#bendy and the ink machine fanfiction

[starryredpandawrites]

“Born From the Same Ink” Ch. 13 Sneak Peek

Posting the full update tonight in honor of New Year's!

The voice’s owner waved mockingly at Audrey from his prison cell. Two lifeless pie-cut eyes matched her stunned gaze. Faceless no more, the lost one wore the head of a Bendy cutout with an empty smiling gap where its teeth should have been.  He stood in a confident yet easy posture, although he was standing too close to the glass window of his cell for it to be called casual. 

As the animator stared at the mask, her distraught brain managed to recognize him from Henry’s story. This was no lost one, this was Sammy: Joey Drew’s twisted version of Samuel Lawrence, the former Director of the Music Department at the once-successful studio.  

In other circumstances, Audrey would have spent the next couple of minutes fangirling over meeting the music composer of her favorite cartoon, even if he was just a deranged copy of him. This was not other circumstances.

Bolting over to the window, the woman slammed her hands against the glass. 

“Where’s Bendy?!”

[jase-is-ace]

Back into the Pit

Chapter 17: The man and the Memory

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“So, you are Twisty. I think I remember seeing you once when I was little.” Audrey spoke. It’s true she had very vague memories about her childhood, she watched the old episodes of the Bendy cartoons that twist was in.

Said character nodded as confirmation.

“I think I remember one of my coworkers say something about bringing back old characters, maybe they meant you!” she theorized.

Twist honestly did not care if the public would accept her at this point. Although, she’d be lying if she claimed the thought of being an important character again didn’t intrigue her.

The two strode down the halls without having much to fear. Afterall, besides the Ink Demon, Twist was one of the biggest threats to roam the studio. That combined with Audrey’s banishing ability, they made quite a powerful team.

Audrey has recently been crowned as “Lord Amok” by a group of lost ones who now serve her. The Ink Demoness caused a lot of chaos by simply walking in with Audrey, the previous lord shouting accusations of her being the Ink Demons copy.

Twist very much despises being compared to the all-hearing Ink Demon, so in her fit of rage, she killed off all the lost ones in her way. She was kind enough to leave Lord Amok to Audrey.  

The duo had covered most of the ground they needed and killed that…giant ugly spider thing. God how she hated spiders.

They pressed onward, only stopping when Audrey spotted a speaker-like thing. The girl practically tripped over her own feet to get to it, much to the Demoness’ confusion. She grabbed hold of it and spoke rather desperately.

“Alice? Are…are you there? Alice!” she called into the mic. Audrey had not heard from the angel in a while since she was first tossed into this hell hole. She missed the first friend she ever made, even though they had only talked briefly.

The twisted toon was about to ask what she was doing, then she heard a voice from the other side. A very familiar voice.

“Audrey! Where are you?” the voice, presumably Alice spoke.

The young woman turned to look at the Demon, seemingly at a loss for words. She turned back to the mic and answered.

“I…I don’t know. It’s dark. And now well I…I don’t know what to do.” she said sadly.

Twist had yet to see the woman look so hopeless, a few hours ago she was bright as ever. The Demoness feared the studio was finally wearing her down. There wasn’t much the demon could do for her anyways.

“Wait there. I’m coming to find you. Just don’t move.”

“…”

“And Audrey, I am sorry for leaving you.” Alice apologized before the speaker went silent.

Audrey looked at her hand, tightening it into a fist. The tension in the air was so thick one could cut through it with a knife.

Never, in these many years within the studio, had Twist felt guilty for something that wasn’t her fault. Twist wasn’t the one who dragged Audrey into this hellhole. However, she felt like she hadn’t done enough to help this innocent soul.

A ferocious growl erupted from within her stomach.

Twist took a step back in shock; realizing she needed to consume.

She approached Audrey, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. Once she had it, Twist wrote on the wall.

“I need to go. Will be back soon.”

Audrey felt her heart sink even further.

