now; with how he's sitting on your bed with the sheets covering half his legs, “do you prefer me getting all cozied up and pampered before you have a bite of me? Really, you don't need to go that far for this little ol' me, I would still remain the same taste after everything. Even when I have lived between the rich and lavish, I still taste like the same rotten garbage fresh out of sewers.”

You sigh, no, that's way off the mark and you're sure he doesn't refer to eating as in sex matters. “I want you to be my pillow, to hug with and to cool me down when I sleep. Though, you can just thank me for that.. meal in another way if you're not fine-”

“Nah, I'm up for it, give me that job offer.” Too eager of an reaction, he grins soon, patting the empty area beside him on your bed. “We could start from today, right now.”

Since you suspect him of having some other ulterior motives, you set the boundaries and rules to start off from the reason for that favor and fair deal; because you wouldn't want to often sleep naked in your skeleton simply. Thus he will be needed for the purpose of being your cool pillow only for cuddling or hugging and even limited to his arm is fine, touching more intimately further than that is off the table, he can make himself at home properly in your residence here whenever he's comfortable to except breaking any stuffs and the likes.

Lastly, he's not allowed to eat you in any way possible without permission.

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A package of deal too good to be true, a promise sworn is made.

He even thought all the bare minimum treatment he receives as a living thing come too easily and fast for his liking as he tries to seep into the flow of things that you bring about in his daily life. If not for his unending appetite, he would've forgotten about being a disgusting low-rank zombie.

When Chadley have long gone used to the betrayal from the apocalypse back then in his past, molding through sharp and cunning ways to survive, getting any kind of cold shoulder, scorn and detest of most from the population even including his own race group—any of it don't prepare him for what he have to accept so openly; letting the warmth and peaceful normalcy wash over his repulsive existence, everything leaves him greedy wanting more he could only get whiplash adapting into it.

That's why he's rarely ever in your home, always roaming out and about after he leave you with some food he prepares most of the time; luckily for you, not much human meat.

It's not like you're a bad entity.

Not the slightest.

“I was about to think you brought that hot stuff to do them... In here.” you speak up with a shrug from the stairs as you descend into the aquarium basement special for his 'food' intake, approaching him closer where he stands above a ripped up someone around the corner of the room before you continue talking.

“I don't mind it even if you were going to have another purpose with them, but not here, you can do that somewhere else. I'm gonna ask though, is there any problem with the food I keep? I don't know how much different it is for you to eat one and another but if you have some specific taste you like, tell me which one close to it. It's the only reason why I bothered to give them a label you know. Just tell me what's lacking from the deal of my side, I'll also tell you.. that your food, those that you cook are a bit too salty and sweet on some unfitting parts so there's that.”

Things have been going too well so much that it feels off-putting for him to even take a liking to you. But, at this point, he has begin to seek whatever kind chance blessed upon him.

After a period of silence, Chadley chuckles and finally looks up to you as he joins his hands in a pleading look with a grin, leaning down closer to you. “I'll strive to do better, but can I have a bite or taste just a bit out of you? Pretty please?”

“No.”

“Ah, a shame. Better luck next time then huh? Maybe if I can impress you with my cooking...”

“You're not obliged to do that, though, I'm just saying what I wanted to say, like you don't even need to cook for me, that's what I meant.” A pause slips in while your tone quieten down, smiling faintly to him. “..I have to admit it's nice having someone to cook for me.”

Perhaps it's due to how you're of higher rank than him for you to regard him never with any loathing. But beyond that... He feels accepted, as if it's okay for him to stay as his nature, being able to have the right in living by another living being.

“You think you're my mom or something? And what with the.. lovely apron earlier...” you comment as you finish off another meal prepared by him.

Chadley guffaws. “I know in terms of loveliness, you're unmatched, but I would prefer the term househusband. Isn't it popular nowadays? But, more importantly, is the dinner more to your liking now?”

You merely hum, acknowledging his efforts and giving him points. Before you realize it, you have stopped acting as if you're some kind of a mastherchef judge and always dig in to his cooking without any reservation as a routine is formed from getting used to enjoy it every day. Along that routine somewhere, a some sort of civilized appreciation ritual is mixed in; him cutting up and cooking for his main food added whenever possible complemented with the proper eating etiquette.

