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HI! Long time so see, just came here to say that I’m way more frequent on AO3 now! So uh, go see me there. just type of KhorouxClue then I’ll be there, or yknow, by chance go through someone else’s profile and story and try and find me in the KUDOS section because I will mostly be lurking there.

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HI! Long time so see, just came here to say that I’m way more frequent on AO3 now! So uh, go see me there. just type of KhorouxClue then I’ll be there, or yknow, by chance go through someone else’s profile and story and try and find me in the KUDOS section because I will mostly be lurking there.

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Killermare Gift (Happy Birthday, Killer!)

(NSFW, Facefucking, blowjobs, tiny mentions of past rape)

Killer sighed gently as he wiped the dust off of his clothes. Nightmare had called him back from the timeline of Outertale rather early today compared to when he usually took a day or two.

He walked through the portal, being sure to take off his jacket and leaving it at the coat hanger. He tucked his knife back into his short’s pocket before he looked around. The living room and kitchen were all empty as always. Just those menacing stairs that led up several floors till it reached the main room. The Throne room. “Boss?” He called out, scratching the back of his neck.

The stairs slightly creaked under his weight till he got to the top. It was oddly silent. Suspiciously silent, actually. “Kinda sad I had to come back early. I was having fun in that timeline, too.” He sighed in sarcastic sadness.

He’d finally reached the top, knocking on his Boss’ door. When he heard no response, worry spiked in his body. “Boss?” He asked gently. Was anyone even here? He prayed to whatever gods up there that he wouldn’t get decapitated if he opened Nightmare’s door without permission. He creaked the large doors open, peaking his arm inside his boss’ room first for safe measures. He wouldn’t mind losing arm. He was ambidextrous. Though when the pain didn’t come, he put a leg in too. Then his other arm before finally he put his entire body inside.

The doors closed behind him, trapping him inside. This actually gave him a minute to look at Nightmare’s bedroom. It was large. The bed was large, the covers black and the sheets a very dark purple. The curtains blocked out any light and the floors were a very dark, cherry wood flooring.

Everything was so neat. Not a speck of dust. He looked to the desk Nightmare had in his room, walking over to see a cup of coffee. He looked around before he stuck one of his fingers into the liquid. Immediately flinching his hand back. It was piping hot! “Shit..” He muttered. Nightmare had to be here. Why else would it be so freshly brewed.

“How rude. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you manners? I mean, even if you have none, I don’t know where your hands have been.” The voice echoed, making Killer flinched, darting his empty eyes to around the room. “Boss? Shit- I’m so sorry! I was just lookin’ for you, honest. I didn’t know you were here.” He gulped. Surely he was gonna die now!

“It’s fine.” Nightmare muttered, letting his body be seen from the shadows. Killer’s face flushed a deep red in a matter of seconds when he saw what the other was wearing. “Even I’m not that much of an asshole to get mad at someone on their special day, right?” Nightmare wasn’t wearing anything but a robe. And from the way it was filled out, his body was summoned. Though, the coffee was hot so there was no way Nightmare had just gotten out of the shower.

“Oh, right. It’s my birthday. Totally slipped past my mind.” Killer hummed gently, visibly checking his Boss out. His soul was inverted to a heart along with how his one, bright, white eyelight filled out one of his eyesockets.

Nightmare hummed gently, walking up to Killer with a plain expression. He wasn’t even nervous. Killer tensed just slightly as Nightmare’s hand made its way up to Killer and cupped his cheeks gently, the other hand resting on the mid-point of Killer’s humerus. Nightmare’s thumb wiped away some of the tar that leaked from Killer’s eye. It burned to the touch. But it wasn’t as painful as going through the faze of corruption was.

“Honestly, I thought even you would’ve been more stupid and selfish on your birthday than you’re acting right now. If I was missing, what would you have done, anyway? Seeing as how you stuck your finger into my coffee, I have an idea of what else you would’ve did. But still. Even on your birthday, you were worried about everyone else.” Nightmare sighed gently, “what am I going to do to you..?” He muttered to himself gently.

“Don’t really know if you said that right, boss..” Killer chuckled gently, subconsciously nuzzling his head into his Boss’ hand, though Nightmare pulled both of his hands away, trailing down to the rim of his shorts. “No, no. I spoke correctly. Still as narcissistic as ever. The nerve,” Killer let out a gently groan as he felt Nightmare’s fingers trail under his sweater and to his spine, “trying to correct me? I don’t make mistakes with my words, Killer.”

Killer gulped gently. “Sorry, Boss. Y’know my head’s full of empty space.” He chuckled shakily as he felt Nightmare go to his knees in front of him. “H-heh.. get it..? Cause I’m a skeleton?” Nightmare rolled his eye. “Shut up, Killer. Has anyone ever said you talk too much?” Nightmare sighed, yet his eye was fixated on the bulge in the other’s pants. He gently pulled Killer’s shorts to his knees. Nightmare’s eyes widened, having to yank his back just slightly before getting slapped in the head by Killer’s cock.

“I haven’t even done anything yet. How’re you this erect?” He muttered gently to himself. Killer let out a soft, shaky laugh. He couldn’t help it. His boss looked so sexy in front of him like that. Nightmare’s face finally flushed a deep cyan, his hand taking hold on the cock while his long tongue lolled out of his mouth. Killer’s eyes widened. He’d only seen it once or twice before but not like this.

Nightmare looked up to him, locking eyes with the other as he slowly let his  mouth swallow the large cock whole. Killer felt a shiver wreck up his spine. He fought back the urge to take control, letting Nightmare bob his head in a slow pace that only drew Killer insane.

Killer let out a soft moan as he felt Nightmare’s tongue graze over the urethra of his dick, his cock giving a satisfied throb. Nightmare’s bone brow furrowed. He would admit, it was difficult to take it all. Though, then again, the last time he’d done this was a century or more ago. And no villager had ever come to close to this size.

“Fuck, Nightmare..” Killer panted out softly as Nightmare had picked up the pace. Nightmare’s apple-imitating, soul gave a gentle squeeze when Killer used something outside of his profession. He didn’t hate it. Any other day, he would’ve been mad if someone had called him anything outside of “Boss.” But, it was Killer’s birthday so he’d let it slide.

Nightmare flinched when he felt two hands on his head, letting out a noise when Killer had thrusted his hips forward, making his Boss take the entirety of his cock. Tears formed at Nightmare’s eyes as Killer had begun to facefuck him.

Nightmare tried to adjust but he couldn’t. Tears and drool dropped down his face and he let out a choked noise. Soon, when he felt that familiar warmth fill his mouth, he grunted, trying to swallow as much as he could before he took his mouth off, coughing.

“Give me a fucking warning next time.” He growled. Killer sighed with a chuckle, “Sorry, Boss. You’re just so irresistible.” Nightmare couldn’t help the blush that flooded his cheeks, sighing gently as he stood up. “I hope you don’t think we’re finished.” He started to untie the ribbon on his robe.

Killer’s eyes widened as he stared at Nightmare’s ecto, his hands involuntarily twitching along with how erect his cock got.

“You know I’m not done with you yet, right?”

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M MM B B S

*points at Dust and Sci*

well of course

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SciDust Drabble

(SFW, This is a more personalization fanfic! Don’t read if you don’t wanna give it a chance :)

The rain crackled with a loud roar, the thunder growling from above to doom his wrath onto the earth below. Dust furrowed his brow and he let out a soft grunt at the next loud shock of thunders. He felt suffocated. The hands pulling him further into the darkness.

He gasped as he shot awake, his body drenched in sweat. Where was he? He wasn’t in his room. He wasn’t even sure he was in the castle. When he heard an exceptionally soft, deep, hum next to him, he sighed quietly. “Dust..?” A quiet shuffle before he heard the lamp turn on and the familiar sound of glasses being put on next to him.

He looked to the green-eyed skeleton with his own tired, lazy eyes. “..Sorry, did I wake ya?” Sci yawned quietly before he also sat up, rubbing his lenses a bit cleaner before pushing them up on his nasal bone. “Not really. You were making noises in your sleep, so I was up already. Enough about me, though, are you alright?”

Dust let out a quiet exhale. He spent his time more and more in the scientist’s lab. He wouldn’t consider they were dating since Dust wasn’t looking for love and neither was Sci, but they were definitely more than friends yet not just fuckbuddies. Like… in between. Some kind of relationship only he and Sci knew of.

He felt hands wrap around his waist, pulling him slightly closer to the other. “Was it another nightmare?” Dust didn’t answer. Sci took that as a sign to know it was what he thought it was. “Nightmare must be plaguing your dreams again for spending the night here for the 5th time.”

Dust frowned deeply. He didn’t even notice he was shaking. Not until he was hugging close to Sci’s chest. He could hear his soul beat. “…what the fuck are you doin’?” Dust asked, voice going quieter with each word. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m making sure you don’t go berserk again. I want you to relax. We both know who’s the stronger one here, right? You know I could never match up to your strength, Dust. If anything, I should be the one afraid of you.”