“What? No, no you can’t go now. I…Don’t want to be alone.”

Twist shook her head.

“Don’t have a choice. Need to consume.”

A pause.

“Sorry.” Twist signed.

With that, the Demon turned and left.

Audrey watched as the demon strode away, feeling more alone than ever.

Sighing, she went to open the door to the next room.

Her eyes widened when she was greeted with the sight of the little toon she had scared off earlier.

He looked surprised, but quickly regained himself and ran in the opposite direction. Audrey followed him, wanting to give him an apology.

She was led deeper and deeper, until she ventured into an open room. A figure greeted her from the balcony.

His voice boomed across the entire room, making his presence as clear as day.

“I believe there is something special in all of us. Especially you, Audrey.”

Audrey furrowed her eyebrows, squinting at the figure above her.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

“Don’t you know me? Take a good look.” As he said that, he reached for the lamp next to him turning it on to illuminate his face.

Audrey gasped in surprise.

“Aren’t you…?”

Before she could finish her statement, the man cut in.

“Joey Drew? In the flesh! Well, so to speak. Come on up! Let’s take a little walk. There’s something I want to show you.”

Audrey contemplated on it for a good minute before turning to the ladder next to her and climbing up.

She reached the top and approached the man who had created those beloved cartoons she once thought to be innocent, and joy filled.

“There ya go! Follow me but mind your step. This old place is full of surprises.” He said cheerfully, motioning for the young woman to follow.

“I’ll say. I don’t think I will ever fully recover from all of this.” She said rather pessimistically.

The man chuckled at the comment.

“Yeah, being here long enough will do that to ya. I should know. I’ve worked here for quite a long time.” Joey said, making his way towards the next hall, Audrey following him.

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Chapter 16 / Chapter 17

[mayketz]

If any of ya'll need Fanfic Suggestions, Come on by lol

I read a loooooottttttt of Fanfiction.

If you would like good Suggestions for the following fandoms please ask me I need to make use of my knowledge

-Helluva Boss

-Hazbin Hotel

-Helluva Boss+Hazbin Hotel

-Luca(Pixar 2021)

-My Hero Academia

-The Goofy Movie

-Wings Of Fire

-Bendy And The Ink Machine/Bendy And The Dark Revival

I have good long plot ones, long ones with romance, long ones with smut involved, a lot of interesting storylines, Mpreg... if that's what you're into I don't judge, seriously, I've read some pretty crazy things- I have no fear and am also desperate, Fluff, Angst, Hurt Comfort, Really just anything. I don't have any just Smut alone things, but I have ones with lot's smut mixed in.

P.S I will send it in a PROXY LINK because I am on school laptop and normal AO3 is blocked so yeah

[brainyrot]

What if

I had a sneak peak art of what will the future chapters have in my fic...

[blackypanther9]

Masterlist to all the Masterlists of mine

RULES!!!!:

I do not write:

Pedophelia

Incest, Stepcest, etc.

fucked up shit like that.

What I might not write:

Some kinks. (I don't know all of them but there might be some I feel not comfy with)

What I write (Sexual orientation wise):

HETERO (Man x Woman)

GAY (Man x Man) OR (Woman x Woman)

INTERSEXUAL (People with BOTH genders)

GENDERFLUID (Might be horribly explained, I ain't Genderfluid, but practically that is when you feel like a man one day and in five weeks you feel like a woman and dress and behave as such how you feel)

TRANSGENDER (Man in a Woman's body or the other way around, Don't hate me I try to keep this short and simple here !!)

ASEXUAL (Repulsed by the bare mention of the S word OR isn't repulsed by it, but isn't really interested in it (I think it is called Gray Ace...?)

GENDERNEUTRAL/NON - BINARY (Which mostly means no Gender so They/Them I CAN'T USE THAT IN SMUT THOUGH IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME A SEX ON THE BODY !!! So tell me which they have !)

