#post forsaken

[poisonburgertruther]

Supermarket Run-in

(art style study inspired by @/snailful on twt/X!)

[baja-wolf]

So here is some joke (or no?…) which I and @moris-i-cant-move-it-anymore came up with haha

This thing is void star. After Forsaken, the admins tried to take Noli's Voidstar, and he hid it under 007n7’s burger hat. But after a while it disappeared there. And 007n7 threw up this thing. It's like rebirth of the void star?

It’s she.

[zevysocks]

That one recent trend but with poisonburger

[artie-ray]

We meet again..it’s been a while mini comic

Post saken swap au mini comic chat

ITS FINALLY DONE IT TOOK DAYS….

ha take that school I still can cook

I’m thinking post swap saken

context is it’s been a bit everyone has made it out of forsaken and guest and Matt find eachother on a train and have a reunion

[merchendisemercy]

hi, could i ask for yandere doombringer x reader? There’s barely any content about this guy, and he’s so interesting.

I noticed that your work is going to mainly be dead dove, so i request for noncon with doombringer.

Just imagine rejecting doombringer after he stalked you, forced you to stay with him, and overall made you be extremely close to him.

After he finally confesses, you reject him, saying that you weren’t interested in him. At all.

This fuels him to claim you as his own. If he can’t have you, nobody would.

AHHHH OMG THERE GOES A REQUEST FOR MY HUSBAND 😳😳😳😳

I love doombringer so much nobody understands me… i would love to show off my yumeship shrine, (doommercy canon) but i gotta be nonchalant.. (insert that one wolf with the fedora hat being a chud)

i’m happy that more and more people are asking for my main content. As i said in my intro, my posts will be containing of dead dove, so this is a chance to slowly build up to the content i will be posting in the near future.

uhhh guys i’m running out of dividers so pretend there are some in the post i will add them later

also im gonna release a bunny mafioso x reader later so you’re free to send requests. Where did the tequests go.

Contains of : non con, rape, force, obsessive and stalker behavior, dead dove, hitting, smut, reader is a girl, doombringer is a demon hybrid, doom knots.

If you can’t handle subjects like these, please do not read.

Non-con with Doombringer

— Doombringer isn’t really one for ‘falling in love’ or being in at relationship at all. Being an admin in his days made him forget all about love and romance. Only justice and authority.

— After the downfall of the Roblox admins, he leaned even more to justice and authority. He watched everything fall apart. From trying to help jane figure out the corruption, to builderman being lazy to fix anything.

— he has witnessed it all. The laziness, the selfishness, and most of all, the greed. The admins didn’t care about helping Robloxia. They cared about power. Thus, making doombringer into the man he is today.

— his sudden spike in interest would be when he heard you scolding builderman for his laziness. Jane had told you all about what happened to john and the admins, and you have fallen victim to the corruption too. Loosing your friends after the incident where john went rabid made you even more spiteful to the admins.

— the fifteen second scold was pure bliss to his ears. You pointed out everything he wanted to say. Everything. He clenched his fists, smirking as he watched from afar. Could you have the same hatred that he has for the admins too?

— that’s where the stalking began. It was unnoticeable first. He was a killer. He was supposed to hunt you down, so you degraded it to it being nothing.

— you can’t notice it, but doombringer is actually everywhere you go. Whenever he’s the killer, he only starts to hunt down the survivors whenever they are near you. He doesn’t really care about winning the round, killing the admins and the pesky criminals is enough to fulfill his satisfaction.

— but you weren’t one of them. You weren’t a criminal, neither were you an admin. He doesn’t get it at first. He isn’t used to this feeling. Feeling possessive of a person he barely knows is truly hell. The need to be close to you is irresistible, but he also wants to keep you safe from all of the things he knows.

— his desire to keep you innocent is overriding everything. He wants to protect you from all of the things happening in front of you, and everything that has happened to you.

— he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing whenever you’re out of his sight. He feels so empty without you, like his heart is getting torn from his strings, but not exactly getting ripped from him.

— this desire to be so close to you just encourages him to approach you, and keep you close to him.

— during rounds, he won’t kill you, but he won’t exactly keep you alive either. He makes sure that you’re thinking about where he could be, making his slashes and hits mark on your poor skin.

— he’s actually more brutal with you. He makes sure that your bruises won’t heal so easily. He marks you, makes you whimper in pain, limp on your foot, and make your head throb in pain.

— if you get one too weak in a fight with him, he simply tosses you in a corner so nobody can find you, then just simply kill the other remaining survivors to get more time with you.

— he purposefully leads a random survivor towards you, so that they can heal the wound he inflicted. He makes sure that people see how much of you he claims.

— once you get a bit closer to him, he starts to actually fall in love with you. No more simple possessiveness because you share the same hatred, more because he fucking YEARNS you. The amount of moments the two of you had made that him think about later makes his stomach curl in an unknown feeling.

— he thinks about you whenever he’s alone in his cabin, whenever you’re in round and not in his sight, whenever you speaking to someone else, he just can’t get you out of his fuuucking mind. It’s actually driving him insane.

