He was sure that the goopy skeleton was only doing this for his own amusement. He struggled to keep his ecto-body from forming, despite wanting to just let Nightmare have his way with him. Ink whined at the tentacle's teasing, unable to keep quiet. I have no intention of stopping any time soon. "I know how much you like me, and I know you want this. "I know how you feel about me, Inky," Nightmare murmured to his captive, sliding a tentacle up the leg-hole of his shorts to tease his pelvis. The artist squeaked, and the taller skeleton smirked. Nightmare brought Ink closer to him, and pressed a kiss to the smaller's neck. He didn't want Nightmare to know he liked what he was doing. The rainbow on his face grew ever brighter as he bit back a moan. Nightmare simply grinned at the smaller skeleton and said, "Let them come! I'll capture them too, and make them watch!" The goopy monster slipped a tentacle under Ink's shirt as he spoke, stroking the inside of the artist's ribcage. But Ink hoped that if Nightmare thought that they might come for him, he'd let the artist go. He only knew that because they'd left him a note informing him that they would be gone all day. Dream and Blue had both left the Star Sanses' base early in the morning before Ink was awake. "Dream and Blue know where I am!" he said. "If it isn't the one Star Sans I can actually tolerate. The goopy skeleton lifted Ink up by the wrists and brought him towards his face, holding him at eye level. The guard bowed and transferred the struggling artist to Nightmare's outstretched appendage before leaving the room. "You've done well," he told the guard, reaching out a tentacle. Things he knew the smaller skeleton would enjoy. He knew about the artist's crush on him and, despite the what the other thought, the feeling was mutual. He'd sensed Ink's artificial emotions the moment the tiny skeleton arrived in his castle. Ink kicked in a futile attempt to break free of the guard's grasp, his face covered in a rainbow blush. Nightmare looked at the tiny skeleton as the guard removed him from his shoulder and held him up by the back of his neck. From beyond said door, Ink heard his crush's voice say, "Enter." The guard carried Ink into a huge and luxurious study, and said, "Master, I caught this skeleton sneaking around near the kitchen." The guard stopped at a large door and knocked. Ink didn't know if the goopy monster was even capable of feeling anything positive himself. Why would he? He was the Guardian of Negativity, feeding off of the dark emotions of others. It wouldn't be such an issue if Nightmare felt the same way about him, but the artist knew he didn't. Most of which involved Ink's female ecto-body and Nightmare's tentacles. His crush was so strong that he dreamed about Nightmare every night, and he even had fantasies about him in the day. Ink had a very serious crush on the tentacled skeleton. The worst part was that Ink knew that Nightmare would be able to sense his feelings, despite them being artificial. But that wasn't even the worst part of it all. They all smirked as they saw him, and waved at Ink in amusement as he passed them. Not just because he was being carried like a sack of potatoes, but also because he was being carried past several of the Bad Sanses on the way to their leader. The artist was now over the shoulder of said guard, struggling to get free as he was being carried to Nightmare. But then one of the guards had captured him. All he'd wanted was to sneak around in Nightmare's castle and hopefully find some information. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 64,406 Chapters: 54/? Comments: 51 Kudos: 259 Bookmarks: 23 Hits: 6,661
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