#awooga sits

[maybe-not-scp-049]

tears

there

[itsshawtyfellas]

UM HELLOOOO

MR JOSEPH QUINN WHAT ARE YOU DOING

I'm going feral rn I swear

[eggsandbeer]

the only part of this movie that i enjoyed was when number six went in on him for like a full minute before he could do any killing

[savoryhoneybear]

Glucose Guardian (WIP AU sugarbaby!sans x reader)

CW: dubcon, implied drugged sex, handjob, frottage, oral sex, sans x reader, reader's sex/gender is left vague, implied alcohol consumption. ecto body, ecto genitals, spit kink, unnegtioated kink, financial hardship, original character (its satyr, but he's niceys). alphys cameo. i have no experience working a big boy office job so please don't look at the details of your "work" too closely lol. ask to tag <3

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he can't move.

sans feels heavy, like his bones had been replaced with lead weights. his eyes refused to focus.

where was he, again..? the last thing he remembered was you, sitting next to him at the bar and telling him all about your business. you were so excited about closing a deal with the vegetoid group - something about "making magic mainstream." now, he was pretty sure he was laying down, somewhere. he was looking at the fancy wallpaper of an expensive hotel room. the sun barely made it through gaps in the thick blackout curtains.

what time was it? how long had he been out? was papyrus okay?

he groans, trying to push himself up from under the heavy comforter - only to be pulled down, arms wrapping around him that he had no memory of inviting into bed with him. his panic is muffled and dampened by his lethargic magic. he can feel warm human skin in direct contact with his bare bones.

how much did he drink last night? the last time he woke up in someone else's bed like this was during his college years, but that was... well, it wasn't that long ago, admittedly. still! these days, he was way better about picking his partners, and he was always home before his brother had any reason to worry.

this felt different. the way his body wasn't listening to him was starting to scare him.

the body behind him tugs him closer, a soft, breathy moan chilling the top of his skull. he was being clutched like a teddy bear.

that couldn't be comfortable, he thinks offhandedly. his ecto isn't even summoned. his spine had to be poking into your soft tummy. his tailbone was being cushioned by the warmth of your -

oh, stars. you shift again, your thick thigh moving up and around his pelvis, locking the two of you together. sans can't look, but he knows it's you. he realizes sluggishly that he's surrounded in your scent. the body he'd fantasize about during guilty late night solo sessions was nearly crushing him now, exactly how he wanted it to. you seemed to revel in his bony form instead of being repulsed, and if the way you rubbed against his pelvis was any indication, you were getting off on it, too.

the new knowledge sticks to the front of his mind like taffy, refusing to budge. he whimpers, wishing he had the strength to do anything about it when his ecto starts collecting along his bones.

when it pops into place, solidifying with a squelch, he hears you hum in confusion. you're roused from your light rest, and in the dark of the room, his magic was neon bright, like a freshly cracked glowstick. it didn't help that he couldn't stop thinking about your thighs, or the chest pressing against him, or your hands on his ribs, or -

you chuckle softly. one of your hands moves from his sternum to trace lazily over his newly appeared rolls. you pinch a love handle with all the tenderness of a romantic and place a kiss to the back of his skull. he literally can't fight the way he melts at your attention.

"goodmorning, baby blue," you murmur. "looks like someone's excited for round three."

sans is trying hard to remember why this was a bad idea. he'd been wanting to be in your bed for ages, now, hadn't he? sure, he was missing his morning shift, and papyrus was probably wondering why he hadn't called yet, but -

oh fuck. he was going to get fired.

sans mumbles with a note of urgency, trying once more to get up and out of your decadent embrace. you only shush him, hand trailing further down to his half-hard magic. he whines, only spurring you on.

"hey, hey, it's alright," you say. "just relax, sweetheart. i've got you."

you continue to coax small sounds from him, lovingly pulling on his perfect little cock. you can feel him grow to his full size the longer you pleasure him, using the beaded up precum on his tip to slick the way. sans' breathing speeds up in time with his soulbeat and any vision he had flickers in and out. It's all he can do to stay conscious while you bring him to what was, apparently, his third climax of the night.

you're huffing into the side of his skull now, and he can hear every stitch of humor when you watch him spend weakly over your fingers. it plants a seed of doubt in his throat. what was so funny? did he look weird? did he not last long enough? were you playing some sort of joke?

you shush him again, pressing kisses to his cheek, each one followed by a small praise. "gorgeous. lovely. handsome. darling," and so on. it eases most of his anxiety.

sans finds himself feeling rather puddle-like. there was no hope of escaping now. he might as well accept his fate. once whatever was in his system passed, he could bombard you with twenty questions. he doesn't know what he was going to do about his shifts today, but nothing could be done in this state.

the thought of you that clings like taffy to his mind stretches to push his worries down until all he had energy for was the stream of praises being kissed into his bones.

