nighttimelights-prompted

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Could you write a scenario about SF Papyrus smothering his sad S/O in affection.

(i’ve been gone for far longer than i ever wanted or could be happy about, but i hope this little prompt for my return is comforting in some way.

He found you on the roof.

It was your favorite hideaway - you always felt it seemed too dramatic, even for only being the second story. But with easy enough access from your bedroom window, and the privacy afforded by it being on the rear half of the house, sometimes you couldn’t resist. Sometimes the world just felt like it was smothering you, and the open night sky that stretched above you when you laid on your back up there eased a little of the twisting tension in your chest.

“huh. guess the weatherman was wrong after all.”

You jolted up slightly at Russ’ voice rumbling behind you. With twist of your body and a messy shake of your hair, you were looking up into the soft yet too-sharp eyelights of your boyfriend - bonefriend, bonebae, any number of names fit the bill, really - with an attempt of a playful glare falling woefully short. You let your expression fall into one of waiting curiousity, knowing that the punchline was-

“might have a bone t’ pick with him. said that it’d be clear, but it’s looking a little cloudy right here over my sweetheart.”

A half-laugh turned flustered intake of air brought a ghost of a smile to your face at last. His grin pulled pleased as he dropped to sit behind you, his hands untucking from his pockets to pull your back to his chest, and you fell into his embrace with quiet relief, even if his arrival and sweet jokes had not been able to wash you free of whatever this was hanging heavy in you.

… Even with his presence, quiet and sturdy behind you, the tension was growing again in your chest. It was brewing hot and prickly and rising more and more. Trying to choke it back down with a clenched jaw, your eyes screwed shut, the distant stars far away too clouded by a burning wetness that gathered in your eyes.

Russ’ arms tightened around you. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt a gentle rumbling through his chest as he pulled you closer against him. He was humming a soft, low tune, a lullaby that you had heard him humming before, almost too sad to be calming but more lovely for it. In his voice it sounded like the ancient song of a sailor looking to the too-distant sea, a promise of tales older than memory finding it’s winding way to you, down to your soul.

The tears rolled down your face now. Your hands clutched at his arms as you shook, crying quietly.

“deep under the mountain cold,the rivers wind with tales of oldthe distant fire sweepscalling souls to coreto find their heart’s stronghold…”

His hands slipped along your arms, and with little effort he lifted you until you sat fully in his lap, your head finding its place easily in the crook of his neck as your arms circled around him under his jacket. His head nestled close to yours in turn, and you found your lungs once more as you inhaled his soft scent of clove cigarettes and whiskey and pine and maple syrup. One of his hands slipped through your hair, a soothing presence that massaged steady silent promises against your aching head. His other arm circled you, holding you closer yet, grounding you in your tears and wild sea of broken-through emotions as he continued singing to you.

“the ground shakes yet far above,ancient water tortured fond of.we wait deep belowfallen but yet ‘live,greater called in sought of love.”

Your breathing slowed as he hummed onwards, the ache in your chest soothed at the gravel-soft slip of his voice. Shaky, too soft for anyone not as close as he was to hear, you began to hum along with him.

His hand stilled in your hair, but his voice didn’t waver.

His mouth pressed against your forehead as he tilted his face to press against you, the strength of his voice buzzing soft against your skin, and you felt as if his magic was wrapping around you just in the way his voice rumbled through his chest and against you pressed against him. Something in the haunting and bittersweet tune of the song, hummed with him, was relieving… a lot of it. It hurt, stars did it hurt, but…

“… you’ve always been a fighter,” his voice came then, his humming soft, but his teeth still pressed to your forehead. You stopped humming too, pressing just a bit closer to him. A pleased sound rumbled in him for a moment, almost too quiet to hear. “… not in… the usual way. in the quiet way. you always… persevere. sweet, and ready, and bearing too much, as always,” he murmured. His hand lifting to your chin gently lifted your gaze to his.

It was intense, and admiring… and deep within it, you almost caught… anger. Not at you - you knew him too well to think that.

“It’s not… it’s fine,” you said quietly, wincing internally at the cliche line even as his expression shifted. “That is… it will be fine, I mean…”

“it will. but that doesn’t mean it can’t feel like too much in the meantime, darlin’.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tears catch at your eyes again.

Russ’ thumb brushed away the tears at one eye, letting his words settle in you, an all-too-knowing look to the shine of his eyelights.

You hugged him harder and closed the last of the distance between you, pressing your lips to his mouth despite your fresh tears.

“Thank you,” you murmured, not willing to break the kiss to say it. You angled slightly, pulling him closer.

His hand swept along your jaw gently, returning your kiss tenfold and anchoring you in the thrum of his protective magic ghosting over his bones and echoing deep within his chest, his soul calling to yours in comfort and love.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

seriously, i know i gushed about it in my message to you essy, but i love these two! <3 i was so surprised and elated to see you had drawn up these two cuties to fill in for that prompt i did for you, and ahhhhh i’m seriously still so flustered and delighted. Tonie is such a perfect match for Edge, and I love Chad’s attitude and sweet blush with Stretch! <3 you are such a wonderful artist, making two fantastic designs for characters described so loosely in a prompt like that - i truly love your art :)

Look humans!

Fuck these has been in my draft for WEEKS what the hell

Anyhow here are some sketches based on THIS who @nighttimelights-prompted wrote for me what feels like ages ago now :D I still love it so damn much, wanted to draw all of it but just couldn’t for some reason, I still want to draw more based on it because the whole thing is a god damn treasure and I love it!

Anyway, for some reason these two guys decided to be created based on it for some reason, so say hi to Chad and Tonie! for some reason so did these two guys decide to get like a life of their own, because my imagination just went frikking wild and there was no stopping it

Like Chad is a pretty funny guy who knows allot of random facts, knows pretty much everything about anything as he got one hell of a good memory, he’s someone you can sit and discuss everything between sky and earth for hours, lots of opinions but very accepting of other ppls views etc, often gets a bit anxious about himself talking too much, I like him allot actually, wanted to name him something else but he just screamed to be named Chad so that’s what I named him xD

Tonie is pretty chill, snarky and lots of sarcasm, really good at words, prefers to use words to diffuse a situation than violence, easily let’s things go, or like in the prompt someone spilled coffee on him but he doesn’t let it bother him,  his favourite band is Billy Talent, because I was and still am listening to them because damn I love their songs so much, he somehow makes me think of UF Sans for some reason, really like this guy too, he is pretty short, he turned out too tall in the doodle of him and Edge but can’t do anything about it meh

ALSO FLUSTERED EDGE YEAH

So there you have it, I hope you like these @nighttimelights-prompted and sorry for the wait I kind of forgot I hadn’t posted these yet <:

[nighttimelights-prompted]

to everyone of you sweethearts who’ve left me messages asking after me & my well-being this past month or so, i just want to say... 

thank you so much.

i’m so sorry for taking a break for so long, and without warning - i’ll leave out the details, but suffice to say life got the best of me, and unfortunately my writing lost out when it came to what i had the energy and heart to focus on. i’ve been trying to find a balance again thanks to getting my footing back, so consider me back here once again, though i may still be a little sparse in posts for a bit still. i’ve got quite the anxiety disorder, so i’ve been really nervous to come back, or what to post/say/etc, since each day meant it had been longer yet since i last posted. so... again, i just really want to say thank you to you sweet anons who sent me supportive messages in the meanwhile, and offered such kindness even in your own busy lives. <3

alright, so all that said, and a bit of awkward blushing and desperately tearful throat-clearings on my end, i’ll let you know that i’m going to reblog a very sweet & lovely fanart someone messaged me about a few days ago, and then i’ll post up a short prompt that i wrote tonight to get back in the swing of things. <3 i’ve still got a ton of asks in my inbox, of course, and after the one i post tonight i know which one i’m doing next... but still, as always, feel free to send in prompts, you lovely sweethearts.

and just, one more time... thank you all so very much. <3

[nighttimelights-prompted]

So Underfell Sans (the grumpy, cold and agressive version) and the reader get out of the Underground. The night falls, and she convinces him to come with her, and she takes him to a really good spot to see the stars he have never seen before. He have a crush on her and maybe let the cold facade down for once. I don't know if it would make a great story, take liberties if it's too restrictive, but have fun writing this !You're talentend enough to make it works, anyway ! Take care of yourself

(aw, thank you so much for your kind words-! never doubt yourself, little snapshots of a world like this always have wonderful promise. i hope you like the little something of what i’ve done here - this one’s shorter, so i won’t put it under a cut. and you take care of yourself too, okay? i can certainly promise - someone really cares about you.

Your toes dug lightly at the edge of the cliffside you had all been gazing over. The sun had now all but set, the distant city already glowing with the lights of the night. The others had quickly separated, not comfortable with the close company right now, but a begrudging promise to meet back here to form a plan to approach the humans lingering in the air.

You took a deep breath, letting the cooling fresh air of the mountainside fill your lungs as your eyes drifted shut. You hadn’t fully realized just how much you missed it, all those months spent in the caves of the Underground filled only with air so stagnant and dank…

“you humans’ve been pretty fuckin’ spoiled.”

A chuckle escaped you as you opened your eyes and turned your head. Sans stood at your side, a scowl on his face, his gold tooth catching the last of the lingering dusk light. Despite his words, his eyelights showed just a measure of softness that you had only caught on the rarest occasion in the Underground.

“Yeah. Seems we take a lot more for granted than we’d ever admit.”

He scoffed, not meeting your gaze, instead continuing to stare out over the mountainside. His arm nearly brushed yours with how close he stood, and you regarded him carefully for another minute, a now well-recognizable flush creeping up your cheeks.

Finally, his gaze flickered to you. “whatcha fuckin’ starin’ at, ya want somethin’ to-”

Your arm looped through his and you turned away, cutting him off as he grunted in surprise.

“C’mon, I wanna show you something.”

You didn’t leave room for argument as you set a steady pace, trying to fight the grin pulling at your face, trying even harder to ignore the excited flutter of your stomach as your plan hatched.

“hey, ya don’t have to try ‘n pull my arm off,” Sans grumbled as he followed suit, surprisingly raising little other issue with your sudden insistence. His words were more than a little half-hearted, and you glanced at him from the half-step lead you had as you made your way up a lightly-worn path, venturing a little further yet up the mountain.

“What if I need a hand though? Gotta have a little help to show you this,” you shot back at him, your blush rising.

His eyesockets widened for a split moment before his grin - his real grin, something you could only ever pull out of him in the rarest circumstances previously - spread across his face. It still hinted of danger and dark promises, but in a way that sent the excitement bubbling in you into more of a frenzy.

“if ya’ve got a bone to pick with someone, sure,” he replied without missing a further beat, his cocky and mischievous look suiting him far too well. “it’d be humerus. i think tibia the source of another human’s fuckin’ shock and awe would be pretty satisfying-”

You laughed openly at his heavy wordplay as you pulled him above the treeline once again, a clearing of soft grass and late summer flowers tickling your calves as you whirled around to face him again. You pressed close, your free arm shifting so you could grip his upper arm with a brightening smile. His grin faltered for just a moment as his cheekbones stained a softly glowing crimson.

“The only one I want awed right now is you, Sans,” you whispered. You were so close now that his hips brushed against yours, that you swore you could feel the electric energy of his blush. It took everything in you to not throw caution to the wind and close the last of the distance between your faces.

Sans managed to find his words again, his voice going a little raw with how low and quiet it dipped. “w-what’re ya talkin’ about, sweetheart-”

You squeezed his arm one last time before spinning him away from you, away from the upwards slope of the mountain, back over the view you now stood over - and under.

Sans went completely still as he caught sight of the crystal-clear night stretching over him, the dim lights of the city far to your side now not able to drown out the glittering expanse of stars and the cloudy edges of the galaxy itself shining above you.

You remained quiet as you took in the view for a moment, relief and joy swelling in you as in this still moment away from the others, away from the demands, from the excitement - you finally let yourself realize that you were free.

And... more importantly… that he was free with you.

Your face tilted once again as you looked towards Sans, shifting gently so you could stand at his side, your arms still entwined. Your breath left you as you caught sight of his face.

Red streaks of liquid magic were streaming from the corner of his eyesockets, his face upturned towards the open sky with a vulnerable, matching openness you had never seen before.

Chest constricting painfully, you couldn’t find any words. You didn’t think you wanted to, really, as the wetness built at your own eyes.

Sans shifted at last, only the barest of movements as the arm you held moved and his hand caught yours. His fingers intertwined with yours, gripping just a little too tight.

You returned his grip as you carefully, slowly leaned against him, your face turning back up towards the sky as well.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

oh my stars essy, this is amazing-! <3 <3

you even made this while running a fever? that’s incredible - but also please, take care of yourself! i hope you feel better soon, and are able to get the rest and care you need! <3 i love the expression you gave him, and can’t wait to see anything else you have! it was a complete delight writing the prompt for you - you gave such a wonderful idea to work with, without a doubt. :)

Fudge this didn’t turn out like I wanted it to

Anyhow, this is based on THIS which @nighttimelights-prompted wrote for me :D I srs love it sooo damn much, I srs love her writing so much and was so damn surprised and shocked when she gave me a free prompt! and what she gave me is just so good! go read it god damn it! I got some more sketches based on this which I will hopefully post soon C:

I have to admit I am sort of amazed that the sketch of this turned out this ok, because when I made it my nose was a literal waterfall alongside my eyes and I was running a fever xD

[nighttimelights-prompted]

darkcrystaldemon replied to your audio post “(in processing some things, i ended up writing this… this is a message...”

All of that is text to speech? Pretty interesting. I can see what you're saying about inflection. For Gaster, he tries to remain so calm, so it works, though I'd expect to have changed a little near the end... I have no constructive ways to fix it though since audio is still out of my skill set. I love this letter though. The whole premise. "Our plan" is just... the idea of Gaster having a real love. Well, it's more than I'll ever give him ;-) But I love this.

yes, it is! i spent quite a while fretting over the flow and inflection, especially towards the end, but finally decided that as an experiment i ought to leave it at where i ended up getting it. i’ll probably end up experimenting a little more with the use of TtS, but may not post anything unless i really like where it’s at, heh.

honestly, i’d have loved to voice it myself, but, well... while i may not have the highest voice for a woman, i’m certainly not deep enough to pretend to pass for Gaster, and i can’t quite edit my voice well enough for good audio quality on that, either. i’d love to try it, but unless i ever decided to try to write a female Gaster, i probably wouldn’t voice any of the undertale lady characters either (i’m afraid my voice doesn’t much suit any of them... though i have tried a younger Toriel before, it still is pushing the limits of interesting content a little much, even for me, haha.)

still, i’m glad that you liked the premise ;) i may explore a little more of this... or at least the delightfully sinful side, if nothing else. i sure do love any form of gaster content. <3

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Night, I just saw your post, and I'm so sorry to hear that! I was wondering where you went. D; I hope you feel better, and remember to take all the time you need, sweetie. ♡

aw stars, thank you so much, Ty.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

(in processing some things, i ended up writing this... this is a message from Gaster, a tiny snapshot into one of many worlds he may be a part of. headphones recommended.)

(as general notes, i did all the audio editing as well, and the voice is a somewhat extensively manipulated text-to-speech voice. the transcript is below.)

My Dearest...

It is as I have said - the shadows remain. Their pull is insistent now. Even as I write this, the void is pulling apart the seams of reality behind me, below me, around me. I only hope that this letter may yet make it to you with the precautions I have put into place.

As a monster of my word, I cannot regret my work here. I only hold frustration at my inability to finish it as things are now - as they shortly will be.

But with this… perhaps, at least some day, I have guaranteed a measure of safety for us all.

I wish I could see you, see your shining soul, one last time. Truthfully, even to hear you upset, pushing me to find a way out of this, as optimistic as you manage to be - if only…

Well. It never does to dwell on the what-if’s. I must rely on my skills, my research, and your own abilities now.

… I cannot hold it back any longer. My time is up.

Follow our plan, my love.

I will find you again.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

ah, i’ve got one last anon i haven’t replied to yet - to that anon who sent in the headcanon voice about the Sans I write from Speakeasy Soul, i’m seeing if i can do a little something special to reply to you. let’s just say for now that i like where your mind is at~…

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Honey bunny, do you need to talk? I'm here for you

thank you so much for being so sweet… the fact that you took the time to message me already has done so much. i really am lucky to have people who not only like my writing, but have cared about how i’m doing - and i’m doing at least a little better now. time and processing will… definitely be needed, but with what happened this past day and previously i think it’s wrapping up and i’ll be able to process and handle it all.

again, thank you for reaching out to me!

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Being a mod on another imagines blog and just generally seeing other's blogs, I have to admit your writing is absolutely phenomenal! Seriously, the way you weite, it flows so smoothly and just grasps your attention with every word. It's so natural as well, like I doubt you ever took any classes! I'm HEAVILY looking forward to anything your write in the future since it will be probably even more magnificent than how you already write ♡

ah, a fellow imagine/prompt writer (and lover) - kudos to you for running one! i’m sure it’s absolutely wonderful - just like yourself.

and actually it’s true, i really haven’t taken any creative writing classes, i’ll admit;; i’m so happy to hear that my storytelling flows so well for you even so, and am honored that you are looking forward to what i write in the future! it’s utter sweethearts like you that make storytelling all the more worthwhile, and only increase my appreciation and love for this corner of the undertale community. thank you so much for your kind words - i hope you have a lovely day, sweet anon.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Thank you for your writing and your kindness! On top of being a phenomenal writer you are so very considerate of your followers and I want you to know you're very much appreciated. I grin every time I see an update from you honestly. I hope you keep a folder with screenshots of these messages for your bad days, because you deserve every single one of those good words! Take care and I hope you have a lovely day, Night.

ohhhh my, this one was so kind that i’m still blushing, honestly...

so truly... thank you, and i hope that i can continue to bring even just a little happiness to you with what i write, and that you have a lovely day as well.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

nIGHT !!! im so excited !!! out of curiosity, when will u update speakeasy soul? not that i'm rushing u !!! i'm just so in love with the fic i'm so excited !!! u r such a great writer, okay? love u and ur work !!! so much !!! ~tEm

aw tem, thank you so much, heh.

should everything go as i’m hoping it will, i should have a very special sort of update for you all sometime next week. i’ll work hard to get it out to you all asap. ^^

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Hey Night, I just read your last post. And I'm so sorry, I know exactly what you're going through. We had to put down our oldest kitty last year. She'd been with us for so long I couldn't remember when she wasn't apart of the family. So I know how much your heart's probably hurting right now. I just wanted to send you some love and sympathy.

thank you so, so very much for reaching out to me. your words and everyone else’s... they’ve helped more than i can describe with how this day has gone. i’m so sorry to hear that you lost your sweet kitty last year - i’m sending you so much love right back, because i know that even with time, you still miss them so very much.

thankfully, writing helps me process in a lot of ways - but i’ll be sure to not push too hard. still, i love being able to share these little story pieces with you all, so i hope to be able to pick back up with my more normal speed soon.

i’d also like to just take a moment here to additionally thank @awesometurtletails, @sesrins-symphony, @charmingcreep, @darkcrystaldemon, and @messedupessy for your sweet messages on my post earlier. i appreciate and love you all so very much, and cannot say thank you enough for taking a moment out of your days to be so kind.

i’ll be posting a little something in a few minutes after replying to a couple more messages - just a little experiment with writing/creating something expanded in a different way than i’ve tried before. hope you all like it.

[nighttimelights-prompted]

just wanted to make a quick post for you sweethearts -

i’m sorry for my several days of inactivity/unresponsiveness here... i’ve had some difficult personal/family things come up that i’ve had to navigate, and it seems to be coming to a head in that this afternoon we’re having to put the dog my family has had for over 15 years down. i’m in my 20s, so i’m... well. i knew it was coming, to say the least. i’ve been the one doing a lot of the day-to-day care with her for a while now so... i’m at least a little prepared. still, i need just a bit to process and handle this so... i’ll be back tomorrow, okay? i’ll respond to your sweet messages and post another prompt i had in the works then.

in the meantime, take care of yourselves, and have a lovely night. <3

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Alright, lovely. I would *love* to see US Sans rig up Reader in Shibari. The teasing... the mischievousness... the pleasure. Also, shibari is just so beautiful. I'd love to see it through your eyes.

(alright it took me far too long to be able to get to post this one, but i’m quite happy to say that i’ve been able to fulfill this request for you… and may i thank you for requesting it in the first place? to be able to indulge in something like this… well, let’s just say that i hope it lives up to any expectations.

(and now, a general CONTENT WARNING! I’ve placed the entirety of this post’s main content under a readmore because it is very NSFW. continue at your own acknowledgement of that~!)

(and one last additional note in general - while i usually write in a way that leaves a lot up to you as the reader re imagination, i do more clearly designate the reader here as a having breasts & a vagina, so just a head’s up on that.

Contrary to your expectations, your wrists were not the first thing Blue bound… and this was all the more teasing for it.

His skull brushed against the crook of your neck as he made another loop around you of the treated rope he was so deft-handed with. His other hand slipped along your arm, beckoning you to lift it with the slightest firm touch, allowing him to pass the jute under your arm to slip back along your back. He pulled back with a chuckle as a slight protesting breath escaped you.

“SHHH,  MY DEAREST… YOU ARE IN GOOD HANDS, ARE YOU NOT?”

As he spoke, he tucked the rope in, around, looped once more around a different pass of rope - and his other hand slipped over your chest, resting just below your collarbone - before he tugged you back just shy of roughly, pulling a gasp from you in the mere inch of space you had before your back met his chest.

Your eyelids fluttered as you tilted your head just slightly towards him, remembering to find your words. “Y-yes, of course…”

He nuzzled the vulnerable line of your neck, his seemingly unneeded breath ghosting over your bare skin as he chuckled once again. “GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU AGREE…”

You bit your lip as he made another binding pass with the rope, now allowing your rigging to include a tight line under your breast. The rope bit into your skin, a steady and binding presence that smelled faintly of a strange, heady richness and was carefully treated by Blue himself to be smooth and clear of outright abrasion.

Your fingers twitched on your thighs as you fought the urge to beg for his wandering touch to wander further.

Blue didn’t miss that.

“PATIENCE WEARING THIN ALREADY, DEARHEART…?”

His hands didn’t slow as they passed the rope around you again, his bare fingertips smoothing against your skin as he tied another knot, adding to the forming webbed line of them lining your spine in two columns.

“YOU KNOW YOU ONLY HAVE TO GIVE THE SIGN…”

Hands unwavering, but gentling just slightly, he trailed his touch to mirror the binding of your breasts. Slowly, with only just enough pressure to alert you of his touch, his palm ghosted over your nipple. You inhaled, your breath catching in your throat.

With his touch still slowing, the most careful of caresses as if he was worshipping your very form, you leaned back into him, tilting your head just enough to brush your forehead to the side of his.

“Don’t stop… please.”

Your request, your plea, sent an admissive thrill through you as you let yourself fall deeper into your role with him here and now, your trust unwavering as you caught the edge of his mouth perk upwards.

“AS YOU WISH, MY LOVE.”

His hand lifted to your jawline and he dragged you better towards him, claiming your lips in a heated, domineering kiss. His other hand, still gripping the rope, trailed down your side. Bone met skin in a heated slide of sensation, the rope following his movements as he met the crest of your hip and dipped lower, his teeth nipping at your lip as his fingers slipped over your thigh. A small moan made its way out of you. His fingers dug into your thigh, his grip unwavering as he raked his hold over your inner thighs, not quite close enough to the desperate need you had long-since built.

With a teasing taste of your lips with his summoned tongue, he released you from your kiss. Left struggling for air and drugged with desire, you sat pliant and willing in his hold as he resumed his rope work. Your ties now webbed and secured clear down to your waist, he stood from his work, his rope let looser in his hand to allow him room to move.

You remained loosely crosslegged on the floor, the plush carpet beneath you helping to insulate your naked form from any threatening cold. Still the goosebumps crept over you, insistent despite the flames Blue had been stoking in you without mercy. Knowing of your role, and so very, very willing to please him, you didn’t move as he slowly circled you. He wore only his low-slung and well-fitting sleeping pants now, snug enough to be out of his way, comfortable enough to provide no resistance and only serve to add to the sensations  when the contrastingly soft texture brushed against you. Your eyes tracked his movements for as long as you could, catching the pleased narrowing of his eye, delighting in his presence as he leaned in and tested certain knots - finding all of them impeccably done, of course.

As he circled back around you, you could no longer see him, so your eyes drifted down, catching on your own body, on the gentle but dark shadows cast where the surrounding low light of the room could not reach. Without shifting your head you could not see much of the ropes that bound you, but you were deeply aware of them with every breath you took, the expanding of your lungs limited just barely by the perfectly placed jute.

The next moment, a soft cloth slipped over your eyes. Gently placed and tightly secured, it blocked out any hope of further sight, and shot your senses of hearing and touch into overdrive.

Blue proved this as one of his hands slipped over the nape of your neck and leaned down til he was able to speak at your ear.

“I WANT YOU TO REMEMBER EVERY MOMENT OF THIS… MY TOUCH ON YOUR BODY, MY ROPES BINDING YOU TIGHT, EVERY SENSATION OF THIS FURTHER RAISED FOR YOUR LACK OF SIGHT AND FOR YOUR SWEET, BLESSED TRUST IN ME…”

Any hope of reply was lost as he shifted his hand a little lower and pushed you down, allowing your weight to shift until you were bent nearly double, your legs in a kneeling form beneath you.

Comforting, prickling darkness surrounded you as your senses desperately scrambled to maintain a grip on your awareness. The carpet below your legs grounded you just barely as the shift in your posture raised a new tightening hold to your rigging, the knots lining your spine pressing against tightening muscles in such a fierce sort of pleasurable so concentrated it edged pain, mirroring the sensation of the other knots behind your neck, around your breasts, along your sternum…

The smooth, lightly-pitted texture of his phalanges trailed a new concentrated awareness along the line of your arms as he slowly slipped to lift them, his grip coming to rest at your wrists, and without the slightest hint of hesitation even within your subconscious you complied with his hold, letting your hands meet at the base of your spine.

His rope brushed against your skin anew, all your heated-hazy yet entranced focus at his steady movements at your wrists, binding them together, knotting them without room to budge, just tight enough to where you had no need to even attempt testing them to know they were immoveable.

His touch left you then, and you felt you nearly could have whimpered for its loss. Still, echoes of his touch were precisely what bound you now… concentrated pressure along each knot, binding grips for each doubled, tripled length, an extension of his touch, the touch you craved even in this sweet darkness he had bound you in…

Time had no meaning at this point. Seconds could have been minutes, minutes could have been seconds. Your mind was almost drunkenly at a willing loss, lost in the hold he had over you, your core desperate in its sensual imaginations of what look he may have on his face as he watched you there, bound and prone by his hand.

His grip was then at the binds of your wrists without warning, a directed tug up leading you to gasp and lift your hips upwards with his motion. His other hand slipped up your back and pressed there, keeping your chest downwards as you naturally shifted to allow your legs to spread and support your shifted weight in his hold.

Every one of your nerves flared with the awareness that you had fully presented your wet core to him.

“… MY GODDESS,” Blue whispered. His voice was firm, reverent, as careful and insistent as the rope at your skin. His hands shifted once again, one trailing to your hip as the other caressed your bonds. “I WOULD GIVE YOU THE STARS THEMSELVES…”

The hand at your hip wandered further, caressing the curve of your ass before dipping to your inner thigh, his touch feather light.

“ANYTHING TO ANCHOR YOU HERE WITH ME…”

His fingers brushed over your clitoris, dragging a soft moan from you.

“YES, THAT’S IT, DEARHEART.”

Slow, tantalizing circles, now, his index and middle finger surrounding  it, his pressure increasing as fiery electricity shot through you, invisible fireworks bursting behind your eyes at the stimulation.

“LET YOURSELF GO.”

At your slick entrance you felt the large, buzzing warmth of his cock, magically conjured, perfectly situated. Without a moment of hesitation in his ministrations at your clit, he slid slowly into you, pulling gasps and a deep, breathless moan from you as he stretched you, filled you, his ropes binding you in place, your face against the floor, every point of you drug under his deft-handed spell.

“I WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR EVERY PLEASURE.”

[nighttimelights-prompted]

I just wanna thank you for indulging us with your writing. I came home from work last night and saw the uf grillby/reader and it just sucked the stress out of me. Your writing is such a treat, you don't even know. Thank you so much. The undertale fandom is so lucky to have you.

stars, i won’t lie, i nearly teared up at this. sweet anon, you deserve every measure of happiness you can get - and i’m so, so very happy to hear that i could provide even just a little of that for you.

honestly, i feel so lucky to be a part of the undertale fandom - while any fandom has its bumps and rough terrain, this has across the board been the community of fans i’ve been most happy to be a part of. you all especially, for happening across my little corner of writing and silly passion for these characters (and their au selves)... i’m so grateful for you all, and absolutely feel like it’s me who is lucky here.