A collection of short stories, drabbles, and one-shots involving Shadow the Hedgehog. (Mostly NSFW)
Counting the Stars
One Shots involving Adamaï from the show/manga/game Wakfu.
The Balance Between Heaven and Hell
A collection of one-shots for the Hellaverse. (NSFW)
How to Be a Soul Breaker
A collection of short stories and one-shots for Undertale and its AUs.
(Mostly NSFW, Dead Dove)
A Series of Unfortunate Situations
A story [currently on pause] about a reader who makes very very poor decisions about Nightmare and his gang of misfits.
Silly Skeleton Science Club (SSSC)
A Undertale/Doki Doki Literature Club Crossover. Each chapter will vary due to the love interest pursued.
Warnings and Notes ⚠️
This is mostly porn.
Dead Dove (If you do not know what that is, I suggest you leave my works alone)
All characters are 18 and older.
Just because there are "cannon" relationships, and sexualities does not mean that I will necessarily follow that. This is fanfiction for a reason.
Everything is tagged. If there is a tag you feel should be added, please reach out. I no longer do disclaimers at the beginning of the chapters unless deemed extremely necessary.
If you read my works, you acknowledge that my works are fairly dark or involve adult topics
Lastly, for those who've read everything on this list, I appreciate you dearly, and your support is what keeps me going everyday.
You’d think it was snowing if you didn’t know any better.
White powder coats the city, falling gently from above. Smoke drifts through the empty streets, twisting and curling through the air. The silence of the city was more disturbing than the screams and chaos you’d been forced to hear earlier. Your steps crunch as you wander the wreckage, searching for any sign of life. You can see corpses littering the street, slowly being covered by the falling ash. Nausea strikes you, vomit forcing its way up into your mouth. You clutch a hand over your mouth, clinging to a light post as you struggle to calm yourself. It’s hard to swallow it down, blood filling your mouth as you bite your tongue.
Minutes pass before you’re able to collect yourself. You continue forward, you have to. You eventually make it to the front of the embassy. A large figure stands on the steps, hands tucked into his pockets as he gazes in the opposite direction. You’d recognize that form anywhere.
Nightmare.
He did this.
At the same moment a tendril wraps around your ankle, dragging you into the ground before you could even blank. Almost instantly he dangles you before him. His tendrils are shifting dangerously, and you recognize the symptom of an LV High…and maybe something more. His eye socket glows brightly, he gives you a look.
“looking for survivors?”
He gives a disapproving hum, flipping you upright with ease. You can feel the power coursing through him as the tentacle wraps around your torso, twitching violently. He handles you surprisingly gently, despite his obvious state of disorder. “how tragic…there are none.”
“What have you done?” The horror in your voice apparent, voice cracking as you gaze back at him. The fading light of the sun illuminates the two of you, and Nightmare frowns as he studies you. Sparks of magic leap at his finger tips as he brushes a streak of the ash from your cheek. He pauses, examining the scratch on your cheek. Left over from an earlier encounter with Killer.
“i told them to not hurt you.” The tentacle coils around you, sending a magic jolt coursing through your body. Your body shakes, and you flinch as he brushes his claw along your lips. “you’re trembling.”
His voice sounds off, more dangerous then ever- emotional even. “you shouldn’t be afraid of me.” His tentacle gives a warning squeeze, a demonstration of his power and control. A threat dangling over your head, hidden behind the illusion of safety. “if i was going to kill you, then i would have done so as soon as i touched you.”
That did not help at all. Your heart pounds under your skin, and you feel almost lightheaded in terror. Another tendril brushes against your throat, angling your head back carefully. You swallow nervously, your mouth feeling like cotton when you try speaking. “Let me go- please-”
The tendril squeezes a warning, and your stomach drops as he brings you closer to him. You can feel the power of his soul, flexing under the sheer level of LV flooding through him from the massacre. “Nightmare- please-”
“say it again.”
His voice is half a growl this time, his hand coming up to wrap around your neck. He shifts, pinning you to the pillar at the front of the embassy. Your back hits it with a thud, tendrils securing your limbs firmly in place. You can feel the goop covering his bones give an electric rush as a surge goes through him. He gives a grunt as it hits him, the tentacles at his back doubling into a writhing mass. He growls earnestly when you don’t respond, a tentacle smashing into the pillar behind him. “i said…say it again.”
