#cw : dark

[tojisun]

simon “i cant do one-night stands because i catch feelings” riley but it’s in an obsessive way.

he realizes how your bodies are so compatible with each other that he begins to track you down to ‘accidentally’ bump into you. but this only ever happens on very specific days—days when fucking sort of becomes the natural next thing to do and who else could be the best option for you when simon, the man who made you cum more than three times within the short hours you two were together, was right there?

and you’re not foolish enough to deny yourself of the razing euphoria that only he could give to you—your bodies locking together, his hand a steady weight on the back of your neck, the other bruising as it gripped your hip, and his cock slammed so far in you that you swear he was hitting places you never knew were your pleasure points—so of course you would choose him. you miss him, after all.

(you miss the way he made you beg. the way he made you cry. he was so perfect. so gentle and kind. but he was also so mean. so dominating and overwhelming.

he was all you ever needed—someone to fuck you right.)

“one more round, yeah?” simon croons, chest heaving as he catches his breath.

your walls clamp down on him at hearing his words, before a garbled whine trickles from your kiss-swollen lips. he watches as your head shuffles against the pillows with your abrupt nods, further muffling your gasped out mewls.

simon giggles, his lips pulled into a grin that is a bite too mean.

seems like he’s fucked you stupid again, huh?

[starflungwaddledee]

it isn't there anymore.

the mainline game events from rtdl onwards tend to form the foundations for significant turning points in the whole awtdy timeline. galacta knight made his wish during robobot, but was actually placed into the timeline much earlier. as a result he already has clear knowledge of how these events played out for meta knight, and can therefore adjust them to his liking

for the most part, he's interested in dealing with threats as quickly and efficiently as possible, and keeping total control of the people in his orbit. his overall goals are to destroy the life he stole from meta knight, and to corrupt his loved ones in whichever way will hurt him the most

in the case of triple deluxe, galacta knight goes to floralia in kirby's stead to "rescue dedede" and "prevent the spread of dark matter" caused by Sectonia's parasitic rule. kirby slept through the event and blames himself for not waking up in time to help rescue the people of the sky from their queen's corruption

at this point he still believes you can sometimes purify those who have come into contact with dark matter, and feels that if he'd been there, he could have at least tried.

[creelteeth]

I sensed someone summoning me from the abyss 👀 it’s lipgloss anon again. 🫦back to say you’re great and I love your content ❤️

also, another perv!steve (maybe even dark!steve) thought I’ve had circulating my brain: he slips you some melatonin gummies saying they’re just regular candy and it has you falling asleep practically in his lap. He lays you out on the couch/bed/what have you and just feels you up… maybe over your clothes, maybe under them 🫣 and he definitely is jerking off the whole time just telling you how sweet you look and how much he wants to ruin your pretty pussy for anyone else. ugh I am such a slut for Steve 😩

dark steve !!! dark pervy steve is my favorite steve. i’m taking out the melatonin tho we’ll just assume reader is a rlly heavy sleeper

cw: DARK themes, somno, non-con touching/groping, male masturbation

one of steve’s favorite things about spending time with you was your ability to fall asleep and stay asleep.

usually he took advantage of that by masturbating next to you— he never did much except jerk his cock. sometimes, if he was feeling like he needed more he might keep a hand on your thigh to anchor himself to you.

today was one of those days he felt like nothing was satisfying him anymore. you’d fallen asleep in his bed, dressed in one of those skimpy nighties he’d bought you. this one was white and extremely see through. the thin sheer material laid across your intimate areas so loosely, giving him the perfect view of all of you.

you were asleep on your back, legs spread just far enough apart for him to see the perfect outline of your puffy cunt. steve stared at you for quite some time, palming desperately at the ache between his legs.

it’d become so routine he didn’t have much guilt anymore, you never even seemed to notice when the bed would start to shake from how aggressively he was fucking into his fist.

once he was certain you were deep enough into your sleep, he had his cock out. big heavy cock laying against his thigh, one hand making lazy strokes of the swollen tip. he wanted to revel in you. to savor every bit of you. he liked you best like this, docile and on display for him.

steve placed a warm hand on your bare thigh, thumb sliding back and forth over the skin. he waited a minute to see if you’d squirm, feeling particularly bold tonight with his plans for you.

it had to do with that tiny little skirt you wore for him earlier today— it had risen up when you sat in his lap, so much so that he could feel your pussy right against his thigh.

the thin cotton panties you wore did not seem to do a good job at all of creating a barrier.

when you sat in his lap he bounced you a bit, mostly so he could watch your tits bounce but what he didn’t expect was to feel your arousal soak through your underwear and onto his leg. you made a wet spot on the denim, completely oblivious to where it came from.

he’d decided then that you wanted him. he knew you did. he didn’t want to flat out ask you yet, he was still warming you up to the idea of becoming his play thing.

instead he’d settle for this.

when you didn’t move from his hands stroking your thighs he traveled them upwards, index and ring fingers dragging across your cloth covered mound. he smiled to himself, pressing gently watching his finger sink into your puffy lips. he made sure to tread lightly, not applying enough pressure to wake you, only enough to familiarize himself with your sex.