— he occasionally jerks off to you, but that’s a secret. He’s ashamed of it. He’d rather actually fuck your brains rather than only think about it. It makes him need you more.

— because of how much he used to work, he forgot all about sex and jerking off. So if he were to cum, he’d probably cum a LOT. The entire mattress would have to be thrown away due to the scent he leaves behind.

— he stalks you off rounds too. Often catching you changing your bandages, or just simply sleeping. He hates it whenever you bandage one of his marks. Leave it! It just shows the survivors how much he fucking owns you!!

— doombringer makes his stalking and obsessive behavior more apparent with time. He’s always keeping you close to him, always marking you, whether it’s with his ban hammer, or with his fists, he’s leaving an indent of his ownership. He’s always leaving shit that reminds you of him in your cabin. Let it be his favorite dessert, or a simple red flower, you keep on thinking about him.

— if you actually start to catch on on what he’s doing, then LORD have mercy. He’s gonna straight up admit that he’s MADLY in love with you. He admits everything he’s done. Steal your clothes, kiss you in your sleep, jerk off to your scars and marks, leave gifts and trinkets, leave marks of his scratches on your cabin by his ban hammer, and so on. He admits everything without shame.

— he says this is all for your future. His and your future.

— you quickly snap him back into reality by hitting the shit out of him. He’s deranged. Does he really think you’d love a killer? For goodness sake. He practically abused you all the while being “madly in love with you.” It’s ridiculous and pathetic. You wonder how he even had the guts to admit that.

— you quickly run away from him before he recovers. He’d probably beat the shit out of you to knock you in your sense, see that you’re “made for him.”

— you hid the rest of the time, warning the survivors to simply run and hide, and not engage in fighting.

— time quickly ran out, and you returned to your cabin.

Doombringer quickly put his palm over your mouth, not giving you the chance to even breathe. He pushed you against his chest, his other hand wandering down inside your shirt. Your adrenaline spiked like crazy, but you couldn’t move at all. This was hell.

“You know that i won’t let you go right?” He murmured, hands massaging your breasts softly. You scratched at his hand, kicked his legs, desperately trying to escape his grasp. His hand kneading your breast was extremely uncomfortable. “There’s no point in fighting me.”

You put your hand on your throat, desperately trying to talk. “I didn’t go after you. I knew that you would break for me faster if i did this.” You looked up at him, eyes wide and pupils dilated. You looked so vulnerable and adorable. It hit him right in his chest.

He chuckled at your attempts to free yourself. He pinched your nipple, earning a small whimper out of your mouth. “Do you understand how much i had to control myself when you hit me?” He paused, his hand slipping on your neck instead of your mouth, giving you a chance to speak. “I had to resist so fucking hard just to not pin you down there and punish you.” He choked you, making you look at him before slapping you. You hit the floor, the ground feeling better than his own skin.

He grabbed your hair, forcing you on your knees. He unbuckled his pants, staring at your expression as his cock sprung out in need. You furrowed your brows as he grabbed your neck, slowly (and painfully) guided your mouth towards his cock.

His cock practically engulfed your entire mouth. “Be good’ mmh? Don’t bite it.” He whimpered, his cock twitching inside your mouth.

He moved slowly, enjoying the warmth of your mouth. He panted, desperate for air. He has had wet dreams about this. About you damn it. Looking at you on your knees for his cock made him want to cum inside your mouth immediately.

Your tongue unwillingly hit his tip, earning out a moan from doom. He scratched his leg, his hip grinding inside you in response. “Y-you’re being so good right now..” he murmured, sweat coating his cheek.

He started moving your neck a bit faster, making you choke on his cock. You felt even more tears coat your eyes. You closed your eyes, feeling the tip of his cock hit your throat with each thrust.

His rhythm slowed down as his body shook in ecstasy. With one last sharp grind inside your mouth, he came, coating your tongue and insides with his hot seed.

His hand moves up to your head, patting and playing with your hair as he stuttered compliments on how good you were for him. He pulled out, pushing you on your bed.

He suddenly put himself in between your legs, hands intertwining yours. He grabbed your neck, kissing you like an animal in heat. He desperately grinded against your lips, grabbing your chin so that you wouldn’t pull away.

His tongue got inside your mouth, exploring your insides. You punched his chest, scratched his back to no use. He only moaned in return. He disgusted you.

He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips. He panted, face flushed pink as he practically fucked you with his eyes, imagination going wild. He pulled up your shirt, unclipping your bra. His hand went inside your panties, finger circling your clit as his mouth sucked and licked your nipple.

You tried to close your legs, but he simply put his knee on your legs. You struggled against him, your entire body shaking in irritation. His smooth rhythm on your clit went slightly faster, teasing you just enough to force your release on him. You sobbed and cried, tears running down on your face as his fingers and tongue moved faster.

His fingers felt so horrible on you, but so fuuucking good. What the fuck? You’re not enjoying this. Fuck you.

