#lee!nightmare

[oddslimee1]

Just a Little... Fun!

Lee: Nightmare!Sans

Ler: Killer!Sans

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It was night where Nightmare’s castle was. Horror and Dust were out on a mission that Nightmare sent them on, and Killer was sitting on the couch in the living room. He was eating some peanuts and was looking out the window. It was very peaceful for the skeleton (shocking for him I know). Though this peacefulness was ended quickly. Killer wanted to do something… fun. He got up from the couch and started to walk to Nightmare’s office, which was on the second floor of the castle.

He got to the office in a few moments and knocked on the door. Killer heard a gruff noise and assumed that he could come in. He opened the door and saw that Nightmare was sitting at his desk with a book in his hand.

“What do you want, Killer?” asked Nightmare, not taking his eyes off of his book.

“I just want to have some… fun,” said Killer. That’s when Nightmare looked at him in a confused manner.

“What do you mean by ‘fun’? You can do anything that you want in the castle that doesn’t go against the rules,” asked Nightmare. He noticed how Killer got closer to him, but then it dawned on him. Nightmare’s eyes widened as he quickly got up from his desk.

“Do not, Killer, I’m warning you!” Killer just smiled as Nightmare’s tentacles shot at him. He dodged them and pounced onto the other skeleton. Nightmare let out a surprised yelp before falling to the floor. His tentacles were flying everywhere which caused for things to be knocked over, but Killer didn’t care. He had his eyes on the prize, and this prize, well… it was Nightmare’s laughter of course!

Nightmare yelped as Killer dug ten fingers into his boss’s sides. He skittered his fingers up and down, just like how a spider would crawl around. Nightmare bit down on his lip, trying not to laugh. It was working… for the most part. A little muffled giggle would occasionally come out of his mouth, but other than that, he was holding off pretty well. That was, until, Killer flipped him around so that he was on his stomach. Nightmare knew what he was going to do, it was blandly obvious.

“K-Killer, you do this and I swear that I will-“ “You will what, boss, kill me? I don’t think that’ll work when you won’t even be able to move your body,” Killer cut him off before scribbling his fingers all over his lower back. Nightmare instantly bursted out in cackles, and he tried to push killer off of him, but it didn’t work. He couldn’t do anything in this position, it made him feel so weak, so… powerless…

Killer continued to tickle Nightmare shitless, earring an occasional squeak and/or squeal from his boss, which was unlike him, very unlike him.

“KIHIHILLEHER NOHOHAHAHA!” Nightmare laughed. Killer had started to tickle his tentacles, which caused Nightmare’s laughter to go full ballistic

“STOHOHOHAP!”

“Nah, I’m good, I think Imma keep going for a bit longer,” Killer said with a smirk (Nightmare could not see said smirk, but he was for sure that Killer was actually trying not to laugh at him). Nightmare would’ve groaned if he wasn’t laughing his ass off.

Killer hit a particularly bad spot on one of Nightmare’s tentacles, and it caused him to full on scream with laughter.

“OHOKAHAY OHOKAHAY I GIHIVE I GIHIVE I GIHIVE!!” Nightmare said through his laughter. Killer saw this as his time to stop, and so he did. When he stopped, Nightmare was panting and twitching like crazy. When he finally got his composure, Killer got off of him.

“You good boss—“ Killer cut himself off when he saw that Nightmare had fallen asleep. He smiled at his boss, and decided that he should let him get some rest.

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AND THAT’S A WRAP!!!

Hi y’all, I really hope you enjoyed this fic. This is a bit of a birthday special of mine (my birthday was yesterday), and I tried to finish it last night but I fell asleep 😅😅😅. My friend introduced me to Undertale and the Underverse and I loved it! My favorite characters by far are dream and nightmare, but I like all of the charactees equally. Again, I really hope you enjoyed this fic, so have a good day/night!!!

[cinedy]

I wrote

Silly thing

It's implied fluff Killermare, ik they don't make sense but this is fanon and I like happy tropes this is my interpretation of them pls don't kill me

Ler!Killer and Lee!Nightmare. Killer is just bored and mischievous, trying to get Nightmare to relax for a moment. He's writing a novel and is in an artistic trance where you just write and write and ignore every basic need. I didn't rlly write that directly but that's the idea >_<

@badsansandstarsansticklestuff you're a certified Lee!Nightmare lover it'd be a crime not to @ you

His office door was locked, but that didn't spot Killer from entering the room. He had mastered each secret path throughout the castle, as well as keeping himself balanced on the roof like a cat. A light breeze blew through the now open window, and his heels clicked against the floor as he jumped down.