What I usually write:

Dom!Reader x Sub!Character (But you CAN also ask the other way around)

Character ships I will write for:

Any Character x Reader (Name a Gender though !)

Also write Character x Character ( Like...Alastor x Rosie where they just gossip or Charlie and Vaggie with romance or smut)

(I also don't mind to Genderswap. So instead of Charlie being a Female, she is a Male or a different gender. You give me your thoughts and I will try to turn it into a Oneshot !)

Characters I will NOT write for:

The Vees (Hazbin Hotel) Adam (Hazbin Hotel) Lute (Hazbin Hotel) Sera (Hazbin Hotel) They can be mentioned or play a role but I don't do ANY ships with them and the Reader. They can be shipped with each other though, I suppose. And Vox can be friends with Reader, but no romantic shtick. (Still needs to be added)

What I allow to write as Relationship stuff:

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS (Friends, friends turning to Family, like Siblings and stuff...Surrogate Brother/Sister if I am not mistaken we call such, right ?)

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

FAMILY RELATIONSHIPS (Nothing perverted ! Just you know Father - Son relationship, Brother x Brother Relationship and all that stuff, Family relationships are NOT allowed to be SMUT !!!)

What I will write:

ANGST

FLUFF

WHOLESOMENESS

SMUT

HURT/COMFORT

I am usually open minded about a lot, but still I am setting some ground rules. This is all in case I open requests, so keep the page in your line of sight at all times !!

DISCLAIMER !: I do NOT support rape, abuse and other bad behavior ! This is pure fanfiction and fantasy ONLY ! People who can get easily triggered by it, DON'T FUCKING READ IT ! Warnings are at the very top of the beginning smut shot, so READ THEM BEFORE you read the fic !

Reblogging is ALLOWED, but REPOSTING is NOT allowed !!!

MY SIDE BLOGS

@skulduggery-pleasant-bp9

@update-blog-bp9

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED !!!

LOKI LAUFEYSON/ODINSON x READER

Let me tell you a story…Loki x Reader ? (MASTERLIST)

LOKI X READER SMUT MASTERLIST

Loki x Reader Smut Masterlist 2 !

MASTERLIST OF LOVING SOMEONE IS HARD, TO KEEP THEM SAFE IS EVEN HARDER...(Loki x Male!Reader)

Masterlist of Loki x Reader Oneshots x little stories

Friends (Loki x Fem!Reader) Masterlist (COMPLETED !!)

The mischievous one (Loki x Fem!Reader) Masterlist

Loki x Reader -> Killer Love MASTERLIST ! (Discontinued)

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Loki Laufeyson/Odinson x Reader with another Fandom Crossover

  "The Spook - Loki x Reader (Marvel x Fnaf Crossover)"  MASTERLIST

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Halloween Masterlist (2020,2021,2022...)

Lokius (Mobius x Loki) Masterlist

Christmas Masterlist (Loki x Reader)

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OTHER CHARACTERS x READER

Marvel x Reader smut masterlist

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Lego Ninjago x Reader

Secrets... Morro x Reader (Ninjago) MASTERLIST COMPLETED !!!

Ninjago Masterlist Uncle x Father!MaleReader

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Sleepy Hollow 1999 x Reader

Headless Horseman (Sleepy Hollow 1999) x Reader MASTERLIST

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Mr. Hopp’s Playhouse x Reader

Mr. Hopp x Reader MASTERLIST

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Bendy and the Ink Machine x Reader

Bendy (and the Ink Machine) x Reader

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William Afton x Reader

William Afton x Reader Oneshots

(Movie) William Afton x Reader Oneshots

How to turn a Killer into a Bunny – (FNaF Movie)William Afton x Male!Reader

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Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Father!Alastor x Son!Reader MASTERLIST

Alastor x Reader Oneshots Masterlist

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Scream

Scream Movie 1996 MASTERLIST

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Other Characters without Reader input

Marvel Ships (No Reader input)

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Other characters x Reader (With another Fandom crossover)

Masterlist Bruno Madrigal x Male!Reader with another Fandom Crossover

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Other

Funny doodles

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Sites where you can also find me

YouTube

AO3

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[kamdicegirl]

Phew! That took longer than I thought but it's done.