---

as soon as sans settles again, you untangle yourself from the sheets and pad lightly to the restroom. you prepare a warm towel and grab a water bottle from the mini fridge on your way back. you take great care in cleaning up your escort, helping him take a few sips of water before lulling him back to sleep.

he's been your favorite partner so far. everything about him was interesting. you've found yourself delighted by this little skeleton in more ways than one. you wanted to keep him around.

you set up beside him, maneuvering him so that his skull rested against you as you went about a lazy morning routine. you checked your phone for missed calls and new emails, working through the small tasks that you could stomach before having your cup of coffee.

there was a lot less stress for you to handle this morning, thankfully. last night had been your personal little celebration. with the vegetoid group signing on to work with your team to bring monster brands to human shelves, it wasn't that you were off the hook - more so that you could focus on your favorite part of the job.

you rub a hand over your face. some caffeine would be nice anyway.

you lean over sans to reach for the hotel's landline, catching sight of his phone lighting up in silence. your curiosity gets the better of you, and you grab it instead, looking through the barrage of notifications. multiple missed calls from "bro." a few from "work3," and many unanswered texts. you frown, looking down at the sleeping monster beside you.

that won't do. you make a note to yourself to ask him about it when he wakes up. it wasn't any of your business to do damage control yet, though.

you put his phone back down and make your call to room service, requesting a late breakfast in bed. that settled, you shoot a text off to your personal assistant and ask them to find a new set of clothes for your companion before noon. the measurements you send are educated guesses made by using his old, discarded outfit as a reference.

he was adorable to you, but to the hotel's mid-day staff? he absolutely was not passing through the lobby without judgment. you didn't want to have to deal with it - it was cheaper to just doll him up a bit now than it was to keep mouths shut.

you let in room service and tip them well when they leave, coming back to find sans blinking groggily at the silver cart.

"good morning, darling. you must be hungry."

he groans, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth a few times. he pushes at the sheets with the strength of a kitten, and it makes you want to coo and chitter over him. you help him out of his cocoon, bringing him closer to the food.

you watch as he struggles to pick up the fork. your humor quells to concern when you finally realize that sans isn't just tired. he seems to be incapacitated.

"are you feeling okay?" you ask gently.

sans' eyelights are hazy when they look up to you, and his teeth clatter when he tries to put together more than a whimper. eventually, he manages to slowly shake his head "no." a few more yes or no questions later, and you feel anger sparking in your chest.

you curse, grabbing your phone to get in contact with your PA again. you tell them to switch priorities and get a monster healer to you as soon as possible. you didn't know it was possible for a monster - much less one made of bones - to get roofied. If that even was the drug responsible, anyway. how had you not noticed?

you figured the two of you had had plenty to drink, sure. and sans was even rather enthusiastic about getting out of his clothes, but...

you tell sans that help was on the way. until then, you help him eat by feeding him yourself. you try not to think about who in that seedy little pub had slipped something into his drink. you try not to think about the fact that you had taken great pleasure out of his pliable body. you try not to think of the way his phone was still lighting up with new messages, as missed commitments passed with the rising sun.

you grimace. you take a chug of your warm dark roast. it helps a little.

sans is trying to get your attention. he's blinking owlishly at you as a hand tugs at your robe. you glance at him with a questioning hum, and you watch as he tries to form his words.

"wh...what... haah. happ'ned?"

you look away, take another swig, and sigh.

"not much," you say. "we both got drunk and i brought you back to my hotel room for sex and cuddles."

sans' eyelights are trained on you, even as his body sways unsteadily in its upright position. you wince. just how big of a dose had he been given?

"...s'rry," he mumbles. "didn' mean to..."

you scoff despite yourself. "no shit, babe. i'm not about to blame you for getting dosed. when i find out who did this to you i'm going to skin them alive."

sans frowns. "...didjou... like... it?"

you look away.

"i was drunk," you say again.

he nods. a mistake, apparently, proven when he starts convulsing like a sick cat. you leap up in alarm, rushing him to the restroom in the nick of time.

you two stay huddled by the toilet until another knock on your door demands your attention. you hesitate to leave sans' side, and in the silence your PA decides for you. they use the spare key card to let himself in, and you peek out to see him marching directly to the unkempt bed. he starts setting things to rights, placing a bag of brand new clothes on the couch.

sans' sockets blank out, and he huddles further away from their view.

"satyr, your patience truly knows no bounds," you say sarcastically.

the tall cat monster adjusts his smart sweater vest, twitching his whiskers in place of an eye roll. the black and white tuxedo pattern of his fur is well groomed, complimenting the ice-blue eyes that flash daggers in your direction.

"you were the one who demanded urgency," he says with a slight hiss. "you're lucky dr. alphys was available at the drop of a hat. her time is valuable, and i expect you to be on your best behavior. she will be joining us any minute now to look over your new pet."

you know that name. a part of you relaxes at the knowledge that was good old alphy coming to your aid.

you tsk. "aw, is that jealousy i hear?"

his tail flicks. "you wish it was. where is he, anyway?"

you glance over to see sans in a miserable little ball. your mirth crashes when you see him shiver. you move closer, gathering him up in your lap. the bathroom tile is cold where your robe fails to cover you. you could only imagine what it must feel like on his bones.

"i have him," you say. "he's uh. not doing too good, say."

satyr hums. "have you given him anything?"

"food and water. nothing heavy. no meds because i don't know what he's ingested."

"right."

satyr continues his organizing in silence. sans curls up closer to your warmth, tucking in under your chin. you talk to him with gentle tones, rubbing soothing patterns over his dim ecto, still summoned despite his exhaustion.

another knock on the door. satyr answers for you, and after a hushed conversation filled with pleasantries, you hear the heavy footfalls of a different monster.

"d- director?" you look up at the mention of your title. "good afternoon! it's- it is good to see you again."

"afternoon? stars, is it already that late? thank you so much for coming out of your way, doctor."

alphys gives a small wave of dismissal, smiling nervously in the face of your gratitude. "don't- don't, uh, don't worry about it! not a problem at all. i hear you might be in need of an antidote?"

you shift around, bringing the front of your rob into view, and the sickly skeleton clinging to your body. alphys gasps.

