hopelessromance21

[hopelessromance21]

savage bonds should be up sometime tomorrow around midnight est! i’ll be posting some teasers to get everyone excited tonight!

[hopelessromance21]

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ,

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ,

ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ғɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ʜᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ

(sᴏʀᴛᴀ… ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ), sᴜʙᴍɪssɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ,

ᴘᴏʀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ, ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ғᴀɴ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ

ғᴏʀ sɪᴍᴘʏ

[ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ] 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙔𝙈𝙄𝘼” (3/3)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,742

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here we are, part 3! i would rate this ���️🌶️ out of 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️.

June and Lune belong to @simpymf

💃 enjoyyy~

THE SURFACE

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐑

21XX

[ᴘ ᴀ ᴄ ɪ ғ ɪ s ᴛ]

Lune left you in the break room alone, stepping out into the dining room again.

You stood mute against the locker, face aflame with the knowledge of what awaited you at the end of the night. Dazed, you looked around the room, gathering yourself slowly.

You brushed a hand through your hair, the other holding firm on the keys to Lune’s apartment. Once your mind was working properly again, you stepped out of the break room, quietly walking back to the front door.

You walked back to Lune’s apartment, the distance passing in a blur as your mind was preoccupied with your imagination of what Lune would do to you… of what she did in that break room.

You arrived at Lune’s apartment building and stepped inside, climbing the two flights of stairs needed to reach her door. Her keys jingled in your hand as you took them out to unlock the door.

You had been to this apartment before, hosted by June. You two had lunches and romantic dinners here, spent time talking or watching movies, and you had slept over once or twice.

But opening the door, it felt like an entirely different apartment. Despite nothing changed, the furniture and the layout all the same, it held a more mysterious and sober air as you stepped into the dark entryway.

You closed the door behind you and turned on some lights, leaving your shoes by the door. You were once again met with the living room, the cozy couch set in front of the tv, a bookshelf and lamp set against the wall.

To your right was the open kitchen; plain white countertops and dark wood cabinets, a stove, refrigerator and microwave, and a small island with a breakfast bar. Past the kitchen was the hallway, where the bathroom and the bedroom was.

Outside it was past dusk, the city bathed in blue with stars twinkling overhead. Cars and other noises of the city polluted an otherwise peaceful night.

You walked in silence to the bedroom, peeking inside. It felt odd to be here alone, without June or Lune accompanying you in their space, and the innocent action of stepping onto their bedroom rug felt like some sort of sin.

You stepped inside the bedroom, looking around in perverted curiosity. The bed was neatly made up, the pillows set against the headboard and the covers pulled up. You recognized the clothes left around by June’s scatterbrained tendencies, shoes kicked off here and there, but the room was otherwise tidy.

Opening the closet, you found clothes of varying colors and styles hung and folded in their rightful places. You carefully sorted through the hanging clothes before finding a black hoodie you had seen Lune wearing before.

Whatever possessed you was too strong to fight as you took the hoodie out of the closet and pulled it on. It fit loosely around your body and surrounded you in the scent of Lune. You blushed as you held the collar to your nose and breathed in and out, retreating out of the bedroom before you went further into Lune’s wardrobe.

Stepping out into the living room, you drew out your phone to see how much time had passed…

45 minutes.

You groaned, dreading the next 4 hours you had left to spend without Lune. You settled on the couch to watch TV— not feeling comfortable rooting around Lune’s kitchen.

After an hour of watching TV, you fell asleep, curled up under a blanket, your nose snuggled into Lune’s hoodie.

And that’s how Lune found you when she got home.

Her five hours of work passed both too slowly and too fast. She was annoyed at any delay or difficult customer that wasted her time and kept her from completing actual work. And when she was working consistently and the passage of time became noticeable, she grew flustered, trying to stall for time, not prepared for what was waiting for her at home.

She replayed the interaction that occurred in that break room thousands of times. Something about your proximity in that moment intoxicated her, left her thoughtless and hungry. She just wanted you, and now she hated that her job got in the way.

Lune disliked the heavy feeling of anxiety in her chest. It wasn’t a feeling she often felt, and all feelings were muted and dull around the edges from their borrowed sources. Still, she felt it. It left her mouth dry and fuzzy.

She finished her shift and clocked out, gathering her items out of her locker before leaving the darkly lit, grimy establishment. Outside in the chill of approaching winter, Lune breathed in and out, banishing any lingering hesitation she held.

Despite her reservations, she now knew very clearly that you cared about her and there was no use in questioning it. And she knew that you were attracted to her, possibly waiting all this time for a move from Lune that never came.

And despite her inability to feel or express it, Lune did want to show that she gave a shit about you. And now she knew how.

Her walk home was quiet and uneventful, leaving her to her thoughts, to imagine what she would be greeted with at the door. Now able to think more clearly in the silence, Lune was thankful that June’s consciousness was completely dormant, peacefully sleeping and unable to chatter on with unhelpful commentary or give her bad advice. Her opinion was the last thing Lune needed at this moment.

Arriving at her door, Lune habitually reached for her keys before remembering that she didn’t have them. She tried the doorknob and found it turned under her grip, twisting open to let her into her home.

The TV played faintly in the open living room, some late night show going for the motionless figure stretched across the couch. At the door, Lune quietly closed and locked it before slipping off her shoes. She approached the couch slowly, looking over the armrest to find you sleeping peacefully in wait for her.

Lune circled around the couch and sat at the other end, the dip in the cushion and the sound of her shuffling movement enough to wake you. You opened your eyes, first seeing the bright TV still playing. Looking to your right, you saw Lune sitting at your feet, one of her arms draped over the back of the couch.

“Oh… God, I fell asleep,” you realized, sitting up and rubbing your face of any lingering tiredness.

You heard Lune scoff at your obvious words. When you looked at her again, she was still watching the TV, an intense focus in her eyes.

You shuffled closer, sitting next to her now. You tried to read her features, as impossible as it was. To you, she looked… distant and focused. Thoughts swam in her eyes that you couldn’t distinguish.

“… how was work?” You began to ask, hoping to open a conversation with her.

Breathing in, Lune removed her focus from the TV and looked at you. She noticed the borrowed hoodie that you wore, the sight giving her pause, and leaving your question in silence. Finally she looked into your eyes, bright lemon irises seeming to glow in the dimness of the room.

“Fine. Nothing really happened,” she answered.

A beat of silence passed between you; you, searching for anything to respond with, her, trying to get around to what she wanted to do.

Her hand pressing against the small of your back startled you out of any words you prepared to say. Instead you stared at her, expectant and hopeful. The slight pressure she gave with her hand guided you to move, slowly following to sit on her lap.

Already, you felt flushed and speechless as you sat here, looking down at Lune. Her eyes roamed over you, her hands shifting under her hoodie that you wore.

“You missed me or something?” she asked, her voice a low murmur that you almost didn’t catch. Her voice was deadpan, but you were certain she was being sarcastic.

Goosebumps ran up your arms and wherever her warm palms coasted over. You nodded before you could find your words, a nervous grin rising to your face. “‘f course… always do…”

Lune chuckled, though it was dry. Somehow it gave you flutters, the almost patronizing laugh exciting you in an odd way.

“You’re so obvious… I can't believe I didn’t see it before,” Lune spoke, tilting her head back to look up at you.

She held your hips and pulled you closer, bringing you to seat yourself completely on her lap. You obeyed, resting your weight on her, leaning your chest onto hers. You could almost taste her lips again, eager to kiss her again and grow lost in her touch…

“I can’t believe I didn’t see how fucking horny you are for me…”

Those were Lune’s final words before she ensnared your mouth with hers, kissing you hard and firm. Her hands grabbed at your hips and waist, locking you down on her lap.

You squealed in delight, face burning with delicious shame at how Lune saw right through you now. Your arms wrapped around her neck, melting into the passionate and filthy kiss that you were subject to. Lune wanted to devour you, it seemed. Her tongue roamed your mouth obscenely, leaving no part unexplored for her.

You moaned breathlessly, left to squirm in her lap as she stole the air from your lungs. When she finally broke the kiss, you breathed in deep, mouth agape and senses fuzzy with delight. You didn’t have long to recover before she pulled you back in, taking you through the same dizzying experience. Her teeth bit at your lip, her tongue bullied your mouth to open wider.

As she kissed you into a daze her hands moved, one keeping a firm hold on your hips while the other traveled under the hoodie and your shirt. Her palm slid up, up, up your stomach and to your chest. Her fingers wormed under your bra to cup one of your breasts, her thumb rolling over your nipple before pinching and tweaking it, teasing you with the pleasing pain.

As you reacted to her touch with a curve of your spine and a whine from your throat, her other hand remained at your hip, groping and squeezing on your ass before moving down to your thigh. She felt your legs clench around her body in response to her actions.

She pulled away from the kiss to look at you, staring with always-intense eyes at your flushed face. You blinked back at her in a daze, and as if reading her mind, pulled off her hoodie and your shirt with it. She didn’t need to ask for you to undress, you were desperate to take it all off.

Lune smirked, barely amused by your eagerness. Her eyes devoured the sight of your bare skin, watching you reach behind and unclamp your bra as well.

From a stronger pinch of your nipple, you reacted with a gasp and roll of your hips, growing restless and aching above her. Lune caught this, intrigued as her hand gripped your thigh.

“What, this isn’t enough for you? You need more, baby?” she asked, breathing on your neck.

You responded with a breathless gasp, nodding as your hands clung to the front of her jacket.

“You’re so desperate to get off, aren’t you? Willing to do anything… you’re lucky I’m in a good mood right now…”

You shuddered from the tone of her voice, so cold and uninterested, a fraction of amusement in her undertone, teasing you and touching you in the dark.

You felt her fingers unfasten your shorts, leaving them loose around your hips. Without direction you got up and shimmied them off, taking your tights off with them.

Before you could remove your underwear, Lune pulled you back down onto her lap, now with you straddling her thigh. She remained fully clothed in her jeans and shirt, with a jacket on for the cold outside. Her fingers worked at unzipping her jacket, but she took her time with it.

“Look how nice I am, letting you ride my thigh to your heart’s content. Go on…”

Her eyes commanded you, and you were eager to do whatever she demanded. Holding her shoulders, you began rocking your hips on her thigh. The friction between her jeans and your clothed cunt was barely enough— making you hotter and wetter, but hardly satisfying you with the stimulation.

Lune watched, her jacket unzipped and off, leaving her in a grey t-shirt. Her eyes stared at your body as you swayed back and forth on her lap, your face the picture of neediness and desperation. Her hands rested on your waist, warming your skin with her touch.

You whined, your face flushed red as you felt the meager friction of your cunt on Lune’s thigh making you more wound up, but nowhere near enough for release. You wanted more. You wanted her.

“Please…” you whimpered, your head low as you rocked against her leg, your underwear pulled tight against your cunt from the forward movement.

Lune tilted her head, staring at you with eyes alight with… satisfaction.

“What’s that, horny girl? You want more?”

You nodded, biting your lip as you lifted your head and looked at her with begging eyes. You saw her smirk, and she held your chin to keep your eyes on her.

“You want more than my thigh to hump? Then beg.”

Your face was hot with shame already, and it felt hotter as Lune gave you your only options. You lowered your head, gasping shakily as you thrusted your hips on her thigh.

“Ngh- G-God… please… please, Lune- I can’t- mh-… ha- I need more… n-need- ah… n-need you…”

Lune watched you desperately hump her leg, feeling her thigh grow warmer with the friction and slightly damp from your wetness. She stared with apathy as you whispered desperate pleadings to her, your voice barely an octave higher than the TV that played at low volume in the background. Your gasps and breathless pants filled the otherwise silent apartment as you tried to chase a high Lune knew you couldn’t get in this way.

“P-Please-! F… fuck…”

She let out a laughing breath through her nose, grabbing your hips and making you stop.

“Up.”

Your breath shuddered as Lune commanded you with her voice and hands. You stood up, standing on nearly trembling legs. You felt her fingertips dance over your bare thighs before tugging down your underwear.

The flimsy cloth slipped down your legs with ease, leaving you bare while Lune sat fully clothed on the couch. Weakly, you grabbed at her shirt, tugging on the front in a pitiful beg to see some of her skin.

Her features refused to flinch as she watched you, the only sign of her compliance being her torso leaning forward. She let you lean down to gather the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. As you leaned closer, she breathed on your neck, inhaling deep before exhaling hot breath on your skin.

Her hand pressed between your thighs and pushed them apart, palm cupping your warm cunt as her middle finger began to slide between your folds. She felt the slickness of your womanhood, your body prepared for whatever to come.

You shivered, blindly guided to sit on your knees above Lune’s lap. She held you up with a hand on the curve of your ass. Her eyes stared up at your face, drinking in the vision of you bare and submissive to her every whim.

Her finger only traced the outer parts of your cunt, running her fingertip up and down the middle, circling around your clit after nudging the hood up. She watched you gasp out, your features contorting into bliss as you selfishly rocked your hips into her hand.

“So fucking needy,” Lune scoffed, her voice awakening your body as your heart fluttered. You felt your walls clench around nothing.

“So needy… like a little whore…”

Your eyes were shut, unable to see that Lune watched your reaction to her words, testing what would go well and what wouldn’t. She didn’t realize that you would happily take any vile and degrading name she threw out.

“Yes…-” you moaned, still rocking your hips down in hopes of more from Lune’s hand. You felt the length of her finger slide across your pussy, fingertip finding your clit and adding pressure there; you whined helplessly as she teased you.

“Fuck- you’re fucking soaked…” you heard her mutter, and her hand left your aching folds.

You frowned in protest until you felt her fingertips prod at your lips. Opening your eyes, you found her watching you expectantly, her index and middle finger waiting at your mouth.

“Suck them, pretty whore.”

It was a demand, one you submitted to without question. You opened her mouth and took her fingers in, sucking and drooling on her digits as filthily as you could. You saw her face flush and eyebrow twitch as you swirled your tongue around her fingers and wriggled between them, thoroughly coating them in your saliva.

Lune smirked as she pulled her fingers out of your mouth, scissoring them to see the gossamers of saliva stretching between her fingers. Her hand slowly dropped while her eyes remained on yours, hypnotizing you with her stony stare.

Your eyes fluttered but refused to close as she traced her two fingers through your folds before finding your entrance. She prodded at it, feeling the gummy flesh give to the slightest pressure and open for her digits. With the added slickness of your saliva, she inserted both fingers slowly.

You swallowed and let your body cave, arms draped over her shoulders and your forehead resting on hers. Through your hazy vision you saw Lune’s eyes staring up at you, quiet and observant.

Lune remained silent as she pumped her fingers into your slick cunt, feeling your walls convulse around her digits. You groaned, gently rocking your hips to match her movements, greedy for any stimulation Lune would give you.

Lune ran her mouth over your jaw, hot breath crawling across your skin and down your neck. Her teeth grazed against your flesh as she listened to your quiet breathing and muted whines. The slickness of your cunt with her thrusting fingers began to emit a wet squelching.

“Tell me what you are,” her voice whispered in your ear. You felt her fingers pulse into you firmer, making you whine.

“I’m- I-I’m a whore…” you muttered, dropping your head to her shoulder. Your hands slid down her shoulders, caressing over her still covered breasts.

“My whore,” Lune crooned almost affectionately as she curled her fingers, her middle finger rubbing into your g-spot. She felt your gummy walls clamp and then yawn around her.

“Y-Yours… ah-”

You moaned and squirmed restlessly, rocking your hips into her hand in desperation. You plucked at her bra straps in a silent question. She lifted her torso in response, attaching her mouth to your neck and biting on your soft skin.

Gasping softly as Lune teased your g-spot again, you unhooked her bra and slid it off the one arm you could; your hands found her breasts, full, soft, and pale. You squeezed and massaged them, thumbing her nipples as they firmed in the cool air.

“Fuck-” you heard her growl against your neck, her tongue running along the bruise she left on your skin.

Her free hand held your hip as you rode her fingers, cunt drooling and wet as she pulsed her nimble fingers into you. She thumbed your clit, rubbing slow circles into the sensitive nub.

“Lune… ha- oh fuck-…” you moaned, squealing as she abused both sensitive areas. You heard her chuckle darkly.

You felt so close to your finish, eyes growing teary and vision hazy with bliss. You rocked your hips desperately, hissing in pleasure as Lune curled her fingers.

“Mm… gonna cum for me, little whore?” Lune murmured against your jaw, feeling your gummy insides flutter and move as if gasping around her fingers.

You nodded hastily, whimpering into her neck as you hugged her close.

“Please, please, please, please Lune,” you begged. “‘m so close- f-fuck… please, I wanna cum…”

Lune listened with steady breath as you whined and moaned to her, squirming in her lap with the pressure in your gut nearly at the tipping point. She breathed slowly on your bare shoulder, lips pressing to your collarbone as she continued pumping her fingers into you.

You bit your lip as you felt the pressure mount in your gut, Lune’s fingers working you up to the climax you were desperate for. Your tipping point was a final brush against your g-spot, bringing you to sob in delight as your body was engulfed in euphoric bliss.

Lune watched as your body seized on her fingers before relaxing, easing you out of your climax with continued movement from her fingers. Finally she pulled her hand away, her bra slipping off her freed arm.

You relaxed in her lap, breathing softly, sniffling with teary eyes as you returned from your high. You caressed down her waist, looking up at her profile while your head rested on her shoulder.

Lune shifted, laying you back on the couch. You watched as she unfastened her pants and slipped them off with her underwear. She began to climb on top of your blushing figure, her eyes glinted with muted amusement at your dazed state.

“You didn’t have any other plans tonight, did you?” she asked, leaning over your reclined body.

You blinked dumbly, processing her words. Finally you shook your head in an answer.

“N-No…”

Looking up at her face, you watched the corner of her mouth twitch before she grinned in a way that was wicked and nefarious with intention.

Your body felt engulfed in warmth as Lune settled between your legs, her hands on your hips. Her hot breath fanned over your face, her eyes alight with an excitement you had never seen before.

Her hand traveled up and rested over your sternum. Oddly, you felt a fluttering ache there… as if your very SOUL was responding to her.

Her voice growled in your ear as she leaned in.

“Good. I’ve got a lot I want to show you.”

[hopelessromance21]

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ,

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴠɪsɪᴛ,

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ

ɪᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴏʀɴ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀ��ᴛᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ‘ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs’

[ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ] 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙔𝙈𝙄𝘼” (2/3)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,358

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Part 2 💃 Things get a little 🌶️ towards the end. The third and final chapter is nothing but smut, basically.

June and Lune is @simpymf ‘s character and this whole thing is her getting her One Chance.

THE SURFACE

𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄/𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐄’𝐒

𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

21XX

[ᴘ ᴀ ᴄ ɪ ғ ɪ s ᴛ]

It had been several weeks since the last date without much said between you and Lune. Unfortunately life got in the way of dating at times, and Lune found her schedule just as swamped as yours.

According to June, everything was fine. You weren’t mad, just too busy to return to late night dates with Lune. You missed her and told her so through text. June tried to coach Lune on what to say back.

‘Say “I miss you too!”’

‘But I don’t.’

‘WH-! Lune!!’

‘June, I’m literally, physically incapable of giving a shit.’

‘So you’re gonna tell her you DON’T miss her?!’

“Mmh…”

Lune contemplated what to say as your text message remained open. Her thumbs tapped on the screen as she wrote a phrase, then deleted it letter by letter and rethought her reply.

Finally, she simply typed and sent: yeah.

‘Lune!!’

“Tch-” Lune scoffed, shrugging off June’s persistent presence in her mind to focus on preparing for work.

Lune tied up her hair into a high ponytail, studying the subtle makeup that fell within the requirements outlined in the group text.

“They better not make me wear that damn bunny suit,” Lune huffed, smacking her lips together as the wine-red color popped against her pale complexion.

Dressed to go in her jeans and t-shirt, Lune shrugged on a jacket to shield against the chill outside. She slipped on her shoes and exited her home devoid of enthusiasm, twisting the keys into the lock to secure the door before leaving.

She met her walk to work with a sour grimace, stepping with haste to arrive at the grimy bar that paraded as a classier establishment.

Stepping to the door, Lune walked in, briefly nodding to the bouncer that guarded the entrance. She maneuvered through the dimly-lit bar scene as music played overhead and several early drinkers sat perched at the bar.

Lune slipped into the employee room in the back, stepping up to her locker that remained shuttered shut with the padlock.

She twisted the dial several times to input the series of numbers that unlocked it. When she heard it click and the latch loosen, she removed it to swing the door open.

Hanging on the inside of the locker door sat a black leotard and a bunny-ear headband.

“Motherfucker…”

Lune glared at the suit, contemplating burning it and doing her shift in her jeans and t-shirt…

Ultimately deciding the paycheck outweighed her petty desires, Lune groaned as she took the outfit on the hanger and walked to the bathroom. She locked herself in a stall and struggled with the outfit, nearly tearing the fishnet tights as she tugged them on before the nearly leather-looking leotard.

The last item, after the uncomfortable heels, were the bunny ears. She scowled at them in one final resistance before setting them on her head.

She exited the stall feeling somewhat defeated by the outfit constricting her every move. Sizing herself up in the mirror, Lune loathed her appearance, dressed up to serve boozy drinks to the handsy customers outside. Already her blood pressure began to rise, knowing she could look forward to a night of handsy customers and sly comments from her manager.

Rolling her eyes, Lune left the bathroom and returned her clothes to her locker, keeping them safe for the duration of her shift. Shifting the butt of her leotard to avoid a wedgie, Lune stepped out into the club with a look of restrained contempt.

Clocked in, she begrudgingly got to work, delivering trays of drinks to drunken and giggly bachelorette parties, preoccupied couples, and a mixture of frat boys and businessmen who made passes as she walked by.

Every drunk, sloppy grab of Lune’s body fueled her aggravation, shaping her shift to be the worst of the worst. She could endure this better than most of her coworkers, being emotionally dead and so not subject to common feelings such as offense, embarrassment, or rage. But still, even she had a tipping point, and warned her customers with her biting glare.

Two hours into her shift, Lune found her rhythm and began steadily taking orders, delivering drinks, and shooting down advances from beer-sipping men. All was running smoothly…

Until you appeared.

Two and a half hours earlier, you received the dull reply from Lune in text. A brief ‘yeah.’ in reply to your heartfelt ‘I miss you, hope we can see each other soon!’. You weren’t sure how to gauge it. It was hard to gauge her in general, and overall you were feeling uncertain about your ��relationship’.

You were into her, fully and obviously, but Lune didn’t give you many signs to assure you she thought the same. The times she would briefly touch you or return some form of affection, you would exaggerate it in the moment. But during your days away from her, you wondered if she was simply entertaining you for the sake of you and June’s relationship. Playing the part without any real desire for you.

With your night surprisingly free for once in a few weeks, your first instinct was to see if Lune was free as well. But just as you began to type your invitation, you remembered that she worked tonight. Your excitement deflated at the thought of another night ending early, drowning in your doubts and wondering if your relationship was doomed…

“… of a vibe to keep the creeps off of me. It’s just a seedy joint. Not a place you’d be into.”

“Oh really? You don’t think I’m the type to go there?”

You looked up from your phone with the memory, recalling the thought that crossed your mind in that moment.

I wouldn’t mind seeing her at work… especially if what June told me was true…

You turned to check the time and figured if you ate dinner, showered and got ready now, you could be there in two hours.

You ate something light and cleaned up from your day of work, thankful that you got off early and work was easy enough to not leave you completely drained. After your shower you dressed, did your makeup, and collected all your necessary items before leaving the house.

Though June had told you— in her excitement and forgetfulness of her promise to Lune— the club’s name and rough location, you typed it into your maps anyway to see how far it was and get an address for your Uber. With that in hand, you made the trip over, briefly conversing with your driver on the way.

When you arrived at the club, you climbed out of the car and stepped to the small line formed outside of the door. A bouncer at the door checked in everyone that arrived, viewing their ID’s and stamping their hand accordingly. When you reached the door you produced your ID, soon receiving a stamp on the top of your hand before you entered the building.

Inside, strobing lights flashed overhead, the only light to permeate the otherwise dim rooms dotted with tables. All throughout the building, waitresses walked back and forth from the table to the bar, delivering drinks and taking orders. All were dressed in black leotards, fishnet tights, with bunny ears bobbing above their heads on headbands. A live band played on the stage at the end of the room, but was mostly ignored by the tenants.

You stepped up to the hostess table where an unenthused woman waited. She looked at you and began reaching for a menu under the table.

“Just one?”

“Yes… could I be put in Lune’s section?” You asked, taking a step to follow her as she began walking away.

“Pfft- sure.”

You frowned at her tone of amusement and dismissal as she took you to a table and slapped your menu onto it. You quietly thanked her as she walked away but didn’t care if she heard you or not.

You took your seat and looked around, viewing the occupants of the other tables. Seated at most of the tables were men, sitting tensely and looking around in suspense. Viewing them, you counted a majority of younger men, some with pissed girlfriends, but also a handful of lone older men leering at other waitresses that passed by before returning to what kept their attention.

You settled into your seat and waited in growing anticipation for your waitress to arrive. Other women passed around you, with trays carried on their shoulders holding multiple drinks.

“Fuck off before you lose a hand, shithead-”

The all-too-familiar sound of Lune’s growling voice brought you to snap your head in its direction. You saw her standing over a seated man, red lips scowling while she held a platter of empty glasses above her head. Her black leotard fit snugly around her body, cinched at her waist and strapped high on her hips. One of her bunny ears curled down while the other remained straight and upright, and her pastel pink hair hung loose around her shoulders.

She turned away from the table to walk away, her eyes scanning across the room and instantly landing on you.

You, seated at a table in her section. You, wearing little black shorts and black tights, and a see-through lace shirt that showed the black bra you wore underneath.

You smiled at her, growing nervous under her blank stare.

Lune stared at you for several moments in complete silence before a drunken man shouted from a distant table, awakening her from her shock. She took one final look at you before walking away, her tray in hand.

You felt disappointment blossom in your chest, though you didn’t know why. You figured she would be busy and wouldn’t have time to linger at your table, but you also hoped she would at least stop by to say hello once she saw you. Your hopes for the night drastically deflated, left to wonder why Lune appeared uninterested at your presence.

You let your eyes wander around the room, viewing the other waitresses pass by or observing the other customers enjoying their night in the darkness of the rooms, some utilizing their tables being in the far corner to drunkenly feel up their partner.

You let out a huff of air in your solitude, not noticing the person standing at your shoulder and staring down at you.

“Come with me,” Lune spoke suddenly in your ear, grabbing your arm as she urged you to stand. Startled, you obeyed, eyes wide as you were escorted away from your table by Lune.

She walked with you in silence, only causing your gut to churn with worry. Was she mad that you were here? Did you do something wrong? Was this the final straw for her?

Her grip on your arm was commanding and slightly bruising. You could feel your flesh growing tender under her fingers.

Her black heels clicked on the tile as she brought you to a door, entering and crossing through the small kitchen before reaching the break room. The fluorescent lights hummed above as you stood alone in the room with Lune.

Lune released your arm and turned to face you, expression unreadable as her stare alone backed you into the row of lockers set against the wall. Her eyes scanned over you in a brief examination of your outfit.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, voice low, standing over you and effectively cornering you with her body.

“I… I wanted to see you,” you answered, her stare on you feeling heavy and making you warm.

She hardly blinked, her brows just barely twitching in doubt.

“See me, at my job? Why the fuck would you do that?”

You weren’t sure how to answer, thinking it was obvious why. You missed her. You wanted her, but she barely gave you anything to work with. Even now, with doubt and nervousness overtaking your thoughts, you still found her extremely attractive as she kept you pressed against the wall without a touch on your body.

“I… I wanted to surprise you. I was free and I- I just thought… I thought you might like seeing me…”

Lune stared at you intently, as if trying to peer deep within you to see a hidden secret. Something to explain to her why the fuck you cared so much.

She couldn’t understand it— your care and attention for her was baffling. She knew she was a pain in the ass to deal with, to bond or connect with. She struggled to sort her feelings from the ones she borrowed from June but she knew she cared. And she knew she was bad at expressing that she cared about you.

God, Lune just wanted to show you. Fuck if she knew how, but she was growing desperate. Even she could see that as forgiving and as patient as you were, even you were growing restless.

Waiting in her silence, you looked down, already assuming rejection. You felt too cowardly to meet her intense eyes as they remained trained to your every move. You couldn’t see the thoughts running behind her eyes, but going off the way her stare intensified and her brow cinched, you took it as nothing good.

Lune narrowed her eyes and tilted her head down, taking your appearance in again. Her eyes trailed over your legs clothed in the fabric of your black tights, then up to your shorts, and then up further to your torso, clothed in a mesh long-sleeve shirt with lace patterning here and there, showing the black bra worn beneath it.

Subtly, her brow twitched.

‘Fuck. I’m an idiot…’

“… So, you decided to show up here… wearing that?” She asked, her voice drawling and her tongue flicking out to lick her lips.

Your face grew red as you looked down at your outfit that, yes, you hoped would get her attention. Something about her voice made your stomach flip, nerves turning to butterflies.

“Y… yeah… I thought you might like it…”

Your breath hitched as you felt her hand on your hip and her thumb grazing over your waist, the warmth of her finger felt through the lace of your shirt.

She stood over you in silence, breathing softly as she stared intently at your body. She watched you react, your breath flinching but you not fleeing from her touch. You seemed to crave it, leaning into her hand.

You lifted your eyes to finally view her, finding her looming over you, her eyes occupied on your body wrapped in black lace and her face dusted with red.

You bit your lip as you stared at her, finding comfort in the fact she seemed somewhat interested in your appearance— something that you hadn’t seen in her. She wasn’t one to admire as openly as June, and even if you did find Lune looking you over, you couldn’t recognize the muted interest in her eyes.

Lune breathed out slowly as her eyes rose to look into yours. You stared back, waiting for the words you could sense brewing within her.

“I don’t get why… why you care about me,” she mumbled, stepping closer, leaving you truly pinned between her and the locker. “It’s not like I’m a great girlfriend…”

Your eyes grew wide in momentary shock, surprised to hear such words of self doubt said by Lune, or even claim herself to be your girlfriend. In the span of you going out, there had never been a title, no official label of what she was to you.

“Lune…”

You reached up, holding her face in your palms. You watched her, feeling the warmth of her face in your palms. Lune looked away in shame, but allowed her cheeks to rest in your hands.

“I don’t know how to show you that I… I care. In my way.”

Instantly, your features relaxed in relief. You smiled up at her, thumbs stroking beneath her eyes.

“It’s okay… how about we try this…”

As you whispered these words, you leaned closer, eyes lifted to look into hers. When she didn’t move away, you closed the space between you and kissed her.

Lune stood still and motionless for the kiss, taking in the feeling of your lips on hers, of your warm body pressed against her, of your hands sliding along her waist to palm her back. Her brow creased in thought, eyes open, processing this, you, her own diluted feelings..

You began to pull away after no reaction from Lune, eyes peeking open to see a split second of her decided expression before her lips chased after yours and pulled you into a firmer kiss. You gasped as she pinned you against the lockers, a hand placed beside your head and the other holding your hip.

Her eyes closed and brow furrowed in determination, Lune kissed you forcefully, deciding that, yes, she could show you like this. Show you how much she wanted you.

Her mouth moved furiously against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth and writhing against your own. You shuddered, overjoyed to find yourself receiving such passionate affection from your normally stoic girlfriend, your hands on her back, fingers splayed to hold as much of her as you could and pull her closer to your body.

Your breaths mingled together as you breathed each other in, Lune acting as if she was starving for you as she tilted her head at an angle to idle longer in the kiss, making it all the more deeper. Her hips pressed against yours, holding you up against the wall, your heart rate spiking and heat flowing throughout your body.

Sounds from outside, of footsteps and clamoring and a drunken shout, awoke the both of you back to reality. Lune pulled away with a huff, finding you and her still in the break room of her workplace.

You desperately tried to catch your breath after being subjected to no air for longer than you were used to. You stared up at Lune with a dazed look in your eyes, already wanting to coax her back for a third round. Your hands fidgeted with her clothing, itching to take it off. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears, feel the blood pumping all the way down to your toes. You felt red and warm and almost a little tipsy from Lune’s kiss.

Feeling your restless fingers toying with the zipper of her leotard, Lune pulled your wrists away with an easy grip, her eyes holding steady on your face— appearing unphased by your shared kiss with the only exception of her blushing face.

“We- we can’t do that… here…” she mumbled, glancing to the unlocked door that threatened to reveal you and her to an unsuspecting coworker at any moment.

You pouted at her rationality, soothed only when Lune leaned down and began whispering in your ear— her hand traveling down to cup your ass.

“My shift ends in five hours. If you can wait for me at home… maybe I’ll be nice and pick up where we left off…”

You began to speak in agreement, only to be stopped as Lune’s tongue traced over your neck with her hot breath.

“And I’ll make up for leaving you waiting for so long…”

Her tone and her grip on your rear rendered you speechless, mouth hanging open in shock, searching for any words left in your dazed mind.

You watched her step back, her hands leaving your body as much as you wished otherwise. You realized she was waiting for your answer in the following silence, her arms crossed as she stared at you.

“Y-Yeah— yes, I can… I can wait for you,” you answered, somehow still breathless.

You saw the corner of Lune’s mouth twitch up, pleased, or maybe amused by you. She stepped closer to you again, reaching beside you to her locker door. You turned to watch her twist the padlock several times before opening the metal door. She reached inside and procured her keys, jingling on a key ring.

She put them in your hand and looked you over one more time before stepping to the door.

“See you at home.”

[hopelessromance21]

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬/𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ,

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ,

ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴄ ᴄᴀᴍᴇᴏ, ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴍᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴘᴏʀɴ,

ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

[ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ] 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝙄𝙏𝙃𝙔𝙈𝙄𝘼” (1/3)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,093

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so, uh. some context? this is a fic i wrote for christmas for my bestie. 11k words of purely self-indulgent simping for her own character :) annnd yea, i got her permission to post it here as well.

(Ialsomightveprintedandbookbounditsoshehasaphysicalcopybutthatdoesntmatterhaha)

June, Lune, and Ruebris belong to @simpymf

Sorel and Ange belong to me :)

Enjoy part one~

THE SURFACE

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

[𝟐��� 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐓. 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓]

21XX

[ᴘ ᴀ ᴄ �� ғ ɪ s ᴛ]

You met Lune at the same time that monsters joined the world. Well, correction: you met June. Lune you met a few nights later, as you ran up, expecting to be greeted by the bubbly, cheerful demeanor of June and instead met by a sour face and look of indifference.

As first impressions go, Lune never made good ones. When you asked her, mistaking her still for June, why she looked so sour, you got a snappy remark and scowl. The next day June called you in a panic, and explained everything at lunch later that day.

But you got over it, introduced yourself properly next time you encountered Lune and invited her to get coffee with you, at whatever time she liked.

She scoffed at you with this look of disbelief, taking your kindness as something degrading and demeaning. A form of pity and attempted inclusion. It took her a while to get used to the idea that your kindness was only that; kindness.

Five dates in, she still met your interest with doubt and pessimistic dread.

Standing in front of the mirror, Lune hated that you made her dress up nice for dinner. Nice for Lune was a short black skirt and a small black shirt with some lace on the shoulders— not that anyone would see with the leather jacket dwarfing her top.

She kicked on her platform boots reluctantly, scowling as her pink hair got in the way of her vision.

‘Quit acting all grumpy! We’re going to see her tonight!’

June, as peppy as ever, scolded Lune within her mind. Her tone dripped with a sappy puppy love that made Lune grimace.

“Ugh- can’t believe you’re making me do this…”

‘Wh-! You like seeing her too! I know you do!’

If she could stand in front of her right now, Lune knew that June would poke at her chest indignantly, her cheeks puffed with insistence. Lune would roll her eyes and shove her away.

Instead, Lune just struggled to tune her out as she left her apartment, June yapping incessantly about how Lune should be lucky that she keeps getting dates with you.

It was late in the evening as Lune walked down the street, knowing the way to this classy, upscale restaurant that you didn’t ask, but told her to meet you at. You learned to give her no choice in the matter, only telling her where and when she had to be there.

Even if you had given her the choice to say no, June would bitch in Lune’s mind until she had to say yes, for her own sanity’s sake.

Though there was a bit of chill in the air, Lune’s jacket shielded her from it, and her black tights kept her legs warm. She knew how to dress for the weather, unlike some people…

‘Why are you walking?? Get a cab, or an uber!’

‘It’s a seven minute walk. And it’s cheaper, since we’re dining so extra tonight.’

Lune barely felt the tickle of impatience that ebbed from her shared SOUL with June. She ignored it, rolling her eyes at how hopeless her alter was.

June’s chattering seemed to die down as they grew closer to the restaurant. The glow of the neon lights could be seen on the street, a bright orange-red spelling out MTT RESORT II. Lune scoffed.

From afar Lune could see you standing outside the front doors, looking around expectantly. She had a thought to ditch you, as much as June would bitch about it later. But you looked down the street and saw her, your face brightening so obviously. Lune sighed as she continued forward.

“… hi,” she greeted you flatly.

“Hi,” you replied with a smile, stepping closer.

Lune saw your silent offer for a hug, and permitted one, though stiff and from the side.

“I’m so glad you could make it! I had to make this reservation a week in advance. I guess it’s pretty popular.”

“Mm.”

Sensing that the outside conversation was hitting a dead end, you flashed another smile as you let your jacket slip off your shoulders and stepped towards the door.

“Let’s head in.”

As you stepped away, Lune looked you over, her eyes devoid of obvious interest. You wore baggy whitewashed jeans and a pink shirt with a strawberry print scattered across. The neckline was low, accentuating your chest.. Your coat was unimportant; a cream white and long, reaching your knees.

Inside the restaurant, it was warm and bright. Basically the same layout and colors as the first one. Lune found it even uglier than she remembered.

A human stood at the hostess podium and quickly found the reservation under your name. She gathered two menus and utensils before leading you and Lune into the dining room. You reached behind and grabbed Lune’s hand, walking in with her.

Lune stiffened as your hand gripped hers with certainty. She stared at your back as she followed you, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The hostess brought you to an intimate table for two, set with a tablecloth, dishes, and a centerpiece of candles. Faint jazzy music played, filling the dimly lit room with a cozy aura. Lune grimaced.