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The setting was peaceful. Warm candles lit up the king's room, the orange tint falling onto the old paper under his feather pen. His tentacles retracted, his single teal eye glowing in the dark and adding another layer of light on top of the paper. Nightmare was in the zone, writing yet another chapter for one of his many novels.

"You could've knocked," Nightmare said sternly, pausing the process of writing.

"You wouldn't have let me in," the sly assassin walked over to Nightmare's desk, leaning with his elbow against it.

"I wonder why..." the king rolled his eyes, fidgeting with the feather pen in his hand. It was swiftly stolen by his right hand man, leaving Nightmare a little baffled.

"You've been locked up here for hours..." Killer said softly, an obvious tone of taunt present in his voice. The red glow of his soul added a bit of spice onto the warm and cozy atmosphere. "It's soooo lonely without you!" He said, gently tracing the stolen feather pen under Nightmare's chin.

It made the king flush involuntarily, and he turned his head to the left. It left him blind to whatever Killer was doing, since the right side of his face was demolished into an unrecognizable state. The team of assassins Nightmare had gathered was long used to it, especially Killer. Taking advantage of his vulnerability, he traced the feathered pen down his neck. That made the king have a bigger reaction, letting out a stiffled gasp and flinching away.

"...what are you doing.."

Killer grinned like the maniac he is, and put the feather down. "Me? Testing the waters a little, nothing bad!"

"...you're testing my nerves right now," Night glared at him. He meant that in a way that Killer was testing his patience, but technically he was testing his nerve endings.

"I am indeed, you don't mind a bit more testing do you?" He teased the dangerous figure in front of him, gently scratching with his nails on his neck. It's when his wrist was grabbed tightly, with Nightmare's claws digging into the bone. Unfortunately the king's hands had grown to be delicate and fragile, since his henchmen were the ones doing all of the dirty work. Killer swiftly twisted his wrist out of the hold, and intertwined his rougher fingers with Nightmare's. He was rewarded with a hostile glare.

"Come on, Moonshine, won't you relax for once? It's just you, me, and the crows nestling in the trees..." his other hand moved forward, and gently tickled down from his chin and over his throat.

At this point if Nightmare really did mean to stop Killer from messing with him, he would have unleashed his tentacles. But he remained vulnerable for him, letting his body react to the tender touch to Killer's amusement. He shivered and scrunched his neck up, holding back a smile behind his bitten down lip. "You're disgusting..."

"Aren't I?" He got a little closer to Nightmare, his claw like nails gently scraping down on his free arm. It's such an odd spot, but with the way Killer had sneakily set the mood to this intimate yet wholesome setting, Nightmare seemed to be sensitive to every single thing that was done to his body. He rolled his shoulders back, trying to avoid any more teasing out of instinct.

"Look at you, quietly taking it all... you have nothing to say to me? Not a single frustrated attempt to kick me out of here?" His dumb grin widened as he continued to rile Night up, his fingers scribbling on the inside of his elbow. Nightmare audibly gasped once again, folding his arm to protect the odd spot. It unfortunately exposed his side, and Killer didn't hesitate to start tickling it. "Bad, bad moves, Moonymare!"

This time the Guardian of Negativity had no time to bite back his laugh, and he let out soft giggles. They remained menacing at first, but the rougher Killer went on him the less control he had over his actions. He hugged himself and folded in half, not letting Killer through.

"Ah ah ah, not doing that!" He went straight for his neck once the original spot was protected, and it made Nightmare squirm around. Disoriented, he pushed on Killer and laughed. While in that state, Killer snuck onto his lap and scooped his hands under his arms.

"Cease this barbaric behavior this instaaahahahaant!" Nightmare wasn't sure how all of this happened. All he knew is that Killer had him hostage in his own chair, with his fingers prodding up his armpits. His laughter went up an octave, and he put his head onto his shoulder in defeat, only hoping to hide his face.

"You can hide all you want, but I just know you got that big dorky grin on your face now!" He squeezed his sides, and Nightmare went limp like a doll. He weakly held onto the collar of Killer's shirt, tugging on it as he giggled.

"Alright, alright.." the tickles stopped, and the quickly exhausted king was enveloped in a soft hug. He panted softly as his hair was pet by Killer's warm hands, knowing that his right hand man will never let him live this down.