Jail-Broken:

After the cup brothers land in jail for breaking and entering a cookie factory, they attempt to break out but failed miserably. That is until they catch the attention of 3 inmates, Charley, Barley and Edgar who are also planning to bust out of prison and need some extra hands. Can they trust them?

[bloody-peach]

Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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[chertila3000]

Another short excerpt from a chapter of my fanfic. For context: Bendy and Cuphead went grocery shopping and one woman in line mistook Bendy for a child and forced Cuphead to put the demon in the children's section of the cart.

Translation:

Bendy: "Are you happy?"

Cuphead: "Yes"

Zhedekpot *they always forget about me*

[thestars-shinebright]

Calling all my BATIM lovers >:)

Hey guys! Quick update before I get into what I’m making this post for:

I apologize for the delay in works being published :( I’m working on the Dr. Sherman headcanons, and then the Kinito oneshot is next!

Howeverrr

I’ll soon be writing for Bendy and the Ink Machine! I can’t wait to start writing for this game! Feel free to go ahead and put in your requests!

Love y’all! <3

[cobbie-crow]

Based on the fanfiction "The Ghost That You Know By Name" by @star-going-supernova.

-As I promised. I look forward to the next chapters.

[uselessalexis165]

So, basically the universe is some old guy’s vent fic

[jase-is-ace]

Back into the Pit

Chapter 19: Into the City

The trio made their way into the city, Audrey took in everything.

Even though it was like a ghost town, she couldn’t help but admire the quiet streets with such a beautiful moon above illuminating the path before her.

“Woah.” She marveled.

Bendy and Twisty had to take a lot more strides to keep up with the young animator. They themselves delighted themselves by sitting on anything and everything they could.

Bendy enjoyed it more than Twist but she couldn’t deny how cute he looked when he swung his little legs over the edge of the benches.

Twist herself preferred standing. She didn’t like the idea of letting her guard down.

She kept up with Audrey often whistling for Bendy to follow them.

“Hey, I’m kind of looking for the old GENT building. Either of you know where it is?”

Both toons had different reactions.

Bendy shook his hands in a dismissive manner, hiding his face in his hands and shaking his head.

Twist, on the other hand, was livid.

She growled at Audrey and stepped between Bendy and her as if protecting him from a new threat.

Audrey panicked and quickly backtracked.

“Wait, no. I’m sorry. Is it a bad place.”

Bendy wasn’t stupid. He knew Twist underwent the same torturous experiments he had in order to achieve an acceptable form.

It made his heart sink.

Twist shook her head. Audrey took a minute to word her next words carefully.

“You two don’t need to worry about a thing. I promise I will protect you.” She reassured them.

Bendy looked hopeful but Twist scoffed.

She did relent and followed Audrey’s lead. They needed an ID card and Audrey made it a point to let Bendy help her out.

He wanted to be useful and so went from garbage bin to garbage bin, looking for any clues. The little toon pointed to each thing he thought would hold the ID.

Audrey happily followed the toon’s lead. Twist found amusement with their shenanigans and giggled as well.

Eventually Audrey did find a clue thanks to Bendy. She congratulated him and gave the top of his head a ruffle. He snickered and smiled at her.

The animator had the toons wait on the couch within the hotel as she ventured to the upper floors.

Bendy swung his legs lazily over the edge of the couch. Twist sat behind the front desk playing with the Boris plush and the doll of herself, her gift.

Twist glanced at the devil darling, her mouth squeezing into a thin line.

She whistled to get his attention; he looked up from the floor to meet her gaze.

“I am sorry.” She signed.

Bendy responded, “For what?”

“For leaving and never coming back. I got taken by the keepers.”