Unlike when he would straight up feed into them raw, days ago. The reason being; “The least I could do.” without further explanation.

Of course, it's the least he could do for you, he couldn't be concerned about any of those whom he eat. If he could the very least gain your favor and respect... In your eyes, has he proven to be a better man?

He's certain for one thing, at least.

No one...

The increasing pile of disappearances—your acquaintance and coworkers moreover—has never been bothered you much up until now.

is better suited

Why can't you track or feel your friends' soul?

than him

Since when did your neighbors got infected and became a man-eating undead being?

for you.

You're bound to find out about it despite getting caught up in your job and all kind of business to clean up the mess left, caused by certain someone, who doesn't look even bit guilty when you confront him. Chadley doesn't flinch or panic, grasping your palms just firmly. “You know I've always liked you, right? So I was only doing you a favor, many of them, but of course you don't need to return them.” The uttered words, though doesn't mean anything that deeply, his widening gaze and smile says otherwise of the feelings lurking within as his hands slowly creep up to grab your arms. “Just trust me, it's only normal to do from someone like me who cares about you and all, isn't it? So you don't need to take it too seriously, right?” Being drawn closer, his hands reach up to your shoulder and then, neck... Under your awareness of your pulse beating beneath his tight grip.

“I'm doing a good job to take care every part of you, so you should fit me to a tee.”

In spite of everything, still, it doesn't matter. After you handcuffed his wrists together while he's trapped in a specialized cage, you intend to leave and fix up your problems earlier, but his voice calling out your name halts you.

“Ahh, it's useless you know? This punishment of yours.. do you like me then? I might as well think of it as some kinky roleplay. I would still do those things all over again, though I regret for having to be separated from you like this.”

Shaking your head in disapproval, you turn around before you hear a clanging sound and... Something being sunken into, ripped apart, cracking—

When you face him again, he's has bitten and devoured half his arm through. His look are still directed to you, a challenging glint reflected on his smiling eyes.

As expected, it suits him the best to go far beyond his nature after all.

#yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #male yandere x you #yandere male x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere x you #yandere fanfiction #yandere zombie

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deadghosy · 2 years

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(WARNING: KINDA GORE OR BLOODY!?)

The poor zombie watches you run across the hall. Eyes hungry for a nice tasty feasting. He loves watching you, your beauty, you angelic screaming voice, you lucid dreamy eyes, your tasty looking limbs. He just wanted you to be his, his meal, his first eaten human. You look so beautiful. He love how more beautiful you would look if you were covered in blood and with your brains leaking out. He finally caught up to you.

You screamed as his rotting pale arm grabbed harshly at your own alive arm. His eyes showed hearts, you accidentally looked into his eyes. You saw the hearts and you got even more confused and scared. While you still were trying to get the rotten flesh off of you. He looked more into your body. His other arm went towards your waist. He pushes your body towards him more, he just wanted to feel you. He loves how close up your scared face was.

He really wasn’t like other zombies for sure. His clothes aren’t much ripped. He was wearing a gray hoodie with black sweatpants, and some white sneakers. He couldn’t believe he finally had you with him. He finally have you. His meal.

#yandere x reader #yandere zombie #zombie x reader #my little story

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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are you able to give me any ideas for like, a yandere zombie? i need writing inspo rn

-Has to be on a leash or tethered to their darling in some way, as they're too dangerous to be an arms length away

-Brings you "food" which is just random things from the store as well as tattered and torn body parts, wanting to make sure you're eating at least once a day (how they escape the rope, you can never fully find out)

-Has some cognitive abilities left if you so wish, able to communicate in small ways (or simply have all brain functions, it's dealers choice!)

-The way infection spreads is up to you, it can be a predisposed sort of deal., it can be similar to the walking dead, it can be bite related (but cutting off the affected area saves you) and so on!

-They'd probably always be cold since blood flow stops, so constantly holding onto you at night or even during the day in colder months

-It's fiction, so there's some suspension of disbelief! have fun with ideas and ways a zombie can act! It doesn't have to be scientifically correct or make any sort of sense!