"s-s-sans?? what? what are you doing here?"

you look back and forth at the two curiously. "you know him?"

alphys pushes her glasses up with an anxious tick, and then moves to rustle through her supplies. "uh! well, it's uhm- it was a small underground, you know? only two skeletons around to know! ha, ha..."

you look down at sans and curse silently. good going, pal. you managed to get attached to one of the easiest monsters to identify. sneaking him anywhere with you was going to be a higher risk affair than you had initially planned.

sans moans sadly, reminding you of similar noises he had made just that morning. you bite the inside of your cheek and wrap around him protectively once more.

oh, the trouble would be worth it.

alphys takes out her phone, tapping around for a bit. "i'm going to do a detailed CHECK on him. It's essentially like a full body scan. i'll be able to see the changes in his stats and address his symptoms directly."

"okay," you say with a nod. "i trust you. just let me know if there's anything you need me to do to help."

the doctor nods back, quickly refocusing on sans' care.

you watch intently, but there isn't much to see from your end. dr. alphys assesses sans' skeletal structure (say that three times fast) and you get a peek in their bag to see various supplies and substances that you know better than to name.

satyr busies himself with your calendar, anticipating your desire to move today's appointments further down the week. you would have to make it up to him later.

absentmindedly, you rest your cheek on sans' skull. "you're doing so well, baby," you murmur. "you'll be all fixed up in no time. then we can spend the whole day together. go on a little date. doesn't that sound nice?"

sans' ecto glows in response.

"you might want to make sure his schedule is clear, too, before making any plans, director." alphys is putting together a few different liquids as she says this, allowing her to display a rather collected, confident energy. it suits her.

you hum. "yeah. his phone is being bombarded with messages as we speak. it's okay. i'll take care of it."

"papy?"

sans tries to move in the direction of his phone, but he's stopped by alphys this time.

"he's worried about you," the doctor says, "but i know for a fact that you wouldn't want him to see you like this. i've got something that should do the trick, but you have to let my intent do its job. are we clear?"

"...crystuhl."

"good. satyr, do you mind grabbing sans a cup of water?"

satyr does as he's requested. sans takes his concoction without complaint, and the doctor observes for any immediate complications.

"so..," you say smoothly, "who's papy? is that the famous brother i kept hearing about last night?"

sans nods. "s'the best."

alphys grins. "yeah. uhm... anyway! it's- it's going to take a few hours for you to get your full cohh- coherency back, sans. i can talk to papyrus for you if you'd like?"

another nod. "ok."

"you might feel better if you rest at home, too."

"oh, best not jostle him around too much, right? you're free to stay here with me, darling," you cut in with a tone that invited no argument.

"ok."

alphys glances between the two of you for a moment but ultimately concedes.

"a-alright, then. if anything comes up, at- at all, then uhm. dr. satyr knows how to contact me. is there anything else you'd like my help with, director?"

you glance at your personal assistant, who doesn't care to remark on his pretty new honorific.

sans had stopped shaking, so you give alphys a gracious smile.

"thanks again, doc. i owe you one."

once alphys is sent on her way, you round on satyr. sans is set on one side of the bed, and he's clicking through his various notifications.

"since when are you a doctor?"

satyr's tail flicks. "if you had read my resume when you hired me, you would have seen that i received my doctorate in bio-mana technology."

"wait, wait, wait, so then, why didn't you help sans?"

"i have no license to practice medicine as, if you remember the words i just used, i am not a doctor in a medical field."

you stick your tongue out at him. "so mean to me, and for what? i could fire you, you know."

"if only," satyr says. he pushes his glasses up, the corner of his mouth curling in a smirk. "unfortunately, you need me around to cover you when you decide to shirk your responsibilities and play lovestruck fool."

"admit that you like the challenge. oh! speaking of shirking responsibilities - i don't want sansy getting in trouble with anyone. sans, sweetness, who do we need to call to give you the day off?"

sans shakes his head.

"no?" you pout. "what do you mean, 'no'?"

"no need to call anyone for the first gig," he says slowly. "alphys said i'll be fine soon, so i can... make- i can make it to my night shift-"

"what? absolutely not! you're literally recovering from getting drugged - that's a medical emergency, isn't it?"

sans shrugs. he rubs a hand over his skull with a low groan. "i don't- i'd rather... it would be best if no one knew i was in the position to get roofied at all, if that's okay with you, director."

you balk at his short tone, crossing your arms. "why? it's not like it was your fault."

"they won't care. it's fine. i can work."

"but you shouldn't," you plead. "sans, baby-"

"can you stop that? please."

your jaw clicks shut. satyr meets your side glance. he checks his watch and turns heel, immediately getting your hint that you want to be alone.

the hotel door clicks shut, and the silence in the room feels heavy.

sans sighs. "i'm not your 'baby'. you just think i'm weird. or, or... erotic. exotic? different, anyway. you'll be over me in a week."

that's not fair. you cross your arms, half in defense. you want to immediately disregard the comment.

but you couldn't, could you? satyr had been covering for your promiscuity for years. had become a bit of an expert at it, frankly. if sans was ever made properly aware of your track record...

you hate to imagine the way he'd look at you.

but this felt different. you wanted this to last longer than a month. you'd already put in so much effort into making this work. you weren't about to let him think you didn't care.

you weren't about to let him leave.

"i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," you say honestly. "i won't use pet names until you ask me to, moving forward."

sans looks tired. "ok."

you pout. "the rest of what you said isn't true, though. well, not like that. i mean, i like you a lot for a bunch of reasons."

sans puts his phone down. he blinks, and his eyelights struggle to refocus on you. "...like what?"

"well... i like your humor. and the way you talk about your brother. you must really love him." with every point, you inch your way closer to him. "there was this one time, when we were at that rooftop bar. do you remember? you talked about the stars for like, twenty minutes."

sans' face heats up. he looks away, and you chuckle.

"i would have listened to you ramble for the entire night, but you did just that. you got all blushy and shy and apologized for being super smart and cool."

there it is. sans snorts, making you grin.