“I know. I thought you were dead. Now I worry about what they did to you.”

She frowned.

“Everything you might expect from those jerks.” She signed.

The devil nodded and returned his stare to the floor.

Twist heard a clang coming from the outside, she quickly stood up to investigate, urging her friend to stay put and hide if needed be.

He nodded.

She ventured out to see that it was a can that fell from a higher balcony.

Twist sighed; she was getting too paranoid. She went to let Bendy know that it was a false alarm only to see that… He was gone.

Twist’s heart rate picked up. Just then, Audrey leapt down from the higher floor, looking a little more on edge than normal.

Twist ran up to her and pointed to the spot where Bendy once was and made a bunch of gestures.

Audrey also seemed worried about her new companion, so they both ventured out and looked everywhere.

They eventually had to go back to enter the GENT building, hoping that Bendy was okay. After Banishing a few lost ones, Audrey slipped in the ID card and opened the door.

The two walked in and took in the wretched building that did more harm than good. Suddenly, the Ink Demon came crashing down from above.

The girls stumbled back in shock and terror. Without much thought, the little demon bolted in front of the animator, holding out her arms to the side as a sort of shield.

The Ink Demon advanced on all fours, closing the distance between them.

Twist desperately signed to him, trying to get through to Bendy.

“Bendy, please. I know you’re there! Wake up!”

Her pleas came out as whistles that fell upon deaf ears or rather, ears that did not want to listen. Its claws were mere inches away from Twist’s face and she shut her eyes.

The large signal towers suddenly sparked to life, emitting that horrible sound.

All three of them grasped their heads simultaneously, trying to shut out the headache.

Audrey looked up just in time to see the Ink Demon’s monstrous form shed into the cartoon form she had previously been fawning over.

She looked on in shock as he walked towards the left looking worse for wear.

He disappeared.

Twist shook her crowded head as the towers finally shut off. That was…quite the encounter.

She turned to see Audrey standing at her feet and giving her a look.

The cat’s out of the bag.

Time to explain.

Chapter 18 / Chapter 20

[clonedchaos]

Machine Memories- Day 3: Hoax

Summary:

Sammy defies Wilson’s news. His Lord, the most powerful and influential being in this realm— dead? Impossible.

Rating: G/PG

”Children of the machine, have we not suffered enough? Our Lord has been slain, from the hands of an outsider. Will we suffer this injustice?? Will we bow our heads to a false ruler?? Or will we stand by our Lord? Will we search every corner of this world to find him, if alive-- as I can feel he is?? Heed my words, sheep. The Ink Demon is not dead. He is still with us, waiting to free us from our inky prisons. We must free him! We must usurp this threat to our sanctity! We must free our Lord!”

The Lost Ones gathered in the city streets below Sammy chorused their agreement, holding their weapons and fists high. Axes and pipes held at the ready, his followers were devoted in their cause. And what was their cause? Bring back their savior, the one who will finally put an end to their ink-stained hell— The Ink Demon.

Sammy’s fingers curled tighter around the axe’s hilt. There was no time to dither about. From the moment one of Wilson’s posters had been strewn up in the music department, Sammy knew he had to act. The visceral hatred towards this outsider had come to a head, and Sammy had his followers to back his conviction.

Such faith egged him onwards towards Wilson’s hideout. The man was rumored to hole himself in behind the boarded-up entrance of the Gent Factory.

Peculiar, he couldn’t recall when this location had sprung up. Had it always been here? Merely tucked away and veiled from prying eyes? Or was there something more to it?

Sammy reached the wooden boards and held up a hand for his followers. They obeyed the unspoken gesture— such loyal little sheep they were.

The musician brandished his brass axe with the back of his hand before bringing it down on the boards. It cut through smooth as butter. With a bit more demolition, there was enough room for him and his followers to flood into the next room.

