yall know how i love vampire!matt… well ghost face!chris is equivalent to that 🤭🤭🤭
Bae drunk asf😭🫶
I need to eat sevika out so bad I'm sorry (not sorry)
Posting a lil has given me more confidence to actually interact with people :3 🫶 (rip crippling social anxiety)
But I will probably make an intro thingo again at some point I always delete posts or just disappear for months at a time so don't be surprised if that happens 😭😭🤗
Forrealness levels I could never even fathom
there literally the same person in different universes
Why are Matt and I literally matchingg🤭🤭 (my birthday was before theirs he copied meeee!!)
please tag your fem!reader fics. it's 2024.
SOO fr
ABSOLUTELY DEVOURING THIS HOLY SHIT I love him and need him🫶🫶🫶🫶
need more smutty headcanon things about zombie matt 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
SFW
zombie!matt who… definitely has no concept that he is NOT allowed to be seen by your friends or parents
like he will insist on coming to a family party or something
“matt, you’re DEAD, babe.”
“…oh”
zombie!matt who… is a sucker for cuddles, and in a subby way. like he needs his head between your thighs or resting on your chest to survive.
and since he’s so sluggish and his brain is LITERALLY rotting, he doesn’t really have the urge/power to get up
“you’re squishing me, baby.”
“mm…. no.”
zombie!matt who… will talk about the way he died, but you still don’t understand, since his speech is always so slurred and slow.
“…the… c’ash”
“the what? cash?? like money?”
“..noo”
and speaking of speech, zombie!matt insists you don’t give him speech lessons, but you try anyways
“can you roll your tongue like this? to say ‘r’? rrrruh?”
“..’uh”
“..good job”
zombie!matt who… would wake you up in the middle of the night to take you somewhere
“where are you taking me?” you asked groggily as he dragged your hand through the woods in the dead of night
he’d answer with a grunt or two, pulling you into a old looking graveyard and pointing at a worn down gravestone, reading “matthew bernard sturniolo.”
“holy shit, bernard??” you teased in your sleep induced state.
“ngh… shut.. up”
zombie!matt who… definitely has some problems with his body parts falling off occasionally & needs you to sew them back on.
“hold still and let me sew your goddamn ear on.”
“ouch” he grunted as he squirmed in your grip, dodging to avoid the needle.
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NSFW
speaking of body parts falling of, zombie!matt has definitely had a few times where he’s gone too rough and was in an embarrassing situation.
thankfully you taught him to speak enough, and he managed to tell you
“..need.. help.”
“with what.”
“..sew it back?”
yikes, his dick.
zombie!matt who… goes agonizingly slow because he’s a sluggish zombie, and you hate and love it at the same time
zombie!matt who… prefers you to ride him, you both prefer it since neither of you can handle how unnaturally slow he is
zombie!matt who… also has no concept of volume control, because again, he doesn’t really know or care enough that your parents can’t know about him
loud grunts echoed throughout the room as you worked your hips, bouncing up and down on his cock
you clapped a hand over his mouth as his nails dug into your back while he gripped your waist
“shut the fuck up, matt..” you managed to choke out through the ecstasy “my parents.. ngh- gonna hear you..”
“..don’t.. care..” he mumbled against your hand
zombie!matt who… takes his sweet time with you. half because he doesn’t have the capability to go any faster, and half because he enjoys overstimulating you and watching you squirm.
“god- oh god!” you cried out, loud since your parents (thankfully) were at work
you dug your fingers into the sheets as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, brushing your g-spot while his other circled your clit slowly
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a/n - this was so fun to write and ILY ZOMBIE MATT
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Zombie!Matt x Emo!Reader p.1
Z!Matt pic made by @so0thsayer ^^
╰┈➤ No pronouns, Reader mostly referred to as 'You', only 1 use of Y/N, emo is not mentioned in this part btw
Warnings: Description of a zombie, creepiness, lonely reader, not properly proof read
In your small town there was always a myth about monsters that roam the woods at night, monsters that were once alive… once human… but you know this is no myth…
The next few days everything scared you, even though you had convinced yourself that what you saw out your window wasn't real, the memory of looking death in the face still scared you. For days you couldn't sleep properly out of fear that the corpse would climb through your window in the middle of the night. You wouldn’t even go into the woods, always walking straight home after school and staying shut inside for the rest of the evening with the windows and curtains closed.
