Warnings: 18+, Zombie Fucking, Monster Fucking, Zombie! Ghost, Human! Reader, Zombie Anatomy, Cockwarming, Unprotected Sex, Stagnant Semen, Stomach Bulge, Stomach Swelling, Mention of Breeding, Engorged Penis, Brief Worry of Infection, Mentions of Blood, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
Zombie!Ghost who’s been travelling with you for the last couple of months or so.
Zombie! Ghost who wasn’t like all the other infected — he retained most of his autonomy with only his body succumbing to the disease, blood smattered down his tactical gear, eyes milky.
Zombie!Ghost who, though he can’t speak, can still communicate via growls, gurgles and groans, as well as body language, albeit in a stiff manner.
Zombie!Ghost who, despite existing in a decaying body, has retained most of his human, primal urges. Even had some of them enhanced.
Zombie!Ghost who, though you might not know it, rocks himself into his hand when the night is quiet, your name and face on his mind amidst the buzz of the virus telling him to act on his base instincts to eat, feed and breed.
Zombie!Ghost who sees that, much to his lethargic delight, this was the case for you, too.
On many a night had he caught you with something hard between your legs, trying desperately to alleviate the the knots below your stomach.
Zombie!Ghost who, one night, after a long day of running from the undead and hiding in an enclosed space with you, chest to chest as you both waited for the horde to pass, found that palming himself did nothing to rid him of the aching feeling between his legs.
Zombie!Ghost who can sense that you’re the same: all that excess adrenaline and pent-up sexual frustration permeated the air with scent only a creature like Ghost could smell. A scent which he followed to the door of your room.
He knocked. Once. Heard you shuffling, scurrying, before clearing your throat, telling him to “Come in,”
Zombie! Ghost who can see your hasty attempt to cover yourself, your pants pulled up with such speed that you’d neglected to zip them back up, the hem of your underwear showing between the open space.
Zombie!Ghost who sees your eyes flicker to his trousers, widen slightly, before returning to his eyes.
Zombie!Ghost who wastes no time, kicking the door shut behind him and taking heavy, deliberate steps towards you.
Zombie! Ghost whose hand slithers down his front to the bulge between his legs, never taking his eyes off yours as he squeezes it, letting out a guttural groan.
Zombie! Ghost who knows you’re intelligent enough to pick up what he’s putting down. Even if you are stunned into momentary silence.
Zombie! Ghost who feels something in him grow warm when you look up at him with wide eyes, asking him, tentatively: “But…won’t I get infected?”
Zombie! Ghost who shakes his head, for he can do little more to put your mind at ease save for leaving and never proposing such a thing again.
Zombie! Ghost who sees you mulling it over in your mind, though he can tell by the rampant heat coming from between your thighs, the tantalising scent of your hormones thickening in the air, that your mind is already made up.
Zombie! Ghost who approaches with a rabid look in his eyes, coming to stand right where you need him.
Zombie! Ghost who has to bite back a growl when he feels your fingers brush him through his clothes, taking the zipper of his pants between your fingers and pulling it down.
Zombie! Ghost who, after having himself freed of his tactical gear, lies back on the bed, watching your mouth drop open as you see his swollen, drooling, stiffened cock for the first time, blackened veins running up the shaft. Pulsating. Something viscous and almost white oozes from the tip.
Zombie! Ghost who has to resist the urge to buck his hips when you come to straddle him, your pants and underwear abandoned somewhere on the mattress.
Zombie! Ghost who shudders when his tip meets your heat, the first semblance of warmth he’s felt since his un-death.
Zombie! Ghost who, even with his vocal cords having thoroughly decayed, lets out a carnal growl as you take him, sinking down onto his tip and wincing at the coldness — the size — of him.
Zombie! Ghost who can only wait for you to adjust to his girth and his lack of temperature as you sink further, a bulge in your stomach forming.
Zombie! Ghost who can feel you squeezing around him, already coaxing him to forfeit his restraint and pump you full of the stagnant semen all but bursting from his engorged ballsack. The consequence of not having an outlet for weeks.
Zombie! Ghost who gasps, back arching against the mattress, his gloved bands coming to grip your waist while he grinds up into you, desperate to feel more of your warmth.
Zombie! Ghost who can barely hold it together (literally) as you rock yourself on his cock, whimpering and gasping as he fills every ounce of space your body can give him.
Zombie! Ghost who can see that this is the turning point for your relationship — that the two of you have entered something you wouldn’t be able to explain to others even if you wanted to. If there was anyone left to explain it to.
Zombie! Ghost who, the longer and harder you rock against him, lifting yourself and dropping again back onto him, feels himself start to come undone, starts to feel the all-too human tremours and electricity — the tell-tale signs of a release.
Zombie! Ghost who, when he sees you try to pull away, try to stop him from splattering your insides with his seed, tightens his grip on your waist, keeping you flush against him.
Zombie! Ghost who, despite his lethargy, bucks up into you. Despite your protests, your begging for him to “Pull out — please!” knows it’s far too late as his eyes squeeze shut and his body spasms.
You’re filled with a wet coldness that can’t possibly be mistaken for anything else. And what’s more, there’s tons of it. You’re sure the sheer amount of semen Ghost is pumping you full of is going to leave your stomach swollen for days to come.
