Sans AUs Oneshots & Short Stories (Discontinued)

Yandere!Errorink: Smut

(Okay so at the time of writing this Errorink is the winner with smut. Chances are I'm gonna do the other two as well, but I needed to know which one to focus on most. Why am I not surprised that Errorink won?

Are y'all okay? Are y'all horny?

I do not condone anything that Error is doing in this smut. This was honestly the best I could come up with. I don't know how to write a yandere smut and make it healthy.

Also, additional note: How would y'all feel about some... Errorink404 smut? Error x Ink x Error404? Eh? Eh?)

"YoU'rE sUcH aN iDiOt, InK."

Error's voice was sharp and cold as he stormed down the hallway, dragging Ink along behind him. Ink was muttering something repeatedly under his breath, clawing at the floor. Desperate to grab ahold of something-- anything-- that would postpone what was going to happen to him. He'd been so close to escaping from this prison that Error put him in. He'd been so close, and yet his victory was so far away.

Error opened the door that led to the basement and stormed down the stairs, not bothering to pick Ink up. The smaller skeleton yelped as his chin started to thump against each of the steps. When they got to the bottom of the staircase, Error picked him up by the back of his shirt. The basement was the room where Error would put him if he misbehaved too much, so there were lots of things down here for his punishments. Ink yelped again as he was thrown to the ground, but Error paid his pain no mind.

Instead, the glitch went over to the chair in the room. It was directly beneath one of the bright, unshaded lights of the basement. This chair had been used for several purposes, primarily to keep his victims tied down while he tortured them. He sat down in the chair and pulled some strings from his eyes, shooting them out to wrap around Ink. He pulled his darling over to him, hoisting him up so he was laying across his lap.

Error ran a hand along Ink's back, wondering what he should do to him this time. He'd thought about spanking him, as that was the usual punishment he got. Enough to make his bones sore and in pain, bruised and sensitive to even the lightest of touches. He wanted it to really leave an impression on Ink this time, so he would think twice about trying to escape from him. He wanted him to feel pain like he'd made Error feel. Unfortunately for Ink, he came to the conclusion that spanking wouldn't be enough to satisfy his anguish.

It was a shame. Error really didn't want to hurt him, but if a spanking session along wouldn't be enough to make Ink remember his place, then so be it. This wasn't the first time he'd have to go a step further, but he hoped it would be the last. He truly didn't take any pleasure in hurting him. However, he had to make sure that Ink could grasp the concept of how pain he put him through every time he showed his resentment towards him or tried to escape. Even now, Ink was struggling to get away from him.

Error brought his hand down on Ink's rear. The slap echoed off of the walls and back into both of their ears(?). Ink's head snapped up and his back arched, so much fear shining in his heterochromia eyes. Error knew that it was wrong to put his hands on him like this, but he didn't care. Ink deserved this. It was all his fault that this happened, all of it.

Ink was the one who caught his eye. Ink was the one who was nice to him regardless of how much of an asshole he was being. Ink was the one who let things get to this point. Ink was the one who tried to run away from him, who caused him this pain. Ink was the one who caused all of this.

(Error, one of my favorite young bloods, go get some fucking therapy.)

"ShUt Up," Error hissed at him, delivering another smack. "ThIs Is YoUr PuNiShMeNt."