Dust was quiet. A small, shuffled nod leaving him. “..right.” Sci closed his eyes, but he wasn’t asleep. “Mind telling me what it was about this time? I do find your nightmares really interesting afterall.”

Dust tsk’d. “Fuckin weirdo is what you are. What kind of scientist writes down each dream their…friend…has?” Sci let out a quiet chuckle, rubbing Dust’s shoulder with his thumb gently, “An observant scientist. Now try and get some rest, you know nothing will happen.”

Dust huffed gently before his eyes started to close. Listening to Sci’s voice always calmed him down. Obviously he wouldn’t tell the scientist that. “..right. Nightmare’s gonna kick my ass in the morning anyway…”

Sci let a small smile form. “Exactly. Goodnight, Dust. Hopefully I’ll be able to see you on your way out this time.” Dust scoffed, rolling his eyelights.

“…if you’re lucky.”

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ShatteredDrink Dubcon

(NSFW, Dub-con, Choking, Hate-fucking)

Ink gasped as his back hit the wall with a loud crack. He fell motionless to the floor, vision blurry and he could taste the iron and burning taste of paint in his mouth. Damnit… how had he found him?! He held onto the wall for support, shakily rising to his feet yet again.

“Oh, Ink. I still don’t understand why you’re running. I’m your Starlight, aren’t I?” The creature’s voice had a slight purr, the being’s shoes clanking against the floor with every step it took. A slimy, large, yellow outlined tentacle wrapped around Ink’s throat, bringing him face to face with the creature. Bearing Dream’s crown, his single shining, beautiful eye, and that smile that somehow still held warmth. Even in the captive’s hold.

“You’ll… you’ll.. never be him.. You’re NOT Dream…” Ink choked out before he gasped, the tentacle only growing tighter around his neck. The creature’s grin twisted into that of a crooked smile, showing off his fangs as he let out a sweet giggle. “Hm, but I am. And you’ve yet to accept it. I mean, I thought you’d be happy with this new form. You’ve always felt so fond over new experiences. I thought this time would be an exception. My positivity is still there, and so is everything else you’ve craved of me.”

His voice was sweet, yet it held nothing but a malicious intent as he threw Ink into the floor.  Ink shrieked and coughed as he growled. “My feelings for him were true.. you’re aren’t anything that he could ever be! You aren’t Dream.. you could never be him. You could never make me feel happy the way he could. Ever.”

The creature finally stopped, his grin easily leaving and exchanging into that of a deep, gruesome frown. Like he was disappointed; upset. Not mad, no, never mad. He had no reason to be. “I’m sure I could still make you feel just as good, maybe even better. I mean, my body has.. changed, after all.”

Ink growled. “Don’t even think of comin’ near me!” He angrily yelled. He’d badly injured himself. He’d at least broken off two ribs but he could care less. He was cornered in a way. Shattered had to kneel to his level, cupping Ink’s cheekbones to pull him into a deep kiss. A kiss Ink almost fell for. The tongue in his mouth didn’t even feel foreign. It was just like Dream’s touch and he hated it.

With a hard chomp, Shattered pulled back with a flinch. He had a hand covering his mouth, the soft, yellow blood dripping down his chin. Had Ink really bitten him? “I.. seem to have forgotten how disobedient you are.” Shattered rose again, his tentacle making sure Ink was to the floor.  Shattered let him stand over Ink, both his legs on either side of him as he then squatted, looking face to face with the artist as he took the pink paint from his vial case. “Maybe you need a reminder of whom you listen too?”

Ink struggled the best he could. He was like a cobra. He would squeeze all the life out of him everytime he tried to move. That eye with the boldness and confidence he’d never seen and that hidden dominance in such a defenseless looking creature. It angered him so much, yet he couldn’t fight back as he felt the sweet, warm liquid slide down his throat. He choked and sputtered as he was forced to take it. The entire thing.

Shattered’s Cheshire grin merely grew as he saw the other’s erect bulge in his shorts. The tentacle around Ink’s neck loosened, the creature’s gaze focused on that bulge and the bulge alone. “I can assure you that I am everything Dream could never be.” He said as his sharp phalanges got ahold of Ink’s zipper, easily unbuttoning and unzipping the brown, cargo shorts he always wore. Finally, that hard cock was out.

Shattered let himself squat down, hovering over the erection with great ease. When Ink growled, trying to get out of the creature’s hold, he gasped as the tentacle around his neck squeezed tightly. “No, moving. I’d hate to squeeze the life out of you before we’ve even started, dear..” He chuckled gently yet it didn’t hold any sort of sweetness. An expired lemon is what he was to Ink; something that held no sour yet sweet taste. It only left the dry, crinkled peeling and the mushy core: Disgusting and needed to be discarded of.

Ink was snapped from his thoughts as he shaky noise left him. He felt his cock throb around Shattered’s fingers. “Oh? Why, aren’t you sensitive. I would be to after drinking so much of a feeling you hate most, too. Why did you ‘love’ Dream anyway? Unless…” Ink cried out as one of Shattered’s tentacles curved into the end of a skinnier one before entering the tip of his cock’s head. “..You didn’t love Dream and more of his aura instead? I mean, I’d take such an opportunity too. Free positivity all the time, right? Even during sex. Oh, the absolute BEST came from sex.”

Tears formed in Ink’s raging yet lust-filled eyes as Shattered leaned in close to his neck. “I mean, could you imagine? Your head between Dream’s legs, either sucking him off or eating him out? What did he taste like? Happiness? Hopes? Or just cum? Or was it a mix of all three? Did the adrenaline from the sip of pink and the positivity give you a sense of addiction as well?” The words were all too much for Ink, stimulating his pleasure from the tentacle’s thrusting even faster.

Yet, when he tried to cum, he could only manage a whimper. The tentacle was blocking his orgasm. Shattered’s smile widened when he’d seen he’d finally noticed. “Did you think I’d give the satisfaction of release THAT fast, sweetheart? Oh, of course not. I wanna hear you beg.” Ink would never do anything of the sort! Especially not to HIM.

Ink let out a strained, shaky whimper he didn’t even realize left him mouth. He felt tears brim in his eyes as he let out a moan. He hated it. He hated how much his body was enjoying the pleasuring pain of Shattered’s actions. A fucked up sense of ecstasy was intoxicating.

When the tentacle had finally given him a moment of peace, he took the time to let out pants. The tentacle soon left Ink alone, coming from out of his cock with leaked of precum. “We aren’t done yet, Inky..” He chuckled deeply. Ink looked up with a tired glance. The beautiful, sunlit ecto made his cock perk back up in a way he wasn’t sure he liked.

“Let’s get started again.” Shattered had his pants off, revealing his soaked cunt, hovering over Ink’s cock with such balance, Ink was sure the other had more practice than he did.  Shattered slowly lowered himself, the tightness taking Ink by surprise. The squid let out a soft moan. Then another and another.

Shattered’s soft noises were also heard by Ink. They were so light and delicate yet filled with nothing but pleasure. It really was Dream. “Mm.. if I would’ve known you had THIS kind of length on you, I would have done this long ago! AH!” He let out a shocked moan as Ink had thrusted upwards. He knew he shouldn’t be into this. But he couldn’t help himself.

Ink continued his upward thrusts, the tentacle around Ink’s neck loosening with each thrust. Shattered didn’t even notice Ink had taken control, flipping the positions so that HE was on top of Shattered. “Yes! AH! INK! FUCK! FUCK ME, YES!” With every thrust, Ink was hitting each sensitive spot inside of the creature, its tentacles curling around Ink’s wrists. Ink hated it, making sure to shove the disgusting appendages off of him.

He let out a soft breath of his own, the sex calming his nerves just a slight bit. But he flinched at the sudden clamp down on his cock. Did Shattered cum? He looked down at the other’s ecstasy-painted face. The sight made him cum on command, another soft cry leaving Shattered.

“See…? I..I knew you’d come arou- AH!” Shattered let out a breathless moan as Ink thrusted his hips forward. Ink scoffed in a quiet, angered, amusement.

“D..did you really think we were finished? You made me down my paint.. so now you get to deal with the aftermath..”

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Crossmare (w/hinted pining) and Bad Sans Poly (UNFINISHED)

I literally wanted to finish both of these but my stress and writer’s block said ‘fuck you.’ Soooo here ya go.

Crossmare (w/hinted Killermare pining)

(Voyuerism, Masturbation, pining, sleep deprivation)

“Oh! CROSS!” Nightmare screamed out, his moans echoing through some of the quiet castle. So much for soundproof. Killer grumbled quietly as he tried to tune them out. He put his face under the pillow, yet he could still hear the king’s moans.

