𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝕱𝖔𝖝𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘.

WRITING DO'S:

Fluff

Angst

Death

Gore (Just don't romanticize it)

Comfort

Suggestive stuff

Smut

WRITING DON'TS:

Any kind of bigotry/racism/etc.

Pedophilia

Weird ass kinks

Romanticizing abuse/death/anything illegal

Necrophilia

Dead Dove

Character x Character (I am not very versed in it and I don't wanna disappoint anyone with a lack of skill on writing a ship that people like.)

Anything that I find uncomfortable

MASTERLISTS:

Madness Combat

Undertale (+AUs)

Mario Madness

Transformers

Ghost n Pals

Sonic.EXE (Plus others)

Johnny The Homicidal Maniac

KinitoPET

Invader Zim

ENA

FNAF

South Park

Creepypasta

Slashers

Murder Drones

Salad Fingers

Forsaken

Die of Death

Dandy's World

Villainous

Gloomy Bear

ULTRAKILL

Miscellaneous Shit

Original Characters

This was the eighth, maybe tenth time you've come up behind Sprout to bite him. Most people give hugs or kisses to tell their partner they loved them, but you? You bite. And a lot, at that. Sprout's tail straightened up instinctively feeling your teeth on his shoulder as he sat at the kitchen table waiting for the oven to ding at him, his hands clenching at the wood while he suppressed the shocked moan that threatened to exit his lips.

"Sweetroll.. Do you always have to bite me?" His voice was shaky and light, a playful nervous grin spreading over his features as he watched you pull away, a smug grin plastered on your face.

"It's my love bites!" Your voice rang out, a playfully sinister giggle leaving you as you rubbed your hands together.. like an evil fly. (If you understand the joke there I love you /plat)

"I understand it's a love bite Y/n, but maybe don't bite me in pu-" He couldn't even get the word out before you had moved to bite the other side of his neck, leaving a large hickey where his scarf usually sat, he let a whine slip out before he stifled himself again, feeling a half-amused sigh leave him when you pulled back.

"Hehehe" You giggled evilly, watching Sprout regain his composure and offer you a tired look,

"You're not gonna make baking these fritters easy for me are you, Cupcake?" He leans over as you sit next to him, reaching over to hold your hand gently.

"Nope!" You chuckled, leaning over for what Sprout presumed was a kiss on the cheek, so he leaned in a bit to give you a good angle.

SFW:

- Sprout is a very attentive and caring lover, always paying close attention to your likes, dislikes, favorite things, etc. and he WILL remember them. (He has a whole ass notepad of everything he needs to know about you so he never forgets)

- If you have a sweet-tooth, Sprout is YOUR man. He will whip up any baked goods you ask, any time of day. Always with an extra added touch or two, just for you!

- His love language is definitely gift giving and the gift is sweets. Every day you wake up expect Sprout to give you SOMETHING sweet to eat after you've had breakfast, just as his little reminder to you that he loves and cherishes you.

- Sprout I feel like would call you cutesy nicknames when he can, calling you his Sweetroll, Shortcake (if you're shorter than him), Cupcake, Etc.

- If you reciprocate his nicknames with your own he will short circuit, tail stiffening, hands freezing mid-mix and his cheeks getting all hot. Just don't call him Berry-Boy. It already irritates him when Vee does it he doesn't need you following suit.

- As overprotective as he is with everyone else, with you it goes full hyperdrive. He won't ever let you out of his sight when you two get ready to extract more Ichor, always looking over your shoulder or watching your back. Honestly he's gotten himself hit so many times while protecting you it's a bit concerning.

NSFW:

- Sprout bites. A lot. If you like biting then you'll love Sprout in bed because this man leaves hickeys all over you like he's trying to eat you alive, usually leaving a select few all across your body and leaving large clusters of them in your most sensitive areas.

- If you bite him back he malfunctions, and is extremely vocal, always gripping your hair to push your teeth further into his skin as he moans and whimpers.

- PLEASE leave hard to hide hickeys on this man. He gets so flustered and huffy trying to cover them up the next morning.

- He has a strange thing for wrapping his tail around you, whether it be your thigh, waist, neck, he doesn't care as long as it's wrapped around something on you.

- Almost always starts off slow and romantic and eases into getting rough with you the closer he gets. But ironically he starts off quiet and reserved at the start, getting louder and more desperate the rougher he gets.

- Due to the surging Ichor in her system, she didn't even realize it was you at first, so you better have good cardio because chances are, she won't notice for a long while.