"I swear I'll execute you... if you do this again... right on the spot..."

Killer laughed as Nightmare grumbled his threat. "Sure Moon, sure."

[bigfatbreak]

Is chole name already "owned"?

yup! but Zoe genuinely sees her as a sister, so she never orders Chloe to do anything she wouldn't do already.

[poh4k03e]

did u guys know my favorite trope ever is sibling bonds. did you. did you now. now you do. oh did y

bonus

[audible301]

Kristen’s plan to build a following based off people shipping gods is actually a really good call because I too would follow these lesbians based solely on how perfect they are for each other. I mean look at them

Of course Craig went viral for that

[isatohlee]

I had way too much fun with this :]

Sebastian and horror design are by @pepurroni on twt

[filmgifs]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992) dir. David Lynch Nightmare Alley (1947) dir. Edmund Goulding

[mizukamiyaseiryu]

hearts from murim dudes (ft. two silla men) pt.1 (?)

(will i ever finish part 2? who knows...)

[horrorrelm]

Hello Kitty Horror Movie Characters!🔪🩸💕

[emptyjunior]

Ankarna when she forgets to grab her gf a sweet treat at the store and comes home to nightmare king like this: 😧

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My piece from To Be Belief: A Gods of Spyre zine, part of the D20 zine bundle, all proceeds go to humanitarian aid for Gaza🍉

[dvrktvnnel]

thirsty ~ bang chan

genre— horror/smut {MDNI!!!}

pairing— vampire!Bang Chan x reader

word count— 2.2k

warnings— blood, gore, very suggestive, choking/gagging, fingering (fem receiving), sucking, blood play/kink, chasing, no protection(wrap it up yall !)

summary— railway inspired fic mwehehehehe

“Thank you for coming,” you said. “I know its not easy to come on such short notice and we’re pretty isolated put here.”

“Ah, it was a rough ride,” Chan answered. “But the train never sleeps.”

You opened the door to let him in, his sleek black coat and leather bag of equipment made him look like a mad scientist. His odd colored eyes completed the look. It suited him well, since he was here to help you study vampires and werewolves. Word of mouth was he knew his shit. If that were the case, then he should be able to help you with a cure.

He walked with you through the corridor. You couldn’t help but notice, and it was so strange, how the other vampires would reach out to him like a savior. With everyone else who’d been here, they were gnashing their fangs and waving their claws at them.

“They must really hate me,” he chuckled meeting your gaze.

“Must, or they think you’re here to save them.”

He shot you a cold look before quickly hiding it behind a cold smile.

“That would be insane.”

You should have doubted him more. It only took a second. You led him to the room filled with vampire blood, hanging from iv racks. He set his bag down roughly, one of his sharp tool pierced a bag. Blood spewed from the tear, and he snapped.

He wasn’t who you thought he was, no, he wasn’t what you thought he was. No vampire would act like that. The way he tore through the guard you called when he shoved the blood bag against his lips was animalistic. He was like a wolf devouring prey.

A hybrid.

You managed to knock him out from behind, running out of the cell and locking it behind you. You stayed and watched him for a while.

He was asleep right now. God was he beautiful, but the blood staining his clothes was eerie. You shivered at the thought of what he’d done to people. What he could do to you.

What he will do to you.

You stood outside the cell he was in. Blood bags hung around him, IVs dripping steadily onto the floor. The sheets were soaked red. Your eyes traveled up his body, taking in every detail of his flawless skin. his veiny arms, his broad chest, his plump lips, his odd eyes staring coldly into your soul. Your blood ran cold, and he twitched.

He didn’t say a word when he got up, thrashing around the room like a wild animal. His eyes were wide with fear, confusion, hunger.

He grabbed one of the blood bags off the pole, biting into it and moaning as he sucked it dry.

You swallowed hard as you watched him. His eyes locked onto yours and he stumbled forward. It was like tunnel vision; all he saw was you.

and God did you look so fucking delicious to him.

You should have turned around; you should have told someone he was awake. But no, you were in a trance. He reached his hand through the bar and stroked your neck with his bloody fingers.

“You look so delicate,” he whispered.

You shivered at his icy touch, the cold burning past your skin. He leaned in closer, his cheek rubbing on the steel bars. You could see the smoke swirling in the air as it burned him, contrasting the cold air his breath blew against your ear.