But because you haven't gone out to the tombstone in a while you've started to feel just as isolated as when you first got here, not talking to anyone, not leaving the house, lost in your own thoughts. The grave of the unknown person helped you, honestly it saved you. You could talk about whatever you wanted and it would listen, you miss it.
Recently you’ve been feeling a little better, less scared of everything around you, so you decided to be brave and go see your friend.
The slow walk through the dense woods was frightening, every rustle or crunch would make you yelp, scared that the monster boy from your nightmares would jump out and eat your brains. Eventually you recognised the trees and surroundings as the ones close to the rock and you started to get excited at the thought of being able to talk to it once more and apologising for neglecting it the past few weeks but quickly, you stop dead in your tracks.
There is a young boy standing in front of the grave, slouched and hunched over like a sluggish dying body, he looks a sickly green colour and his matted, shaggy hair falls over his face. His clothes are like dirty old rags and they hang off his body in a lifeless way. You almost ask if he's ok until you notice the gigantic hole in front of the tombstone and the amount of dirt on the boy’s hands.
Suddenly you came to the frightening realisation that what you saw outside your window that night wasn’t all in your head, it was real. And so are the stories of monsters and beasts in the forest, because you met one.
You let out a shocked gasp and your hand flies over your mouth in an attempt to hide from the corpse of a man in front of you but his head slowly drags over to your direction, his dark and frightening eyes landing on your frozen pose. It is only now that you really get a good look at him, his features are sharp and shrunken but there is something curious and inviting in the way he looks at you. There is a stitch that runs from the middle of his cheek to the middle of his nose and his mouth is open like he is about to say something but the words won't come out.
You slowly lower your hands from your mouth and shuffle forward ever so slightly, testing to see if he would jump at you and rip your face off. Thankfully he didn't, he actually flinched away from you. “Oh- no don’t worry… I wont hurt you.” You mumble in response to his fear. At your words he relaxes his shoulders (not like they weren't already slouched) and you inch closer to him, studying his rotten features; the dark bags under his eyes, somehow his lips and eyelids are both blue and pink making him look both alive and dead. You stop in front of him as he stares at you with his prominent blue eyes, not being able to fully read his emotions.
“Is- is this your grave?” You ask, glancing down at the hole and then back up at him. His head slowly nods in a way that looks like it's about to fall off and grunts, deep from the back of his throat. The corner of your lips start to quirk up in a smile realising the wish you made that night accidentally became true.
At an agonisingly slow pace you and the decrepit boy walk back to your house in silence, too scared and in shock to say anything while you drag him along by the forearm, helping him not trip over on branches or rocks along the path. When you arrive outside your house you’re extremely cautious as to not let anyone see him while you open your bedroom window and help him get in before he lands on the ground with a loud thud, thank the lord your parents aren’t home.
You climb in the window after him and help him up off the ground by his arm, being careful with it as you're scared you're gonna rip it off or something. As he stands in front of you with his slouched posture, staring at you intensely, you feel like you should be waking up from a dream any moment now and your eyes will open to the bright, warm sunlight coming through your bedroom window, shining directly on your bed in a soft, comforting way. But you never wake up. There really, truly, is a zombie in your room, staring at you like he either wants to rip off your face or kiss you.
While you are stuck in your thoughts the corpse's hand slowly lifts up and he raises a finger that falls to the top of your chest, tapping a little before he gets out a low grunt. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you stare at him, trying to figure out what he is doing or asking. In an almost frustrated tone he grunts again, this time louder and he nods his head towards you. “M-Me?” He slightly nods a little and taps your chest, trying to convey something without words like a game of charades.
“Mmmame” The boy spurts out in an unintelligible way. “Mm- my- my name?” You say pointing to yourself slightly and he nods, seeming happy you finally understood what he wanted. “I’m Y/N… uhm- what’s your name?” You hesitantly ask, not sure if he remembers or could even say it if he did. Slowly he brings the finger on your chest up to his and his mouth hangs open slightly while he groans. “Mmmatt…” He mumbles in a way that seems like it took a lot of effort as he sighs after and his hand falls back down to his side. “Matt? Your name is Matt?” You question and he once again nods in response with a croaky groan falling from his limp lips. You slightly smile at him and feel heat slowly rise on your cheeks as your head tilts curiously while you look at him, you like the name, you think it suits him in a weird sort of way.