This reminds me of that yandere virus AU I made like four or so years ago, it was fun! I might search through that tag again for nostalgia sake!

I hope these ideas help out a bit bean! Im sorry if Im not much help!

-Mommabean

#yandere zombie #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #anon asks #anon confessions are amazing

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bloodyboi · 2 years

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YANDERE ZOMBIE x READER

#black writer #male yandere #yandere writer #cw: gore #tw:gore #zombie x reader #yandere zombie #brains #blood #zombie apocalypse #zombie au #yandere my love #yandere boys #male reader #female reader #gn reader

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notitts · 9 months

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Yandere! Zombie x reader pt 2

She looked like she was just infected, she still has a fresh wound. She’s too far from saving from the infection though. Her eyes held mine in a chokehold. Swirling with desire, mischief, and obsession. It terrifies me.

She starts leaning closer to my ear, as if to say something. Waiting for her words, I’m shocked to feel her inhale deeply. She was smelling me. Letting out a sigh she leans back with a smile. The corners were ripping confirming that she is in fact infected. It gave her an inhuman look.

I start tearing up out of fear. She noticed this and started talking, “don’t worry baby. Theres nothing to be scared of with me around. I’m Judy going to bite you real quick so you can never leave me”.

Hearing her words I start to violently thrashing, trying to push her off. I bite her arm, making her momentarily distracted. Using this, I manage to push her off me. Taking no time to think I bolt in a random direction. After a second I hear her get up and going after me. The farther I try and get away the closer she gets. She runs faster than any human ever could. Within second she was able to tackle me to the ground with a harsh growl.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU TRYING TO BE KILLED, CAUSE I CAN ARRANGE THAT!”, she burst out. I shake my head trying to not piss her off any more. She can easily take me out. Easily take my life as if it were nothing.

While holding me down she sighs heavily. Meeting my eyes she said, “Look I don’t want to hurt you baby, but you need to listen to me. I will bite you. You will take it. You have no choice. You may not love me now but you’ll have the rest of eternity to learn to”. Once again she leans close to my ear. Snapping open her mouth, getting ready to infect. I can feel the color drain from my face as I know what’s about to happen. I pray for a miracle to happen in the split second before her mouth made contact.

I realize it’s too late as I feel her teeth sink deeply into my neck. Slowly. Agonizing. Filling my stomach with dread. My neck burns in a white pain. Pain that slowly subsides as I lose consciousness. As she notices, she holds a look of pure joy. As if it were her wedding day, and not my doomsday. She starts to giggle like a school girl as my hearing starts to fade. As my hearing goes, my body starts to freeze before losing feeling. The last to go is my vision. As my eyes die out I can see her mouthing, “soon darling. Soon, we’ll be one”. She was the last thing I saw before I succumb to the darkness.

#yandere monsters #fiction #fanfic #imagines #reader insert #writing #Yandere zombie #Yandere zombie x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 3 months

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"Your partner is a literal rotting monstrosity - how the hell are you able to live with that?

Reader: Hold on one moment- [pulls out their phone and calls their partner]

Undead Yan: Baabe? Oh my gosh, hiiii!~ - I can"t believe you called me first, I miss you so much! Heyyy, have I ever told how much I love you? I probably have the last dozen times I called, but I need to tell you everytime! I love, love, love you - come back soon, kay? Love you!"

[Reader hangs up their phone]

Reader: I get to go home to that everyday..... So there's that - and the fact their growling keeps intruders away.... Well, it keeps mostly everyone away, but I'm not much of a people person anyway.

#yandere zombie #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere text

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oct0bra1ns · 4 months

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I wanna make yan!zombie cry so badddd😭😭 what are the things that darling has done to make zombie cry?

POOR YANDERE ZOMBIE PLS😭 In canon as of yet, not really anything BUT i can give you small scenario as compensation.

For as long as Yandere Zombie had been turned, you had always accepted how clingy they were towards you, perhaps it was the sudden change of losing their bodily autonomy that made them cling to something or anything that was familiar. That something was of course, you.

