#dr smut

[rooftopswandive]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CORNER THE ANGEL IN HER ROOM, FORCE THE RING BACK ON TO HER IN A SCENE WITH PROPOSAL ELEMENTS

AND THEN YOUR BODY BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IN HER BATHROOM????

Idk what tobys team is on but its my wavelength. Expect some DEPRAVED stuff

[rooftopswandive]

Knock knock

Fic under the cut ⚠️: Stalking, implied noncon ♟️: Kris Dreemur, Noelle Holiday 🚨: All characters are 18+

It was difficult to fall asleep lately. She's been having weird dreams. Not bad necessarily, just weird. Vaguely uncomfortable and vaguely comfortable. Tossing and turning with antlers was also a hassle. When she was little and she couldn't sleep, her mom would play her a lullaby on the guitar. Sometime in her preteens, that duty got passed to Dess. She was too old for lullabies now, and she was too old to not be able to sleep. She was too old for the shadows on her ceiling to look like a grasping hand, too old for the shadows of chairs to morph into monsters in her mind's eye. When did she start breathing so fast? When did she start feeling dizzy and- Knock knock

There was something at the window. No. No there wasn't. She's too old for this. It was just a tree hitting the glass in the wind. It was just- Knock knock

If it was nothing at all, why was she refusing to look. Staring at the opposite wall; trying to will the presence to go away. Clutching her blanket tight, as if it would be able to protect her feeble form. Knock knock

"Deep breaths Noelle, you can get through this. It's nothing." She told herself. She lied to herself. Cree-aak

The window slid open with a most hideous sound, a pitch that burrowed into her ears and didn't leave. Her body was stuck, hiding under the covers like a child again. It wouldn't move no matter how much she willed it to. Some primal nerve was struck, one that believed if it stood still, the predator couldn't see her. Something slid the sheets out of her grasp. "Knock knock, Angel.~"

[rooftopswandive]

Like She Knew Everything

Fic under the cut

⚠️: Fantasizing about noncon, obsession, thoughts of violence, angst, yandere

♟️: Kris Dreemur, Noelle Holiday

🚨: All characters are 18+

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It wasn’t right. It was disgusting, deplorable for them to feel this way. Kris clutched their chest, staring into the school’s bathroom mirror wanting to throw up. What was wrong with them? Not the possession mind you, that was a feeling they’d grown accustomed to. This was worse. A burning ache in the deepest reaches of their eternally damned soul. Why couldn’t they get her out of their head! The girl next door. The one with the blonde hair that sparkled like fresh snow, the one whos trot was so deliciously adorable they could watch it loop for hours on end, the one so feeble, frail, and fragile that the slightest breeze could destroy her inside and out. It was sickening, their own thoughts, and they knew it was wrong. They shouldn’t want to do anything to a girl so perfect but they did. Its not like they could tell anyone about how they wanted to pin her against the wall and bite her so hard she bleeds, or about their fantasies of raping her with a knife to her neck, and certainly not about the 84 (and counting) candid photographs of the girl. It was a burning fire they could only hold onto for so long until they did something drastic.

They’d be fine. They’d be fine. Walking out of the bathroom trying their best to hold themselves together, it almost worked for a time. Almost normal, well as normal as it was for them. Being the weird kid had its perks. No one knew when you were possessed, and no one knew about your latest obsession.

So why did she look at them like she knew everything.

[rooftopswandive]

An unhinged Weirder Route thought

⚠️: Cw, my content is suuuuper fucked and also 18+. All characters are portrayed at 18+!!! If you don’t like what I write, then do us both a favor and block me about it.

♟️: Noelle Holiday

“I hate you…I hate you so much”

The doe cried as her master thrust in and out of her at a steady rhythm. It was less a rebuttal to them and more something to comfort herself with. A lie to steady her mind. Surely she didn’t like it when they raped her in her own bed, clutching her own sheets while trying to hide her moans of approval. Surely she didn’t leave her door and window unlocked to make it easier for them to sneak in at the dead of night and have her way with her. And surely she wasn’t loving every single second of this.

[rooftopswandive]

A snippet from my “weirder route” deltarune alternate universe

NSFW

CW: Abuse, Gaslighting, Coercion, Implications of Sexual Assault

⚠️: All characters I write are explicitly portrayed as 18+. This work is purely for the purposes of entertainment. I do not condone the actions I write about. I do not encourage the condoning of the actions I write about. You should only ever practice sex in an environment with people you trust completely. If you are in an abusive situation, there are resources to help you. You are never alone.

✏️: The following work is not proof read for typos and grammatical errors. Cry about it.

♟️: Kris Dreemurr, Noelle Holiday

Noelle looks through Kris’ phone, trying to gather more evidence for her theories. Goes into their photos. Its all just her. Some in…very compromising positions when she thought she was in complete isolation

From behind her “Looking for something princess?”

shes unaltered. Scared, but unwavering in her goals. Thats their fault, isn’t it? “care to explain, dreemurr?”

