okay this is soo wild but please hear me outā¦ inspo š§āāļø
zombie!kƶnig (think warm bodies) who falls in love with you during the apocalypse. he sees the glow in your skin, so gentle and warm. he feels the rhythm of your heartbeat, the way you smell like flowers - zombie!kƶnig becomes instantly obsessed, and he must have you.
your first date ends with you sobbing uncontrollably, kicking and screaming and begging him not to eat you. zombie!kƶnig tries to calm you, groaning and reaching for you with fingers soaked in blood. itās okay, he wonāt harm such a sweet little lamb - just a taste, just a feel, just the sound of your breath hitching as he moans out his name in introduction.
he protects you from the other undead, groaning and snarling at them when they smell your sweet skin. he snaps his teeth, pulling you closer to him to mask your scent with his. he follows the beat of your heart to wherever you go, lamely pawing at the door when you close it behind him.
he canāt come home with you, itās just too dangerous. but you promise youāll return. so zombie!kƶnig waits for you, gnawing on rotting flesh and imagining that itās you, warm and inviting and making him drool.
zombie!kƶnig who you came back to, hesitant and unsure like an innocent lamb sent to slaughter. you flinch when he reaches for you, stomach churning as he touches your chest and feels your heartbeat. but heās so gentle with you, fingertips dancing along your flesh in awe.
he doesnāt understand how you feel so warm, how your skin is so soft and unmarked by rot. zombie!kƶnig tilts his head in curiosity when he gropes your chest and you laugh awkwardly. there's a deep need for him to seemingly feel your heart in his hands. your voice is sweet and slow, and heās mesmerized by the way that you whisper to him.
and when you accidentally cut yourself in front of him, the blood a dark simmering red that pulls at zombie!kƶnigs sanity, he bites his hand to stop himself from harming you. he wonāt ever hurt you, little lamb. heāll always protect you. yes, you can trust him - you can love him.
zombie!kƶnig who has a carnal desire to taste you. he wants to taste your flesh, your blood, your insides, your heart, anything of yours he can get his hands on. heās so desperate and lonely, a spark igniting in his brain at the idea of consuming you whole. he wants you. he needs you.
zombie!kƶnig who canāt eat your actual insides, what he imagines as so soft and supple - so instead he goes down on you for his own pleasure.
he has his eyes locked on your features, hands covered in grime pressing against your thighs as you breathe shakily. zombie!kƶnig can hear the beat of your heart, how your blood is rolling over with fear and desire. you make him promise he wonāt bite, not even a nibble - and heās so head spun with need that all he offers is a guttural groan and curt nod of his head.
zombie!kƶnig whose instincts take over as heās going down on you, tongue pushing against you and lapping at the skin. he wants to go deep, explore every inch of you and taste the forbidden fruit. his mouth moves sloppily, a deep hunger making him suck and kiss. his drool is coated against your soft and warm skin, and he has never tasted a flesh so delicious and addicting.
zombie!kƶnig who can feel his sanity slipping away as you tighten your thighs around his head, squeezing and squirming underneath his touch as he snarls and grunts for more, more. you taste so heavenly, so alive and warm and sweet. the creamy wetness between your thighs smeared all over zombie!kƶnigs face, soft moans escaping your lips as you beg him to continue.
zombie!kƶnig who feels you cum all over his tongue, letting you mewl and gasp for air as he continues to lick and suck at the skin. heās so hungry, touch starved, so cold and lifeless. but youāre so sweet, he canāt help but graze his teeth against your skin and look up to you with bloodshot eyes.
zombie!kƶnig whose hunger for flesh has been satisfied by you, so warm and gentle and kind, ready to be devoured by him.