But as of lately, their clinginess was getting to you, you tried, as much as you could to try and just deal with it, not wanting to hurt your partner. You were never a calm and collected person, the both of you knew that, but you promised them at the very start of the relationship, never once would you ever raise your voice at them, you knew first hand the kind of damage it brought, growing up seeing your parents hurl profanities at each other and taking the rest of their anger out on you. You would never want to inflict that pain upon them, you are better than your parents.

or at least you thought you were.

You watched Yandere Zombie as they stumbled back, eyes widening as they processed what just happened, for the you pushed them away, you..you hurt them, you of all people, you who swore to never hurt them was glaring at them.

"For once I want to be left alone! Ever since you turned, you've been so incredible clingy. I'm tired of it, I have other things I need to do, I can't have you chasing me like a lost puppy. If it weren't for the fact that you had some semblance of your humanity, I would have let you to rot ages ago." You seethed, slamming the door as you left.

Tears streamed down Yandere zombies eyes. They clutched their chest, trying to keep their sobs quiet, what if you thought of them as incapable, even more than you already thought them to be.

The room seemed to close in on them. They crumpled to the floor, knees giving way beneath the overwhelming tide of emotions. A guttural wail escaped their lips, a raw expression of the pain etched into their soul.

#octo answers #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #octo writes #yandere #tw yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere x willing reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere zombie #anon!

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Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I love the yan zombie can we have more ❤️

im so glad you liked them! and im having a good day, i hope you are as well.

cws : post-mutation yan! zombie, slight gore mention but it’s just the reader panicking about being eaten, was fucking around with some new writing ideas aka trying to sound more sophisticated pls forgive me if it sounds like ass

you watch with horror as the zombie’s flesh begins to mend itself — just what the hell was happening? you’d figured they had a different strain, but for it to mutate again? their eyes dart to you, a smile that seems too wide begins to split their cheeks. their skin stretches and becomes taut, sharpened canines glinting in the candlelight.

they take one step, two steps, three steps, stopping in front of your restrained form. you flinch as they reach out to you, bloodied fingertips feeling featherlight as they lift your chin. “hm…”

your mind is racing. what do they plan to do? are they going to eat you? are they going to sink their teeth into your flesh and tear meat from the bone? surely, with how sharp their incisors look they would have no issue.

“please,” you swallow thickly. “don’t hurt me.”

their smile drops. “hurt you? oh little mate, i would never hurt you.”

they stroke your hair, the action is unsettling rather than comforting as they’d hoped for. their hand feels heavy, cold. you notice that something seems to be pulsing beneath the skin of their throat. “not unless you tried to leave me, at least. but you wouldn’t leave me… right?”

you quickly shake your head, missing the thinly veiled desperation in their tone. “good, good. i knew i made the right choice in taking you as my mate.”

they stand suddenly, leaving the room; you hear rustling, then a crash — a string of curses following. they bound back into the room, a giddy look in their eyes. “i got you this!”

they push a book into your hands. it was a book you’d been rambling about during the early days of your friendship — back when you were looking for ways to leave. you’d come to like the zombie though, so you’d decided to stay. they definitely increased your chances of survival by far.

“thank you.” you force a smile, your senses picking up a new scent. “what’s that smell?”

their eyes light up. “d’ya like it? it’s my pheromones — or, well, i think it is?” they sheepishly scratch their cheek, accidentally injuring themself. the flesh is quick to mend. you gulp.

“it’s nice. smells good.” you open your book, missing the way they shudder with delight, tongue darting out to wet their lips.

soon, they think. soon i’ll set my plan into action.

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purplekissinger · 5 months

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Hungry heart

Your yandere is the 'hide the zombie bite' type of guy.

TW: yandere themes, disease themes (if that makes you nervous please proceed with caution. I personally wrote this to cope with fear of zombie virus). Angst at first, wholesome then. Also my english is hrr drr eww.

‘I bet my ass you were bitten,’ you said coldly.