"i like your appetite. if i knew how to cook, i'd want to share a meal with you. you don't laugh. you snort and chuckle and huff. i think i've managed to make you laugh, like, at most twice. i want to get to know you more and figure out how to get that big belly laugh out of you every time."

you lower yourself to the ground beside him, resting your head and arms on the bed and looking up at him innocently.

"if you stick around, that is. if you'll allow me to get to know you," you murmur. "of course, i like the color of your magic. and yes, i think you're sexy as hell. absolutely gorgeous. i love the way you melt into me, and the noises you make when you're so far gone that it only feels good."

sans' blush floods his cheeks.

"i want you, sans. i want to help you. will you let me?"

he looks at you for a long while. you sit patiently, looking back. he's searching for something, and you hope that what he finds convinces him to let you kiss him again.

he ultimately looks... conflicted.

"ok," he says softly. there's something vulnerable in his voice that makes you want to curl up around him again, and protect him from this bitch of a universe. you had failed him last night. you weren't going to let it happen again.

you smile kindly.

"ok. can you tell me what you need?"

sans picks his phone back up. his mood sours again.

"i don't know," he says earnestly. "i just got fired, and i missed the time to set up my hot dog stand for the lunch rush. my next shift starts in about four hours, and i know for a fact that if i call out now, they're not going to let me back in the door."

your soft posture is rigid once he's done explaining his situation. you hate to think you've cause him so much stress... you also despise that this man has been working at least three jobs just to make ends meet. no wonder he could drink you under the table - every day was another stress to hide at the bottom of the bottle.

"how much do you need? like, monthly?"

sans looks sidelong at you. "don't worry about it."

"too late for that, babes. i- i mean, sans. sorry. it's too late for that, though. i'm so very worried about it. you're smart and charismatic. you catch on to things very quickly. i bet i can give you a referral to a way better position-"

"no."

"what- but, why? please, sans, you're going to work yourself to death!"

sans shrugs. "It's not that bad... a lot of us don't even get the opportunity. It's hard to hire a skeleton for much of anything. if i was a bunny, or a dog..."

"then work for me."

sans squints at you. "doing... what? you already have a personal assistant."

"mmmaybe," you hum, inching closer. "you could keep me company. be my escort."

"i... i... no," he says slowly, with great hesitance.

"how much do you need, sans? i can offer you double."

"wha- what? no! i can't accept that-"

"triple."

sans huffs. "stop, please, i- look. i don't need much. it's... it's my brother who needs it. he got accepted into MEU. i think i told you about it? anyway. his classes, the tuition- the room and board... it's so expensive. the gold i had saved up from before is set to run out in a couple months if i don't have at least four different streams of income. i don't want him to worry about it, much less about me. he needs to focus on his studies and on getting to know as many people as possible. i don't want to be the reason he holds himself back from reaching his potential, and i can't- i can't be there for him the way i used to be, but then i wonder if i ever really was and i can't even-"

sans is starting to have trouble breathing, the anxiety choking him. you rush up to hold him again, shushing him.

"sans. sans," you say, tone firm. "you're okay, papy is okay. it's going to work out. please, trust me. let me help you. if you won't let me help you get a job- let me cover one month. i can give you time."

sans groans, leaning into you. his grip on his phone is worrying. you try to be soothing.

"why are you so against the idea, though? if anything, i'd expect you to leap at the easy out."

he buries his face against your chest, tossing his phone to the side just to grip you instead.

"i... like you. too." the confession is caught in the soft material of your robe.

you perk up for a moment before collapsing back into confusion. you wait for him to continue.

he's shaking again.

"i wanted this to be different," he says in a rush. "i didn't expect to like you so much. i don't want to take advantage of your status, and i don't want you to think i'm only here for your money, i just- if i can't do this, then what use am i to you? what do i tell paps?"

you frown. "sans. please look at me."

sans whines for a note, but does as he's told. he backs up just enough to meet your eye.

"sans. you don't have to do this alone. please let me help you. i promise that i won't like you any less."

sans' eyes flicker. "you promise?"

you nod. "i promise."

sans bites his tongue. he curls in closer to you, the side of his skull resting over your heartbeat.

a minute passes.

you try to be soothing, rubbing patterns into his ribs and rocking gently to and fro.

eventually, sans nods.

"ok."

you light up, pulling back to look sans in the eye again. "really?? wonderful! how much do you need? Mount Ebott University isn't Ivy League, right? i could probably find a way to slash that tuition for your brother. Where do you live again? do you rent or did you buy? regardless, i have property in the city that you could live in-"

"s-slow down," sans mumbles.

you grin. "sorry! sorry, okay. well, here, let's start with this-"

you grab sans' phone and hand it back to him.

"call out. you're not going anywhere today, young man!"

sans' smile is wobbly, and a drop of sweat appears on his skull. "ok."

you giggle, feeling compelled to plant a smooch to his cheek. that makes him blush again.

---

he calls out. someone on the other end of the line yells at him, and you don't entertain it for a second, hanging up on them for him. with a small celebration, you kiss him senseless.

with his newfound freedom, sans' first request is to take a shower. understandably so- usually you would have insisted on taking one earlier, but today had been rather eventful thus far. you don't even really think about it in your excitement, picking sans up in a bridal carry without issue and marching happily to the large bath.

you set him down on the soft bathmat and remove your robe with a flourish. sans' sockets widen, and he stumbles back a step.

you cackle. "what? it's nothing you haven't seen before!"

sans is grinning despite himself. "in my defense, it's usually dark, and i'm usually half-drunk."

