Warnings: 18+, Zombie Fucking, Monster Fucking, Zombie! Ghost, Human! Reader, Zombie Anatomy, Cock Warming, 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.
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The Modern Warfare 2 Collection │MW2 x Reader
FanfictionA collection of all my MW2 fanfics, headcanons, etc. cross-posted from Tumblr and kept in an easy-to-find place :-) Cover made by me; base image not mine -- credit to the original creator(s) ! Images used in the collection aren't owned or made by me...
