A collab with someone. Its all for Matt because Matt barely gets any smut. Like barely, and even if he does, its like he's a sub (which isn't a bad thing, i'm just more of seeing the boys dom the fuck outta anyone) So I picked out a monster Matt, and Zombie Matt is fucking hot and so its weird since it would be considered necrophilia right?
There was another apocalypse apparently while you were out on a camping trip with a few of your friends. Zombies to be exact. You wondered if Edd's friends started the whole ordeal like they usually do because they start everything. No sense in worrying about it now because you were currently alone since your so called friends left your ass in the middle of the street as a horde of zombies came charging down.
"Lovely." You simply said, turning to run somewhere for cover when you saw a familiar red hoody near a broken down gun store. "Tord?" You whispered, quickly running over there as you avoided the various crawlers on the ground.
Once inside the gun store, you saw it was completely ransacked due to the sudden attack of zombies and survivors who went here first to get some defense. It was completely barren save for a few plastic models on the walls. No sign of what you thought was Tord.
"Well shit. Must be some other survivor then... Hello? Anyone here?" You quietly called in the store, hoping it was still someone who was very much alive instead of a brain eating zombie. You looked around for the figure while also looking to see if there was any remains of supplies you could use.
"Well, well, well... Looks like there's a survivor after all. And she's a real looker too." A voice startled you as you looked behind you to see a tall and large man with a gas mask over his face. He had a grey hoodie on with a pair of shredded black cargo pants. He had brown combat boots and a pocket knife in his hand. "Say, cutie, whatcha doing out here alone? Don'tcha got friends?"
You wished you hadn't gone in here. You didn't like where this was going at all. You reached around for your machete you plundered from a sports store, gripping the handle. "My friends left me in the middle of the street. I think they're dead or at least I hope so." You quietly said, backing up.
The man tilted his head. "Whatcha doing with that machete, darling?" He walked closer, playing with the pocket knife. "I'm not gonna hurt ya. We both need to survive this hell hole. Maybe, we are the last people on the planet left." His voice wavered as he had backed you up to the back of the store wall.
"There's probably more people alive. I doubt we are the last ones left. They are probably hiding or something. You know Alexandria from The Walking Dead? Maybe there's a place like that." You said, reaching around to pull out your machete when suddenly the man reached out and forcefully pinned you to the wall. He held his pocket knife against your throat as his other hand grabbed your hip.
"As I was saying, sugar," He laughed, sliding his hands down your pants for a minute as he pressed the knife further into your throat. "We might need to repopulate the planet. I'm pretty sure the world is fucked anyway, let's make it a good one.. yeah?" The mask made his laugh warped and distorted. He leaned forward, peering into your eyes.
You froze, feeling the knife cut your skin as a bead of blood dripped down your throat. You had the machete in your hands as you decided to pull it out anyway and try to hit him first only to be shoved down on the floor with the man sitting on your back, holding your hands together. "Fuck you!"
"I gladly plan to babe." You could tell he was smiling underneath the mask as he started to take your pants off. Just as he was about unbuckle his pants, he suddenly stopped and fell over beside you.
You opened your eyes to see him beheaded, and you screamed, backing up into something or someone. Looking up above you, you saw a somewhat familiar face. The square chin, freckles, and orange hair. "Matt?" And then you passed out.
/.../
When you awoke, you were on a soft bed from what looked like a broken down hotel room. The room actually looked nice and well kept aside from the obvious zombie breakdown outside. You looked down at yourself to see that you were fine, a few of your wounds were patched up as you had slept. "I wonder who did this..."
"Seems like you are awake, Y/N." A familiar voice startled you out of your thoughts as you looked up to see the same person from before. They were dressed in a green vest with a black shirt underneath it. Their left arm was completely gone and replaced with a skeletal arm. Their skin was a pale grey color, and their eyes were a vibrant red. They had a pair of shredded black jeans with red sneakers. Blazing orange hair nestled underneath a red cap.
You were curious and also terrified because he looked like a zombie. A zombie that was sentient..? He didn't try to attack you as the other zombies had done at first. He sat down in a chair across the bed, staring at you probably while you slept. That was creepy. "W-Who are you?"
He chuckled. "You forgot already? You said my name before you passed out at the gun shop." The zombie smiled suddenly, "I'm really happy you're still alive. I thought you were out camping with your friends for the next month or so. Although I'm glad none of my soldiers attacked you in the mountains." He chattered on before getting up and sitting on the bed beside you, watching as you inched slightly away from him. "I would rather have you alive that dead, I love you too much." He lifted his skeletal hand towards you, watching as you flinched.
You tried to remember what you said before you had passed out. There was only one word you said, and that was- "Matt?" Your eyes widened as you saw the ginger haired boy beside you alive- ok, well maybe not fully alive. He was a zombie, but he was standing before you as if he wasn't bothered at all by the fact he was a zombie. Did he say something about soldiers? "W-What happened to you?!" You gently grabbed his bony arm, careful not to break it by accident.
Matt smiled, revealing his very sharp canines. "I got bit by a zombie after the other guys ditched me and left me to die. I think Tord's a zombie too, but I have no idea where anyone is at the moment." He shrugged as a small smile crept up on his face, watching as you looked at his arm in interest. "I'm the leader of the zombies now, and I'm glad I found you before one of my pawns did. Your beauty wouldn't do well as a zombie."
