#barelythere

SOMEBODY ELSE

Model Andrea Smidt

💖 “Barely covered in pink, just enough to tease… 🌸🔥

This net look has me feeling naughty and nice—there’s something about the way it hugs every curve. If you’re craving a closer look, you already know where to find me. Let’s make it a night to remember. 😉

Contains swearing and innuendos.

“...but I don’t...” Error trailed off for a second, glancing at Ink warily “...monsters don’t have enough physicality to...do that...” He said, the artist nodded, trying to get away from Nightmare.

“...it’s why he won’t do it.”

“...so, m’just...gonna slowly die...?”

“...wouldn’t that be glorious...” Dream mumbled dryly, Nightmare’s eye ignited brightly, furious.

“No, you’re not gonna die.” He growled, glaring at Dream. “Nor would it be glorious.”

“...why do you care so much, Night?” The golden skeleton asked “Pretty sure you shouldn’t be able to...”

“Shut your over-sized trap, Dream.” Nightmare turned back to Error, sitting down on the floor, letting his eye die down. He released Ink, slowly taking hold of Error’s hand. “...m’sorry...”

“...it’s fine...”

“No, it’s not.” He stated “You’re far from being ‘fine’.” Error sighed, shutting his eyes. “...Ink? Can you just...heal him? You don’t have to do his soul, just...his ribcage...” Ink nodded again, shuffling over and pulling out a small paintbrush from his belt. Nightmare took Error’s jacket away as Ink began painting over the bruised ribcage, eventually moving over to his broken rib.

“...that’s cold...” Error murmured, his mouth twitching a little. “And...feels weird...”

“%...sorry...%” Ink replied hesitantly, edging away from him, finished. A tendril moved underneath his back, sitting him upright as Nightmare pulled the red jumper over its owner’s skull. Error opened his eyes, allowing the oil monster to help put his jacket on.

“...thank you, Ink...” Nightmare glowered at Dream, getting to his feet and scooping Error up. “...at least you helped.” He jumped universes, leaving the warm house and returning to his castle. He stared at Error, watching him close his eyes again, tired. “...would you like to go to bed?”

“...mhm...” He hardly responded, feeling Nightmare teleport, being laid down on a bed and covers getting tugged over him. “...Night?”

“Hm?”

“...don’t...beat yourself up...over it...okay?” He said, drowsy. Nightmare gazed at him, laying down whilst binding his arms around him.

“...I’ll try not to...” He muttered “...but I can’t promise you anything...” He shut his own eye, only to feel Error huddling closer, curling up in his jacket. “...sleep well...alright?”

~~~

A warm, fuzzy sensation flooded over Error’s ribcage, barely awake as he pushed himself further into the oil monster’s chest. Humming a bit, he could only move closer, to a point where Nightmare stirred.

His eye flickered, watching Error questioningly, confused by how close he was getting. He didn’t move, unsure but intrigued by Error’s need to be so close. Cautiously, Nightmare rolled onto his back, wanting to know what the glitch would do in his half-asleep state.

“...N...Nigh...” Error groaned, Nightmare grinned slightly, eyeing him as he sat up slowly. He slumped down, on top of the oil monster, wrapping his arms around him and keeping him still.

“...you’re honestly just adorable...” He chuckled, Error mumbled something incoherent, burying his face into Nightmare’s shoulder. “You comfortable?”

“...mhmmm...”

“And you think you can just keep me down by lying on me?”

“...probably...” Error smirked, waking up little by little.

“...uh huh...” Nightmare rolled over, pinning him to the bed. “Ta da.”

“Oh...” Error opened his eyes, staring up at the oil monster. “Uhh...” His cheeks started to burn up, turning golden, embarrassed about the position. Nightmare simply grinned, laying down on top of him, pressing his nasal bone into Error’s gold cheek.

“...someone’s flustered.” He laughed more, Error giggled nervously, pushing at Nightmare’s shoulders. “Hey...you’re alright...” Nightmare said softly “...go back to sleep...”

“N...not with you...on top of me...like this...” Error bit the lower part of his mouth, feeling his blush crawling up, between his eyesockets. Nightmare sighed, rolling over again, allowing Error to stay on top of him.

“Is that better?”

“Umm...y-yeah, I guess...”

~~~

WOKE UP FROM A DREAM

Model Yana Sotnikova