‘Smile!!’

‘No one likes my smile and you know it.’

‘Th-that’s not true! People just need to… t-to get used to it!’

Lune rolled her eyes, taking her seat unceremoniously. You seated yourself across from her, shrugging your jacket off completely and letting it drape over the back of your chair.

Lune slouched back into her seat, letting her eyes wander around the room. Other tables around them were occupied by two or three, and across the room was a loudly chatting party of five people. A bunch of monsters listening to a tall skeleton tell an animated story. Lune subtly tugged her jacket collar up.

“So, what have you been up to this week?” You asked, opening your menu and passively looking over the options. What in the world was a Glamburger?

Lune avoided looking at you, studying her menu as well. Her eyes glanced over the listed options, nothing looking appetizing in the slightest.

“Uh… worked. That’s it.”

She could see from her peripheral that you smiled and looked at her over your menu.

“Oh yeah, June told me you started a new night job. How’s that going?”

Lune grit her teeth, overcome with irritation that the little blabber-mouth told you about her new position as a dressed-up cocktail waitress. It was not a job she wanted to brag about, and she explicitly told June not to say anything.

“Yeah. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. I get groped every night for tips.”

Your expression wilted noticeably, and for some unknown reason it brought Lune’s gaze to flicker upward.

“Really? It’s that bad?” You asked, your concern weighing on your face with your frown.

Lune sighs, sensing June’s inner urging to console you.

“No, it’s not that bad. I give off enough of a vibe to keep the creeps off of me. It’s just a seedy joint. Not a place you’d be into.”

At this, you perked up, grinning in a way that Lune still couldn’t decipher in the few times she’d seen it.

“Oh really? You don’t think I’m the type to go there?”

“Pffft,” Lune snorted, taking a drink of her curiously bedazzled water. “No way.”

You kept your next thought to yourself, keeping control of your smile as you looked back down at the menu.

Lune had no appetite for any of the listed items on the menu, but she obliged with a Glamburger while you ordered The Show Stopper Salmon.

The idle minutes spent waiting for your meals were spent with you doing most of the talking. You told her about your job and how it was going, some of the annoying customers you handled in the past week, your excitement for the first Monster Comedy Special premiering soon; every mundane detail you shared was something Lune couldn’t care less about, but sat there and listened with brief head nods or gruff “mhm… uh-huh…”s.

‘Don’t act like you’re bored!! You’re not doing anything for this conversation! You’re making her do all the work!’

‘Well she seems to be doing just fine! All she’s doing is talking about herself!’

‘Because you barely answered any of her questions!!’

Lune grimaced at June’s accuracy, though you read it as dread for this ongoing conversation— promptly alerting you to how much you talked about yourself.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I’ve been talking too much-!” you laughed at yourself and waved your hands.

Lune’s eyes passed to glare at a corner of the room, her lips pursed in reluctance.

“Nah, it’s fine. You’ve got a nice voice.”

‘!!!’

Your eyes grew wide, face flushing a noticeable shade as you stared at Lune.

“O-Oh-! Uh- th-thank you!”

“Mhm..”

Seconds ticked by in silence, punctuated as the waiter arrived with your plates. You thanked them politely as your meal was set before you, readying your utensils to dig in.

Lune unfolded her napkin slowly, watching you begin to cut into your dish.

“… I wouldn’t mind seeing that Monster Comedy,” she spoke up, taking a bite out of her burger immediately after.

You paused mid-slice with your steak knife, looking up at Lune in momentary shock. If you were reading into it right, and you hoped you were, Lune was proposing a future date…

Your eyes lit up with anticipation, watching her chew her burger with an expression of bewilderment directed to her meal.

“Yeah? I think the local theater is showing the premier next Tuesday. Do you wanna. . .”

You trailed off in the hopes that Lune would ask you outright, a clear sign that there was something here, some progress being made and some effort being put in by her.

“Yeah, sure. I can come get you at six.”

Her tone was only apathetic, borderline disinterested in the notion of another date. But watching her, you could swear you saw her blushing.

Your smile reappeared as you cut into your fish and took a bite, ignoring the odd, tingly sensation that spread across your tongue from the edible glitter, and the fluttering in your stomach from the woman across from you.

“So, tell me about your first day at work…”

𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘

‘I’m so proud of you!!’

“Shut up,” Lune muttered between her teeth.

“Hm?” You asked, walking down the street on Lune’s arm.

“Just talking to June.”

Lune caught the slight surprise that crossed your face, not expecting her to admit to speaking to her other half.

You knew she did, and that June did the same when she was out. But Lune never admitted it or outright ignored you in the past when you caught her mumbling. You took to assuming her irritated expressions were directed internally about 50% of the time.

“Oh, okay,” you laughed sheepishly and tucked yourself closer into Lune’s side.

Lune grimaced as she looked down at you, her face turning a slight red.

“What are you doing?”

You looked up at her, feigning innocence only to give yourself away with your flustered smile.

“I’m cold,” you answered and shrugged your shoulders underneath an obviously warm coat.

Lune scoffed in dismissal, clearly seeing through your ruse. You had appeared warm and comfortable enough when she arrived to pick you up, greeting her at the door in a cozy sweater (that June had lent you and then forgot about-) and form-fitting leggings.

However, she put her arm around your body, pulling you close as you walked along.

“Should’ve layered up.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah, I should’ve.”

Stepping into the theater that was several degrees warmer than outside, Lune removed her arm around you to pay for the tickets. You busied yourself with buying popcorn and two drinks, feeling Lune step up behind you after her transaction was finished.

You turned to her and handed her one drink with a smile.

“Ready?”

“Yep,” she answered, handing you your ticket stub.

You took the paper from her, before taking her hand in yours to hold as you both found your theater room.

‘You’re blushinggg~’

‘Shut the fuck up.’

You both walked into your theater room, up the carpeted walkways until you reached your seats. You sat down and settled in, waiting for the rest of the theater to settle and the show to start. Around you people whispered in conversations of excitement as they took their seats.

“NYAH-HA-HA! I CANNOT WAIT!”

‘Oh my God-’

“I know Papy, but we have to be quiet! We don’t want to be kicked out, hehe-!”

“Do you want some

popcorn, Rueb?”

“Oh… sure…”

“‘scuse me, don’t mean to make a production over here- ererer…”

“Oh my God-”

You were about to ask Lune about the mutter of dread you just heard from her, but were interrupted by a shrill gasp before you could speak a word.

“Oh, Lune!!”

“Shhhh-!”

“SHH-!”

“Shhh!!”

“Shh!” “Shhh!”

Grimacing in her seat, Lune attempted to slump lower to hide herself. But even in a dark theater, her bubblegum-pink hair was unmistakable.

“Lune!! What a small world, hehe-!”

You turned in your seat, viewing a familiar mossy green monster looming over Lune’s seat. Coils of her willow-branch hair dangled over Lune’s sour expression, the monster’s bright yellow eyes glowing in the dark as she stared down at your date.

“… hhey, Ange,” Lune greeted her begrudgingly. You saw the monster’s elf-like ears begin to flutter.

“It’s so nice to see you out! I didn’t know you enjoyed comedies!”

Lune stared forward with a look of regret, her face blooming with a red hue. You couldn’t help but grin at how helpless and disgruntled she looked.

“Yeah… trying something new,” Lune muttered through her teeth.

“How wonderful! It’s always good to broaden your horizons! Even if you don’t enjoy it, you still tried it!!”

“That’s true!” You chimed in. The moment your voice met her fluttering ears, Ange turned her head to stare at you. Her eyes widened and grew brighter in recognition, her ears turning to green blurs on either side of her head.

“Oh!! Lune, I didn’t know you were on a date!”

You laughed at Ange’s sudden shift in attention and smiled up at her. Lune stared into the middle distance with an expression of wishing she was anywhere else other than here.

“What a coincidence, we’re on a date too!”

“Oh God…” Lune groaned. You smiled at her with sympathy.

“We’re on a double date with Sorel and Rueby!”

“… mhm…” Lune mumbled in hesitant acknowledgement.

“What if we made it a triple date?!”

“That sounds like fun!” You answered, holding Lune’s hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Ange kicked her feet excitedly, bounding back to her seat where Papyrus, who you had met briefly in the past, sat. She leaned close to whisper to the flustered skeleton. In reply he bellowed, in what you could only assume was his lowest voice, “WHY, THAT IS WONDERFUL ANGE! WE WILL SOON HAVE A COUPLE ARMY!”

“ey, i don’t mean to make a scene over ‘ere…”

“Oh my fucking God-”

Craning her neck to see the short, pudgy skeleton that continued to crack movie-themed puns, Lune glared venomously at Sans, who only grinned back smugly.

“but the show is starting so… we need quiet on the set…”

“Fucking die.”

“Lune!” You laughed, pulling her back into her seat. You curled your arm around hers, feeling her reluctantly settle down beside you.

“Tch- he’s so fucking annoying…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll fend him off,” you joked. Lune only rolled her eyes, the theater falling into silence as the show began to play…

𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫…

As the comedy show concluded, you laughed along and grinned at the jokes sprinkled into the ending. Occasionally you turned to glance at Lune, viewing her either stone-faced or allowing the occasional chuckle or huff of amusement.

Once the lights brightened the room, everyone stood and began collecting their things. You gathered your bag and trash, Lune standing behind you and watching you collect yourself. Once you stepped out into the aisle, Ange rushed up to Lune, leaping up to hug her tightly.

“Hi Lune!”

“Eh… hi…”

“I’m so glad you enjoyed the comedy show! I heard you laugh three times!”

You caught the way Lune’s face flushed with shame, her eyes looking left and right to see if anyone else saw this embarrassing display.

“Yeah… wasn’t horrible.”

“YES, I BELIEVE MOST OF THE JOKES WERE TOLERABLE. FAR BETTER THAN MY BONE-HEADED BROTHER’S!” Papyrus chimed in, stepping into the conversation as Ange released Lune from her hug.

“ey, c’mon now bro, i think i’m pretty.. humerus.”

You snorted at the play on words and heard Lune scoff at the same time.

“AHEM- ANYHOW… SINCE YOU ARE A PART OF OUR COUPLE ARMY, YOU MUST JOIN US FOR SOME ICE CREAM!”

“Oh yes!” Ange squealed, clapping her hands excitedly. “Please join us, Lune!”

Lune made no reaction as all eyes landed on her, only turning to glance back at you. You smiled at her and shrugged; willing to join them or to leave if Lune wanted.

She sighed, turning back to the eagerly awaiting monsters.

“… okay, fine.”

“Oh goodie!” Ange cheered, hugging Lune once more.

Now absorbed into the party of monsters, you and Lune walked out with them into the lobby of the movie theater. Ange chatted excitedly with everyone, asking their opinions on the jokes since she didn’t understand any of them. You made friendly small-talk with Sorel, you and him seeming to mirror each other as you both had stoically silent partners on your arm.

Lune cast her eyes out on the collection of monsters surrounding her, all the while feeling the warmth of your touch around her arm. Everyone’s voices clamored around her in a jumble of irritating noise as the group traveled down the street.

“OH YES, MY SWEET ANGE, THAT WAS A VERY FUNNY JOKE—”

“Ohh, so that’s what it meant??”

“and then i said to him, i said, ‘that ain’t a scientific prop, that's my mom!’ ereererer—”

“Heh… that is

very funny, Sans….”

“So, are you and Lune having a good night?”

“Oh yeah, I think so!”

Hearing your voice ring out with tentative hope, Lune glanced down at you as you continued conversing with the Screenface.

“Last week we went to the MTT Resort. It was pretty nice despite the wait and all…”

“Oh! That-that’s really nice!”

“Mhm!”

“… D-Did you enjoy the Resort, Lune?”

Lune stiffened as she was caught by Sorel, who didn’t spare her for eavesdropping on their conversation and instead invited her input.

Lune frowned as both he and you turned to look at her. She looked away, searching for her opinion of last week’s date.

‘Tch- I didn’t really care either way—’

‘It seemed like a shitty restaurant, especially with those insane prices—’

‘I dunno why she insists on dragging me out every weekend or whatever—’

“It was fine, I guess. They fucked up hamburgers, which I thought would be impossible.”

You and Sorel laughed at Lune’s dry and genuine criticism of the restaurant, Lune looking at you both with a blank face.

Sorel sighed, leaning into Ruebris’ arm. “Yeah, I never did get the Resort’s food. Whatever sells I guess…”

Ruebris’ brows knitted together as he thought back to a memory. Through his mandibles he muttered; “there was even glitter in the water…”

You laughed as you slipped your hand down to hold Lune’s hand. “Yeah.. I still had a good time, though.”

Lune felt your eyes settle on her, staring in apparent admiration. Though she kept her gaze fixated ahead, her features unmoving, her cheeks did glow with a subtle pink. She blamed June… somehow.

“Ooh! We’re here!” Ange exclaimed, clapping her hands.

The party stopped in front of an idyllic ice cream shop, looking warm and cozy inside while it remained frosty and cold outside. No one wasted any time stepping in, the party of seven filling the somewhat small store.

“WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE, MY DEAR SWEET ANGE?” Papyrus asked the short Moss Maiden with tender sweetness, leaning down to meet her face. Lune grimaced as the two brushed noses in affection.

“Mint chocolate chip, please!”

“ONE MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP FOR MY LOVELY MOSS MAID!”

Queuing up in the line, Papyrus stood with his brother to make his order. Ruebris and Sorel stood together behind them, with Sorel reading the menu that hung above the cashier while Ruebris squinted blindly.

You parted from Lune’s side, taking out your wallet with one hand.

“What would you like?” You asked her.

Lune stood in silence, considering refusing to let you buy her ice cream— but she wouldn’t buy herself any either, and she figured the group would complain about her lack of participation.

“Hh… whatever’s cheap.”

You blinked in surprise, the questioning clear in your eyes. But you just smiled and nodded, stepping into the line behind the other monsters.

Lune expected to just stand around in wait, boredly watching the line shuffle along. However, her mundane plans were ruined with Ange pulling her to a table in the corner. Lune found herself sitting across from the energetic and always-cheery monster, and already felt like she fell into a trap.

Her ears fluttered softly as Ange stared with bright yellow eyes. Lune’s sour gaze stared back, blank and dull.

“I’m so happy to see you out, Lune! Normally we only see you if you’re spending time with us!”

Lune glanced left and right, shifting in discomfort in her seat.

“Yeah…”

“And it’s so nice that you’re going on dates with _______! It seems like you’re having a good time with her!”

Lune blinked, struck with slight surprise at Ange’s words. She almost didn’t believe her— how could she look like she was having a good time?

“I-… I do?”

“Mhm! Well- I mean, obviously you can’t very obviously show that you’re enjoying yourself, but you are acting warmly towards her! Letting her hold your hand or lean on you! I see that as you enjoying yourself— otherwise you would just leave!”

Lune shifted again, her discomfort growing as she found herself stuck in one of those introspective, emotional talks with Ange.

“Mm… I guess…”

Ange tilted her head at Lune, propping her head in her hands. “What, is that not the case?”

Lune glanced from Ange to you still waiting in line. She frowned in thought, always finding it difficult to be introspective about her entirely absent feelings.

“I guess I just feel obligated to stay… if I ditch, it’ll make her upset.”

Looking back at Ange, Lune’s frown worsened as she read that Ange was delighted by her words.

“Oh Lune, that’s wonderful! That means you care about her feelings! I’m so happy for you!”

“Wh- I… no I don’t— tch-”

Ange giggled softly, shaking her head and making her willow locks shuffle around her shoulders.

“Well, you care about my feelings, don’t you? Or- you’re aware of them. Isn’t that why you agreed to join us here, even though it wasn’t in your plans? And I’m just your friend!”

Lune stared pensively at a spot on the table, her gaze so intense it almost appeared she was trying to burn a hole into the patterned surface.

“… yeah, I guess.”

“All I’m saying is I’m happy to see you doing things without us. I want you to have a life and interests outside of me and Sorel and Papy and Sans! It’s good for you!”

“— ONE MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP FOR MY LOVELY ANGE!”

Arriving at their table suddenly, Papyrus swooped to Ange’s side with a waffle cone topped with bright green ice cream speckled with chocolate. Ange gasped in surprise and took the treat, her ears fluttering happily as she kissed Papyrus’ cheek.

“Oh thank you, my sweet Papy!”

“Ugh-” Lune groaned, rolling her eyes to the right. As she did, you fell into her view, walking up with two separate cups of ice cream.

“I got you vanilla,” you said, taking the seat beside her and passing her the ice cream.

Lune looked down at it in contemplation, a mound of creamy white with a spoon stuck into it. She glanced at you as you ate a spoonful of ice cream— also a cream white, but blemished with frozen mounds of edible cookie dough.

She huffed as she draped her arm around the back of your seat, taking a spoonful of her ice cream. From the corner of her eye, she saw you smile.

“Thanks…”

[hopelessromance21]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 pt. 1/1

Word count: 2,152 words

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wanted ta post this lil piece because it sad, and i like sad tings. no smut, only pain.

This is a piece for the classic timeline... meaning, June n Lune are now back to their human selves and not their monster selves. Uhhhh... long story short, Lune bad, June good. June did Pacifist run first. Lune RESET, now bad. June n Lune can interact in their mindspace. Uh... thats it.

TW: blood, gore, angst, and just total despair. :(

enjoy this lil fic, y'all. cha cha <3

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“-̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǒ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ǔ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞m̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǎ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ď̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ě̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǐ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ȟ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ǐ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞š̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞f̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǎ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ř̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞-̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǒ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞w̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ň̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǐ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ň̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ȟ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ě̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞—̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞-̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ř̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞w̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ȟ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ǎ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǐ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞'̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞š̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞w̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǒ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ř̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ť̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ȟ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞-̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ř̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ǒ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ǔ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ď̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞ ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǒ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞'̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞y̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞ǎ̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞.̵̵͓̫̲̭͔̌̄̄̈́͟͞”

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I took what I had for granted... didn’t I?

Happiness... that was asking for too much...

At least... f̷̵̫̞̉͢ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈....

You just... can’t stand the thought of me getting a happy ending...

₴Ø Ɽł₱₱ł₦₲ ₳₩₳Ɏ ฿Ø₮Ⱨ Ø₣ ØɄⱤ ₵Ⱨ₳₦₵Ɇ₴ ₣ØⱤ Ø₦Ɇ ₩₳₴ ɎØɄⱤ ₦ɆӾ₮ ฿Ɇ₴₮ ₵ØɄⱤ₴Ɇ, ₩₳₴₦'₮ ł₮?

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          ᶦ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ···

₴ⱧɄ₮ Ʉ₱.

ł ₲Ø₮ ₴ł₵₭ Ø₣ ɎØɄ ₩₳₴₮ł₦₲ ₮ł₥Ɇ.

ㄚㄖㄩ尺 几卂丨ᐯ乇ㄒㄚ 丨丂 山卄卂ㄒ Ꮆㄖㄒ ㄚㄖㄩ 卄乇尺乇.

Standing in the middle of a vast corridor, veiled by a radiant golden glow, is a woman. A human... s̩͙͖̋͛͟û̶͙̽̿͆̈p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚s̩͙͖̋͛͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡y̯̤͑́́̓́. Her pale face is cloaked by numerous strands of raven black hair, hiding away any possible glimmer of her demeanor.

Held in her trembling hand is a hatchet. Entirely pristine.

Her arm twitches, the blade reflecting shards of light against the aurelian pillars lining the perimeter of the hall. Between her disheveled strands of hair, her golden eye peers out to glue her gaze onto the single individual standing in her path.

Keeping his hands in his pockets, the skeleton adorning his signature blue jacket and black basketball shorts stands wordlessly, though both of his radius and ulna give a subtle shake beneath his sleeves. His eye sockets are entirely stuck onto 卄乇尺, denying himself even a fraction of vulnerability by tearing his gaze away.

₮ⱧɆɎ'VɆ ฿ɆɆ₦ ⱧɆⱤɆ ₣ØⱤ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₣ɆɆⱠ₴ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ⱧØɄⱤ₴.

            ᴛɪᴄᴋ

  ᴛᴀᴄ

Sans stiffens in his spot, but he refuses to move. He can dodge anything she throws his way. He’s exhausted confident. All her efforts—although manic and likely out of pure adrenaline—become in vain the instant Sans sends her a last second surprise attack. Occasionally, she swung her weapon... and nearly managed to slice his bones.

Luckily... he’d summoned a bone straight from the floor to shoot straight up into her neck, her skull cracking as the sharpened end emerged from the crown of her head. Blood gushed down her chest and splat on the floor, her eyes rolling to the back to expose their whiteness, then she’d come back.

Again. And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

A n d  a g a i n.

Sans doesn’t know how long he’s been here. Certainly longer than the time the kid tried until they finally gave up and RESET. This human, however...

S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪH͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅE̢̢̻ͮͧͦ͋͞͡ I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪ I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇T̼̼̖̾͟͞E̢̢̻ͮͧͦ͋͞͡N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇T̼̼̖̾͟͞ Ơ̷̴̪̪̝͈̥͈̆̀̚N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇ F̼̼͓̙ͤ̋̅̚͞͞I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇I̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪH͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅI̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟N͔͔̥̺̞̿͊̇G̯̯̩̙͆ͣ͟ T̼̼̖̾͟͞H͇͇̹͊ͪ́̕ͅI̡̨͙͙̪̹̾͟S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪ.

Again, they faced each other.

A bone carved itself into her sternum, shredding her lungs and piercing the nerves in her spinal cord.

Again, they fought.

Her flesh left a gruesome scent as it torched underneath the ray of pure energy from the gaping mouth of a contorted skull.

Again, she came back.

She coughs and hacks up the blood coagulating in her throat, every muscle in her body quivering as she is propped up in the air with countless ivory poles penetrating her back. Bones emerge from the breadth of her chest, squeezing past her creaking ribs. Flesh encapsulates the circumference of each bone skewered through her body, viscous crimson fluids dribbling around her back and slipping down the length of each pale bone keeping her elevated.

     ᴋᴏғғ

              ʜᴀᴄᴋ

  ᴋɢʜᴄᴋ

Sans’s slippers are quiet even as he approaches her, lifting his left hand, preparing to end her life for the nth time before he freezes in his spot. He looks at her expression—her face upside down—unable to shake away an uneasy feeling spiraling in the depth of his ribcage. The corners of her cracked, bloodied lips begin to stretch, practically tearing through the skin of her cheeks in order to widen her grin.

H i s  S O U L  i s  p o u n d i n g.

“Y-ou... think... ɢʜᴄᴋ- yo-... ‘re in c-control... ʜᴄᴋᴋ-...”

         ᴋᴏғғ-

LUNE bends her head further back, crunches fill the atmosphere, but her features remain stagnant. Crimson dribbles up her face, immersing into one of her eyes, staining the once clean white color. She cackles but it almost comes out as a gurgle instead.

“-ou think... ɢʜᴋɢ- you’re... do-ing this... ᴋᴄᴋᴋ- f-for... the ɢᴄᴋ- good of... the people...”

“乃ㄩㄒ 丨 Ҝ几ㄖ��� ㄚㄖㄩ'尺乇 ᗪㄖ丨几Ꮆ 丨ㄒ 乃乇匚卂ㄩ丂乇 ㄚㄖㄩ 匚卄卂丂乇 ㄒ卄乇 ㄒ卄尺丨ㄥㄥ ㄖ千 Ҝ丨ㄥㄥ丨几Ꮆ 丂ㄖ爪乇ㄖ几乇.”

“...” Sans says nothing.

His hand hangs in the air, though no tingle of magic flows through his bones. His sockets are empty as they stare at Lune. His grin almost appears forced...

       “卄卂卄卂卄卂卄卂卄卂卄卂-!”

Wincing, Sans blinks, his arm shaking even as it hovers.

“丨 Ҝ几乇山 丨ㄒ. 丨 Ҝ几乇山 ㄚㄖㄩ 山乇尺乇 ﾌㄩ丂ㄒ 卂丂 山ㄖ尺ㄒ卄ㄥ乇丂丂 卂丂 爪乇-!”

９９９９

９９９９

９９９９

９９９９

                            ₚₗₑₐₛₑ...

                            ₛₜₒₚ...

Even after the blaster shuts its mouth, Sans is speechless. His entire being quakes beneath his baggy clothing. Dread fills his SOUL as Lune’s words echo in his mind over and over and over...

And over

and over

and over

Ȧ̶̵̗̳N̰̜͉͔ͬ̽͢Ḋ̤͇̮͙ͥ O̵̷̪̰ͩ͆ͅV̷̬̈ͫ͢͢͝E̸̖̪̱͚ͨ̀͜Ŗ̴̪̈̄͞

They’ve been fighting for countless times.

Sans isn’t sure if his legs are still attached to him.

Lune stands with ０１ health. Her grip on her weapon falters, yet her bottomless eyes stare directly into Sans.

      ʜғғ-

“maybe... let’s... ʜғʜ-... re-think this... huh?”

...?

Lune’s subtle panting slows, her shoulders no longer quivering like they were before.

“i-... i know there’s-... there’s a good person deep down... a person that... tried to make things right... a person that wants to be better... i know they’re inside... you just gotta let ‘em out... so...”

Lune’s eyebrows briefly furrow, witnessing the skeleton withdraw his hand from his pocket and stick it out for her to grab for a handshake.

“whaddya say? can we go back ta bein’ buddies?”

Wh—

          ᴴᵉ’ˢ··· ʰᵉ’ˢ ˢᵖᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵘˢᵎ

... A subtle grin plays on her lips.

JɄ₦Ɇ, who rests deep down within Lune’s SOUL, frantically rushes herself to her feet, her poofy pink hair hysterically flopping over her hopeful expression. Shaking on her legs, JɄ₦Ɇ gazes through Lune’s eyes, her hands slowly fisting themselves before tenderly pressing against her chest, where her pure white SOUL beats eagerly.

          ᴸ⁻ᴸᵘⁿᵉ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵎ

...

Within her consciousness, Lune gradually turns to face her expectant alter, watching as her wide lemon-yellow eyes twinkle with desperate longing. Lune, however, stares back blankly, lashes brushing against wisps of choppy black hair hanging over her forehead.

...

          ᴸ⁻ᴸᵘⁿᵉ ʰᵉ’ˢ⁻ ʰʰ⁻ʰᵉ’ˢ ˢᵖᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵘˢᵎ ᵂᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃⁿᶜᵉᵎ ᵂ⁻ᵂᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵎ

JɄ₦Ɇ glances back at her alter with a worried expression, her SOUL shuddering upon recognizing Lune’s empty gaze. Her arms quake, remaining pressed up against her pounding chest.

...heh...

Are you s̩͙͖̋͛͟t̴͕͖͓̀û̶͙̽̿͆̈p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜?

Whimpering, JɄ₦Ɇ watches as Lune creeps up on her, an ominous shadow hanging over her face. The pink-haired woman flinches, nearly stumbling in her attempt to walk back, but she is unable to evade the dark-haired woman who launches her hand to grab her hair.

JɄ₦Ɇ yelps loudly, tears instantly springing in the lines of her eyes as she is forced to bend closer toward Lune. She shakes violently, sobbing and stretching her arms above her, hysterically reaching Lune’s and digging her nails into her skin—a pitiful glint of hope to escape tormenting her. The evidently weaker alter repeatedly shrieks and sobs during her attempts of fighting her assailant, but it is of no use.

Lune’s stare remains even as she gawks down at her pathetic alter, feeling her nails pierce her hand. Her features still. Lune would grimace in disgust if she could feel it in the moment... all she CAN feel... is a bottomless pit digging in her chest. She does not care if this stupid skeleton’s sparing her.

          ᴾᵘʰ⁻ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉᵎ ᴸᵘⁿᵉᵎ ᴸ⁻ᴸᵉᵗ ᵍᵒᵎ ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ⁻ᵎ ᴴᵉ’ˢ⁻ᵎ ᴴᵉ’ˢ ˢᵖᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ᵘˢᵎ

          ᴾˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ˢˢ⁻ˢᵗᵒᵖᵎ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᵈᵒ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵃⁿʸᵐᵒʳᵉᵎ

...

Gasping, JɄ₦Ɇ feels her gravity dramatically shift, a solid force ramming into her rear and back. She quickly realizes she’s been thrown down onto the ground, her lungs forcibly releasing every ounce of air they once held. Writhing on the ground, JɄ₦Ɇ weakly pushes herself to rest on her side, sections of pink hair now wildly scattered over her front.

...you’re a fucking fool.

Lune hears another whimper break through her vocal cords—refusing to acknowledge it—as she steps closer to JɄ₦Ɇ. Her boots thunk until she’s looming over JɄ₦Ɇ’s shaking body, piercing yellow eyes staring her down.

Do you really think... he’s going to spare us?

After everything we di—

          ᴬᶠᵀᴱᴿ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ʸᴼᵁ ᴰᴵᴰ⁻ᵎ

...

Lune’s lips sew themselves shut.

Tears spill over JɄ₦Ɇ’s flushed cheeks, her breathing labored, quiet coughs interjecting her crying. She weakly lowers her head, squinting her eyes, drops of her tears slipping from her cheeks and plopping on the ground.

    ᴋᴄᴋᴋ-

             ʜᴄᴋ-

          ᴵ⁻··· ᴵ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ’ᵗ··· ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵃ⁻ᵃⁿʸ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ··· ᵇ⁻ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵗʰᶦˢ···

          ᶠᶠ⁻ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ⁻ᵎ

Overcome with silence, Lune does nothing but stare.

   sᴏʙ-

          ᴬ⁻ᴬˡˡ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ··· ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ··· ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʰʰ⁻ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ···

...

          ᴮᵘᵗ ʸʸ⁻ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ⁻ᵎ

          ʸ⁻ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ⁻ᵎ

          ˢˢ⁻ˢᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵈᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵘʳᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵉˡˢᵉ⁻ᵎ

Another yelp leaves JɄ₦Ɇ when a web of pain surges on the top of her head, quickly realizing Lune grabbed her hair yet again. She breaks out in another sob, looking up with tears overflowing in her eyes.

Nothingness stares back at JɄ₦Ɇ, a blackhole destined to swallow SOULs whole. Lune tightens the clasp she has on JɄ₦Ɇ’s hair, ignoring her squeak.

Fine.

If you want your happy ending so badly...W̸͈ͯ̾̒̿h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢y̯̤͑́́̓́ d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘'t̴͕͖͓̀ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈ g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊t̴͕͖͓̀ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟t̴͕͖͓̀?

JɄ₦Ɇ struggles to keep her gaze on Lune, her hands gripping her wrist in hopes of subsiding her pain. JɄ₦Ɇ winces.

          ᴴ⁻ᴴᵘʰˀ

Lune bends down uncomfortably close, acidic eyes wide with ominous intent that burns through JɄ₦Ɇ’s optimism. Her strength is firm, keeping her digits interlaced with JɄ₦Ɇ’s fluffy pink hair, practically tearing up her scalp.

Go ahead.

If you can convince this clown...

To SPARE us...

I’ll do it.

I’ll RESET...

I’ll let you live your happy little ending...

But let me tell you now...

Quietly squeaking, JɄ₦Ɇ watches as Lune hovers close, fearful of what may happen if she dare let her gaze go astray.

Y̵̷̛̤͍̅́̕ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ c̷̹͖͋́̃h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘c̷̹͖͋́̃ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊s̩͙͖̋͛͟ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ t̴͕͖͓̀h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘.

The next thing June knows, she’s standing in the golden corridor with ⱠɄ₦Ɇ’s hatchet in her hand. Her legs waver, threatening to buckle if she twitches too hard. June, although maintaining the appearance of ⱠɄ₦Ɇ, quickly lifts her gaze to look at the skeleton, who remains offering his hand.

A glint of hope flashes in her eyes, remembrance of what feels like a distant memory dancing around her SOUL. June’s eyes almost tear up when she thinks about the life she once had.

She thinks about the laughter that rang within the sultry atmosphere of MTT Resort, laughter shared between her and Sans as they exchanged ridiculous jokes and puns. A fluffy excitement sang within her SOUL... along with a glimmer of fondness, perhaps?

I can bring it back-!

I-I can make things right, Sans-!

I can make everything go back- b-back to the way it was-!

I��̴̗̗̦͍ͨͭ̉͢͟f̷̵̫̞̉͢ ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡y̯̤͑́́̓́ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈ c̷̹͖͋́̃ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈ḻ̸͈ͧ͑̓̓̀͡d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜ p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀û̶͙̽̿͆̈t̴͕͖͓̀ y̯̤͑́́̓́ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚û̶͙̽̿͆̈r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ t̴͕͖͓̀r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟û̶͙̽̿͆̈s̩͙͖̋͛͟t̴͕͖͓̀ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘ m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊!

Gradually, her digits uncurl around the dingy handle of a weapon that never belonged to her. She listens to it clank in the hall, but her gaze is fixated on Sans. He also refuses to glance down at the hatchet.

                          well, that’s not somethin’ i expected...

                          huh...

June is oblivious to the way glistening trails emerge down her pale cheeks, a hesitant smile growing over her cracked lips. Soreness travels throughout her beaten and bruised body, though she shows no sign of discomfort. All she merely does is lift her arms with a sad smile, almost as if inviting a hug, hands extended out to Sans.

Please...

Please, trust me.

９９９９

９９９９

９９９９

９９９９

...what...?

A sharp pain shoots through June’s chest, eyes wide with terror slowly falling down, recognizing the end of a bone now pierced through her chest. Her SOUL violently trembles in her chest, barely maintaining the will to remain whole. She gasps quietly, lowering her hands only to hover them over her wounded chest.

“Hh-hahh... ah... I—...”

More tears flood June’s eyes, despair rooting deep in her SOUL as it crumbles apart before her very eyes. She sharply breathes in, weeping to herself, knees instantly hitting the floor. June directs her glistening gaze back up at Sans, eyebrows twisted above her nose and her lips parted, yet no word slips out.

Sans stares back at her, his left hand hovering by his side.

“...”

“...no... p-please...” June croaks, “This... can’t... be how... it ends...”

“...”

His eye sockets slightly squint.

“see you in hell, human...”

No...

Nononononono...

What...

...this...

‎

T̷̫͉̰͕̒́h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟ i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟s̩͙͖̋͛͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘’t̴͕͖͓̀ m̶̷͔ͪ̽͡y̯̤͑́́̓́ h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀p̶̸̨̺͊̍̒̓̀y̯̤͑́́̓́ ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘d̸̡̩͍̔ͥ͜i̵͓͙̱͚̎͟n̷̶̯͉̊̽̐ͦ͘g̴̶̛̮̣͙͠...

𝐅𝐈𝐍. (1/1)

[hopelessromance21]

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 pt. 3/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life

CONTENT WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE · SMUT · BODY WORSHIP · MONSTERFUCKER MATERIAL · CUNNILINGUS · VAGINAL PENETRATION · PRAISE · MENTIONS OF EDGING · OVERSTIMULATION · MONSTER MAGIC · VAGUE DEGRADATION · INAPPROPRIATE USE OF PUNS

Word count: 7,807 words

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AHHH!!!! Part 3 is finally here! I am SO relieved to finally get it done, because yeesh this was stuck at the back of my mind for the past two weeks. Luckily, it's here!!!

This is heavy smut, but honestly I feel like it may have some rushed parts in it, but eh. It's done, which means no more procrastinating. We's fucking out the racism in this part, whoop whooooop.

Again, this is a OC x Canon kinda fic, so veer off if it ain't your forte. Human!Sans's design goes to @htsan once more. Lovely lovely lovely and I hope you enjoy readin' this even if it might be a lil messy (we like it that way) here 'n there. Uhhh, ignore the fact I kinda kept imagining Sans standin' on a fuckin' step stool- SDFRGHBGFDHN-

Anywhos, that's about it on my end. I do wanna say I MAYYYYY have a bonus scene planned for this final part, so i may edit this later. Keep an eye out for the bonus scene essentially ;)

Enjoy part three, y'all. cha cha <3

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“i never got to eat dinner at the restaurant... ‘nd i’m still hungry...”

Hh-Huh-?!

Wh—

What’s-... what’s he gonna do to me?

The feline is entirely immersed in a sense of awe as she scrutinizes Sans, whose chubby body stands directly between her legs—effectively dividing them. Her SOUL palpitates unevenly within the compass of her chest, embarrassment devouring her whole being as soon as her gaze sets on her own pair of legs. They remain perched on either shoulder, dangling down to rest against Sans’s supple body.

Wincing, Lune flexes her ears, forcing them to stand upright and flaunt their light pink flesh toward Sans. Her breathing is hurried and strained, each distinctive strand of fur on her body standing on their ends—causing her overall appearance to seem extra fluffy.

“heh... you look cute like this, y’know?” Sans mumbles, fondness lacing his rich voice. His cerulean eyes bat up to Lune’s baffled expression, lips spreading into an eager grin. “alarmed ‘n docile... really takes away that cat-aclysmic intimidation you like to carry.”

“Kckk-... why-... why you-... you ss-stupid—”

“stupid human, i know, i know,” Sans automatically recites Lune’s favorite nickname. “too bad this stupid human doesn’t fall fer any of your scare tactics. in fact...” He leans closer to her, enjoying her initial reaction to slowly lean back with a wide-eyed expression. “they actually work me up.”

Hh-...

Huh-?!

“Work him up”?

Gawking with a dumb look on her face, Lune does nothing but stammer and burble incomprehensible words. She cannot seem to notice the way her thighs automatically flex and squeeze around Sans’s neck.

“Hh-... huh?” She breathes out, brows creased above her nose.

Sans chuckles, “yeah, it was a little weird for me to wrap my head around, too. it was worse when i thought about when we first met... ‘cause damn i thought that was attractive...”

HUH-?!

I TRIED KILLING HIM-!

“i know, you tried killing me! hella crazy...”

Is-...

Is he some kinda twisted pervert?

With undeniable horror etched into each perspicuous feature on her face, Lune hangs her jaw in shock, letting choked out gasps and stutters roll off her golden tongue. How weird could this guy get?

“knowing i give you this kinda effect, however...” mutters the human man, his curious hands now trailing from Lune’s knees to the girth of her thighs then her waist. Catching her wince and squeak under her breath, Sans grins. “tells me ya ain’t as big ‘n scary as you think you are.”

“Hhn-!”