He gives you a displeased look, claw digging into your lips. “you begged me before, and you’ll do it again. now say it again.” The magic pops loudly, and you flinch under the sheer power of it.
“Please…Nightmare.”
He hums, pleased by your response. The tendrils loosen slightly, a reward for your obedience. His claw strokes your chin, brushing lightly and intentionally as he gazes at you. His chest heaves, as if he had run a marathon and was desperate for breath. You feel like a caged animal, cornered by a predator. An incredibly scary predator. Your legs are spread out against the pavement, your feet dangling off the first step. Your arms are pinned above your head, keeping you immobile.
“good girl.” He crouches down over you, pressing into your form as he cups your cheek. There’s a dangerous tone in his voice, almost a love struck tone. His claws play with a lock of your hair, pulling gently through the tangles. You find it hard to breathe, air caught in your throat as he gives you a heavy look. He gives a soft sigh, twisting his finger in your hair. “you have no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that.”
Your stomach flips, and you are unable to break your horrified gaze from him. His touches are gentle, but you can feel the restraint that barely stays in place. Another surge of LV has him groaning, cyan colored sweat dripping onto you, his claws leaving indents on the pillar. He half drops on you, his weight keeping your lap pinned as he stares down at you.
There’s a flicker of something in his sockets, before he seals the gap between you. You inhale sharply in surprise, the noise of protest dying quickly as he kisses you. You struggle, pulling desperately against the tendrils. He doesn’t break it, tongue dipping its way into your mouth. A hand tugs on your hair, the other digging into your side as a warning. The need for oxygen grows, and you thrash beneath him.
He finally releases, pulling back and giving you a drunken look. His hips roll into you as he braces one hand against your pinned ones. His body seizes again from the LV, and you whimper as the tendrils squeeze you tightly. Even behind the haze of the LV high you can tell he maintains his control over the situation…over you.
He grinds against you, moaning lightly at the friction. Your stomach flips at the noise, and you shift at the unwanted familiar sensation forming in your core. Tendrils wrap securely around your legs, expertly spreading them apart. Nightmare tugs your hair, exposing your neck with ease. Fangs dig into your flesh, and this time you openly moan in shock. The magic coursing through him sends a wave of intense emotions through you. Nightmare seemed equally shocked by your noise.
“fuck.” The claw at your side digs deep, tearing through the flannel material of your jacket with ease. A tentacle dips underneath your undershirt, exploring upward. It pauses over your heart, clearly savoring the panicked flutters. “you’re better than i imagined.”
The tentacle flexes violently, tearing through your undershirt, leaving you in your bra and the remaining shreds of fabric. Nightmare gives you a leering grin, cyan eyelight slowly taking in each detail of your exposed body. “and now you’re mine.”
A brush against your inner thigh and you begin spiralling. Heart fluttering, core clenching. You can feel the growing wetness soaking your underwear, and your cheeks flush in embarrassment and shame. This was wrong- you shouldn’t be turned on by this…by this monster. Nightmare smirks at you, clearly aware of the internal struggle.
His hand drops, little by little until the tips of his claws are playing with the buttons of your pants. You can’t do anything but close your eyes in shame as his claws dip into your underwear. He pauses when his claws brush against your soaked folds. He gives a low chuckle, pressing two fingers against your folds. He makes a mocking noise, curling his fingers expertly as you shudder.
“look at me.”
You keep your eyes closed, biting your tongue as you fight to maintain your dignity. He stops, and you barely keep yourself from begging him to continue. His other hand grasps you roughly by the chin, his claws digging into your face. “i said look at me ______.”
You shudder at the threat in his voice, eyes peeking open at the monster. His eyelight wavers slightly as you make eye contact with him, shifting into a shape too quickly for your human eye to register. He gives you a pleased hum, releasing some of the pressure around your throat. He resumes, a reward for you obeying him. Your breath is shaky and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open, when all you want to do is disappear.