Killer was currently laying his bed, trying to get some sleep. But, he couldn’t. For a good reason too. “FUCK! CROSS, STARS!” And that was why. Like, seriously, who decides to fuck in the middle of the night? Nobody else had the guts to knock on Nightmare’s door and tell them to quiet down and Killer sure as hell wasn’t going to.

So he was just trying to get some sleep and ignore his erection that was straining against his shorts. He was such a perv. But could you blame him? He was listening to his crush get wrecked by his bestfriend and that was a depressing thought on its own. But here he was, angrily throwing his shorts off and into one corner of the room.

Stars, he was summoned already. He sighed gently, letting himself sit up as he pressed his skull to the cold wall. Thank stars his room was the closest that had connected walls to Nightmare’s room. Nightmare and Cross had started dating only a few weeks ago but it seemed they couldn’t take their hands off of each other.

“I’M CUMMING!” Killer flinched as another loud moan resonated from his boss, he could even faintly hear Cross’ swear as well. “What’s wrong with me? Am I really gettin’ off to this?” He chuckled breathlessly, starting to let his hand take control of a pumping motion, his cock dripping of pre-cum from how excited he was.

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it was him fucking the boss and not Cross. His amazing boss. The one he looked up to so much. His savior, his mentor, his everything. His soul shifted into that of a makeshift soul or in otherwards, a heart. He panted quietly, stroking his cock a bit faster when he heard Cross groan.

It was like he was there with him. His cock buried deep inside of the king. His tits in his face, gripping to him for dear life. Crying, begging, moaning for Killer to go harder or to cum inside of him. Begging Killer to impregnate him. “Fuck… Boss.. you sound so sexy.”

His strokes becoming faster as he panted shakily. His soul was leaking through his shirt, the red, slimy, fluid ruining his black sweater and staining his spine. His breath hitched and a groan escaped him as hot cum flowed down his cock, staining his sheets. He’d wash it later. 

(I was proud of this one too. Anyways, next!)

Bad Gays, Bad Dreams

(Insomnia, sleep deprivation)

Nightmare sighed as he awoke from another bad dream. He needed to calm down. These dreams he’d been having had been growing more and more intense each time he fell asleep. Nightmare looked to his clock and sighed. It wasn’t even 5 in the morning. It was only 1 AM.

“I guess you’re up for good then, huh?” Nightmare jumped at the sound of another but at the sight of Killer, he growled. “What the hell are you doing in my private chambers?” Killer was quick to address himself. “Woah, woah, calm down, Night. You asked me to watch over ya while you took a nap. Seems that nap turned into sleep. Another bad dream?”

He forgot he’d asked Killer to watch over him just in case he’d lashed out. “Yes, yes, sorry.. I am sorry. It.. was a bad dream.” Killer got off of his phone and stuff it in his pocket before he scooted closer to Nightmare and rubbed soothing circles into his back. “They’ve been getting worser and worser. Wanna talk about it?”

Nightmare shook his head quickly and hopped out of bed. “No, no. No. I don’t want to talk about it. Though, thank you for the offer.” He put on his black slippers and yawned quietly before leaving his room with Killer trailing a bit behind him. He made his way down the dark corridors of the castle. Killer had to light a candle to see.

Soon upon arriving to the kitchen, he let Killer light up the candles they’d placed, and Nightmare had flinched rather hard when he’d opened the cupboard. “Horror?!” Realizing how loud he was, he dropped his voice to a yelling whisper. “Horror..! What the hell are you doing in there..?!”

Horror let out a grunt. He looked like a gremlin, hunched over and squeezed into the tight space of the cabinet, his long, slender fingered, hand shoved into a jar of cookies. “…Oh, hey, Boss..” His voice was deep and quiet, eyelight dim in the darkness.

Killer snorted out a quiet laugh. “I should’ve known. I’d been hearing noises from down hear for hours. Obviously, it was Horror, aye? Hm, you stuck there, Bud?” Horror ate the last cookie before he let out another grunt and nodded. “..Yes…” Nightmare rolled his eyes and used his tentacle to wiggle the overly large skeleton out of the cabinet, falling with a loud thud.

Though, Horror quietly said that he was alright before getting up and brushing off his clothing. Nightmare felt a bit more at peace to know that he wasn’t as alone anymore. Though, before he could say anything, he felt a presence next to him. Looking to his side, he saw Dust. Nightmare flinched hard before calming quickly. “I.. I am sorry, Dust. Did we wake you?” Dust shook his head, quietly stating to him that he was already awake and had been for a while.

Nightmare sighed gently. “It seems we’re all awake except for Cross.” Horror shook his head, pointing to the now awake skeleton who still looked sleepy. “Oh, Cross. Are you alright?” Cross yawned quietly and nodded at Nightmare’s question. “Yeah.. I knew I heard a noise down here so I checked it out.. seems it was good to do so. Did you have trouble sleeping again, Boss?”

Nightmare frowned. “There is no need to call me such a name when we are far more than just teammates, Cross. Please, call me Nightmare.”

As you can see, I had insomnia while writing these. Never drinking coffee that late anymore. I got addicted for a few days. Hopefully, I may finish these. If I’m lucky.

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Crossmare Boobgrabbing

(NSFW, Nipple sucking, Tit squeezing, Aggressive behavior, Mentions of slut shaming)

Nightmare let out a whine, his entire body tensing before letting out a shaky sigh. “Be gentle, will you? Hell, I gave you an opportunity to touch me. Not rip me apart.” Nightmare grumbled out, averting his cyan eye. Though, the male he was sitting on didn’t seem to register his annoyance as he squeezed and pulled on the, recently inverted but now perked, nipples.

“Sorry…” Cross muttered again. He’d been having to do that every few minutes when Nightmare had to tell him or when he figured in he was in serious pain. But, stars, he couldn’t help it. Killer had really gotten to him this time. It was one thing to say dumb shit to his face but to say such inappropriate things about their Boss behind his back? It made him furious.

Nightmare was not a milf, nor was he a slut or a sex doll. He was a majestic King that had to be treated gently as to not break him for he was fragile. “Ow..! Cross!” Nightmare growled again as Cross accidently let his claws dig into Nightmare’s tits. “Fuck- I’m sorry..” Cross was growing angrier with himself by the second.

“Could you not think about what Killer may have said to you right now? Your anger is only hurting me and it’s not arousing at all. I may have to put you out and you may have to seek help from others, Cross.” Nightmare’s voice was full of annoyance and seriousness, yet still kept the matter short and simple and to the point. Not a way Cross really liked but it was better than being lied to.

“I know, I know, sorry.. I just.. he said some really nasty things and it really got my blood boiling. Especially when it’s perverted about the people I care for.” Cross muttered. Nightmare only rolled his eyes. He adjusted his sharp phalanges on Cross’ shoulders before tilting his head to the side in curiosity. “And what did he say, Cross?”

 Cross was quiet, stopping himself from painfully squeezing Nightmare’s chest and instead dramatically groaning. “He talked about you!” Nightmare was taken aback. “Me?” Cross nodded furiously. “Yeah, you! He talked about you like you were some stupid sex toy for the taking! How he wanted to have a turn with you when I was done or something.. Stars, he’s just so… gross!”

 Nightmare was quiet before he smirked. That’s what had gotten him so worked up? Oh, Cross, weren’t you a loyal soldier to his king. “How sweet..” Nightmare let his touch linger on the scar of the soldier’s cheek, gently training downwards to his chin and titling his head up slightly to look at Nightmare. “So all of this fuss has been all about me, Cross?” Nightmare felt flattered. He didn’t even care that he’d been in pain just a second ago.

 Cross face lit up a purple fury, breath hitching as his and his king’s faces were inches apart, the sweet, apple scent radiating off of Nightmare was intoxicating his senses. “I…” He didn’t even have time to finish before a deep, brooding chuckle left the king. “Fine. I suppose I can grant you at least this much, right? Do what you must.” Cross could only slightly see the faint, cyan blush on Nightmare’s face and that was enough to fuel him.

 Cross let Killer’s words flow back through his head and really let himself become aroused and angry. He’d show Killer. He’d show him how only HE could make Nightmare feel good. That only HE could treat him how he wanted. Nightmare was startled as he was picked up and gently thrown onto his bed. His eyesocket slightly widened in surprise at Cross’ sudden surge in dominance.

 Cross leaned over, his larger hands pinning Nightmare’s wrists to the bed. His sharp canines easily dug into Nightmare’s neck, bruising the dark bone which made it glow a gentle cyan. His knee pressed in between the king’s legs, stimulating the clothed entrance with ease. “Cross!” Nightmare moaned out, his eye closing tightly.

 Cross let go of Nightmare’s wrists, transferring to his large mounds where he squeezed and pulled on aggressively. His slightly, sharp fingers dug into the nipples, making sure to pinch them and rub them in between his fingers as a way of pleasure. Nightmare was into it greatly. Tears formed at his eye from the sensation of pain and pleasure mixing and he couldn’t help but feel he’d cum just from this.

