Inkmare: Smut

(Why am I writing so much smut? At this rate I may as well change this to "Sanscest Smuts".)


Nightmare paced and forth in his bedroom, waiting for one of his lackeys to get back to him.


He'd sent them out on that mission hours ago. While it always took longer than he anticipated for them to finish their job, this time it was taking much, much longer. They should've been back an hour ago. Unless those little Star Shits had interfered with their job.... again. Nightmare growled to himself, his tentacles lashing. Those three brats were always getting in his way. Always messing up his plans.


Especially his brother. God, sometimes Nightmare wanted nothing more than to be able to snap Dream's neck. He wanted the last golden apple, the thing that still let positive feelings run free through the Multiverse. Sometimes he found himself wishing that, when he'd turned him to stone all those centuries ago, he'd just smashed the statue rather than letting it stay there. As soon as the thought occurred to him, he felt a pained twitch go through him.


Do I really want him dead, or do I just want him out of the way?


He didn't have much time to ponder the thought. It went as quickly as it came. He was snapped back into reality by a loud knock on his bedroom door. He was quick to catch onto the negative aura on the other side, seething with the energy of hatred and malice. Nightmare opened up the door to reveal Killer on the other side, a lopsided grin on his face. Nightmare cocked an eyebone (eh? get it? eyebone? eyebrow? no? okay) at the grin on his face.


"Killer. I trust you fools got the job done?" He said, putting on his resting bitch face. "Did my brother and his two blind followers cause you any trouble?"


"Oh they showed up. Put up quite a fight. But we got the job done, even if those other monsters got to flee to the Omega Timeline." Killer nodded. "Dust and Horror took the world's Frisk down to the dungeon, so you can extract their determination whenever."


"Very good. Now... I can tell something else came out of this," he added a bit of an edge to his voice. "Mind telling what that is?"


"Hm? Eh, we managed to catch one of 'em off guard and took him prisoner. Cross should be dragging him down to one of the cells." He shrugged. "Did you know that Ink doesn't like fangirls?"


"Does anyone?" He asked with a huff. "The people they obsess over would probably vomit if they had to spend an hour in the same room as them, let alone a whole day."


Killer snorted at his response. It was kind of true, what he said. He wasn't much of one for fandoms or anything like that, but he had seen the internet. Some of the fandoms were dark places to be, and even if they weren't directly like that, every fandom had.... that side. Fangirls were some of the worst parts of a fandom, especially when they made those eye-bleeding, godawful OCs that they always shipped with some overrated character. They made him thankful he wasn't part of a fandom.


Nightmare gave Dust and Horror the orders of standing guard by the Frisk they'd taken prisoner. He would go and see Ink himself, as he was not a prisoner he was expecting. He dismissed Cross from standing guard in front of Ink's cell, instead giving him and Killer the job of patrolling the castle grounds in case the other two Star Shits showed up. If Error dropped by, he could join them until Nightmare decided what to do with their new hostage.


"So...." Ink began, suspended from the ceiling with chains wrapped around his body. "Are you gonna let me down?"


"Hell no. You're an enemy and a personal pain in my ass," Nightmare sneered. "Always running around with my idiot of a brother. You're probably his Friday night fuckbuddy."


"Aw shit-- Dream told you about that?" Ink asked, blinking in surprise. "I mean we don't have sex, because I know that's totally what your thinking. But we do fuck around."


Nightmare was momentarily taken back by what Ink said. He'd said the whole "Friday night fuckbuddy" thing as an insult, he didn't think he would take it seriously. But he could tell by the look in Ink's eyes that something was definitely up. This piqued his interest, making him lean forward. Ink tried to lean back when he did, but being suspended in the air made that next to impossible.


"Is that so? If it truly is innocent idiotic behavior at play, then why did you get so nervous?" Nightmare asked.


"Okay, maybe we've had sex a few times before. But it's fun, you can't blame us!" He pouted. "Especially when Dream gives it from behind-- oh wait you don't need to know all that."


"No, no. Do elaborate on that," he insisted. "..... What's with that look?"


"Bruh. He's your brother." Ink blinked. "Why do you wanna know about what he's like during sex?"


"So that I know how I can be better."


......