Lune’s needle-like teeth clench down on each other as soon as Sans slips his palms back to her thighs just to dig them further between her legs, stroking the fur on the inside of her thighs. Her ears shoot up straight, face ignited with a colony of golden freckles that burn across her cheeks. Lune’s eyes gape wide, SOUL pounding inside her chest and reverberating across her sensitive eardrums.

Hha?

“Whuh—”

“there’s no need to hide somethin’ i know you have,” croons Sans, whose cerulean eyes fervently gaze up into Lune’s dark skirt.

“H-Huh-?!” Lune exclaims, frantically burrowing both hands into her lap, forcing fabric to blanket herself. “I-... I don’t-... erm... I hh-have... nn-no idea what you’re... t-talking about...” she huffs, neglecting to acknowledge how vigorously she trembles on the kitchen counter.

Sans slightly squints his eyes, his grin permanent even when he looks back up at Lune’s dumbfounded face. Although the feline sports no panties to be “modest”, her crotch, where the naked bits of a human woman would be, is entirely shrouded in smooth fur. Ironically enough, the lack of genitalia reminds Sans of the way Ken and Barbie dolls are designed... pg-friendly.

“you’ve got monster magic,” Sans states the obvious no matter how flustered Lune gets. “i know you can make a pretty lil cunt for me if i asked real nice...”

“Mh-... I-... I, erm... haah-... you-... y-you...” She palms her fluffy cheeks, unaware of what state her face is in. “I-I... can’t...”

He raises a naked brow at her, cocking his head forward.

Lune’s shoulders jerk as soon as her eyes meet his. It is as if his impish cerulean eyes sear through the darkness of their apartment specifically to match gazes with her. She shakes under his intense stare, her ears slowly twisting away.

“did little miss luney lose all her bite?” He teases her. “i’ve seen juney use her magic before. i know you can do it, too, pretty kitty.”

“I-... h-ha...”

Lune’s thighs slowly inch toward each other until the fold in between her legs is completely squished, creating an additional batch of wrinkles in the fabric. Batting her eyes down, Lune anxiously gawks at Sans, who gives her a look of anticipation instead. Shuffling against the granite counter, Lune’s tail writhes across the cool surface, incidentally sweeping away a fine layer of dust that may have settled during the day.

I—

This-...

This... crazy human...

Is this why June’s so obsessed with this guy?

“Mh...” Lune mumbles, averting her eyes entirely.

The dark, furry calves dangling over Sans’s broad yet sunken shoulders faintly shake, causing Sans to switch his attention over to her body language. He sees her hands pin themselves against the counter behind her, watching the way her shoulders tenderly shudder, ears slowly drooping. Her legs remain pressed together, clearly intending to conceal her most vulnerable spot.

Seeing how she refuses to link her gaze with his, Sans momentarily allows his grin to falter, a look of concern crossing his features. He rubs the side of her thigh, uncaring of the way her knees slightly press into his chubby cheeks.

“hh-hey...” he mumbles out, “if yer not comfortable... we don’t have ta keep goin’, y’know? we can-... we can just... bake a pizza ‘n watch some tv... on the couch, if ya want.”

Mmh...

Lune’s elusive gaze is interjected by a surprised blink, her piercing golden eyes whipping back to meet with Sans’s strangely soothing ones. Her tail ceases its snake-like movement, stilling against the smooth granite surface. She blinks again, lips somewhat parted when facing the clean-shaven human, who evidently keeps his eyes centered on her bewildered expression.

When the feline decisively selects her choice for the night, she releases whatever tension she sustained at the base of her ears, letting them flop submissively against her head. With Sans’s fixated attention solely on her, Lune finds herself flustered by how intentionally affectionate his gaze and words are.

Flushing with specks of gold across her fluffy cheeks, Lune bashfully turns her head away, ignorant to how brightly the tips of her ears glow along with her freckles. She spots his expectant look from the corner of her eye, though she remains silent, pressing her lips tightly against each other.

“...”

“...?”

Sans stares expectantly, unable to cock his head forward or to the side with Lune’s knees pressing into his face. He’s pleasantly surprised, however, when the feline monster merely grumbles quietly and releases a stiffness that keeps her thighs squished together. Eagerly, he lowers his gaze, witnessing the pudge of her legs flatten as she parts her legs.

Excitement crashes over him as soon as his wide, cerulean eyes—swirling with pure ardor—land on her lap. He swears his mouth unconsciously douses itself in saliva the instant he sees what Lune willingly presents: delicately glistening folds that match the color of her eyes and the tips of her ears, a single hooded pearl delved just above her fleshy creases—which Sans quickly identifies as her clitoris. The fact Lune’s knowledge of the human woman’s genitalia is just as advanced as June’s makes the human wonder... has she simply seen everything before without ever admitting it?

Her aurelian folds remain exposed to the chill of their apartment, impulsively clamping around nothing, which automatically incites Sans’s heart to skip a beat and his vocal cords to briefly vibrate with a low groan. Overwhelmed with arousal and affection, Sans twists his head just so that his lips press firm kisses into Lune’s knees and inner thighs.

“Hn-! Hhah... hh...” Lune yelps, raising a hand to palm her mouth albeit weakly. “Hff... hng...”

“man... y’smell so... fucking good,” mumbles Sans, who intently presses his lips against her trembling knees. “you’re so good for me, luney. hh... wanna make you feel so good...”

His soft lips peck her inner thighs, diving his head further between her legs, which he notices shake almost vehemently. With his digits immersed in her smooth fur, Sans slithers them down her thighs before they reach her curvy hips, tenderly scrunching her skirt further up to grant him better access.

Lune’s eyes remain batted wide, scrutinizing every movement Sans makes. She feels his phantom touch tickle the sides of her thighs, stirring her once-smooth raven fur, now disturbed and ruffled. Her SOUL shakes violently inside her chest, humming a distinctly rich tune that Lune does not recognize. Watching the way he slithers his head closer to the apex of her legs, Lune quietly squeaks and heavily exhales, unable to cease her trembling no matter how humiliating it is.

Wh-... what the-...

What... i-is this?

Why can’t...

I stop...

Sh-Shaking-?!

A saturated smack waves across the spacious apartment floor, instantaneously followed by a resonant yelp paired with laborious breathing. Lune gasps, hysterically palming her mouth when a spongy pair of lips delicately latch onto her vulnerable clit, his warm drool colliding against her viscid wetness, slipping between the contour of her clitoral hood and her fluttering vulva.

Unable to hush her libidinous sounds, Lune whines, her ears straining themselves in twisting away entirely and falling flat against the sides of her head. Tendons and muscles in her legs instinctively flex—almost in a ripple effect—, tightening the hold they have around Sans’s head. Whilst her legs maintain their stiffness over Sans’s shoulders, her arms lose their strength little by little until all she can do is lay herself flat against the chilled and sleek countertop.

Her tail wriggles out from beneath her, curling tightly at her side while her spine gradually molds upward, her back curving up off the surface of their counter. The monster’s whines evolve into strained gasps and vigorous pants, her voice coming in between cracks of her breathing.

When the human between her raven legs suckles at her highly susceptible bundle of nerves concealed beneath her swollen clit, Lune’s fangs grind together before her jaw hangs open, lustrous strands of saliva cohered between her upper and lower set of teeth. She wails uncontrollably, bending her calves into each other to cross over Sans’s back, inevitably dragging him closer to her.

“HAah-! AHh... hahh-... hmnh-... ahh, ah-! Hnh-!” Lune fiercely pants against the chilly air of their apartment, each fiber on her being stood on their ends. “Oh, ffu-ck... hahh...”

Listening to her breathless whines seems to only kindle Sans’s eagerness to please her, smothering his yawning mouth up against her gushy flesh, voraciously running his tongue over her glistening sphere of nerves. With expert precision, he runs his tongue over the delicate hood slipped over her clitoris, further exposing her sweet spot inside his hot, cavernous mouth. Her scent washes over him, flooding his receptors and sending excitement throughout his stumpy body. A distinct hint of citrus tickles his nose before it overwhelms his taste buds as he molds his pink muscle against Lune’s cunt.

A sweet yet mildly sour flavor trails across Sans’s taste buds, inciting a resonant groan from the depth of his chest. The longer he wriggles and curls his tongue against her puffy clit, the more Sans is reminded of the candy lemonheads.

shit...

i ain’t the biggest fan of candy...

His enamored eyes glaze over Lune’s sprawled form, admiring how her chest rises and falls vigorously and her waist squirms side to side. Soon, he drops his gaze, rolling his palms over the top of Lune’s thighs and gently increasing the strength of his grip, squeezing her pudgy muscles. His breath rolls over her vulva, drawing out another string of gasps from the feline monster.

but i wouldn’t mind developin’ a sweet tooth for this...

Distinctively increasing the vigor of his suckling, Sans flicks the tip of his agile tongue against Lune’s throbbing clitoris, torturing her arousal until he gets her voice to crack and shake vehemently. His hooded eyes pierce through the darkness, watching her pin her finger beans firmly against the counter, elbows pointed up at the ceiling. She curves her abdomen upward, throwing her head back, hinging her jaw open to draw in guttural breaths and release her whines—tight with agitation.

He can feel her heels slowly dig into his upper back, though he doesn’t mind what ache develops in his muscles (he’s sure June would heal him right up in the morning). Lune’s arousal smears itself across his parted lips, spreading over the corners of his mouth and dribbling down to his chin. The closer he presses himself into her, the harder his tongue wriggles against her sensitivity, groaning lowly at her wails of tormented pleasure.

“mmh... mh...”

“Ggh-! Haah-! Haa... hh... ahhh-! Mgh-!” Lune writhes atop the counter, her tail furiously curling and wagging. “Ffuck... fuck... hha! Oh, fuck! Mghh... hhahh...!”

Granting himself a momentary pause, Sans disconnects his sodden lips from Lune’s drenched cunt, her viscous arousal clinging to his skin and shining beneath the luminosity of the moonlight. He roughly pants against her exposed pussy, the tip of his trembling tongue merely peeking out from his unhinged jaw. Cerulean eyes take in the sight of Lune’s defenseless form, stretched out across the counter.

Her body is slightly contorted, shaking underneath a veil of opalescent scintillation casting through their large windows from the living room. Lune’s arms are pinned above her head, claws attempting to dig into the firm granite, though they make no progress. Her ears are deemed too weak to perk up, lying flat against the counter, their golden tips tickled by the chill of their countertop.

As Sans’s hot breath coasts over Lune’s saturated cunt, she sharply inhales, twitching uncontrollably before attempting to withdraw her sensitive core away. She is stopped by Sans’s tight grip, another slew of whines reverberating within her throat.

“Hngg... mmh...”

“sensitive thing, aren’t ya?” Sans hums, his lips ghosting over her glistening folds. “i’m still starving, y’know?”

Lune’s eyes instinctively squeeze themselves shut, more whimpers rolling off her golden tongue.

“such a good little kitty,” he mumbles, licking his lips, gulping down her citrus-y arousal. “mm... sweetest dessert i’ve ever had, too...”

Without sparing a second, Sans guides his hands over the sides of her thighs before he presses them to the undersides. Gripping her girthy thighs, Sans presses them up, forcing her calves to slide off his back. Her toes hit the edge of the counter, instantaneously curling against the edge, digging her extended claws into the ceramic material hiding underneath. She now remains laying on her back, legs folded up and separated just enough that Sans could slip his head right between her chunky thighs.

“well, damn, just look at you,” remarks the man, his thumbs massaging deeply into the bottoms of her thighs. “yer just soaked, huh? you just can’t wet for me to dive back in.”

“Hhnggg... nn-... hh...” Lune whines, clenching her eyes shut as if it will save her from whatever humiliation is bound to wash over her.

Sans croons as he lowers his lids, observing the way her legs tremble against his strength and her cunt flutters around emptiness.

“d'aww... is my pretty kitty too shy to ask for more?” He leans closer, keeping her legs pinned just far enough from one another that he is able to peek through. “i’m okay with hearing a nice “please” from ya, sweetie...”

Clamping her lips shut, Lune noticeably shakes on the granite countertop, her tail whipping once before withdrawing to her side. She attempts to press her legs together, but she is weak against Sans’s hands, her sensitivity now strung-out and decreasing her will to resist.

“Mfh... hhu... nn-...” Lune peeks an eye open, ignoring how unsteady her vision is as she looks down at Sans’s smug expression. “No,” she musters out, albeit her voice is thin and fickle.

Rather than display his aggravation for her resistance, Sans merely grins and bends down to ghost his lips against her shimmering folds, breathing over her gummy creases without ever moving an inch. He feels her legs jerk against his hands, hoping to squeeze themselves shut, but he refuses to let her.

“Mh-! Hhah-... ngh...” Lune throws her head back, fingers firmly pressing into a rock solid surface. Her SOUL writhes deeply inside her chest, droning loudly enough to get Lune to purr. “Ff-Fuck! Ffine-! Puh-... ngh-! Please...!”

Sans chuckles, “sheesh, was that so hard?”

Lune’s throat trills with a quiet grumble, her eyes squinting open, staring up at a blank gray ceiling, spotting individual lights installed above despite their lack of illumination. Her respite is cut short when a humid mouth attaches back onto her fluttering cunt, causing her SOUL to jump inside of her chest and luring out a startled moan.

Sans keeps a firm grip against Lune’s thighs, keeping them pressed up in order to expose more of her sodden pussy. He digs his tongue between her vulva, swirling around the aurous folds, hitting every possible nerve before slithering his muscle to her expectant opening. The muscle clamps uncontrollably as his tongue brushes against its rim, earning a prolonged moan from Lune, who squirms from pleasure.

“HAhh-! Mgh-! Ah, fuck! Hh... hff...”

Humming deeply against her drenched core, Sans pries his eyes open just enough to see Lune utterly disheveled on top of their kitchen counter. He is almost tempted to pull away again—to keep up a cycle of unbearable torture that would leave her completely ruined.

i’m not that mean...

Pressure prods at her opening before shoving itself past her barrier, drawing out a high-pitched squeal that bleeds into a winded gasping session. Lune’s toes curl into the edge of the counter, her spine curved up as pleasure surges through her form in powerful waves. Tears almost border the feline’s eyelids as she squints her eyes open, forced to feel Sans’s tongue wriggle inside of her, grazing against her gummy walls and hitting her sensitive nerves.

“Ngh-! Fff-... fu-ck... oh... hAH-!” Lune gasps, pushing against Sans’s hands unconsciously while squeezing around his tongue.

Listening to his lewd slurping, Lune furiously blushes and sinks her claws into the counter, hardly chipping the material. With so much arousal and pleasure running through her, Lune cannot keep herself from throwing her head back, stirring her fur. She parts her lips, golden tongue threatening to loll out as Sans curls his deep inside, a yelp escaping her when he firmly nudges her g-spot (which he discovered rather quickly).

Enraptured by her sounds and taste, Sans lets out a low moan against her pussy, dexterously rolling and swirling his tongue past her opening. He runs the flat of his tongue up into her g-spot, repeatedly coiling the tip of his tongue back to stimulate her sensitivity. His eyes peer open, gazing from between Lune’s thighs to scrutinize the way she violently trembles from his amorous affections.

Seeing her chest increasingly rise and fall, Sans studies her body language further, momentarily creasing his brows with concentration. She jolts atop the granite, curling her toes intensely while gasping frantically, her cunt unconsciously clamping and pulsing around his thrusting muscle.

“Hng-! hAH-! HAa... hn... mmgh...” Lune whimpers, legs and arms losing their strength. “Ffuckk... ah... ah! Oh, f-fuck... mng–” her features contort tightly–“Ss-Sans... p-... please...! Agh-!”

As much as the short human would like to pry his eager lips from Lune’s fluttering pussy to watch her break down sobbing—utterly ruined by her orgasm vanishing before her—he decides to spare mercy. He doesn’t seem to notice how goosebumps rise over his exposed skin as his name rolls off her lips (is this the first time she’s called him by name tonight?).

huh...

Fascination glistens inside of Sans’s eyes, fixated on Lune’s reclined form.

didn’t realize i liked hearin’ luney saying my name so much

Slightly embarrassed, he lowers his gaze.

i’m so fucking hard, too.

Moans and whines ring out across the platform of their shared apartment, possibly soaking into their walls, or leaking out from their front door. Lune’s slender and fluffy body twists with bliss, overcome with a jarring numbness the instant Sans hums against her dripping cunt. A sensation Lune can only describe as pure endorphins and ecstasy cruises over her, tension seizing every possible muscle in her body—inevitably clamping her cunt around Sans’s tongue.

“Mgh-... HAAh-! Ahh... ahh... hha... m-mgh...” she gasps, dropping her arms above her head.

“hmm... mh...” Sans deeply moans, lips suckling on her pulsating folds.

He is deliberate with keeping his lips pressed firmly against her sodden cunt, gulping down every bit of clear arousal leaking from her clenching hole. Slowly, his pale lids peel open, staring Lune down both affectionately and greedily.

Her lips part, desperately swallowing as much air as her otherworldly lungs will let her. Lune’s moans are dramatically lowered in volume, coming out mumbled as her lips begin to seal themselves shut. She shakes, her bliss ebbing away and leaving behind an almost delirious look over her face.

The feline pants, “Hhf-... haa... hnh...”

“nice, huh?” Sans breathes out, his lips and chin glossed with her juices. “you sounded... hhf-... real nice sayin’ my name like that...”

Typically, the feline would snap to her senses and jerk up to face Sans—her face distorted in such a way it’d make him grin even more—, eventually concocting a virulent set of words to throw his way out of denial. Instead, she stays lying back, still hoping to gather her wits after experiencing such an overwhelming orgasm.

Lune blearily gazes at the ceiling, weakly moaning before wincing when the same set of hands plastered beneath her thighs clamps her waist. Albeit trembling the entire time, Lune slightly lifts her head to look down, observing how Sans stretches her sore legs out and over the edge of the countertop. She is startled when he utilizes his strength to pull her toward him, ears perking up and glowing in sync with her freckles.

“H-Huh...?”

“i wanna make ya scream my name like that again...” Sans utters, staring up at Lune with a devilish glint in his eyes—it almost appears uncanny to the feline. “i’m hard as a brick, too... heh... guess you could say i’m ready ta rock yer world.”

Oh...

My fucking god...

I can’t... believe this guy is the same one that ate me like I was his last meal...

“...eh...” Lune blinks. “You—”

“you didn’t think we were done, didja?”

“Eek-!”

Jerking, Lune is suddenly pulled just close enough to the edge of the counter she can easily revolve around to face the counter on her stomach... which is exactly what happens. Sans’s hands precisely maneuver her body in order to stand right up against the counter, knees practically glued to the cabinet beneath.

Lune’s skirt immediately flaps down on the front of her thighs, tickling her fur. She plasters her golden finger pads against the counter, ears plainly erect (clearly not the only thing erect too), hyper aware of each and every sound shifting through the atmosphere. Her tail curls up, swaying with reluctance, almost as if it is anticipating the unexpected.

“shit...”

Her ear snaps to the side.

“just feel how hard ya made me, pretty kitty...” Sans groans, his spongy hands clinging onto Lune’s hips and pulling her to firmly press her glistening cunt against a swollen lump rising beneath a thin layer of cotton.

“Hck-! NGhh-...” Lune chokes on her own spit, her head instantly dropping between her shoulders as her dripping folds forcibly part against the smooth fabric of Sans’s dress pants—her juices now smeared and soaked into his crotch. “Haah... hha... hgh...”

Sans pants, his round cheeks furnished with crimson, “hah... i know yer my pretty kitty...” His jaw aches as he clenches his teeth, strained groans trickling from his vocal cords. “but guess i’m glad... hhf-... t-ta know i get ya moanin’ like a bitch in heat, heh...”

As ashamed as Lune normally is for sparing Sans a visible reaction, she does nothing but whine to herself and press her closed eyes into the back of her hands. She pants heavily against the counter, ignorant to the way her breath builds a thin layer of condensation across the granite.

“hha... you’re always one ta like it ruff, too...”

Oh, my God.

I’ll...

Fucking kill you...

Wh-When...

I’m nn-normal...

“shit... ha... don’t think i can handle bein’ mean to the both of us... a-any longer,” mutters the short human, beads of salty sweat glissading down his distorted features.

Vvvhp...

The rattle of Sans’s fly causes Lune to grit her teeth, shuddering expectantly, her ears flopping down—they lack any ounce of strength to stand tall. A sliver of illumination peeks out as she squints her eyes open, staring down at the uneven patterns of granite rock installed beneath her, briefly noticing her reflection staring back up at her. She almost growls at how fluffy and disheveled her fur has become, irritated at herself for crumbling so quickly underneath this human’s touches and ministrations.

Her lips part, prepared to snarl at the smug human pressed up against her, but she is robbed of any words when a rigid warmth grazes between her silken folds; small, nearly indistinct bumps tickling her bundle of nerves, which she quickly discerns as veins riding up against her. A breathless yelp leaves her, arousal charging throughout her lower abdomen like a bolt of lightning struck her.

Electricity runs through her figmental veins, forcing her body to curl into the counter and writhe uncontrollably. Lune whines, instinctively attempting to press her thighs together. Her pitiful attempt does nothing in stopping the human from plunging his hardened cock between her legs, grinding her dripping cunt down against the top.

“Hah-... HG-! Ahh... hha... ah...” Lune pants heavily, tensing her jaw to grind her sharp teeth together. “Gnh... hhf...”

She jerks when Sans’s cock incidentally lifts the thin layer of flesh hiding her clitoris, stimulating her sensitivity, slathering her arousal all over his length. Her pleasure coils around her, forcing every muscle in her body to succumb to a sensation of numbness, arms resting around her head, occasionally stretching her claws out to graze the stone beneath her.

Grunting lowly, Sans maintains a steady grip on the monster’s hips, pressing his into her ass. His cerulean gaze falls when a fluffy cord appears to coil around one of his wrists, spotting Lune’s tail weakly wrapping around his skin. He has half a mind to smirk to himself, heart racing inside of his chest as he pumps his cock against Lune’s aurelian cunt, panting at her heat running over his flesh.

Arousal and juices practically envelop Sans’s well-endowed cock as he glides between her squishy thighs, his excitement rising when her lewd wetness fills the air in crackles.

“hah... hhf... well... shit...” he breathlessly chuckles. “there’s, ngh-... nn-no way you... could deny how... mmh- hh-horny you are... just... hha... listen.”

Her hips are jolted back, ass forced up against Sans’s pelvis. His dick thrusts right up against her cunt, a sickeningly lewd crinkling filling the air.

“AH-! HNg-... agh-!” Lune yelps, recoiling her arms to cover her mouth. Burning tears line her lower lids, glinting in the moonlight painting their home.

A low groan of approval vibrates within Sans’s chest, tickling his ribcage. He glances at the back of Lune’s head, observing her drop her head to look at her front.

Lune lowers her head, her eyes gradually peeling open just enough that she can see the front of her skirt lightly flap up, though she is unable to see Sans’s thrusting cock peek from between her squishy thighs. Her freckles glow brightly in the dark, arousal coursing through her like beads of rain dribbling down a window.

“Hha-! Hh... hhf... hahh... mgh...”

“hah... oh, fuck... hff... that’s-... that’s it...” he exhales, “oh, shit... hhf... don’t think-... hahh... don’t think i can wait much-... mngh-... much lon-ger...”

“...-ase...” mumbles Lune.

Sans’s movements slow, keeping his thick erection pinned up against her fluttering pussy. He raises a brow, squeezing her hips.

“...care ta repeat that, babe?”

“Mghh...” Her ears lose their strength instantaneously, drooping down until they fall flat against the sides of her head. “...p-... pl-... -ease...”

A single thrust.

“MNg-!”

“tsk... i can’t seem ta thrust my ears right now... so, i might have ya repeat that again, sweetheart.”

“Nngh...” Lune’s teary eyes squint open, staring across their counter with a look of annoyance crossing her face. “Ffuck... please... mgh...”

Friction is added to her cunt again, only to freeze once more.

“Hgck-!”

“mmmm... plllleeease what?” Sans grins, hands trembling at her hips.

Lune coughs and whines. She stretches her body as far as she can, arms lunging out and digging their claws into the granite, aches developing at the rings of flesh connecting her faded yellow claws to her black, furry fingers.

“HNG-! Please... hahh- please, ff-fuck me already!” She complains, her needle-like teeth clenched together.

“heh,” Sans huffs, hips painstakingly slow with recoiling from Lune’s ass, intentionally dragging his length down her fleshy cunt. “took ya long enough.”

She grumbles, “Sh-Shut up...”

“you like this too much,” Sans chuckles, gliding his palm down the curve of her ass in order to grip his pulsating length, hissing under his breath when he spies pearlescent beads springing from his urethra. His cheeks burn red at the sight of his precum seeping out until it glissades over the arc of his tip.

shit, i am horny.

Lune’s ears flick the second they capture slippery crinkles, gasping frantically when a heated pressure traces up and down her slit, forcibly parting her gummy folds—ignorant to the thin, glossy threads coating her aurous flaps. Curving her spine, Lune pants, mindlessly attempting to roll her hips back to receive more stimulation. A tight moan streams from her lips when Sans’s grip fixes itself on her hip, eyelids squeezing themselves shut.

“ohh... fu-... fuck...” Sans breathes out, his heart and SOUL practically thumping in sync with Lune’s pulsing cunt.

He grits his teeth, smearing her juices all over the head of his cock before he eventually gets tired of his own teasing. Sans, still maintaining a grip on his throbbing cock, leads his hips closer, pressing his tip directly against Lune’s fluttering hole, groaning at her eagerness every time she instinctually clamps down.

Lune, with a fine and delicate voice, whines as tension builds around her opening, cunt forcibly parting to swallow Sans’s cock head—pleasure and hints of discomfort rippling over her. Shuffling atop the counter, Lune draws her arms in to press her mouth into the crook of her arm, effective in stilling her lustful sounds. Pressure continues pressing into Lune’s fluttering cunt, her rim stretching out in order to accommodate Sans’s girth, until finally the ring of flesh surrounding his cock head snaps in and remains pressed up against her gummy walls.

“HHAh-! Ahh... hffh... m-mgh...” Lune’s moans are absorbed into her furry arms, maintaining a low volume within their apartment.

“hhf-... oh... ffuck...” Sans groans, droplets of his perspiration glissading down his contorted expression. His fingers press further into Lune’s hips, unconcerned by the concept of possibly bruising her—he’s lost count of the times he’s gripped onto June like this and discovered no signs of bruises or sores the next day. “fuck, that’s good. mgh... sheesh, wh-what a mess... hahh... oh, fuck...”

His teary eyes descend to reach the sight of his tip penetrating Lune’s glistening cunt, her aurelian folds pulsing in tune with her SOUL. Arousal dribbles from Lune’s opening, wrapping around the head of Sans’s cock, creating a lustrous ring of their sticky fluids. Sans’s cerulean eyes lock onto Lune’s pussy, intently studying how her fleshy opening clamps instinctively, attempting to suck in more of his length.

Groaning under his breath, Sans presses his hips closer, slipping more of his girth into Lune’s sopping cunt. He is overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, grunting at her tightness when he finally thrusts his length inside, goosebumps traveling over his heated body at the loud moan rolling over Lune’s tongue. All the air from his lungs leaves him in the form of a satisfied groan, cheeks now flushed with the blood furiously pumping throughout his stocky form.

“haah... hff-... hh... oh... sh-shit... hha... mgh... y-...” Blearily, Sans groans and looks up at the back of Lune’s head, which now hangs between her trembling shoulders. “y’feel... mnh-... ss-so fuckin’ good ‘round me... haa...”

“Mgh... hng... hh...” Lune, engrossed in her staggering bliss, is unable to give Sans a proper response, only releasing hurried whines and trembling moans. “Ngh... mmh... ah...”

Lune remains spread over the countertop, legs trembling—possibly unable to keep her standing anymore—, and her arms slightly held out before her. Her tail uncurls itself from Sans’s wrist, swaying in the air from an overabundance of endorphins rushing through her body. She pants heavily, her insides stuffed with Sans’s thick and veiny cock, his tip nudging her g-spot almost perfectly.

Shaking in her spot, Lune presses herself harder against the counter, a sensation similar to chills waving over her as the cool of the granite grazes her hidden skin. Lune’s ears flick for a moment before flopping back, too weak to stand up on their own.

“ffuck,” curses the human, gliding his palms further down to place his hands on a better spot. His lips weakly spread into a lopsided grin, face hot and shining under the curtain of moonlight. “heh, i don’t think i can, hff- ww-wait anymore, luney...”

Dragging his hips back, Sans pulls his cock further out, now revealing that his shaft is coated with a thin, glossy layer of their juices. His heart and SOUL jump in sync at the pornographic sight, moaning at how quickly Lune’s cunt is to react to his movement.

“nGH-! Ah, ahh... haa-! Oh, fuck...!” Mewling within their kitchen, Lune’s hair rises and her body writhes, tail curling tightly above her ass. “Haah... ggck...”

“hah... damn... ss-sensitive, huh?”

“Hng... pl-... please...”

“mmh...?” Sans slows his hips, staring at Lune’s backside until his gaze trails to the back of her head. He sharply inhales when she slightly shoves her hips back, effectively forcing his length to probe a little deeper.

The feline monster squints her golden eyes open, excitement and lust crowding her SOUL and sending her into a state of pure fervor. No longer does she feel shame or fury for her loss in this subconscious battle of power. Lune stretches her arms further out, forcing out her yellow-ish claws to dig into the dense granite, golden freckles sparkling across her features. Grinding her teeth momentarily, Lune whines and throws in her imaginary towel, finally giving in to her need.

“Hck-! Please, Sans...!” Wails the black cat, pathetically jerking her hips back. “Please... ff-fuck me! Hnng-! Fuck me, please-!”

well, shit...

maybe she’s hornier than me...

Breathing in nothing but her enthralling scent, mixed with her utterly libidinous words, Sans is motivated to thrust his hips back into her ass, shoving his cock deep inside her drenched hole. He pants heavily, lungs burning and heart pounding, but he doesn’t care.

“y’wanna get fucked...?” He huffs, lowering his lids slightly.

With his dick ramming back in at seemingly full force, pressing against her g-spot at such an angle, Lune gasps and loudly moans, uncaring if any neighbors hear (they probably do, and might give them a heads up in the morning). She falls flat on her chest, pressing her hot cheek against the granite, her entire body rocking forward—in tune with Sans’s direct thrusts.

“AGH-! Ahh... ahh...! Hng-! Fuckk-... fuck... mngh-... fuck me, Sans! HAh-!” She pants, her voice tight with pleasure.

“haff... hff... since-... since my pretty kitty finally knows what-... mgh... what she wants,” mumbles Sans, lowering his gaze in order to lift a hand and grab Lune’s tail within seconds. He tugs it back, almost as if intending to draw Lune closer to him while he juts his hips forward. “guess i have no choice but... mnh-... to give ‘er what she, haa-... wants...”

“hAHH-! Hahh, haa... hhhn...” Lune’s moans dramatically increase in volume, a deliciously powerful sensation riding up her spine as Sans tugs on her tail. She claws at the granite, hanging her jaw open in order to gulp as much air as she can. “Ahh... hha, hhf-... hn-! Ffff-... hah-! AH-!”

Sans’s lower abdomen tenses with each deliberate thrust he makes, burrowing his dick quicker and deeper into Lune’s willing cunt. A satisfied groan leaves his lips as he tugs on Lune’s tail again, grunting roughly and glancing down to watch her ass collide into his pelvis, stuffing his veiny cock past her slick opening. He listens to her high-pitched mewls, beads of sweat traveling down his concentrated expression before a devilish grin cracks across his lips.

His skin slaps into her fluffy body, subduing their lewd noises—somewhat—, forcing his tip to repeatedly prod at her g-spot. Shivers crawl down his back as Lune unleashes a flood of breathless groans, her cunt uncontrollably clamping around him.

“hah-... hff-... heh...” Sans continues plowing his cock deep inside of the feline monster, bending over slightly to stretch his arm out to grasp the crook of Lune’s neck. The new anchor he has on her body easily gives Sans the vantage of burying his cock with solid juts of his hips. He pants and lifts his head up, giving the back of Lune’s head a crooked grin. “so, hff- you just keep, hh-... hatin’ humans ‘cos they’re... hah... all awful...”

Lune whines, tears pricking the corners of her eyes as her body rocks forward each time Sans ruts into her, her head gradually tilting back in order to face the ceiling. Her jaw hangs wide open, allowing her tongue the freedom to loll out and hang mindlessly (ironically in the fashion of a dog). She draws in sharp breaths, gasping and whining every time her g-spot is nudged by the bulbous head of Sans’s cock.

“but... hha-... when yer... mhh- gettin’ fucked silly by one, it’s... ah... it’s suddenly fine, huh?”

Violently, Lune breathes in and out through the cavern of her mouth, golden tongue shimmering in its own slaver, beads of translucence gaining weight from the back of her tongue before they skim down unevenly. Drops of spit dribble from Lune’s gaping mouth, splatting on the once-pristine granite counter.

Her spine curves up, arms tense and outstretched in front of her, where they are relentless in clawing into the granite. Lune moans loudly, unable to process the connotation of Sans’s words with his girth repeatedly slamming into her sensitive walls.

“mgh... hehe... what’s the matter?” Chuckles the clean-shaven human, who presses his upper body against her shuddering back. “cat got yer tongue?”

Instead of snapping back, Lune mewls, ears twisting back and capturing each and every sound caused by the collision of Sans’s pelvis and her ass. She can hear the crackles of her wet cunt as it swallows Sans’s cock, his balls—now taut with his load—repeatedly slap against her clitoris. Lune’s face glows brighter, cunt squeezing tightly around his thickness until she weakly drops her head between her shoulders, one of which is still clamped on by Sans’s hand.

“Hgnn-! Hah-! Ahhh... oh, fff-... hhf... ahh, ahhh-!”

“mmg... hng... ahh, fuck, luney...” groans the human, pressing his face between the blades of her shoulders. He deeply inhales her addictive scent, his hips continuing to rut into Lune, though his hands possess a tremor. “fuck, ss-so good... y’feel so good... mmgh... just want... haa-... just want you. fuck... yy-yer gonna... mmgh-... gonna make me... cum soon...”

“AGh-! Hahh-! Ss-... hhu... Sans...” Lune finally gathers enough wit to utter his name, her fingers trembling as they scratch at the counter. Her skirt flaps against the front of her fluffy thighs, out of sync when it comes to each thrust Sans drives into her, his length easily gliding into her pussy. “Hha... ‘m-... ‘m... cc-... cl-ose...”

“hff... yeah...?” Sans tightens the grip he has on her shoulder, entirely lost to the world in terms of mental clarity.

All he can think about, all he can smell, all he can feel is Lune. All that matters to him right now is her. With his amor rising, Sans makes a particularly sharp jerk toward Lune’s g-spot, tiredly grinning at her squeal—knowing she could never restrain such a sound. His cock slides in and out her sloppy cunt, their juices and arousal leaking out and dripping either on the floor or on his pants.

“eh-... ey, lune...” Sans pants, “hgh-... who’s... mm-making ya feel like this?”

Writhing, Lune cannot contain her almost shameful whines, tears streaming down her face as her chest slides up and down the countertop. She shakes, knowing what the human is trying to get her to do, but for a moment, she withholds her voice from speaking. She refuses to give him the pleasure of knowing who’s rendered her so weak and disheveled.

“luuneyyy...” He uses the strength in his position to bury his dick faster, earning a sharp yelp of pleasure from the feline. “i, hff-... asked ya a question... hng...”

Lune sobs the instant his cock head pokes at her g-spot repeatedly, forcing waves of pleasure to hit her over and over. She is ignorant to how her limbs tremble and her tail tightly coils itself around his arm.

“MGh-! Yy-You, Sans-! Mmgh-! Y-... you a-are...!”

“mmh... and who’s—ngh—the one ta... ah- put up with yer shit?”

“Ngh-! You-! You... are-!” She sobs.

“whose-... hgck-! whose cock’s got you makin’ this much... ngh-... noise?”

Lune sharply gasps, her body jerking forward with each collision her ass makes with his lower abdomen.

“AGH-! Y-Yours, Sans-! Yours...! Mghhh... please... hng...”

Sans parts his lips, drawing in deep breaths of air before he releases them in heavy gasps, pulling his hips out just enough to keep his tip inside the barrier of Lune’s cunt before he buries it further inside. He shakes behind Lune, body curving forward, unable to withstand this relentless fucking for much longer.

“hah... mgh... nh... who’s... who’s the only one–” his thrust is particularly hard–”who can make ya cum like this? huff-... i want-... mgh... i wanna name...”

Her lips part, prepared to relay the one name that’s been circulating through her mind this entire night, but she is alarmed by a pressure suddenly circling her clitoris. She recognizes it is the warmth of Sans’s fingers that toy with her sensitivity, instantly stifled by her strained voice leaving her in the form of a desperate whine—laced with a breathlessness that suggests she is unbearably close to her climax... all she needs is an extra push.

“Ngh—”

“hck- c’mon, lune,” Sans grunts, suddenly slithering his arm beneath her arm and stretching it across her chest in order to grab her other shoulder from the front, forcing her body to lean back closer to him. He brushes his lips by the side of her ear, which—he spies—remains flat against her head. “i wanna hear ya loud... mngh-... and clear... who’s makin you cum like this?”

Like a taut string that’s been creeping between a gaping pair of scissors until it is finally snipped in half, Lune’s orgasm snaps through her, cunt clamping forcefully around Sans’s buried dick while her head unconsciously throws itself back. Her SOUL pounds violently against her vessel, buzzing loudly and swelling.

“S-SANs-! AhH-! AAh... hha... ggck... S-Sans...!” Lune proclaims, her voice shaking and utterly wracked with bliss. Her tongue practically unravels itself from within her mouth, rolling out and drooping over the curve of her lower lip. “Hnggg-! Hhah-!”

“mngh-! fffuck... ahg-!” Sans buries the lower half of his face into Lune’s fuzzy shoulder, his sounds muffled and absorbed into her fur as his cock twitches inside her hot and wet pussy, unloading every droplet of his cum.