 Nightmare fumbled with his pants, trying to get them off as soon as possible to discard them on the floor. Cross chuckled gently and held back a smirk, helping the king with his pants and throwing them somewhere else in his room. He finally had access to his wet core begging for him and he felt himself salivate.

 Nightmare could see the perverted look on his face and scoffed in amusement. “Gosh, you may just be worse than Killer.” Cross felt his face turn a bright purple and his brows furrowed, giving a yank on Nightmare’s tits which caused the King to let out a pleasured cry. “Don’t compare me to him.”

 Nightmare panted gently, ready for the dominance and the manhandling that he’d get though the shaky smile didn’t leave his face. “Yes sir.” Cross smiled happily at that, the dominant face leaving for a split second before it’d returned. At the sight of the bare king laying down in front of him at his mercy, Cross really couldn’t believe it.

 Like, he really couldn’t believe it. He never thought Nightmare would’ve even agreed to letting him touch his chest! It’d been pining for such a long time till only a month ago when Nightmare had spied on his dreams out of pure curiosity and realized the truth. It took a bit of insistence since Nightmare had been afraid of corrupting Cross, though Cross’ desperate attempts to be with the king finally paid off.

 “Fuck, Cross.. please, do something! Don’t just stare at me!” Nightmare growled, his face an embarrassed cyan as he adverted his eye. Cross had just been staring at him and it was embarrassing. Though, he’d never admit that. His begging had soon been accepted when Cross took ahold of his large tits, squeezing them with aggression.

 Nightmare’s back arched as he felt Cross’ thumbs dig into his perk, plump, nipples. They pressed down on the sensitive buds, making the king cry out. “FUCK! CROSS!” His legs wrapped around Cross’ waist, acting on their own. Cross pressed their teeth together, trapping Nightmare in a deep, messy kiss.

 Cross’ tongue tangled with the other’s aggressively, Nightmare barely being able to keep up with him and how fast he was. Where had this attitude even come from? Cross usually was to shy to even touch Nightmare’s hand! Let alone pin him like a wild animal and tease him. The king found it arousing to know he only was able to see this side of Cross.

 Nightmare was snapped out of his thoughts as tears blurred his vision and he almost screamed. He looked to his breasts to see Cross’ mouth trapped around one of his nipples, sucking and licking furiously at his right one while his hand was busy playing and pinching on the left nipple.

 It made small tears fall from the king’s face out of pleasure and he felt a knot build in his stomach. God, was he really going to cum like this?! “FUCK! CROSS!!” Cross felt a shiver run up his spine from hearing how he called out his name, the erection in his shorts restraining him. He grunted quietly from the restriction of his shorts and growled gently.

 Nightmare screamed out in pleasure as he came. His walls clenching around nothing and his clit throbbing. A soft liquid dripped from his entrance and down to his ass and onto his dark, lilac covers. He’d wash it later. Nightmare’s vision was blurry as he panted, sitting up on his elbows to properly look at Cross.

 Seeing sight of the hard, throbbing, purple cock that Cross had summoned, Nightmare felt himself drool. His cocky smile came back quickly. With shaky fingers, his spread his sensitive folds for Cross. Cross’ eyes trained on his tight cunt and only that alone as he swallowed wetly. A deep chuckle left the King.

 “O-oh.. Cross.” His voice was shaky, yet it still held a dominance in it. He was still in control. “D-don’t tell me you’re backing out now.” Cross scoffed in quiet amusement, lining up his cock with his entrance before roughly pushing in which earned Cross a sweet moan from the King.

 “Of course not, Boss. I always finish what I start.”

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DreamMare Past Incidents

(NON-CON, Rape, Drugging, Blood loss, Forced penetration, Virginity loss, Trigger warning for some people. If you’ve got a sensitive stomach or are sensitive to these topics, please don’t read this one!)

“Aren’t the villagers nice enough for letting us borrow one of their rooms, Brother?” Dream asked Nightmare, his twin brother. Currently, they were staying in a wooden home, built rather well. It had a cozy appeal, the wood floors and nicely, decorated wooden walls gave a sense of weird nostalgia to both brothers.

 Dream drank from the tea they’d provided them. “I suppose… but we’re supposed to be guarding Mother.” Nightmare muttered with a small grumble. He felt uncomfortable being away from his mother. She’d entrusted them both with protecting her and they were here. “Oh, c’mon, Night! The tree—” Nightmare growled, “Mother.” Dream rolled his yellow eyelights. “MOTHER will be fine for the night. Please? I’d hate to turn down their request. Besides, it’s not everyday we have a roof over our heads.”

 Nightmare sighed. He knew that was true. “Fine… but as soon as the sunrises, we leave. It’s bad to leave Mother and I don’t want her to get hurt or be picked of the hands of any gross villagers.” He hated the townsfolk with a malicious intent. Though, that’s for later.

 Dream’s eyes sparkled with happiness and he held back from spilling his tea by hugging Nightmare. “Oh, thank you, Brother! I promise, you won’t regret it!” Nightmare sighed gently and couldn’t help the embarrassing blush on his face. “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing... I just want to get this day over with. This place makes me uncomfortable and you should feel the same.” Dream didn’t really feel that way but he knew about his brother’s hate for the people and nodded.

 “Trust me, Nightmare. These nice people are different, promise! Now c’mon. We should go to the guest room for now. The woman of this household said she’d make us dinner!” He smiled happily, getting up and grabbing Nightmare’s hand. He led him to the guest room, seeing the bland yet cozy room calmed Nightmare down a bit.

 “This room… I suppose is nice.” Nightmare admitted gently, taking off his crown and putting it on the dresser. He also took off his shoes, placing them next to the bed before he curled in on himself on the bed and sighed gently. “The bed is also comfortable.” Dream smiled and laughed softly. “See? I knew you’d like it.” He sat down next to Nightmare, looking to the ceiling with his hands behind his head.

 “Maybe they’d let us take a sort of tarp or covering for Mom back at home.” Dream said happily, getting Nightmare’s attention. “Really..? But Mother’s leaves and roots need to flourish. She needs sunlight. I’d hate to keep that from her.” Dream sighed. He really wished that Nightmare could hear himself talk sometimes. “Right.” Was all he said before closing his eyes. They both should try and get some sleep.

  When they’d awoken a few hours later, dinner was ready. The friendly villagers giving them bowls of food to eat. Dream thanked them happily, “this looks delicious, Ma’am! We can’t be more grateful for you to be letting us stay here.” She merely nodded, saying that she had to take care of her three grown boys as well which had provided her cooking skills to become better and better. Dream had started digging in without a second thought but Nightmare? He was just staring at his food, a spoon in hand.

 She could see his hesitation and asked what was wrong. Nightmare only shook his head, saying he was fine before scooping just a tiny bit into his mouth. He flinched. The taste was indescribable. Chalky? It tasted like a tad bit of soap. It was bitter. What kind of stew was this?

 Though, the purple prince stopped himself from spitting it out and continued to eat till it was all gone. He felt sick. Dream smiled happily. “Wasn’t it delicious, Nightmare?” He asked, looking to his twin. Nightmare, on the other hand, felt dizzy. His vision was blurred. He looked to Dream with a dazed, drunken gaze and nodded, though… he saw an open pill bottle on the counter behind him and he’d finally put the pieces together.

 Though, a loud thud rang throughout the room, along with the scooting of chairs and footsteps. Was Dream going to get him out of there? He knew this was a bad idea. He finally closed his eyes, the feeling of his brother’s gloves wrapping around him and picking him up.

 He felt himself being placed on the bed. So they hadn’t left yet? Why? Why were they still here? He felt those same gloves start to unbutton his purple, tunic, shirt. What was going on? He felt so weak from the drugs. Soon, he felt the shirt be thrown somewhere else, leaving his ribs bare and it made him shiver. “D..dre..eaa..aaam..?” He felt a gloved finger being put over his mouth to quiet him. “Shhh.. it’s okay, Brother. I’ll take care of you, okay?”

 Nightmare could see the fainted outline of three other grown men behind his brother as well. The realization of what was happening finally hit him and soft, quiet tears started stream down his face. “P-plee…ea..as.e.” He couldn’t get his words out, his voice shaky and laced with fear and anxiety. Dream was his brother! They were always supposed to protect each other. So why wasn’t he doing that?

Dream tugged down Nightmare’s pants next, making Nightmare let out a weak cry. It wasn’t very loud due to how asleep his body felt but he made sure to try and get his fear out. Dream trapped him in a forced kiss, Nightmare trying to separate though Dream had a good grip on his face to keep him there. Was this really happening? It couldn’t have been. It was just a bad dream! It had to be..