"B-Beauty?" You whispered, blushing faintly. Never expected Matt, of all people, to openly flirt with you. You dropped his hand and looked away from him, anything to not let him see you blushing. He's a fucking zombie for God's sake. "S-So, how's being a leader?"
Matt started to pet your head softly with his other hand. "It's good, a little boring since there's nothing to do actually. But, now that I found you, I think things will be better!" He chirped, pulling you close to him. "You know... I've always liked you. Not as a friend, more of a .. lover." He whispered in your ear causing you to shiver.
Your face was redder than a tomato, and you tried to desperately get out of his iron grip. It wasn't working since he had insane strength. "I..I... um..." You actually did like Matt back, but it was very weird considering he was a full fledged zombie right now. That would be... would it even be considered necrophilia? He is dead, but he is alive. You were so caught up in your thinking that you didn't even noticed Matt had lifted you up and walked to a door, which was labeled 'bathroom'.
Matt sat you down in the tub, carefully stripping off your clothes as he briefly let his gaze travel over your naked body is satisfaction. He turned on the water, letting the warm water flow out as the tub was filling up to your stomach. He turned it off before it got to high and removed his own shoes. He removed his vest and placed it on the floor while getting into the bathtub, sitting right behind you as he began to help you wash yourself.
/.../
There was a warm sensation covering your backside as you briefly felt the texture of smooth bone caressing your backside. It felt very nice. You closed your eyes, letting out a small hum of pleasure. "That feels so nice..." You were vaguely aware of the fact Matt was in the tub with you, helping you wash. You relaxed into his body.
Matt chuckled. He saw your pleased and relaxed expression as he washed the cuts and wounds from your troubles in the apocalypse he caused. Leaning down so his mouth was at the back of your neck, he boldly nipped at the skin. He didn't tear into the flesh; he just kissed it and nipped it here and there to cause a reaction from you. It was now or never since he was already dead. He grinned when he felt you tense up and make small noises.
And now, it was hotter that now Matt was going to boldly take that step further to announce he wanted you. It didn't register in his mind that he was dead and you were alive. He loved you, and he wanted you. You didn't give a fuck either, actually, you wanted some fuck. Yes, you were saying you wanted to fuck this zombie leader ginger boy. "M-Matt.." You breathed out, clutching his bony arm as he continued to nip at your neck.
Matt used his bony fingers to rub gently around you. He smirked, biting down harshly on your shoulder as he tasted the blood. He licked the wound, kissing your backside as he inserted one finger into you. He felt you tense up at the sudden action and waited for a minute before he added another finger, stretching you out. All those noises you were making was exciting him further on, and to his goddamn surprise, he had gotten hard. Which didn't make sense because he was a corpse, and there shouldn't be any blood flowing for that reaction to happen.
You pressed yourself further back into Matt's body, clutching at his arm tightly as his fingers worked their magic on you. Something hard hit the lower part of your backside, and you wondered if it was what you thought it was. You lifted yourself up a little and sat directly on Matt's lap, grinding a little on him. You smirked when you heard a sharp intake of air and a growling noise. Oh well, you just pissed off a hot and bothered zombie.
"You want to play rough?" Matt growled out dangerously as he opened his mouth and began to chomp on your skin. He created so many wounds on your shoulders and neck as he stopped playing with you, hearing you whine in displeasure, and unzipped his pants. His dick was aching, and he had you to thank for that. "I don't have to worry about stamina since I'm dead so you have to take it like a champ, Y/N." He thrusted himself inside you without warning, hearing you yelp at the sudden intrusion.
You screamed at the pain. Tears were trailing down your face as you tried to stifle your screams with your hands. "M..M...Matt!" You whispered as you felt Matt's teeth pierce your skin, lick away the running trickles of blood. You needed something to hold onto, but since Matt was fucking you in the goddamn bathtub of all places, there was nothing to hold.
Matt growled out, pulling out for a minute to turn you around so you were lying on his chest with your face buried into his neck before he plunged back in. There was drool coming out of his mouth, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure. His hands were tightly holding your hips down as he continued at a rough pace. "Y/N, say my name louder." He grunted lowly, using his skeletal hand to lift your chin up.
You were overstimulated at the moment. "M-Matt.." You whimpered a little louder than you were speaking before. A jolt of pleasure hit you as Matt had found your spot, and he began to abuse it. You clutched onto him, drooling a little as you stared at his red eyes. "Matt!" You yelped loudly as he thrust himself into you deeply, freezing for a minute before releasing inside of you. There was a hot liquid engulfing your core as you felt him pull out and lay on the side of the tub. Your body twitched from the abuse it received from Matt, which you totally didn't mind if you did it again.
Matt reached down, lifting your face with his hands and kissed you affectionately on the lips. He tasted of blood. "I love you so much, Y/N. I'll protect you as long as I can." He brushed away your tears, smiling fondly at you. He was content in staying in the bathtub with you until he noticed a very odd problem. "Oh shit."
You weakly looked up to him, tilting your head in confusion. "What?"
He grinned sheepishly, "Oh, seems like... uh since I'm dead, and my.. dick getting hard shouldn't of even happened, it won't go down now. I'm stuck with a boner now..." He looked uncomfortable.
You looked down to see Matt was right. You giggled a little, placing your hand on his obviously hard member. "You want me to take care of it until the problem goes away?"