Wincing in her place, Lune vehemently pants, hoping to catch her breath as a thick pressure builds in her pelvic area. She trembles uncontrollably within Sans’s arms, every muscle etched inside her body tight and sore. Keeping her ears bent back, Lune slowly attempts to relax herself on top of the counter, leaning into the arm coiled around her front and refraining her from laying flat against the countertop.

Pearly beads of cum seep from Lune’s fleshy opening, glissading over Sans’s skin and gathering beneath his cock until it trickles over Lune’s folds and splatters on the floor.

“Hgn... hah... hhf... hh...” Panting, Lune slowly lowers her lids until her eyes are entirely shut, quietly whimpering when the cock stuffed inside of her jerks slightly from the aftermath of its release.

“hha... huff... hhn...” Almost in unison with Lune, Sans breathes heavily and blinks almost wearily, his arms possessing a conspicuous tremble after exerting so much of his recently discovered energy. “ffuck... that’s good...” he mumbles into her shoulder, tiredly lifting and lowering his lids. “mm, y’did so good fer me, luney...”

For a moment, Lune is perplexed by the mutter until she feels a pair of lips press a prolonged kiss onto her shoulder blade, her SOUL jumping within her chest. Slowly, she groans and rests her entire weight forward, relieved to feel Sans slithering his arm from her chest in order to allow her to lay her front against the countertop. Her hips are massaged by both of Sans’s hands, his thumbs pressing up and down in a subtle curve, hoping to knead any sores away before they even get a chance to develop under her flesh.

Lune groans against the counter, fur stood up and her ears now flopped on the granite. Her claws release their death grip muscle by muscle, deliberately stretching out in order to release whatever tension lingers in her fingers before her claws sink back into her fingertips. She can still feel aches pounding at each tip of her digits, but she quickly determines it is not unbearable.

Pap. Pap.

She quietly huffs, golden eyes peering through her squinted lids to study their dim surroundings. Her ear jumps slightly when she hears Sans obnoxiously clear his throat, quickly losing her blissful expression by furrowing her brows and hardening her stare. His hands pat her hips, clearly intending to capture her attention.

“so,” Sans starts off, his breathing now returning to a steady, even flow. “mew that we’re all, hff-... calm now.”

He gently rubs her hip, grinning with an almost giddy glint in his eyes.

“was i... fur-tunate enough ta purr-suade ya, pretty kitty?”

I’m going to kill him.

𝐅𝐈𝐍. (3/3)

[hopelessromance21]

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 pt. 2/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life

CONTENT WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE · ANGST · MENTIONS OF DISCRIMINATION · MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE ·  FLUFF · HEAVY SEXUAL THEMES · BODY WORSHIP · DIRTY TALK · PRAISE · MONSTERFUCKER MATERIAL · INAPPROPRIATE USE OF PUNS · PLOT WITH IMPENDING PORN

Word count: 7,704 words

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Damn, part 2 is here y'all. I don't know when I'll get part 3 done. I've definitely been workin' on it, but it might take a fat ass minute. I normally post all 3 parts, but since part 3 is takin' a minute, figured i should just post this part anyway.

Again, as a disclaimer, this is a Canon x OC fic. Theeeeee human!Sans design is inspired from @htsan's artwork. Again, I don't care if ya decide to reblog or like it up. Go ham.

It gets reaaal spicy near the end, y'all, so be warned. dom sans comin' (haha) at cha. enjoy part twooo. cha cha <3

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“guess you got served anyway, huh?” The short man remarks, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. With a suave mannerism he rarely possesses, Sans turns away and approaches the exit.

Knowing Lune must be on her way to their apartment, Sans wastes no time in pulling the door open (holy shit, he didn’t expect the door to be so heavy) and stepping out into the street. He is immediately greeted with car horns in the distance, subway rails screeching and hissing, and vigorous whirring—which he quickly determines to be the airplanes soaring through the night sky.

Slowly, he tilts his head back, hoping to admire the obsidian sky. His hopeful glance dims when he notices a murky veil drifting across the sky, obscuring the stars he naturally enjoys watching. A small frown plays across his lips, disappointed by the city air spoiling his view of the resplendent stars sparkling and singing way up high. The stars, however, don’t even compare to the radiancy of her eyes... her eyes, even if they hold nothing but bitterness his way, always do well in captivating him. They sparkle like no other star. He loves it when she keeps that look of mischief in her eyes. It reveals her true nature... an impish delight she often tries to mask.

Lowering his chin, Sans blinks and turns in the direction of his and Lune’s apartment, sighing deeply to himself before lifting a foot and starting his journey in following Lune.

she couldn’t have gone far...

His shoulders occasionally bounce with each step, nostrils burning with each sharp inhale he takes. Hints of cigarette smoke paired with gasoline tickles Sans’s sense of smell, earning him an abrupt sniffle before he runs his digit across the underside of his nose.

It does not take Sans too long to catch up to the familiar silhouette of Lune, whose pace is noticeably slow and almost crestfallen. He perks up at the sight of her sunken shoulders and folded ears, slightly hurrying his pace in order to wind up at her side. His cerulean eyes squint in the dimness, falling down to observe the way her tail hardly moves as she traverses down the sidewalk.

When the pair approach a street lamp, Sans’s squinting comes to a halt, his hairless brows releasing whatever tension they held above his nose. He looks back up at Lune, studying her profile.

Her whiskers, which—he regularly notices—protrude out on any average day, now dip with a subtle curve, tenderly bouncing every time she takes a step. His eyes fly up to her ears, scrutinizing the dim glow of their tips even as they lay in a somewhat droopy state. Her fur is noticeably damp when the two travel beneath a halo of light, raven strands now clumped into bigger threads across her face, decreasing the subtle details she possesses on her face.

“...” She stays quiet, keeping her slitted gaze forward.

“...” Sans also stays quiet, but he lowers his eyes from Lune’s face to the concrete beneath him. His teeth momentarily chew on the inside of his cheeks before he lifts his chin, fixating his attention back onto Lune’s indifferent expression.

“...lune?”

Nothing.

They keep walking.

“...you... okay?”

Silence.

All Sans receives is a pattern of their footsteps. Huffing quietly, Sans calmly returns his attention onto the sidewalk, observing each particular crack they walk over. He feels individual pebbles dig into the soles of his tennis shoes, though he says nothing about the uneven course.

If it were June he was walking alongside with, he’d make a stupid observation about something and fill in the gaps of their conversation with dumb jokes. Even if his jokes were the dumbest of the dumb, June always laughed at them. It’s truly one of the things he admires about June... her sweetness.

Now, he realizes, it’s quite difficult to stir up conversation between him and Lune. In all nine months of dating Lune... he’s learned she’s the gloomiest and high-strung monster he’s ever met. He thinks he’s only seen her smile, albeit maliciously, about four or five times. Every other expression she makes is either a grimace, a glare, or a blank, unimpressed look.

“...” Sans curls his digits as they camp in his pockets. “yy-... y’know... the people... in that restaurant back there...” he starts off, daring another glimpse at her impassive expression. “they... they actually told her off... defended ya... which is—”

“Is this you trying to make me feel better?” Lune’s detached voice cuts through his words.

“mm—” Sans blinks, surprise flashing across his cerulean eyes. “well... i guess, y—”

“It won’t work,” she growls out, fangs grinding against each other.

For a moment her narrowed eyes glare down at Sans, the golden hue cutting through the darkness and adhering to Sans’s bewildered face. Soon, she tears her focus away from his round face, fixating on the concrete path they always take on their way home.

“...”

“...”

Sans blinks, chin grazing against his collar as he stares through the obscurity of the night to study the concrete sidewalk again. Another moment of silence washes over them, though Sans is tormented with words he wants to blurt out. Every time he tries to think of how to say them, the words dissipate and retreat into the crevices of his mind. When his lips part and he draws in a breath, he is conquered by the absence of sound.

...

just say something!

she’s obviously upset.

but what the hell would i even say?

comforting people is so... hard...

this is june’s forte... not mine.

His lips separate once more, finally filling his lungs with air in order to disrupt this prolonged silence.

“knock knock,” he simply says.

Lune’s whisker eyebrows promptly meet at the bridge of her nose, folds and wrinkles alike developing in the damp fur of her forehead.

“No.”

“...”

Sans leads his eyes to observe the street, watching a car occasionally drive past before he returns his attention to the ground. He cannot help but gently smile and look back up at Lune.

“...knock knock.”

Lune grumbles, “Stop it.”

“...knock knock,” he persists.

“...”

Sans gawks at her, anticipating her next response. He watches her facial expression for an uncomfortably long time until he realizes she’s firm on remaining silent. This only incites Sans to stretch his grin even more.

“...knock knock,” he says. “c’mon, luney. you gotta answer.”

“...”

Her ears twist back, adamantly flattening themselves against her head. The feline’s furrowed expression deepens, another array of wrinkles digging into her hidden skin. Folds begin to surface on her nose, leading her upper lip to curl back slightly, pearly white fangs glinting between her lips.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

Hh-He’s just trying to make you feel better!

You can also shut the fuck up.

Eh-? L-Lune, what are you—

Instinctively, Lune shoves June’s voice away, burying her essence deep into her consciousness, where she will likely throw a pity party for herself due to being blocked out. Silence conquers the breadth of Lune’s mind, promptly giving her enough headspace to unwind and cherish this moment of peace. Lune did not realize having a second consciousness in her head could give her such an aggravating headache... or perhaps she does know, she simply refuses to admit what trouble June gives her.

“knock knock.”

A distinct huff rolls off her tongue, eyelids sinking over her unimpressed stare. Lune has had enough with this fool as well.

She growls, jerking her head to finally match gazes with Sans before rolling her eyes and staring ahead.

“Who’s there?”

A giddy grin stretches across Sans’s lips, his eyelids squinting cheerfully. Mirth instantly blooms throughout his SOUL when he continues with his joke.

“paw,” he simply replies, chest shaking with excitement.

Lune sighs through her nose.

“Paw, who?”

“paw-lease talk to me, luneyyy,” he whines, throwing his head back and peeking at her with a single eye open.

“Kckk- Are you serious right now?” She gnarls, angrily batting her eyes down at the bald human male. She catches his smug expression and contorts her features, bitterly growling whilst increasing the speed of her pace. “Unbelievable... can’t believe I got stuck with you... ghrh-... mrg-...”

Sans’s shoulders jump upon observing how abrupt Lune is with hastening herself, bemusement flashing across his face. His hands jump from his pockets, patting the air worriedly as he attempts to catch up with the tall feline.

“wh-! ww-wait, lune!” He exclaims, his short legs exerting every ounce of energy they once had in order to match with Lune’s pace. “hh-heyy! c’mon, luney! talk to me! y’know you can tell me anything! yer stressin’ meow-t!”

His panic only swells when she continues traversing down the sidewalk without a hint of hesitance disturbing her stride. Beads of sweat practically leap off his distorted face, eyebrows twisted above his nose and his teeth gritted as he puts in the effort to approach Lune’s side once more.

Lune spares no response, merely tightening her venomous look and glaring at the distance ahead of her. Her tail finally springs up to life, curling and twisting from beneath her swaying skirt, the material bouncing against her damp thighs. Processing the man’s words, Lune’s eyes practically fade into complete darkness, inexplicably grotesque wrinkles emerging between her brows and on her temples.

Kckk-...

This damn comedian...

She cocks her head forward, grinding her fangs.

“lune, c’mooon! don’t be hiss-terical! i’m sure i could purr-suade ya ta turn this night around! just say someth—”

“Tch- stop acting like you want anything to do with me, clown,” Lune grits out, finally ceasing her steps and turning around to face the shaking human. She glares down at him, bending over to accusingly point at him. “There’s nothing you can say or do that’ll change my mind about you humans. You don’t know what kind of fucking misery they’ve put me and June through!”

“i—” Sans’s eyes widen, also paused in his place.

“You keep acting like everything in the world is fine! You think humans and monsters get along just fine! Everyone’s doing just fine! Stop deluding yourself into thinking everything’s FINE when it isn’t! You keep wondering why I hate humans so much. I’ll fuckin’ tell you why!

“All they’ve ever done is shove me around! All they ever do is spit in my face and tell me what a waste of space I am! Kids used to throw rocks at me back when I was just a child-! I feared for my life every fucking day because of them! They stole my joy! They fucking... th-... they stole everything from me! June was too naive to understand that those kids were insulting her to her goddamn face. All she wanted to do was make friends. All she ever wished for was ta be friendly with everybody else! No! I could never be friends with a species that ripped my brother’s eye out! I can’t be friends with a species that tells me the world would be better off if I disappeared off the face of the planet!

“I starved. I cried. I suffered. All because monsters can’t fit in the same frame as h u m a n s. A-And now... I can’t let my hopes up, ‘cause the last time I thought a human wanted to be friends with me... they just... they–” Lune pants, digits outstretched by her sides, her black fingernails now grown to resemble claws–“they... just...” Ever so slowly, Lune releases the tension in her shoulders and arms, her posture falling back into a sunken state. “...pushed me... away...” she mutters, her tail hanging limp and her ears lying flat.

“...”

Sans gawks up at her, his cerulean eyes—which naturally hold a sense of calmness and respite—now glisten with a startling realization. He lets his arms hang by his sides, dumbfounded by the revelation Lune blurted out in a state of turmoil. A turmoil Sans recognizes. It tells him she’s been restraining this suffering... for far too long.

“...” Lune’s eyes fall to the ground, her stare casting a disheartened look until it fades into the recesses of her mind once again. Instead, the feline hardens her stare, glancing back at Sans’s blank face. “...let’s just... get back.”

Sans’s jaw hangs slightly, tempted to speak out in the silence in hopes of catching Lune’s attention. He can’t find the right words to stop her. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, Sans spies Lune’s face go blank before she turns around to carry on. Slowly, he curls his digits into fists, frustration boiling inside of him over his lack of courage to say something.

i... i didn’t...

i didn’t know...

she felt like this...

Sans’s hand drifts up, reaching the height of his chest, where he plasters his palm tenderly against the flat of his shirt and curls his fingers in the material. His SOUL thumps slowly, humming a low tune of sorrow for Lune.

i think...

that’s the most emotional thing...

she’s ever said ta me...

With nothing but silence overpowering the brisk night air, Sans decides to allow the silence to speak for him, his shoes breaking the absence of sound by thumping softly against the hard concrete. He strides by Lune’s side, no longer attempting to lift his head in order to stare obnoxiously at the evidently cheerless feline. Instead, he glues his eyes onto the path before him, hands stuffed in his pockets to keep their warmth for as long as possible.

During their stroll home, Sans does nothing except mull over Lune’s words. He analyzes each piece of information she willingly threw at him. He wonders how long Lune dealt with malicious children before they ever went into the Underground. How long did she have to fight the hostility they threw at her and June? How many times did she have to endure their revolting insults until she just couldn’t take it? How often did they threaten her life to the point where she was terrified to emerge from June’s subconscious?

Gradually, Sans’s bitter expression hardens. Sure, he knew monsters did not have it easy up here... but surely they weren’t suffering like Lune said?

Now that he thought about it, however... every time he entered the bar he frequented, there always was a stiffness in the air. He’d look around the bar and notice how each patron gawked back at him expectantly. When the door slammed shut, confirming the fact he came alone, the bar burst back to life. Laughter and chatter filled the stale air.

When June asked to come along, he’d happily oblige. Holding her by the hand, Sans led her into the bar, where the mirth and cacophony of voices died down upon spotting her. Sure, it was an all-inclusive bar... though most monsters knew the humans did not make it seem very inclusive.

It’s no wonder June stopped asking him to come along. Lune likely caught on to their uninviting behavior and convinced June not to go anymore for her own sake.

Sans’s lips curl inward, irritation bubbling within the border of his SOUL. How could he never notice? He always thought June enjoyed herself every time she visited. Evidently not.

even though most of what she said was true...

He lifts his chin, cerulean eyes rising to the sky. Amidst the umbrage of the night, he spies a few twinkling stars, inciting a small smile across Sans’s lips. Respite takes over his features, releasing the stress from his muscles and allowing him to deeply inhale.

not all humans wanna make monsters suffer.

He thinks about the time he saw a teenage human girl squeal beside another teenage girl... only she had frog-like features. They stood across the street from Sans’s workplace, clasping both of their hands together while eagerly bouncing in sync. Based on his observations, they managed to get tickets to their favorite band’s concert. The embrace they shared seemed... affectionate.

He thinks about the time he saw a lone three-eyed monster child sniffle and wipe their eyes with the sleeves of their shirt, lost in the middle of a mall. The child squeaked and darted away whenever people approached him... until a tall human woman drew near with a stuffed animal in hand. She squatted to his level and held out the lamb, quietly asking for his name and his story. Within seconds, he witnessed the child hysterically jump into her arms and sob into her shirt once promised he’d be reunited with his parents.

Sans thinks about the time he saw a group of teenage human boys cackling loudly in front of a breakfast food joint. Upon glancing over, he saw them kick a monster wearing a business suit into the glass, mocking his appearance and belittling him for even thinking he could earn a living up on the Surface. Although Sans shook with rage from across the street... he would hardly stand a chance against a group of athletes like them. Before he could do anything, however, a prominently tall man approached the crowd of teenagers.

The man had ruffled black hair and piercing orange eyes that could cut anyone with a single look. He was significantly taller than the boys and, according to the way he extended his arm and clasped a boy’s shoulder, unexpectedly strong. Sans wasn’t sure what he uttered to those boys, but it was clearly ominous enough to compel the younger humans into scattering away like a flock of birds. Following the dark-haired man was a spindly, shorter man with fluffy sandy hair who rushed to the monster’s side, offering words of concern.

Sans watched them extend their help to the visibly bruised and frightened monster, standing out of hearing range. Days after, he ironically encountered those humans again... because, for whatever strange reason, June knew the shorter man by name.

maybe...

Reluctantly, Sans lowers his gaze to Lune’s profile, studying her for an even an ounce of her thoughts. Her features remain stagnant, refusing to expose whatever may be running through her mind.

maybe... i could...

maybe i could convince lune...

not all humans are so bad... just like i think...

He smiles at her, unconcerned of whether or not she sees his fond look.

not all monsters are so bad, too.

After enduring about forty-five minutes of pure silence interrupted by an occasional observation Sans makes, Lune finally sets her eyes onto their apartment building in the distance, the structure looming over the nearby population. She sees a handful of lights shining out of windows, assuming those rooms must belong to elderly people that forgot to shut them off or stupid teenagers staying up for whatever inexplicable reason.

Her golden eyes fall onto the front door of the building, catching the sight of the security guard Gabriel, who enjoys giving the teenage tenants trouble. The other tenants, however, typically stroll by him with a word of greeting on their tongues until they reach the elevator. Lune slightly narrows her eyes, encountering the glass doors and pulling on a handle.

She listens to Sans’s footsteps thump against the concrete, her gaze glued onto Gabriel’s weary expression. When Sans’s footsteps are muffled by the carpet, Lune starts tailing him instead, her ears twisted back with skepticism.

“evenin’, gabe,” Sans greets the security guard, flashing him a lazy smile as he normally does.

The graying man smiles back, nodding with acknowledgement.

“Good evening, Sans.” He looks at Lune, his smile steady even with the tight features Lune possesses. He glances back at the significantly shorter man. “How’d the date go? The food okay?”

Sans shrugs, muttering, “couldn’t tell ya. we left due to unexpected company.”

Gabriel hums, “Sorry to hear that, son. I hope you folks have a good night, then. Rest easy.”

Lune is silent, continuing on her path to the elevator, not appearing to care if Sans tags her or not.

Gabriel scratches his nail against the skin of his temple, a light pout hanging on his lower lip. He releases a deep sigh, slowly shutting his eyes.

“Haah... ‘n I really thought I’d get a ‘goodnight’ from ‘er, too... s’what I get for hoping,” he jokingly whines, flitting his eyes down to Sans, who’s fixated onto Lune’s frame as she heads to the elevator. “Maybe next time.”

“heh...” Sans laughs, turning back to the guard, giving him a somewhat apologetic smile. “sorry ‘bout her, gabe. she’s... well, we’ve been havin’ a rough night. but, yeah, maybe next time. night, gabe.”

Gabriel huffs again, waiting around the entry of the building, where he sees Sans lazily lift an arm to wave goodbye although he’s facing away. Raising a brow, Gabriel watches Lune enter the elevator and turn around, staring Sans down with a piercing glare. Although he is aware it’s intended for Sans, Gabriel cannot help but shiver at the malicious glint in Lune’s eyes as she gawks the short, bald man down whilst he skips up to the elevator doors and hops in with her.

“I’ve never had problems with monsterfolk... ‘cept for her...” mutters the security guard, who promptly turns away and walks across the lobby (certainly not to avoid accidental eye contact).

Absent-mindedly, Sans listens as whirring takes over the cubicle when the doors in front of him slide shut. He blinks, flitting his attention to the screen on his right, Lune’s arm drifting over him to click on the floor their room is ordinarily located on. A familiar tune plays from the speaker above Lune and Sans before it is followed up by the droning sound of the elevator rising.

With nothing but silence hanging between the feline monster and stout human, the two stand and almost contemplate tonight’s events synchronously. Lune takes a step back, resting a majority of her weight against the rumbling wall. Her fur is no longer as damp as it once was when she fled the restaurant, though she finds her clothes still strive to cling onto her shape. Lifting a hand, Lune pinches the cream-colored top and flicks it forward, firmly tugging it away from her chest before she releases it with a huff rolling off of her tongue.

Her movement waves in the corner of Sans’s eyes, compelling him to glance her way and slightly raise a brow.

“...you uncomfortable?”

“...” She squints at him, ears hiding their light pink color; her lips almost scrunch inward. “Have you ever been doused in cold tap water before?”

“...” Maintaining a giddy smile, Sans pulls his gaze to the side, squinting almost eagerly. “nope.”

“You wanna find out what it feels like?”

He looks back up at her, his dorky grin lingering on his lips along with the childish sparkle in his eyes.

“nope. i think i’d just tap out,” he snorts.

I’ll kill him.

The side of Lune’s nose twitches, her facial features contorting with indescribable irritation.

“hey, lune.” Sans beams as he stares up at the tall feline, cerulean eyes practically overflowing with glee.

“...what?” She grumbles, arms crossing over her chest.

“why’s it bad ta joke about boiling water?”

A soft grumble rolls over her vocal cords, her luminous eyes rolling around before they latch back onto his smile.

“...why?”

“...‘cos it can get pretty steamy,” he says, maintaining his smile regardless of the dirty look Lune gives him. “eh? that was pretty good, ya gotta admit.”

“Just shut up...” she groans, wrinkling her brows and lowering her eyelids.

“is there a particular time of the year when a hot dog needs help?” Sans merely pauses for dramatic effect. “nah, they’re always in hot water.”

Oh, my God. I can’t stand him.

Lune squeezes her eyes even more, immersing herself in total darkness, flattening her ears as much as she can in order to muffle the human’s baritone voice.

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.

He’s so stupid ‘n defenseless.

I have to keep him safe.

So dumb. Trying to fluster me with some stupid compliments.

Are my eyes really better than the stars?

“i know you just finally got ta dry up,” Sans mumbles, nonchalantly shrugging his arms. “but i wanna get cha wet again.”

HAH-?!

“Mm—”

Lune is startled enough to pry her eyes open, her golden eyes wide with a mix of horror and bewilderment. Once more, each hair tingles at the follicle, gradually rising to stand straight until all of Lune’s face appears twice as fluffy than before. The tips of her ears glow brighter as if they were ignited by a match, her eyes zeroed in on Sans’s smug face. Amidst the dark raven fur of her face, little golden freckles emerge, glowing luminously beneath the fluorescent lights installed above them.

“Hh-Hah-?!” Lune exclaims, ears flicking in an uneven pattern.

“gee, it’s like you weren’t even listenin’ to me,” Sans hums, his wink lingering when the uneasy feeling in his stomach finally settles, telling him their ride is officially over. “looks like this is our stop.”

“D-... don’t act like you didn’t just-... you didn’t just say that!” Lune blurts out, fisting her hands and stomping her foot once.

Sans peeks over his shoulder, looking up at Lune with a single eye peeled open. He grins.

“dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” the short human teases, snorting to himself upon stepping out of the cubicle.

“Kckk-! O-Oi! That wasn’t... ff-funny!” Lune stammers, unable to notice how quickly her golden freckles blossom across her cheeks. “You’re so... stupid...”

Klick

Klok

Klick

“welp...” Sans tilts his clean-shaven head back, ignorant to the way Lune squints at him when light happens to bounce right off his scalp. “here we are, i guess...”

Lune grumbles, “Yeah.”

Without sparing a minute, she approaches the frame, hands rummaging within her pocket until she is able to withdraw her set of keys. Her digits scour through each decorative keychain (courtesy of June nonetheless), an agitated curse heavy on her lips as she angrily stares at these keys in her hands. Finally, her fingers pinch the one key she was searching for and lift its jagged end to the lock of their front door.

Schkk

Shhp

Klik

With catlike precision, Lune twists and withdraws the key before she grasps the door handle and unlocks their apartment.

“yaay,” Sans cheers, “we don’t have to call the locksmith this time because the key broke.”

“Mrghh... don’t remind me,” grumbles the feline as she attaches her set of keys onto the hooks installed beside their front door. “Waiting for those idiotic people while smelling like nothing but your brother’s girlfriend’s perfume was torture.”

Sans raises his brow at her.

“i thought you liked her?”

“I... she’s... fine, just... too smelly. She’s got too much sweetness on ‘n it made me wanna throw up,” she growls, scraping her ankle until the sole of her shoe hits her other shoe, effectively pulling her feet out.

“...”

Similarly to Lune, Sans also links his keyring onto the hooks before mimicking her actions in removing his shoes. They thunk cheerlessly against the floor, flopping around another two inches then lying motionless.

Gradually, he wills himself to fixate on Lune, who firmly brushes her hands down her wrinkled and somewhat damp skirt, hoping to remove any specks or strings clinging on. His lips part, an inhale wafting into his mouth and filling his lungs with the air of their apartment, preparing his next words. As soon as he catches her gaze, it’s as if the words line up in his head like a train, all of it riding out on his tongue.

“as awful as our night went... i actually wanted ta say...” he starts, “i’m sorry about... a lot really.”

Succumbing to silence, Lune lowers her hands and pivots her ears in order to hear his words come out in his baritone voice, skepticism crossing her face for a moment.

“i didn’t know my ex-boss was gonna show up, and i was just as upset by what she did as you were. i’m sorry you had to take the splash because i’m just as defenseless as ya say i am. you shouldn’t have to take every hit the world throws my way just ‘cos i’m not as strong as i should be. i’m sorry you’ve-... you’ve had to deal with so much as a kid. i never knew how you ‘n juney grew up... but you guys obviously didn’t live luxuriously or anything.

“me sayin’ monsters get treated just fine up here... was irresponsible and ignorant of me. you’re... you’re right. not all monsters get the privilege of respect up ‘ere... as much as everyone should get the same level of respect. i just thought you should kn- mmph—!”

Sharply, his stout figure is jerked forward, coincidentally where Lune stands. His hands flail out in a poor attempt at catching himself, but he is caught by the feline herself... with his lips interlocking with... Lune’s? His cerulean eyes gape up at Lune, heart pounding when overwhelmed with a burst of adrenaline, but soon his eyelids weaken themselves and hang closed.

Warmth embraces Sans as he stands, leaning most of his weight into Lune, whose hands tightly cling onto the collar of his dress shirt and jacket to keep him from unexpectedly collapsing. His heart thumps excitedly within his chest, blood rushing throughout his pudgy form and releasing a wonderful sense of dopamine. He guides his shaky hands to carefully reach the hands fisting his collar, fingerprints brushing against Lune’s soft raven fur.

A gentle smack reverberates across the room as Lune and Sans eventually part, their breaths ghosting over each other’s lips. Lune slightly pulls away, her cheeks now littered in golden freckles that strive to shine through her fur, standing tall even with her hands wrinkling Sans’s shirt.

“...”

“...”

“...” Lune sheepishly looks down at Sans’s enamored face, her SOUL wriggling uncomfortably inside her chest. “That-... that was-... erm-... that was... the only thing... I could think of... to... shut you up...”

The stout human says nothing in return, frozen in his spot with awe painted over every distinct feature on his face. If one looked close enough, they would catch scintillating sparkles and hearts dancing inside his eyes as he gawks up at Lune.

“...c-... can you do it again?” Sans asks, his voice heavy with infatuation.

Her initial reaction is an abrupt wince of her head, unable to mask her shaky gasp. The feline’s cheeks burn with specks of gold, her tail swaying softly beneath her skirt.

What the-...

What... is this... feeling?

Lune’s SOUL shudders beneath the layers of her vessel, buzzing softly as if hoping to leash Sans’s attention and call out to his SOUL. She overlooks the fact her hands tremble while clinging onto his collar, boring her eyes into his, noticing the way his lids lovingly hang over his cerulean irises. Her whisker eyebrows congregate above the bridge of her nose, ears twisting away and pressing against her head.

“Tch-... ss-stupid... human...” she mumbles, refusing to acknowledge how eager her SOUL is as it thrums inside her chest.

With uncharacteristic mannerism, Lune follows Sans’s request and bends back down to press her lips against his, no longer compelling Sans’s body to lean against her in order to save himself an inevitable soreness on his face. Instead, they merely stand by the door, enveloped by each other’s familiar scents.

Sans’s nose catches whiffs of lemon and almond interlaced with traces of nutmeg, his cheeks burning beneath a sheet of pearly luster from the moon peeking in through the windows of their apartment. He plasters his palms onto Lune’s, curling his digits lightly to run his blunt fingernails beneath her first layer of fur to scratch at her hidden skin. His heart practically leaps in his throat when he hears a subtle purr reverberate within the boundaries of their home, lips striving to taste more of her.

this is the first time she hasn’t tried to bite me.

i have a feeling this is huge progress.

and holy shit i didn’t know i’d love kissing her like this.

i love kissing her.

i love having her here.

i love her.

“hha... hhf...” Sans quietly pants when she disrupts their kiss in order to give him air (which she nearly forgot he needed), his limbs possessing a subtle tremor. “hh... i love you so much, luney,” he admits, staring up at her with nothing but a dreamy look on his face.

! ! !

Unable to mask her surprise, Lune jerks in her spot, ears sticking straight up to the ceiling while her tail freezes in place. Her shimmering eyes widen, zeroing in on Sans’s enamored expression. Trembling in place, Lune maintains a half-hearted surrender pose, her lips unconsciously parted though not a sound leaves her.

“Er—” Lune stutters, blinking dumbly. “You-... you... what?”

Piercing the air, Sans’s hands rise to grasp Lune’s biceps, utilizing whatever strength he momentarily possesses in order to yank her upper body down to his level.

“WAH-!”

Lune doubles over to attain Sans’s height level, bewitching golden eyes staring back at Sans with miniature stars twinkling across her pupils, which—Sans quickly observes—gradually expand into even-sized circles.

“you heard me, luney,” he says, voice firm and confident in his words. “i. love you.”

“Wh-... whuh-...”

“i know you think you somehow don’t deserve it, but let me tell ya now–” Sans sternly folds his hairless brows–“that just isn’t true. you don’t even realize this self-hatred of yours was indoctrinated into you since you were a naive kid. ww-well... i’m here ta fix that. i love you just as much as i love june, and i wanna show ya... will-... will you... let me?”

...

Huh...?

Rendered speechless, Lune blankly gapes at Sans’s inquiring face, witnessing his smile slightly shake only for his eyes to bat away before returning to meet with hers. She observes the way multiple thoughts cross through his mind by watching his eyes and the miniscule changes in his facial features. As she studies him, Lune realizes...

She’s been looking for signs of reluctance or deceit. Anything that would tell her he’s lying about everything. There’s just no way he could love her.

“...”

Gradually, she drops her gaze. His words sober her quickly, bringing her to a vital debate.

“...you...” Her eyes lift back up, meeting with Sans’s expectant cerulean ones. “You know... I hate humans... right?”

Instead of responding with exasperation (as Lune expects him to), Sans merely reacts with a giddy smile, mirth dancing along his eyes.

“would you let me try to change your mind?” He asks her, gliding his hands down her arms until he grazes up her wrists and clasps both of her hands in his.

Fluster erupts across Lune’s SOUL, rolling over her furry form like an invigorating wave, her tail whipping out behind her once before it hangs limp, tempting itself to brush the floor. She glances down at Sans, spotting the numerous dots of gold sparkling across her cheeks as she stares into his eyes. This observation only worsens the state of her fur, each strand extending out and giving her a puffy appearance.

“Y-... and... hh-... how are you... g-gonna do that?” Grumbles the feline, her slender hands quaking within the embrace Sans’s hands give her.

Mischief develops across Sans’s face in the form of a devilish grin, faint crinkles manifesting at the corners of his eyes and at the creases of his lips. With meticulous mobility, Sans directs a foot back, gliding his socks across the coarse yet smooth surface of their vinyl floor. Clasping Lune’s hands, he guides her further into the apartment, eagerly grinning up at her upon scrutinizing her distorted features.

As much as she wants to say something in retaliation, Lune aimlessly follows Sans, understanding he wants her to come closer. Her attention briefly darts to the pristine island in their open-floor plan, running her gaze over its smooth, snow-white surface along with the rustic wooden stools neatly planted beneath the counter for future use. She is bemused when glancing back at the short human, though she suppresses any sound—ironically too curious to figure out what his intentions are.

Each golden bean on the bottoms of her toes and the balls of her feet press into the cool vinyl beneath her, applying her weight evenly until she lifts her foot to take another small step. Soon, she’s slowed down by the counter furnished in the middle of the kitchen. If she happens to look further to her right, she’d catch sight of their oven, sink, and fridge situated neatly between slabs of granite counters and drawers. Her wide-eyed attention, however, falls down to Sans, who gives her a strangely sultry look (she hates how hot her face suddenly feels).

“i could think of... a few ways ta motivate you...” Sans murmurs, “depends on if yer gonna give me a hard time, though...”

“I—”

Lune’s ears fold back, ignorant of the way her cheeks immediately puff up and sparkle like the wishing well cluster. The end of her tail twitches and writhes for a moment before hanging limp once again, brushing against the back of her calves and stirring her ticklish fur.

Swallowing any hints of reluctance he may have, Sans takes another step closer, simultaneously gliding a hand from the back of her hand to her wrist. He grazes his fingerprints against the fur of her wrist before trailing it across her forearm, unaware of what convulsions he compels in Lune’s SOUL as he leads his touch to her side.

“juney helped me do a little research on monsters, y’know... specifically on her species and yours...” he admits, briefly squinting up at her, his grin stretching at her bewildered look. “when ya get excited,” Sans says, twisting his wrist nimbly only to inch his sprawled palm down her soft side until he reaches the hem of her skirt. 

His hand stills upon meeting the fabric, pressing small circles inches above her hip into her ruffled fur. Although he isn’t one for hubris, feeling Lune faintly shake and jolt under his touch certainly provides a boost of confidence.

“you start smelling really good... then it’s over for you, huh?” He hums, ruffling her fur alongside the fabric of her skirt.

“I-... hha-... I don’t-...” Lune instinctively slips her hands from Sans’s and palms her face, desperately trying to keep her crumbling self together. “Yy-You... don’t... know what... you’re t-talking about... ss-stop... trying... t-to sound... hh-... so ssmart,” she quietly huffs, dragging her finger pads down her freckled face to keep her hands hovering above Sans, who seems eager to roam his hands over her.

While his left busies itself with crinkling Lune’s skirt, Sans leads his other hand back to her side, sliding diagonally to reach the back of her shirt. He continually teases the fabric by brushing his fingertips beneath the ruffles, synchronously scratching Lune’s upper back. For a split second, he catches a jolt from her tail, darting his fixated eyes down to the swirling appendage.

Another knowing grin stretches across his lips, cerulean eyes following every curve and shape on Lune.

“i just think yer a little embarrassed of how hot ‘n bothered yer feelin’...” he teases, lowering his hand entirely to reach her thigh. “honestly... i think it’s pretty funny watchin’ you try to sell that catty attitude to everyone around ya... but as soon as i put my hands on ya ‘n find those sweet spots...” Sans mumbles, tracing his fingerprints up as he presses into Lune’s fur, stirring each individual strand he glides over. “you’re just a docile little furball, huh?”

Lune winces, her digits instantly curling into her palms to keep her claws from sprouting. Despite lacking a proper set of lungs, the feline releases laborious breaths, her ears weak and compliant to the weight of gravity. She gazes down, staring through a field of shaky vision to see Sans merely inches away from her chest.

“Nn-... I-... hhf-...”

Tingles capture Lune’s body with each meticulous touch Sans draws against her fluffy exterior, each fiber on her body rising on their ends. Lune’s breath shakes as she exhales, trembling under the hands that scratch oh-so well at her upper back or slither up the side of her thigh. She continues quivering within Sans’s embrace, unable to suppress her flustered gasps when he steadily and deliberately traces his hand beneath her skirt and further up to her hip.

Her SOUL quakes vigorously inside of her chest, listening to the muted rustles of her skirt as Sans’s digits ghost over the curve of her ass. Lune’s breath catches in her throat the moment his hand stills on her hip, tension retaining every inch of her chest when her gaze finally drops itself. She finds herself entirely stunned by Sans’s hooded lids and wry smile.

“Ah—”

“no undies? gee, didn’t think you were a fan of goin’ commando,” Sans chuckles, grazing his thumb up and down against her hip.

“Tch-! I-... I don’t-... I just-... I don’t see... the point... it’s nn-not like I have ss-somethin’ to hide!” She grumbles, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away with a huff expelling from her nostrils.

“i mean... i ain’t complainin’.”

Sans grins, his hand slithering further up her skirt, eventually reaching the base of Lune’s tail. Noticing how quickly her tail jolts out upon grazing her erogenous spot, Sans’s lids hang almost sinfully, his heart pounding and twisting beneath his ribcage. He hears her breathing increase, breaking every once in a while by an unexpected gasp or a quiet whine. Inhaling her scent, Sans is overwhelmed by notes of lemon, almond, and nutmeg, sending a satisfying shiver down his spine.

Unlike June, whose smell is sweet and delightful enough to lure him in at any given moment, Lune’s smell feels raw and incredibly tempting. Something about how organic and rich in flavor her scent is makes him want to bury his entire face into her and inhale for the rest of time.