Nightmare let out a whine as he felt two fingers rubbing roughly against his coccyx and sacrum, two of the most sensitive parts on his body. Nightmare couldn’t help but let out shaky moans and strained groans at the feeling of pleasure it brought his body. He was humiliated. His small breasts and tiny cunt summoned almost immediately with the rest of his soft, lilac ecto body. “D..don’t..” Nightmare cried gently, hoping to somehow persuade his twin.

 His begging was ignored as Dream easily turned him onto his stomach, his wet entrance on display for Dream and who he assumed was the men that dined with them at dinner earlier that night. He felt something hard against his pussy and the only answer for what it was made Nightmare breakdown into harsh cries and tears. His throat tightened and he felt his adrenaline rushing and all of his movement came back to him at once. “STOP IT!” He screamed through his tears, thrashing and moving to try and get away.

 Though, his efforts of getting away were in vain when he was shoved down into the mattress by strong hands. Human hands. One shoving his head into the bed, two others stationed to keep his hands from moving. Nightmare felt completely hopeless. Everything about the situation was hopeless.

 “Dream… please.. d-don’t..” He was begging him. He was so scared of penetration. He was a virgin. The villagers had touched him, sure. But they’d never even thought of doing something like this. But that was the thing. This wasn’t a villager. This was his brother. His twin. Someone he considered his protector.

 He let out a sharp cry as he felt Dream’s push his entire length inside of him carelessly. He didn’t even give Nightmare time to adjust, only thrusting his hips roughly into Nightmare’s tight entrance, his walls squeezing around his brother’s cock. Blood trailed down Nightmare’s leg, somewhat being used as a messed up sort of lubrication for the very little lubrication his own body had given him.

 There was no pleasure in any of this, only pain. He was in so much pain that his body was trying to black out. The sound of the bed creaking and the groans and moans that would sometimes leave his brother’s mouth was the only thing making Nightmare continue to realize this wasn’t a dream. This was happening.

 The thrusts grew faster in pace before Nightmare cried out at the feeling of his brother’s cum entering him. He didn’t want to get pregnant. “N-no.. please..” He sniffled, his body overworked with pain and fear at what would happen next. He didn’t dare meet his brother’s gaze.

 Though, he didn’t even have time to as he felt his brother re-enter for a second round, and probably many more, again.

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InkError Valentine’s Day Special

(NSFW, Voyuerism, Mutual Masturbation, Eye contact Kink)

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Glitchy!” Ink chirped happily, his upper body leaning on the big bean bag, hands outstretched in an animated way. Error, who had been knitting at the time, flinched, his ERROR signs taking hold of half his body. “Damnit, Ink!” Error growled, throwing down his knitting tools in anger and using his strings to tie Ink up to the ceiling. “What could you possible have to bother me with today? More of your horrible flute playing?”

Ink laughed softly as he looked at the glitch below. “Oh, c’mon, Error! Don’t play like a fool. Today’s the best day of the year!” Error deadpanned at him. He knew it wasn’t Christmas. “It’s Valentine’s Day!” Ink finally announced just as happily as before.

Oh. Valentine’s day. Ugh.. “Ink. Stupid, chaotic, hyperactive, Ink. What in creator’s name could you EVER have any reason whatsoever to participate in such a day? I thought that YOU of all people wouldn’t care for such a useless, gross day.” Ink nodded. All of that was true but Ink wanted to try something different. He’d known Error for a really long time! And he kind of wanted to try something with him.

“Well…. we’ve been friends for a pretty long time, right?” Ink asked. Error sighed and rolled his eyes before shrugging. “I wouldn’t consider us friends but.. sure, right, okay, fine. What does that have to do with me in particular?” Ink smiled, “I wanna do something nice for you. For both of us. We’ve been working on your touching and.. I’d like to try somethin’ new for today.”

Error was taken aback by such a thing. Something nice for them both? He couldn’t help the soft flush of yellow that brightened his cheeks. They had been working on his touching. So much so they’d been able to hold hands. What did Ink mean? He couldn’t help but sigh. The sincereness in Ink’s tone had gotten him injured more than once before but still.

“Fine. But if it involves anything with AUs, count me out.” Error growled, dropping Ink from the strings above and onto his beanbag. Ink chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I promise, it’s more about us than anything else.” Error sighed and nodded, “Right. Now… what is it?”

Ink smiled and held Error’s hand before suddenly leaning in and pressing their teeth together. Error’s eyes widened as he spasmed and glitched, Ink immediately pulling back. “Oh, shoot! M’ sorry! I didn’t know!” Error was glitching for a minute or so before he felt stunned. “W-why.. why did you..?” It didn’t help Error’s crush on Ink whatsoever either.

“Isn’t… Isn’t that what people do on this day..? I have a bunch of stuff planned and that was gonna be one of them, but I guess we can’t… I forgot about your haphephobia.” Error cursed himself out mentally. Damn his fear! “Like I’d really want to kiss your paint-tasting ass anyway.” Error scowled.

Ink only laughed at his useless insult and took off his scarf. Error had to keep himself from staring at the tiny bit of tattooed bone he could see. “Wait… why’re you taking it off? You never take that dirty rag off. Don’t tell me this also has something to do with today..” Error quickly got out, subconsciously scooting a few tiny inches away. “Huh? Oh! Yup, you’re correct!” Ink nodded, crawling over but not too close.

“Ya see... I’ve been doing a bit of thinking.” Ink looked at his hand, squinting only slightly as he cleared his throat. “Error,” Ink started making Error blink in a skeptical way. “We’ve been in our war of creation and destruction for a rather long time… and uh...” Ink had squinted rather hard, his eyes changing to those of two question marks, seemingly reading off of his palm. Error felt his bone-brows deepen in an annoyance. He couldn’t even speak for himself. Hell, Dream probably wrote that entire script on his palm for him.

“And.. through those… trials.. and trib…tribulations… we’ve gotten pretty close throughout our battles and our friendly times!” Ink’s face seemed to light up at that, like he was watching a movie on his palm, which he wasn’t. “And.. I’ve had some pretty new feelings happen to me over our encounters, good and bad. Though I am not that good with explaining myself nor why I do what I do… your presence makes me feel different than when I am with others- hey, that part’s true! Dream, your writing never seems to fail me..” He muttered quietly. So, Dream DID write it for him.

Though, Error still found himself intrigued by this stupid script that Ink was reading. It made him feel slightly fuzzy inside. What was Ink trying to say? He couldn’t help but hope it was leading down the path of what he thought it was. But he tried not to get his hopes up. Ink couldn’t feel after all, right?

“I.. I wanna feel more of those nice feelings. I know my lack of a soul makes this seem unbelievable and I wouldn’t blame you if you threw me out for such a claim of romance.” Error blushed deeply. Romance?! “But I know these butterflies I am feeling really aren’t lying and if you do feel the same, I’d like to give this a try!” He then put his hand down and smiled at Error, his excitement not being able to be misunderstood with anything else. “So? Did I do good? Please say yes!” He begged slightly.

Error could tell he was blushing. He could feel the intense heat on his face. Ink was joking. He had to be. No way in hell would Ink ever think of doing such a thing… Error could see he was taking a while to respond and huffed, adverting his eyes and nuzzling his head further into his deep, blue scarf. “Whatever, Squid. I guess I can say yes just this once. But don’t expect me to be all happy, buddy-buddy. Stupid, artistic idiot. You can’t even speak for yourself… why am I even saying yes?” Ink laughed softly, “Y’know, Glitchy? You say more than you need. But I guess that’s what makes you so interesting, huh?”

Error only rolled his eye lights, quietly saying how he pretty much didn’t have the time to put up with Ink’s whining. Ink’s smile only widened, “So.. since we can’t touch… I was thinking we kinda.. do it without touching.” It? “Er.. do what, exactly?” Ink laughed softly, “have sex, of course! We can’t touch each other cause of your weird touchy-feely problem so maybe we could just.. I dunno, watch each other at a close, non-touchable distance till your ready for actual touch? Surprise! Heh..heh?”

Error felt like crashing. ERROR screens filling his line of sight from how flustered he was. “I-Ink… that’s.. such a… it’s such a… I never thought you’d ever… Damnit, you know what I mean! I-I mean.. it’s.. it’s so out of the blue, y’know..?” Ink frowned. Was he going to say no? “But… ugh.. gosh, fine. Just stop your damn annoying puppy dog eyes.” Ink nodded happily. He wasn’t even doing any sort of eyes but he decided not to think on it.

“Well, first.. I guess we should get closer, right?” Ink’s words became softer, breathier. Sort of like a whisper. His leaning caused Error to lean his own body back till it hit the big, bean bag. Ink made sure to keep his hands stationed fairly far from Error’s waist, their faces inches apart and their bodies the exact same. “You… know how to touch yourself.. right?” Ink asked, his eyes holding a gentleness different from before.