“gonna ruin this pretty little pussy.” he groaned out, not worrying about being too quiet since you seemed to be completely gone in your slumber.

his left hand worked hungrily at his cock, squeezing it harshly, thumbing over spot just below the tip.

he prodded at your cunt for a while before moving up to the waistband. he grabbed at the material, tugging upwards to pull it taught against you.

the increased tension of the fabric made it even easier to see all of it. your lips spreading around the cotton, practically swallowing it. he’d pulled them back so tightly it was flesh against you, the outline of your clit in perfect view for him.

he considered ducking down to lick you over the cloth, dying to taste more of you. licking over the small wet mark you made on his jeans was just not enough.

he imagined what you’d do, if you woke up to his mouth latched onto your sensitive little clit. imagined the pretty noises that would come out of you. picturing that confused look on your face only making his cock twitch more.

he took a break from your pussy, releasing the fabric to let it snap back into place. he watched your thighs quiver a bit, but you remained still.

steve moved up to straddle over your thighs, careful to not let any of his weight press into you. he released his cock for a moment, both hands taking hold of your tits. he squeezed at the plush softly, smiling at the way your nipples hardened into his palm.

“could just fuck you right now, couldn’t i?” he taunted, the leaky head of his cock hovering just above your covered mound.

he considered it, considered lowering down just enough to lodge the head of his cock between your thighs. steve knew better than that though, and this position he had you in was more than enough.

he stayed above you, roughly jerking his cock— sticky droplets of pre-cum oozing down the side of his swollen shaft.

“gonna— fuck, ruin this perfect little pussy one day. just, shit, just you wait.” he grunted and groaned, cock throbbing in his palm, heavy cum-filled balls tightening over his orgasm.

he felt the familiar burn in his stomach, his body tensing up above you.

he wanted to cum on you, curious if you’d even notice. the warm white liquid would look so pretty painted across your thighs but steve decided not. maybe another day. he settled for one of the socks you wore, sliding it off your foot to wrap around the end of his cock.

he tossed his head back, his rutting forward into his hand overtop of you. hot sticky ropes spurting out of him and into your sock. he fucked into the air until he was satisfied, the entire time imagining that he was not just fucking into a piece of clothing that belong to you but instead you unused holes.

once he’d calmed down from his shuddering he moved to lay beside you. shimmying his boxers back up before tossing the cum sock into the floor by his bed— figuring he’d just let you figure out why it was hard and crumpled tomorrow morning. the thought of you examining the mess pleased him more than it should’ve.

[liliallowed]

Sorry but just another thought with Abandoned Family/Route

I imagine, if/when Frisk learns the concept of being upset or distressed in a way, they just start repeating a random sentence or word they heard like the bunny from Guardians of The Galaxy V3(in that uh.. One scene)

Like Crimson is just trying to kill them and they just start repeating the last thing Y/N ever said to them or something off the walls that has no real meaning but they're saying it because they're "upset/distressed", they need to say SOMETHING, right?

Or if they're just sad in general they'd go up to Dust and say something Y/N would say when they were upset, or the first thing Y/N said to them, or even on the rare occasion, repeat back something Dust himself said

as someone who personally has a similar problem like this when I am under extreme stress (repeating random words like I'm a computer with a semantic error) I kinda felt that one ngl.

content warning... psychological melt down?

frisk pov

you WANT to say something else you don't exactly hear yourself saying the word or completely understand the meaning of it but you're repeating it out of distress or because youre in shock or stressed. the word subconsciously MEANS something to you so you say it without even thinking.

it's not a statement. it's a desperate attempt to convey emotions but you studder.

your arms and legs malfunction like a robot that's been electricuted. a fish out of sea a puppet with no strings a statue frozen in place and time.

you can't move you studder again.

you can't speak. only make small sounds that cut off by the lump in your throat.

that's how you learned to cry when you were born isn't it?

you felt so weak.

so powerless and small.

you were scared. though not self aware enough to know so...

you felt something you didn't understand.

you never understood.

why?