One couldn’t look at Michael without tears. From the very morning he looked… unwell. He clearly had a fever, and a strong one; despite this, he did his best to cheer you up and even tried to make awkward jokes, but when he thought you weren’t looking, he would quickly roll up the sleeve of his sweater and look at his wrist anxiously. His (more so than usual) erratic behavior made it straight up obvious. You put two and two together easily and played along with him for a while, but honestly? All this would be charming if it weren't lethal.

It seemed impossible for Michael to blush any more than he already was, and yet he managed.

‘Biten?! What do you mean?’ his nervous laughter turned into a strained cough, but he immediately pulled himself together. ‘It's because of the flu, right? Y/N, I swear, I’m just a bit under the weather. Yesterday it was terribly cold…’

‘In the middle of July?’ you raised an eyebrow. ‘By the way, since when do you wear sweaters in the summer?’

‘I love this sweater, after all, you gave it to me!’ Michael exclaimed passionately. Well, at least that was true. ‘Our 32nd date, remember?’ he added dreamingly.

‘Don’t change the subject, Michael, you’re being ridiculous,’ said you tiredly. That was hell of a night, with him, covered in cold sweat, restless and moaning, clinging to you like there's no tomorrow (and there probably wasn't). ‘Please, show me your arm. Just let me see the bite and be over it.’

Michael hid his arm behind the back quickly and forced a smile. He never was a good liar.

'Y/N, honey, you h-have to believe me,' he choked on his own words with another cough, much stronger this time, and that cough was louder than words. When he could breathe again, you looked straight into his eyes, and whatever he read on your face made him let out a small sob.

“Michael,” you said with an unusual harshness in your voice. If he chose to be a little whiner, you should have taken responsibility for you two. “I'm literally traveling through abandoned cities with my crazy stalker who just won't shut up about how exactly he was obsessing over me before the zombie apocalypse. Is there anything else left that we are hiding from each other?”

He shook his head, unable to speak.

“Was that a yes or no?”

“No,” Michael whispered and, with a gesture full of despair, hid his burning face in his hands. His shoulders shuddered slightly.

You took a small step forward and reached your hand forward as if to comfort him.

“Michael,” you whispered. “Michael, hush, please.”

He peeked at you through his fingers with both horror and hope. You finally placed your hand on his shoulder and gently stroked it.

“Hush, no need to twitch. Unlike someone, I don’t bite,” you smiled weakly. And at that moment he finally lost it and burst into tears in full force. You held him tightly, hugging him with all your strength, feeling his fever rise and knowing that even now you would never leave him. Especially now.

* * *

“I thought you were above the “hiding a zombie bite” trope,” you joked awkwardly as you bandaged Michael’s arm with a clean cloth. At this point it wouldn't help him any more than a bar of chocolate, but at least he'd spend this day as a human being and not as a scared abandoned pet.

“I am, in fact,” he said and gave you a small smile. “Would it be any other group of survivors, I wouldn’t hide it.”

"Oh?!" you poked his shoulder playfully. “Do you particularly hate me or what?”

"No, not at all!" he said quickly. His mood seemed to have changed for the better now. “Not at all, Y/N, really. I... just don't want this to end. I don’t want us to end.”

He definitely needed painkillers. You turned to the cabinet where the medications were kept.

"Explain yourself."

“Everything... Absolutely everything was going so perfectly,” Michael said sadly. “You and I are finally together, alone in the whole world. Everything was as I always dreamed. You have only me, I have only you, no one and nothing can separate us and we will never part. It was heaven. I just didn't want this to end. Not now, not ever. Y/N, I swear, I have never been happier than during the zombie apocalypse.”

“My friend, you're not right in the head,” you rolled your eyes.

He grinned. “Tell me something I don't know. But really, I was utterly happy all this time. Were you?" he looked up at you.

“You can be funny sometimes,” the corner of your mouth twitched.

“Was funny,” he sighed. “I think this is how we should say it now.”

“No, this isn’t,” you said sternly. “Open your mouth now and drink this. That's it, good boy. What if you come back as a friendly zombie?”

Michael laughed in disbelief. “It doesn’t work that way,” he said. “No matter how much I adore you now, I will forget everything very soon. I'll be just as dead as before I met you, only… deader. Although, of course, the thought of eating you has always been tempting...”