Error grumbled, “Wh- Of course I know how to fucking… do that!” He refused to state it as something so indecent in his eyes. He summoned his body quickly, the ecto-flesh filling out his form rather well. The glow of his magic from his shorts appealing. Ink smiled at the sight. Stars, how he wished he could touch him. Ink did the same, a bulge perking at his shorts from just staring at Error.

Error adverted his eyes. “Don’t stare so hard, perv. Let’s just get this over with..” He wouldn’t admit how much he’d fantasized over something like this. Obviously, his fantasy had actual touching but this was the next, best thing! Error undressed himself slowly. First his scarf, then his jacket, then his sweater. His large, soft ecto-breasts were perky just like his nipples. His ecto was warm to the touch. Ink only wished he could feel it.

Error inhaled shakily as he slipped his pants off as well, showing the beautiful fade of blue to a soft yellow on his ecto’s complexion. Though, Ink’s eyes were more drawn to the fat, plump, pussy that’d formed. They were DEFINANTLY working on his haphephobia in the future. Ink pulled down his shorts just enough for his cock to spring out, erect and ready. He slipped his shirt off of his head, showing his tattooed, pearly white, bones. The tip dripped with pre-cum and Ink slipped his right glove off. “Ready when you are, Error..”

Error was a bit shocked at Ink’s size but swallowed down his anxieties, and with shaky fingers, started to rub at his throbbing clit. He’d never admit he barely masturbated and when he did, he always came quickly. So for this, he’d hold it in for as long as he could. For Ink.

Though, Ink seemed fine. His breaths never changed yet he had a steady grip on his member, pumping it at a soft pace to keep up with Error. The thing that really made Error shy, though, was the eye contact. Ink had never broken eye contact. He was afraid to ruin the mood by asking, but the more Ink stared, the more he wanted to hide himself.

“Don’t hide yourself… Eyes.. they’re the window to the soul, right? And if that’s true then I want a free way ticket straight into yours.” Ink said softly, seeing Error’s discomfort easily. Oh, so that’s why. Of course Ink would believe such a silly lie. Though, Error stared back, finally inserting two fingers into his dripping cunt, moving them deep yet steady inside of himself. Moans started to flow from him like magic, fighting with his nervous system as to not make himself close his eyes.

Ink’s breaths jagged only slightly and his eyelids softened, his strokes growing a bit faster as it got out of place with Error’s. He didn’t seem to care, though. Error’s moans and Ink’s soft pants filled the room. It was like they were actually touching the pleasure was that good. Error felt like he was on cloud nine, at least. His back arched and he kept himself from squeezing his legs together, a soft cry leaving him from the tension as he held back an orgasm.

Ink smiled. “I want you to cum with me, Glitchy… Did you know it’s actually my first time doin something like this? Just.. showing a part of myself like this in general. I was so excited to be able to do this with you..” He whispered to the other. The admit from Ink only worsened Error’s need. It made him feel special. Ink specifically picked him when he could’ve chosen Dream?

“It couldn’t have been anyone else but you, Error. I wouldn’t allow it..” Such words made Error let out a glitched, loud, pixelated cry. Tears softly streamed down his face as he came, ERROR signs filling up his sockets as he felt close to crashing completely. Ink blinked, looking down to his own erection to see he, himself, had came all over Error’s stomach and pussy. A bit taken away for a moment before he laughed. “Gosh! That was fun, huh, Error?” Though, he got no response.

Ink chuckled gently, raising to his knees as he looked to the passed out, crashed, skeleton. “Did I overdo it..? Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten him worked up like that… Oh well! He’ll wake up soon..” Though, when Ink looked at the crash time that said 2 days and 10 minutes, he chuckled nervously.

 “Mm.. he’ll wake up.. eventually.”

[ssneksnekk]

Hoe I believe in you :)

*heavybreathing*

[ssneksnekk]

UPDATE!

My anxiety brought me hEre.. so, i’ve decided to try and work on more than one project at once since.. i’m coming clean, I haven’t even started. I’m trying to figure out ships since I’m late to Valentines. So.. 

I am thinking 3?

InkError (Valentine’s Day)

DreamFell 

SciDust (A personal fan favorite.)

Hopefully i’ll be able to get these done :’)

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Crossmare Pining

(SFW)

Passive had a crush. A big one too. He didn’t know where it’d came from or how it’d formed but he knew he had some big, gross puppy love fever. And he hated it. Whenever he’d try to read, his attention would wander to someone else in the room and he’d find himself staring for as long as they were in the room. He’d freak out whenever they even talked to him about anything at all. Like right now.

“Boss!” Cross called out. He looked angry, distressed. Passive, who was Nightmare, flinched and looked up from his writing at his desk and to the monochromatic skeleton who’d just barged into his private space. “Cross, you know to knock before you enter. What’s so important you feel you need to intrude? Be lucky I feel generous today or I would’ve punished you harshly.” Passive had always kept his composure around Cross. They were close. Not close enough to be considered best friends but their king and knight relationship was one of a soft one. It’d broken down both their walls of solitude and they’d traded it out for each other’s warmth.

No, they weren’t dating. Something that Passive, sadly,  reminded himself every single night.

“Can you please, for the love of stars, tell Killer to stop stealing my things and stabbing them with that stupid knife of his? It’s really getting me on my last nerve and I’m on the verge of strangling him if he does it one more damn time!” Passive sighed softly. “Cross, don’t use that demanding tone of voice with me. I’ll see what I can do. Is that it? Because I really do enjoy my time by myself and it’s been interrupted by a loud outburst from the royal guard standing infront of me.” Cross frowned though sighed, his posture straight yet his shoulders relaxing. “I’m sorry, Boss. Can you just talk to him.. please? For me.” For me. He hated those words. The last time he did something like for someone who said those words, he got nothing but hurt. Though, he swallowed down all of his anxieties and turned his eyes back to his book. “Cross, I already said I’ll see what I can do. Now leave.”

And Passive had sorted it out too. He made sure to get a lock on Cross’ door for him. Though Killer could always easily get inside if he wanted to, it’d be better then Cross not knowing in general. So.. guess it was back to watching him from afar as always. Grabbing a book to shove his face into and pretend to read, he made his way out of his room and down the stairs of his mansion, into the main living room where his gang were being idiots. He had no idea what they were doing this time. Arm wrestling? Sparring where they’re not supposed to? Chugging something inedible? He had no idea but he could see Cross participating from the corner of his eyes.

So it was sparring.

He watched as Cross easily defended himself against Killer, Horror and Dust’s wrath. His movements swift and graceful as he dodged every incoming attack and was able to immobile the three of them everytime he got a chance. Passive admired that. He admired how strong he was. He loved seeing him during battle. The way he restrained them. The way blood looked amazing on his white jacket and black sweater. The fierce look of concentration in his eye. It made Passive weak at the knees as he squeezed his legs together in a horny anxiousness. He stopped himself from even daring to touch himself by clutching the corners of his book tighter.

“Boss?” Killer said to him out of confusion. It snapped Passive out of his perverted daydreaming and he flinched, looking to Killer with a monotonous look yet a flushed face of purple. “Yes, Killer?” Killer raised a bone-brow. “You’re uh.. about to rip the pages of your book out.” He wouldn’t mention how he was turning a shade of purple just yet. Passive frowned. Looking to the claw marks in his book, he held in a groan. “Right. My apologies. I must be feeling under the weather from all of this positivity. I’ll be in my throne room.”

Passive didn’t even give them a chance to call out to him before he was walking down the long corridors of his mansion. He’d memorized this place from top to bottom but for some reason, he seemed lost. He kept walking into rooms that were either not his or were storage rooms. He was pretty sure he’d walked into Cross’ room three times already.

He had a crush on Cross. He’d tried to neglect the growing feelings, he’d tried to talk himself out of it, he’d even tried to find everything bad about Cross and grow on those feelings instead. But he couldn’t. It was like an endless loophole of pining with no end. But Passive gave no efforts to try and get rid of his unreachable desires for the love and warmth of the other’s arms and beat of his soul.

Getting to his room, he shut the door behind him and sighed. Passive’s body slowly fell to the floor with his head in his hands. Oh, Cross, you faithful, loyal, soldier.. what had you done to him? Nightmare remembered a time where he didn’t need to rely on anyone. And he still didn’t! He just… He just wanted someone to stand by him. Someone that’d stay till the very end without even glancing at Dream for longer than a second. Though, he knew he couldn’t get that from the guard. He couldn’t get that from any of his men. All he got was fear.

 And he was alright with that..

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AfterDeath BlowJob

(NSFW, Handjob, Blowjob, Slight Face fuck)

Geno sighed as he looked around his Save file. Feathers. Feathers, everywhere. And he knew exactly where it was coming from. “Reaper?” He called out for his birdy boyfriend. He was somewhere in this place. Somehow, overtime, this place had seemed more homie than it did lonely. Reaper would sometimes bring him things. Souvenirs. It was things Reaper had collected over his years of reaping others.

