This will include some of my favorite sanscest ships.
•FLUFF ♥️
•NSFW ⚠️
•FOREPLAY 💋
•ANGST 🖤
Requests are open for the time being.
Cover drawn by myself.
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Took me long enough to get to this damn thing- Thank you for requesting it, and I hope this is enjoyable. Hear it here folks, this bitch is finally updating their story! Also, the Ex is gonna be Ink because fuck you that's why and honestly, stalker creepy Ink kinda goes hard. Oh, it's ❤️🖤 because it's Fluff with Triggers such as mentions of abuse.)
Nightmare's POV
Shit... he's absolutely adorable. I cursed my thoughts mentally as I watched my new lover torment a helpless little mouse. A smirk edged on my lips, though I showed no emotion other than boredom. Error was hissing with evil delight as he trapped the rodent in a maze of coils. I found myself observing my love's unique and gorgeous patterned tail. He had a long, winding snake lower half, like the average lamia, that melded up into his magic. His scales faded from neon blue at the torso, all the way down into a deep midnight blue. His outer scales were a mix of bright and dark crimsons as well as the occasional hint of yellow. He was of course glitched, like the rest of his skeletal upper half. His torso was hidden by a knitted red sweater, and patched together black and blue overcoat. Error was surprisingly a fantastic seamstress, taking a love for knitting and creation with strings and fabric. It impressed me with what he could do for a simple garment or doll.
"H⃐e⃐y⃐, B⃐i⃐t⃐c⃐h⃐m⃐a⃐r⃐e⃐, s⃐t⃐o⃐p⃐ s⃐t⃐a⃐r⃐i⃐n⃐g⃐. I⃐t⃐'s⃐ f⃐u⃐c⃐k⃐i⃐n⃐g⃐ c⃐r⃐e⃐e⃐p⃐y⃐." Error had spoke between munches on the mouse. "Error, is that any way to talk to me. We may be lovers now, yet that still doesn't give you a free pass from a solid beating my dear." I had spoke with a snarky smirk, grinning ever-so-slightly with a certain smugness to my tone. He just growled and looked away, a gorgeous yellow blush spreading across his face. He knew I was right, he just hated admitting defeat. "S⃐h⃐u⃐t⃐ u⃐p⃐.. J⃐u⃐s⃐t⃐ s⃐h⃐u⃐t⃐ u⃐p⃐."
"I don't exactly want too, Error. I find it adorable that you think you have any authority over anything here." I had shifted ny coils, snaking my way around Error without actually touching him. Due to his haphephobia being so severe, I could hardly brush him with my pinky without him glitching like mad and nearly crashing. I've asked him about it, though I only get the response of 'Something happened'. I thrived on his fear though, but of course, since we are lovers now, it wouldn't be right for me to trigger my dear into a severe panic.