“good girl.” You whimper as he shoves his fingers deeper into you, pressing against your walls and causing your heart to stutter. You bite your tongue to keep from crying out as a tendril presses against your folds, creeping in alongside Nightmare’s hand. Blood fills your mouth as he gives a particularly hard movement. You swallow it, forcing yourself to stay silent.
“you don’t have any idea how badly i wanted you.” His voice is barely above a whisper as he speaks to you. The tendrils holding you in place curl possessively. “or how long i’ve waited…” He shudders, another rush of LV wracking his body. You can feel the pulse of his soul, violent and powerful as it thrums through his body.
He shifts, pulling his hand out of your underwear. Your cheeks flush in embarrassment at the glistening fluid coating his claws. He gives you a knowing look, before pressing his fingers against your lips. “open.”
You don’t hesitate as you open your lips. He shoves his fingers in deeply, brushing the back of your throat. You gag, the cold slimy bone an unfamiliar texture in your mouth. You can taste the sweetness of your slick, but it's overwhelmed by the liquid negativity covering him.
“_______.” He removes his hand, smirking as you cough and splutter for air. He stands up, a tentacle drags you upward by your arms. The tips of your toes barely touch the ground, arms straining as you dangle. He traces a hand down your side, cupping underneath your thigh and lifting it up from the ground. He steps with practiced ease between your legs, lifting the other one with a tentacle and keeping it held propped in place.
“you’ve always been such a sweet little thing.” A hand traces along your leg, pressing just hard enough to leave marks. You can’t tear your gaze away as he reaches up to touch your face. He sighs, tracing along your features as you shudder beneath him. “and now i-”
“alright boss! we got the last of them!”
You tear your gaze away from Nightmare at the sudden interruption. Killer stands at the base of the stairs, coated in a mixture of blood and dust. He catches you looking at him and gives you a cheerful wink and waves. Nightmare gives a low growl, hissing through his teeth as he catches where your gaze is. “you’re staring at him…” A tendril grabs your chin, forcing you to look back at Nightmare. “look at me, not him.”
Nightmare sighs heavily as another violent pulse of LV shoots through his soul. He inhales slowly, before steadying himself. Turning to Killer with only mild irritation in his voice. “you certainly took your time.”
Killer laughs, spinning his knife around as he kicks a pile of ash. “what can i say? art…” He gestures at the mess covering him. “it takes time.” He laughs again, stepping up the stairs this time. “besides…it looks like you were plenty entertained.”
“enough killer.”
You suddenly become very aware of the fact half your clothes are torn to shreds, your breasts on display to anyone who cared to look. Your cheeks darken as Killer winks at you again, and your stomach crawls as you realize you have no idea where he was staring. Nightmare seems oblivious, or if he does notice he doesn’t care.
“relax boss, no need to get all possessive.” The tendril angles your face away from Killer again, and the rest of them give a warning squeeze. Nightmare turns back to you, brushing a claw deceptively softly across your lips. His next words come through clenched teeth as he hisses quietly at you.
“i told you not to look at him.”
You’re yanked into the air, tendrils wrapping firmly around your torso, as he turns back to Killer. A tentacle wraps around your head, blinding and deafening you at the same time. Your heart rate increases at the sudden lack of senses, and panic slowly builds. The tendrils squeeze, and you feel cold magic shoot through you as Nightmare’s body struggles to handle the LV rush.
Your chest heaves as you struggle to calm down, the piercing darkness overwhelming you. You can breathe, but each breath feels shallow. You can sense them, Nightmare and Killer together, speaking quietly. Your panic continues building, and you feel your heart pounding violently against your ribs.
“you belong to me now, not him.” Nightmare’s voice cuts smoothly through the chaos of your mind, and you can physically feel his satisfaction roll through your body. The tendrils tighten, one brushing against your inner thigh. You hear laughter burst through, muffled but loud enough for you to know who it is. Killer. Even with your inability to see him, you know he’s mocking you.
Nightmare’s words echo in your mind, each word sending out a painful pulse of LV boosted magic. Another tendril brushes against your inner thigh, and you bite into the one wrapped over your mouth. Once more you hear laughter, unmistakable as ever. Even blinded as you were, you could still see his face. Nightmare’s as well. The thought of his face makes your stomach twist violently, a surge of shame floods your body in response.