“Hhf-... hh...” Lune gulps for air, jumping with a stifled whine rumbling against her vocal cords when a warmth blankets the base of her spine.

“does this spot get you purring?” Sans beams, slowly pressing up and down against a ghostly line making up her spine, occasionally bumping into her tail.

“Mh-... hhf... haa...”

Unable to maintain control over her movements, Lune writhes slowly beneath Sans’s hands, her ears fluttering above her head—their golden tips illuminating in the dimness of their apartment. She gasps, a pressure circling over—what possibly could be—the most tender spot on her body, igniting arousal throughout her quaking form. Failing to keep her composure for even a second longer, the feline pants, relieving whatever muscular fortitude she holds.

Whining breathlessly, Lune tilts back to lean into the counter, her tightly curled fists pinned against its cool surface. She shakes in front of the clean-shaven human, staring with an almost uneasy look before it is swallowed by bliss. Ironically enough, a conspicuous droning itches at the back of Lune’s throat, promptly igniting her freckles across her cheeks.

What...

What the...

What’s this... feeling?

It’s...

It’s...

D e l i c i o u s.

“mkay,” Sans states frankly, both hands now glued to both of her hips, fingers delved between her thickness and raven fur.

“Mmh—” Lune blinks out of her stupor, luminous eyes cutting through the murkiness of their apartment to look down at the human (is it strange she can spot his cerulean eyes from the obscurity surrounding them?). She almost winces when she spots an intense focus swirling in his stare. “Hh... huh?”

His hands squeeze at Lune’s hips, wrinkling her damp skirt and provoking an unexpected excitement from her SOUL, boring his cerulean eyes up into Lune’s face, written with awe.

“i want you on the counter,” he instructs her, baritone voice hardly leaving room for implication.

E-... ehhh?

Stunned in her spot, Lune zones out for a moment, particularly stuck on the fact she’s even in this situation. She trembles on her feet, tail swaying with anticipation guiding it.

“You—”

“i wouldn’t recommend you try ‘n act all fussy,” he cuts her off. “those pheromones you’re pumpin’ out are telling me something way different.”

Eh...

EHHHH?

Promptly, the female monster jumps and recoils her arms to her chest, ears uncontrollably flattening or standing up. She keeps her arms pressed against her chest, horror over her lack of utter control in this moment wringing her dry. Lune frantically tears her eyes away to gaze side to side, at the ceiling, at the door, any other place where she won’t be forced to make eye contact with him.

He-...

I’m-...

H-... huh?

“c’mon, sweetheart... there’s no need to be shy now. what happened to that fiery attitude ya had? or was that also for show?”

Lune parts her lips, though she is incapable of speaking. Instead of attempting to talk back... she simply uses the strength in her arms to pull herself up slowly, lifting her weight until she can sit on the frigid surface. Her tail curls and sways over the countertop, glissading against the cool and smooth granite like a giddy worm on a rainy day.

“there we go,” Sans hums, using his pudgy body to part Lune’s legs. He glimpses her folded skirt, then raises his brow and lifts his chin. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

A faint growl tickles the back of Lune’s throat, her vibrissae that act as eyebrow furrow atop her nose.

“Tch... what-... what are you doing?” She asks him, thighs flexing beneath his relaxed arms, her SOUL thrumming at his comforting massages.

Sans shrugs gently, his digits slowing their circular motions against the outsides of her thighs, no longer savoring the feeling of her legs. He does enjoy how they press against his squishy sides, however...

“y’know... now that i think about it...”

“Eep-!”

Without warning, Sans slips his hands further down to hook her knees and pull them up and over his shoulders, where he lets their weight dangle over his back. His lips stretch into a thin smirk, observing the way Lune’s face completely drops and her eyes bulge, her face littered in bright golden spots.

“i never got to eat dinner at the restaurant... ‘nd i’m still hungry...”

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝… (2/3)

[hopelessromance21]

𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 pt. 1/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (n.) the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self, or way of life

CONTENT WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE · RACISM · MENTIONS OF ABUSE · MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE · DISCRIMINATION · FAT SHAMING · ANGST · SLIGHT SEXUAL THEMES · ROMANCE · PLOT WITH IMPENDING PORN

Word count: 4,724 words

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Awh, shii, here we go again.

yup, i'm makin' another fic and it's similar to my previous fic AMATIVE. This fic is considered a "Canon" x OC and not an x Reader, so if yer not into that, I'd suggest skeddaddling now. If you ARE into it... nice.

This is a human!Sans x monster!OC, and the design credit for this human sans belongs to the great @htsan. i know last time i said plz ignore, but y'know what, go crazy wit it this round. maybe i'll become a whore for attention. reblog, like, comment, go ham ig.

please heed the content warnings because the people in this fic are MEAN. and, for the record, the OC does show her side of racism as well, but don't worry. we's fuckin the racism out by the end of this. I've got part 2 finished, but part 3 might take a minute...

That's all I got though! Enjoy part one. Cha cha <3

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“Bold of you to bring me to a restaurant with a bunch of fish tanks surrounding us,” grumbles a black cat, whose voice is tight and churlish.

Sitting across a plump man—whose clean-shaven head proves well to blind passing monsters and humans alike—is a feminine black cat, her radiant golden eyes squinting sharply at his dorky grin. She sits with her slender and furry arms crossed over her chest, rustling her creamy halter strap crop top.

He chuckles, “didn’t want us ta get stuck de-bait-ing where we should eat, so i thought this would be a fin place.”

“...” The black cat monster says nothing, but her acidic squinting quickly evolves into an unimpressed grimace. “...die.”

“pff- don’t be koi now—”

“Quit it.”

“you finally let me reel you out for once—”

“I said stop.”

“and you’re wearin’ a pretty dress for the occasion...”

“...”

“...” The man grins, his flabby chin resting on the flats of his palms. “it really made my jaws drop when i first craw you.”

Lune’s gold-tipped ears immediately fold back, her nose twitching. Her features instantly scrunch up, regret over saying “yes” to going out boiling deep within. The cat’s pupils shrink into slender threads as she bores her unimpressed stare on Sans’s smug face, her sleek tail swirling beside the curve of her thigh.

“...” Her expression remains sour.

Hehe...

Isn’t he just adorable?

The tightness on Lune’s face loosens on the spot, her lips almost parting to curl back in disapproval, but she stops herself. Instead of staring at the clean-shaven human with affliction written all over her face, the black-furred cat merely gawks back at him in awe, though something tells Sans it isn’t out of fondness.

...hah?

“Adorable”? Him?

Mm-hmm! He was oh-so sweet for asking you to come out for the night!

...he wouldn’t stop saying “please”.

He’s very persistent!

Agitating.

Don’t be mean! He’s trying his best!

Lune’s face becomes pointed, her point of focus veering off to the side absentmindedly. Her golden gaze narrows as she gazes at one of the luxurious fish tanks.

He should stop.

I’m sick of bein’ duped.

Hh-He isn’t duping you! He’s genuine!

With shrewd precision, Lune peers at the human sitting across from the corner of her eye, her lids squinting acutely. She watches the naturally weary human trail his cerulean eyes up to the ceiling embellished with intricate carvings—they remind him of the crashing waves on a seashore—before they fly to another group of humans wrapped in laughter and merriment. The vibrissae stretched above Lune’s squinted eyes furrow.

I don’t see what makes this human any different than the others.

She inhales slowly, the glow of her golden gaze dimming as she squeezes her lids shut. In a habitual temperament, Lune’s tail curls in on itself only to unfold before it curls again. The cat monster slightly digs her yellow-ish claws into the wood of the table, tendons threatening to bulge out from beneath her furry exterior until she releases her grip.

Lune always took June for a fool. A tall, wide-eyed fool. A voluptuous fool. Why did she have to be the one in control of their SOUL? June is as helpless as a toddler stuck in the middle of a mall—which, ironically, occurred once.

June found Sans in the middle of a road, where a car was destined to crash right into his pudgy and stunted body—perhaps it would have killed him; Lune likes to think it would have. After many laborious months of running into each other and pursuing “dates”, Sans unwittingly professed his affections for the bunny monster on a night of celebration. Supposedly, the drinks had a death grip on him, and unfortunately loosened his tongue.

Ever since then, the three two of them lived together with nothing but tranquility and love between them. At any given chance, Lune insulted the human from within the recesses of June’s mind. Never were they addressed by the bunny herself, but Lune was always there. Always nagging about the evident flaws the human possessed. Always pointing out his insecurities as attempts to change June’s mind and get rid of him.

Of course... none of it ever worked. June always looked at the bright side. June always chose to usher Lune’s words away and embrace the human. She always chose to press her amative kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips, and his body whenever it offered itself. To say Lune abhorred their boundless affections would be an understatement.

She hated seeing both of them joyous. Didn’t she deserve it, too?

No, she hated seeing June joyous around a human.

What good have humans brought us?

All they do is cheat, lie, and hurt everyone.

Th-That’s just not true!

Lune gradually pivots her ears, flashing their soft pink skin. She glares at Sans.

“Why did you ask for me to go out with you? Got tired of June suckin’ up to ya?” Lune questions him, settling the lengths of her furry arms on the ragged wood of their table.

Sans blinks out of his listless stupor, cerulean eyes quick to latch onto Lune’s pointed expression. He spies the skepticism swirling in her narrowed eyes, but he refuses to draw any offense from her cynical query. Instead, the bald man—who actually decided to wear decent clothing for the night—merely cracks a grin.

“why not? you usually come out at night when e’ryone’s asleep... but you just run around the apartment for... whatever reason...” Sans’s grin slightly stretches, almost appearing thinner to the cat lady across from him. His shoulders rise and fall, lids slowly shutting themselves. “ey, i don’t judge. you do whatever makes ya happy i guess.”

Lune gives him another pointed look before turning her head, mildly irritated at his lack of a straight answer. She hates when he gets all elusive with his responses.

A small grumble reverberates within her vocal cords, “And I’m just supposed to believe you’re genuinely interested in a monster like me and June.”

Lune watches him raise a hairless brow, his hands interlacing each other as they sit on the edge of the table.

“...uh... yeah?” He plainly states.

“...”

It appears the bitter monster remains unconvinced. Slowly, her arms slide off the table and return to the height of her chest in order to weave them together. Her tail swishes at her side, brushing off meager speckles of leftover food from—assumably—the previous customers.

“You know I hate humans, right?” Lune bluntly tells him, hardly bothering with maintaining a sugar-coated disposition.

“yup.”

“...and that doesn’t concern you?”

“...should it?”

Lune’s ears veer away from each other before gradually reclining against the top of her head.

“For a long time I wondered why June would pick someone like you,” she grumbles. “You’re not extraordinary. Not conventionally attractive—”

“water y’talkin’ about? i think you should be a little more s-pacific...”

“Kck—” Lune grits her jagged teeth, whiskered brows furrowing as deep as the Mariana trench. “You’re just proving my point-! You got those annoying jokes, and you never take things seriously! How the hell does June put up with you?”

Sans chuckles, utilizing his hands to shrug.

“maybe she’s just not as crabby as you can be,” he answers, his features consumed by another wave of smugness.

“...”

A prolonged groan mixed with fatigue rolls over the cat’s golden tongue, her pupils rising to the ceiling, teasing the likelihood of rolling her eyes. She denies herself the satisfaction and merely returns her impassive gaze back to Sans.

“...tch- whatever. Just keep me out of it,” mutters the monster, who reclines into her seat.

“...”

Aimlessly kicking his feet under the table, Sans stares back at Lune—who remains persistent in not glancing his way—before he pivots his head entirely to half-heartedly admire the atmosphere. A variety of voices fill the restaurant: loud and indistinct, honeyed and brusque, high-pitched and dull. Most struggle with interlacing each other, fighting in a war of sonority within the building.

The stout human and feline monster entered the scene roughly an hour ago, one bitter and irritated while the other was indifferent to the atmosphere before them. Regardless, Sans thought it would be a great idea if he received his brother’s advice and took Lune out on an o-fish-al date, considering she rarely wanted to pop out when he and June started dating. When she first emerged from June’s subconscious, it... didn’t exactly go the way Sans expected it to.

Immediately, Lune sprung at him and pinned him on the floor, her fangs dripping with an abundance of glossy, sinewy drool. Her unrelenting stare held a malice that practically haunted him for the following nights. He didn’t know he would genuinely fear for his life when facing a monster—he hardly ever had trouble with them before—so he thought Lune wouldn’t be so different.

He regretted his words within a second.

June supposedly fought Lune for the control of the SOUL in that moment, overwhelming her with piercing headaches and numbing every imperceptible nerve in her body. Lune fought desperately to maintain her control. Clawed at her own face and wrestled with herself for the authority of her SOUL, but she inevitably lost to June’s strength and retreated to her subconscious.

“Hhaa-... hhf... hmph...”

June slowly turned to Sans. When he really thought about it... that was the first time he saw her drop her smile out of fear... she dreaded what would happen if she ever let Lune out again.

“...maybe-... maybe we should–” June worriedly lowered her eyes–“postpone... an official meeting... with Lune...” she mumbled, anxiously dropping her head between her shoulders.

Now, after enduring a year and six months of facing Lune on several occasions, the two remain seated across from each other. Lune sits with her arms crossed at her chest, wearing a cream-colored crop top with straps running up her chest, over her collarbones, and behind her neck. Situated around her waist is a dark brown flowy skirt with sunflowers sutured around the edge of the fabric. In Lune’s defense, this was the outfit June begged her to go out in...

Sans, however, unwinds in his seat whilst wearing a simple white button up—multitudes of folds practically carved in the material considering it’s been sitting at the base of his closet for an unspecified amount of time—and a plain gray jacket. His legs are dressed in black slacks that easily pass for a pair of dress pants, not that anyone called him out on them yet.

“...”

“...”

Lune’s posture slightly caves in, her glowing eyes flitting back to Sans’s ordinary expression. When the man catches her curious gaze, he allows his grin to widen. She grimaces and tears her gaze away.

...you’re not going to... say anything?

Tch- why should I? He’s just being weird and...

Again, the female monster guides her skeptical eyes to the human across from her. As she suspects, his cerulean eyes remain locked on her facial features, a look of amusement and mirth twinkling across his face.

Staring.

Blankness quickly takes over Lune’s features, her eyes boring into the fish tank just behind the counter of Sans’s head.

He’s trying to be sweet! He likes you!

Ew... I’d rather... not deal with that.

You used to be super mean when it came to humans, but you’ve gotten better at it!

It’s obvious he’s changed your mind!

Tch-

Did you forget that kids used to throw sticks and rocks at us for being us?

...

Did you forget that Caleb can’t see out of his left eye now because of humans?

I-...

Humans killed cats and rabbits for generations. Who’s to say we’re not next?

Hh-He’s different, Lune! He wouldn’t hurt a-a fly!

You’re a fool. He could become a threat just like—

scchhhhhhhhhhhhh-

Mm—

scchhhhhhhhh-

Wh-

schhhhhh-

Lune blinks out of her acrimonious trance when a distinct shuffling takes place before her, her eyes frantically searching around her as if the culprit is a neighboring table. Soon, however, Lune directs her bemused gaze to the only possible suspect. She stares him down momentarily before batting her eyes down to witness his arm gradually stretching across the table.

The space between her whisker brows decreases, her ears slouching reluctantly, a distinct look of perplexity written all over her furry features. She notices his hand remains plastered atop a square-shaped napkin, further inciting her bemusement.

“...?” Lune stays silent, but her lips momentarily part, as if she means to drop a puzzled comment, though nothing ever leaves her.

Sans’s lids squint with childish glee, eyes locked in on Lune’s twisted features, finding her bewilderment utmost amusing. Quickly, he peels his hand off of the plain white napkin only to recoil his entire posture back to his side of the table.

“...hah?” Is all that Lune manages to utter out.

Opting to ignore the evident glee written on Sans’s face, Lune hesitantly lowers her hand and clasps the napkin. Her yellow finger beans run over the floppy material of the napkin, noticing certain characters are etched into the flatness, a faint note of ink drifting across the pad of her sensitive nose. Upon observing the scent of pen ink, Lune sets her attention onto the napkin itself, creasing the fur between her vibrissae as she concentrates on the written message.

“i’d fuck you silly over this table if nobody else was here.”

“...”

Lune reads it again. Then again. Hoping she misread; skipped a few letters, perhaps.

No...

It definitely says “i’d fuck you silly over this table if nobody else was here”.

My... how bold...

Ew.

Reluctance consumes Lune’s movement as she slowly looks back at the ostensibly grinning man before her, his lids barely hanging. Lune is entirely silent, too starstruck and disturbed to come up with a snarky reply. The napkin remains flopped over the back of her twitching digits, the scribbled words gawking back at Sans although upside down—it almost makes his grin widen.

“...you don’t even have a pen on you,” Lune bluntly states. “...so how the hell did you write this?”

“guess you could say i’d be an ink-credible magician, huh?” Sans snorts, his tubby body gradually leaning forward until he can easily set his elbows on top of the table. “i thought it’d be a pretty fine point gag, y’know.”

“...” She parts her lips before sealing them shut. Seconds later, she peels them open again to speak, “You’re fuckin’ annoying, y’know that?”

“yep. my number one hobby,” he remarks, snapping his fingers before finger gunning the aggravated cat. “eyyyy... when’s our food comin’? i’m kinda hungry. you’d expect them ta bring out some bread, huh? that’s the yeast they could do.”

“Kckk—”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“didn’t you order the egg soup?”

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

“i’m eggs-pectin’ it’ll be out here soon,” Sans chuckles. “if they don’t bring us some food, i’ll just keep makin’ these stupid jokes ‘til you crack up.”

“...”

Stiffness takes over Lune’s facial features, her eyes boring themselves into space while her lips are drawn thin. Her right ear flicks at the air repeatedly, as if fencing off a pesky insect attempting to land on her fur. Soon, the cat’s tail curls repeatedly, swishing and twisting at her side like a snake held in a chokehold.

He’s not a threat...

Her eyes slightly widen, wrinkles itching the subtle bridge of her nose and revealing bits of her fangs as she grimaces at the clean-shaven human.

He’s just.

Really.

A n n o y i n g.

“i’m actually enjoying myself,” he remarks, kicking his legs with a look of satisfaction across his face. “y’know... yer really not that bad to be around. sure, it’s also pretty fun makin’ you mad and watching you huff and puff like a big bad wolf. but honestly... you’re a nice change of pace. yer honest... yer pretty resolute. ‘n... y’know. yer...” Sans smiles sheepishly, finally averting his gaze for once before reeling his eyes back to Lune’s puzzled expression.

“you’re... also pretty... pretty. you and juney are pretty,” he admits, raising his shoulders. “even when you’re pipin’ mad, i think you’re pretty to look at.”

“Wh—” Lune winces, her raven-black fur tingling at the base of each follicle she possesses until suddenly... she appears poofy to the human.

Sans flits his attention to her current state, glancing up and down at her fluffiness, unable to resist the knowing grin from spreading across his lips. He rests his fleshy cheeks into the comfort of his palms, practically getting comfortable in his seat while witnessing the feline monster toil with herself after receiving his words of adoration.

“O-Oi-! I’m not... gonna fall for that. You could trick June with that kind of talk, but yy-you won’t get me,” Lune grumbles, firmly crossing her arms over her chest in the manner of a fussy toddler.

“what kinda talk?” Sans hums, gradually letting the weight of his left cheek take over his palm, leading him into cocking his head to the side. “y’mean like... if i told you i love it when your eyes sparkle like the wishing well star cluster... lookin’ at your eyes feels way better than star gazing, too.”

Lune’s SOUL twists, settling deep within the pits of her stomach (if she technically owned one), where it continues to squirm uncomfortably. She shakes slightly, grumbling curses to herself while squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away.

“Tch-... you just... sound stupid... a-and corny...”

Sans chuckles, “and you sound a little starstruck.”

What the hell is goin’ on? Did he just turn this all on me?

“Y—”

“You-!”

Lune winces when a voice cuts through the atmosphere, her ears instinctively twisting and folding back to protect her sensitive hearing. Her posture adjusts itself while she remains seated, luminous golden eyes quickly searching the room for the source of the voice.

Pivoting her head the instant she catches movement in the corner of her eyes, Lune faces her left, where she witnesses a short-haired human woman with smooth olive skin march up to their table, her steps clearly indicating she means to address Sans. Lune sees the woman is wearing a juniper dress, the fabric hugging the woman’s body and outlining her alluring curves whilst the puffy material sewn across the bosom of her dress allows enough room for the imagination.

The woman has dark brown hair and keeps her hair styled in a soft pixie cut; a means of displaying her innate confidence and authoritative personality. Her dark eyes fall to Sans’s face, recognizing a momentary look of disbelief mixed with a hint of bewilderment.

Much like Lune, Sans flinches upon meeting eyes with the person he did not think he would ever encounter again... his ex-boss. His hairless brows briefly meet at the bridge of his nose before they part once more, discomfort flaring within the confinement of his SOUL. He was looking forward to this date night, too...

“Oh...” mumbles the bald man, his lids hanging lethargically.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face to me after what you DID-!” The woman shouts, finally stepping up to Sans’s side and slamming her palm onto the surface of their table. “Do you have ANY idea what you did to me?! You and all those other brainless fucking pigeons!”

Lune blinks before she hardens her gaze, eyeing this human with restricted cynicism as she barks at her date of the night. The feline monster’s tail stills its winding movement, lying lax at her side and dangling off the edge of her chair. Now, a persistent agitation scratches at the back of Lune’s mind... likely originating from the white bunny monster grumbling defensively in her subconscious.

What is this human saying? Those aren’t very nice words!

The human woman firmly stabs the table with her finger, glaring down at Sans, whose expression remains rather composed as he gawks back up at his once-supervisor. Her bulged eyes stare at Sans, miniscule crimson filaments snaking into the whites of her eyes, nostrils flared as she angrily huffs.

“You all think you were some righteous gang of heroic icons for getting me kicked off the executive board? It’s not like that company would’ve hurt without those dollars! Ohh, but you ass-kissing saps couldn’t handle getting your feelings hurt every once in a fucking while. Knowing you, you’d have probably needed those bills just as badly as I did!”

“...i was banking on them to fire you sooner cos of that nasty “charisma” you got there. finding out you were involved in some good ol’ embezzlement, though, was actually a bonus,” Sans responds, his smile stagnant, though a devilish color flashes in his eyes.

As much as she refuses to flatter Sans for his dry yet witty remarks, Lune finds herself blinking dumbly—ears unconsciously flattening against her head—a brief urge to snicker at his words rushes through her. Her tail curls with a lively energy, stirring her raven fur on the side of her thigh.

...that was a little funny.

See!

Doesn’t-... it doesn’t mean anything!

Your SOUL did a little flutterrr...

Sh-Shut up!

“You think this is a fucking joke?! I lost everything because of you and your convoluted friends!” The woman hisses, batting her hands through the air. A disgruntled huff flies past her ear, drawing her venomous gaze to the feline monster, whose radiant golden eyes glare back with the same level of venom. “And, of course, you brought your freak of a girlfriend here. I knew only a fucking monster would wanna date an obese smart-ass like you.”

Sans spies a distinct jerk from the corner of his eye, watching Lune defensively twist her head and upper body to face the bigoted woman. Out of concern over how Lune chooses to retaliate, Sans merely lets out a dry chuckle and rests his cheek on his flattened knuckles, peeking up at his ex-boss with one eye open.

“i’m sure you get lotsa dates with that heavyset attitude of yours,” he remarks, cerulean eye twinkling with an underlying mischief.

The woman’s fair toned face evolves into a deep shade of red, streaks of her dark hair fall out from her once tidied hairstyle, framing her face. Intricate wrinkles are etched above the bridge of her nose, nostrils flaring uncontrollably, and her eyes now stretched as wide as they can be—blood vessels visibly peeping out within the whites of her eyes.

“WHY YOU PIECE OF—!”

Sans’s smug smile drops, his fist falling down onto the surface of their table. For a moment, he panics, witnessing the woman promptly turn. He expected a punch or a slap at first... having winced the second she moved. Instead, Sans’s panic magnifies when his attention is caught by the sight of her digits curling around a cool glass of water—beads of liquid garnishing the circumference of the cup. With a wall sitting directly beside Sans, the human male realizes his fate is doomed by a frigid glass of clear water mixed with hints of lemon, raising a hand to his face to brace for the shock.

Creeak—

! SPLASH !

“...”

“...”

“...?”

Keeping his eyes squeezed shut, Sans holds his breath in suspense, knowing he is bound for an impromptu shower... though not a drop of water hits him. Astounded gasps and murmurs crash over the atmosphere like a wave, further perplexing the clean-shaven human, who reluctantly guides his hand away from his face.

“hh-... huh?”

Plip...

Plop...

Plip...

Standing in front of Sans, and effectively taking the cold splash of the water, is Lune. Water seeps into the fabric of her top and skirt, gradually clinging onto her fur, which is now just as soaked. Her fur—saturated with ice-cold water—shines beneath the azure brilliancy of the restaurant, unable to cling onto the descending drops of fluid. Lune’s furry cheeks now sag with an abundance of water adhering to each strand of hair on her face.

Lune’s ears slowly unfold, turning in order to reveal their soft pink skin to the red-faced woman, the golden hue garnishing the tips dramatically dimmed along with her eyes.

Sans’s eyes widen, shock flowing through him and sending him into a state of pure silence. His lips remain parted, but no sound ever escapes him. He cannot summon a single thought. Seeing Lune standing before him, drenched in the water that was intended to hit him, stupefies Sans. He was so convinced she loathed everything about him. Loathed him.

Why take this onslaught for him?

“...” Lune blankly stares at the enraged woman, confining any signs of discomfort within her SOUL. She feels water trickle down every thread of fur on her face until every drop congregates at the apex of her chin, plummeting down to soak into her cream-colored shirt.

“Wh—” The woman stands tall, lowering the glass she tightly clasps in her hand.

Sans shimmies himself closer to the outer edge of his seat, hoping to reach his hand out to Lune. He worriedly lifts his gaze, aiming his focus onto the back of her head.

“lu... -ne...?” He tests his voice.

She slightly turns her head, glancing down at Sans from the corner of her eye.

“...still think humans treat monsters fairly?” Lune utters, paws now dangling at her sides.

Parting his lips, Sans promptly attempts to give Lune a response, though he quickly finds nothing comes to him at the moment. He merely gawks up at her with wide cerulean eyes, awe written all over his face and deeming him silent. His hand hovers in the air. A pitiful attempt to help Lune despite the fact he wields nothing appropriate to help dry her off.

“...i-...”

With disappointment flashing across her eyes, Lune turns away and starts treading on a path to the exit, abandoning Sans and an eerily silent crowd. Her tail dangles behind her, brushing against the rough texture of the black and blue carpet settled beneath her. Nothing the stout human male at the table says behind her breaks her pace out of the restaurant. Every desperate yell of her name or stuttered “waits” goes unheard by the time she pulls the door open and strolls out into the dark streets.

“oof-!” Sans exclaims as he stumbles out of his seat, practically shoving the culprit of this entire fiasco out of his way only to tread the same path Lune took to leave the building. “ll-lune! w-wait!”

“Wh-?! I wasn’t done-!” The woman yells, stomping her foot as she pivots her entire body on one heel. She curls her digits tightly around the glass, its contents now emptied out.

“O-Oi...”

“That was a disaster...”

“Yeah... and that woman was being totally disrespectful...”

“Hmph... honestly, I would’ve been embarrassed if I were her.”

“Ruining a couple’s dinner because she couldn’t handle her own consequences.”

“What...” The woman hesitantly turns her head, eyeing the numerous tables of monsters and humans alike. She spies several distasteful looks from neighboring tables, unable to understand why her hands now shake at her sides. “What are you—”

“Not only did you harass them, but you practically assaulted that poor woman!”

“Sh-She’s not a woman! She’s- she’s just a-... a stupid mm-monster! Are you people serious?”

“You should be ashamed of yourself...”

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to leave the premises. You’ve been causing a disturbance and compelled our customers to leave our restaurant. Please, come with me.”

“WH-?! I didn’t do anything wrong! I was entitled to finishing my personal business! Wh-?! Hh-Hey-! Don’t fucking touch me! Wh-?!” The woman shrieks as two waiters extend their arms behind her and gently guide her to the exit of the restaurant, where she happens to match eyes with Sans, who has a gentle smile spread across his face whilst he gives the restaurant one last glance.

“YOU-! You’ll fucking pay for this! YOU’LL FUCKING PAY, I SWEAR TO YOU-!” The short-haired woman promptly shouts, hysterically thrashing between the waiters meticulously restraining her.

Sans lingers in silence for a moment, observing how furiously his ex-boss flails about between the crowd of people attempting to calm her down. He stares before allowing a smile to stretch across his lips.

“guess you got served anyway, huh?” The short man remarks, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket. With a suave mannerism he rarely ever possesses, Sans turns away and approaches the exit.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝… (1/3)

[hopelessromance21]

Two Halves

ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴅᴅɪᴇs (s𝟸)

ᴛᴡ: ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄᴜʀsɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴏᴛs ᴏғ ᴀɴɢsᴛ

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,759

Henry Oak held his newborn twin boys one cold fall day. He kissed their heads, kissed his wife, and marveled at the life they brought into the world.

“Two halves,” Henry would say. “Two halves of a whole. You boys take care of each other, look out for each other.”

It was always Lark and Sparrow. Not just Lark. Not just Sparrow. Lark and Sparrow.

Sparrow never thought of living without his brother. They went through it all. Preschool and Elementary, defending each other from the bigger, meaner kids. Tag-teaming on the soccer field.

“The ying to his yang,” some would remark.

Sparrow was the soft one. Sweet and playful. He giggled as he splashed in the cold water on warm summer days. He’d grin with glee as he sunk his hands into cool dirt and felt the worms writhe under his palms. He would have flowers and sticks and bugs stuck in his curly blonde hair.

“The sun to his moon,” their mother would chuckle.

Lark was the wild one. Covered in bandaids, bruises scattered on his legs, knees always raw and scraped. He climbed high trees and rocks. He chased birds and caught frogs in the creek. He laughed as he splashed his brother in the cold creek water.

They never imagined living without the other.

They tumbled into the Forgotten Realms together, Sparrow clinging to Lark’s arm. While Sparrow’s head was still spinning with nausea, Lark was fiercely fending off the henchmen that easily captured the two of them.

“Look, it’s two of a kind!” They laughed at the angered boy and whimpering brother.

When they returned to Earth, so changed and yet still the same, Sparrow thought everything would be okay. But then Lark approached him with that seething hate in his eyes. Not for him, no. For Henry. For their father. And Lark begged for his help.

“Just hold him,” he pleaded. “Hug him tight, like you always do. You’ll see, brother. This has to happen. It’s our destiny.”

They tattooed their name onto the other. Lark would never be without Sparrow. Sparrow would never be without Lark.

And now, with blood dripping from his mouth, pooling under his body, Sparrow laughs shallowly.

It was stupid to think they could be together forever.

Lark was still in the heat of battle, blinded by rage. Shooting with wild abandon at the Doodlerized minions. But he had a feeling to look over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just an itching instinct to check for his brother.

When he turned, he saw him. His other half. Sprawled out on the pavement, blood encircling him like a crimson spotlight.

“Sp-Sparrow-! Fuck-! Sparrow, S-.. brother!”

Fighting off the Doodlerized, Lark sprinted to reach Sparrow. He grabbed his shoulders, hissing apologizes through his teeth for how badly this would hurt. Dragging his brother to the closest building. His heels slipped on his blood and left wine-red footprints behind them, and a gruesome drag-trail.

Kicking in the door, Lark pulled Sparrow inside and shut themselves in. Locked and with a shelf shoved against the door, Lark finally turned to look down at the wheezing body at his feet.

Sparrow looked like a ghost of himself. His glasses were askew on his face, his eyes heavy-lidded. His skin was turning a sickly pale. Blood was smeared across his cheek from his mouth. His teeth turned pink as he grit them in pain.

His hand trembled and cupped the wound in his side. His white shirt was turning red and pink around the radius.

Lark felt sick to his stomach as he fell to his knees and started to apply pressure. His heart thumped in his ears as he used one hand to feel his body for any medical supplies. Adrenaline and dread mixed in a nauseating concoction in his veins.

Fuck. Lark wasn’t the medic one. It was never him.

Fuck. Terry would carry the medical supplies. He always said not to rely on magic.

Fuck. Sparrow knew how to heal. But already his eyes started to grow hazy and dim.

“Sparrow, hey, hey, keep with me. Don’t you dare nod off on me!” Lark snapped with venom, with anger and fear like that scared little boy that tried to fight the monsters under their bed.

Sparrow’s chest rose and fell shallowly, and he wheezed with each breath. He hardly responded to his brother’s words. He didn’t chastise him for his harshness like he normally does.

Lark’s brows furrowed to the point of aching as he searched his mind for the next step. His breath began to shake with his hands. His hands were slick with warm blood. It was sticky and viscous like syrup.

“Fuck- fuck fuck fucking fuck! Dammit, Sparrow!” He shouted, pressing firmer on the wound in the hopes of getting a response. Even if Sparrow cussed him out, it would be a welcome alternative to his silence.

“Don’t- don’t do this to me, brother!” Lark sobbed, only now aware of the hot tears that spilled down his face. “You can’t leave me! This isn’t- we’re supposed to do this together!”

As Lark intended, Sparrow stirred with a sudden groan and grimace, the aching pain that blossomed under Lark’s hands doing enough to stir Sparrow’s foggy mind.

Sparrow felt his mind going muddy, like water in a creek that’s stirred up until it’s all brown with sediment. As he breathed in, his chest ached, and he could hear the wet crackle of his lungs. His heart beat fast, only worsening the blood that flowed freely out of his body.

He knew he was dying. He couldn’t save himself— his magic was drained, used up in enchantments like Entangle and Guidance and healing Grant from a particularly nasty attack.

And now there was nothing left for him.

Eyelids fluttering with a weakness, Sparrow lifted one of his hands to clutch Lark’s. He wheezed and coughed, turning his head to look up at his sobbing brother.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Lark. I don’t think… I don’t think I can… I think this is it…”

“No.” Lark’s mouth curled with a stubbornness, his hands squeezing his brothers. Still keeping pressure on his wound. Anything for a few extra seconds. “No. I won’t let you. We- we just have to… just have to wait. Maybe- maybe Normal or Grant’s kid can—”

“L-Lark,” Sparrow rasped, eyes wet with tears. He sobbed, and then coughed up spittle tinged with blood. “I don’t- I don’t think there’s a-a way out of this… the kids… they’re too far a-ahead. And I don’t… I wouldn’t want Normal to s-see me like this…”

Sparrow watched his brother’s features break with grief, with a helplessness that he knew he despised. He stared up at his face that mirrored his own, mirrored his fathers. Sparrow always thought Lark looked more like Henry out of the two of them. Lark hated it.

Hot heavy tears dripped from Lark’s eyes and a sob tore from his throat painfully. Still, he refused to ease his hands off of Sparrow’s wound. Stubbornly hoping against all the odds that maybe he could hold out for just long enough.

“It’s supposed to be us against the world, brother. Us. It- I-… I cant do this w-without you…”

Sparrow squeezed his brother’s hands, eyes brimming with tears that spilled from the corners of his eyes.

“You have to. You- you have to watch our boy for us… you have to look out for N-Normal…”

The thought of leaving Normal brought another sob from Sparrow, grimacing with pain as he cried in the dark of this house. The thought of leaving Normal after what he said… after what Normal feels now…

Sparrow gripped Lark’s wrists with a sudden urgency, enough so that it awoke him from his sorrow. With wet eyes, Lark looked down at his brother expectantly— hoping that Sparrow somehow found a second wind, an iota of magic he could summon for himself.

“L-Lark, please- please tell Normal that I love him. Tell him and Hero that… I love them, and I-I’m so proud of them, please.”

Lark grimaced with anguish, his vision blurred with tears until he blinked and nodded slowly.

“O-Okay… I will… I promise…”

“A-and-” Sparrow coughed and his abdomen spasmed painfully. Lark noticed he was paler than before— nearly grey. “Don’t- don’t forget to tell them that you love them. Tell them, sh-show them… just… I know that you do. J-Just let them know…”

Lark sobbed bitterly, nodding in reluctant acceptance to all Sparrow asked. How could he say no to his brother’s last request, to love his children as his own?

“O-Okay… okay…”

Sparrow smiled weakly up at his brother, even as Lark dropped his head and sobbed over him. Even at the brink of death, Sparrow tried to ease Lark’s hurt and hide his own. He brought a hand up to Lark’s cheek, patting him in weak comfort.

“Hey… it-it’s gonna be alright, brother. I know it will…”

Sparrows words seemed to carve into Lark’s heart with a deep pain. He felt like he was being torn in two, kneeling over his brother’s slowly dying body. He sobbed helplessly, his hands slipping away from his brother’s wound. Giving up. Accepting the inevitable. Hating himself for it.

Sparrow tried to suppress his coughing, wheezing at Lark’s knees. Blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth and was soaked into his clothes.

“H-Hey- hey, Lark…”

Reluctant, Lark lifted his head. Tears still slipped down his cheeks and into his unkempt beard. His blood-stained hands now rested on his lap, curled into tight fists.

“Yeah, Sparrow?”

Gathering his remaining strength, clinging to the last drop of life he had before it slipped away, Sparrow raised his fist to his brother.

“P-Power…”

Lark stared at the offered fist in heartbreak. He choked back a sob, weakly bumping his crimson fist against Sparrow’s.

“Power…”

Sparrow laid down his hand and offered one last smile to his twin. His other half. Skin grey and ghostly, his eyes dim and fading.

Lark held Sparrow’s hand, sobbing bitterly through gritted teeth. Cursing everything under the sun for doing this to him. Taking the one thing he had left. The ying to his yang. The sun to his moon. His balance, the one who softened his harsh edges, reminded him to love instead of hate, to live instead of survive.

He watched his other half die.

[hopelessromance21]

LONG DRABBLE/ONESHOT THINGY UNDER CUT

Grant couldn’t look at it.

