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Dom!Nightmare x Sub!Ink LEMON

I freehanded this. No editing. No going back for making sure if anything made sense. Today is the day I come back to this 4 year old smut book, and add an edition that will blow all of you out of the water. 

"Fancy seeing you here."

Nightmare tilted his head, a casual smile stretched across his black, goopy face as he regarded the ink splattered skeleton who stood before him. The other grinned, bending in a mocking bow.

"Just here to run an errand, you should understand."

Ink then pulled out a comically large list, spooling across the floor and rolling forwards until it lay unfolded at Nightmare's shined and polished shoes.

"A mass genocide in OuterTale, a forced labor camp in ScienceTale. You sure have been busy. I hear you even allied with Hitler!Sans."

"Ein Volk, Ein Reich, Ein Führer! He shares the same ideals, you should learn from him sometime."

Nightmare lightly kicked his list of alleged crimes, bored of this routine that has been repeating ever since the guardian of alternate universes decided to hound after him in an effort to try and decrease the number of casualties and AU's being wiped out, without having to fight the Bad Sanses every time. Dream was getting tired of dressing wounds and Blue has always been the weakest out of the three of them.

"Can we just get this over with, I need to collect my Honkai Star Rail dailies."

Nightmare was getting impatient and finally stood from his goop stained throne with a SQUELCH. Ink began rattling off each dull crime, another monster dusted, another monster's home burned and ransacked, children orphaned. What a bore, why should they even count as war crimes anyways.

Ink suddenly shifted his feet, his bones rattling a little. He looked uncomfortable, blushing slightly. With sharp eyes, Nightmare pinpointed the probable cause. Ink's pink vial was empty.

"Ink, Ink, you naughty imbecile. You dumped a whole vial into your little mixture this morning and didn't want to waste it again didn;t you?"

Ink's face dropped, only for a moment, before his trademark smile returned.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Again he shifted, his face blushing a deeper rainbow. Without missing a beat, Nightmare's tentacles were on him, taking advantage of his weakened and obviously distracted state. Without his normally supersonic reflexes, Ink was helpless as those corrupted tentacles winded around his skeletal figure, holding his beloved paint brush weapon high above his reach.

"Broomie!" He cried, his outstretched hand soon enveloped in Nightmare's appendages.

Cackling, Nightmare crushed the list beneath his feet as he dragged the smaller skeleton down into the cellar. As he was roughly carried through the shoddily smoothed corridor, a particularly sharp edge nicked Ink on the cheek. What left his magical non-existent windpipe was a breathy sort of moan, the type that would have made even the finest Porn stars cringe their plastically aligned lips in envy.

"Unghhh~"

Nightmare promptly stopped, looking at Ink with raised eyebrows. Ink couldn't tell if that interest was being feigned or if, for once in his edgy life, Nightmare was genuinely concerned.

"If you get my tentacles dirty, I'll snap your pathetic neck."

Ink realised this could be his chance to avoid the torture dungeon, again. Obviously it didn't hurt as much since Ink, being a soulless shell of a person, ran out of vials soon after the actual torture begun. It hurt badly enough the first time that Ink would rather not be strapped into those iron cuffs again. Unless, Night Light over here could strap him into some other chains~