Wilson was right there. Not hiding like he had anticipated, merely standing at the top of the steps with a malignant gleam in his eye. Two mechanical beasts flanked him, their spotlights scouring across him and his group like hungry dogs. Perhaps he had made too much clamor in the street. Not ideal cover for a sneak attack.

Sammy pointed the tip of his axe toward the man. “Blasphemer! What have you done to our lord?” He demanded, his voice carrying across the wide-open ceiling.

Wilson regarded him coolly with that same glint in his eye but refused to speak. 

How dare he look down on him like dirt! He was the Lord’s prophet, not a position he took lightly by any means. What he deserved was respect.

Sammy gritted his teeth. “For all the lies and false promises you circulated across this inky hellscape, it is time for you to pay the price, my little sheep. Our Lord is calling for us, even now. Can you hear him? I can still feel his presence. He will come for you.”

Wilson regarded him with an almost pensive expression, like he was only a lab rat for him to study. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the Keeper at his side lunged for Sammy. Rivulets of red raced across the Keeper's chest in a burst of color that had the musician briefly stunned.

In a rush of adrenaline, Sammy just barely managed to bring his axe down atop the Keeper's hand. The mechanical horror screeched, a sound that pierced his eardrums like nails on a chalkboard. It uncurled its other arm-- it had two of them? Sammy was grabbed by the throat and lifted into the air. His axe clattered against the floorboards. The weapon wouldn't be able to aid him anyhow, the Keeper had a grip like iron.

As he kicked and thrashed, his anger came to a full boil. "Heed my words, outsider! You do not know what you've done; Bendy will rise again! Our Lord would not abandon us! So kill me if you must! My words are true!"

Wilson appeared to chuckle at that. His followers watched helplessly; not wanting to risk their own skin for his sake, obviously. No matter. He would be a sacrifice. A sacrifice in the name of his savior.

"Kill you? No," Wilson finally croaked with a wicked sneer. "I have a different plan in mind, my dear Cycle breaker."

[queenofcats17]

So, @sbpstudios and I were talking and this idea popped into my head and wouldn't leave so.... Have Sammy drowning Jack.

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When Sammy came down to the sewers that day, Jack had no idea what was about to happen to him.

By all accounts, it had been an ordinary day for Jack up until that point. He'd been plugging away at the lyrics for the new Alice Angel song for most of the day and had been considering stepping out to get a cup of coffee and some fresh air, hoping it would help his creative process a bit.

But Sammy entered the sewers first.

"Hey, Sammy!" Jack gave a big smile and a wave as his friend approached, sloshing through the ink.

"Jack." Sammy gave a curt nod, stopping just short of Jack's little cubicle.

He looked more like his old self, no untucked and ink-stained shirt, no wild and disheveled hair. Just Sammy Lawrence, his clothing the normal amount of rumpled and his hair the usual level of mussed.

Jack's smile widened. "It's good to see you! I've hardly seen hide nor hair of you lately."

And when he had seen Sammy, the other man had been erratic and volatile, and not in the way Sammy usually was. Sammy had a short fuse, Jack knew this well. But whatever was going on had nothing to do with a short fuse. The look in Sammy's eyes told him that much.

"It's... Good to see you too," Sammy replied, smiling slightly. "I... apologize for my absence. I've had... a lot on my mind."

The sight of his smile calmed Jack. He'd been so worried about Sammy. But now... Now Sammy seemed like himself again.

"It's alright," Jack assured him. "You seem like you're doing better."

Sammy nodded, his eyes roaming around the sewer. "I am. My mind has been... so jumbled as of late. But now..." His smile widened as his gaze finally settled on Jack. "Now everything seems clear."

There was a vaguely manic edge to Sammy's smile. A terrifying intensity to his gaze as he watched Jack.

Anyone else might have been unsettled by these words and by the way Sammy was smiling, but Jack was unbothered. Sammy was his best friend. Sammy would never hurt him. Or, at least, that was what he believed.