 Just follow the feather trail. Reaper’s wings were always shedding, which was gross on its own, but he always left behind his feathers everywhere. “Reaps? I know you’re here.” Geno sighed. Where was he? “Geno?” A soft, mysterious voice called out. It slightly had a whispering echo. Geno turned his head with a soft smile. Finally. He looked to his boyfriend. The Reaper dressed in all black with that hood on his head and those big, soft, fluffy wings he loved so much. “There you are. I was looking for you. You’ve been tracking your dirty feathers all through my save screen.” Reaper chuckled quietly. Geno couldn’t help but blush at it. “Sorry, G… Just got excited about your arrival. Besides, it’s not that bad. You should be glad to have a tiny souvenir of me.”

 Geno rolled his eyes. “Yeah. A souvenir. Not souvenirs. Everytime you leave, you leave ME to clean up YOUR messes. It’s getting on my nerves and it’s giving me allergies.” Reaper’s cocky smile only widened. “Oh? So, my feathers give you allergies? So you weren’t jerking off while you had a handful of my feathers to your face a few nights ago? You were really going at it. I kind of wanted to help you out there.”

 Geno stuttered and his face turned a maroon red. “W-wh?! H-how did you- I didn’t!” He couldn’t even get his words out before he groaned and pulled his hood onto his head. Reaper let out a soft laugh, floating over as he normally did and pulling it down. “Don’t be so embarrassed, G... I find it cute, actually. You love me that much, Geno?” He let his hand linger and cup his cheek. A smile of cockiness shown on his face. Geno rolled his eye and tried to take his hand away. “Yeah, yeah, tease me all you want. I was alone and... I was-“ Reaper’s smile widened. “You were horny?” Geno adverted his eye and nodded slightly.

 Reaper was glad he admitted it. “Oh? Really, now? Geno, such an uptight, cold, loner who seems to be very harsh with outsiders and hates change, was touching himself to the image of me? The Grim Reaper? Wow. That’s hard to believe. But not that hard.” Geno hated how Reaper was teasing him. “Shut up! I’m a guy, okay? I have… I get- I.. I have urges too. Just like everyone else.” He crossed his arms. Reaper seemed to like teasing him. “Oh? You seem to have those urges a lot then. It’s like..” His ghostly touched trailed to Geno’s shoulders, down his arms and to his chest. “I can always see you touching yourself everytime I leave then, hm?”

 Reaper slowly took of Geno’s jacket with that same mischievous smirk. “Do you just like how I smell? Or is it more than that? Are you just some gross pervert? I bet the thought of one day… just dying from either your determination failing you and this save screen leaving or my death touch killing you turns you on everytime, huh? So much you can’t help but feel yourself get aroused.” Geno couldn’t help but feel his magic spark up from Reaper’s words. He didn’t even notice Reaper was on his knees, both of his cold hands on Geno’s waist. “Don’t worry, G… I can give you exactly what you want.” Geno flinched at the hand in his pants. He didn’t even realize he’d summoned his ecto-body. Reaper’s hand pulled down his pants just enough to let the large cock spring out, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum.

 “I expected you to be turned on, though, not this much. You’re a sick pervert, aren’t you, G?” Reaper asked. Geno rolled his eye. “A-are you going to help me or not?” Reaper snorted softly. “Sorry, sorry, just kind of excited.” Reaper? Excited? He never thought he’d hear that word out of his mouth. Reaper never seemed excited. Usually just monotonously amused from time to time so this excited Geno as well.

 Reaper wrapped one of his hands around the shaft, starting to pump his cock slowly. He watched as the pre-cum fell with a slight interest. The mound was warm against Reaper’s cold hand. “Gosh, G. I’ve barely touched you and you already seem to be enjoying it.” He smiled, seeing how cute Geno looked. Geno’s fists were clenched, trying to keep his posture straight with his eyes closed, obviously fighting back from looking down at Reaper. He knew that if he looked down at Reaper’s cute face, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.

 Though, his cock spoke for himself. It throbbed and twitched, begging for Reaper’s attention. Reaper gladly did, too. He let his long, slender tongue roll out of his mouth and wrap around Geno’s dick, slowly taking the head into his mouth.  Geno let out a soft moan as he felt Reaper start to gently bob his head. He held back from putting his hands on Reaper’s head. They’d never really did oral, and when they did, Geno had always gotten weirded out by the warm, wet feeling of something around his dick. But this time? Oh, fuck, it felt amazing.

 Geno subconsciously let his hands ghost over Reaper’s head before pushing him further onto his shaft. Reaper grunted softly at the sudden large length being forced into his mouth, but he took it like a champ. He made sure to take as much as he possibly could. His hands started to stroke the rest that he couldn’t fit into his mouth. Geno moaned shakily. “Gosh… Reaper, fuck.” Reaper loved how adorable Geno sounded. Though, before he could think about how nice Geno sounded, a warm, sticky load was shot into his mouth. It didn’t taste half bad.

 Reaper struggled to swallow how much it was, swallowing as much as he could, he panted gently. “You taste sweet, G..” Geno face was a bright hue of maroon and he rolled his eye. “W-whatever… Thanks for.. that.” Reaper stood up slowly, “You’re acting like we’re finished.” Geno blinked, “What do you mean? I-“ Reaper’s robe dropped off his shoulders and to the floor, revealing his ecto-body. His plump, pussy lips dripping with lust.

 “Geno, we’ve only just started.~”

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KillerInkmare Edging

(Mild Daddy Kink, Edging, orgasm denial, Slight dacryphilia)

Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a moaning mess, riding his lover, Killer, into the mattress. Moan after moan spewing out of his mouth, most of them incoherent. His large chest pressed against Killer’s ribcage and his sharp phalanges digging into Killer’s shoulders as a way of support to the third orgasm he was being wrecked upon.

Before, sex used to be fine. Hell, it used to be more than fine! It used to be amazing! Nightmare a

But, then again, that was back then. And this was now. Sure, sex was still as amazing as it used to be, but something was always making noise at the side of his hearing.

 Scribble, scribble… Scribble, scribble…

 Nightmare’s eye twitched as he heard the obnoxiously loud scribbling to the right of him. “Ink.. if you’re going to draw during the middle of what me and Killer are doing, could you at the most, keep it down?” Ink stopped his sketching and looked to Nightmare with his stupid smile and differently shaped eyelights and shrugged. “Now, c’mon. I don’t think that’s too fair. You’re the ones who decided to bone while I was drawing! Besides, I haven’t made snarky comments for two hours now.”

 Nightmare growled. “Yes, but everytime I feel myself coming to an orgasm, I get thrown off because I can hear you scraping that same fucking pencil on the same piece of paper you’ve been writing on for the last two hours!”

 Killer sighed. Well, fuck. Nightmare knew that sigh from anywhere. He could feel the male inside of him go soft and he frowned. “Lost the mood..?” Nightmare asked Killer, looking to him with disappointment. Killer nodded, giving him a sweet kiss before de-summoning his body. “Yep.. I’ll.. go take a shower.” Nightmare watched as his lover left to go get himself clean, leaving the edged, sweaty, horny, skeleton alone with no pleasure and no orgasm. Again.  

 Ink’s small snort rang out through the quiet room. “Awkward…” He said softly. Nightmare growled, head turning to look at him with an annoyed rage. Cockblocked yet again by a fucking squid. “Shut your fucking mouth. I’m sick of hearing your mouth.” Ink shrugged, staying quiet as that same scribbling filled up the room.

 Scribble, scribble… Scribble, scribble…

 “And stop, for the love of stars, stop with the fucking pencil. I’m not in the mood for this right now. Get out of my fucking room and leave... I’m tired.” Nightmare threw back on the discarded lace nightgown on the floor that was supposed to have been there since morning…

 Ink sighed. “Fiiiiiineeeee… you know I’ll be back tomorrow, right?” Nightmare didn’t answer, only flipping Ink the bird before letting it flop back to his side. Why did he allow Ink in their relationship again? He was sure it’d been just a fever dream till he’d walked in on Killer and Ink making out one day and remembered that ‘oh yeah, I’ve got two boyfriends now.’

 It’d only happened because of Nightmare’s loving relationship with Killer but Killer’s weird, hate-love, crush on Ink. He thought Killer would’ve been over it and it was just a phase but when Killer told him he was literally in love with him, Nightmare had decided to help him, and he’d ended up catching feelings for the squid as well.

 Though Ink didn’t have a soul, he was somewhat able of reciprocating by saying he felt artificially happy around the two of them and… that’s how it happened. Surely Nightmare knew he didn’t think about the future when doing that but that’s just how the cookie crumbles. Though, he was happy, Killer was happy, Ink was… happy? And they’d all consented so even if he could make Nightmare want to make him die a slow painful death then revive him repeatedly just to do it as many times as he wished, he couldn’t lie. He loved him. Both of them.