He could stand just right and keep it in the corner of his eye, barely perceived, just on the outskirts of his focus (and he always knew where it was, never wanting it to cross the border of his peripheral into his central sight).

He hoped Link didn’t see the way his hand shook when they first introduced them. The way he swallowed down the rising bile. The way he paled, like he saw a ghost.

Maybe he did. Maybe he saw a ghost in this eldritch child. Maybe he saw the ghost of another child, who was 14, who was scared as shit but pretending otherwise, because if his Dad was perfectly fine then surely everything was?

And maybe he saw the ghost of that child, and he saw the exact moment that the glimmer of innocence and childhood joy left his eyes.

Maybe this child was coated head to toe in viscera and blood and guts and everything else imaginable, about to throw up, struck with terror and horror because oh god, he just killed something. And oh god, underneath that fear he felt just a little excited, and when he emerged, alive, almost unscathed, he almost felt proud of himself.

And his father looked so relieved when he emerged, bloody and shaking. And told him “Good job bud, way to go. You’re a man now. You did it, just like me.”

Maybe he saw a ghost. So Grant didn’t look at them.

Nick couldn’t stop staring at the Doodler.

When following his son and his friends, among his own friends backstabbers, Nick’s eyes drifted toward the eldritch form that was split in two. Two halves of one boy. Two halves that could never be whole.

Among them, he saw someone he hadn’t seen in a long time.

Shaggy hair like his dad’s, wearing a hand-me-down tee brandishing an up-and-coming band does he remember standing backstage, all smiles and brimming excitement as his dad sung to a cheering crowd?, a little sleepy-eyed and chilled out does he remember sitting with his dad on the couch, smelling that musk, and feeling safe and warm?, standing with his shoulders slouched.

When he smiled it didn’t reach his eyes. There was an ache in his chest and he knew why, but he could ignore it just like his dad.

And then his almost-twin stood beside him. So close they nearly blurred into the other.

Hair trimmed and neat when was it cut?, wearing a button up shirt and khakis did he like those clothes? did he?, eyes bright with a fire soon to be unleashed is this what he is? what he was supposed to be?, standing rigid and trying to be everything his father was.

When he smiled his teeth were a little too sharp, and his eyes lit with brimstone. There was an ache in his chest but he didn’t know why, he could never explain it, and so he ignored it.

Nick would stare at the two and wonder…

And he would feel that ache in his chest.

Sparrow did his best to be polite and kind.

He forced a smile, tried to remember what his dad told him. “Everyone deserves love”, Henry would say, and offer the shirt off his back if it helped.

Sparrow tried to look on without anguish at the little boy that looked back at him through the Doodler’s eyes.

A mess of hair, full of sticks and bugs and dirt, colorful bandaids speckled across his arms and knees and elbows along with his freckles. Wearing that jersey that said “Go Doodlers!” with that childish drawing.

Smiling so big and bright it hurt his face. Hiding his tears, soothing his brother’s temper and his father’s broken heart, and neglecting his own hurt.

Suffocating under the shadow of being one of The Twins. Never just Sparrow, but Lark and Sparrow.

Feeling the chaos writhe in his bones, a force so old and deep, so ingrained in him that it is him. Being utterly terrified of the feeling. Burying his fears for a later day, some other time.

Looking at the Doodler personified and feeling that writhing, squirming ache in his bones again.

Sparrow forced a smile and pushed on.

Lark grit his teeth and kept focus, never looking for too long. He didn’t stare, he didn’t avoid looking. He would bite his tongue and give the Dood the briefest attention needed, and then move on.

Every time he looked, he flinched at the image he was met with.

Hair a mess, brown skin and freckles, bandaids scattered over his cheeks and forehead and arms and legs. Wearing that stupid jersey.

Eyes rolled back to the point of pain, the whites of his eyes overtaken with grey static. The grey seeping out of his mouth, filling his lungs. Drowning him and strangling any sound he could make of anguish.

His fist clutching the knife he drove into his father’s back with a twisted satisfaction he didn’t want to acknowledge. A chorus of words chanting in his ear. “Henry Oak is the unsung hero. Henry Oak is the unsung hero. You Know What To Do.”

Feeling his father’s hands cling to his body. Still hugging him, despite the pain. Holding him to his chest as if he could protect him from this, a danger of his own creation.

Terry never laid eyes on the Doodler. Not in their human form. The last thing he saw was Terri smiling at him. His daughter, smiling at him.

What would he have seen? Perhaps the familiar image of a boy, 15, angry. Angry at his stepfather. Angry at his mother. Angry at the world. Angry at nothing in particular.

Maybe he would’ve seen this boy hissing words of venom into his cellphone. Rejecting freely offered care, tossing it away with the words “you know what? I hope you die,” slipping past his teeth.

Maybe he would’ve seen this boy, shadowed by the taller figure of his “father”. Both cloaked in dark robes. The boy feeling the ache of exhaustion in his bones, and a pinprick pain in the back of his head. “Just a headache,” Terry Sr. would tell him.

Maybe he would see this boy perched atop a tall tower, spell book in hand. Shouting incantations into the sky, runes glowing at his feet, magic power making the wind churn around him. Ron pleading with him in the background while he wiped tears away on his sleeve and kept reading.

Willy had plenty to deal with as a teen. Growing up in the ‘30’s and 40’s had it’s challenges. He was homeless for a time, he worked and struggled and failed and always had this yearning for more, and did whatever the fuck he needed to get more.

But he didn’t see himself as a teenager.

Instead, when he looked upon the Doodler’s shifting form as it rose from the inky darkness summoned by Scary, what flickered into form was a man.

Grown and aged. A ring on his finger that he intermittently removed. Drenched in water, skin grey and clammy. Eyes clouded over and dead. Water filling his lungs, burning in his chest as he gasped for air.

He saw Willy Stampler, drowned.

So it's been established as of s2 ep 39 that Dude appears to take a different form for every person - specifically, he seems to be a humanization of the sources of anxieties integral to each person's respective experiences with teenagerhood.

What do we think about Grant seeing Dude covered in blood and shaking from killing an unseen chimera. What do we think about Nicky seeing Dude torn two ways in the throes of a never-ending identity crisis. What do we think about Sparrow seeing Dude making himself so small, trying to be everything to everyone except himself. What do we think about Lark seeing Dude with static pouring from his eyes, dripping from the knife in his hand.

What do we think Willy sees (What do we think Terry Jr. would have seen).

What do we think.

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆. . .

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Desiderium - [noun]

“An ardent desire or longing; a feeling of loss or grief for something lost”

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ , ʳ ᵘᵉᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ᵇ ᵉ ᵘ ʳ

ᵇ ᵉ ᵘ ʳ ,ʸ ʳ ʳ ᵒ ˢ

ᵇ ᵉ ᵘ ʳ ,ʸ ʳ ʳ ᵒ ˢ ᵐ ’ ⁱ

ʙᴇᴜʀ ʏʀʀ ᴏ s ᴍ ’ ɪ

“S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧl͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘”

Dark.

Everything is so dark…

And cold…

He feels hands on his shoulders, heavy. Comforting. They rest on his trembling body, and an echoing voice calls his name.

“S̢̼̼͖̺͖ͪo͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞ṛ̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧl͖͖̰̝ͭ̀͘, m̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ b͔͔̳͈̊̆ͥ͂͜͝o͙͙̙̘̙ͤͫ͞y͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́...”

“W̧̤̤͇̣̥͂͐a͔͔̜̗̦ͩ̅̎k̼̼̞̦̞̼̔ḛ̡̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧ ụ̴̴̾̀͟͡p͔͔͚͉̬̋ͩ̾͗”

ᴡʜᴍᴘ

Sorel opens his eyes, his body wracked with tremors. He looks out into a dark abyss, warped and repeating like mirrors looking into each other.

The cold lingers, clinging to his skin. He feels the mist of water. The cool of caves. He feels his head ache with pain, sobs choking his throat.

The fear and guilt lingering from his final moments.

ʜɪs ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs…

He breathes in a shaking breath, fear gripping his heart. A sob falls from his mouth.

“ɪ-ɪ’ᴍ—”

“𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐬.”

Outside of his sight, he hears a voice echo through the dark expanse of this realm. He turns, spinning in this abyss— weightless. Drifting.

“ᴡʜ-ᴡʜᴏ’s ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? ᴡʜᴏ-ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ??”

From the dark, a form begins to emerge. First, they look to be nothing but a blip in the darkness. But then a white face rises from the depths. Their body rises, faded and obscure around the edges of his form. His face smiles blankly, black eyes staring at the monster that trembles and shakes without stop.

“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝! 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...”

“...”

“𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮...”

Without choice, Sorel finds himself in front of this being. The man, or monster, or perhaps both, looms over the shorter monster, who remains floating and curled into himself out of fear.

“ᴡʜ-ᴡʜᴏ.. ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ..?”

The man’s smile perks up in the slightest as he extends a hand to Sorel. A hole is carved into his palms— into both his palms, it appears.

With hesitance, Sorel shakes it. Instantly, he feels he has landed on solid, invisible ground, and now stands in front of this being.

“𝐌𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐖.𝐃. 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞... 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬...”

Sorel swallows, crossing his arms in the act of self comfort. He glances around the expanse of the realm, seeing only endless nothingness surrounding him and this… “Gaster”…

“ᴀ-ᴀɴᴅ.. ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ…”

“𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲, 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞... ”

Gaster pauses, his smile falling to its more natural, melancholic state. He looks out into the distance, before turning back to Sorel.

“𝐀𝐧𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬… 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.”

Sorel shifts in discomfort, still feeling a sharp, blunt pressure on his screen. It throbs and aches. He swears he can feel and hear the glass breaking, fracturing like a spider’s web…

ˢᵖⁱᵈᵉʳ···

“... ɪ.. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ.. ᴡʜʏ ᴍᴇ? ᴡʜʏ ᴏ-ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ... ᴍ-ᴍᴇ?”

Gaster smiles down at him, placing his hands on his shoulders— a feeling that is unnervingly familiar to Sorel..

“𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧...”

ʰ̴̶̵҉̨̡̛̼͎̫͓̒́̔ͩ͜͟͠͞͞ ᵘ̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ ᵐ̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ ᵃ҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ ⁿ̸͐̈́͟͟͝

ʰ̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡ ᵘ̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ ᵐ̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ ᵃ҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ ⁿ̸͐̈́͟͟͝

ʰ̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡ ᵘ̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ ᵐ̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ ᵃ҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ ⁿ̸͐̈́͟͟͝

ʰ̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡ ᵘ̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ ᵐ̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠ ᵃ҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡ ⁿ̸͐̈́͟͟͝

“ᴏ-ᴏʜ…”

There is a discomforting weight on his chest. On his SOUL…

He hears Gaster sigh, and a nudge forward by his hands. They begin walking.

“𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥... 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.”

“... ᴏʜ…”

Sorel glances up at this man- this monster, Gaster. In every wrong way, there is something familiar about him. As if he should know him. Be accustomed to his presence. It’s as if a friend is a stranger, and you know them as both.

Conflicting. Confusing.

Gaster continues speaking nonetheless. They continue walking, nonetheless.

“𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬... 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.”

“...”

ʀᴜᴇʙʀɪs…

ɪ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜɪᴍ…

ɢᴏᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴇ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ...

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ…”

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ…

Sorel stops walking. He stares down at his feet, at the unending void beneath him.

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ... ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ...?”

ɪs ʜᴇ ᴏᴋᴀʏ?

ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ?

Gaster stops in his steps. Turning back to the boy, the Lost Man looks reluctant.

“... 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥..?”

ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ?

Sorel lifts his head, feigning bravery.

... ɴᴏ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ...”

The regret, the dread, that Gaster expresses, is unmistakable. Sorel’s stomach gapes with a pit of dread. He feels his heart begin to sink…

“𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥…”

Gaster sweeps his arms out in a guiding gesture. Despite nothing there, Sorel seems to understand… there is something to see, through the dark mists…

A breath. A sob… a voice, breaks through the veil.

“... ᶜᵒᵐᵉ-”

ʀᴜᴇʙʀɪs...?

A window opens, spilling light into this realm, banishing the cancerous dark. As the light fades, Sorel sees…

His dust…

His remains…

“…ᶜᵒᵐᵉ back… to me…”

His Ruebris.

“...I’ll die over a hundred times if…

if it meant Sorel and Muffet got to live happy lives.”

Standing against her…

“ɴ-ɴᴏ…”

That hatchet…

He feels it, still.

The sting, unfading… lingering…

And he watches it cut into Ruebris.

-75

Sorel feels it. He feels the sharpened metal cut through his flesh. He feels his legs shake.

“ɴᴏ... ɴᴏ..!”

He tries to leap forward, to help, to stop, to take the hits for him.

Gaster’s hands stop him. Command him.

He couldn’t get through even if he wanted him to…

-75

-80

“ɴᴏ! ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴜɴ- ᴍʏ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴜᴇʙ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴜɴ-!”

Sorel’s shoulder aches, the phantom wound aflame with agony as he watches his lover get cut down.

Gaster sighs with sympathy, his hand remaining on his shoulder.

“𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥... 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮…”

Sorel shakes, his screen fuzzing with static. His mind lost in anguish.

Over, and over, he watches each hit cut a little deeper.

Each hit take just a little bit more from his lover.

And he watches her SOUL maneuvering through his attacks…

As if memorized.

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-75

-75

“ɴᴏ…”

sᴏʙ

sᴏʙ

He’s shaking…

ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇ ʀᴜɴ?

-65

ᴡ ʜ ʏ ᴡ ᴏ ɴ ’ ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴜ ɴ ?

Ruebris is shaking…

-25

-75

“ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ... ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏ…”

-75

s ʜ ᴇ ’ s ᴛ ᴏ ᴏ s ᴛ ʀ ᴏ ɴ ɢ. . .

Sorel can see her… s m i l i n g. . .

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-75

ʜ ᴇ ’ s ɴ ᴏ ᴛ ɢ ᴏ ɪ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ᴡ ɪ ɴ. . .

She’s dodging every attack.

Even his bite.

“ᴊᴜsᴛ- ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴜɴ, ʀᴜᴇʙ-!”

-75

-75

ɪ ’ ᴍ ᴅ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ

Sorel can see the light… the life, draining from Ruebris’ face…

“ᴊᴜsᴛ…”

ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ɪ ’ ᴍ s ᴛ ɪ ʟ ʟ ʟ ᴏ s ɪ ɴ ɢ ʜ ɪ ᴍ

He didn’t want this.

sᴏʙ

sᴏʙ

sᴏʙ

ʜɪᴄ

sᴏʙ ʜɪᴄ

sᴏʙ

He wanted Ruebris t o l i v e. . .

“ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ, ʀᴜᴇʙʏ…”

-75

“ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ…”

-75

Gaster turned his back, some time ago.

He hates seeing this part.

“𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥…”

He hates hearing Sorel break and mourn…

-75

Recalling how many times he did the same…

“𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮.”

ᴛʜᴍᴘ

9999

9999

9999

“𝘕𝘖-!”

The window shuts on that final image.

That image that is burned into Sorel’s mind.

That hatchet…

Embedded deep…

Into Rueb’s skull.

Sorel feels his lungs deflate, on fire, aching. He feels his hands shaking so hard. He feels his throat begin to burn and ache.

He doesn’t realize he is screaming endlessly. Gasping desperately for breath, collapsed on the ground.

Shaking.

Shaking, screaming.

Gaster is kneeling beside him, a hand on his shoulder.

Listening to his cries echo and fade away.

Listening to Sorel’s spirit break, until only soft sobs choke his dry throat.

sᴏʙ

sᴏʙ

sᴏʙ

“ᴡ-ᴡ-ᴡʜᴀᴛ... ˢᵒᵇ … ᴡ-ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ…”

“ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ?”

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆. . .

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Pluviophile [noun]

“A lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days”

THE UNDERGROUND

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋

21XX

[ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ᴅ ᴇ]

The sounds of the flowing and trickling water are inescapable in these caverns. The only other sounds are the Echo Flowers that whisper soft secrets when brushed by.

ᵖᵃᵖʸʳᵘˢ ⁱˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ

ⁱ’ᵐ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵉ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ

ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘⁱⁿˢ

ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ

ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵐᵒᵐᵐʸ

ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃˢᵍᵒʳᵉ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵘˢ?

“ʜ-ʜᴇʟʟᴏ…”

A figure stands at the other side of the river, shrouded in the mist that rises from the churning water. A light dimly shines from their screen, casting odd, flickering shadows onto their surroundings.

Slowly, he walks forward. He crosses the stream and steps onto the land on the other side.

Standing tall in front of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟…

Not as afraid as the last one.

“ɪ.. ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ..”

His hands tremble subtly and wring together. His screen flickers with different expressions, emotions laid bare. Worry, fear, reluctance…

He breathes out slowly, pixel eyes looking into н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ emotionless expression. He’s saddened to see no remorse. No regret; not even joy or glee at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ demented actions..

“ɪ’ᴠᴇ sᴇᴇɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴄʀᴇᴇɴғᴀᴄᴇs…”

A subtle shift of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ feet, and н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ ink black SOUL levitates in front of н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟. The Screenface, known by very few as Sorel, shudders as his SOUL is pulled from his chest.

His hands, once shaking, steady as they clench into fists.

“ᴍʏ ɢ-ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs... ᴛᴏᴏ…”

The Screenface stares at the hatchet that glints in the starlight. He braces…

“ˡ ⁱ ˢ ᵗ ᴇ ɴ close…”

- 𝟔𝟎

“Humans hit hard, Sorel…”

The blade carves into the side of his head. Sparks of electricity and flame spit from the fresh wound. His screen fuzzes and one side glitches out periodically.

“They aim for the weak points..”

Static overcomes his screen, and the white noise begins to overtake all other sounds, echoing into the cavern.

A stream of static propels itself at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ dark SOUL.

- ➋

- ➋ - ➋

Such small victories. Sorel knows he hardly stands a chance.

“They can take a beating, and give one right back…”

Before he can blink, the hatchet cleaves into his shoulder.

- 𝟔𝟎

“Humans do not obey logic, Sorel…”

He hisses bitterly.

“ɪ-ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ…”

His hand presses to his limp shoulder, his breath labored and shaking.

“There is no compromising… no MERCY...”

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs?”

“They chase the rush of a kill.”

His screen warps and distorts with pain, his eyes blinking rapidly.

From above, clusters of miniature televisions spawn, falling heavy around the ink-dark SOUL. When they hit the ground, they explode into debris before fading away.

- ➎

-➎

- ➋

“They are fast. Faster than us.”

Sorel flinches at the look ѕ̵̶̮̬͖̄͑͟н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊ gives him. Unimpressed. Unamused. Bored.

“They are sick and twisted. The only thing they love more than war..”

“ᴅᴏᴇs… ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ? ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs?”

“Is winning that war.”

Another swing from the hatchet. It carves into his head, deepening the gash that already flickers with angry sparks of remaining life.

- 𝟕𝟓

. . .

𝟓 𝐡𝐩

“Remember, Sorel, if you see a human, run…”

Sorel falls to his knees. His body shakes without his control. He feels his life beginning to fade, beginning to wane…

“Don’t fight.”

Cables unfurl from the air, hanging around н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ dark and unfeeling SOUL. They swing and sway back and forth…

“Don’t be a hero…”

But he doesn’t have much left in him, and it’s apparent with his attacks…

“...ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ…”

. . .

“... I love you more than life, Sorel.”

He lifts his face to her, clinging to his shoulder. Sparks fly and spit angrily from the gash in his head.

“ʏᴏᴜ- ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs…”

He watches the hatchet spin in н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ hand— the blunt end of the handle poised to attack— poised to kill.

Sorel’s body shakes.

He can’t help it…

His breath rasps in his chest.

His screen is distorted, warping, fuzzing with static particles. But his sad smile of acceptance can be seen…

ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ɢʀᴀɴᴅғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ...

“... ɪ’ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ, ʀᴜᴇʙ…”

𝐁𝐀𝐌

𝐁𝐀𝐌

𝐂𝐑𝐒𝐇

Glass shatters at н̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢є̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊я̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ feet.

The Screenface’s screen whines with lingering power before going dark. The screen bashed in, shards of glass framing Sorel’s lifeless face like jagged teeth.

His body falls limp, hitting the ground with a muted 𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘱.

As his body fades to ash, the Echo Flowers chant his final words…

ⁱ ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳʳʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ⁱ ’ ᵐ ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ, ʳᵘᵉᵇ

ˢ ᵒ ʳ ʳ ʸ , ʳ ᵘᵉᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʳ ᵘ ᵉ ᵇ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ!

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴄʜᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴜsʜ!

ᴇxᴘ: 150

ɢᴏʟᴅ: 10

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆. . .

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Onding - [noun]

“A heavy fall of rain or snow”

THE UNDERGROUND

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐈𝐍

21XX

[ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ᴅ ᴇ]

The snowfall is thick and heavy.

The snow was soft.

She loved it.

It turns Snowdin into a picture hidden behind a blanket of static.

This was her favorite place to roam.

It’s silent. Eerily lifeless.

It’s been like this since he was cut down.

No one remains.

She found his remains. Past the Sentry station. In the woods.

ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧʏ͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ hunted down every last monster, leaving the snow dusted grey with ash. Now, only ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧʏ͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ left footprints in the snow…

The snow crunches underfoot…

ᴄʀɴᴄʜ

ᴄʀɴᴄʜ

ᴄʀɴᴄʜ

The sound of approaching footsteps in the snow brings ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧᴍ̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ to pause. A figure emerges, taking trembling steps out from behind the shed.

She was hiding…

She shouldn’t have been there…

Her long hair flows around her body with frosted, snow-capped ends, and her very form trembles before this heartless creature. And yet, there is a lifelessness to this monster.

She is broken.

He was e v e r y t h i n g. . .

A familiar scarf is wrapped around her neck. Dust lingers on the red, tattered fabric.

“𝕀.. 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤…”

Her voice shakes once she musters the strength to speak. Her eyes stare blankly at the snow between them.

Afraid to look at ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧᴍ̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠.

From her peripheral, she sees ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧᴍ̰̰̹͚̙̂ͦ͗͠ move. Instantly, ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧɪ̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟ʀ̣̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ SOUL levitates out of their chest.

She flinches, stepping back in cowardice.

“𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥... 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘.. 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪…”

For the first time, this monster feels the weight and pull of battle on her SOUL. She cannot refuse it, as much as she wishes to.

She knew this would come.

She regrets…

“𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕- 𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘…”

E v e r y t h i n g. . .

ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧʏ͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ don’t care to know her name— she murmurs it anyway: 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖…

ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧʏ͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ don’t care to hear her heartbreak. She voices it anyway.

“𝕀 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪…”

The first strike is a searing pain on her SOUL. She whimpers, clutching her chest by untested instinct. Several coils of her hair are severed and curled at her feet.

- 𝟡

Tears sting her wide yellow eyes.

Her attack is weak— she knew it would be. Her hands shake too hard, her fear overpowers her. She watches as ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧʏ͙͙̪̰ͫ͌́ maneuver around it, finding ease in avoiding the sharp-cutting leaves that flow from her hands.

- ➋

And now ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧɪ̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟ʀ̣̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ turn. ᴛ̼̼̖̾͟͞ʜ̨͚͚͖ͯ̒̄͗͞ᴇ̡̰̰̳͓̥ͬ͋ͪͧɪ̧̻̻͉̜͑ͪ̾͟ʀ̣̣̬̫̍͌ͩ͟ movements a blur in the heavy snow, Ange can barely perceive the hatchet that slices through the air.

- 𝟙𝟘

Ange blinks, breathing unsteadily. In a gradual flow, large tears begin to slip down her featureless face.

𝟙 𝕙𝕡

She can feel her body crumbling. Dying.

Her eyes lift, looking at long last on her attacker.

The cold, unfeeling gaze in ʜ̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓ᴇ̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊ʀ̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ lemony eyes…

The 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘. . .

“𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞?”

Tears flow out of her eyes, warm in contrast to the bitter cold that swirls around her. The open wounds carved into her chest and shoulder ache.

She sobs, shaking her head. Her thick locks of faded willow and browning moss swing at this MONSTER before her.

She knows she can’t beat ʜ̶̪͍̒ͥ͑̓ᴇ̷̵̨̧̖̫̗̆̊ʀ̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟. She knows she won’t be spared.

Ange knows this is the end.

“.. 𝕙𝕖.. 𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥- 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥…”

ᴛʜᴍᴘ

The hatchet embeds itself firmly in her torso. It digs in deep, as if her body is its new home.

- 𝟚𝟡𝟜𝟞𝟞𝟚

Ange feels her skin begin to crackle and break. She feels unsteady, lighter than ever.

She feels like she has been sleeping for a long time…

The snow crunches beneath her knees.

Like b o n e s.

She breathes white air.

Her ghost… trying to escape…

As her body begins to crumble and give under the push of the wind, she breathes out a slow sigh.

The ground wants to swallow her whole.

Her mouth splits to smile sadly.

She was afraid.

B u t s h e d i d n t r u n.

“..ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ…”

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ!

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ!

ᴇxᴘ: 10

ɢᴏʟᴅ: 7

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𝐅 𝐈 𝐋 𝐄 𝐋 𝐎 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆. . .

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Occhiolism [noun]

“The awareness of the smallness of your perspective…”

THE UNDERGROUND

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐃𝐈𝐍

20XX

The snow is soft.

She loves it.

This has always been her favorite place to roam. For years, she’s come here. The cold air is so brisk and refreshing; it awakens her in a way nothing else can.

She feels like she has been sleeping for a long time.

The snow crunches underfoot. Puffs of white air leave her nostrils, like ghosts trying to escape.

She walks for a long time. Over the bridge. Past the Sentry station.

She’s never been this far past Snowdin.

Trees surround her. Snow capped, sparkling with ice. She walks deeper. The snow reaches her knees. The ground wants to swallow her whole.

“— AND TAKE THAT! YOU SEE, HUMAN, NO ONE CAN DEFEAT MY SPECIAL ATTACK! YOU HAVE BEEN BESTED BY THE GREAT—”

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“... HELLO? IS SOMEONE THERE?”

Not anyone that should be.

“...”

She is afraid to speak, and uncertain why. She’s still getting used to her voice. Normally she can always smile to a new face.

But.. this monster sounds so mighty. And she is small.

He sounds battleworn. She is not. He belongs. S h e d o e s n o t.

“HELLO LITTLE GREEN PERSON! I SEE YOU HIDING BEHIND THAT TREE!”

“-!”

She peers around the trunk of the tree, a large yellow eye staring unblinking at…

Papyrus A skeleton…

“Hello-! I’m sorry for interrupting you! I-I was just wandering..”

The skeleton’s smile is constant, but he seems to smile at her. She feels more at ease.

“THE GREAT PAPYRUS UNDERSTANDS! I TOO OFTEN WANDER THE FOREST IN SEARCH OF HUMANS AND STRATEGIC AREAS FOR OPTIMAL PUZZLE PLACEMENT!”

“Hehe- good thing you are here too, to protect us from the humans!” She would run at the first sighting.

Slowly, she emerges from behind the tree, treading through the snow to approach the towering skeleton. Wanting to be near him before he’s gone.. Upon walking away from the tree line, she sees that this “Great Papyrus” was mock-battling a human-shaped snowmound.

“NYEH-HEH, OF COURSE! THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS THE GREATEST PROTECTOR OF SNOWDIN.”

He looks down at her, tilting his bleached skull to the side in curiosity. She shouldn’t be here.

“AH! WE MUST PROPERLY INTRODUCE OURSELVES. YOU, NO DOUBT, HAVE HEARD OF ME; THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ROYAL GUARD IN TRAINING!”

She blinks up at Papyrus, her gold-yellow eyes clueless to who he is— but believing, with all her heart and SOUL, that he is very important. He is everything

“Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, Papyrus!” She will regret everything.

“My name is Ange!”

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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 pt. 3/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (adj.) inclined toward or displaying love

CONTENT WARNINGS: SMUT · FLUFF · MONSTERFUCKER · INSECURITIES · BODY WORSHIP · MONSTER MAGIC · PRAISE · OVERSTIMULATION · VAGINAL PENETRATION · PORN WITH PLOT

Word count: 6101 words

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I'm deathly afraid of this earning way more attention than it deserves, but I'm posting it anyway. Uh, part three of my indulgent fic. I actually happened to finish this part last night, so it might feel a bit rushed near the end, but it's alright. Smut is smut. Once again, credits for human!sans (at least this design) goes to @htsan! Please, for the love of God, ignore this hgjksdgbfd.

Part three is when shit skyrockets. Part two was horny? This is even hornier. Buckle up. Enjoy the ride. (Edit: HOLY SHIT IT'S BEEN SEEN, WOW- OKAY- UHHH-)

Cha cha <3

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Oh, the things she’d do for this comical human who’s stolen her SOUL…

“i-!” Sans flushes immediately, his heart racing inside his chest as he jumps to give her his consent. “i wan-… ww-wanna keep going!” He answers, fingers curling around the base of June’s palms.

Humming favorably, June finally bends close enough to lock lips with her obedient partner, who is quick to welcome her deep, passionate kiss by wrapping his arms around her shoulders and eagerly parting his lips. She is receptive to his needs and responds to his willingness by slithering her tongue—although not its entire length—into his slippery, hot mouth, leaving behind the faint notes of his cum inside.

Groaning and tearing up at her responsiveness, Sans squeezes his eyes shut and weakly swirls his tongue against June’s snakelike appendage, briefly tasting himself before her smell overpowers him. He can feel wet beads trickle down his cheeks alongside his perspiration, though he continues to please June by bending and pressing his tongue up against hers, feeling every ridge poke the inside of his mouth only for her tongue to playfully coil around his.

“mmgh…mmh…” moans the clean-shaven human, his chubby form quivering like a newborn, flooded with unbearable warmth he wishes June could whisk away with the snap of her fingers.

Speaking of whisking away, Sans momentarily stutters in his breathtaking kiss when he notices both a fluctuation of lighting from under his eyelids and a distinct shift of gravity. By the time he finally parts from June’s addicting lips, he pulls away with a heaving gasp escaping his mouth, drool and saliva pooling at the back of his mouth while simultaneously dribbling out from the corner of his mouth.

“ghngg- hhaaa-! hha… haaa…” Sans pants, his sweaty palms clinging onto June’s furry biceps, the remaining fat bulging from the undersides. “hh-… wh-…?”

Drowsily blinking his eyes open, Sans is quick to discover they are no longer within their modest living room, where their kitchen and dining room are virtually combined on one floor, but instead reclined back in their peaceful, familiar bedroom.

Their mattress bends under their added weight, sheets shuffling and decorative pillows flopping onto the ground, disregarded by both the human and monster. The layout of their bedroom is simple; two nightstands at their respective sides of the bed, a chestnut dresser, and flagrant windows the size of their entire wall—conveniently drawn semi-closed with matching gray curtains. Silvery illumination creeps inside the comfort of their room from between the curtains, permitting just the right amount of visibility both June and Sans need to admire each other.

Blushing furiously beneath June, Sans licks his lips and gawks up at her, gulping almost anxiously at the sight of her intense rubellite stare—swearing her eyes practically cut through the darkness just to keep her focus on him. He wonders how he did not notice her effortlessly lift him from the couch and carry him to their shared bedroom, perhaps too infatuated by her lustful kiss.

oh, man…

i love ‘er so much…

“er—”

Before Sans has any time to voice his thoughts, June sits up to her knees and crosses her arms downward to cling onto the hem of her tank top. He swears he forgets how to breathe in the moment because the instant June lifts her arms and tosses her shirt away, he whimpers under his breath and shakes at how real this moment is. Although he’s seen her without any article of clothing, he still can’t help but sheepishly avert his cerulean eyes before latching back onto her pliable form.

Now lacking a form-fitting tank top, June’s upper torso is revealed to be entirely covered in her naturally pristine white fur. Ordinarily, her face is the fluffiest part of her body, the rest of her body, however, has fluffy yet smooth fur. The refined glide of her fur perfectly accentuates the curves of her breasts and the pudge around her stomach, a noticeable chub sitting right at her hips. Although lacking the characteristic areolas that would normally sit on the front a human woman’s breast, June’s breasts mirror practically every other aspect to that of a human’s.

Sans’s face flourishes in a prominent shade of red, his wide cerulean eyes gawking up at his charming, curvaceous partner, who looks down at him and practically lights up the room with her smile alone. His breath hitches in his throat when the snowy rabbit stealthily looms over him once again, her hands slithering at the sides of his head on the mattress beneath him. He discovers a pair of luminous rubellite eyes boring at him, as if scrutinizing him for every little movement, every twitch he might accidentally succumb to.

He is perplexed when a tender tug disturbs his entire shirt from the hem, his body rigid when he finally interprets June’s underlying request. Squirming uncomfortably, Sans turns his head overall and palms the side of his face.

“i-… i dunno, june…” he murmurs, frowning softly. “i still… yy-… y’know…”

“Hmm?”

Sans’s body quivers, humiliation boiling in the pit of his chest.

“i don’t… look as-… as nice as you… a-and ‘m not… sure if you still want—…”

“…” June’s head cocks to the side at a short degree, her unmistakably lucid eyes coursing over Sans’s flustered face. She softly hums with a short giggle tickling her vocal cords. “Honey… the whole point of us doing this is for me to show you that I love every bit of you. And I wanna help you love yourself, too! I think you’re the cutest human ever, and I’d never settle for anyone else!”

June hovers closer, pecking his warm cheek, leaving behind traces of her lips on his skin.

“Mwah! I love you and only you! Ss-So! Lemme show you!”

Sans cannot ignore the throbbing pulsations of his SOUL in his chest as he listens to June settle his anxious thoughts with words of comfort and reassurance, his palm hesitantly sliding off of his face before he finally turns to gaze back up at his girlfriend, who easily looms over his entire form. His breath shakes in his exhale, cerulean eyes glossy under the moonlight, which glimpses into the privacy of their bedroom. Finally, he nods falteringly.

“mm-… m’kay…” he mumbles, jolting upon the sheets layering their bed when his shirt gradually peels off his warm skin.

His chest is tight, heart pounding against his ribcage. His blood swiftly rushes up to his head, inevitably muffling all noises except for the palpable thumping of his heart and SOUL. Sans’s throat stings as he nervously inhales and exhales, dryness overpowering his entire airway until he can do nothing but gulp repeatedly and hope he doesn’t lose his voice in the morning.

The shirt finally glides over the roundness of his face, trailing up and over his clean-shaven head before it is quickly tossed and neglected for the night. He curses under his breath, blood overwhelming his face, a distinct redness surfacing across his round cheeks and shoulders. Feeling utterly exposed beneath his evidently gluttonous partner, Sans squeezes his eyes shut and presses his lips into a thin line, ignorant to the way his entire being quakes.

June’s eyes are wide with keen interest once she’s removed the remaining layer of clothing that’s been bothering her, her fluffy white face dusted by a soft pink hue—nearly coordinating. She is greeted by the sight of her human partner entirely bare under her curvaceous figure, eyes sparkling down on his chubby body. June bends down to instantly show her amative infatuation with Sans’s body, her nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck, where she discovers his scent immediately swamps her receptors.

As if his smell alone triggers an impulse of greed within the bunny monster, June buries her face further into his neck, lips pursuing every inch of his hot skin by leaving behind countless kisses. She moans softly against his pliable flesh, lips smacking with each fervent kiss she stamps, roaming her hands over his pudgy torso. Her pink finger pads encounter numerous impressions around his lower stomach and around his hips, conquered with avid interest in these engravings. June lightly traces these marks affectionately, intrigued by their intricate paths—realizing now just how much she loves her stout human.

Sans’s heart flutters vigorously. Her earnest attention to his seemingly flawed flesh, repetitive kisses against his sensitive neck, and tender whispers of how fond she is of him all seem to overwhelm him. He gasps for breath when her lips latch onto his beating pulse, moaning under her as she lightly suckles on his supple skin.

“hha-! jj-… june… hmgn… fuck… mmhg…”

June responds to his quiet sounds with a satisfying hum, her hands traveling over every inch of his body; every bit of him that he has to offer never neglected or degraded.

“Love everything about you, baby,” June mutters against him, “Your smell… your nice warmth… your soft skin… your cute stretch marks… your chubby, little body… your cute, red face… just wanna kiss every inch of you…”

Sans swears he could probably cum all over again with how earnest and genuine June’s words are as she sweetly sighs them to him, his anxious gaze drowning in salty tears. His heart performs backflips in his chest, love rushing through him like never before. He suddenly finds himself regretting all those times he’s abstained himself from pleasure when June offered it in the past.

“snff-… i-… i love y’june…” Sans blubbers from underneath her, his hands reaching out desperately to embrace her shoulders.

June’s smile is soft as she looks down, laying her rubellite-pink eyes upon him and humming affectionately. She lowers herself using the strength in her arms and torso, locking lips with him once again and lifting a hand to cradle his teary face. Eagerly, she gulps down all the sweet sounds he has to offer her, smiling against his lips when the weight of his arms coils around her broad shoulders.

“Mmh…” she quietly moans against him, trailing her other hand down his body, eliciting shivers and goosebumps across his spongy flesh until she traces the semi-rigid shape of his leaking cock, curling her dexterous fingers around its flabby girth.

“mhgh-… ghmm…” Sans’s voice bobs in his throat, wavering into June’s welcoming mouth.

His body uncontrollably jerks, undeniably responsive to every attentive touch June gives him willingly—intentionally. He gasps for air as she drags her lips away, his tears now stained down his temples—miniscule droplets on his pillow the only evidence of his pleasure.

“Mmh, it’s okay, baby… I’ll take good care of you… let me make you feel good…” June’s voice swerves in the air like a sultry paintbrush against a blank canvas, painting unimaginable sceneries in the retreat of Sans’s mind.

She cannot restrain a subtle twitch of her smiling lips when she hears his breath hitch in his throat, her ears swivel at the disturbance in the air. Folding her sensitive ears forward, June smiles and lifts herself, withdrawing her furry hand from his now-erect cock. She catches his momentary look of bemusement and concern, but she quickly soothes his worries by pecking his palm and giggling.

“I’m not leaving, silly…” she assures him, “Just… getting out of these clothes…”

A wave of arousal rolls over Sans’s reclined body like a warm blanket, his cheeks somehow darkening. He gasps for breath when he feels his dick twitch unexpectedly, humiliated on his part for how eager he is. In another part of his mind, however, he is reminded that he should embrace his excitement and love for someone he’d give up his SOUL to, someone like June. He unconsciously chews on his lower lip as he watches June sit back on her knees, heart racing when her hands trek down her supple waist and reach the waistband of her shorts.