"Glad to hear your head's not so cluttered now," Jack said, shifting so that he was leaning one elbow on his desk. "I was getting pretty worried about you for a bit there."

Sammy's expression softened slightly, the manic edge in his expression vanishing. "I'm sorry for making you worry, Jack," he said, voice soft and gentle.

"Like I said, it's alright," Jack said, leaning forward to pat Sammy's shoulder. "I'm just glad you seem better now."

The soft expression on Sammy's face became once more tinged with that mania as he nodded. "Yes, I'm feeling much better."

"Happy to hear it." Jack turned back to his work. "Say, if you've got a minute, I'd love to hear your thoughts on these lyrics. I think I've hit a bit of a wall and I could use your input."

"I didn't come here to talk about work, Jack." Sammy moved closer. He was right beside Jack now, remaining in the ink while he rested his hands on Jack's shoulders.

"Then what did you come to talk about?" Jack asked, frowning slightly as he turned to look at his friend.

Sammy's smile widened once more. "I have something I want to show you, Jack."

Only now did Jack begin to get nervous. He was suddenly aware of the manic edge to Sammy's smile, the intensity in his friend's gaze.

"Something to show me?" Jack repeated with a nervous laugh. "What kind of something?"

Sammy's grip on Jack's shoulders tightened. "Something wonderful," he whispered.

Jack laughed again. "Alright. You're starting to freak me out a little, Sammy," he said, trying gently to pry Sammy's hands off of him.

However, Sammy's grip was tight, painfully so, and Jack found himself unable to dislodge Sammy's fingers.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, Jack." A giggle drifted from Sammy's lips, high and desperate. His eyes were wide, his expression even more manic now. "It's beautiful. You'll see."

"Sammy, you're really scaring me." Jack was beginning to breathe a bit quicker now, trying more desperately to remove himself from Sammy's hold.

But Sammy continued to hold firm, dragging Jack from his chair with a strength he had never before possessed.

"I was given a gift, Jack," he said. "And now I'm going to give it to you." He shifted his hold to dangle Jack over the ink.

Jack's breath was coming even quicker now. "Sammy, let me go!" His arms were trapped, so he tried to use his legs to kick himself away from Sammy. He managed to nail Sammy in the stomach, which caused Sammy to falter a bit, but he didn't drop Jack.

"Don't fight it, Jack," he gasped, dropping to his knees as he lowered Jack toward the ink. "You're going to be reborn."

"Sammy, stop it!"

"Just trust me, Jack. This is going to be wonderful."

Soon, Jack's face dipped beneath the ink. That was when Jack began to fight even harder. He kicked and scratched, his nails tearing into Sammy's arms wherever he could reach. But Sammy didn't let go, and his kneeling on Jack's legs prevented any of Jack's kicks from landing.

"Soon you'll see," Sammy whispered in a sing-song voice. "Soon you'll see what I see."

He was sure Jack would be as happy as he was. They would be enlightened together, able to spread the gospel of their Lord as a pair! They would lead their flock together, writing beautiful songs of praise. It would be wonderful. Ever so wonderful.

Eventually, Jack stopped struggling, his body going limp. Sammy took this as a sign that Jack had accepted his fate.

"See? I told you it wouldn't be so bad," he said, shifting back to raise Jack from the ink. "How do you feel, my friend?"

Jack didn't respond. His head lolled forward, his face frozen in a scream. Ink dropped out from his open mouth.

Sammy frowned. "Jack?"

Jack wasn't breathing. Sammy realized this with a cold clarity.

His friend was dead.

His friend was dead.

No...

No!

It wasn't supposed to be like this!

They were supposed to spread their Lord's gospel together!

Sammy scrambled to his feet, holding Jack's body close to his chest. He could fix this. He had to be able to fix this! He couldn't lose Jack! Not like this! His mind raced as he tried desperately to find some solution to this predicament. There had to be something he could do!

Then it hit him.

"The machine..."

The machine could revive Jack. The machine would give him his friend back.

