#inspiredbycarelesscreativity

(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.

(Masturbation, Wet Dreams, Multiple Orgasms)

Nightmare really couldn't remember a certain time when Ink had started showing up at his castle. Whether he say it was a few months ago or just last week. He was good with time, seeing as how he still knew exactly how old he was after many years, but Ink's visits always confused him.

 You see, the hyperactive, chaotic skeleton usually only truly appeared when he wanted too. Sometimes Nightmare thought he’d see his layered, small figure passing in the halls or he thought he was the one who would’ve spooked one of his men with a silly prank from time to time. Or, hell, sometimes he’d sit in his throne room and have a rather deep conservation with the squid on a matter of something rather mature compared to Ink’s actual vocabulary.

 Nightmare had a theory that Ink was just pretending to be a stupid lunatic. Though the inkblot didn’t have a large vocabulary like he did, he still could speak rather properly if he wanted to. Literally about anything. Once Ink had explained his thoughts about something as vague as playing the flute or painting. Sometimes he’d talk about how much he hated watercolors or markers because of how light and dark they were.

 And other times, Ink would talk about his day and repeat the same thing over and over only a few minutes after already saying it. Nightmare guessed Ink’s memory was the only true thing about him, really. Though, through these little conversations they had from time to time, he’d started to catch tiny feeling for this Squid. Feelings he’d call… different in a sense.

 He’d find himself laughing at his jokes or getting very concentrated on whenever Ink played the flute. He’d pretend to read while he’d watch Ink paint or sketch from the corner of his eye.

 Though, only recently when he’d found himself subconsciously touching himself to the mere thought of it being the squid, he knew he had a bit of a problem. Nightmare had shot awake that night, fingers inside himself, his body ready and summoned. And by the feel of how abnormally wet he was, he had a feeling he’d came more than once.

 “Damnit...” Nightmare slowly let his four fingers leave his soaked cunt. Ink, what had you done to him? Looking over to his digital clock, he could see it was only two in the morning. Great... he’d went to bed at ten like usual. So that was... four hours of masturbation. Should he be proud of that new record? Of course not.

 He couldn’t help it. Well, his body couldn’t help it. His body yearned for him. Nightmare yearned for him. Nightmare let a soft whimper escape his throat, his thoughts starting to wander.

Ink’s skillful hands traveled over Nightmare’s sides, being sure to caress and squeeze whenever he wanted to. His tongue letting warm travel over Nightmare’s nipples and breasts, down his chest to his clitoris.

 Nightmare gasped at the feeling of Ink’s tongue entering him, his tight walls squeezing around that skillful, ecto- appendage. He felt tears prick at his eyes when he felt Ink’s four fingers slip inside of his soaking core one by one, making sure to stretch him farther and farther each time.

 “Ink!” Nightmare moaned aloud, not caring for who heard him. He was on cloud 9 as Ink didn’t hold back to make him cum. Now it was time for the main event.

 Letting his thick, long cock rub against Nightmare, he carelessly thrusted rather hard inside of him. Nightmare’s slick walls easily working as a lubricant. As Nightmare’s body rocked against the bed for every thrust the squid had made, he let out a sweet noise with it.

 Ink leaned in close, saying these simple yet amazing words to him: “You are mine.”

 Nightmare came easily with a loud cry. His back arched and his toes curled... body trembling and his form shaking… his body completely becoming limp. Nightmare panted softly. “Ink… stars, Ink..” Opening his eyes, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, disgusted and maybe a tiny bit annoyed that nobody was there with him.

 Letting out a loud groan in anger, he rolled onto his stomach. He pitied himself. What would his men think of him? Masturbating to the sheer thought of their sworn enemy? What would Dream think of him? Getting off to his bestfriend’s mental image. Stars, what would Ink think of him? He couldn’t feel. He had no soul. And the thought of Ink carelessly fucking him into the mattress was already making his ecto spark right back up again.

 This would be a long night.

@Carelesscreativity 

(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.

(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..

(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,

(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.