Her snowy-white hands hook their thumbs on the inside of her pajama shorts and panties (although she isn’t ordinarily required to wear them, she merely likes how they feel around her). As if meaning to tease Sans, June is slow with dragging her shorts off, the waistband practically clinging to her hips and thighs. Her fur is partially disturbed as the remaining article of clothing is tugged off, arousing tender shivers against her hidden layer of skin.

When her shorts are bunched up at the junction of her thighs and calves, she quickly maneuvers herself to a seated position, twisting her legs out from under her and lifting them in order to discard her clothes. As her long, elegant, and captivating legs hover to grant June’s shorts enough leeway, she also reveals a most fascinating discovery to her wide-eyed, flushed boyfriend.

Between the female monster’s legs is a slick, puffy, and titillating magenta-pink cunt, enveloped with glistening folds and clenching uncontrollably around nothing. Her thighs slowly part to grant Sans a better view of what he thought she didn’t—couldn’t—have. He curses repeatedly in his head for staring so long, but he can’t help it when his enthralling lover flaunts herself to him like this. He can’t stop the barrage of filthy thoughts that fill his head as he gawks at June’s dripping, pretty pink cunt, her clitoris a valuable pearl sitting right above her swollen vulva, between her labia.

Her arousal shines in the moonlight, practically gliding down her bare folds which sharply contrast the pure, innocent snowy-white fur of her body. Once again, the shaven human curses under his breath and gulps roughly.

June hardly pays any attention to where her clothes land, quickly fixated on her human lover, who seems utmost fascinated and aroused at the display she willingly offers him. She giggles softly, fingertips ghosting her lips.

“i-… i thought…” Sans chokes, “i thought you… didn’t-… i didn’t know… you… hha- had… one…”

June’s lips are stained with an amused smirk as she listens to Sans’s words shake with confusion, finding his bewilderment both adorable and entertaining. She giggles quietly, ears sagging forward and her hands trailing above her breasts, over her collarbone.

“Well, of course, sweetie…” she hums, “I do use magic… have you really never considered that? I can make my body look… however I want.”

er—

Sans blinks dumbly, his face quickly losing its color the longer he ruminates on the implications of her words. It is not long before the heat of his face returns tenfold, his palm slapping the side of his face in humiliation. For someone who works at a scientific research organization… he has an unfortunate number of imbecilic moments. He could only imagine what kind of insults Lune is grumbling inside June’s head as she sweetly smiles at him.

“…o-oh…” is all that Sans manages to muster out.

Another short stream of giggles dances in the bedroom, June’s hands trailing up his squishy body until her palms sit on either side of Sans’s head against the pillow. She is cautious with straddling his lap, seemingly mindful that she is evidently larger than the human pinned beneath her, fearing that her weight may be too much for him to handle.

June’s upper body bends above his torso, her puffy breasts sitting against his chest, swelling between their bodies and inevitably earning a stifled squeak from Sans. Her eyes are locked on to his face, studying every detail on him from the little, nearly indiscernible freckles around his cheekbones to his wide glassy eyes that gawk back at her in awe. She smiles tenderly at him, humming when his quivering hands finally cling to her waist, fingerprints grazing further beneath her layer of smooth fur.

Her arms slowly fold until she can finally rest the lengths of her forearms on Sans’s pillow, her dominating figure rubbing snugly against Sans while her hips press back. It is only now that she provocatively grazes her pink pussy against Sans’s rigid cock, smearing and slathering her juices over his length.

! ! !

“hNG-! awh, fffuck-!” Sans throws his head back, easily stimulated by the gummy folds sweeping against his throbbing tip. Nerves fire in his fingertips when his hands uncontrollably grope June’s wide hips, his limbs trembling feverishly. “mmgh-… june… fffuh-… feels… sso good…”

“Yeah?” June laughs softly, her tone dropping several octaves, evolving into a tantalizing inflection of her voice. Her hips continue to rock up and down, pressing Sans’s cock between her folds—drenched in viscid arousal—coating his length. “This feels good, sweetie? You like this…? My pretty, pink pussy rubbing up against your sensitive cock?”

“hngh-! i- hah- i love it! mmgh-! june, i love it!” Sans gasps, “please… ngh… don’t-…don’t stop!”

Her throat trills with a delighted hum, fondly observing her whining human sob and moan under her voluptuous form, savoring the shine of his cheeks in the moonlight and his gaping, panting lips embellished with threads of saliva. June’s ears hang over Sans’s head, capturing every meager sound slipping past his lips, confining all his sweet, lustful sounds within the crevices of her throbbing SOUL.

June’s hips slow when she finally drags her cunt up to the arc of his pulsing head, her rubellite-pink eyes studying the twitch of Sans’s widening eyes, listening to his gulp of air hitch in his throat. June slowly curls her digits into the squishy fabric of Sans’s pillow, her triangular nose enthusiastically twitching. Her eyes dilate as she fixates on his disheveled expression, her devious smirk fading to a neutral state, intently scrutinizing him as if the human will disappear within the blink of an eye.

“I want you inside me, Sans,” she says frankly, hardly leaving room for any innuendo. “Do you wanna cum in me?” June murmurs as she leans closer than ever, ghosting her lips against his quivering ones.

His hands tighten their grip on her hips, stirring her unblemished snowy-white fur, a surge of desire coursing through his nerves like the highest form of drug. Sans whimpers against June’s taunting lips, his squishy form shaking in an undeniable display of his need for her.

“hgn! fuck! please, june, oh, please-! i- hha- i wan-… i wanna cum inside you so bad! oh, please, please, please… hhgn… i-i’ll do anything-!”

“Hmm… I know you will, baby… it’s okay,” June’s voice coos, “Let me take care of my good, little human…”

The next thing Sans knows, June’s warm body peels from his and sits tall above his lap, an indescribable fog of distress smothering his SOUL now that there is a space between him and the rabbit monster. He quietly whines, wanting nothing more than for her to return to him and cradle his vulnerable body, craving the sense of protection only she could give him. Sans’s throat is quick to strangle any sound of dismay when a slick and tight warmth swallows his pulsating tip, stretching to accommodate his girth.

A stiffness overcomes his limbs, accompanied by a powerful sensation of pleasure when his teary eyes land on June, who has her soft hands pinned on his spongy thighs, keeping her front exposed under the moonlight’s silvery illumination. He is deemed utterly breathless by the sight of his loving girlfriend gradually seating herself on his glistening shaft, watching with wide, enthralled cerulean eyes as her magenta-pink, slick, swollen folds stretch around the thickness of his cock.

He can’t help but drool at the mass of arousal dribbling down the length of his rigid dick, keeping his flesh coated in a lubricant that aids June in languidly sliding further down his shaft. Sans heaves for air at the sight of June’s vividly pink pussy swallowing his dick in avaricious manner, a groan shamelessly reverberating within his vocal cords when her gummy insides compulsively clench around him.

“agh-! fuckkk! june! ohhh, ffuck… y’-… y’feel… mgh- so good… hhah- y’feel so good ‘round me…” he moans under her weight, hands trembling on her hips.

June’s ears stand tall on the curve of her head, flinching and jolting with each pleasure point Sans’s cock hits the further it slides inside her. A collection of fond sighs and surprised squeals fleeing her parted lips, flimsy strands of drool linking between her upper and lower set of teeth, vibrant pink tongue slipping out.

“HHa-! Mmgh…” June moans, her hips jolting when she finally seats herself against his pelvis, gasping excitedly when his throbbing tip prods at what she assumes to be her g-spot (she did have to spend quite a few hours researching the anatomy of a human female’s genitalia in order to shape one of her own). June instinctively palms her flushed, fuzzy cheeks, panting excitedly, “Mmh… you feel so… hh-… so nice inside me, Sans. Ngh-! Mm… my sweet… little human…”

Gripping on her fluffy skin, Sans throws his head back with a moan heavy on his lips, finding his mind is quickly deprived of any lucid thought. He can’t focus on anything except the pleasant aroma inhabiting the room along with the squishy tightness wrapping around his twitching cock, dots of salty sweat rolling down his features—twisted with wanton desire and uncontrollable pleasure. Sans’s heart pounds in his chest, echoing in the depths of his ears, blood coursing through his pudgy body, intensifying the pulse in his neck and his engulfed dick.

fuck fuck fuck fuck…

feels- feels so good…

shit… i love ‘er so much… 

oh, my god, this is too much…

i-… i’m gonna fucking cum again. christ…

Sans’s doughy body quivers on the bed sheets, his pale ivory skin coated by a sheen layer of sweat that glistens in the moonlight. He weakly tilts his head down, an eyelid squinting shut while the other struggles to focus on June’s pristine white figure.

Panting, Sans manages to groan out, “jj-… june… ‘m-… ‘m gonna… hahh cc-cum again… if y’start… mm-movin’…”

June’s curious eyes widen with a discernible twinkle, pleased to learn just how undone she makes her boyfriend feel merely by penetrating her. She hums in recognition, mischief sparkling in her scrutiny.

“Oh?” She almost instantly begins to roll her hips, evoking a sharp hiss from the human. “You’re going to cum again? Mmh… do it, Sans…”

“hh-huh-…?”

June peels her hands from the flesh of his thighs and somewhat firmly grabs his shoulders, her radiant eyes piercing through the darkness to stare him down. She notices a wince overtakes him for an instant as she bores her gaze into him, finding his alarm for her intense desire arousing.

“Cum in me, Sans. I want to feel everything. Don’t hold anything back,” she orders him, ears twisted to face him like a second pair of fierce eyes. “I’ll make you feel good… I’ll make you feel so good… you’ll love everything about it… about yourself… I’ll love you so good… so well…”

As she rants about her intentions, Sans finds himself all choked up with her hips merely rolling around his pelvis, her insides squeezing his rockhard cock—stimulating the sensitive veins hiding under his flesh. He gulps and gasps, practically suffocating in this thick, rich, and filthy atmosphere June seems to radiate the longer she stares at him, observing every twitch of his facial features and admiring his trembling body as it lays beneath her.

The instant her finger pads brush up against his quickened pulse, Sans grits his teeth and throws his head back, every muscle in his body tensing up; his hold on her hips clenching as a strangled moan shakes his vocal cords, rumbling in his chest, tears spawning from the corners of his squinted eyes.

“hck-! nghh-! ffu-ckkk-! hAH-!” The human moans as cum shoots deep inside June’s gooey walls, the rim of her cunt squeezing uncontrollably around the base of his shaft.

June gasps as pressure builds within the lower half of her torso, finding this sensation peculiar yet exhilarating. She moans quietly alongside her weakened human, who parts his lips and gulps heaps of air as he releases a load inside her. The rabbit monster, enthralled by her human’s sensitivity, hums softly and continues to grind her hips against his pelvis, earning bits of stimulation against her tender clitoris. 

Restraining a squeal of surprise, June directs her attention down her curvaceous torso, curious by how sensitive the little pearl of nerves seems to be. Each time she burrows her hips further down, she feels powerful waves of tingles surge up her body, clasping the juncture of Sans’s neck and shoulders with shaking palms.

She is quick to shift her focus to every sound he has to give her, every twitch he cannot control as she allows his orgasm to roll over his body. Moaning softly, June leans over his torso, gently maneuvering his head to nuzzle her tremulous nose against his, planting a tender, saccharine sweet kiss to his lips.

“Mhm… so good for me… such a good, little human… you’re doing so well, baby…” she soothingly mumbles against him, her eyelids hooded in her examination of his state. Spying no signs of extreme discomfort or uneasiness, June smiles softly and sits back up, savoring Sans’s stifled gasps and broken whimpers. “It’s alright, sweetie. I’ll take good care of you. You’re making me so proud… hmf… filling me up so good…”

Her words, as sweet as their quality seem, are saturated with libidinous feelings, drawing out a breathless whine from Sans, who furrows his brows and squeezes his eyes shut. He can barely focus on his surroundings, overwhelmed by the smell of June’s pheromones and the sensation of her cunt milking everything out of him. Sobbing softly, he peels his eyelids open, greeted by the sight of June staring right back with a heartfelt fondness in her eyes.

“I’m going to move now… is that okay, sweetie?” she inquires, gently palming his cheek to cradle his heated face.

Not trusting his voice, Sans strains himself to nod almost savagely, his clammy hands sliding up and down June’s ample hips, toying with the flab sitting around her lower waist. He licks his lips frantically, gawking up at his statuesque lover with pleading eyes.

“Alright, I’ll move,” June lovingly replies, swiping away at a thread of tears staining Sans’s round cheek.

Her lower abdomen flexes alongside the insides of her thick thighs, granting June enough strength to drag her weight upward, pussy inevitably inching up his length—silken by her juices and his leaking cum. June whines softly, her cunt clamping around Sans’s dick until she reaches his overly sensitive tip, dribbles of semen oozing from her quivering hole, coursing down his length, leaving behind thin layers of gloss on his flesh.

It seems the gluttonous rabbit monster can’t restrain her excitement, because another powerful wave of pleasure rolls over Sans’s body, his stiff member engulfed by June’s slippery heat—his cockhead prodding at every pleasure point.

Moaning on her way down, June clamps around his cock and glances down, spotting a clear pool of their fused arousal and cum, a compelling influx of intense desire and greed filling her rapidly beating SOUL. A sharp inhale of air fills her incomprehensible pair of lungs, nose twitching enthusiastically above her parted lips.

Feels good, feels good, feels good, feels so so good!

June’s thighs flex as she begins to set an even pace on her bouncing, invoking an orchestra of gasps and exhilarated moans from Sans’s parted lips, her cunt throbbing around his length. She palms her fluffy cheek with a wide-eyed look, entirely fascinated by the barrage of sensation riddling over her physical body and her SOUL, which convulses ardently within the confines of her vessel. Moaning, June forces her hips to roll down, her swollen heat swallowing Sans’s cock shamelessly.

She throws her glance down to the human pinned beneath her, chewing on her lower lip at the sight of his undoing. His head is thrown back, tears evidently shimmering on the plumpness of his cheeks, his mouth gaping with gossamer strands of drool slipping out, entirely engulfed in his rapture. She can feel how tight his grip becomes on her hips, convinced this could surely bruise any ordinary human, but she feels no fear, knowing he would never do anything to hurt her. In fact, she merely finds his rough handling further enticing.

June hums pleasantly, rocking her hips up and down at a sickeningly even pace, practically driving her human mad. She leans her weight forward, pressing her palms directly onto Sans’s trembling shoulders, her pink finger pads sinking into his soft skin. A heavy moan rolls off of June’s lips as her hips continue to drive down, sinking her viscid cunt onto the human’s slick shaft, her insides stroked by his length repeatedly.

The tips of her tongue peek out from between her lips, hunger flashing in the rabbit monster’s eyes, perforating the dimness of their room, sending shivers throughout Sans’s body. He groans, weakly tilting his head lower to observe June’s eyes widen with fascination and pleasure, her tense abdomen and thighs quivering faintly. In the midst of his admiration of her physique, Sans’s throat is choked up when his cock is stroked at a quicker pace, inciting a flame of intense arousal in his chest.

Sweat builds across his forehead, tears springing in the corners of his eyes as the pleasure rises, lips parting to release a symphony of whines and needy gasps. He sees June’s eyes squint above him, her tongue retreating to the comfort of her mouth before her teeth dig into her bottom lip, a soft rosy hue building across her snowy-white features.

“Hng-! Ahh… Ssans… my good, little human… hgn… pleasing me so nicely… hha… filling me up… doing so-… mmh- so well for me…” June moans, her eyes gradually rising to the headboard of their bed before they rise further up, tempted to roll to the back of her head each time her g-spot is prodded at. “Mmh… I don’t want anyone else to be under me… hahh… only you, sweetie… mmgh…”

Sans’s hands shake in their grasp, chest pounded by his increasing heartbeat, his lungs at a constant loss of air before they are overwhelmed by heavy gasps of it. He glances down with teary cerulean eyes, listening to the softs plaps of their bodies meeting. A squeeze disturbs his chest as he scrutinizes the obscene view of June’s glistening pussy, swallowing his firm length over and over, a shameful red heat gnawing at his face.

The human’s glossy eyes cannot seem to tear away from the cunt thrusting down on his dick, but when he notices a soft whimper roll off his girlfriend’s parted lips, he can’t help but sharply inhale. He gulps breathlessly, mainly focusing on not cumming again when June hasn’t even experienced one. To aid his curvaceous girlfriend, he weakly coasts his hand from her jolting hip to the juncture of her legs, his thumbprint nimble in tenderly nudging June’s clitoral hood (he momentarily finds the precision and accuracy of her magic utterly fascinating, though clearly he has no time to uncover what else she is capable of).

June gulps breaths of air, her immaculate snowy-white fur ruffled by Sans’s gliding palm. A flash of bemusement crosses June’s features until she uncontrollably winces and clamps around Sans’s thick girth, hot bursts of pleasure surging up her body directly from between her legs—above the slick opening of her cunt.

“HHA-! Ahh-!”

Sans grits his teeth, straining himself to keep his concentration when the wet, mushy heat around his cock clenches abruptly. He groans loudly, rubbing circles against June’s slick pearl of nerves, hips jolting up to meet with June’s. Listening to her whines rise to a higher octave invokes a rich sense of pride within Sans, confident to know only someone like him could wrench out sounds of raw bliss from the white rabbit.

“Hha-! Ah… ahh-! Ss-Sans-! I-… hngg-! I think… mmgh- I think I’m going to—”

“awh, fucckk-! cum, baby, oh please… mmgh… cc-cum for me! mmhg…”

Throwing her head back, June’s voice climbs the ladder of her vocal cords and erupts in a sharp, prolonged wail, her thrusts evidently slowing. She quivers uncontrollably, the rim of her pussy squeezing the base of Sans’s cock, juices seeping from her velutinous folds, dribbling out crystalline alongside meager globs of milky-white cum. Cumming around Sans’s engulfed cock, June pants heavily, still thrusting her hips albeit slowly, her pussy lips throbbing and her ears now lying flat against her back—deemed too weak to stand proud.

“Mghh… hha… ahhh…” she huffs, evidently short-winded. She stares down at Sans through a film of salty tears, her eyebrows creased above her nose. “Hmm… a-are you going… hhf-… t-to cum in me, baby? Oh, please,” June whines, “Hhah-! Cum in me again. Ahh… be-… mgh-! Be a… good, little human… mmh… hah- make- make me proud, sweetie… cum for me…”

“hhn-! ffuck, june! hah! yer-… yer so… mmh- yer too good for me… hhah! oh, fuck… hnn… ‘m-… ‘m gunna… cc-cum again… ngh-! a-AH-!”

Seizing under the weight of June’s body, Sans sharply gasps and groans out into the hot atmosphere of their room, his head burrowing into the softness of his pillow. Tears spring in the corners of his eyes, rolling down his reddened cheeks and plopping into the pristine fabric of Sans’s pillow, leaving behind small, circular stains. His heart races inside his ribcage, pounding like a drum, blood rushing in his veins progressively—burning through the color of his pale ivory cheeks.

Releasing his load into June’s gushy womb, Sans vigorously trembles, an acute weakness taking over his body—rendering him utterly breathless and limp. He keeps his lips parted, gulping in heaps of air, throat running dry and scraping against his vocal cords. Groaning weakly, Sans gradually tilts his head lower, tiredly blinking his tears away.

June bites her lower lip, squeezing almost every ounce of hot, milky-white cum Sans has to offer, waves of pleasure running through her lower torso, tingles stroking her silky insides. She moans softly, lightly rolling her hips in a means of stroking both of their orgasms out until they’re fully satisfied.

“Mmh… so good… you did so well for me…” hums the snowy-white rabbit, lids hanging low.

“hhn…” Sans weakly moans. “…did… didja know ‘m… a… was… a virgin…?” He mumbles, his voice bleary, rumbling in his chest. “fforgot… ta mention that, i guess…”

June softly giggles, “I didn’t… but I was one, too! So, I guess that makes us even!”

Sans sighs with relief, gazing up at his discernibly elated lover who slowly bends forward, resting a slim portion of her weight against his doughy frame. He winces slightly, finding his cock is still sensitive while wrapped around her sopping heat.

“Mm…” moans June as she situates the lengths of her arms on either side of Sans’s clean-shaven head, stroking his hot, sweaty skin with the beans of her fingers. She hums in a pleasant tone, pressing her lips delicately against Sans’s.

Sans instinctively reciprocates June’s kiss, coiling his trembling arms around the back of her waist, knowing his limbs are way too exerted to do just about anything else. He kisses her back weakly, letting her gulp down his quiet moans, his brows unconsciously furrowing at the minute sensations blanketing his cock. Slickness glides down his length though nothing is done to cease the drip, leaving behind a shimmering mess over the human’s pelvis whilst soaking into the fur of June’s thighs.

“hff-… that was… hh… nice…” Sans breathes out as they separate, squinting at June’s… oddly mischievous expression.

A single pat hits his pelvis, stirring a rush of both alarm and confusion.

Soon, June’s hips begin to rise and fall, an abundance of bodily fluids leaking from her squelching cunt. Sans’s cerulean eyes widen, bombarded with another slew of pleasure, groaning from his hypersensitivity now that his cock is stirred back to its rockhard state (which he can’t seem to fathom).

hh-huh-?

June’s rubellite eyes now sparkle with intense fascination and keen attraction, her desire now burning like a wildfire within the pits of her pounding SOUL. Her lashes flutter tenderly, tickling her fluffy yet vaguely rosy cheeks, lips gradually parting. June’s throat trills with a gentle, amused chuckle, her arms gingerly coiling around the silhouette of Sans’s head. She is intently focused on the collection of overstimulated whines and open-mouthed gasps escaping Sans’s quivering lips, observing the human fall completely apart under her curvaceous form. Milky-white cum seeps from June’s slick cunt, lining the brim of her lips as she thrusts her hips further down, squeezing more tearful moans from her pudgy human.

It is with a sultry, utterly devilish tone that June murmurs,

“You’ve heard of the phrase… ‘make like bunnies’, haven’t you~?”

𝐅𝐈𝐍. (3/3)

[hopelessromance21]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 pt. 2/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (adj.) inclined toward or displaying love

CONTENT WARNINGS: SMUT · FLUFF · CONSENSUAL · MONSTERFUCKER · INSECURITIES · BODY WORSHIP · PRAISE · BLOWJOB · PORN WITH PLOT

Word count: 6433 words

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Alllrighty, now that I've posted part one and wanted to shrivel up like a raisin, I guess I'll just post part two. Uh, again, credits for human!Sans goes to @htsan because their design is superior and I approve 100%. That being said...

More horny. Enjoy the read. Cha cha <3

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“I think we still have a problem to solve…”

The ring of seduction is apparent in her voice and it brings an overwhelming numbness to Sans’s knees, luring whispered curses from between his swollen lips. When he inevitably looks into her eyes, he sees everything. He sees himself in those enticing rubellite eyes, and somehow he feels… proud to see himself. Maybe it’s because he is a bare witness to the captivation swirling in June’s attentive gaze, a silent memo of her true feelings in this moment.

His cheeks submit to June’s gentle caresses, tingles roaming his skin each time the pink buds of her fingers sweep by. He leans closer to earn more of her touch, a crooked smile parting across his lips.

June smiles back, her lengthy ears curled forward in obvious display of her keen interest. She studies every jolt and crease across his face, seeking every minute reaction as if they reward her efforts—they do, in a way. A hum vibrates her throat, snagging Sans’s attention.

“You are just the cutest…” she murmurs, leaning her torso forward so that her lips may paint transparent kisses against his smooth skin.

A quiet hum of approval tickles Sans’s skin, her nose repeatedly pecking his forehead as she migrates across his face. June sharply inhales, refusing to part from his skin, almost as if the subtle salty taste he leaves against her tongue is addicting. An indescribable instinct pours over June, driving her tongue past the barrier of her lips and against Sans’s bare skin. She gives him numerous yet pithy licks over his forehead, followed by eager kisses which prove to send butterflies around Sans’s SOUL.

Sans has half a mind to burst out in short laughs, finding her terse licks ticklish almost. Although anyone would view the display peculiar, Sans is grateful he’s managed to pick a book up on rabbit behavior. Based on what research he’s done, June strives to demonstrate the highest level of affection a rabbit could possibly give, filling him with pride. His heart beats heavily, echoing within the drums of his ears.

His hands are unsure where to sit at first, but soon find refuge in the curve of June’s waist, coasting his prints up and down until they reach the pudge by her hips.

“Mmh-…” June moans against his heated flesh, lips smacking gently only for her furry cheek to rub against the top of his smooth, shaven head. “I love you so so much,” she sighs, “Just wanna keep you safe. Keep you all to myself… Wanna make you feel good, baby…”

Sans’s breath falls short, unaccustomed to such blatant display of affection—real affection. Affection derived from a desire with no deception involved. It stirs an innate warmth in his chest, drawing out a quiet groan of approval.

“Mm-… i love y’too, juney…” he mumbles back, tilting his head back to press a lingering kiss to her cheek.

A delightful giggle leaves June as she pulls away slowly, her hands maneuvering his head in a way to permit eye contact between them. She lovingly gazes down at him, admiring how saccharine his wistful eyes have become. She can’t help but peck his round nose again.

“Mwah- do you want me to make you feel good, my sweet human?” She croons, staring past her wispy lashes and directly at Sans’s face. Another soft giggle tickles her lips in the midst of her observation, delighting in his mystified expression—the way his lips remain parted and his brows relax above his lids elicits a pride that blooms throughout her chest.

Sans’s lower lip quivers, fluttering his lids shut and responding with a calm yet longing nod.

“god, yes,” he breathes out, “i want all of you, baby.”

This time it’s June’s turn to jolt with evident fluster conquering her face. Her ears jump straight up, rubellite eyes widening before they soften and twinkle with adoration. She smiles, pulling her torso close until her body is intimately pressed against his. Although she lacks a beating heart, June can easily feel his pumping vehemently, a sign he’s just as excited as her.

“I wanna help you… will you let me?” Asking in her naturally sweet voice, June cradles Sans’s face, the beans etched on the prints of her fingers tenderly stretching his squishy skin. She stares at him with keen fascination, enamored by humans and their anatomy.

Sans releases an airy laugh, succumbing to his bunny girlfriend’s probing and squeezing. It is only fair she does the same as he’s so often explored almost every inch of her body.

“yy-yeah… go-… go ‘head,” he mutters, though his words are quickly shrouded by his lips squishing together.

June quietly squeals, her nose twitching uncontrollably.

“Ahh! You’re just so adorable! Mwah mwah mmmwah-!”

Driven with what can only be described as an aggressive form of love, June plasters numerous kisses across Sans’s face—his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his forehead, his eyelids, and then his lips. She cannot seem to control the way her lanky legs eagerly rock up and down against the edge of the cushion, filling the spacious living room with quiet thumps.

Suddenly, Sans finds himself gawking at June. A tension courses through his pudgy form as soon as he identifies a rich engrossment in her eyes, robbed of his breath and composure. He cannot notice how his hands tremble against June’s waist, desperate to seek more of her furry skin. Heat travels throughout his small body, practically suffocating him up until June peels herself from his vulnerable lap.

“mm—”

“Shhh,” June hushes, “I just wanna take care of you, my sweet little human…”

Sans flushes red. He is blessed by the sight of June in all her glory—stood at her full, domineering height, hands glued to her wide hips (with which her pajama shorts greedily cling to), and possessing an air of intrepid authority that sends tingles straight to his groin. Bound to his cushiony seat, Sans is forced to merely gawk up at his snowy-furred girlfriend who returns his look of awe with a knowing grin.

“Mmh,” June moans above him, her thighs flexing as she bends down to her knees, her fur tickled by their pristine carpet. She is unable to refrain herself from plastering her hands onto Sans’s knees only to drag her pink pads up across his smooth, peachy skin, tickling his thighs. As soon as her digits snag on the material of his matching pajama shorts, June’s hooded eyes fly up to Sans’s rosy face. “You are just the cutest little thing… you rile me up so much sometimes, it makes me wanna jump on you…”

Her voice immediately sends Sans into a fit of uncontrollable trembles, unable to maintain solid eye contact. His breathing shakes and his face feels unbearably hot, humiliation burning inside his blood. He didn’t expect to be rendered speechless in a mere matter of seconds, but what else could he say when his gorgeous bunny girlfriend utters such sweet words in that sultry tone?

oh, shit.

Sans pales as realization dawns on him.

i’m so fucking hard for her.

Giggles rise out of June’s throat, resonating within the familiar space of their open-floor apartment, revealing June situated between the human’s legs. Her lengthy ears twist forward, snaring each and every subdued sound writhing out of Sans’s lips to hold on to as a keepsake. June’s hands glide over his exposed skin, pressing her vibrant pads against wavering bands ingrained on his legs—his stretch marks.

For a moment, Sans holds his breath. He expects June to cease her doting actions, to pull her hands away from him in uncertainty and mumble that she is no longer interested in going further than this tonight. His assumption is usurped, however, by a surge of pleasant surprise when June merely stretches her palms over his flesh.

June’s fingers grope his legs softly, enamored by how squishy her stout human is. She could never get tired of this, of feeling up every inch of his body regardless of whatever insecurity disturbs him. She loves every part of him, and she’ll be damned if she can't help him love himself, too.

“So soft,” she hums, bending her head down to kiss his thigh. Her ears fold back, draping across her upper back and granting her enough room to discover stretches of skin she so eagerly craves. “Hmm… you smell so… nice… so delicious…”

Sans winces. He hasn’t showered in a hot minute. Did she say delicious?

“er- ehm… hha- june, you—”

Refusing to spare any second in her doting, June hangs her jaw, sensually dragging her vividly pink tongue against the side of his knee up to the inside of his thigh.

“hg—”

Jolting in his seat, Sans gasps for breath, palming his mouth with a clammy hand while his other hand searches blindly for June’s. As soon as it brushes against hers on his thigh, he clasps it tightly, trembling under her hot mouth. Feeling her slippery tongue glide against his marks entices low, almost timid groans from his vocal cords, heat blooming across his sweaty cheeks.

Moans of delight ring from June’s gaping mouth, swallowed as soon as she tears her tongue away, gossamer threads of her saliva connecting her lips to his flushed skin. June pants quietly as she wipes her lower lip, palming her fluffy cheek with a look of enthusiasm painted across her face.

“Hha- I could lick you all over,” she giggles, “Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

Shamelessly, Sans nods quickly, squinting down at June through a screen of tears.

She hums in approval, stretching her fingers to clasp his visibly smaller one. Gently, she leads his palm to her glistening lips, planting yet another kiss.

“Mm… I wanna hear your voice. Don’t be shy…”

As though he’s been caught red-handed, Sans flinches, tranquil cerulean eyes widening down at June’s face, morphed to shamelessly flaunt her desire—a desire held only for him. Nervously, his hand twitches away from his shuddering lips, gasping for breath.

“There we are…” June’s silky voice croons, evoking a rush of arousal through her human yet again. “Such a good job… my little human knows how to make me proud, hmm?”

oh, my god, i’m going to lose my shit for her.

Shortly, a whimper cracks through Sans’s throat, filling him with shame. He squeezes June’s hand instinctively, distinctly aware of how hard his SOUL pulsates inside his chest.

“I want… a little more… Are you okay with that, baby? Do you want to stop here?” The bunny inquires with a short tilt of her head, rubellite eyes twinkling up at him.

He is rendered both speechless and breathless by the scene before him. Their living room is eclipsed by a saccharine caramel illumination, shadows stretching out across their walls and floors, it almost looks like a painting from the museum not so far from their apartment. June is placed directly between his legs, her snowy fur stroked by a brush of orange and purple, her deeply fascinated eyes staring attentively up at him. One of her hands continues clasping his while the other one coasts up his leg, reaching the hem of his shorts and toying with the loose fabric in aimless habit.

He can’t believe he’s here.

“god, juney, please,” he hears himself beg, his baritone voice somehow coming out strained and fragile. “fuck… i want you… ss-so bad…”

A smile cracks across June’s lips, her lashes fluttering against her fluffy cheeks.

“Silly, little human…” she murmurs, “you already have me.”

god, i already have her…

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you feel so good… just trust me,” the snow-white bunny assures him, slipping her hand from his shaky grasp.

Both hands snake up his legs, her touch compelling shudders and goosebumps. Although she ruffles his shorts, June’s hands carry on in their journey to reach his waist, coiling her lengthy digits around the elastic band almost eagerly. Her eyes—naturally wide with an eager desire to learn everything about the people and the world around her—pull away from Sans’s flustered expression (as much as she loves watching his features contort and twist with timid pleasure), latching on to his waist and crotch.

As she teases this boundary, June remains entirely oblivious to the way her pretty pink nose twitches attentively, overcome by pure excitement and a desire to satisfy her shaven lover.

Sans can feel his heart hammer against his ribcage, making it increasingly difficult for him to breathe seamlessly. It takes everything in him to not squirm before June’s prying hands, finding that a repressed doubt lingers and simmers at the back of his mind. With June tenderly ushering his hips up, Sans has no room for resistance and obediently raises himself to be stripped of his shorts, left behind in his white tee and ridiculous boxers, revealing a pattern of koalas and leaves.

In his defense, they were the cleanest pair he could find this morning.

“You are adorable,” June laughs softly, nonchalantly tossing his shorts far from the scene.

“hh-heh… i guess it’s, erm-… mm-my best… koalaty…”

puns? right now? just before i get fucked out of my mind?

“…” Her stare is unmoving, facial features entirely lax.

Dread immediately tickles his spine in a downward spiral. He wants the couch cushions to swallow him whole, humiliated for thinking something that stupid would—

“Pfft—”

mmh—?

June palms her lips as she bursts into a short fit of giggles, her snowy cheeks dusted by a subtle rose hue. Her ears stand straight, twisted outward in a display of her relaxed demeanor.

“You never fail to make me laugh, hm? I love that about you, you know?”

“erm…”

Her thighs flex, utilizing her strength to lift herself up in order to plaster soft kisses to his parted lips, ears gradually twirling away only to rest flat against her back. Shivers tickle her beneath her trimmed fur as Sans glides both hands over her shoulders, desperate to draw her close to him. Any low hums or groans Sans is incapable of stowing away is eagerly gulped by the bunny, who pins her palms on his hips.

Their lips smack quietly as they part, Sans’s breath ghosting over her lips and tickling her sensitive nose. June bends closer, nuzzling the print of her nose against Sans’s adorably round one, abandoning dabs of moisture over his smooth skin. He is incapable of suppressing his airy laughs, lids fluttering closed as June spoils him with more gentle kisses.

As soon as Sans observes this moment as the softest, most intimate moment he’s had with June, he is flabbergasted when his pudgy chin is automatically seized in her dexterous hand. Before he can make a sound, Sans is instantly silenced by a deep, passionate kiss, lips embraced by her delicate ones. Warmth blooms across his face, the rosiness of his skin increasing beneath the caramel lighting of their shared living room. Slowly, his eyelids hang until they’re entirely closed, succumbing to his girlfriend’s zealous love and fondness, a vague essence of herbs and salads tingling his taste buds—must have been that dinner full of greens June had earlier.

His hands—outrageously small compared to June’s dominant ones—glissade over her snowy-white fur, stirring her pristine hairs individually, disheveling her trimmed appearance little by little until he palms the sides of her neck, thumbprints habitually coursing against her jawline. A low groan convulses Sans’s chest, subconsciously furrowing his brows as he focuses on the sensation of June’s lips pressing close to his. He stiffens in his seat when June’s lips part against his, forcing him to gradually part his as well.

Briefly, he peeks an eye open, tempted to question her intentions until a slimy pressure worms its way into his mouth, increasing the beats of his heart in a matter of seconds. Sans can barely manage a gasp when his tongue is put up against an undeniably large, long appendage, drool pooling inside his hanging jaw, threatening to spill out from the corners of his shuddering lips. His hands subconsciously fix their grip onto June’s broad shoulders, quietly gagging on what he determines is June’s tongue, which incessantly wriggles inside his gaping mouth like a prying snake.

Moans are lulled from Sans’s cords, enthusiastically swallowed down by the white rabbit who bends closer, pinning one of her hands onto the cushion behind Sans. As if returning Sans’s aroused cry, June softly groans against his glistening lips, her pink and white ears flopping against her back, twitching uncontrollably with each moan she’s rewarded with. June greedily runs her tongue in the cavern of Sans’s mouth, gulping every ounce of his humid, viscous saliva, finding his taste irresistible no matter if he tries denying his worth.

“mghm-… hgnn-… ghgck-…”

June cannot resist releasing a slew of amused giggles at the gargled sounds of her human lover struggling to catch up with her passionate tongue kiss. Despite her newfound entertainment, June can tell Sans is bordering his limit on air, sensing the way his sweaty hands clasp her shoulders tightly and shake with nerves. As reluctant as she is from parting their lips, June decides to free Sans of his lewd and carnal torture, dragging her tongue out from his yawning mouth, engulfed with a heavy mixture of both his and her drool.

As she tears her lips away, June exposes her vibrant pink appendage hanging between her lips; it dribbles and shimmers in a new coat of slobber, the mere sight of it alone eliciting a hot rush of arousal through Sans’s pudgy body. She attentively gazes down at Sans, her rubellite eyes cleaved in half by her hanging lids. Her fur stands straight as she listens to her human gasp for air, lines of spittle dribbling out of his parted lips, further aroused by the sight of his flushed, round cheeks and watery eyes.

So cute…

All mine… all mine… he’s all mine…

Sans shakes in his efforts at regaining his composure, gulping down whatever warm puddle of fluids remains in his mouth, struck with a brush of humiliation at his own lewd actions. For a moment, his vision is veiled by a layer of tears, stinging his cerulean eyes relentlessly. Rapidly, he blinks his tears away, unfolding the scene before him.

His breath is stolen from his lungs when he finally studies what was once shoved down his throat. An elongated appendage hangs from June’s lips—tinted in a resplendent pink with thin, jagged stripes running around it (reminding him of a melted candy cane almost). Her tongue shines under the lantern’s xanthous luster, showing thick beads of her and his saliva coursing down until they gather at the tips. Sans is in awe as he examines her design, noticing the tip of her tongue parts in two short ends, almost like a snake only her tongue is irrefutably thicker.

