Could you do L4D Hunter x Fem! Reader?
L4D Hunter x Fem!Reader | General + NSFW |
Note: does Fing a zombie count as necrophillia?🤨
Warning: Themes of feral monster sex, necrophilia-adjacent fantasy, blood play, non-verbal/non-traditional consent, possessive behavior, and dub-con tones.
⚰︎ He was a quiet loner, hoodie pulled up, voice rarely heard. He might’ve been homeless or struggling with mental health before the infection took hold.
⚰︎ You possibly knew him before, maybe passed him daily on the street, always wondering about the guy who never made eye contact.
⚰︎ As a Hunter, he’s feral. Agile, predatory, and deeply territorial.
⚰︎ But something about you stalls the beast—whether it’s your scent, voice, or a flash of memory from before.
⚰︎ You were meant to be another kill. But instead of tearing your throat out, he backs off. Watches from a rooftop. Follows silently.
⚰︎ You don’t talk; he doesn’t speak words anymore, just growls, whines, and clicks. But you understand.
⚰︎ He brings you offerings— scraps of food, useful tools, once even a plushie— proof he knows what comfort is.
⚰︎ The other infected avoid you, either sensing his protection or because you smell like him.
⚰︎ Sex is raw, possessive, and deeply primal. He doesn’t understand restraint unless you teach him through repetition and soft touches.
⚰︎ He growls and whines during foreplay, panting against your neck, claws digging into the ground as he tries to control his hunger— not for your flesh, but your body.
⚰︎ He may lick or taste you obsessively, like he’s learning your scent and flavor to memory. It’s both sensual and animalistic.
⚰︎ He’s cold. Undead, technically. But your warmth is addictive.
⚰︎ He buries himself in you just to feel alive, thrusts erratic and rough as if he’s trying to burn himself back into the world through your body.
⚰︎ It becomes a habit— every time he finishes, he curls into you, chest rising and falling like he’s mimicking breath.
⚰︎ He’s territorial. He’ll bite (lightly or not), scratch, and press his scent over your skin. You often wake with bruises or dried blood— never yours.
⚰︎ He doesn’t like being cleaned off. If you wash off his scent, he might react aggressively the next time, pinning you down and starting again, possessive and frantic.
⚰︎ He doesn’t understand the concept of reproduction anymore—but instinct drives him. He’ll rut into you like he’s trying to seed you, whimpering deep in his chest.
⚰︎ Whether it’s fantasy or not, he becomes obsessed with cumming inside, watching it drip out like it proves you’re his.