"then feast your eyes, darling," you say with a grand gesture, standing proudly before him in plain view. only to wince at your mistake and walk back with a rushed, "shit, sorry, i mean-"

sans laughs.

"no, no- it's fine. i uh... i was..." sans' hands clench into fists. "you promised... so, uh, its okay. i like it..."

you perk up again. "you like it? what do you like?"

sans is bright blue when he says, "i... i like being... your baby..."

you squeal in delight. you pick him up again, this time spinning him around in giddy circles. with every endearment, you place another kiss on his soft face. "baby!! sweetheart!! darling!! cutie-patootie!! honey bunches!!"

eventually, sans devolves into a fit of giggles, helpless to avoid the onslaught of your affection. you set the water to temp, and as you wait for the room to steam up, you help things along by pressing sans against the wall.

you kiss him again and again, licking at his teeth. he summons his tongue at your insistence, and he tastes like-

medicine.

you spit without thinking, recoiling at the flavor. sans presses himself as close to the wall as he can, and he stares at you with a hint of fear. his jaw snaps shut, tongue hiding away.

"oh stars, oh stars, oh-" you fret, "no, wait-" and you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. "i'm so sorry, oh my fucking stars, i didn't mean to do that, i-"

sans' blush is so deep, his eye lights flickering and warping.

you kiss him elsewhere, trying to soothe over your mistake-

only.

sans is stiff as a board.

you grin.

"wait a second... did you... like that??"

"n-no!"

"holy shit, you liked that!!"

"i- i don't even-"

"you little freak," you say with a purr. "i'll just have to keep that little trick in my back pocket, hm?"

before he can protest again, you reach up to hook a thumb on his bottom jaw, prying it open. you see sans' florescent blue tongue squirm in embarrassment as you slowly position him inches below you. you gather a small bit of saliva and threaten a drop of it.

sans' eyelights spiral out of shape, and his arms lash out in search of stability. you pull back before the drop lands, letting go of him enough to let him gather his senses. he's gasping, trying to get a hold of himself, trying to not make it so obvious that he found that hot as hell.

his eyelights betray him, flashing heart shaped. his ecto is at full mast, and when he finds stability, he finds it in you, clinging to your strong arms.

now knowing what to expect, you dive in to kiss him again. the taste is unpleasant, but his keening whine makes it worth it. stuck between you and the wall, he ruts against you, searching for friction. you let him take his own pleasure, encouraging him to grind against you.

the steam builds around you, hot and heavy. you moan, dropping a hand to sans' thick thigh, pulling his leg up and over your hip. you rub against each other, and you can feel how the slick from his ecto is sticky against your skin.

"good boy," you say roughly, nipping the corner of his mouth. "you look so pretty and desperate grinding on me. does that feel good, baby? yeah?"

"y-yeah."

"i want to hear you say it."

"it- it feels- nmgh- it feels good."

you groan. "perfect. so good for me, sans."

"please, please-"

"what do you need?"

"need more," sans begs, "please!"

you kiss him hard, shifting until you can comfortably wrap a hand around his dick. you pull a few adorable squeaks out of him, and you can feel it in the way he twitches that his pleasure is climbing.

the ceilings are high enough that you can lift sans up until his thighs rest on your shoulders. he yelps, the bite of fear easily melting into arousal when you lick a stripe over his delicious looking cock. the tip of it is a dark indigo, contrasting the vibrant sapphire of the rest of his ecto.

you give him a teasing kiss before swallowing him down to the hilt. he's not the biggest you've ever had, but you might just claim him to be the best. he fit perfectly in your mouth, and he tasted as good as he looked. you moan around him, loud and vulgar, and focus on making him delirious with pleasure.

sans holds on to the best of his ability, a chant of "please, please, please," joining the humidity of the room. you're honored to provide.

it's wonderful for both of you. you love the way he feels, twitching involuntarily, thighs shaking even as they clamp around your head. sans' moan is gorgeous and ragged when he finally reaches his peak. his hands pull you down, smushing your nose against him, and you happily swallow down every pulse of cum that paints the back of your throat.

sans is panting, the strength of his hold waning as aftershocks zip up his spine. you look up to see his heart-shaped eyelights are hazy and warbling, and for a minute, you're so overcome affection that you want the moment to last forever. you suckle gently until he's whining again, one hand weakly asking you to stop.

you release him with a pop and one last kitten kiss. you take sans gently off of your shoulders and guide the two of you to the waiting stream of water. the shower was more than ready for you, and the water felt divine.

"you did so good, darling," you say in a hushed tone, half because your throat needed a moment to rest. "absolutely gorgeous. positively delectable."

sans is liquid in your hold, and he sighs with heady decadence. you rub gently at the surface of his exposed bones. slowly, the ecto clinging to his frame fades back down, and you're left with a sleepy little skeleton that you can maneuver as you wish. you are nothing less than thorough, making sure any buildup of magic and sweat was washed away. you continue to praise him as you go. it was quickly becoming your favorite thing to do.

after doing the same for yourself, you shut the water off and wrap sans in a big, warm, fluffy towel. he dozes almost immediately, trusting your care.

looking down at his peaceful expression, it dawns on you just how far gone you are.

as long as he continues to indulge your offer, you are going to do everything in your power to keep sans for yourself. safe, happy, and pampered...

[luvisia]

can we be crazy about simon peacock again (?)

[le-higuu]

I think I'm actually about to explode guys. Guys I think book of bill & the subsequent fanart unlocked something hidden within me (hormones) I am frothing at the mouth like never before. This is the first time I've been so unabashedly thirsty ANYWHERE EVER

[honey-oak]

Working on something but 🥵🥵 simping for my own drawing

[scoundrelofwrath]

He's not looking!