"Why are you laughing."


~~~~


They'd come to an agreement of sorts while down in that cell.


Nightmare had been quite pent up these past few days, and among those pent up things were the fantasies he'd been having. They weren't targeted towards anyone in particular and about any desires in particular, they were just dirty dreams. So Nightmare had offered Ink a deal. If he would let Nightmare fuck me, he would not only let him feel genuine negative feelings, but would let him go too. After some questioning, he agreed.


"You're bigger than I would've thought," Ink said as he stroked Nightmare's cock. "Not that I thought you would be small, but I was expecting smaller than this."


"What's the matter, squid boy?" Nightmare asked, grinning as he continued to lick and suck on Ink's neck. "Afraid it'll be too much for your petite little ass to handle?"


"I'm just hoping the owner of a cock this size has enough experience to not disappoint me." He shrugged, swiping his thumb over the tip. "It would be a real shame to get my hopes up for nothing."


Nightmare growled as he pulled away from Ink's neck. He grabbed the smaller by the arms and turned him around, pushing his face down into the bed. He molded the tips of his fingers into sharp claws and tore through the black bodysuit that was beneath Ink's usual clothes, pulling away the scraps of fabric. He smirked at the sight of the rainbow ecto-body waiting for him. His  ecto-tongue-- which he'd been told resembled popular depictions of a demon's tongue-- slid out of his mouth and into his vagina. Ink gasped when he felt the wet ecto-muscle dip into him, arching his back slightly.


"Not a fan of challenges, huh?" Ink asked with a small grin. "Are you worried it's gonna be true?"


Nightmare shoved his tongue in deeper, grabbing Ink by his hips and lifting his lower half up. He chuckled lowly as he struck a certain part of his insides, rubbing circles into his hips. He laid back on the bed as he pulled Ink's body closer, pulling his tongue out. He used one of his tentacles to push Ink's head down, the head of his ecto-dick pressing up against his lips. He seemed to get the message as he opened his mouth and took him in, immediately deepthroating him.


"You make it look like its easy," Nightmare said as he circled a finger around Ink's clit. "Have you been practicing?"


"Dream, Blue, Error, Fresh. I've sucked Dream and Blue off at the same time once." Ink shrugged, licking a stripe up his cock.


Nightmare pulled his finger out and slid his tongue back in, thrusting it in and out with ease. Ink moaned as he bobbed his head up and down, sucking as he went. The vibrations from his moaning sent tingles through Nightmare's body, bringing him closer to his release. When he did ejaculate, Ink's head had been all the way down his shaft. His multi-colored eyes widened when he felt the hot magical seed shoot into his mouth and throat, let out a startled cry that was muffled. Nightmare's tongue curled inside of Ink's ecto-body as he sucked hard on the folds of his vagina, letting out a moan of his own. It didn't take much for Ink to reach his own climax, his fluids spilling out and onto Nightmare's tongue.


Ink was coughing and sputtering when he took Nightmare's dick out of his mouth, gagging on the cum that had been shot into his mouth. He pushed himself up, getting off of Nightmare. It tasted bitter and tangy, and he worried for a moment that he would throw up from how disgusting it tasted. Nightmare, on the other hand, was licking the area around his mouth. He took notice of how Ink looked conflicted on whether to spit his cum out or not.


"You know, Ink, if you want to feel genuine negative feelings, you should really swallow it," Nightmare advised as he sat up. When Ink gave him a doubtful look, he continued. "It'll be a start. If you really want to get negative emotions, my cum has to stay inside of you, not get swallowed."


Ink let out a whine of displeasure. His face contorted as he forced himself to swallow his seed, audibly gagging once he was done. The shapes and colors of his eyes were flickering and rapidly changing, trying to convey his emotions. The suddens urge of negative feelings was unlike anything he'd ever felt from his vials' darker-colored paints, and if Nightmare was telling the truth, then this wasn't even the full strength of his domain. He found himself struggling with dealing with just this extent of them.


"You doing okay?" Nightmare asked, though it wasn't out of any real concern. He was watching Ink's face-- especially his eyes-- intently and curiously. "You look like you're gonna cry~."


"Negativity... is very different from positivity," Ink managed to get out, though he had to take several deep breaths as his words were getting choked up. "This is much more intense than Dream's aura."