- Once actually pinning you down and getting a good look at you (after attempting to bite off a limb), she'd realize... She knows that face... She remembers that voice... It's you.

- Would be terrified to go anywhere near you for a while after your first encounter, afraid she'll lose herself and harm you, or worse kill you.

- It'd take a lot of kind words and gentle coaxing to get her to let herself near you, but after she realizes she won't hurt you she's putty in your hands instantly.

- A huge cuddle-bug, always in your lap just listening to your breathing and feeling safe in your presence, content to stay in a comforting embrace in silence. You being near her is comfort enough usually.

- On rare occasions though, due to Shelly's jittery attitude and hypersensitive hearing and smell due to her Twisted mutations, she is easily brought into overstimulation or panic attacks. If you happen to catch one of these panic attacks, she is quite feral and jittery during them, usually finding herself reduced to a shaking, whining ball in the corner while you sit next to her and gently rub her spine, telling her it'll be okay.

- Due to her odd body curtosy of her Twisting, she can't balance all that well, usually using her upper body to propel her forwards, hence why she picks up momentum so easily. And with this, it makes it hard to walk, stop running, or make sharp turns. That's where you come in, keeping a hand on her hip in case she has trouble walking, trying to cut off her running paths so you can push her to a stop, or of course catching her upper half if she trips over her legs, holding her clawed hands gently as you help her back up.

You both were such messes, Astro hovering above you with one pair of arms caging you beneath him and the other on your hips with a grip that you knew would leave you with bruises later. He whined as he grinded his cock inside you, causing another desperate moan to pull itself from your throat.

"Astro, baby.. You're doing so well.. Mmh- so patient." You cooed into his ear which only made him groan lowly as his dick twitched from within. He's been inside you for at least an hour, your slick soaking underneath the two of you but much to Astro's frustration you just won't let him move. He felt his starry eye glow brighter from the frustration, a stray tear at the corner of his other eye.

"P-Please, Y/n.. Please let me move, I-I need to move so badly.. You're so tight and perfect, I'll do anything if you'll just let me-" You cut him off, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss, running your hands through his hair and pulling every so often to hear his sweet whines and whimpers.

"You really wanna end our fun so soon? So impatient.." You chided him lowly, grinding your hips against his just to see him tick. He bit his lip, finally snapping and having had enough. He pulled out a bit before slamming back in rough enough to send you back a bit before he dragged you closer. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, setting a brutal and punishing pace that only made you scream and whimper from how sensitive you'd been after going at this for so long.

"F-Fuck, Astro! Slow do- FUCK!" Your words caught in your throat and were replaced by moans and curses, your back arching as Astro pounded and railed into you like his life depended on it.

"You wanted to tease me so much.. Wouldn't even let me fuck you.. So now you don't get to choose." His words were uncharacteristically mean for someone as passive as him, but it drove you crazy, your hands finding perch on his back, eliciting a lewd moan from him feeling your nails dig thoroughly into his back.

"Fuck.. Y/n you're doing so well.. Taking this so good.." He whimpered out, gripping your hips tighter and digging his free hands into the bed sheets aggressively, feeling himself inching closer to finishing. With a few more powerful thrusts, you felt Astro dump his heat into you, your insides feeling like a mushy mess.

"Fucking hell.. I gotta piss you off more often." You joked, feeling Astro pull out of you with a sigh,

"Please don't... I was worried I hurt you in my anger." And there was your sweetheart Astro again. You sat up with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"No promises. Angry Astro is hot." You whispered in his ear, pecking his flushing cheek before laying down to pass out.

You had been a mechanic for the longest time as a sort of hobby turned job. First it started with teenage you fixing some toys or consoles for your friends then you took it a step higher, helping your neighbors with their cars and eventually making your own little automatons. You also, unfortunately, found yourself in a strange realm just like the other survivors or civilians trapped in whatever the hell this endless death loop is, and thus busied yourself with your contraptions and gizmos to keep yourself sane.

Flash forward a year or so into this whole debacle and you found yourself an unlikely rocky ally-ship with the Killdroid. He didn't speak much, at least not to you, only stating matters of fact and various scans or kills he'd gotten or picked up that day. You never minded it, and at one point regretfully enjoyed his company, which brings us to where you are now.

You tinkered and chipped away at a new project you'd been meaning to finish for a while since you've been busy making traps and fixing other such inventions at the request of the other civilians stuck in this hellscape with you. You were lost in thought, your mind swirling with ideas and questions that in the end always circled back to Killdroid. The realization made you shake your head. You couldn't REALLY be so fond of him as to...