[temerateadnascentia]

having a normal one today

[lewisvinga]

awooga | max verstappen x fem! wolff! reader

summary; in which y/n thinks she’s fawning over her boyfriend on her priv, until she realized she just exposed her relationship on her public account

fc; erika hasseur

warnings; suggestive comments, cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03 @c-losur3

note; requested ! awooga is so funny

masterlist !

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liked by maxverstappen1, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: AWOOOOGA🤤 i wish i can post him on the main all the time looooook at him😩 but i guess i’ll stay on the priv😔😔😔

yourusername: i wanna sit on those thighs tho

yourusername: imma call him, make him my booty call🥴

username: HELPOAKDKSND

username: uhm…..

username: HOLD AWNNNN

username: does toto know??😃😃

yourbestfriend: oh,,,, girl…..

yourusername: i am just a girl thirsty n horny for her bf on her priv😪😪😪

yourbestfriend: that’s the thing… it’s not your priv

username: she doesn’t realize this is her public account IJBOL

username: MAX??? MAX VERSTAPPEN???

maxverstappen1: wrong account, schat, wrong account !

yourusername: oh!

mercedesamgf1: answer the phone, now. - toto

yourusername: oh fuck

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liked by maxverstappen1, lewishamilton, and others !

yourusername: uhm…. anyways! photo dump w my boyf

tagged; maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: pls stop calling me ur boyf on the main im scared ur dad will find me.

mercedesamgf1: count your days, verstappen. - toto

yourusername: who gaf what he thinks ur my sexy boyf AWOOGA🤤🤤

georgerussell63: pls stop saying awooga it hurts

maxverstappen1: ur jealous 😂🫵🫵

username: she’s so chill abt accidentally leaking her relationship 😭

username: shes winning the idgaf war

username: off topic but her fits are always😍

username: how did toto and susie react pls tell🤔

yourusername: well susie was amazing! love herrrrrrr🩷🩷🩷🩷

yourusername: my father on the other hand…… let’s just say if we were on the paddock no headphones would’ve been safe 😆😆

mercedesamgf1: was not happy. - toto

yourusername: pls for the love of God make an instagram account i’d be soooo good at managing it!!!😞😞😞

mercedesamgf1: leave max then. - toto

yourusername: then no🙄🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: i was threatened a lot 😄😄

lewishamilton: well! that’s something !

yourusername: look away, lewis, look away

lewishamilton: i’m afraid your roscoe privileges are revoked

yourusername: NO PLEASE NOT MY ROSCOE😭💔💔 i know max has cats but please 😔

maxverstappen1: guess i’ll have to make y/n a cat person now😁

lewishamilton: anyways! roscoe needs a babysitter this monday!😆

yourusername: I’M IN!!

username: NOO LEWIS AND TOTOS COMMENTS ARE SENDING MEE😭😭😭😭

username: y/n ur so real for saying awooga to max😩

yourusername: have you SEEN those thighs? AWOOOGA

yourusername: i’m afraid i cannot speak on his thighs any further 🥴🥴🥴🥴

georgerussell63: STOPPP

charles_leclerc: please stop we have children here

oscarpiastri: 😨😨😨

maxverstappen1: the lady can say whatever she wants! 🙄🙄

mercedesamgf1: no she cannot. not when it’s about you. - toto

maxverstappen1: you’re so right, sir! sorry about that, mr. wolff!🤗🤗

yourusername: oh nah my dad got mad max scared asf of him

maxverstappen1: his threats are working, schat, help….😰

[blondwhxrewrites]

OMG PLS ITS SO WEIRD BUT-

u just out with slytherins on some porch and they all smoking weed/or whatever.

u tremble bcs you're cold but obvs u won't tell anyone🙄

theo notices it and wanna give u his hoodie but mattheo immediately protests even tho he's only wearing a shirt. AND HE GIVES U HIS SHIRT WHILE STAYING HALF NAKED JUST BCS HE DOESNT WANT U TO WEAR ANOTHERS MAN HOODIE😔🔥

No, because Mattheo is so possessive of his princess )):

Ur just chilling with the group on a rainy day sitting on Pansy's porch watching the rain fall and trying not to gag at the horrible smell of weed when you start to get chilly, and being the sweet boy he is, Theo offers his sweatshirt to warm you up.

You're just about to reach over and grab Theo's sweatshirt from him when suddenly another sweatshirt was thrust into your arms and your head whipped around to your boyfriend, who now sat shirtless beside you acting as if he didn't just do that. "Seriously?" You quirked an eyebrow, throwing the sweatshirt on without any question. 

The others around you snicker, passing joints between each other and watching as the rain continues to pour down. Mattheo just shrugs and continues to inhale his joint, puffing out the smoke. "I was getting hot anyways," he flicked away some of the burning embers at the end of his joint, smiling innocently.

And ur just left wearing his sweatshirt and drooling over his gorgeous abs because AWOOGA 🤤

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 7 ] || [ Chapter 9 ]

Pairing: Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ghost is making a move.

Chapter 8: Awooga?

Surprisingly, your one-night stand with John last night did wonders for you. You felt energized all day and made it a point to clean everything instead of moping about like you have tended to do since your break-up with Ethan.

There were days when you considered texting him, neck deep in feelings you couldn’t quite move past, trying your best to stay afloat. Four years by his side couldn’t be forgotten in the blink of an eye, even if neither of you wanted anything to do with the other and had each other blocked on every platform imaginable.

It’s 4 P.M. on Saturday and you’re laying about in your living room wearing lounge clothes, your legs spread over your coffee table, eyes lazily locked on the TV as you fiddle with your phone, twirling it in your hand.