“let him laugh. he can watch.” You feel one of the tendrils dip below your waistline, creeping back into your underwear. “he knows better than to touch what is mine.”
The tendril presses in, and at the same time two more wrap around your legs dragging them apart. You cry out into the tendril as its sibling rammed itself into you. You know your cry is loud enough as Killer;s laughter abruptly stops. Nightmare thrusts the tendril again, and you strain against the bonds. Hot tears of shame build in your eyes, falling with each thrust.
You can feel Nightmare’s delight at your struggle, and he shows it by sliding in another tentacle. You cry out again as they piston in and out of you. Your legs tremble as they remain forced open, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could feel the heat of his gaze on your lower half. The tendril around your face gives a warning squeeze, before abruptly pulling out of your mouth. You don’t even have the air to breathe as the tendril yanks your head back, still covering your eyes. You moan brokenly as the tendrils rub the right spots.
The tendril covering your eyes can’t hide the heat spreading across your face, You know, even if you can't see it Killer had to be watching. “it’s almost disgusting, the way he’s looking at you.” You shudder violently as his tendril twists and flexes within you, driving you insane. “then again, it is understandable…i haven’t been able to look away either.”
You feel the shame grow again as you come closer to orgasming. The tight pit in your stomach is an unwanted feeling for once. A tendril comes up and presses against your back as two more secure your arms. You cry out as a third tendril forces it’s way into your cunt, your slickened entrance allowing him to slide its way in with ease. The tendril around your ears shift, loosening enough to hear Killer make a low predatorial whistle. You stiffen at that, and Nightmare- clearly displeased by your reaction- drags a pointed tendril down your back. A painful warning to ignore Killer.
You half sob when your orgasm hits you, gaspy breaths and violent shudders. It hurt so bad it felt good. You arch against the tendrils holding you and tears spill down your face. You can feel Nightmare’s smugness radiating through his body, followed by another spike of LV. He grunts and you’re dropped abruptly from the air, landing roughly onto the concrete beneath you.
Immediately you attempt to cover yourself, in some poor attempt of modesty. Killer laughs at you, banging his fist against a pillar in his hysteria. Nightmare groans behind you, the tendril wrapping it’s way around your body, covering you partially.
“enough of this.” He snaps his fingers, and you see Dust and Axe appear behind Killer. If they were phased at all by your presence, they didn’t show it. “we’re leaving.”
Before you can protest you’re dragged through a portal. You land haphazardly in a dark room, and you scramble to your feet at your sudden release.
Okay, so I've seen so much stuff about the Incredibles on TikTok. I had to come here. Either the confirmation of the Incredibles 3. I really hope they give Violet and Dash their own individual identities. Being a family of supers is great, but no kid/teen wants to be part of that forever. Give me Violet, who picks a name that a fan gives her. Let Dash cycle through a bunch of cheesy names, like The Dashter. Give them a new redesign, like they did Elastagirl. Let Edna design the suits....and a new version of the Incredibles Suits as well
Hey artists of Tumblr! I have a huge favor to ask. My birthday is coming up and as a gift to myself I want to get a tattoo done to cover up some scars on my arm. All of my tattoos are space themed, so I was thinking maybe a shooting star or a comet wrapping around my arm. I would be honored if someone came up with an idea or basic drawing of something I could get done. Thank you for your time!
Every 'normal' adult is fussing around Pugsley and Wednesday because "poor children that must be so hard for you to see mom and dad break up like this"
But the kid are absolutely unfazed, arguing that "it's alright they will be together again soon". The normie are so sad for the "children clinging to vain hopes" until Morticia and Gomez get married again two weeks after the divorce.
In the meantime Mama and Uncle Fester fight about which one of them will go to whose custody.
They pretend to argue in court and at meeting with lawyers over the splitting of the properties but that's mostly Gomez insisting to leave more and more thing to his wife in an angry voice.
At home they decided not to talk to each other so Lurch has to (begrudgingly) transmit messages from one to the other, even when they are sat on either side of the table.
That works (more or less) then Morticia says one word in french and Gomez run to cover her with kisses until Morticia remind him that they are spliting (that's the only moment he seems to regret the whole thing)