#kinkmare

[lunacy-loon]

kinkmare'i’m curious, have you ever met any of your alternate? like swan, and swap Dreamtale

"That's how I imagine with the nightmares, dreams on the other hand, no clue. probably would be a better time though." Shattered by @galacii-gallery Empire Nightmare by @lunnar-chan Fmare by @the-cityscape

[kolorace]

Shattered so tall nowwwww- aaaa

[crazy--tale]

So question for the Crazy Crew, do any of you guys do anything when you get bored or something?

[ssneksnekk]

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.”

[the-trees-are-screaming]

=)

my friend asked for this, and I'm quite proud of how it turned out so heree

Kinkmare

[valeriavionics]

Wanting to know if I still can manage myself in Krita + my friends reminded me of this jewel of a Nightmare.

Kinkmare by @crazy--tale

Ko-fi / Commissions

[not-so-crazy-crazytale-quotes]

“My mom is calling... hi mom.”

“Come on guys stop, he’s trying to talk to his mom.”;

-Captain Berry

-Wrath

-Terror

“*Loud fake sexual noises*”;

-Kinkmare

“EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!”;

-Void

-River

“*is asleep*”;

-Harvest

-Mega Edgedour

“*Gets really close to the phone* Tell her I said hi.”;

-Crazy

-Lemonade

-Save

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