Eventually, you find yourself getting bored… So you decide to open Tinder one last time. You got what you wanted out of it. John scratched that itch… There’s no need to keep it. But it’s still funny enough to judge the men on that app even if you’re no longer doing anything with them.

You start Left Swiping on every profile that comes onto your screen, silently judging each one and murmuring to yourself. You get about 15 profiles in before you find yourself bored of even that.

Sighing and getting peckish, you decide to order yourself something good for dinner from a delivery app. Then, while waiting for the notification that your driver is on his way, you return to Tinder.

You open the DM tab, finding dozens of new DMs from guys and skim through them, none of them catching your eye. If you were in the mood, you’d maybe engage in convo with one of them, maybe annoy them a little… But they all seem so… bland.

Then you find Simon’s chat lost in the influx. You click on it for a moment, smiling a bit as you spot his politeness and excess professionalism for someone that’s on a dating app looking to get laid.

Biting your lip, your fingers glide across the keyboard as you shoot him a quick message.

you: so… are you thinking of ever uploading a new pic of yourself?

The Read indicator popped up under your DM almos instantly, and the bubbles indicating Simon was typing soon followed.

Simon: Look who it is. Simon: Hello to you too. Simon: No, I don’t intend to do that. you: hi, sorry. x you: why not? Simon: I don’t take this app seriously enough to want to show off what I look like. you: was that a dig at me for having a whole gallery? Simon: No. Simon: Unless you want it to be. 😉 you: 😱😱 you: SIMON DID YOU JUST USE AN EMOJI? Simon: I regret doing it now. you: NOOOO pls don’t! you: it was fun!!!! Simon: Alright then. Simon: How are you feeling today?

You’re genuinely shocked by his question and you find yourself smiling a bit.

you: i’m okay hru? Simon: Just okay? I’m fine thanks. you: yeah! feeling lazy. Simon: You had me worried you weren’t feeling well after last night.

Your cheeks warm up so quickly that you even sputter and sit up on the couch with a start.

you: you know?? Simon: Of course I know. Simon: John’s my captain.  you: he told you??????? Simon: No. John’s old school. No kiss and tell. Simon: But we were all expecting he’d go home with you. Simon: Kind of an open secret. you: oh Simon: Does that bother you? you: i don’t think so? you: i guess i should’ve expected you would realize it Simon: I’m sorry. Simon: To be fair, I can tell you that you did a great job, he’s in a much better mood. you: that is not the praise you think it is 😭 Simon: I’m not used to giving praise, cut me some slack alright? you: right. i can see that. you: the whole - my team would say i push them - thing Simon: I stand by that. Simon: I’m not very good at talking. Simon: But I’m not a liar. you: i’ve noticed you: you tend to hate being called that. Simon: Lie enough on the job. Simon: When I’m talking to people outside of that, I like being as honest as I can be. you: i see you: sooo does that mean i can ask you things and you’ll be honest in the answers? Simon: About? you: you Simon: Within reason. you: what do you look like Simon: 6ft4, blonde, brown eyes. you: that’s it? Simon: I said ‘Within reason’. That means I won’t give you more than I think I should. you: infuriating 😤 Simon: That’s life.

Just as you’re about to answer, your doorbell rings. You were so absorbed in Simon’s chat that you didn’t notice your delivery driver arrived.

You slip on some shoes quickly and dash downstairs to the front door of the building to receive your food.

Once upstairs, you set your food on the table and unwrap everything, beginning to eat your Nando’s chicken as you try to resume texting Simon one-handed.

That’s when you spot the message he sent you while you were busy.

Simon: Added some new pics. Simon: Don’t say I never did anything for you. Simon: But I’ll take them down in 2 minutes so you better hurry up.

Eyebrows raised, you quickly click on his profile and rush to tap through to the new pictures.

The first one makes you chuckle. Of course, it’s him wearing a hoodie and a stupid mask… But the second one? Your jaw drops open and you find yourself swallowing dryly.

“Awooga…” You quip to yourself and giggle, amused at your own silliness as your eyes trail over every inch of exposed skin in Simon’s chest. Even if that’s not him, even if that’s just some… bloke he found online, it’s still a bloody fine picture.

Returning to the chat, you type a quick reply.

you: not bad Simon: Answered your questions? you: raised a couple more. Simon: Good. Simon: You keep them in your mind for later. you: why does it feel like you’re leaving?? Simon: Because I am. Duty calls. Simon: I’ll tell John you said 'Hi'. you: okay... you: be careful!

As soon as you sent that message you found yourself facepalming. Why do you sound like a concerned partner? You don’t even know this man. Any of them really. Even if you had one of them inside of you less than 24 hours ago.

You don't dwell too much on it because soon there's a message from Simon on the screen.

Simon: Always am. Don’t miss us too much.

Shaking your head, you set down your phone, locking the screen, and turning back to your peri-peri chicken and chips, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation.

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[demonic0angel]

Nightwing is Not The Normal One!! (Click for clarity)

Of course, Wally still helped Dick plan a date so he could finally ask out Dan. (Image descriptions are below, as well as what Wally sent to Dan in his text messages)

Inspired by this post of mine

[Image description: Panel 1 has Wally sitting down at a dining table, presumably at a restaurant and Dick just arrived and is sitting down. The two are smiling and chatting.

Wally: Dick! It’s great to see you!

Dick: You too, Wally! It’s been so long!

W: Right? How’ve you been?

Panel 2 has a close up of Dick’s smiling face.

D: Remember Wraith? (Wraith is Dan’s “hero” name that I made up) We’ve been hanging out more and… I think I’m going to ask him out!

Panel 3 has Wally’s awkward, but smiling face as Dick rambles in the background.