Sammy let out a high and desperate laugh, stumbling for the stairs.

Soon... Soon they would praise their Lord together.

Soon... He would hear them.

He would set them free.

[brainyrot]

The people of IM Universe (those you remember) going to BATIM in full detail! Or the dog gets it 🐶 🤺/j

"the..hell?.." ink dripping from the walls, yellow everywhere, posters about people he seems to know but..not quite.

it's a studio, he thinks, maybe he's just dreaming. Or he's drunk, that's also an option, but he doesn't remember neither drinking nor going to sleep.

as he gets up, he touches his face, realizing he has a crack. "Ugh.." what a pain. "Mugman?" He asks, quietly, who knows who or what's in here.

but now that he gets a full view of things, this is weird.

There's posters of..Boris. of..Alice? Of bendy? Portraying different adventures, like some kind of tv show or cartoon. But neither of them had a history of..being in any kind of stuff like that.

"what the cuss is this.." he whispers to himself, already thinking of shooting in the face the first thing he sees moving, but it's so dead in here the only noises you can hear is his own breathing.

the more he wanders in, the more it gets freaky. There's various desks of what seems to be animator's desks, doodles of bendy, of his own best friend? Who is the freak drawing bendy so much?

there's studies of bendy, animations..or.. recordings. He can't tell, there's even stuff written on the walls. This is just creepy.

"he lied to us"

"dreams come true"

"beware the ink demon"

There's a demon here now? Just GREAT. just what he NEEDED. And by the name he's..an ink demon. Frankly he never saw one, nor heard of one. He assumes it's some subspecies of a water demon, or something like that.

..so the ink all over the place is from that demon guy, huh? Okay..

the door is shut, he can't go back out, so the only other solutions aside from standing in one place until he rots and dies, is keep walking and (hopefully) find another way out.

the posters just keep appearing on the walls, even cutouts now are around which makes things even more..weird. it's all about cussing bendy. Why is it all about bendy? Are they some worshipping demon cult? And the demon they are worshipping is bendy? That's just..weird. eugh. He never understood these kind of people.

but it would also explain the "ink demon" deal. But then, why "beware"? Bendy is anything but dangerous or something to be cautious of.

but the more he looks around the more disgusted he gets. It smells like rotten corpses in here, and he doesn't know why since the only thing here is ink.

maybe the ink were all victims of the ink illness..but it doesn't explain the smell..no one ever smelled like an actual corpse after melting. Rather, it smelled like ink, and that's it. That's why it was so horrifying to look at.

It's ink.

There's no trace of the person left anymore.

oh but Boris' corpse cut open on the table can explain the smell more than the ink.

"wh- BORIS!" The cup shouts, horror in his eyes and air leaving his lungs.

What the hell happened here?! who did this?! Why is Boris here..cut open with..

The dark.. puddles... awaken.."

Okay this is bad. REALLY BAD. The kid didn't deserve it, and now- there's a possible threat around.

if-

..if this happened to boris- then- then what about mugman? If they even dared to lay a finger on him, he'll blow this place up.

finger up, bullet ready.

But no one is there.

breathing, not his own.

faint laugh, not his.

ink.. coming..out of the walls?

there's surely a demon here, and..and no.

No it couldn't be the demon. it just can't be. The demon would have been way too brutal, maybe someone that works for the demon? A debtor?

where the hell did he end up to? Where the hell did they get Boris?! who did this?!

how is he gonna explain this to bendy?! He can't deal with something like this! Not right now! Not- ever.

"-HEAD?! CUPHEAD?" mugman.

MUGMAN! "MUGS!" oh stars. Is he here too?!

"MUGS WHERE ARE YOU?! ARE YOU HURT?!"

Run. Run as fast as you can.

"uh- NO! but..you gotta see this.." see what?

"..wh-"

"I think we found..the ink machine."

A voice. A soul. The ink speaks to me.

It tells me your secrets.