Divider by @sister-lucifer ^^
A/N: this one is a little longer but i hope u enjoy also sorry for the lack of romance so far jajaja😭
I have to get these out of my system. They have been marinating for far too long man omg. Also, this is also my first post so................ lets pray i did this right🙏🙏 also i didnt really proof read lol
let me know if you wanna see more stuff like this :3
WARNINGS: mentions of scars, drugs, biting, scratching. slightly suggestive (nothing too crazy)
David: 𖦹 I'd kill for you.
𖦹 loves to leave marks and love bites anywhere he can sink his teeth. His favourite places to mark would probably be the back of your neck, between your shoulder blades and the inside of your thighs. He understands the importance of the marks not being visible to the public - so he likes to sink his fangs in places that most people cant see. BUT- he'd def leave hickeys in very obvious spots.
𖦹 Wants everyone to know you're his. Not afraid to get handsy in public if you let him.
𖦹 enjoys a good book every now and then, but only when your head is on his lap.
𖦹 typa guy to guide you around with his hand on the small of your back, or his arm around your waist/ shoulders 24/7.
𖦹 Your seat in the cave is right next to his
Paul: 𖦹 He’s very touchy, but times that by 1000 when he gets his lips wrapped around that stick of holy grass (yes i am a paul does drugs sometimes believer). He would want to feel the heat of your skin, even scratching at you sometimes just to have a piece of you under his nails.
𖦹 Not scared to show affection in public. He has no shame.
𖦹 CONSTANT flirting
𖦹 Has a collection of stolen goods. Even stuff that he would never use. If you show an interest in a trinket he has stolen, he'll give it to you whether you want it or not.
𖦹 music buff. loves sharing his takes on popular songs and artists. He likes to bring you to the boardwalk stage to listen to some live music, usually sitting on the outer skirts of the crowd.
𖦹 has a bunch of stupid pet/nicknames for you. (dollface, sugar, sweetness, etc.)
Marko: 𖦹 hovers over you a lot. Always getting up and going places with you without a question, even if you dont ask him to come. He just really enjoys your company, never shy of interesting conversations.
𖦹 This man's love language is playful teasing, dont try to tell me otherwise !!! Not even in a mean way- just always striving to make you laugh in his own way.
"You got something there" He points at your shirt. As you look down, he flicks your nose. "Gotcha." He chuckles.
𖦹 the best at cooking out of the four of them, often taking over the cook pot to make your favourite meals.
𖦹 he'd bark at someone if they tried to get with you LMAO
𖦹 one of his favourite ways to pass the time with you is hitting the up the boardwalk clothes stores. He loves picking out new clothes for you, letting you know how good you look in them. "Damn, babe."
𖦹 having you over his shoulder gives him a constant ego boost.
Dwayne: 𖦹 I'd die for you.
𖦹 definitely love marks, scars etc. idk, he just seems like the kinda guy who would. He loves the way they feel under his fingers as he caresses his lover’s skin. He reads the stories they tell like brail. And for stretch marks, he loves the way they glisten in the light as they fade, and he loves the way they make an indent, rather than a bump for once. Perhaps he'd also like leaving a few marks of his own, like a bite mark or two, but he also doesn’t want to hurt you at the same time.
𖦹 cuddling with this man would be incredible.
𖦹 loves it when you play with his beautiful hair :3 (has a hard time asking for you to tho- he feels a great warmth when you do it without him asking). honestly just loves being touched by you in general
𖦹 he isn’t so much a go out of his way to smother you kinda guy, but he will gladly hug you tightly if you hug him. His favourite ways to touch you are to wrap his arm around his waist, putting his arm over your shoulder while you’re sitting with each other and stroking your hair and skin while you lay your head on his lap. He just loves to feel your warmth on his cold finger tips.
𖦹 100000000x more affectionate in private dude
𖦹 the moment you ask him for something he’s on it. “Hey, could you get me-“ and he’s already handing it to you. He loves helping you in every way possible.
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hope you enjoyed my first post !! :3 I know it's kinda short but I couldnt really find anything else to add😭 i am stressed
oh so yall don't even wanna hear my ideas... okay... I get it...