 Nightmare sighed. “Y’know… on second thought. Stay.” He reached his arm from under the cover, gripping onto Ink’s sleeve. Ink flinched, dropping his pencil. “Huh?” He asked stupidly. Nightmare’s face flushed a soft cyan, tugging a bit more before Ink seemed to understand the message.

 “Whatever ya say!” Ink went ahead and got back in the bed which he was glad for. It was comfy from the mattress to the comforter set.

 Scribble, scribble…Scribble, scrib-

 Ink then felt two arms wrap around him and pull him close. Nightmare had huddled his way under Ink’s shoulder, his head lying on his chest. He slowly grabbed the notebook from his hands and threw it in the corner of the room, the pencil not long after. “Please, just hold me…for once you.”

 Ink blinked though he didn’t say anything as he soon obliged. Holding Nightmare close, he rubbed small circles into his back, closing his eyes to listen to the other’s breathing. Ink made sure to give him the affection he knew how. Nightmare appreciated this, though his body still craved for something more. He just hoped Ink could realize it and he wouldn’t have to tell him.

 But, after an hour or two, he realized that Ink wasn’t even going to try and make a move, so he made it for him. Grabbing Ink’s wrists, he guided his hands to his newly formed ecto-breasts to squeeze, hoping that’d persuade him. He knew Ink, oddly, like his chest area more than any other part on him. Ink had always called them ‘squishy’ in a way which was more humorous than it was arousing but he expected nothing more from him.

 Nightmare spread his body out on the bed, allowing Ink to sit up for better access. Ink’s small yet skillful hands squeezed and pinched Nightmare’s nipples. Everytime he pinched; Nightmare felt his body flinch before a moan escaped his throat. “You’ve always been sensitive here, huh?” Ink said softly, voice going down to a whisper as his pulled on Nightmare’s perky, hard nipples easily. Nightmare gasped, tears forming at his eyes. He couldn’t even find the words to answer him, to caught up in the tangled pleasure.

 Nightmare felt he could cum just from this. When Ink leaned over and bit down one of his breasts, his hands grabbed handfuls of the sheets, his body arching upwards and a stray tear rolled down his cheek. “Fuck… Ink..” He groaned softly. Ink let his hands carry down farther with a slow temptation. He crept past the clit, his fingers gliding over the entrance before pulling away and going back to his sides to repeat. Nightmare frowned at that. Why’d he stop? He had already been rejected of his orgasm once... now no pleasure?”

 “Wow, you couldn’t even wait for me to be finished?” Another voice chimed in. Ink and Nightmare looked to their third member of their relationship: Killer. His ribcage still a bit wet from humidity, smelling like fresh lavender from the soap he’d only recently used. He’d at least bothered to put pants on. He crawled onto the bed, sitting comfortably as he looked down at Nightmare. “I never thought I’d see the squid doin’ this to you. Did you threaten him?”

 Ink laughed before continuing his skillful work. “Somewhat.” He leaned forward, taking one of his nipples into his mouth. He sucked hard, his other hands occupied with his left breast and his clit. Nightmare felt himself teetering over the edge again. The pleasure building up quickly with each lick and bite on his sensitive nipple, each hard rub pressed into his clit, and the embarrassment of being watched by another person.

 When he felt Ink pull away again, he groaned. Why was he doing this to him?! Killer let out a soft chuckle at his behavior. “You seem a bit pent up, Little Moon. Ink ain’t being fair with ya?” Nightmare’s face coated a bright cyan at Killer’s words. Why was he being treated like a kid now? All Nightmare did was nod, hoping his other lover would at least be kinder with him and let him cum.

 Boy, was he wrong. Instead of switching with Ink, they just worked together. Killer had Nightmare on his lap, Nightmare’s back to Killer’s chest with his legs spread open for Ink’s accessibility. Nightmare let out a soft, shaky moan as he felt Ink’s tongue glide over his clit, his hands keeping Nightmare’s legs spread so he couldn’t get himself to edge from friction. He let his tongue slip inside of Nightmare, swirling around and lapping up the wetness. Nightmare couldn’t even put a hand on his mouth to muffle the lewd noises leaving him.

 When he felt himself coming close once again, Ink pulled his tongue away. He instead licked up from his clit to his chest to play with his hard nipples once again. Nightmare couldn’t take any more of this! It was becoming to much for him! “Ink.. fuck, Ink, please!” Ink stopped his sucking, letting his mouth leave the bruises tit and he looked to Nightmare. “Please, what?” Nightmare could feel Ink’s fingers tracing over his tight entrance and he felt a tear swell at the corner of his eye. Don’t make him say it, please.

 Killer’s cocky smirk widened. “Whaddya want, Little Moon, hm? All you gotta do is say it and we’ll give you what you want.” Nightmare growled. “I..I hate you.. I hate you both so much...” He sobbed softly. No way in hell he’d say that. He couldn’t… “Say it and I’ll give you exactly what you want.” Ink promised. Nightmare really hoped Ink keep up to his word this time. “Please…Please, daddy.” Ink smirked and Killer’s smile widened. Killer tilted Nightmare’s chin to look at him. “Aren’t you an obedient little slut.” He trapped Nightmare in a tongue-tangled kiss.

 Nightmare moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of three fingers being inserted inside of him. Along with how Ink’s tongue sucked on his clit. His walls throbbed as Ink added a fourth just as quickly, egging Nightmare on to orgasm. His orgasm was growing close too. Killer’s dominant kiss along with Ink’s fingers and tongue easily getting him to the edge. Though… that intense pleasure soon went away and Nightmare felt like he was going to scream in anger.  “Calm down, Little Moon…” Killer calmly re-assured him. Nightmare was about to object before he felt two hard cocks pressed against his wet, pussy lips. Ink chuckled softly,

 “We’ll give you what you want.”

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One-Sided Killermare from a different perspective

(SFW)

“So…” Killer said, looking around the HQ with an awkward intrigue. Dream flinched at his sudden voice and looked to his side, where Killer was sitting. Killer had… hesitantly agreed to join the Stars. Dream had never thought that this guy, Nightmare’s most loyal dog, someone he knew he’d taken a liking too, would join HIS team. Dream didn’t know if he should be excited or not. 

 What if it was a trick? What if he killed him right here and called Nightmare while he watched his dead body drain of life? Dream knew his anxiety and paranoia was getting the best of him. He just didn’t want to accept Killer wanted to change. Didn’t Killer have some kind of weird crush on Nightmare anyway? That just made it even more awkward! 

He’d always seen Killer protecting his brother on the battlefield more than his actual team. He could see Killer probably always staring straight at Nightmare. Though his brother showed no sort of romantic or friendly interest in him, Killer didn’t care whatsoever. He just kept trying to get something out of his reach.

“Uh… yes?” Dream responded. He kept his smile calm, posture straight and aura bright. Though, it didn’t seem to have an effect on Killer. Weird. Killer rubbed the back of his neck and looked around. “Nice place ya got here.” It’d been at least two hours and that was the only thing he had to say? At least he was trying. “Ah, thank you. Ink, Blue, and I made it ourselves. Well.. mostly Ink but me and Blue did try and help out quite a bit.” At least the elephant in the room had left them alone. For now.

Dream really wanted to ask why killer switched sides in the first place! It didn’t make sense to him at all! “I can read that look on your face.” Dream flinched at Killer’s sudden words. “Wh..what?” Killer let out an amused huff, one leg crossed over the other. His narrowed eyesockets stared deep into Dream’s soul. “You’re probably asking yourself... ‘why would Killer, Nightmare’s loyal dog, EVER think to join my team,’ right?” Dream was scared now. A lot more scared than he thought he should’ve been. 

Killer wasn’t done just yet. “I’ll put it simple to a dumbass like you: For fun.” Dream blinked. “Excuse me..?” Killer knew he’d get that kind of reaction and it was perfectly appropriate. “Yep. That’s all it is. For fun. I’ve got no other reason, y’know. I’d never join some goody-two-shoes like you ever. I’m a dog, through and through. But, uh.. just not for you. I don’t want to be saved.. or ‘fixed,’ or whatever weird things you say these days. I just want to see what it’s like but I’m sure I’ll be gone in under a week.”

Oh. He guessed that made sense. Why would Killer ever join him? He was stupid, huh? Thinking gullibly like he always did and getting his hopes up for something that wasn’t going to happen. “I see… so, you’re that loyal to my brother?” Killer nodded. “Of course I am. I love him after all.” 

Love. He never thought he’d hear that word coming out of Killer’s mouth. Especially not when talking about his brother, specifically. Hell, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Yeah, Nightmare probably found someone who’d stay loyal to him till the end but that also meant another person to hold him back from a truce if Killer loved him the way he was! “O-Oh... that’s..” He couldn’t even find words for it.

What would you even say to something like that? Congratulations? Of course not! So he just averted his eyes and rubbed the back of his neck, letting out the most awkward sound he could ever do..

“E-eheheheh...”