“Let me taste you,” he whispered again. “I’ve heard so much about you, I want you t be mine.”

You snapped back into reality, and you pushed yourself away. Your eyes refocused, you didn’t even notice they had gone blurry. You took a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“What the hell are you?” you asked.

He laughed darkly, watching you through hooded eyes.

“I bet you scream so pretty,” he said, his voice almost sounding whiny.

He stuck his tongue out, dragging it up the bar that you touched.

You shouldn’t have reacted that way.

You turned around to leave when you heard it. The sound of metal scraping, screeching and bending in ways it shouldn’t be capable of. You whipped around and saw him pulling the bars apart, smiling maniacally.

You didn’t wait any longer, you ran as fast as you could down the hall. You told every guard you passed that he was awake and escaping.

You could hear him coming. The sound of flesh tearing and blood spilling, his growls as he thrust his claws into their necks. Their screams.

You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t resist. You saw him lift a guard with one hand before slamming him into the ground.

He wasn’t struggling. No, he was playing, he loved the chase, he loved it so much. He didn’t want to catch you yet; he wanted to catch you when you were out of breath with your clothes torn and your hair a mess.

So, he let you run and hide.

You reached the door you had come through, but it didn’t respond to your keycard.

“Fuck!” you shouted under your breath.

You don’t know how he did it, but the power was out. The lights flickered before going off, and the cell chamber went on lockdown. You were trapped.

In a second Chan was right behind you, his claws digging into your side and drawing blood. You screamed in shock, trying to break free.

“More please,” he whispered in your ear with a sadistic smile.

You gasped as he dug his fingers in deeper just before throwing you aside. You clutched your wound and got up, running away from him.

He had let the other vampires out, and they slaughtered the rest of the guards. One of them grabbed your arm, but before it could do anything Chan gashed its throat.

“It’ll be safe when its just you and me,” he said.

You scrambled back to your feet and ran again. It was still late at night, the sun wouldnt rise for hours. You managed to find a closet to hide in, the sounds you heard would haunt your nightmares for years. That was if you even made it out alive.

It took all your strength to stay awake, and after a while the sounds stopped. A dead silence hung in the air with the stench of blood. Slowly, carefully, you opened the door. The heavy metal scraped against the cold stone floor and echoed through the halls.

In the center of the corridor, you saw him. He was sitting atop a throne of bodies, his head resting on the back of his hand like a king. His eyes were locked on you, he knew you were there the whole night.

With a burst of adrenaline, you made a run for it. The sun had just started to rise, you could make it outside and then you’d be safe.

He let you run.

You ran down the corridor, passing the bodies left to decorate his new lair. You slipped in a pool of blood, falling onto the unforgiving ground. You felt your ankle roll and heard it pop, the blood you fell in spattering against the walls.

He was on you before you even realized it. His weight pressed you down, the blood soaking into your clothes snd staining your skin.

“Don’t you worry about the casualties,” he hissed.

He took a deep breath in, his hands holding your waist. He teased the wound he left earlier with his finger, tracing the punctures he’d left. He gave you a rough squeeze and blood oozed out again. You yelled in agony, and he moaned against your ear. His tongue trailed up the side of your neck, thick blood spreading across your skin.

“Baby,” he whispered. “Trust me now.”

You broke free and stood up, bracing yourself against the wall.

“I can hear your heartbeat racing, you’re trembling, come with me.”

You clutched your side and shook your head, desperately trying to avoid his enchanting stare. You pushed off the wall and stumbled out into the courtyard.

The sun was blinding, you could barely make out what was what, who was who. The guards rushed to your aid, they were shouting and yelling but you couldn’t understand them. Your head ached and you felt dizzy, everything looked blurry and red.

The sun only got brighter, and it scorched your skin. You fell to the ground and the guards circled around you. Blood sprayed your face as Chan ripped through them.

You were his now.

You could barely see him, tearing them apart and draining their blood. The dry grass was painted a dark red all around you.

A second silence fell, only the hollow wind blowing gently in contrast to the horrors that had happened.

A shadow fell over your face, and you opened your eyes. Chan stood over you with a crazed smile. He lifted his wrist to his mouth, and bit down hard. Blood spurted out, speckling his face. He let it drip off his chin, and you couldn’t resist sticking your tongue out to catch the few droplets.

It was like a drug.

You grabbed onto his leg, and he knelt down, lifting your head to rest on his thigh.