“Isn’t it a bit early in our love to be using surnames?” they stand behind her, placing their arm over her shoulder and scrolling through the pictures for her. The gallery just goes on and on “I just have a bit of an interest in photography. Thought you wanted me to get new hobbies”

“Very funny. So how did you do it?”

“Im afraid I don’t understand the question” they look down at her, lying through their teeth like always

“Following me like this isn’t possible”

“Small town” they interrupt

she backs away, still clutching their device “I don’t care how small the town is! Some of these are…temporally improbable! I know somethings wrong with you and I-“ she goes to point an accusatory finger, and her wrist is grabbed

“Angel, Angel, Angel…theres nothing wrong with me. Even if there was I don’t understand why you’d care so much! I mean-“ they stifle a laugh “-don’t you like this side of me?”

“…no, I don’t” she lies through her teeth

they grab her other wrist, the phone dropping out of it onto the hardwood floor. She struggled, despite her immense physical frailness

“Weak in body but not in spirit. Not anymore. You know a month or two ago you would’ve let me break you right now. You would’ve welcomed a punishment. I’ll be expecting a thank you for that”

“Its not like that! You…y-..just…I want to know the truth! What are you hiding from me?”

“I suppose this is what I get for teaching you to stand up for yourself…” they say in a half-mocking, half-lamenting tone of voice. They shamelessly wrestle her to the floor, her face visibly red while shes living out both her worst nightmares and most lewd fantasies in one day “but I’m not ever going to tell you. I adore this side of you. Confused, scared, and so so powerful! You’ve gotten so strong…in spirit anyways haha…”

“You know I’ll find out…”

“…no, no you won’t.”

[kitacore]

instant ramen, fem bottom reader with nagito please? praising, degradation, and exhibition?

𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎 + 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗

cw. fem!reader, praise, degradation, exhibitionism, creampie

“feels so ah”—nagito drags his first thrust out in painstakingly slow motion, hips stuttering halfway through his languid movement—“mazing inside you…”

your cheeks heat at his heartfelt words, even if they are only a fraction as embarrassing as your current location; swaddled in moonlight and soft ocean breeze, there’s little to hide you from the residents, and your fellow neighbors, of jabberwock island.

he smirks when you try to stifle your moans, a wedge of your t-shirt tucked in between your teeth, fabric soiled through and through with warm spit and stray whimpers. you can feel the sand below you shifting in your shape as he presses your thighs into your stomach, dry towel the only thing keeping the grain and grit from scoring your skin.

you can’t remember why you ever agreed to this, to haggard breaths and stammering limbs and trembling lips on the unobscured expanse of the public beach, but apparently nagito does.

“to think you’d do this with someone like me, and outdoors at that,” he says, shuddering as he sinks his length inside you, “such an attention whore, aren’t you? a filthy cum dump who just loooves to be put on display.”

your cunt flutters and oh, you’re gripping him for all he’s worth, you must really be a special breed of irredeemable pervert, shameless in the way you chase your high. he gets there first, flooding you with his warmth as he stuffs you full, just like he promised—but really, the night’s just getting started.

𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

[kitacore]

Instant Ramen, I guess. Can I get Despair Nagito, Fem bottom reader with Dub Con,spanking, and overstim?

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑!𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐎 + 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐂𝐎𝐍

cw. fem!reader, spanking, overstimulation

“ahh, this won’t do at all…”

you nearly miss his breathy voice, in all its strained fragility, as his bony fingers detangle themselves from your hips. you hate how unaffected he sounds, like you aren’t laying limp and motionless, head planted into the mattress, choked noises seizing up in your throat because it’s too deep and it’s too much.

“…i miss the cute little noises my favorite plaything makes.”

normally, that would get your stomach swarming with butterflies. normally, that would have your stuffed cunt twitching with desire. but it doesn’t, your tummy swimming in hurt, your walls swollen to their absolute limit, the pain you’re in more than you ever bargained for.

you don’t even notice when he raises his hand.

the sudden impact prompts a sharp crack and a strangled yelp—yours—to do battle with the strange, lewd sounds of your pussy sucking nagito in as he continues to double back out.

it burns, stinging even as he winds his arm back, warmth rushing to the fat of your ass when he strikes down, again and again, your lungs exhausting themselves at his sadistic command.

it’s like music to his ears, the cacophony of indecent noises, and he can’t help but laugh knowing that it’s all of his own orchestration. with clouded eyes he lands another blow, a duller thud that throbs down to your very bone; but all that registers is that feathery snigger, a sign he’s nowhere near done with you.

𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

[rawarn]

flazy2 replied to your post “We fucked on the counters, the table, the floor." // "We fucked up...”

nice, bottom!Ian poem

flazy2 the best kind.