...

why?

this... has happened to you before. a broken music box still continues to play beside the umbrella in place of the empty statue.

it's has rusted. it cannot sing.

some notes are worn off. it's malfunctioning.

you wonder if it feels pain when it tries to speak aswell... or if the notes of the words just don't come to mind.

you hate that silence you feel SO SMALL.

you're self aware enough to know: "holy shit I'm going fucking crazy I can't stop repeating this phrase! "

it's scary. you'd scare YOURSELF. you want to say something but "I'm sorry" is all that comes out.

your thoughts are in a loop. you literally can't think of any other phrase.

you're sorry.

you ARE sorry but that's also another form of saying "I'm scared, please don't hurt me."

or "I regret my actions"

you're sorry.

is any of this your fault?

you're sorry.

what are you sorry about?

you don't know. probably for simply existing.

you want the pain to stop but all you can say is "I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry... "

you're sorry.

you're sorry. the word echos in your mind as it seems to provide comfort to you.

it's so overwhelming.

the simplicity if the word keeps your broken mind at ease.

you're saah ree.

sorry ...

the word's meaning starts to fade as you continue muttering it to yourself.

you're sorry.

you don't know what it means but it brings you comfort. it's familiar. and it's kept you safe.

all you can focus on is the pronunciation.

am s-ah ree ... ree sah. ree sah... hehe reesah.

you mutter, completely disassociating from the present. you think it's a funny word.

ree sah ree sah. reesah reesah.

you're sorry.

[luxscape]

Greetings 😁Can I request a zombie apocalypse au with the Hashirama,Tobirama and Madara?Thank you 🎈

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Hashirama

Resilient, resourceful, and revolutionary, Hashirama is the survivor who rallys people together. He would start a camp of survivors that would eventually develop into a large community, which would then turn their encampment into a settlement!

It's difficult to make it through many of the days, especially ones where they lose someone. But he is resigned to see the tough times through to a better future—perhaps not the status quo of the past, but something good for all, including rest for the undead.

He would inevitably come to lead that new town, as Hashi just has that undeniably optimistic element that draws people forward, draws them to change, to his transformative radiance. In this AU, he would use his powers grow produce and flora everywhere he went, as long as it was safe.... if he still had powers, that is

He would also try to use his powers to end the zombie apocalypse however he could

Hashirama is a self-sacrificing moron willing to die his loved ones, including the family he would undoubtedly have, unperturbed by the morose realities of the current world. That's almost certainly how he meets his demise, succumbing to the undead to save someone from that same fate.

Tobirama

Pragmatic, prudent, and posturing, Tobirama is the sort of person who will do what he must but will not compromise his integrity or honor, even in survival mode. He's not going to team up with just anyone; he will be scrutinizing when the opportunity to join forces comes along, lest he be weighed down and anchored to an untimely fate.

His only concern at the beginning of the outbreak is finding shelter secure enough, water clean enough, and food plenty enough for one (1) Tobirama and one (1) Hashirama. Once that is accomplished, Tobirama might be capable of processing the scope of what they're experiencing, and formulating a long-term game plan for something beyond survival. But his main concern is the safety of his brother, and almost simply as an extension, himself.

He will not hesitate defend both himself and his brother or their territory and resources, but Tobirama makes every attempt not to encroach on others or start shit. He sees any unnecessary conflict as a liability in the post-apocalyptic landscape. Tobirama is the kind of guy to pass by a peaceful settlement rather than reach out to try to forge an allegiance, lest conflict inevitably arise.

All that said, Hashirama's influence means Tobirama could never stay away from others for too long. It's likely that a stray survivor or couple comes along, and Hashirama convinces Tobirama that each group will be better off together.

Madara

Bleak, bleary, and bitter. Scavenging, attacking first, surviving. That is the only life Madara comprehends in this landscape. His sole focus is preserving himself and his direct descendants. If it's not his brother, his wife, or his child then it is expendable. He'll do whatever it takes to keep them going.

Autopilot is where he lands when the beginning of the virus sets down upon the world, and it's where he is when he dies. He is fixated on personal armament, traveling to a fortified area, providing for his family, and decimating anything that comes between those three goals. Knowing Madara, he would likely devise a plan of using the Infinite Tsukuyomi in an attempt to control the virus, or at least, the zombies.

The concept of a survivor camp or settlement is bizarre and beyond Madara. He sees resource-piling as a way for others to take from him and his family, not a secure way into the future. Anything he can take, he will and he will guard anything he has to the death. That being said, it's likely that he would perish early on, due to his utter lack of cooperation and trust in others. No amount of influence from his loved ones could interfere with his beliefs, especially his Us Versus Them mindset in the apocalypse.

The last dreary days of his life would see not only the end of Madara but his family, too. Without the aid or support of others, they would likely be in a constant state of movement to avoid large groupings of zombies. They would be exhausted, downtrodden, and likely suffering malnutrition when the end came upon them, left with only fleeting moments to reflect on what used to be, before they were consumed.