[Y/N] Killdroids automated tone waved over you from behind, causing you to stiffen. It was like whatever twisted trickster gods ran this fucked up place just WANTED you to die of embarrassment rather than getting killed in various ways.

"Y-Yeah, Killdroid? What uh- what do you want?" You called back, not bothering to turn around as you heard him shuffle in and plop himself on your work-table.

[I AM BROKEN, AND IN NEED OF YOUR SERVICE.] He called back, tilting his head with a calm whirr as you turned around to see that he looked terrible. His left arm was dislocated and hanging off of the joint by the wires, his right hand was stripped of all outer casing leaving the endoskeletal clawed visage free for all to see, his chest was gashed, one of his shoulder launchers was missing, overall it looked like he got beaten with a bulldozer.

Your eyes widened in shock and slight worry as you ran over to him, grabbing a toolbox and kneeling down to begin working on his legs.

"Jeez, Killdroid did ya get in a fight with a steamroller what happened?" You laughed playfully, glancing up at where his face should be, being met back with the silent emotionless X pattern staring back down at you.

[THE CIVILIANS WERE MORE PREPARED FOR MY ATTACKS TODAY THAN I HAD INITIALLY ASSUMED.] He tilted his head again, headphones threatening to fall off from the motion. You nodded, making quick work of fixing his legs, since they seemed the least damaged. You got up and walked to a nearby cabinet, rummaging around haphazardly for any extra parts that could replace his missing shoulder launcher.

[YOU DO NOT NEED TO REPLACE THE ROCKET LAUNCHER. A SIMPLE REMOVAL OF THE BROKEN PIECES WILL SUFFICE.] He watched you intently, feeling his gaze bore into your back. Turning back around you wandered back to him, some sheet metal and paint in your hands instead.

Hours waged on as you tiredly fixed up Killdroid, sighing in a drowsy victory as you looked at him. He looked as normal as ever now, save for the missing launcher.

"Good as new, buddy." You yawned out, stretching and feeling your muscles relax, bones popping comfortably.

[THANK YOU, Y/N. I AM IN YOUR DEBT FOR THIS SERVICE.] He nodded to you, getting off the work table and walking over to you.

"Anytime, Killdroid." You opened your eyes to be met with Killdroid's featureless face staring down at you, causing your heart to race as you back up a bit instinctively. He stepped closer, head tilting again, much slower this time. Like a predator.

"Uhm... Buddy? Getting a little spooky there." Your shaky voice and higher tone made him pause for a moment, various motors whirring in place before he continued walking towards you.

[YOUR HEART RATE IS RISING.] He lowered his head, looking over your body. To say you were a bit scared was an understatement but you just couldn't bring yourself to run or fight back. Your back met the wall with a small thud, your shoulders tensing as Killdroid stalked up to you until you were eye-level with his chest. He looked down at you, a cold hand coming up under your chin to keep you from looking away.

[YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS ARE TELLING ME YOU ARE NOT AFRAID. YOU WANT THIS. DON'T YOU?] He backs up a bit to lower himself down to be eye-level with you, your heart rate slowing slightly as you weighed what he just said. You knew he was right, you DID want this. And part of you hated it.

You turned away from him, nodding rather sheepishly. Killdroid made a small humming noise in response, leaning over and hoisting you into his arms, causing a small yelp from you.

[GOOD. BECAUSE I TOO WOULD LIKE TO REMAIN WITH YOU.] He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours gently, you assume it's his way of kissing you since he doesn't have a mouth so you reach your hand up to pull him closer, not even noticing him carrying you through your home up to your bedroom. He tosses you on the bed rather carelessly, quickly crawling over you to keep you from getting up.

You stared back at him in minor shock, feeling his cold hands slip under your shirt and tenderly grasp at your hips.

"Wait right now? I mean that's a bit forward- a-and do you even have a-" You were quickly cut off hearing a distorted laugh coming from Killdroid, jolting with a whine as he gripped your hips tighter.

[IF YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS. MY SENSORS WOULD HAVE TOLD ME BY NOW. I HAVE BEEN SCANNING YOUR NEURAL SIGNALS SINCE I CAME HERE. AND YES, I HAVE THE NECESSARY PARTS FOR THIS, ALTHOUGH ARTIFICIAL, I DOUBT YOU MIND MUCH.] His words rang with a correctness that made your cheeks flush with embarrassment and your rational sense spring with the hatred at the fact that he's right. Your thoughts are interrupted hearing a loud hiss coming from a panel on his crotch.

You were in for a long night indeed.

((Tee-hee get cliffhangered mfs /silly))