He flinches when June curls her tongue, exposing its underside. Immediately, his cheeks turn dark red. Under her tongue are scores of small, rounded bumps, reminding Sans of those peculiar foot massager mats. He can only imagine what those bumps on her tongue would feel like against his—

! ! !

The human’s shoulders jump immediately, not realizing just how quick he is to become a victim to such dirty imagery. He thought he was better than most human men, but that’s clearly not the case.

“wh-… where… ha-have you been hidin’ that?” He asks, visibly breathless.

Viewing Sans’s query as the strangest compilation of words she’s heard tonight, June tilts her head, practically slurping up her flaccid muscle back into her mouth.

“…” June blinks. “In my mouth?”

hhh—

Sans blinks dumbly, rubbing his flushed cheek while averting his gaze.

“o-oh… guess… you got a mouthful…”

…again? are you serious?

“Pfff-” June laughs again, allowing Sans to drop his shoulders. “Oh… you silly, little human…” she purrs, leaning close once again to where Sans is flooded with her powerful scent.

she smells like… strawberry ‘n… vanilla syrup…

is that green tea?

“my god, y’smell so good…” he unknowingly mumbles, eyes widening from the collection of amused giggles ringing in their living room. “shit, that… ss-sounded weird, didn’t it?”

“No, it didn’t,” she assures him, pecking his fervid cheek. “It means you can smell my pheromones… means you’re… heheh…” In her subtle yet alluring style, June wags her wide hips side to side, biting her lower lip expectantly. “Making me… all hot and bothered…”

Within the flicker of the lantern, Sans’s podgy form is permeated by countless tingles, eyes widening at a startling realization. Every time he’s been hit by a wave of crisp, flavorful aroma in the comforting privacy of their home—an aroma that could only belong to June—, he’s been sitting around his very much aroused girlfriend—aroused for him. The notion alone seems to relieve all worries he’s shouldered since nearly the start of their relationship. How freeing it feels is immaculate.

“And you smell absolutely delicious…”

Before he can find his voice, Sans gasps when June’s hands slither up his legs once again, digits now clinging onto the thin, cheap fabric of his boxers. He doesn’t seem to notice how hard he’s shaking on the cushions, too focused on how close she is between his short legs.

“juh-… june… yy-you sure y’want… to do this?” He finally musters, his throat squeezing itself out of pure anxiety. “you don’t… er-erm… gotta if you don’t… wanna…”

“Hmm,” June hums, “No. I’ve made up my mind. I wanna show you how much I love you. Ssstarting with this.”

Refusing to spare even a second, June buries her nimble digits past his elastic band, her eyes (although naturally wide) growing as a manifestation of her ever-expanding enthusiasm. She catches the hitch in Sans’s throat, her lanky ears twitching subtly, and for a terse moment, she considers Sans’s discomfort. Her hands, although already peeling the fabric of his boxers off his hips, increasingly slow down.

June debates whether or not her human partner does, in fact, feel comfortable with this. Is it still likely he doesn’t want this to happen? Is it possible he doesn’t want to do it with her—a monster?

Her internal query is answered by a swift scrutiny of Sans’s face—susceptible to any and every emotion crossing his mind like chemicals of a drug. Admiring the way Sans’s lips remain parted as he catches his breath, the way his puffy cheeks burn a delicious scarlet, and the way his eyes unveil everything he feels in this moment, June is immediately emboldened to carry on.

June, with Sans’s help, is able to slip off his wrinkly pair of boxers, indifferent to the muffled thump going off in the background as soon as her fingers release the fabric as she tosses it away.

A wave of arousal hits June the second her vibrant pink nose catches a scent that distinctly belongs to Sans, her eyes practically dilating on command, zoomed in on the origin of such an intoxicating scent.

Stood at its erect state is Sans’s pale-ivory cock, its head tinted hot red as if it has been repressing his body heat in desperate hopes of prolonging this exhilaration he feels only with June. June’s eyes almost sparkle when she spies a pearly bead of precum built atop his overly sensitive head, drool accumulating in the bed of her mouth. Even if she’s indefinitely biased, she believes Sans’s cock is as visibly pleasing as the rest of his body—it further stokes the fires of her growing desire.

With beads of precum slipping from his urethra and down the crescent of his angry-red tip, it is quick for June’s gaze to fall to the rest of his groin. His cock isn’t terribly intimidating in length, but it also doesn’t strike a chord of disappointment within the orchestra of June’s SOUL. It is even in girth and leans slightly to June’s right, curved in just a way that it seems like it’d easily hit a woman’s sensitive g-spot. Veins course up his pulsating dick, appearing more prominently on the underside of his shaft until they sink back beneath his layer of skin the further they climb.

“hha-… hhh… hff-…”

June tilts her head up, ears bouncing up and her nose increasing its incessant twitching at the delectable sight of Sans’s flustered, rosy red face. In her eyes, she sees droplets of sweat slither down his features, lips parted to grant himself better access to air, and heavy arousal swirling in his cerulean eyes. The longer she admires him, the more she begins to realize she loves seeing this side of him: a side she’s never uncovered before.

Thoughtlessly, June’s hand glides through the air in order to latch onto Sans’s unveiled cock, her SOUL jumping when the stiff muscle in her hand jerks briefly. Her excitement continues brewing as she explores this part of her human. Although it is not her first time seeing his cock after months of sharing showers, June’s hardly ever been able to please him in the way she’s witnessed through the turbulent medium of the internet.

In full honesty, she was trying to learn more about humans in general, but a peculiar account on Sans’s social media quickly caught her attention. At the time, June was mildly disturbed. She didn’t know female humans could bend in positions like those, or human penises could come in those petrifying lengths. (Didn’t that hurt those curvaceous female humans? She often asked herself.)

“hhA-! ohhh, fffuck… june…” Sans whimpers, pressing a palm to his eyelid and hissing as June’s finger pads sink into his sensitive flesh. He gasps when her hand travels further up, stoking a sultry flame which spreads its delirious warmth throughout his chest. “aah-! hhah… hh-… hff… mmh…”

Peering up at him, June innocently asks, “Does this feel good, baby? Do you like it?”

ll-like it?

“ahh… fuck, yy-yeah… feels… mmh-… ss-so good… please…” he groans, uncontrollably rutting his hips further into June’s hand.

June’s hand climbs up and down his pulsing cock, stretching his sensitive skin little by little until she grows comfortable with a pace she sees is best compatible with Sans’s pleasure. She can hear minute sounds of his slick precum slipping down his head and soaking into her hand, which further increases these lewd noises within the living room. Her eyes are intently focused on his groin, observing the way his foreskin slips over his glistening head—still bearing its heated red color like a symbol of pride—only for it to stretch back out when she slides her fist down. With her gaze so heavily focused on Sans’s stiff cock, she feels an abundance of drool accumulate under her wriggling tongue.

Briefly, her attentive eyes fly up to Sans’s flushed face, admiring the way his eyes glisten beneath the tender, sunset illumination casted by their lantern and the way his lips—coated by a sheer layer of drool—remain parted to grant him air. She can feel his muscles jolt and tense under her other, furry hand, sparing his parted legs a satisfactory glance before she allows her trunk to invade the space between them.

It feels like the further she continues to stroke him, the heavier her jaw feels, teeth firmly clenched against each other until she can take it no longer. Her jaw hinges open, unleashing a puddle of drool and releasing her serpentine tongue which instantly stretches out to coil around Sans’s uncovered cock, smearing loads of saliva over his sensitive skin.

“mgh-! hhgn! j-june-! ffuck-! Hhha-! …ahhh-!”

June lowers her hand further down his shaft, sitting at its base, allowing her to maneuver his cock head up into her gaping mouth to sit against her thick tongue. Soon, each ridge proliferated on the bottom of her vibrant pink appendage press into Sans’s fleshy cock, stimulating more places than he’s ever dreamed of. She slowly closes her mouth, her tongue piercing the barrier of her lips and slobbering over her human’s rockhard dick, and begins to bop her head, moaning at the subtle taste of his precum staining the back of her throat.

Sans swears loudly, tightly gripping the back of her hand spread against his thigh while the other digs its nails into the material of the couch beneath him. He watches her drool coat his stiff rod as her tongue slithers around it, watching it shimmer in the lantern’s caramel hue. Uncontrollable groans resonate in his throat with each long stroke of his cock, feeling each and every individual slope embedded on her appendage rub directly against his flesh—pressing snug against his sensitive veins.

His voice climbs an octave when the bunny monster tightens the embrace her tongue has around his rigid shaft, muscles in his legs tensing uncontrollably and his hands shaking with pleasure. He listens to his voice crack brazenly, reverberating within the comfort of their living room, which does nothing but further incite his cheeks to glow a sharp red color. Throwing his head back, Sans is forced to bear June’s eager yet lewd affections, subconsciously moving his hand from the couch to the space between her folded ears.

Strangely enough, June’s movement slow, but her actions are distinctively deliberate. Instead, her rubellite gaze flies up, sliding her head further down his saturated cock, her tongue rubbing each slope against his bare skin. Her moans do well to reverberate against Sans’s submerged cock, droplets of saliva gathering at her lower lip and dribbling down either onto her lap or the couch under her chin. June’s eyes flutter shut when Sans’s fingers begin to brush through the fur between her ears, stroking what happens to be one of her sweet spots.

“Mmhh… hm…” she moans against him, eagerly sliding herself closer while her long, pink appendage continues to stroke him up and down at the base of his shaft. “Hmmg… mmh…”

Sans cannot keep his gasps from escaping his parted lips, nor can he silence his guttural groans, each promiscuous sound flowing out of his mouth—music to June’s ears. He jerks his head down, watery eyes struggling to observe his girlfriend slip more of his hot cock in her mouth, hips occasionally jolting. His fingers slightly clamp above June’s head, but he refuses to manipulate her movement, knowing she’s done more than enough in the past few minutes she’s spent between his trembling legs.

“Mmgh… mmmah-… Hhaaa…” June pants, sliding her mouth away.

Despite the separation of his cock and her lips, the monster’s tongue continues to wrap around him and zealously stroke his entire length. Drool and traces of his precum accumulate around her girthy appendage, dripping in globs on Sans’s ivory skin or the fabric of their gray couch. June’s lashes flutter as she blinks her eyes open, innocently gawking up at her human whose round face shines with a sheer layer of sweat and burns a discernible crimson. She has half a mind to giggle at how undone he’s become since her lips hit his sensitive tip.

“hnng… juuune… hha… ah, ahhh… ohh, ffuck… hngnn…” Sans desperately moans, his glimmering cerulean eyes squeezing shut, quivering lips parting as he gasps for air. “mmh… feels… hhf- ss-so good… hhg… haa-!”

June finally grants herself a moment to giggle softly, dragging her lengthy tongue away only until the tips of her tongue and the tender head of his cock adhere to each other. She flicks at his tip several times, satiating herself with the stifled gasps and strangled moans resonating in their home. A long, charming hum oscillates in the white rabbit’s throat, her prurient eyes latching onto the image of Sans, flushed and entirely weak under her sinful touches.

It is with apparent fascination that June asks, “Hmm… wanna cum, baby?”

“oh-! puh-please! baby, please… hgnn-! i wanna cum. i wanna cum!” Sans pleads, panting hysterically, reaching June’s twinkling eyes and biting his lip expectantly.

“Mm… okay, baby,” croons the white rabbit, “I’ll let you cum… I wanna see everything… and I wanna hear everything… hmm… I love you, baby.”

Sans’s lips part, prepared to somewhat calmly respond to June’s tender words with equally heartfelt ones. His voice is instantaneously stolen from him, however, when June spirals her sinuous tongue around his length, feeling every singular ridge clamp against his twitching cock.

“haH-! ohh, fffuck! june! hhngn! lov- mmm… love y-… hha… love y’so… mm- much! aagh-!”

June hums assuringly, her tone reminiscent of that of an owner coaxing their pet into a sweet embrace, only this time, she’s making sure her human receives the satisfaction she believes he deserves. Her moans resonate alongside his while she makes sure her tongue squeezes almost every inch of his curved, rockhard cock, rocking itself up and down his glistening length.

Her eyes twinkle with what can only be described as gluttony by the way her gaze tracks every minute jolt, wrinkle, and shift on Sans’s face whilst her tongue continues thrusting up and down his stiff dick. Saliva and precum accumulate at particular sections of June’s tongue, whether they are the girthier end or generally hang lower as they press into Sans’s heated flesh, dripping occasionally.

Instead of displaying frustration for the mess they’re making in the comfort of their living room, Sans does nothing but stutter in his moans at the pornographic sight of June’s tongue absolutely coated in drool and his dribbling semen. His clammy hand sits between June’s ears, fingers jolting at every minute sensation shooting down his spine and enveloping his sensitive cock. He clings on to June’s hand on his thigh, unconsciously stroking her fur while his other hand has his thumb roll small circles into the space above her eyes.

Although his vision is mainly obscured by a film of glossy tears, he can feel June’s ears twitch out of instinct before they twist outward and fold behind her, laying flat against her back. He nearly questions the state of concentration until her tongue stretches out to the very base of his erected cock, a moan bound to escape his lips until his vocal cords strangle his sounds of pleasure. Sans squeezes his eyes shut, sensing June’s malleable, serpentine appendage coil around his base until her head strives to thrust closer. With so much of his length shoved in her hot, wet, and welcoming mouth, it seems June can easily manipulate her tongue to slither around his dick and reach his neglected balls—taut with an impending load of warm, white cum.

“hha-! ohhh, ffuck, june…!” Sans gasps, glassy eyes batting wide open.

June’s throat rumbles with a knowing hum, the tips of her tongue flicking and languidly stroking the space between his balls, susceptible to all forms of stimulation. She flicks her intrigued gaze up when the sopping cock in her mouth twitches, her hand lightly tracing indistinct shapes on his soft, supple skin. It is with a few more strokes of her girthy tongue that her mouth engulfs a mass of distinctly warm and gooey fluids, recognizing the notes of salt strewed across her tongue.

Shaking in his seat, Sans gasps and moans breathlessly, hand clinging onto the curve of June’s head while throwing his head back with apparent abandon. His cock twitches while enveloped by June’s sopping mouth, spewing out all that he had stored within his fleshy, expended sack. He is oblivious to how crimson his face has become since his climax, droplets of sweat slipping down his contorted features until they drip onto the couch.

“Mmh…” June moans softly, enthusiastically gulping up every ounce of cum her human has to offer, even going as far as manipulating her tongue at the base of his cock to deliberately compress it around his girth and stroke upward, squeezing the remainder of his cum into her mouth; her movement almost analogous to that of a farmer milking a cow’s udder.

Once she’s completely swallowed his milky-white fluids, June slowly drags her viscid tongue off his length and practically slurps it back into her mouth, sighing in satisfaction.

“Mmh… so delicious. You did so so well for me, baby… I am so proud of you,” she croons, now rubbing both hands over his pliant thighs, pink pads squishing into his skin, tracing his stretch marks she’s grown to love so much. “Came so nicely for me… hm… and now you’ve riled me up… made me all excited… hhgng…”

“ex-… excited? for-… for me?” Sans finds himself mumbling, listlessly blinking his teary eyes open. Staring down at his beaming rabbit partner, Sans palms both her exploring hands and anxiously murmurs, “i… i really make ya… feel this way?”

An impassive huff escapes June, her lashes fluttering closed as her lips lightly pucker in disapproval. With this unanticipated display of discontent in response to Sans’s nervous query, one would quickly ponder whether or not June is planning to pounce on him once again.

“Hmpf… didn’t I make that clear enough?” She whines softly, vibrant pink ears facing Sans, directing all of her attention to him. Without warning, June’s leg muscles flex to lift her up, her upper torso bent forward while her fluffy hands cradle his rosy-red cheeks. “Or do I need to keep showing you, sweetie?” The bunny monster inquires, though her ordinarily sweet and blithe voice is quick to adopt a sultry, provocative tone—inadvertently striking arousal throughout Sans’s stout form.

With how quick she is to move, Sans can hardly process how short the distance between their faces have grown, his glossy cerulean eyes widening at her in awe. He hesitantly palms the back of her hands, dragging his fingertips through her snowy-white fur out of subconscious habit.

His cheeks are hot red when she leans close, understanding June was hardly one to recognize the concept of personal space (she does tend to invade their friends’ bubble quite often, repeatedly asked to step back due to her lack of awareness, though she never means any harm by it). Sans’s chest quivers as he breathes out heavily, beads of sweat shimmering in the caramel lighting of their living room.

With a surprisingly weak voice, he dares to ask, “you-… you wanna… kk-keep going…?”

A sparkle flashes across June’s rubellite-pink eyes, her button nose twitching wildly, a telltale sign of her building excitement to pursue her desires—desires she holds only for the human seated before her, and only him alone. “Only if you want, Sans,” she tells him, though a part of her sincerely—desperately—wants him to say yes. Her SOUL pounds against the boundaries of her chest, convulsing with a need for more stimulation. Oh, the things she’d do for this comical human who’s stolen her SOUL…

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝… (2/3)

[hopelessromance21]

𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 pt. 1/3

⌈ UNDERTALE HUMAN!SANS x MONSTER!OC ⌋ (adj.) inclined toward or displaying love

CONTENT WARNINGS: SLIGHT SEXUAL THEMES · ANGST · FLUFF · ROMANCE · INSECURITIES · BODY WORSHIP · PRAISE · PLOT WITH IMPENDING PORN

Word count: 4179 words

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Aaack, another one. One that's... quite frankly a lil out of pocket. This one I've written with the inspiration of @htsan's human!Sans just because. Although I did go a bit off-course with the way they typically portray him, I still tried ta keep it as accurate to his character.

Will say that this IS a "Canon" x OC fic, not an x Reader, so sorry if I disappointed ya there. I know some/most people prefer x Readers, but this hit me like a truck two months ago, so I wrote it as an x OC.

The OC in question is a white rabbit monster (who actually comes from a separate RP between me n my bestie, but shh) who's got an alternate identity that is a black cat monster. UHM, I hope this suffices as both a warning note and an author's note because yeesh this got lengthy. Anywho, enjoy part one. Cha cha <3

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“I’m so glad we finally have movie night again. Work’s been so rough!”

Reclining back on a dainty gray set of couch cushions is a woman, though her appearance diverges from any ordinary human one. In fact, she lacks human origin entirely.

The woman in question is a tall rabbit with pristine white fur and gaping pink eyes. Occasionally, a particle of dust or lint irritates her ears, evoking an impulsive twitch—revealing vibrant pink fur on the inside of her ears in the living room’s dim lighting. They almost glow under the scintillating streaks of orange and yellow light, casted by their cutesy lamp installed in the corner of their living room, quivering shadows flowing over her serene expression.

Her enthralling form is sprawled across her loving partner’s lap, arms coiled around a pillow’s girth to keep it situated under her head. A pair of pajama shorts and a form-fitting tank hugs her body, hardly providing warmth for the monster bunny—not that she is in dire need of it considering it is a quiet, tepid night in the midst of July.

Casually, she rocks her bare feet back and forth, little pink buds spotted on the bottoms of each toe and a large patch of pink stretched over the balls of her feet. The bunny—June—has her ears relax entirely against the sides of her head, a pleasant sigh bellowing past her lips. A quiet hum of approval thrums in her throat as a hand begins to stroke her furry back, earning a subtle shudder.

June smiles to herself, her dark lashes tickling the fur of her cheeks as she sinks into her human’s lap.

Ah, yes, her human.

Ever since monsters were decreed free from the Underground, June… explored her options. The new ones, at least.

Dating in the Underground was hard enough… considering June does not even possess full control of her own body, but dating up here, on the Surface, was often met with a series of uncertain or disinterested looks, or flat out discriminatory rejections. However, it was not until June happened to rescue a remarkably stout human from an oncoming vehicle that her dating life took a turn. He was stumpy, round-faced, and evidently bald. June swore she had to squint a little at times just to keep her vision.

According to the male human, he had a rough day at work, and was so overwhelmed with phone calls from his douchebag of a boss, he unknowingly planted himself in the middle of a road.

His name was Sans. …a rather strange name for a human, but who was June to judge?

She’s met monsters with weirder names.

It seemingly did not take long before the two bumped into each other again, only luckily there were no potential accidents involved. Over and over they met at the same bench, near a park, by the very road June saved Sans’s life on. With every meeting, the higher Sans’s spirits were lifted and the eagerness within June’s SOUL transpired into something more.

After months of meeting and hanging out together (which typically consisted of long, oddly romantic walks in the city parks, occasional attendance for DND night with Sans’s younger brother and his girlfriend, coffee playdates, and spending lively nights at raucous fairs) Sans and June very clearly cultivated feelings for one another.

It was not until Sans involved himself in a night of heavy drinking with some of his coworkers (he can hardly keep his alcohol down as it is, but supposedly that night someone received a promotion and had the urge to invite everyone down to a celebration at their local bar) that he finally confessed to the rabbit monster who unknowingly stole his heart.

Now, they are settled within a modest apartment, living comfortably with one another for the past two years. It was quite an adjustment both individuals had to make—one following the typical routines of a human lifestyle with a few alterations while the other embraced the unique customs monsterkind established in their daily lives. Of course, it did not take long for either person to voice their concerns or question each other’s habits due to curiosity. With these queries floating between them, it became easy for the couple to bond and understand one another. It became easy to embrace one another, to interlace fingers, to kiss without fear of overstepping each other’s boundaries.

June’s ears twitch at a sigh that escapes Sans, her lips tugged into a soft smile. She peels her eyes open, squinting at their TV screen, greeted by the sight of a stunning, sun-kissed woman in a sharp red dress sobbing on her ottoman because her fiance Marcó never loved her from the start, but was instead after her identical cousin (human shows are strange, June’s noted).

“Ohhh! Marcó, mi traidor amor! ¿Por qué? Why?! Why couldn’t you love me, oh, Marcó?!”

Sans quietly chuckles, “yeah, nothin’ ever beats Amor Cruzado Doble n’matter how cliche it gets.”

“Mm…” June hums, tone hinting approval. “I think these humans cry a little too much, though… so many wasted tears.”

“what? monsters gotta conserve tears now, too?”

“Mmm, no,” June says, “We just don’t cry this often.”

Sans laughs, “s’not like we cry that often either. this is just for dramatics.”

“Ohh… how is this entertaining?” She turns her head, curiously squinting, directly at Sans. One of her ears perks up, standing to better capture his baritone voice—oh, how she loves listening to her human ramble on and on; it could always be about whatever in the world, too. As long as she gets to hear his excitement through the medium of his voice, she could never complain.

Sans tears his naturally sleepy gaze from the bright screen to return June’s concentrated stare. He immediately senses a bead of sweat rolling from his temple, down the side of his round cheek, a dry laugh leaving him. It is as if he’s been shoved in the limelight when she gives him those eyes. Her attention in general seems to take him aback—constantly sending his stomach into a burst of jitters.

His hands slow their repetitive strokes, settling at the small of her back.

“er- i guess people think it’s funny ‘cos it’s something we feel like doin’ all the time… but we just don’t have the time to,” he explains. “so we watch other people cry on television ‘n call it good.”

“…” June blinks, her lips held at a steady horizontal plane. “It just seems like an excuse to laugh at crying people.”

“pfff— maybe. not like i blame ‘em.”

A tight display of disapproval crosses June’s face.

“You can always cry in front of me, you know?” She tells him. “I would never judge you for crying!”

yer just too kind, juney. of course you’d never judge me for that.

Sans permits a chuckle and anxiously scratches away a persistent itch eating at the back of his neck, tranquil cerulean eyes opting to focus on the illuminated screen before him.

“i know ya won't, juney,” he replies, resuming his gentle caressing movement against her back.

While she admits his tender touch kindles a relaxing warmth across her furry form, June can’t help but turn away with a pout heavy on her lips. She slumps her head and shoulders against her pillow, chin sinking in the material.

Though she’s never mentioned it vocally, June always notices the short-lived moments of hesitation: the subtle stiffness of his arms when he’s removing a shirt, the hitch in his throat when he realizes he’s been rambling, even the shy evasion of eye contact during their public dates.

What goes through his head in those moments?

June burrows her chin further into the pillow, a subtle crease engraved between her pale eyebrows.

Is it because… I’m a monster?

Is it because… I’m a bunny monster?

She quietly huffs, ears laying flat against her head.

Seems obvious what’s going on.

Ah, the counterpart. June was never just one monster in her body. There were always two. June and Lune. Lune always peered through June’s subconscious to keep tabs on everything around them, seeing as how June hardly spared any attention to her surroundings and typically wound up lost because of it (the number of times she’s realized she was stranded in a mall is embarrassing). Unlike June, Lune is a feline monster.

With a black furry form and sharp golden eyes and gold-tipped ears, Lune is easily discovered amongst a crowd of monsters… mainly because she gets rowdy and stirs trouble for the sake of it. Living the norm was always bland for her. She has to have something!

Introducing her to Sans was… a lot easier than June thought it’d be. June originally assumed the human would want nothing to do with them once he learned the truth of their condition. As it turned out, Sans didn’t mind their peculiar circumstance. All it meant was that he could give twice as much love now.

It’s… obvious?

Of course it’s obvious.

He’s a human. That’s the issue.

Ugh, you’re relentless.

Not all humans are bad, y’know?

Tch- I don’t do exceptions.

Okay, that is a lie.

As June’s features twist and contort in subconscious efforts, she is ignorant to the twinkling of deep admiration in her partner’s eyes. Whilst shooing her counterpart’s pessimistic presence away, June relieves a gentle sigh from her large, inexplicable set of lungs.

Sans pinpoints his focus on the back of June’s head, marveling at her features even if he is only capable of catching glimpses of her fluid profile. Everything about her seems to enrapture his spirit, every fiber of his SOUL, which does nothing but thrum peacefully for her.

Her fur is pale and soft; clean and trimmed just so that he could never tire of petting her. He’s noticed how quickly his stress pours out of him every time he’s coasted his palms across her fur, leaving his body like a deep sigh from his lungs. Her eyes are enthralling gems—like rubellite—always wide with a keen want to learn more and study the bustling world around her. Every time they fall on him, they never fail to steal his breath from him. He feels as though he’s the only one in her world when she looks his way. It gets his cheeks all flushed and his body all warm, his clothes suddenly uncomfortable against his skin.

i just can’t believe i get to be here…

with her…

she makes me feel so… happy. heh, can’t remember th’last time someone’s done that.

June brought a thrilling warmth in his life since the very beginning. When her arms slithered around his stocky form and kept him close to her firm trunk, Sans felt… a jolt of energy. It was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Everything was the same to him. It was always routine.

Hear the alarm blare at his bed stand in a maddening rhythm. Over and over again.

Slam his hand over the dismiss button.

Shuffle out of his disheveled sheets, shoulders sore and drooping.

Hop out of bed as much as his body begged him to sleep in. He’s skipped work too many times this month.

Get dressed. Eat that ordinary, sickeningly tasteless cereal for the fourth time in a row. Return Papyrus’s calls with another retelling of his previous week.

Leave the house. Lock the door. Get to the bus stop. Stand in that crowded space—humid, compact, and practically rancid—for at least half an hour. Get off the bus. Walk through those dreadful doors of that facility.

Share a coffee with Alphys, that one coworker he’s hardly had problems with.

Get started on work. Restrain those overwhelmingly violent thoughts every time that coworker messes with him—why does he always have to put that stack of papers on the highest shelf there is?

Return home utterly exhausted and on the verge of a breakdown.

Skip dinner for nth time this week. Flop onto his sheets—left just as sloppy as they were this morning. Close his eyes and hopefully succumb to sleep.

Then the cycle starts all over again.

It was tiring. It ate away at him for months. He hit the lowest of lows at some points. He’s grateful he’s had a brother as loving and mindful as Papyrus, otherwise… he isn’t sure what he would’ve done in those times.

When Papyrus came up to him, stating he arrived with magnificent news, Sans wasn’t sure what to expect. It certainly wasn’t Papyrus finding a date. An actual date, and not some twisted bitch who loved toying with every boy around her (oooh, the rage that inevitably ignited Sans’s spite that day was enigmatic). Sans was, of course, supportive of his brother. She was a good one, too. Short, dark-skinned, kind, supportive, and oh-so sweet. She was thoughtful and tended to everyone’s needs within their group of friends. He heard she worked as a local florist, too.

If only he had someone like that…

One day, he received a call from his boss. She was stringent, stuck-up, and every other colorful description available. She berated him through his phone speaker in a tone that criticized everything about him. His appearance, his personality, his efforts, everything. With each insult she spoke in that shrill voice, the harder Sans’s grip became, fingers pressed firm onto his screen.

Even though that irksome horn in the back rang in the setting, Sans chose to ignore it, presuming it was his resentment in the form of sound. He did not know it was a car heading straight toward him.

She saved him.

It took less than a second, too. She saved him without second guessing herself.

Sans was stunned. Breathless with fright. When he stared up at her, he was greeted with authentic concern—when was the last time someone looked at him like that?

He couldn’t even process the words she spoke. He saw her lips moving, though his ears caught no audible sound. It was all ringing. He didn’t even notice how tight his grip on her arms was. She expressed no discomfort or displeasure, all she did was continuously question his health and state of mind.

The only thing that ran through his mind then… was how lovely her eyes were. In her eyes, there was an energy, a life in them he envied. He wanted that. He wanted her to come into his life.

she’s in my life.

holy shit…

she’s here. she’s really here.

As he mulls over his sickeningly sweet thoughts, his hands continue brushing up and down her back, briefly catching on the hem of her tank before passing it to reach the small of her back.

i love her s’much…

she keeps encouraging me no matter how much i hate myself.

she keeps tellin’ me to pursue what i love…

she puts up with my dumb jokes ‘n puns…

hell, luney’s been putting up with me, too…

god, i love her so much…

“Erm-… Sans…?”

A flinch takes over his body, head jerking back in a realization that he’s been caught ogling her for who knows how long. Choosing to ignore how hot his cheeks grow (though he’s painfully aware), Sans attempts to flash June a dry smile, anxiety bubbling in his chest.

oh, shit. what’d i do? …‘sides stare for too long.

did i make her uncomfortable?

she fucking hates my guts now. great job.

“…” Sans blinks, hands settled on her back once more. “…uh, yy-yeah?”

She stares back at him, features lax yet somehow expressing keen interest. Silence hangs in the air for a dreadfully long moment, earning a stifled wheeze from Sans, whose forehead shines beneath the caramel illumination. June blinks, her still expression unchanging until she summons her voice.

“…something’s… poking me.”

Silence.

Cold water rushes down his spine, lungs devoid of any air. Suddenly, his hands are clammy and shake against June’s back, tingles crawling up his legs and stirring the short hairs on the back of his neck. His clothes squeeze him everywhere (which he momentarily finds shocking as most of the clothes he owns are baggy), constricting any movement. Even if he did want to move, he can’t.

Not while he’s under June’s statuesque form.

His eyes are trained on June’s puzzled face, though it can be interpreted he is merely in a hypnotic trance, seeing as how little his eyes blink. An observation crosses his mind when a glint of wit flashes in her rubellite eyes.

It seems, however, his silence is not something she is willing to linger in for too long. A quiet giggle rolls up her throat, flowing from her lips in a delightful stream.

“A-Are you okay? Cat got your tongue?” She sticks the nub of her tongue out, her ears pointed forward in display of her piqued interest.

A bead of sweat travels down his temple, adhering to the swerve of his chin.

“ehhehe… good- good one…” Sans coughs out, lifting a hand to wipe away at his face.

June hums, suddenly abandoning her velutinous pillow—which she found to be quite comfortable—and pulling her lanky form up. Although she is a witness to Sans’s subtle wince, she opts for blissful ignorance. Her long, plump, and fluffy legs sit on either side of Sans’s lap, though her weight scantily hovers above him. She’d hate to make his legs go all numb… as that is what human limbs tend to do apparently.

Her hands lift up to Sans’s round face, cupping his hot and flushed cheeks to tilt his head back.

oh, shit- oh, shit- oh, shit-

she’s right in front of me.

it’s gettin’ too hot in here… or is she doin’ that?

Sans doesn’t know where to look. He can’t look directly up at her, he’d be forced to look into her eyes! That’d reveal all of his deepest, most vulnerable secrets! He can’t look down, that’s where her tits are! Oh, God, how fast his face would glow in the brightest possible shade of red. He feels as though no matter where he looks, he’ll be lured into looking back at those attentive eyes.

His hands hesitate to sit on her thighs, but they rest against her furry exterior regardless. She feels so soft… his thumbs immediately stroke her snowy fur.

“Why is your heart thumping so fast?” June abruptly asks, tilting her head. “Are you… scared?”

sh-she’s not even meant ta hear that!

“nn-no-! i-i’m not… scared…” Sans does not linger on the fact his eyes immediately bat to her face, wide with recognition. “it’s, uh… ww-well…”

“Sans,” she interjects him, squishing his cheeks slightly (she can’t help it, he’s so squishable, she loves it so much). The soft, pink buds on each finger pad press into his skin, though he does not squirm away. “Tell me the truth.”

He gulps, hands ceasing their caressing on her skin.

“…” Her vibrant eyes pull away, sadly glimpsing their pillows. “I know you don’t… really like changing in front of me… much. And I know you get nervous about… holding hands in public, or… o-or showering with… me…” June’s ears fall slightly, hanging over his smooth head. “Do-… do you not… like that I am a monster? Is-… is that why we haven’t really done… an-anything sexual?”

what?

Sans places his hands over June’s, running his prints against her fluffy exterior in subconscious effort at earning her attention.

“no, of course it’s not… ‘cos of that,” he answers, glad to see his words partially relieved her due to the subtle drop in her shoulders. “it’s-… kinda stupid, really.”

June’s rubellite gaze falls back to him again, naturally wide as she observes his features twist and mold into displays of his complex feelings. It’s strange. Monsters are far more blunt with what they feel in the moment. Even if they wanted to be mysterious or obscure, their SOULs were easy to read. Human SOULs… not so much.

She seems to have learned it the hard way.

“i do allat stuff ‘cos… i, erm- i just feel… like ‘m not… good… enough fer you,” he murmurs, lowering his head until his lips turn to the comfort of her palm. “i don’t… feel deservin’ of ya… yer amazing at whatever y’do… i see the way people look at you. they clearly wish they were me. and i- i’m not really… the beefiest guy around, too. ‘m not like your typical gym bro…

“can’t really do the things guys do with their girlfriends… like lift ‘em up when they’re not lookin’ and twirl them around, tellin’ them just how much they love ‘em. i don’t really do much to… show you how much i love you… ‘m not as romantic as those other guys… heh- or even as my brother… bringin’ ya a bouquet of flowers that have some inner meaning, or takin’ ya out to a fancy, open-view dinner with the beach out in the back and lovely beads of jewelry sparklin’ around us.

“sometimes i feel like a… piece of cabbage next to you…”

June stares, allowing silence to accumulate within their spacious living room. Her thumbs tenderly imbue small circles against his spongy cheeks, observing how relaxing it is to cradle his face like this.

Suddenly, a short-lived snort and giggle leaves her lips.

“Pfft- it’s a good thing I love cabbage, then,” she remarks, overlooking his bewilderment no matter how adorable he looks. “Honey,” June croons, leaning close to pepper short yet palpable kisses to his forehead, “mwah- I love you no matter what. Since the day I met you, I’ve always wanted to keep you safe. It doesn’t matter how silly you act sometimes, I still love you! I love that you humans come in all shapes and sizes! It’s so interesting! A-And adorable!

“I don’t care how the other humans and monsters look at me! I only want you to look at me! I love looking at you! And I want you to love looking at yourself, too! I love everything about you, from your shiny head to your cute, little toes! I think the little jokes you make and the little things you get me are so sweet and thoughtful! I don’t mind that you can’t lift me up! I can just lift you up! Makes me wanna squeeze you and put you in my pocket, so I get to have you aaaall to myself!”

Sans stutters when his face is bombarded with various kisses, his face ostensibly hot against her mildly warm lips. He swears he can feel her phantom kisses well after she moves on to a different portion of his face.

A short laugh cuts through his vocal cords, surprising himself.

“Mwah, mwah, mwah! Ugh! You worried me over something that can easily be fixed! Silly, silly little human!” June huffs, her ears righting themselves to sit at a comfortable angle.

“i- i know… ‘m sorry. wh—”

June tilts his head back again, pressing a solid kiss against his lips, ears folding far against her back. Her sensitive nose scrunches slightly, pressed snug against Sans’s round nose. A faint, rosy coloration stretches across her cheeks, her face appearing more… poofy than before.

A light smack fills the room as she pulls away, admiring his flustered appearance with hooded eyes. Her dextrous thumbs roam over his plump cheeks, savoring how soft and warm he is under her. Yes, he’s the only human she wants to hold on to.

“You don’t have to say sorry for being you, silly. It’s okay to feel… well, feelings!” Her giggle is muffled when her lips press another kiss to the bridge of his nose. “I just want you to know you don’t have to be so nervous around me anymore. I want you to feel comfortable with me as I am with you!”

Sans clasps her wrists gently, fingers circling her fur out of instinctive habit. He gazes up at her in awe, entirely unaware of the beads of tears springing in the corners of his eyes until they course down his cheeks.

“Oh! Honey, you’re- you’re crying! A-Are you okay? Am I too much? Do you want me to get off- mmph—?!”

This time, it’s Sans who lures June close until he locks lips with her, swallowing her quiet yelps until she is receptive to his kiss. A pleased hum stirs his vocal cords as June presses herself closer against him, her lips enthusiastically chasing after his, adamant on maintaining their kiss until Sans lightly squeezes her wrists. Understanding his anatomy works differently compared to hers, June pulls away to grant him a breath of air, unable to tear off her wide, goofy smile as she watches her human sigh in relief.

“damn… i love y’so much, june…” he breathes out, smiling as if he’s in a daze.June giggles, “I love you, too, baby. Though…” She allows her weight to fall further into his lap, incidentally rubbing his evident hardness—pride swelling in her SOUL at his stifled curse. “I think we still have a problem to solve…”

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝… (1/3)