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So Much Goddamn Talkin’

Joel Miller x Black F!Reader

Summary: Sometimes Joel has to quiet the noise in your head. Luckily he’s quite good at that.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, post outbreak—Jackson era, mutual pining, friends to lovers vibe, established relationship, some mentions of anxiety, feelings and fluff, competency kink, soft dom!joel vibes, smut: oral (both receiving), fingering, soft intense PiV, unprotected sex, praise kink, daddy kink, come marking

*reader is written and described as black but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!

Word Count: 6k

Currently obsessed with the thought of older, domestic Joel in a relationship and couldn’t stop myself from getting carried away! Enjoy!

It wasn’t like this was the first time you’d ever spoken to Joel.

On the contrary, what had started as a timid friendship became something else entirely with one spontaneous kiss that only the stars bore witness to that night. 

A silly dream of romance had landed right in your lap despite the crumbling of the old world behind you, taking everything with it and yet they took your breath away constantly, like a whirlwind, two grounding anchors were now tethered to your heart and their names were Joel and Ellie. 

So why were you so nervous? 

Sighing softly, you decided to blame it on the watchful glances Joel was giving you from across the yard, distracting you from the book you were reading. Eye contact with him could feel like the most searing heat, spreading like wildfire and at the same time the deepest depths of comfort. 

Not always being a man of many words, the things he could express with a simple look or the weight of a hand fascinated you, made you fall so dangerously hard and with a certainty you’d never felt before. 

Therefore you reasoned it simply couldn’t be your fault for being distracted and wanting him so much right now. Not when he made you feel this way without even having to try very hard. 

You just needed to take a moment to soak it all in, a blooming hope carried in on the breeze now that it was the beginning of spring in Jackson, the wildflowers and planted seeds starting to sprout, and the soil and your own souls teeming with life after so long spent just surviving. Now there was space for healing. 

Space for you to sit in the rocking chair Joel had worked on for months as a birthday present to you, or watch him get around to all the house projects (because once a contractor always a contractor) and strum out the prettiest chords on his guitar late in the evenings out on the porch. 

This felt more like living and you never wasted a moment to covet it. 

“You’re doing an awful lot of staring, Miller.” You looked up from the same page for the fifth time to catch him already looking your way. 

He blinked and put another nail into the wood post he was working on. 

“Hm, well damn right I am when you look the way you do. Now if I told you it’s been at least ten minutes since you’ve turned a page in that book you just might have to admit you’ve been starin’ too.” 

There was that little smirk you knew so well, dancing on his lips as if he knew just how much it would drive you crazy, the confirmation that you hadn’t been subtle in the slightest either. 

“Well, you’re out here giving me a show.” You make a point to turn to the next page then, looking away before he could throw you a look at the sass in your tone. 

He was right of course but what he didn’t know was that reading had started all this to begin with. 

The tattered novel had been a surprise find on a patrol one day and came with an unexpected eroticism, bits of dialogue and tantalizing imagery on the page you were stuck on making your mind wander and wonder. 

It’s why you felt a little nervous, caught off guard, suddenly wishing you were in bed and underneath him. 

He flashes his teeth at you, that smirk widening into a smile at your reply, his attention returning to the tools in his hands but your own continued to linger. Remembering. 

A few nights before in particular, when he was fucking into you so deep you had to bite the sheets to keep your moans down. You could still picture the definition of his arms as they cradled you and kept the headboard from colliding into the wall at the same time. 

Or how good you knew it felt when his broad palms swat across your ass, never failing to make you yield to him with such eagerness. 

You wished you could have your hands on him now, petting, feeling, showing him how much he was desired and cared for, how much you wanted to be filled by him, stretched out and aching with nothing but his name in your mind and on the tip of your tongue for hours.

Those stray thoughts had you turning back a page, leaning into the slow burning fire lit underneath you. 

Still unsure of how to initiate these desires, you didn’t want to distract him from something he’d been trying to get around to doing for awhile and at the same time felt a thrill at the idea of tugging him away, leading him to bed. 

With some hesitation you decided to bide your time for a bit longer, getting caught up in words that made you squirm imagining Joel doing and saying them. 

God, you weren’t sure how much more of this you could keep up, feeling the slick pooling of arousal between your thighs, the way you wanted to grind against nothing already. 

Joel finished repairing the post in no time and moved on to patch up a hole in the wall of the old shed, unaware of your internal dilemma. 

Eventually he gathered up his tools and stored them away, told you he was gonna head in and wash up but that you should keep relaxing out here for as long as you wanted and he’d get started on preparing things for dinner later. 

He left you with a kiss to your temple and the lingering familiarity of his touch. Handsome and sweet, he was going to be the death of you. 

Your mind felt too restless to keep sitting but you took him up on the suggestion just for awhile longer, trying to find the right way to move things in the direction you wanted. Family dinner wasn’t for another four hours and Ellie would be here a bit early but there was still time and you wanted to make the most of it. 

So you finished off another chapter and finally closed the novel, ushered inside with the echo of birdsongs and the steady thumping of your heart in your ribs. 

–

Joel had been so sure you hadn’t noticed his repeated stares as much as he’d noticed yours, bowing his head under the warm spray of the shower he could only think of how pretty you looked sitting there while he worked, fond of the fact that you liked to be next to him even if he was occupied.  

At first he couldn’t wrap his head around it and was almost too unnerved and bewildered by the fact that you took such an interest. 

Not at all used to someone touching him or looking at him like he was their entire world but that’s the only way you looked at him and as much as he had tried to be measured, tried not to get attached, he had come around to the idea of a relationship again. 

Loving people was frightening, something he felt he’d lost the ability to do properly after all these years, all the blood staining his hands and his conscience.

He had lost so much, seen too much death and feared he would only bring ruin, that he would lose her too, until you came along and turned everything he thought he knew on its head. 

Oh what secrets and stories of loss he had told you in the quiet of night, when old nightmares and new guilts collided and kept him from sleeping though that was much less these days now that you slept by his side every night. 

It had been a long time since he’d shared his bed and now it made him smile thinking of how natural it felt to wake up next to you, how easy it was to be around you, in the quiet moments he could see how the foundations you’d both built together had been made solid and steadfast over time. 

Silly to think how he fretted over ruining his friendship with you all that time ago, the way everyone was sick of him in the days leading up to when he would finally ask if you were interested because they all knew he had nothing to worry about and those worries in his head were swiftly put to rest when you tugged at his shirt to pull him closer and asked what had taken him so long.

He’d never forget that moment. 

Joel thought then that this was the moment he knew but quickly learned there would actually be a collection of moments–several times a day–that would remind him just how hooked on you he really was.

Like the times he showed his age and your sweet giggles and clever retorts always followed soon after, or how much he’s come to love the summertime because your brown skin basked in the sunlight is like art to him and he relishes every chance he gets to see you exactly as you are.

You brought a fullness and meaning to life here, encouraging him to slow down, to breathe. Taking care of one another made him stronger, nourished in ways he didn’t think were possible.  

“Honey.”

He grits the word out like he’s trying to call you up here, reminded of how lucky he felt to have you, to be so connected.

Watching you walk around batting your eyes acting like you don’t know that it’s the pretty, round edges of your nose, the smile lines, the plush of your hips and that glowing thing inside you beating in your chest that drives him crazy. 

Simply put, he was impressed by you. Constantly. You could handle yourself, skilled in your own right, already handy with weapons long before he was in your life and even more proficient now, deadly, with the things he’d taught you since. 

You were resourceful and calm in tricky situations or when quick medical training was needed and yet none of the carnage of infected and worse terrors ever changed the soft way you tended to people, almost like you couldn’t help but give a little extra love. 

And you had certainly spared many an ounce of that love for him; he’d forgotten how good it felt to smile this much over someone, can’t remember the last time he felt this way and definitely can’t remember the last time he’s seen his Ellie look at someone with such admiration either. 

Everything about you captured his attention and he was grateful to be able to live some sort of life again after so much heartache, after believing he could never have these kinds of things for himself. 

Those hands of his could scorch the Earth but you made him understand they could build things too, could show love and give pleasure just as well and just as fiercely. 

Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job of it. 

All he knew was that he never wanted to let you go and that was enough for him. 

–

When you venture into the bedroom you find him getting dressed, hair tousled from being towel dried, another wave of aching bloomed in your core as you thank yourself for having nudged him into letting it grow out a bit during the colder months. 

He looked so handsome doing nothing at all in particular you were sure you’d implode if you didn’t just come out with it, you just hope he wouldn’t mind doing some undressing again. 

“Hey, honey.” 

His voice was low and gentle, the familiar pet name in his usual smooth rasp made you stride forward, sending you surging into his arms so that you were squished against his chest. He tilted his head at you just slightly in question before you were pressing your lips to his.

Your mouths met so tenderly at first, fingertips bursting with a nervous energy as they reached for his shirt, grasping needily as you lost yourself in the slow ease of the way he kissed you back.

But a little spark of anxiety makes you tense, overthinking the kiss, feeling a little silly for just how turned on you were, how much he could see it written all over you, dripping quite literally in desperation even if you tried to reason with yourself that you knew there wasn’t anything wrong with that. 

“J-Joel…shit,” you whined and huffed through sloppy kisses, slowly finding yourself being walked backwards and held firm against the closest wall, “Oh…we don’t have to do this if-” 

“The hell are you goin’ on about?” Joel grumbled against the column of your neck and all ability to articulate went out the window.

Rationally you knew it was a pretty good indication he wasn’t bothered by the spontaneity from the way those strong hands of his were already underneath your shirt, pinching almost in the haste to grip your flesh but you were already overthinking and it held persistent. 

“Just…if you’re tired, I understand. We can wait till tonight. I don’t want you to feel obligated.” Your words were huffed out in nervous gasps, trying to will your knees not buckle when his scruff teased a swipe across your jaw. 

Joel pulled back then so you’d have to look at him, knowing the anxious flit of your lashes well. 

He knew what to watch for, patient when you needed reassurance that you were free to run wild with your desires, that he was never tired of having you bare and wrapped around him at any hour of the day but this was of no consequence, he’d make sure you knew where he stood.

Shaking his head, he doesn’t give you more than a moment to suck in a breath before his hands leave your waist to hold your face. 

“So much goddamn talkin’, sweetheart,” the words are a heavy growl against your lips in between heavier kisses, “Think I need to remind you of some things and put those thoughts out of your mind, yeah?” 

Your whole body felt hot, flushed with desire and aching for whatever he was going to do to remind you, nodding before your tongue could catch up with your agreeing thoughts. 

“Let me show you.” Joel caged you in against the wall, broad shoulders blocking everything else out. 

The steady rise and fall of his chest became your focal point and new arousal sparked at his attentiveness, so easily able to soothe, to make you unravel for him. 

“Please, I want you so much.” Your softly sighed plea turned into a whine when you were crushed to his chest again and this time there were no reservations to the embrace.

He was so good at this, making you burn for him so often you wondered sometimes how you were able to get anything done.

Hungry fingers pushed the collar of his flannel back, jeans already unbuttoned for your wandering attention to latch onto and he encouraged it with a push of his hips against yours. 

It’s an easy movement, dropping to your knees like you’ve done a hundred times before to see how just a simple kiss already had him stiff and straining against denim, teasing the kind of thickness you so badly wanted to fill your throat with. 

Your mouth watered, fingers outstretched to wrap around hot skin the moment his cock was free, unable to stop yourself now. Joel’s rough sigh following the steady pump of your hands made you glance up, meeting the intensity of his gaze and you held it there for a moment before your tongue was tasting him. 

“Look at you...already have it in your mouth like the quick learner you are,” He hissed through his teeth and you could feel where he throbs against the hollow of your cheek. 

Pride swells in your chest from the praise, knowing the tone of his voice meant the restrained edge of patience from letting you tease him back was slipping.

You could feel it in the flex of muscle underneath your hands where they’re braced on his thighs and you hoped he was proud watching your lips stretch around him, head bobbing nice and easy the way you know he liked it.

You’re unconcerned with being neat about it, slicking him up with your mouth and still trying to take him deeper, trying to take all of him in fact. 

You liked to flirt with dreams of your nose being pressed snug against Joel’s pelvis, wanted to feel him through your entire chest even if burned because there was sweetness in being deprived of oxygen like that. Call it an unwavering trust. 

You gave in to the feeling and kept your eyes focused upwards on him, trying to relax your jaw despite all the anticipation, happy to let him take control. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Stay just like that.” 

Listening is hardly even a thought when you’ve hung onto his every word, every movement, not minding the strain in your jaw as he rocked his hips into the wet heat of your mouth. Tongue swirling over his shaft, the thick head of him, desperate to earn it, to make him curse and growl out your name. 

The pressure of his fingers against your jaw and then the back of your head had you moaning, trying to speak while he fucks your mouth. 

“P-please, make me take it.” Your heart lept with each languid thrust of his hips sliding deep so he could feel the softening of your throat.

He’d give you whatever you asked for when you whimpered like that. 

Firm and sweet was his grip, raspy grunts and cursed out praises that flowed from his mouth even sweeter to your ears as your tongue slid over the soft, sensitive head of his cock and back down the length of him. 

You’re insatiable and any anxious thoughts still rattling around in your mind were quickly fading, replaced with his touch, his smell, his taste. The salty smear on your taste buds had you pressing your thighs together, craving relief.

“Good girl, yeah that’s it. Startin’ to understand now, sweetheart?” 

Your head tipped forward and the only response you could give was a heady moan, doing your best to nod knowing how much he’d like seeing that, the tears already welling along your lashes from the effort but you didn’t mind.

Knowing you made him tip his head back, a heavy palm braced against the wall above your head while he grunted out curses and filthier praise made you feel a dozen more times ravenous, encouraging him to keep going with sloppy, wet whimpers that were barely held back from your kiss swollen lips, stretched over every thick inch of him you could take. 

“Love watching you choke on it, honey. Fuck that's good, show me how much you can fit.” 

The sight of him is something you hoped to never forget, searching for and finding the slight snarl of his lips when the tip hits the back of your mouth and the flex of his biceps when you slide your tongue around to lick the underside of him. 

Joel could barely hold himself back, the urge to bury himself in your throat almost overwhelming but he wanted more than that, he wanted to reward you for listening so well, for how much you make him feel.  

It had been building all day and he knew you had to feel it too. He was loath to pull you off his cock, an ache through his chest at your desperate cries from the loss of contact but he was quick to remedy that with a searing kiss.  

You melt and are grateful your knees are already on the floor when your tongue meets his. It was so messy, hungry and neither of you cared. 

“Get on the bed. Go on, darlin’.” Joel’s voice sounded like warm syrup, covering you in adoring instruction, taking you and leading you where he knows is best. 

And god do you love when he was in this mood, nothing but a filthy edge to his affections. 

So you complied, ignoring the twinge in your tummy as you moved to the bed, sprawling out across sheets that smell like the both of you. 

He watches you get comfortable, loosening a few buttons and those jeans finally discarded on the floor before the distance is closed and he’s all over you. 

Every touch and caress was intentional as he undresses like he’s unwrapping a present, greedy for all of you but so passionate, so easily able to steal your breath at the same time, slowing down the tempo now that your legs have fallen open and there’s nothing left covering you. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy…and she’s all mine.” Joel admires you for a moment, firm hands tickling your thighs while his thumbs circled the soft, sensitive junction of your thigh so close to where you wanted him most. 

The praise has you sighing breathlessly, peeking down to see the way he was looking at where you glisten, a sureness to his features that made you feel safe all while the clench of his jaw sent goosebumps across your arms.

You want to echo that he’s right but he doesn’t let you have the chance, a broad palm sliding down over the hair covering your mound, tugging at it gently before two thick fingers are swirling over your folds. 

Muscles jolting, you were rocking up into a touch that is so expert and familiar you are helpless against it.

“Joel, oh! That feels so good,” You’re panting, trying to catch your breath while your body responds to the tight circles he was rubbing against your clit.

“Yeah? ‘Can tell. You’re so slick, honey. Did suckin’ me off get you this worked up?” 

Your nod is pure reflex, hips grinding against his movements needing to chase the pleasure that was slowly oozing its way into your system. 

It’s only something he can do and he’s so steady, so thorough with you even as you squirm, those two fingers now stroking at your entrance eliciting sounds that sparked heat in your cheeks and spread down to your chest. 

You want to be as connected to him as you can, almost pleading for him to sink inside you already just desperate to feel completely surrounded by him. 

And Joel can’t seem to grasp enough of you under his hands, gone for the way you cling to him as he fits his middle finger inside, marveling at the way your walls take him in. 

He would never get over your strangled little cry at being stretched around his knuckles. 

“I asked a question, lemme hear you.” He spoke a little more loosely, his Texan drawl slightly heavier now. 

“Yes, yes,” you’re remembering yourself after a moment, “Fuck, yes I love sucking your dick.” 

The words are shameless, falling from your lips as a promise, a proclamation that you know he feels the weight of when he leans in to kiss you again, muffling your sounds while he slides a second finger in alongside the first that’s filling you so perfectly. 

Any concept of time or day is somewhere in the background muted, far away and suddenly you know you’re right where you should be, right where you belong, no traces of anxious thoughts lurking any longer.   

You could sink into these sensations now, enjoying how his kisses had moved to your neck exploring the sensitive spots and smiling against your skin when a new one is found because he loves feeling you clench around him when he does. 

It’s a gift to Joel, being able to draw out this kind of bliss in you. 

He wanted you to feel good, wanted to be the one to make your world shatter and then piece it back together again when you came down to the ground. 

Your eyes rolled shut when he plunged deeper, the pads of his fingers massaging at your walls in tandem with what his mouth was doing between the valley of your chest and further down to where your stomach fluttered. 

Somewhere in the haze of it all you realize his mouth was at your thighs, the white hot touch of his lips closing around a stretch of supple flesh bringing another wave of heat before he’s licking gently, bruising a mark into your skin that only he will know is there later. 

“I could spend hours like this, you know that? Could have you makin’ such a pretty mess all over my hands, all over our bed…and I know you love when I do this.” Joel husks before he’s finally tasting you properly. 

He starts at your clit, tongue flattened against you in anticipation of the inevitable flex of your legs, determined to keep you right where he wants and you’re already so far gone for him and this moment that your head tilts back against the pillows in a gasp. 

You feel almost weightless as you succumb to the pleasure and how he presses his mouth into your pussy like he wants to devour it. You’re sure you’d let him swallow you whole if it kept feeling like this. 

It’s not even a question really, you know you would, until you’re between sinew and bone and part of him forever. 

The plunge and curl of his fingers combined with the flick of his tongue had you panting, heat skittering across your body while your hips circled on their own accord.

“More! Please, Joel!” It’s a chant and a sob all rolled in one and you don’t care how needy it sounds. 

He keeps going, lapping at your sex greedily until you’re clenching down around his fingers and your toes are curling, crying out for him not to stop as you hurtle towards the cliff’s edge.

Skin dewy and alive, you decide that you don’t want to spare anything, not when he’s watching you as hungrily as he eats. 

You give him all your sounds, all your pleas, handing him your body and your heart at once. 

It’s amazing how it doesn’t take long for him to have you so close, right at the precipice, forgoing his own breaths to keep pace, to give you what your body is singing out for and when you finally let go, when your orgasm is finally coaxed from you he only presses his face into you further, drawing out every bit of pleasure he could in hopes of seeing that soft sweet look in your eyes afterwards.

“Attagirl, doin so well.” The words are a tether. 

He’d take care of you and that’s perhaps what made it so easy to surrender yourself to the passion of the moment knowing it would linger long after you were both spent. 

“Mmm you should see yourself right now,” Joel hummed, licking his lips while you attempted to catch your breath, “I always want you, don’t forget that yeah?” 

The last part catches your attention through the curtain of bliss, a serious shift in his tone telling you that he meant every word; you had no reason to second guess yourself over your desires and he was making sure of that. 

You nodded and sat up to reach for him, nevermind how you still trembled, your desire to be close to him was stronger than ever now. 

“I need you, Joel! Please, I’ve been so good…” Your words tug at him, you can tell they do by the way he ruts his hips against the edge of the bed. 

He crushed his mouth to yours before you could finish speaking, a much welcome relief, the burning flame inside you quelled for a moment. 

“Sure have been, honey and I think good girls should be rewarded.” He nipped at your ear, stealing your breath with his words. 

And even further when his flannel joined his jeans on the floor, climbing back onto the bed to follow the path of your body with his own, framing your limbs and wrapping you up in his embrace like you were made to fit against his chest. 

Your legs fall open again to wrap around his waist as he settles some of his weight down against your hips, just giving you a taste, calling back memories and reminding you, funnily enough, of that novel you were reading earlier. 

It felt like you were suddenly amongst the pages, chest heaving, your core tender and dripping as the man of your dreams was about to show you how much you’re his in every way.

Fairytales didn’t exist in this world but you felt like you were in one right now.

A giddy and timid smile spread across your face when Joel trailed warm hands down your body, catching on the bend of your elbow, wrapping around your ribcage to settle on the crest of your ass as he puts more of his weight down and uses his shoulders to nudge your legs apart and back towards your chest. 

The air felt thicker but your breathing seemed to even out, everything in your body thrumming with energy and an intensity neither of you could ignore any longer. 

Reaching down between your bodies you wrap a hand around where he’s thick and throbbing, guiding him closer with a soft smile, feeling how heavy he hangs in your hand, fingers pinching his skin when he rocks against your folds, the dirty sounds of his cock gliding through your stickiness. 

Joel groans against your forehead, holding himself steady as your hips buck into his touch, the tip pressing against your entrance and finally, slowly, sinking inside. 

Your moans are twined together in the quiet room. The stretch makes you keen, hands fumbling and grasping at strong shoulders, grateful he lets you have a moment to adjust. 

But it’s not long before you’re squirming again, whining for him to go deeper, to fill you to the hilt and he made good on his promises to do exactly that. 

He keeps your hips tilted up with the press of his palm underneath you, meeting little resistance the more he splits you open and it does something to him to see how much of a mess you are and he’s barely fucked you yet. 

“You can do it, know you can…there you go.” Joel pulls back to give a shallow thrust, lips brushing your temple and a hand coming up to cradle your cheek. 

The drag of his cock against your walls was everything, steady thrusts building up the tension coiling in your belly, fantasies from your novel melding with reality.

You felt like you were floating, your toes pointing when he changed the angle, brushing against a spot that had you crying out, ankles trying to lock around his torso.

Pressing heavier and faster with his hips however, your legs stay spread, the beginnings of a tremble rippling through your muscles now that he’s caught on. 

His pace remained measured and deep, just the way you were begging for it, and he’s content to watch your brows pinch, your jaw slacken, content to hear every gasp of air and pretty sobs  mixed in with your moans driving him crazy every time they slip from clenched teeth. 

“Shit, I love watching you take me like this.” He cooed. 

You can feel the heavy slap of his balls colliding with your ass when he pounds into you again and soon your hands slip from sweaty skin, scratching down his chest to pull at the sheets, so overwhelmed with feeling but never wanting it to stop.

“Daddy...Please, please keep going.”

You’re so caught up in the moment you don’t realize you’ve said it out loud, glassy eyes moving up from where you were trying to peek between your bodies to meet Joel’s careful gaze, only half registering how they widen for a moment. 

He’s taken aback for just a second, almost questioning whether he heard it correctly but something’s been knocked loose within him now, his cock twitching from the reverence and adoration in your tone, bestowing him with a title he suddenly wanted to earn. 

Joel was a grown man and had lived through many hells to be able to have you bare and underneath him like this, he reasoned he deserved to have a little fun in the bedroom especially when he hadn’t expected to be so affected.

“Ah so that’s what you’ve been reading in that book of yours. Just wanted Daddy to fuck you all day is that it, sweetheart? Yeah, I gotcha now.” He rasped low against the crook of your neck and started to fuck you harder. 

His grip on you was less gentle but still just as passionate, the force of his thrusts stealing your ability to think properly. He wanted to make you say it again. 

The burning in your cheeks only subsided a little at his acceptance, more heat flooding you from head to toe at being called out, wondering how he knew it was something you read in your novel, if it had been that obvious. 

It didn’t matter now, you see where his dark eyes have narrowed, ready to make you come again with this newfound discovery. 

So you try and be good for him while you moan and clench down on his length, your pussy swollen and aching but tingling for everything he could give you, “Yes, daddy! Just…oh! I couldn’t help it. Thank you, daddy!” 

He knows you’re close, a familiar frenzy to your breathing, the slick wet sounds between your legs, it’s everything he dreams of and more, torn between watching your face as you come or watching the way his cock shines with your release. 

With a few more strokes and the soft rubbing of his thumb against your clit you shatter, face pressing against the meat of his shoulder while you ride it out, feeling weightless in his embrace. 

It makes you giggle when you can’t keep your head up any longer, neck lolling back against the pillow where he cradles your head in his hands, keeping you in place as he finds his own release swiftly after yours, pulling out to cover your puffy folds in hot ropes of his come. 

You would never tire of being made a mess, even if you knew you’d be sore tomorrow, nothing quite ever beat the feeling of being fucked out like the way Joel could have you.

“Baby…” you’re breathless and bursting with emotion, “Thank you for that. Think I really needed it,” You laugh against his chest and sigh.

You’re almost too nervous still to look at him after your slip of the tongue but you know deep down there’s nothing you have to be worried about. 

“Of course, honey. Anytime, and I mean that.” 

–

You’re not sure how much time has passed, drifting in and out of a dreamy slumber still cradled against Joel, only now you realize you’ve been cleaned up and tucked under the covers but you don’t mind, you know you can simply lay here and soak it all in, he would take care of you. 

Racing thoughts no longer buzz around in your head, all you can feel and see is Joel and you smile to yourself knowing the intimacy you just shared still lingered in your body, love etched in your fingertips where they’re laced in his hand against his stomach. 

His lips press against your temple and you close your eyes again letting yourself be swept away with the sweet drawl of an “I love you.” in your ears and the gentle evening sun warming you both.

—

A/N: This was actually lowkey inspired by that scene where Joel is leading Ellie, Henry and Sam down the street after they come out of the tunnels and Joel just shakes his head and goes “so much goddamn talkin’.’ while looking like an annoyed father because they’re all being too loud…got very hung up on that bit of dialogue and could not let it go so here we are!

Also hope I added the daddy kink bit here in tastefully, it’s a fave of mine and I struggled a bit to think of how to incorporate it in a way that felt real for Joel so I only just dipped my toe in with it here but I hope you liked it! 👀

Thank you for reading <3

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Hmm.

What are you two up to? 💜💙

Where are you carrying the sleepy boy?

What is he dreaming of?

What's on your mind?

Is he heavy?

Is he a squishy, soft teddy bear?

So many questions.

Drabble :

“Carry you in my embrace”

Notes comments:

Thank you so much for this! I love the whole piece so much!

Sans's expression is so soft, serene and beautiful! I love the way you drew him wrapped around me!

I love how I'm holding him!

I love the hair etc.

The colors are also so soft and a beautiful combination.

I love it thank you so much! It gives a soft, beautiful, cozy aura.

As always this is one more beautiful piece of art, that I receive from you!

Each drawing has its own story to tell!

You are an amazing artist and great inspiration! Fudgie! 💙

Thank you so much! 💙

Now unto the Drabble!

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We were sitting on the couch watching TV.

At some point I noticed Sans dozing off.

He couldn't stay awake. I saw his eye sockets closing. His head falling forwards.

I chuckled. Hehe!

How can he be so adorable? He was such an adorable baby boy. A baby girl. A cutie pie! I wanted to squish him mercilessly in my embrace!

He just looks so cute when sleepy.

Okay, he looked masculine and adorable anyway. But even in sleep he looks handsome and adorable!

I shuffled closer and wrapped him in my embrace. He smiled in his sleep.

His cheek bone on my shoulder. I brushed my hair at my back, so they won't bother his face.

We stayed there for some time. Just cuddling.

There were many thoughts on my mind.

One thing is sure tho; that, I loved him so much.

I didn't know what he was dreaming but, I could tell he was happy.

There was a soft shade of blue hue on his cheekbones and a relaxed genuine smile on his face.

As much as I loved cuddling him. I knew, that the couch wasn't comfortable.

I was thinking how to carry him. «Will he wake up? Be scared? How will I lift a well build skeleton man?

... He is all bones. He can't be that heavy. I'll try to lift him. Worse case scenario.. Is that he falls on the couch and me on top of him. I am quite heavy. He doesn't have organs like me. He doesn't have skin like me.. How heavy can he be? Well... Let's find out»

I picked him up softly. He wrapped his bones around me.

Hm.. He wasn't as heavy as I was expecting him to be. Heh! He was a bearable comfortable weight.

I could carry him as I carry a child.

I was surprised I could carry him around with so much ease. Truly fascinating. Heh!

Another thing I loved; is how soft he is. How squishy.

Despite him being made of bones; he was pleasant to touch, hug. Physical contact with him felt incredible.

He was warm, soft, squishy. A teddy bear. I could feel his warm breath on my neck.

I could feel some of my hair touching his face. Heh, our souls were close to each other.

He was content and calm.

I walked upstairs to his room carrying him in my embrace.

Heh, he was doing an effort to keep it as clean as possible.

I laid him in his bed carefully. As I attempted to untangle him.

He took a hold of my clothes and refused to let go.

A soft whine left his teeth.

Welp, okay then. So be it.

I laid next to him and cuddled him closer. I could smell his clothes amd bedsheets. So, his bedsheets smelled like green apple. While his clothes smelled like green soap. It wasn't bad. I.. liked it!

Soon enough I covered ourselves with the weighted blanket he had.

I kissed his mandible and got comfortable next to him. He hummed softly.

I closed my eyes too and joined him for a nap.

"I love you sans!" I whispered.

He smiled and mumbled "i love you too".

The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

[amalia-uwu-writes]

Bad idea/ Leave

Disclaimer: All characters are owned by their own companies. I only write for the characters. I do not write for the real actors/people/athletes. The rights go to the respective owners!

For reasons of privacy I'll give penta's mother and father fictional names. The names are Magdalene /Magda and Julio.

Warnings ⚠️ : light angst, angst

Tags: @windhamsrotunda @earl-01 @dominikmysterio619 @wrestlingwerido36 @wrestling-fangirl93

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One more day... One more day where Fénix bothered Penta and Penta lost his patience. One more day where Fénix blamed Penta. One more day where they argued and upon the argument Fenix took Penta's toy car and threw it at him. Penta obviously ducked his head and the toy broke a vase...

Guess who got in trouble...?

Yes, yes that's right. Penta did. Penta did.

They gasped as both of them saw the vase of flowers falling down and breaking into small pieces.

Their mother entered in "What's going on in here?!" just from the tone of her voice.. They understood... that she wasn't happy. Fénix run and hugged her dress "He broke the vase mommy!"

Magdalene spoke and pointed her index finger at Penta "What did you do again? You are the oldest! You should know, how to behave! What if you get hurt! What if he gets hurt? How can you be so irresponsible!!" she kept speaking and lecturing him. Fenix was holding his mother's dress burying his face in the fabric.

Penta had his arms crossed over his chest. His face upset, annoyed. He looked down and then at her. He had enough..

"How come you always yell at me?! He always gets away with everything. You always blame me! You don't even hear my point of view! Do you love him.. More than you love me? Ever since he came you mostly pay attention to him! He is your favorite! You love him more than you love me!" he yelled fed up with the whole situation and ascended the stairs going to his room.

Fénix felt slightly bad.. He didn't pay much attention though.. «He would get over it.. He always does..» he thought. He let go of his mother's dress. Magdalene looked up and sighed.

His father Julio came some seconds later "what happened? What's all this noise? I can hear you from outside!"

Magdalene had just finished gathering the broken pieces and collecting the red roses that had scattered all over the floor.

She got up "Penta broke the vase, I talked to him and he left". Fénix was sitting quietly and drawing on the table, all the while seeing upstairs. He felt slightly bad about what had happened..

"Did you see him breaking it? Did you really had to behave like this for a vase? He has every right to be upset you know I love our kids but I am fair. If fenix is at fault, I will punish him. Im not gonna blame Penta for it and vice versa. You can't blame him for everything Magdalene..

So what? What if he is the oldest?! He is still a child. Magdalene... I don't understand what's wrong with you now lately. You know that I am here to talk about anything that bothers you .. You can't unleash your stress on our children.. ".

She lowered her head "You're right.. It's been a rough week I guess.." she looked at him guilt in her eyes.

"Everything will be okay! I'm here.." Julio put his hand on her shoulder.

She smiled softly yet sadly "I was too harsh to him.. I'll.. I'll go talk to him". She attempted to go upstairs. "Wait! Don't go! Not yet!" his voice slightly stern. She listened and nodded her head. She went to the kitchen to continue her cooking.

Back to Penta

Penta slammed the door of his room. He jumped on bed burying his face on the pillow. A few tears rolled down his soft cheeks. He turned around and saw his teddy bear 🧸, he hugged it and those tears turned into a quiet sobbing. He looked at his teddy.

«I don't understand why I am to blame for everything! These last few days Mom has been blaming me all the time... Maybe.... Im not good enough... Mom doesn't love me..» he thought.

"What do you say teddy? You understand me... Right? Oh.. What's that?" he brought the teddy bear close to his ear.

He looked at his window.. An idea showing up in his mind... A bad idea.. "We need to leave... I mean... Let's just get out of here... " he said quietly.

It pained him to think such thing.. He looked at the window and then at the door. «What's even the point of staying here...? Maybe mom won't be so angry if I leave.. » he thought.

He took a small backpack, a blue one with dragons on it. He took his teddy bear with him. In order to «fool» his mother he put some toys and pillows under the covers so it will look like his sleeping..

He took some bedsheets and curtains, tied them on bed and climbed out of the window. He quietly run off the streets. He stopped for a while and looked back at his home.

He didn't know where he was going... He just left. A few tears rolled down his cheeks.. He looked ahead and just run off.. Leaving his home and family behind.

Back to Magda, Julio and Fenix.

They had just finished eating. It was oddly quiet. She expected her son to come and eat. His food was getting cold. She looked at her husband and he looked at the clock, then at her and he nodded.

She ascended the stairs. It was quiet. A feeling of dread weighting her heart. She knocked on the door "Penta? I'm sorry... Could we please talk?".. Silence.. "You have every right to be upset. Can we just talk? Mi hijo.. Perdóname..." she said. Still silence... "Im coming in" she entered and walked towards the bed. "Oh you are sleeping?" she said.

She walked towards him "Penta darling come to eat..." still no answer "Come on!" she was getting slightly annoyed.

She removed the covers only to find out clothes, pillows and toys ... She looked around the room. "Penta?" she asked... Now she felt fear..

Silence. For parents silence was never good. "Mi hijo?!" she shouted, looking around the place, voice trembling. Penta was nowhere. She noticed the window opened, the curtains waving on the wind. She looked out of the window only then she realized what had happened.

She panicked "oh.. no.. JULIO!! OUR SON IS NOT HERE! OUR BOY IS NOT HERE!" she screamed. Julio run upstairs. He looked at the room and he swore under his breath. She took her husband, her son and went to find him. "Let's go find him! He can't go far!" she said. The three of them entered in the car and started looking for him, praying that he will be safe.

Back to Penta

Penta was walking around the streets. At some point he reached a playground. They weren't many people around. He decided to go play a little. He sat in the swing "Come on bro! Pu- (push me)" he looked behind him. Fenix was nowhere. His smile slowly disappeared "Oh...right.. They are not here..." he lowered his eyes.

He played alone for a while lost in thoughts.. No, no it wasn't the same without them. He looked at his teddy "Come on.. let's go... It's not fun.."

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He walked down the beach, "Teddy look the beach". He walked by the coast and a little below he saw a family playing and having fun. He stopped and sighed. A wave of sadness covered his body. He turned around and left.

He was walking around the streets the sun setting behind the mountains. At some point his stomach rumbled.

"Oh right... I didn't eat... I don't have enough money... I guess... Oh... It's getting late... Maybe I should go home... Maybe I should have listened to mom, talk to her...it was a bad idea to come here alone...Yet with what face Am I gonna appear? What do you say teddy?

🐻.....

What..?

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Hey don't give me this look teddy...

🐻.........!!

Ugh fine.. I'll go back... She will ground me for sure... At least I'm gonna be in my bed and eat my mom's food. Well first I'm gonna eat the chancla and then her food. Okay... I will go back.. and.. apologize...".

He decided to return home. The thing is.. He didn't know which way to go. He facepalmed "Ugh..which way did I come?.. Was it that way..? Or... Uhm.. Teddy..? Which way was it?

🐻......

You don't know?! Really?! Why am I having you here?!

🐻.....

ugh fine I'll try find it". He kept walking..

Back to Magda, Julio and Fenix

They drove around the city for some hours and still not a trace of him. Magda decided to walked around the place for some time. She kept asking "Have you seen this boy?" most of them shook their heads no. She panicked. Fear, disappointment, dread shown on her brown eyes..

After many tries one woman walked towards her and said "Excuse me ma'am I saw this little boy by the public market, close to the park and the beach". The woman gave her directions. Magda thanked her"thank you so much!!" hope sparkled in her eyes.

Julio and Fenix looked around as well with no luck. Magda called him and said where to go. They went there. They looked around the place and saw nothing. It was late.

She found a man (Carlos) and woman (Angelica) who were cooking "Have you seen this boy?" they shook their heads no. Magda close her eyes for mere seconds, the hope she had, had just faded.

She gave them some money "If you see him, he hasn't eaten anything, please cook something for him. Here is my phone as well" they nodded their heads.

Magda's eyes teared up. Julio and Fenix hugged her "We will find him". Fenix admitted that he broke the vase and he blamed penta for it, that he began annoying him and he started it. Magda gave him a stern look but she decided that they should solve this later..

They kept searching around the place.

Back to Penta

Penta was getting tired by walking around. The temperature on the atmosphere was low. He regretted leaving home. He hugged himself. He was thirsty and hungry. He sat down on a bench. He covered his face with his hands...

He looked around, there were trees and lattices. "Wait... This place looks familiar.. Oh! Im at the public market well close enough and - what's this smell... So beautiful..." He found a woman and a man there, cooking. Whatever they were cooking smelled nice for sure!

He was at a distance and ran towards them as fast as he could. He tripped and fell down, scratching his knees and elbow. He took a deep breath and got up. He walked slowly close to them. He looked at the coins..

He didn't have enough money how is he going to pay?

He looked at them and then at the ground.. He was about to leave.. However Carlos called him

"Hey you? Come here! I'll make you something." Penta looked at Carlos "I don't have any money sir". Angélica said "It doesn't matter kid, sit there". He sat down and waited patiently.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you so nice?" Penta asked.

"We are not" Angelica spoke while cooking.

"Your parents and a younger boy were looking for you" Carlos said.

"They love you!" Angelica spoke softly.

When she finished cooking, she offered him his meal. Shrimps with rice.

"Eat so they can come pick you up and don't do something like this again!! You were lucky you weren't killed!"

"Gracias!" he began eating. Damn it tasted so good. He teared up a little bit.

Carlos called the family "We have the boy here, we cooked him something as we promised. You may come!"

Magda finished talking "Okay, yeah I know how to come there we aren't far away! Yes, thank you so much!"

Magda, Julio and Fenix hugged each other "Gracias Dios!!! Let's go take our boy back" Julio said and began driving.

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After a whole adventure the family reunited.

Penta was sitting on the table. He heard his mother's voice and looked up.

"My son!" she said. He saw his family and run at his mother's arms "mom... MOM! DAD! HERMANITO!"

They hugged him "Im sorry..." he said "I'm sorry too!".

She hugged him. They thanked them and went home, the way back was silent, Fenix hugged Penta and apologized.

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When he reached home he took a shower and put on fresh washed clothes. He was sure he is escaping punishment. He walked into the kitchen. Fenix was there. Soon Magda and Julio came.

"Fénix please leave the room.." her voice sternly. Fenix looked at Penta who was looking on the floor.

Fénix exited the room and Julio close the door.

Julio calmly walked closer and hugged him tightly "WHAT MADE YOU THINK THAT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?! WE LOVE YOU! WHAT WOULD WE DO IF SOMETHING BAD WAS HAPPENING TO YOU?! DAMMIT?! HUH?! DON'T YOU FREAKING DARE!! TO SCARE US AGAIN LIKE THIS! YOU UNDERSTAND?!" his voice strictly. Penta nodded he attempted to speak but Julio raised his hand "Silence! Let you mother speak!", Penta obeyed.

Magda spoke

"I am sorry.. You are still a child and you are still learning that's true. Im trying my best. I love you the same! My love for both of you is equal! Both of you are a part of me and your father. I'm sorry If I was harsh on you. I shouldn't unleash my stress on you. I love you and I.. We want the best for you and your brother! You are my babies.. Our babies! Promise me you won't do this again. That you will tell me everything!" when she was done she gave him permission to speak.

"I'm sorry mom! I'm trying to be a good son for you..... You blamed me for things that wasn't my fault. I accept your apology. I promise I won't do it again. We will talk and I'm sorry... It was a mistake I won't make again".

"You are still grounded" they said in unison. He shrugged "At least I'm here with you, dad and my brother".

He spent a few days grounded. At least he was home with his loved ones.

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The End! 😘

[amalia-uwu]

Alternative idea / Drabble

POV : Sans saved you from falling the stairs. You are safe and sound next to him. However... Read to find out ;)

Sans x Female Reader

💚Gratus💙

Undertale by Toby Fox

Warnings below more

Gratus: (latin) meaning -> pleasing, thankful.

Its the root for the english word gratitude.

Warnings ⚠️: injury, blood, light angst, cuts, lacerations.

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"Are you okay?" he asked alarmed. You felt a little dizzy.

Adrenaline rushing through you.

You felt your ears stuffed with cotton and worse sounded muffled.

It took a while for your senses to come back.

When they did, you spoke "y-yeah! Thank you! I'm grateful Sans! You- Sans...?! Oh no..! Are you okay?!".

He looked at you confused. He followed your gaze, at his hand.

His eyes widen slightly surprised.

It seems that upon his panic, he clenched the glass too hard, breaking it.

Coffee was on the floor, and some of it on his hand mixed with broken glass.

You covered your mouth.

Eyes widen.

Heart beating fast.

Oh no.

That's his good hand.

He is lefthanded.

You carefully took his hands on yours. "Come with me Sansy! I can help you with that"

"Y/N, I'm fine! It's n-nothing!" he blushed.

"Sans. Come with me" you insisted.

You gently held his hand and dragged him to the kitchen.

You sat him down and went to take the first aid kit.

"It's nothing really! I'm fine..."

He was sitting on the chair. You were holding the first aid kit.

You gave him a stern look. He lowered his head.

"While I appreciate you, saving my butt. Your hand needs healing. Don't worry, I'll do what I can, otherwise I'll drag you to doctor myself by the hood of your jacket!"

He looked surprised. Yet he blushed and grinned softly. He could imagine that. You could imagine that.

"May I have your hand please?" you asked. He hesitantly, gave it to you.

You looked at it. Oh man.

He had some small pieces of glass, you brushed off with a gauze.

You brought his hand closer, thankfully he didn't have any pieces of glass stuck in the bone.

The glass had scratched/cut his bones but thankfully nothing too serious.

He was bleeding and had burned himself slightly.

You felt bad. Like... Really bad. Yet, you were determined to help him.

You knew a few things about taking care of injuries like this. You were clumsy. Yet, you had a notebook about skeletons how to heal them, what to do etc.

You used some medical gel to clean his hand, but before doing so you warned "It will burn" you gently patted the gaze.

He hiccuped a breath. His hand trembling.

"I know, it will be over soon! It.. I need to put this to prevent infection"

Why did it hurt you so much?

It wasn't even your hand!

Yet, your soul sunk at the bottom of your stomach..

You used another gaze to gently clean his bones.

After that, you spread a cream for burns and then used a healing ointment for monsters you had, just in case.

You wrapped his hand in fresh bandages. You even gave his hand a kiss.

"I'll check it later again".

He was silent.

You looked at him. He nodded. "Th-thank y-you.. " he said with strain.

You could see the pain in his eyes. The shyness.

You got up and hugged him "It's okay, ssshh" you caressed his skull and his face was on your breasts.

The blue hue on his cheekbones had darkened. He looked like a blueberry. So cute.

"Does it hurt?" you asked still hugging and caressing him.

"A little" he replied softly.

You kissed his hand again.

Then you kissed his cheek "Thank you again for saving me".

He was at loss soft words.

"Drink coffee with me?" you asked.

He smiled and nodded. You let his hand but noticed that pained expression again. Hm?

You decided to put his injured hand on your shoulder. Okay, it was quite funny the way you dragged him all over the kitchen while preparing coffee.

When done you went outside.

You sat down on the table.

With your right hand you held his injured hand.

While with the other you held the mug.

You noticed that when his injured hand was in physical contact with you; his face seemed peaceful as if he wasn't in pain.

You smiled. What an adorable skeleton he is.

Both of you drunk your coffee while enjoying the sounds of nature and holding hands.

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The end 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

Don't panic, he's not attacking! He's saving your butt.

What is he looking at? Maybe you were just about to fall off a ladder or *insert something that makes sense*

Let me know how you freaked him out so much. Or better yet, draw what was going on a second ago!

In any case, you owe him a new coffee, that's for sure.

[doesephs]

kevin day inadvertently raised the deadliest aunty known to mankind, kayleigh’s legacy is carrying in

[wu-wakfu-undertale]

quick comic about my idea of one of the ways they could've addressed the hat thing with amalia (the one who did say he'd have to show them one day)

[bloomangie]

Some yumalia doodles about my fanfic in french, because I have a really healthy obsession.

[amalia-uwu]

Another dabble

A sad one sorry (if there is an issue tell me and I will delete it). I made myself tear up a little, I am a bad woman... I am so sorry..

Trigger Warnings: death, major character death, sad, child's death, euthanasia/murder.. Unethical experimentation.

It's been days.. Days and Sans

S01 still doesn't respond. It's as if all life has been drained from him. He is just an empty husk of himself.

No matter how much Gaster threatens him he doesn't cooperate. He doesn't care anymore. All hope is lost.

... Something was wrong not only with his subject. But with.. Gaster himself..

He... Developed feelings... «Maybe I was too harsh to him» he thought and slapped himself for even thinking about it.

More days passed.

S01 stopped eating, he was just laying there hopeles, helpless, alone and forsaken in an empty, cold, unfriendly cell..

S01 didn't touch the books, puzzles and anything Gaster left for him.

Gaster could only see the trail of tears in his eye sockets. The painful expression.

Something in him snapped. He began having soft feelings again. He sat on his chair, lit a cigar and thought...

How? How? Why? Why does he feel bad?

Is it because of the determination tests? Is it the times Gaster broke his little bones? Tortured him to test his limits? All the pain his sadistic soul put Sans S01 through? All the harsh punishments?

He couldn't continue like this.. In his mind there were 2 solutions.

Either stop the experiments. Or... Maybe It was time to pull him out of his misery.

He should have been careful. He allowed himself to see his subject as a living monster and not a toy he could mess with and play as much as he wanted.

Truth be told, he tried soft techniques, but... he was careless and S01 saw through him. S01 didn't believe him.

All the abuse; verbal, physical, psychological..... Was too much. He broke..

Gaster knew what he had to do.. He got up and took his tools.

He entered into the cell. The small skeleton didn't react.

Gaster touched his shoulder. He was feverishly warm, his bones clammy, sweating, his breathing ragged.

Gaster pushed him gently, they looked at each other.

Gaster lifted the poor creature in his embrace. The least he could do was to make it quick and painless.

The damage was done.

He couldn't fix it. He removed an injection from his pocket, he injected it on his soul.

S01, said nothing, he didn't flinch, he didn't scream, he only shed a few tears. Gaster emptied the content and then hugged him a little tighter.

S01 struggled a little. Before going limb. Gaster heard his soft ragged breaths going quitter reduced to nothing.

Gaster did something he didn't know he could..

He wept. His tears turned into a heartbreaking bawling.

S01 let out a small exhale and his soul left this cruel world.

Gaster took a blanket and carefully wrapped the small frame. He buried Sans, close to the lab in a secret place noone would suspect.

That was his name, Sans. In his grave small flowers began blossoming.

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Sans's soul flew high. He went to a place that had flowers and butterflies.

He felt.. calm.

A feeling he didn't know he could feel. After all this time a small smile appeared in his face.

He heard a soft voice that said "I am sorry little one, now you can rest, noone is going to hurt you anymore".

"Who are you? What is this place?" Sans asked perplexed.

"In this place. You will find good monster! Every monster, that was good, did good deeds, or repented their crimes come here after their death. You did nothing wrong. Here you will find peace, love, hope and will be happy, forever".

Sans smiled "Thank you"

Other monsters appeared as well. On of them a skeleton a little taller

"What's your name?"

"Sans"

"I'm Papyrus, wanna play?"

"Yeah, Let's play!" he smiled.

They held hands and started running. The flowers, clean air the animals were running along with them.

They giggled as they faded into the light.

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hhhaaa wht if. experiment!sans. lost all hope. and, his soul slowly stopped functioning, bc he’s so starved for positive attention/any sort of affection at all,

gaster realizes what’s starting to happen when he notices his experiment is weaker than usual one day, and when he watches him on the cameras in his cell later he sees tht sans isn’t even,, trying to entertain himself with the books he has in his cell or anything anymore. he’s jus. lying there. emptily staring at the wall. bc he can’t bring himself 2 even Try 2 do anything else,

gaster doesn’t want all of his hard work to go to waste so he starts giving sans little encouraging touches, a lil head pat after he’s done something right, a hand on his shoulder as he’s explaining something,, and he does this in the hopes that getting the physical affection that sans always begged for might revitalize him but by that point it’s nearly too late and all it does is barely keep him alive,

anD as sans becomes more distant each day as he retreats further and further into himself gaster finally starts to realize that he cares about sans in a way that is A Little Bit More Than how he would care for Just An Experiment,

maybe this is when gaster stops the testing because he finally comes to terms with the fact that he can’t hurt sans anymore and not feel bad about it deep down,

either that or gaster is frustrated by the fact that he’s attached to someone that He Shouldn’t Even View As An Actual Person and decides to take back control of the situation by ending his experiment himself,

buT u kno what I’m soft so I’m going with the first option in which gaster stops the testing 😭

[geekgirles]

I've been thinking about it, and now I headcanon that the reason Armand suddenly pulled a 180 after being rude and dismissive towards Amalia in season 3 and the wake of their father's passing is because Master Joris encouraged him to see past his own feelings and bitterness and bury the hatchet with his sister.

No, I don't have solid proof, but I have speculations rooted in canon.

Right after Armand comforted Amalia, he revealed he'd been invited to an assembly as King of the Sadidas and how he'd hoped his sister would accompany him, effectively treating her as his second-in-command instead of the spoiled brat he'd been seeing her as until then.

And who's there, all but acting as the official mediator between the rulers?

That's right. Master Joris.

Given he's always played a pivotal role in the World of Twelve and his position as Bonta's ambassador means he has close ties with the world's monarchs (as evidenced by his presence during every single meeting Yugo and Nora had with the other rulers, except maybe Brakmar), then it wouldn't be far-fetched to believe he was the one in charge of summoning Armand to the assembly.

And given his own ties with Amalia by virtue of working together as allies since she was 13, then he could've noticed her absence in the palace. Which would then prompt Armand to probably make some sort of derisive comment about how she had yet to leave their father's tomb-tree's side despite not being there during his actual passing.

Because I have a soft spot for Joris, as he is legitimately one of the most trustworthy and level-headed characters around, I want to believe he probably said just the right thing to get Armand to realise the role he played in their relationship going sour and make him question if he really wishes to be on bad terms with the only family member he has left.

After all, Amalia is constantly away, fighting with everything she has just to survive. Does he really want for his sister to die thinking her own brother doesn't love her?

[blueshistorysims]

April 1934, Perthshire, Scotland

Byron called Montgomery’s mother Janet after Miranda had come up to him on a March morning, crying over her father who was having a breakdown of his own. He knew Montgomery had made an effort to ensure that his daughter never saw that side of him, but now… it worried Byron. Janet had welcomed the Walshes with open arms, more than happy to host them and see her son and granddaughter. 

“I think this visit will be good for Montgomery. It’s the first time he’s left Walshstone Park in years. Perhaps it will revitalize him, and he’ll look for work again, either in Henford or elsewhere.”

Byron frowned. “I do not think so. I suspect he is planning something, but I fear the worst.” He looked at his wife. “When our lawyer came two weeks ago, he had his will updated and sealed. …I think he is planning his death, Eleora.”

“Byron, you shouldn’t think like that.”

“I’ve known him nearly twenty-one years, darling. He is a shell of the man I first met in 1913.”

Eleora did not answer.

The next evening, Byron accompanied Montgomery on a walk. It was still light out, but the hills now hid the setting sun.  It reminded him of the quietness that Henford had in the early evenings.

“I can scarcely imagine what it was like to live somewhere like this and then move to a big city like Edinburgh.”

Montgomery nodded. “Aye, ‘twas a big shock to a wee country lad like meself, but ya get used to it.” He swallowed. “How’s Eleora’s family? I heard Mr. Balass is pullin’ out of Germany.”

“He is. Now that the Nazis are in power, they decided to pull any business out of the country. It was already bad after the Crash but since the elections in 1932… I worry—especially since our government doesn’t seem to care. I’d give anything to call Chamberlain a cunt to his face. Albert, Eleora’s brother, was nearly detained trying to cross the French border a month ago. It breaks my heart really. Germany seemed to be finally standing on its two legs before the Crash. With Mussolini in Italy, Hitler in Germany, and Stalin in the Soviet Union… one can only wonder what will happen.”

“Same shite from twenty years ago.”

“No, I don’t think it will go that far. We destroyed Europe in the War. To end all wars, yes? I don’t even think there is a word in English to describe such blatant stupidity if we are truly headed in that direction.”

“Byron,” Montgomery began, “I… I wanna thank ya and Eleora for takin’ Miranda in. I canna tell ya how much it means to me.”

“Of course, we’re her godparents. …We didn’t take her in, she’s merely living with us and her father.”

“I’m a shite fuckin’ father. Sometimes… she looks so much like her ma I canna even look at me own fuckin’ lass,” he confessed, his voice breaking. “God, I miss her. Edeline too.” He turned away, staring into the ground. “I’m tired, Byron. I want to be with them again. I wish it very much.”

Byron frowned, worried. “What do you mean by that?”

Montgomery turned to face him. “I love ya.”

“I… love you too. You’re my closest friend.”

“Not like that. Ya ken it’s not like that.”

“I know,” Byron whispered, feeling his throat clog up. “I’m sorry I can’t love you that way. I wish I could. I’ve only ever seen our friendship as platonic.”

The Scotsman only smiled sadly. “I ken. It’s alright. I’ve made me peace with it. Only wanted to tell ya.”

“You can always talk to me. I’m here for you. Please talk to me. What happened in March? Miranda was terrified.”

Montgomery shook his head. “Not this time, Walsh. …I promised Miranda I’d read her The Tale of Peter Rabbit before bed. She finds it funny that the farmer’s name is McGregor. Good night, Byron,” he said gently before kissing him on his forehead. 

As Montgomery walked back to his mother’s house, Byron had a sickening feeling that he would not see the doctor in the morning. “Good night, Montgomery,” he whispered, tears pooling in his eyes.

[stargirlfics]

IRON

got a request awhile back for Battinson + pussy eating and l couldn’t resist!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, size/strength kink, slight exhibitionism, reader is a bit of a brat! smut: oral (reader receiving), manual restraints, praise kink, body worship, mask kink

Word Count: 2.5k

One could hardly say it was your fault. 

Bruce had left you here, in the Tower, all by your lonesome. You couldn’t be to blame, it was simple as that.

Though you didn’t protest his departure (you knew how important his work for the city was, how he’d answer that beacon shining high in Gotham’s stormy skies whenever it appeared) you also couldn’t help but sulk and pout about missing him. 

He could be out there all night and as selfish and indulgent as it was, you had plans, ones that involved as minimal amount of clothing as possible and his lips on yours, these desires being something you had started to tell him when it became clear he was needed in the city tonight instead. 

You could only hope the slight pinching grip of his hands on your waist as he left you with a tender kiss to your cheek meant he wouldn’t forget about your needs. 

It was raining now, just a little under a steady downpour and time seemed to move entirely too slow, barely an hour having passed with your next glance at the large grandfather clock in the foyer.  

Huffing a sigh, you wandered over to the bookshelves lining the alcoves in Wayne Tower’s main room, browsing amongst a few of your favorite novels that had found a new home here before you were pulling one off the shelf and snagging an old throw blanket, heading downstairs to Bruce’s hidden workspace to curl up in your usual spot and wait for his return. 

Funny, how casual this felt, like it was any other weekend night but most people in Gotham weren’t waiting up for the vigilante they called a lover to come home were they? And yet it was exactly where you wanted to be. 

For better or worse you were tied to Bruce and therefore tied to The Batman, swiftly coming to fall for both, to want both and all of who Bruce is, even when he made you worry. 

He promised both you and Alfred that he’d be careful and did every time he went out but he knew you would worry anyways, neither of you asking the other to change, loving each other too much to ask of it. 

Somehow you fashioned another fitting piece to the ever shifting puzzle that was Bruce Wayne and you weren’t going to trade it for the world.

The descent below ground brought a change in temperature, cool chilly air sweeping across your skin once you stepped onto the expanse of the abandoned terminus.

But the familiarity of it and the blanket draped over your shoulders was doing a fine job at keeping you warm, and the sleeping bats hanging above you were a fond presence with how much time you spent down here now. 

You were right at home.

Curled up on the sofa tucked into one of the spare corners in the workspace you chewed at the nail of your thumb, finding that the novel you’d chosen wasn’t helping your antsy, increasingly needy mood. 

The novel bordered on erotic and it made you squirm, heat creeping up from your chest to settle in your cheeks, your thighs pressing together without thought.

Mind wandering, dreaming of a steamy kiss, of being scooped up by him and made to feel good, the ache in your core finally being sated. 

You kept reading into the midnight hour, eventually unable to stop thinking of the details, his towering form, large, strong, and sure hands that gripped and held you so sweetly, so tightly, and how good it felt to be taken apart by him too. 

Bruce was unassuming like that, shy and reserved, awkward even, until he wasn’t, making it a point to discover all the ways he could fluster you, make you whine, and beg for him again and again. 

He was good at it too, had gotten especially skilled with that smart and stubborn mouth of his, and tonight, that’s what you wanted most. 

Wanted to grind yourself against his lips, his tongue, your clit bumping against his nose until your brain went quiet and all you could feel was the pulsing of the pleasure he loved giving you.  

Distracted by your fantasies you almost missed the soft whirring of the terminus gate opening, the book dropping closed in your lap when you realized he was back. 

It was late in the night now, it had been hours but you never felt more energized, letting the blanket pool around your middle as you watched the sleek black muscle car roll in, streaked with rain, the rumble from its engine reverberating against your chest in thrilling comfort. 

You stood up then, stretching out your limbs, a sly smirk threatening to stay on your lips as you watched Bruce step out of the car, his inky black cape draped around him, cowl shiny with moisture, and oh those eyes, shrouded in painted on shadows, his gaze finding yours immediately. 

“Thought you might be in bed by now,” his voice gruff but gentle as he spoke to you, a tone reserved especially for you.

“I considered it but thought waiting up for you here would be a lot better,” an innocent sigh left your lips while you busied yourself with folding the blanket, turning your back towards him, putting a nice little tilt and bend to your hips when you leaned over. 

The heavy footfall of his boots coming closer sent another thrill running up your spine, “Indeed it is, missed me that much, hm?”

Bruce was indulging your antics, always one to entertain your moods, your fantasies, wired on the adrenaline of his late night work in the streets, it made for such a potent mixture and you were delighted. 

“Mhm, cause someone’s skills were needed elsewhere, I had to make due all by myself,” you feigned a pout, trying to hide your smile when you spotted the briefest widening of his eyes at your words. 

He took another step towards you but you skirted away, dodging his hulking figure, the plated armor of his Bat suit still a little intimidating to you, your core clenching around nothing at the thought of being handled by those hands clad in Batman’s gloves, to feel his strength, the brute force in his biceps and forearms, pinning you down to do what he pleased with you. 

It’s all you could think about. 

Maybe it was the heightened level of your desire that made you feel a little bolder tonight, more eager to tease, to get under his ever-so-stoic skin, because you were making your way over to the car now, your hand trailing over its frame, walking, swaying almost till you were standing at the hood of the car, facing Bruce again who’s eyes were fixated on you. 

No words needed to be said as you smiled sweetly, your hands falling to your sides, tracing the edges of the satin slip dress hugging your body, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging it up your thighs a little. 

Chest tightening at his steady, measured steps toward you, one of your hands coming down to swipe over your inner thighs, touching yourself before he could reach you all the way, a giggle slipping out when you heard him grumble in frustration. 

It wasn’t often that you leaned into your brattier tendencies, but tonight, you were in that kind of mood, something sparking low in your tummy seeing him in the cowl, the suit making him appear bigger, taller, and underneath that you knew he had the strength to carry all that gear, to move and fight in it and it made you feel so much smaller in comparison, finding a thrill in pushing buttons. 

“Move your hand, baby.” his command came gently, a warning in itself of sorts, telling you he was going easy on you, giving you a chance to behave. 

Any other night you would have yielded, knowing just how good he could give it to you when you listened to him, but tonight you wanted the less inhibited side of him so instead, you kept your hand between your thighs, fingers finding slick skin with ease. 

“You have to wait your turn, sir,” you flicked your eyes up towards his playfully, heart jumping into your throat at his expression, the tick of his jaw. 

Bruce was pressed against you now, hands moving up to cage you against his chest, your breaths heavier, already losing the battle. 

It was so easy for him to break your tough girl act, knowing full well you were just as desperate as he was, knowing your weak spots and using them to his advantage.

Like now, for instance, using your distracted state to catch you off guard, his hands finding your waist and lifting, placing you up onto the warm, wet hood of his car, a delighted squeak filling the air as he lay you back. 

You were dough in his hands, shaped by the roll and press of his fingers, the weight of them making you whine as he pushed your legs apart, all but growling at your lack of underwear. 

The sight of him settling between your thighs, his body over yours filling your entire field of vision unlocked something for you, your heart beating wildly at the feeling of the suit again your skin, cool droplets of water landing on from the ears of his cowl as he lowered his head to your ribs. 

His lips were warm as they kissed down your torso, his hands keeping your thighs spread out for him, open so his mouth had a clear path to travel down, your breath hitching the lower his mouth went. 

A needy whine slipped out when he stalled, just hovering over where you wanted him most, his huff of laughter making you squirm from sensitivity. 

“Look who can’t wait their turn now…you’re lucky I’m in a generous mood.” Bruce chuckled lowly, catching you by surprise and making you ache for more. 

“Please-oh!” you weren’t too proud to beg, his mouth finally touching down on puffy folds.

The move turned your plea into a moan, hands jerking, slipping on the rain droplets now soaking your dress, grasping anything for purchase as your hips rocked with his movements. 

Curses and half stifled moans filled the air as he buried his face into your heat, his tongue lapping and swirling around your clit, moving further down to taste you properly. 

Your muscles ache from the strain of flexing against him, your body chasing the sensations he was giving you, the building pressure in your abdomen, the way he groans against your pussy, drinking you down, it all made your brain hazy in the best way. 

“Taste so fucking good…fuck.” the words left his lips with ease, finding them easier to come by when he was under the suit, when he was most himself. 

Trembling hands of yours creep down to grasp at his own hands still keeping your thighs held apart wide, and then move down, timidly tugging his head closer, crying out at the change in pressure, all your nerves tingling. 

Something about only being able to catch glimpses of his eyes, the sharp edge of his jawline as he ate you out, and the rest covered by the mask made you open up for him further, your desires reaching no end. 

Your hands pushed at his arms until he caught your wrists, holding them back with one hand, pinning them to your tummy, leaving you panting, unable to help but grind yourself against the patterned flick and swirl of his tongue. 

The added thrill of being so exposed, though this was a private space, how open it seemed, made you feel on display, another wave of heat flooding your body. 

Goosebumps travel down your arms as the cool brush of his free hand caresses your frame, grabbing dewy flesh, feeling your breasts, your waist underneath his grip, loving how you molded to his touch, how perfect you were in his arms. 

He could spend all night like this, making you feel good, pulling those high pitched whines and gasps from your throat, making your thighs tremble like they were doing now. It’s all he could think of, all he could do. 

“Please, please, keep going, yes!” more whimpers fall prettily, your body turning soft and pliant under the sweet pressure of his lips, the way his tongue sweetly nudges inside you, licking your essence, building you up higher and higher. 

Every now and then he’ll slow it down, teasing you just a little for his own self indulgent reasons before heeding your heady whimpers for more, building you back up again, enjoying the way you seemed to drip from his tongue, how he could make such a mess of you. 

He knows you’re close, can tell by the way you flutter around his tongue, can feel the frenzied aching in your limbs as it begins to happen. 

“Come on, let go. Now. Let me feel you,” the assertion in his tone left no room to argue, the gruff, grit out encouragement giving you the final push you needed.

Your orgasm reaches you quickly as his tongue returns to your clit, dragging out the sensations, making you shake even more, almost exhausted by the force of it. 

What a sight this must be, being spread out so sinfully and all for him, something Bruce intended to savor, the fact that you were all his, that rough exterior shedding a little more easily now that he knew he’d given you what you needed. 

His lips were still leaving kisses on your throbbing clit and sensitive inner thighs, staying close, bright eyes peering into yours, wanting the close contact to go on a little longer. 

That was just fine by you, he could have whatever he wanted with the way he just made you feel, and still, amusement twinkling for just a moment in his eyes at seeing you struggle to catch your breath. 

Pushed up onto your elbows now you peer down, cheeks burning again at seeing just how messy you’d become, rain and your arousal damp on your inner thighs, shining around Bruce’s lips and chin.

“God…that was so good, thank you, baby,” your praise and gratitude were soft spoken, holding all the usual affection you had for him, none of your earlier antics remaining. 

You watched him smirk at your content sighs, pulling the cowl off with ease, a practiced move that was second nature now. 

It wasn’t fair that he could look so handsome, rain soaked and hair disheveled, black paint still smudged around his eyes too but it was a look that fit him well and had much too strong an effect on you, feeling the muscles of your thighs jump once more. 

“Anytime. I’m always ready to straighten out that attitude for you, beautiful. Just say the word.” 

Maybe it was the unmistakable glint in his eye or the way he spoke to you then that had you laying back against the car again, trying to hold back whimpers and giggles when he followed close after you, wanting, no needing another taste, needing to see you fall apart again. 

“Think you can be a good girl and keep those legs open for me?” 

“Mhm, just don’t want you to stop, please.” 

“Never…have to make up for all those hours I was gone, right.” 

You shared his sly little smile and lay back for him once more, the searing kisses unleashed upon your still tingling skin dragging you back under, right where you wanted to be, under the skillful fangs of The Bat himself.

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A/N: Well it had to be done! Cause I can’t be told otherwise, Rob’s Batman eats it like a starved man and I will stand by that! Period! Lol thank you for reading this fun little fic, lemme know what you think! Any and all thirsty comments welcome! 🖤

some tags, no pressure! @flamingdisputes @littlekidsteve @eupheme @saradika @allaboardthereadingrailroad @yelenas-lova @tarrenterror25 @moreofem @squidlywiddly87

[amalia-uwu]

“Ambush”

A small drabble /idea for luna-is-lost @luna-is-lost

Based on Underwelcomed Universe created by Luna @luna-is-lost

Cw: blood, angst, major character death, major character injury,

Undertale by Toby Fox

Underwelcomed by Luna @luna-is-lost

SURPRISE LUNA!! GEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA

The humans had ambushed them.

They found them.

They found their hideout.

Undyne screamed "WE FALL INTO A TRAP! LINE UP!"

The soldiers heard her. They tried to fight back.

The battle was fierce.

Flames and and debris were splattered around.

Among this chaos...

Papyrus didn't notice Sir was behind him...

Sans.... did.

It all happened to fast.

Sans pushed the human he was fighting away and teleported.

Sir raised the weapon. Ready hit Papyrus.

"PAPYRUS!" Sans screamed and teleported between them just as Sir swang his weapon.

Papyrus turned around.

He didn't have time to react.

Sans appeared in front of Sir and took the hit.

He gasped as the weapon cracked his bones.

His armor and clothes were torn his blood spilled in Papyrus's and Sir's face.

Papyrus saw. Everything.

His expression turned from confusion to shock to dread.

Sans fell backwards, Papyrus caught him.

Blood ran down Sans's mouth.

"SANS!" he yelled.

Sans took Sir's soul with what little force he had and pushed Sir away slamming him to the wall.

Papyrus held his wound.

"Sans... Wh... I..."

Sans eyes were closing. He tried to speak but he gurgled. His blood and magic oozed.

Papyrus picked him up and floated to a safer place. A cave close to their hideout.

He carefully laid him down.

As if he was the world's most finest porcelain.

He put his scarf under his skull, To give him a little bit of comfort.

Sans groaned "Sans.. Please..."

Sans took a deep breath "hhhhh... re... u... o..ka..y"

"yes.. brother, i am okay.." he said. He carefully hugged him and adjusted his body.

Sans groaned and coughed heavily.

"Sans, I'll try to heal you-"

Sans began coughing heavily.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier.

Sans carefully wrapped his arms around papyrus and whispered softly and with strain "i love you bro...it will be okay...im sorry".

"SANS... I... love you too! Please! I can heal you!."

Papyrus attempted but... Healing magic wasn't working. "Sans.. Why.. Isn't it working?"

Sans took a deep breath "It's okay... Paps.. I am proud of you! Look at you! All grown up..."

"Sans please don't talk like that! Sans i love you too! We promised we will do many things together! Sans...."

Papyrus tried again and again but healing magic wasn't working.. The weapon Sans was struck had magic that was far more powerful than that of monsters...

" Paps... Stop... It's okay.. "

" NO IT'S NOT! YOU... I CAN'T HEAL YOU! IT'S NOT WORKING! "

"It's okay.." Sans gently caressed his face leaving a trace of blood..

Papyrus hugged him tightly yet gently "I love you Sans... You are the best big brother I could ask for! I.. I am sorry please don't go!"

Sans's eye sockets teared up "i..love you...bro...we will be free...remember that.. I'll always be with you... Even if you can't see me... -"

He started coughing heavily. Papyrus looked at him unsure of what to do.

"SANS! STAY WITH ME!" Sans looked at Papyrus with frightened expression...

He didn't want to die. Papyrus held him closer to his chest. Sans claws at his armor he tried to get closer to Papyrus.

Papyrus hugged him.

Soon... Sans's grip loosened.

"Sans...?" Papyrus's voice cracked.

Sans leaned his head to the side and exhaled softly.

Sans went limb in his brother's embrace. His hand fell on the ground.

Papyrus held him closer, listening to the chaos outside.

Sans.

His big brother.

Whom he loved so much...

Was gone.

Papyrus shook him.

"Sans!"

"..." Sans's eye sockets were closed.

"Sans.... This... Isn't a joke.. Stop fooling around... I will listen to you puns just please... I'll do anything just please... "

...Silence...

He shook him harder. Still no reaction.

".. Please..." his chest ached. He began hyperventilating.

Fat hot tears blurred his vision. Papyrus held his brother close almost squeezing him in his embrace.

A scream escaped his teeth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGG!!

HE WAS AIMING AT MEEEE!!! WHY WOULD YOU STEP IN FRONT OF ME?!

SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNSSSSS"

Noone answered his anguished cries...

Images flashed in front of his mind.

Sans smiling at him.

Sans taking care of him.

Smiles

Hugs

...... Sans....

Sans... was gone.

Papyrus wept the lose of his beloved brother... He was sitting in that cave alone... Covered with the blood of his own brother.

His brother whom he won't have by his side anymore... Ever again...

Papyrus was alone...

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Thank you for reading! 💙

Notes: So, I had written this drabble weeks ago. Finished it now! So Surprise!!

[nina-numa-blog]

My face when I'm planning drama for my characters

[amalia-uwu]

Serena Nocte

Undertale by Toby Fox

Art by fudgelling-away

Drabble by me

✨🌃✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃 ✨ 🌃

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You had finished your night routine.

You walked towards the bed room. Wearing a forest green night gown with lace at the bottom and around the neck.

You were also wearing a viridian silk robe with lace on the sleeves.

Your hair tied in a messy bun.

You noticed Sans laying on bed.

He had his back turned to you. He was wearing nothing but his shorts.

You loved these shorts, the pun on them was thrilling.

However as much as you wanted to make him scream, you decided not to, today.

The candles by the window illuminated his bones softly.

You took a moment and looked at his bones.

His pearl bones were so beautiful.

He is so handsome.

Many people asked you. What was it? That you liked it him?

There were far more attractive men out there than him.

What was it that captivated you?

You smiled and always replied that in your eyes he is the most handsome man.

In your eyes he is beautiful.

Short, Stout, Sturdy, Perfect. You were in love with his personality; funny, shy, protective, kind and many more...

Besides, the outside beauty withers in time, while the internal beauty is eternal. The internal beauty doesn't wither in time..

The way he looked at you, touched you, took care of you, his behavior drove you insane!

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You couldn't sleep anyway, so you just sat by the window a little, looking at the beauty of the night. Such a calm night.

The moon was crescent, the stars accompanied it, shining like small pearls of light in the darkness of the night.

The sea was calm. You could hear the waves brushing the coast softly.

You heard some owls, birds and cicadas.

You sighed softly.

You shouldn't had drunk that coffee.. Now, look at you looking like a vampire.

You looked at Sans's books. Hm..

It wouldn't hurt to take one now, would it? Maybe it could help you sleep.

You carefully walked over the small library you had at the room and looked at your choices.

Heh, there were so many books, both yours and his.

His books were mostly physics, astrophysics; stuff related to science. Oh, the things you learned from him.

You found one with constellations. You carefully took it in your hands and walked towards the window.

You sat close by. The candles and the soft moonlight illuminating your face.

You began searching the constellations.

You found some in the sky and read about them....But...

...It's not so fun when Sans's isn't next to you, holding you and explaining them to you...

... Hm...?

Hm. Not a bad idea; maybe you can do that tomorrow. You'll ask him in the morning.

You were looking out of the window, lost in thoughts; when you heard mumbling, rattling and murmurs.

You looked behind you to see Sans shivering. His once peaceful face had scrunched and looked troubled. He curled up like an infant.

... You got up and took blankets. You took a warm bedsheet and gently put it above him.

Then, some blankets, green and blue in colors. You carefully laid down next to him you put your hand on the front of his sternum and brought him closer.

Your silk clothes gently caressed his naked bones. He turned around and you tucked him under you.

You wrapped him in your embrace.

You brought the blanket up to his mandible. You rested your chin on his skull.

He came closer to you.

After some minutes, his bones stopped rattling.

He murmured something inaudible in his sleep but, soon stopped. He sighed contently.

There was silence for some time until you heard his soft snoring. You pressed a soft kiss on his frontal bone and rested your face on his skull.

You made sure to leave his nasal cavity uncovered.

... Can even skeletons suffocate?

Okay, he needs to give you skeleton anatomy classes again.

It took you some more minutes but eventually you closed your eyes.

The sounds of Sans's soft snoring, the waves, the cicadas lulled you to sleep.

You fell asleep cuddling your skeleton boyfriend! You sighed contently.

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The end! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

Sans fell asleep while waiting for you to come to bed. Now why would you keep him waiting for so long? Shame on you. He's getting cold, what will you do?

*Wrap him in a blanket, nice and fluffy. *Cuddle your poor skelly. Kiss kiss. *Pounce on him like a starving beast tsk tsk, be nice, he's asleep!

[velvet-vox]

Oropo; the ideology of power behind being god: Part 3

Doing an analysis on Oropo proved to be a messy, disorganised process, not all that different from the actual character's actions themselves.

Every time I have tried doing this, I ended up saying nothing worthwhile and mostly just rumbled for a bit without reaching any meaningful conclusion; but I feel like I've finally found something that's actually important and can help the discussions surrounding the character.

Buckle up cause it's time for me to introduce to you all a little something also known as:

The complex of Oedipus

Conceived in 1909 by the Austrian psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud (1856-1939), the Complex of Oedipus is a section of the written paper "Analysis of a Phobia in a Five-Year-Old Boy" in which Freud outlined the fear of horses of a boy known as "Little Hans".

The psychoanalyst determined that the boy's terror was due to feelings of anger he had internalised. According to Freud, all small boys choose their mother as their primary object of desire. They subconsciously wish to usurp their father and become their mother's lover. These desires appear between the ages of 3 and 5, when a boy is in what Freud defines as the "phallic" stage of development.

This stage represents an important point in the formation of sexual identity. The analogous experience for girls is known as the Electra complex, in which girls feel a desire for their father and jealousy of their mother. The child, however, suspects that acting on these feelings would lead to danger, thus he/she represses his/her desires. This leads to anxiety.

In order to resolve the conflict, the boy then identifies with his father and the girl with her mother. It is at this point that a superego is formed; it becomes an internalisation of the parental figure that strives to suppress the ID's impulses and make the ego act upon these idealistic standards.

The ID, ego and superego are, as described by Freud, the three main parts of the human mind that develop our personality through their interactions.

The ID is the most primitive. Within the ID are all the inherited components of personality we are born with, including the sex instinct, the Eros and the instinct towards aggression. The ID operates entirely unconsciously; it does not change with time or experience, since it is not related to the external world.

The ego is the rational, pragmatic part of our personality. It's less primitive than the ID and is both conscious and unconscious; it represents what may be called reason and common sense. Freud used the word "ego" to mean a set of psychic functions such as judgment, tolerance, reality testing, control, planning, defense, synthesis of information, intellectual functioning and memory.

The superego is concerned with social rules and morals, and covers what many would refer to as "conscience". It develops around the age of 3-5 and it consists of two systems: the conscience and the ideal self. The conscience is a part that can punish the ego by making it feel guilty. The ideal self, on the other hand, creates an imaginary picture of how you ought to be, and deals with ambition and social behaviour, including how you treat others and how to be a useful member of society.

According to Freud, the ID, ego and superego, are in constant conflict so that adult personality and behaviour are directly from the results of these internal childhood struggles.

The parallels

So, now that we have established what the Complex of Oedipus is, it is time to see how it connects back to our deranged owl man and to the entire race of the Eliotropes.

At this point though, I have to make a brutal yet sad confession: I have not watched the fourth season of Wakfu nor the Oropo special with all of the new Eliotropes, so all I'm going to focus entirely on Oropo for this analysis and hope that somebody else who has watched season 4 can piece together what aspects of Freud research are present in which Eliotrope and how it all ties back to Yugo.

For now, we can see how the first four paragraphs of the document have unsettling similarities to the entire concept and actions of Oropo and the Eliotropes.

Now, we need to consider that Freud at the time probably didn't take bisexuality and other gender identities as things an individual was born with; because in the case of the Electra complex we need to remember that all female Eliotropes are canonically lesbians, as reiterated by @cocogum in this post , thus, the more modern (or at least the most Wakfu relevant) interpretation of the two complexes that we should consider is: "the child wish to usurp the parent whose at the recieving end of the kid's sexual attraction, and to overcome said urge, identifies with that parent". I could make a different case for bisexuality, but it's not relevant.

The important thing about these two complexes is explaining why Oropo feels so much attraction for Amalia to not be able to contain himself even with Lady Echo. The entire concept behind the Eliotropes is that they were incomplete parts of Yugo that came into existence by accident and couldn't survive nor have an identity of their own without Yugo.

For how much Oropo plays himself up as this secretive master planner, he's actually a mere sexually repressed clone-child that's unable to grow up due to the very nature of his existence.

Finally appreciating canon Oropo: the trilogy's finale.

I feel like, once I learned about the connection between Sigmund Freud and Oropo, I finally started to care a little bit about the guy and the entirety of the Eliotrope's race. Granted, this analysis does fix the many problems and qualms I have with the character; like, if his writing problems limited themselves to the season 3 finale then I could pass it off as just the sad, miserable conclusion of a doomed existence, but no. Unfortunately, Oropo has problems even in the manga and ova created solely to expand on his character, it's like Tot is completely unable to give his writing pet the necessary traits to make him an antagonist worthy of the Wakfu's standards, and instead just uses him for cool visuals and to fill in the untold parts of the lore.

He came up with a truly brilliant concept reminiscing the psychoanalysis of the 19th century, and couldn't find a way to explore said concept in a meaningful way because he had to turn it into a fight. Naturally, this isn't just a Wakfu problem, this is an anime and media problem at large, where we necessarily have to resolve conflicts into a battle because otherwise the audience could feel bored and disinterested in the final product.

This is a problem that carries over to the Avatar franchise, where the creators tried to have meaningful political commentary and couldn't find a meaningful way to have it that didn't involve a fight, because, if they don't turn it into a fight of good and evil, then the audience could feel scared at the prospect of such a challenging, morally compromising story.

To me, Oropo would have been a far more interesting character if he just wanted to overthrow the gods for their selfishness and wanted Yugo to approve his decisions because he was his creator and he loved him.

Could have made for a far more interesting story than just simply going back to the status quo and compromising it only through the inclusion of the Necromes, who pretty much just sought destruction and didn't really change the hierarchy in a meaningful manner.

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To prove to you how NORMAL I am about Yumalia I wrote a two chapter fic about the- wait.

Second chapter will be up soon!

No Hurt All Comfort Post-S4 Sickfic :) They are happy