“More, please,” you begged.

He smiled wide, his fangs on display for you. He took another bite and sucked hard. You crawled more into his lap, twisting to face him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pulled him down.

He pushed your hands off of him, sliding you off his lap. Before you could protest, he took off his jacket and straddled your waist. With one hand under your head and the other pinning your wrists, he pressed his lips against yours.

Blood poured into your mouth, spilling out from between your lips. You hungrily swallowed what you could, choking on the rest. He didn’t let up, moving his tongue against yours and almost down your throat to make your gag.

His blood was so good, it felt so good going down your throat. You gulped it down, it was like you had been thirsty for years, and he was finally quenching it.

He pushed you down harder into the ground, the dirt turning into a bloody mud beneath you. You tugged on his shirt, needing to be closer to him.

He broke away and you gasped for air, coughing up more blood. Your clothes were torn, your hair was a mess, blood was all over you.

Now he would take you.

He lifted you off the ground and carried you back inside. You couldn’t control yourself, you were clawing at him and biting his neck and shoulder.

You were teething.

He took you to the cell with the blood bags, laying you on the table. He took his shirt off and got back over you. He kissed you again, and you dug your claws into his back. Your scratches left deep, dark red marks.

He killed like an animal, and he feasted like a beast, but he fucked like a demon.

He kissed you like he was just as thirsty as you were. He bit down your neck, growling and kneading your flesh. His hands slipped under your shirt, his claws scratching your soft skin.

Chan moved down your body, his mouth was desperate but his pacing was too slow for you. He slid down from your neck to your stomach, you threw your head back and arched your back when he bit down on your wound.

When he sucked, you moaned lewdly. He returned the sound, his low and deep. His claws dragged down to your pants, pulling them off easily.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered. “Enjoy the ride.”

His fingers slipped in easily, the sharp points on his fingertips made you scream and he moaned again. He moved back to your neck, biting down hard. His fingers thrust in and out of you quickly, and you bit down on his neck.

His back was nearly raw, and you couldn’t tell the difference between your releases and his blood. He was relentless, you weren’t able to keep up with him. Before long, you were out of breath and exhausted.

Once he wore you out, you felt his fingers slide out one final time. He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned as he sucked them clean.

He smothered your lips with his again, biting your lip and sucking the blood. You felt him line up, his hips snapping as he thrust into you in one movement. The table creaked and squealed, the force of his movements pushing it up against the wall and thudding loudly.

Your eyes rolled back, and he bit hard onto your bottom lip to keep your head from falling back. You knew he wouldn’t have fit if he hadn’t fingered you so roughly before hand, and you were certain that he tore you from the inside to make room.

You could feel every vein, every twitch, every pulse. He pinned your hands down, keeping you still as he thrust into you. He didn’t stop until you finally felt him cum, his hips snapping into place and going deeper than you’d ever felt.

He slowly opened his mouth, his teeth unpiercing your lip. He released your hands and the fell limply off the table. You couldn’t say anything, you just felt indescribable.

He propped himself up on his elbow, and cradled the back of your head with his other hand. He lifted your head and licked the blood from your mouth, then whispered between his teeth.

“You’re mine now, forever.”

i wrote this in a day help me, i’ve never written a story this fast but i was DETERMINED (so ignore any errors)

i plan on writing more fics i promise🙏

@vampzity @scarfac3 @h4untedgrl @losrpark @dollywoo

[linoyes]

lee know in every skz code - ep 58

[jestinjoculators]

Christmas posting

[churrorat-art]

Has this been done before? Lol

[userjiminie]

those hips working like rent is due

[thelesbianluthor]

So we were blessed with Margaret Encino, got to see Amanda Maillard in action and also had a little Kristen in the end.

We witnessed the incredibly quick first date to marriage pipeline of Cody "Night Angel" Walsh and the quangled Loose (Duke) Baron from the Baronies.

Fig tried her best to propose and be the one to marry Ayda and even sent her an 80 minutes proposal album. She was only stopped by the unfortunate reality of not being of age.

Gorgug was having a not very good day as usual but at least he got it easier than Fabian last time so there's that!

Adaine and Pinocchio were mostly chilling and having a great time even with the weird circumstances all around.

Love how the more we quangle the more crack pairing and alternate universe ships we get. Sklonda and Sandra Lynn are canon in another universe and that's wonderful really

The more we go on the weirder and more insane the quangles get I swear and I love it immensely