You snapped out of your thoughts as his fingers went inside your heat. You groaned, hips grinding against nothing as you moved, trying to shove him off. He bit your nipple, and pulled away before kissing your tears. “Stop moving. You’re just gonna make it worse.” He held you firmly, fingers moving in practiced ease, like he’s done it before to you.

Maybe he was right. You should just endure it. As soon as he was finished with you, you were gonna stab the honey out of him. His fingers curled and moved just in the right ways. It’s like he knew your weak spots way before you knew them.

You stopped resisting, groaning in response as you gave yourself up. You buried your face in the pillow started crying quietly. He hummed in response, watching you submit to him. He pressed his body on you, kissing you more softly and tenderly, as if it was a reward for your submission. He licked your tears, his breathing tickling your marked and swollen neck.

He pulled his fingers out, his cock touching your heat. You whimpered, hand twitching over his. He readied his cock inside you, drawing lines on your clit. He put himself inside you, walls stretching as he invaded your insides.

He pressed himself closer to you, one hand holding your head so he could guide and comfort you, the other to your lower back so he could put you in a better position. His cock glided inside you in ease, practically not even having to move. Were you this wet? Or was it just your blood?… he couldn’t tell, and frankly, he didn’t want to find out. He was too drunk on finally being this close to you.

He moved slowly, gently. Almost like he was a tender lover that was guiding his lover to a first time. He kissed you, muffling your moans as he slowly pumped his cock inside of you.

You put your head on the pillow, not wanting to look at the monstrosity he was doing to you. He felt like he was burning your insides. You thought your first time was gonna be better than this.

You sobbed, legs trembling slightly. “N-noo.. don’t cry, love.” He sighed, pecking the corner of your mouth. You didn’t want him to comfort you. Hell, he was the last person you wanted to see. But what could you do? He was the one practically merging bodies with you.

You put your hand on his back, scratching slightly.

He perked up without you noticing. You were starting to react to him. Positively now..

His tail wagged as he pushed inside of you once more. Lewd sounds started to form slightly as his and your heats started to produce pre-cum. “S-stop..”

He furrowed his brows, unable to go on with the painfully slow pace. He started going a bit faster, his balls starting to hit your skin slightly. “S-stopp!!” You sobbed. His hips twitched, watching his cock disappear and re-appear inside of you. “Mmh.. i’m not letting go of you, angel.”

He moaned, putting his hand down on your stomach. You whimpered loudly. Fuck. He was adding more pressure as if his cock alone wasn’t enough for you to start bleeding at.

He panted, feeling his release slightly build up. He started to sharply thrust inside of you, burying his cock inside your hilt with each smack of his hips.

He grabbed your leg, revealing more of your skin to him.

Only the sounds of your skins slapping, ragged breaths and moans could be heard in the room.

He pressed his lips on yours, quieting you for the brutal pace he was gonna start going. His cock continued to hit your hilt, but painfully now. He was speeding up his movements.

His balls smacked against your skin as he chased his release. He was acting like an animal in heat. “S-slow down..” you whimpered. “Fucking.. stop..” He could barely hear you through the ecstasy. He was so addicted to your pussy.

He actually wants to leave being a killer alone. Fuck that. He’d rather be a house husband for you. What’s better than getting fucked and serving your partner every single day?

He snapped out of his thoughts as you grabbed one of his horns. He moaned painfully, continuing his brutal pace like you just fueled him even more. “F-fuck!..”

He started moaning loudly, feeling the grip you had on his horn. His cock pounded your insides madly. You would probably get those knowing stares from your fellow survivors later. Was he always this loud or was he just taunting you so the survivors could know that he’s fucking you? Shit. Either way, you’re gonna get asked if you were top or bottom.

With one last and BRUTAL thrust, his hot seed coated your poor pussy. His cock twitched inside you, feeling your walls clench around his tired and ridden dick.

The both of you panted, desperate for air. He kissed your throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “P-pull out..” you barely stuttered.

“Can’t.” He paused, taking in a deep breath. “We’re in a knot..” he closed his eyes.

Well, that certainly explains the horns, wings and tail that he has. Fuck your life.

You were doing a generator with chance, not bothering to even look at doombringer who was currently caressing your shoulder with his cheek. Chance stared at you expectantly. “So… who’s the lucky guy, Reader?” He asked, before quickly switching his expression.

“Uh… buddy?.. there’s a.. 6’8 feet tall demon beast caressing himself on your shoulder.” He pulled out his gun, pointing it at doombringer.

You look at chance with a frustrated look, then looked at doombringer, then the generator.

Chance chuckled before his mouth went agape when he realized. He looked at the fucking demon, and then at you. Small, little and poor you.

“……….how the fuck did he fit?…”

He shut his mouth as soon as doom looked at him. “You wanna know the positions, or?” You respond, amusement glinting in your tone.

[virtue1nvain]

Close your eyes, count to ten, will you help me find my friend?

[moosimilk]

{I’m still not going back to forsaken I just love them okaaayyyy} {my post-forsaken them ^_^}

{they’re so “tender words laced with bitter regret” go listen to All Ash Is Snow ep by Beetlebug ok}