Sans AUs Oneshots & Short Stories (Discontinued)

Inkmare: Smut

(Warnings: Rape/Nonconsented sex, BDSM.)

Error had tried his hardest to keep his relationship with Ink a secret.

He didn't want anything bad to happen to him, after all. He knew that the other two Star Sanses wouldn't have cared about them dating, as long as neither of them became toxic towards the other. His own friends, however, were a different story. The Murder Trio would tease him about it to no end. Cross would probably stop talking to him, not that he talked much to anyone to begin with. And Nightmare.... Error didn't want to know how he would react. Just the thought of that was enough to make shivers go down his spine.

Nightmare was not someone who you would want to test. When he was displeased, drastic things could be done. Like that time a few weeks ago when Nightmare had gotten nosey and had snooped through Cross's belongings, stumbling across his journal in the aimless scavenger hunt. Later that day, he had broken Cross's legs right in front of all of them. Poor Cross was still in the infirmary. When questioned, he said that he had his reasons. In truth, Cross had been writing down different attempts at a love letter to confess to Dream.

That morning, Error had received a text from Nightmare. He wanted him to come to the castle as soon as he could. Since he still had to do his daily destroying, he couldn't drop by until later that night. Something that he'd been worried about all day long was Ink not texting him back. He'd stopped by the Doodle Sphere, but the artist wasn't there. He would've stayed and waited for him, but he knew better than to keep Nightmare waiting for too long. When he arrived, he asked Killer what Nightmare had wanted him for. Killer shifted on his feet for a moment, biting his lip. Like he was hesitant to tell him anything about it.

"Go down to the dungeon. He should be waiting for you down there," he said. "Um, be careful? The boss was... acting kinda weird this morning."

"RiGhT. ThAnKs, KiLlEr," Error replied.

Error started making his way to the dungeon, thinking about what Killer had said. Nightmare was hotheaded and arrogant, but he wasn't an idiot. He knew better than to pick a fight with Error. He may be the (self-proclaimed) king of this world of darkness and negativity, but he wasn't the strongest around. Error literally destroyed entire AUs while Nightmare only conquered and corrupted. In an actual fight between the two, Error could easily defeat him.

Pushing the doors to the dungeon open, he was hit in the face by a gust of dry, stale air. Going down the spiraling stone steps, his footsteps echoed off the tightly closed walls. The staircase down to the dungeon was always a bit claustrophobic, but today it was extremely restricting. He had his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat and, by the time he got down there, he was on the verge of sneezing.

"Ah, there you are," Nightmare said. "I was starting to think you wouldn't be showing up."

"Of CoUrSe I wAs GoNnA sHoW uP eVeNtUaLlY," Error groaned. "NoW wHaT dO yOu WaNt? I dOn'T hAvE aLl DaY."

"Watch your tongue. Now listen closely. We can do this either the hard way or the easy way." He crossed his arms. "The easy way is you just sit in the room like a good boy."

".... AnD tHe HaRd WaY?" He questioned. "AnD dOn'T uSe 'GoOd BoY' fOr Me EvEr AgAiN. It SoUnDs WeIrD aNd GrOsS aNd I hAtE yOu FoR iT."

"Your hatred only makes me stronger," Nightmare reminded him. "The hard way... is I have to force you in there."

"WeLl ThErE's No NeEd FoR tHaT," he sighed. "AlRiGhT. TaKe Me To ThE rOoM, oR wHaTeVeR."

A lopsided, wicked grin spread across Nightmare's face. Error rolled his eyes and followed behind him. With each step they took, clouds of dust flew up and hit him in the face. There were a few times where he'd sneezed from all of the dust. The dust was naturally formed, though there was some dust from deceased monsters mixed in with it.