Zombie! Ghost who bounces you on his dick until he feels you cum, hears you cry out, sees you go limp, his hands keeping you upright.
Zombie! Ghost who, in the panting, sweating, sweltering aftermath, lays you beside him, his cock still deep inside you, a parasite in its own right as it sought and fed from your warmth.
Zombie! Ghost who brings an arm around you, pulling your back to his front, his face in your hair.
Zombie! Ghost who, tiring now, wonders if you’d have been together like this when he was a human, when he was alive.
Zombie! Ghost who wonders how he’s managed to live without you in the first place. Who knows now he’ll do anything to make sure that never happens.
Zombie! Ghost who can feel that you’ve fallen into a deep slumber, your breathing steady.
Zombie! Ghost who wonders how much of his strength, his load, you can take — where and when you’ll get yourself off on him next.
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Thinking about Zombie!Ghost's body changing so his cock swells and knots when breeding to ensure impregnation to carry on the infected species.
Zombie!Ghost who ends up with his cock buried deep inside you for what feels like forever, semen filling your guts.
Zombie!Ghost attempting to get away from you for a minute but when realizing he's locked in is intent on snuggling you and loving on you.
Zombie!Ghost who is now committed to breeding nothing else and constantly wants to try and breed infected with you. Always sad when it doesn't work.
Zombie!Ghost who wants to kiss you while snuggling you, acting as his warm cock sleeve.
Zombie!Ghost whose instincts tell him to breed when he's anxious so he'll always be trying to hump you or get close. Making sad noises from his broken maw while trying to get any kind of friction with you.
Zombie!Ghost who does act a bit pathetic in his need to breed and having you so close, so ready for him. Especially through certain cycles on your journey with him he cannot keep his hands off you for anything.
guys cry with me reader is just baby, also i pinky promise reader will learn Ghosts name eventually
this is ridiculous, you feel like a fish or better yet a hamster you can see Skully in the store above you watching you it feels mocking "come on you big bastard!, come down here and finish me off!" at this point your just hootering and hollaring with no real words coming out your just throwing rubble up at him none of them hit him and you can feel yourself teering up
you haven't been this emotional since the world ended and it's all for a zombie, some undead freak he betrayed you but was it really betrayal? how do you know he ever felt any loyalty to you, you swear you had some kind of bond but was that just the delusions of your lonelyness?
you can't look at him so you search thru the rubble of this store hopefully you can find a way out other then the back door as it's overrun with the dead your sure you'd die before you could clear it maybe theres a vent?
you search along the walls of the shop three times at least and you only finde one vent but it's crushed and full of rubble and even if it was clear theres no way you could squeeze thru it's so unfair zombie apoclypse and half starved you still haven't lost any weight you need another way out
you begin to pace the store in circles and notice something that skinnier zombie your not sure if you remember his name Johnny your pretty sure but that doesn't matter what does is he's following you when you pace around the store he paces back and forth infront of the windows it's strange and draws your attention in which ends up in you spotting the loose part of the door
curiously you walk up to him to which he smiles, you didn't know zombies could smile, you wish you still didn't know they could smile that will haunt your dreams but you need to focus you grab the loose part of the door and pull trying to make a big enough gap to squeeze thru but that makes Johnny scream as loud as he can luring Skully down who thumps his fist against the glass it's enough to scare your away a few steps
ok you can definately fit thru the door gap you just need them to stop guarding it you need a distraction but theres not much you can do from inside here
oh no
you've got an idea, a horrible idea, you won't even need to pry the door open according to your plan Skully will bust it right open, they need you alive, or want you alive your not sure, but you are about to play a very dangourus game of chicken
you approach the back door that leads to the staff hallway, the overrun with the man eating dead staff hallway yea that one, you can hear them throwing themselves at the door you can hear the groans it's terrifying but you need to do it, you reach out twisting the doorknob you don't get the chance to pull the door open the sheer weight of the bodies behind it forcing it open
you hear Johnny's distressed screech as you run towards the front of the store theres nothing else to do other then evade them and hope Skully actually care about your life as much as you think he does which thankfully he does or atleast thats what you assume hearing his terrible scream and the sound of glass shattering, you see him grab a zombies head and squeeze until their head pops and they go limp
Skully is a beast taking out zombie after zombie some he just picks up and throws those are the ones Johnny jumps on while their down and finishes off
a part of you is mesmerised and wants to continue watching them destroy the hoard but the other half knows this is your only chance for freedom and you need to take it you turn on your heel and run out
your not sure how you manage to be this out of shape despite constantly running as you can already hear yourself panting but you keep your run as quick as you can and you finally make it outside the mall you feel the warm sun on your skin but you have no time to soak it all in as you hear heavy thumping and loud screeches that can only be Skully pursuing you
you keep running until you can feel your feet bleeding inside your shoes you slow down to a walk as you make your way into an apartment building that empty all the zombies have made their way down to street level in search of food ages ago so your safe to go up to the sixth story where you close an apartment door behind you after making sure the place is empty
you climb onto the bed hugging your knees to your chest, you have no supplies and no plan but that can be figured out tomorrow right now you just bite your hand to contain the noises as you sob into the sheets it shouldn't hurt this much to not have Skully but it does