[unrivalling]

Listen, I think Rook loves Vil and would never hurt him but also I don’t think everyone else is sure about that and I think that whenever Vil disappears for a few hours Crowley starts getting ready to talk to the magic cops

[s-une]

cw: blood and more unhinged thoughts but when I'm having that Negan + Lucille the bat fantasy its definitely not a hygienic one because in my mind its still stained and/or dripping with blood. Zombie? Human? Don't know, don't care. I'm merely here for your entertainment, Daddy 🧎🏻‍♀️ But I also love the idea of being resistant to his charms and fighting him, but him slowly breaking me down over time until it gets to the point where I can't even breath without him.

Oh man, I get the feeling that negan loves to break brats. Him fucking you from behind in prone bone after he's made you stop fighting, his big hands pulling your hair so you can look into his eyes and catch him grinning mischievously at you. I can imagine him slapping your cheek to make you open your mouth for him and let him spit in your mouth

[ffoart]

[tojisun]

Simon Simon Simon Simon

"communication is key" to YOU. im gonna be mysterious about it until he gets a hint

(bet simon gets one look at you and realizes that must be what you're into lol so he edges you like that; brushing his hand on the small of your back on accident when he walks by behind you, squeezing your thigh in a second then the next he's reaching for the remote as though his touch was all an error.

he does all these little things that leaves you gasping, breath hitching, only for him to tamp it all back down. he looks at you with a confused tilt to his head, brows furrowed when he sees you squirming, and he thinks you're going to break soon, only—

"it's nothin'," you murmur, looking away, heat filling up your cheeks.

simon's nose flares in his frustration because why are you so goddamn stubborn?

so he amps the teasing; makes them more deliberate, more obvious.

he rubs his front against your back, makes sure that the chub underneath his sweats brush against the cleft of your ass, and just gives you a small smirk when you twirl to glare up at him. his hand falls atop your tits when he pulls you close to his side; sometimes he just lets it hover but sometimes his thumb "accidentally" drags against the plump fat, making you gasp.

he looks at your eyes every time, and he no longer gives you excuses to what he does.

and slowly, slowly, you give in.)

-

crazy where did all that come from!!

[starflungwaddledee]

Did Taranza die with Sectonia in awtdy :0c

sorry to say, but yes he did. as a mage (and a future ally of Kirby's) there was unfortunately no way he was making it through Galacta Knight's timeline intact 😔

[bathildaburp]

Savannah Cat

[luxscape]

💀Edamura💀?

Good boy Edamura down bad? Sadly, we do love to see it

💀 house of 1000 corpses

Not only is he gagging and binding his victims, but on a particularly sadistic stint, Edamura is likely to suspend his victim in the air as he enjoys their time together.

Were it not for the impracticality of the upkeep of the lifestyle altogether, a simple and unassuming home with a terrifying basement that serviced as his own personal menagerie of captives would serve Edamura very well. The kinds you see in films, where it's inescapably sealed and you're lucky if you can even make contact with the others in the cells around you. There might be one homely cell, with an actual bed, and books, and a receptable for relieving one's self—but only for his favorite, most behaved prisoner.

His tastes are less inclined towards gruesome violence; it's a psychological conquering that he takes pleasure in. For Makoto, there is something about slowly breaking another's personhood and spirit, taking away the things he probably feels that he himself has lost. It thrills him to watching someone react like a feral animal, relying on instinct to survive as he withholds basic needs and comforts from them. He feels like a god.

Conversely, being tortured is enough to make Edamura fold, possibly for good. Prison had a way of changing him for the better, but likely because he believed it would begin to right his life's course. Torture, in his eyes, could have no such purpose. Despite how strong Makoto is, just two to three weeks would be enough to crack his mental health.

[daveyjonsies]

Everything.

[amaranthsynthesis]

First morning wake up after the nautiloid crash and there are still many questions to be answered. Not by Ballard, though! He doesn't know shit or remember fuck all! My man has the lowest possible intelligence stat without incurring a negative, and also there's holes in his brain.

Had the thought a ways back about the notes you find from Kressa in the Illithid Colony re: the dark urge strangling her with his own intestines. I'm not sure how he was healed from her experiments, if they scarred or how long the marks might last, but my policy is not to turn down shit about durge that's funny/deeply upsetting so here we are. This is the first time I've drawn Gale I think and I love him.

Also:

[ejoym]

My Durge is always rocking a high pony tail in-game but then I started wondering what might happen when she lets her hair down. This is the nonsense that I came up with. To banish Withers, head over to my Patreon to feast your eyes on sausage and melons for free. ✌