“You’re terrible,” you snorted. "No, seriously though. I’m positive that something will remain? You may not be able to learn nuclear physics, but you will remember at least something, and, of course, I will help you with this.”

The meaning of your words did not reach him right away. Then Michael shook his head furiously.

“Y/N, no,” he said pleadingly. “Don't even think about it. It's too dangerous."

"Why not?" you shrugged. If he chose to be a little whiner, all you have left was to save both of you. “We’ll find you a nice collar and gag. Would you prefer it pink or black?”

“This is not a joke,” he protested, and then he realized that you weren’t joking.

…You sat there, hugging each other, thinking about tomorrow with horror, but also with hope.

“Promise me,” Michael whispered. “I don’t care if it’s pink or black, but it should have a “Y/N's Personal Property” tag.’

You kissed his cheek tenderly.

"Promise".

#yandere oc #yandere x reader #zombie apocalypse #zombie x reader #yandere zombie #tw yandere #as an author i swear he did came back as a friendly zombie and everything was fine #warm bodies but on crack #what is this even

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sweet-as-an-angel · 6 months

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Zombie! König NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Mentions of Breeding, Implied Forced Pregnancy/Eggnancy, Stomach Bulging, Restraining, Unprotected Sex, Monster Fucking, Zombie Fucking, Implied Yandere König, Possessive König, Jealous König, Zombie! König, Human! Reader, Zombie Anatomy, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except You.

Your current condition, that being thoroughly incapacitated, used and spent, had been the result of König’s jealousy, his possession of you.

All it took was for him to see you speaking with another survivor – one which had materialised out of nowhere – a little too enthusiastically.

Not that anyone could blame you; he was the first living person you’d seen in months, and you to him, too.

Until König showed up. Lumbering and mammoth and disease-ridden, he rocked up to you on creaking bones and stiffened joints, his deathly condition apparent in every facet of his being, from his gait to the stale blood staining his tactical gear.

The other survivor took one look at him and didn’t even hesitate before he all but took flight, bolting in the opposite direction.

You weren’t a fool. You knew König had done it on purpose.

He may be undead, but he was smart. Too smart.

Later that evening, you didn’t even look at König, instead bundling up in your room within the decrepit confines of your hideout while König ruminated.

If he could, he was sure his heart would squeeze, his throat would constrict at the prospect of upsetting you.

But, either because of his decaying state or something more carnal clouding his remorse.

The thought of that man, just some guy, touching you…

König’s eye twitched. His teeth gritted together, grinding.

The longer he stewed in the what-ifs – what if he hadn’t been there to frighten off his competition, what if that survivor had had his way with you – the less human he felt. The stronger the parasite’s instincts became, a chanting, goading, incipient voice that urged him to succumb to his feral ways.

Despite his stature, König was deceptively quiet. As much was apparent when you turned, your anger making it impossible to get comfortable, only to see König stood over you, watching you, your bedroom door swung open.

König gave you little time to process his arrival, to process that his appearance was not the extension of an olive branch – an apology – but a siege on your defences.

It wasn’t hard for König to pin you down, both with his weight and his strength as his hands kept your wrists welded to the mattress.

He snarled, his veil doing nothing to muffle the carnality in his tone, the voice of the parasite urging him to act. Now.

You tried to fight him off. Tried to call his name – the one you’d both settled on when you first met — tried to reason with the small part of him that was still human.

Little did you know that he, the last remaining thread which tethered König to the Living, was responsible for this.

You see, König is not the sharing type. A lesson you learned too late, it would seem.

The reason why König was bearing down on you now, trying not to rock his hips against yours as he collared your wrists together beneath his palm and fumbled with stiffened fingers for the zipper of his trousers was rooted solely in envy.

And now, freed of his pants, König’s cock stood stiff against his stomach. His hand, free now, gripped your jeans by the hem. Tore them off. A button pinged into a corner. You yelped.

Despite having dreamt of this moment for almost the entirety of your travels together, nothing in König’s dying mind could have prepared him for the rush he felt as you writhed, tried not to enable him with your whines when his drooling tip caught you.