"Well of course it is. I've always been stronger than him." Nightmare made no effort to hide his pride. "You see, Ink, negativity is strong enough to cause someone to take their own life. What does positivity do? Why, enough of it turns into self-deception."


"Dream isn't deceptive!" He snapped, his voice breaking as he glared at Nightmare. "Negativity is just as deceptive! Suicide is never the answer!"


"Oh? Is that so?" He asked, grinning. "Then what's the deal with all of those thoughts rising from the depths of your mind? If I'm as much of a liar as positivity is, then why do you believe suicide is your only fate?"


"Because that one is true." Ink's voice dropped low. "I'm soulless. I have no feelings of my own. The only reason I still exist is because it's the will of the creators. Once they don't need me anymore... the Multiverse will get rid of me. One way or another."


Nightmare hummed thoughtfully, listening to Ink's melancholic thoughts. He didn't actually care about anything he had to say, but his curiosity regarding him was being satisfied. If he couldn't kidnap Ink and keep him hostage in an underground cell, where he could conduct his experiments and tests to his heart's desire, he would take advantage of this moment to get inside of his head. Soulless beings were rare and came in various forms, most commonly a Flowey or Temmie. If Dream hadn't gone and become friends with him, then Nightmare could've very well made his wishes a reality.


"There there, Ink.... you'll feel much better soon," Nightmare soothingly said as he patted his head. "We still have our ends of the bargain to hold up. Unless you're fine with staying my prisoner."


"Just get it over with," Ink muttered.


Nightmare clicked his ecto-tongue against the roof of his mouth, adjusting their positions. He was laying back down on the bed, with Ink being held above his shaft. Nightmare's tentacles didn't draw energy from him, they took energy from the negativity that made up his being. They moved around sporadically and, most of the time, he couldn't control them. But they were obeying his commands now, wrapping around Ink's arms and legs. Ink's eyes were brimming with tears, but if anything, the sight of that kind of face only turned him on more. That much was clear by how his ecto-penis stood up again, as though he hadn't just gotten a blowjob from the other.


He started to move his tentacles to have Ink bounce up and down on his dick. He didn't do much for the initial preparation. He didn't see a need or have a desire to. Besides, he'd done enough preparation with his tongue. Which was a bit sore now, as he hadn't used the ecto-muscle for something like this in quite some time. Ink's mouth pushed out a mixture of cries and moans as he rode Nightmare's cock, his body tensing up and trying to break free from the hold of his tentacles.


Nightmare wouldn't let him go. It felt so good to have sex with someone again. Part of him wanted this to never end, but another part of him was being grossed out by doing this. He wasn't the biggest fan of it, but sometimes he had the urge. It didn't take very long for him to start striking that sensitive part in Ink's ecto-body, making the artist's head tilt back. He watched as his rainbow ecto-breasts bounced with each movement. When he hit his second release, he did so without warning. He pulled Ink down onto his cock to get it in as deep as it would go.


He pulled out of Ink's ecto-body, but the moment of relaxation that the protector experienced was very brief. He let out a yelp as he was flipped around and pushed down onto the bed, his face planting into the blanket. He let out a muffled cry as Nightmare's dick slid back into him. The Guardian of Negative Feelings pounded into him relentlessly, one hand on Ink's hip and the other keeping his head pinned down.


When Ink hit a second release, his ecto-pussy clamped down and tightened around his dick. He whined and moaned as Nightmare continued to fuck him relentlessly. Tears were rolling down his face and he was hyperventilating, both his body and mind becoming overstimulated. His head was racing with the new flood of negative feelings. When Nightmare came inside of him for a third time, he let out a whimper as he felt the hot seed coat his walls.


Nightmare pulled out slowly, letting out a sigh. The semen spilled out of Ink's hole and into a small pool on the bed, his sore and abused entrance flaring from the cooldown. Ink groaned as he pushed himself up. The two said nothing to each other as they got dressed and cleaned themselves up.


"Anything you wanna say before I go?" Ink asked, sounding more on edge than he'd meant to. "Anything at all?"


"Say 'hi' to my brother for me," Nightmare replied, shrugging. "Oh, and feel free to come back any time for another session."


Ink rolled his eyes and walked through the portal.

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