König stuffed you full of him, and a sword of ice penetrated you, filled you.

You gasped, your back arching and your mouth dropping open as you struggled to take both his size and his piercing, freezing, bulbous cock.

You felt it twitch inside you. Pulse. And the only thought that crossed your mind was that something of a parasitic nature must be crawling through his veins, trying to get to you. Get into you.

Of course, that was not the case. König ever would have acted on his instincts if he’d known you were at risk of leading an almost-eternity of rot like him. He cared that much for you, at least.

Even if he had perceived your talking to that other lone survivor earlier as an act of disloyalty.

Deep down, he knows it wasn’t. You and König weren’t even dating, so how could it be?

Zombie instincts. And König’s naturally domineering, possessive nature. That’s how it could be.

König had to hold back the feeling, the need, to pump you full of his cum right then and there as he saw a long, thick bump form in your middle.

Him.

König growled. You whimpered. Something cold, viscous, tricked into you.

The avantmath of König’s excitement.

König’s eyes, though mulled over with a haze that suggested vacancy, were still an ice blue. Watching and heavy.

As was his cock halfway mounted inside you. It almost pinned you to the mattress itself with just how much of it there was, no doubt enlarged some by the parasite, the disease. Which, if the rest of König was to go by, wasn’t the only thing it engorged.

König’s frame possessed muscularity you didn’t even think possible on a man, his arms bulging, larger than your head, his thighs almost bursting from his pants as he bent over your figure, his trousers pulled taut over his muscles, just below his hips.

You stifled a sob, the air knocked out of you, as König began to move. Slowly, at first, the notion of intimacy having become a lost skill to him.

As he grew used to the motion of withdrawing and plunging back in, he grew faster. Harsher.

He could see from the furrow in your brow, the gritting of your teeth, the clenching of your jaw, that taking him was painful. Un-customary for your…relationship.

And though his chest would have panged with the knowledge that he, of everyone in the wasteland, was the one hurting you, his body was no longer privy to such reactions.

Instead, he pressed his hips to yours, tried manoeuvring you so that he could take you from a deeper angle, and slid further.

He bit back a grunt, his grip about your wrists tightening. You let out a yelp, these new inches of not only length but girth almost splitting you open. At least, that’s how it felt.

König built to and kept his feral pace, fucking you like an animal, giving you little time to breathe and him little time to think about what he was doing.

All he thought about was making you his. About making sure everything, living and otherwise, who came upon you in the wasteland would know you belonged to him.

Though, with what he was planning on doing to you, he knew you wouldn’t be going outside again.

Against your mind’s judgement, your body wanted König. That much was clear in the way you ceased fighting him off, instead trying to push into him, trying to take him deeper.

Your actions were not lost on König. But, given how his face was clouded not only with his veil, but with his lust, you wouldn’t have been surprised if they were.

Eventually, König’s weight and speed proved to be too much.

You cried out, as if for the only other survivor in the city to hear you, to save you.

König released a growl, a howl, as his cold, congealed, thickened cum pumped into you.

You could feel it, like water through a hose. Could feel König’s veins twitching, feel yourself getting full from his load.

Against your better judgement, you wrapped your legs about König’s torso, as if to stop even an ounce of his semen from escaping.

You didn’t have to look down to know that your stomach was filling up like a balloon – that König had completely and utterly made you his from the inside out.

You couldn’t see the way König’s jaw hung open, couldn’t feel the way his fantasy made his body lock up with electric anticipation.

Not that you knew this, but König knew the infection — the parasite — was evolving.

Once it fully matured, it would give König an opportunity he wouldn’t perceive as golden — gold dust — until he met you.

The ability to lay eggs in a host.

Granted, the idea was not to spread the infection in the living host but to enable the birth of more parasites. But for König, it worked all the same.

And, as he looked down at you, taking his load so easily now, he knew this was not just a possibility, but a reality.

You would start a new life. Together. Him as your protector, your sword and your shield, and you his perfect little incubator, swollen with your shared offspring.

It wouldn’t be long until you’d be begging to bear his offspring. And it wouldn’t be long until he could grant your wish.

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