D: He’s just so cute and handsome and gorgeous like I really don’t know how Dr and Dr Fenton created such a perfect being like omg wow

Panel 4 continues with Wally’s face but now he’s frowning and looking even more awkward as Dick rambles.

D: And all of his siblings are so adorable and cute too. And do you see his muscles? Like awooga amirite he’s so attractive that it’s killing me bark bark woof woof

Panel 5 now has Wally who has lost all hope in having a normal conversation with Dick, who continues rambling.

D: I bet he’d be so cute in bed. I took pictures of him when he was sleeping and found his address lol it was too easy I didn’t even try like omg it was so easy

Panel 6 has Wally freaked out and texting Dan underneath the table. He stays silent while Dick is now visibly gushing with hearts around him.

D: Did you know that his measurements are 48-35-44? He has an hourglass figure! I found out by looking through the cameras I put in his room. Man, I can’t wait to—

W: *thinking* HOW DID I FORGET THAT HE WAS BATMAN’S FIRST KID??? THEY’RE ALL INSANE!! ]

Wally’s text messages with Dan:

[Image description: the contact name is “do not put dick in”

Wally: *with bad spelling* bro did anyone tell you that Dick is crazy yet

Dan: … sorry?

Wally: *with more bad spelling* Dick has your bwh (bust/waist/hips) numbers

Wally: He’s crazy

Dan: I’ve been knowing 🙄]

[smoochhyuka]

Surprising Riize in lingerie <3

Spoiling the boys.

○o。content warnings! NSFW, idol!riize, fem!reader, fairly detailed descriptions of lingerie, established relationship, service top!Shotaro, slightly subby!Eunseok, cunnilingus and no use of protection in Sungchans, oral m!receiving and very tame mean!dom in Wonbins, a wee bit of angst and orgasm denial in Sohees, mention of spanking and cunnilingus in Antons, unedited

Shotaro

You decide to surprise him after an especially difficult week, shyly opening the door, already wearing the new set you bought, closing it rapidly behind him in case a neighbor walks by.

It's a fairly classic set, a push-up bra, stockings and a lace slip in a color that compliments you the best.

Your cute Shotaro, with a big bouquet in his hand, is speechless, almost dropping the present. He bought them as an apology for being too absent lately.

He has a bright smile on his face, slowly handing you the flowers and taking off his shoes. "W-wow...", he stutters, "You really went all out for me today, baby."

He is a giggly mess, but at the same time he's frozen in place, just checking you out. He might ask you to do a little spin, but that's the extent of it. If you want to, you know, not stand around in the hallway anymore, you need to say something.

You lead him into the bedroom, just sit down at first, at the edge of the bed, and kiss slowly, taking things from there.

Even though you had sex numerous times already, he treats you like it's your first time all over again. Asking if you're alright, if you like what he's doing, what you crave at that moment, making sure to worship you~.

Exploring your body in a completely new way. Rubbing, biting, pinching or kissing new places. The most playful sex you two ever had.

He's going to buy you more lingerie in the future.

Eunseok

It's his birthday, the first one you two celebrate as a couple, actually. He has made a few jokes about birthday sex. Not a few, a lot. So many, you knew it wasn't a joke anymore. So you decided to grant him his wish.

You both sit in his car, it's a rather quiet drive to your apartment. At a red light, you call for his name, making him look over at you. What he didn't expect is that you already pulled down the top of your dress, revealing an almost fully transparent lace bra, hugging your tits cutely.

Let's just say he didn't stop at the following red lights.

You have no idea how you made it all the way up to your door while making out this intensely. He's pressing you against the apartment door while trying to turn the keys in the keyhole.

You just stumble into the living room, Eunseok is already taking off both of your clothes. You have never seen him this desperate before.

A lot of humping and wet french kissing, if you ever wanted to take charge, now is the time. Anything you say goes, you could tell him to jump, and he'll do it, holding his boner. ("Me when a bad bitch tells me to do something *🫡*")

If there is a kink he has been wary of previously, he'll also do it without giving it a second thought (realizing he has just been a little judgmental before...)

He'll be fairly rough, though, and cum really fast~ he can't control himself when you look this sexy.

Sungchan

Last time you two drank together, he told you how much he likes these cute négligées. It was a little bit of a comment on the side, not an actual request, but you still went ahead and bought a satin one in his favorite color.

You just left the shower, your boyfriend already in bed, mindlessly scrolling on his phone. He doesn't really look up as you lie down next to him, just as you start to run your hands along his chest, he turns off his phone.

Reacts rather composed. Smiling at you and pulling you closer, placing kisses on your cheeks, forehead and neck, whispering into your ear how beautiful and sexy you look.

In his mind, he is going full on caveman-mode. Awooga. Just wants to sex you.

Pampers you, he feels somewhat grateful you listened to him this attentively and work hard to impress him. You just need to lay back and enjoy what he's giving you. He starts by massaging your back a little bit, your hands, and moves on to your breasts.

Sungchan won't take off the négligée, just your panty underneath to slowly eat you out, giving you multiple orgasms.

"What did I do to deserve this?" "I am a really lucky bastard." "You're seriously spoiling me, Y/N."

Sensual, hot and deep missionary. Omits the condom, he doesn't care tonight.

Wonbin

You know he likes cute things. While scrolling through TikTok, you saw an ad for an online shop that sells cute character and animal themed lingerie, and decided it'll probably be right to your boyfriends ally. You had no specific plan or date in mind, when to wear it, though.

Today he promised to come visit you right after dance practice, but they're taking a lot longer than anticipated and you're growing restless. It's the perfect time to whip out the set and send him a picture, in hopes he'll hurry up!

You begin to worry as he has opened the message, but didn't answer for a whole 25 minutes.

"Open the door." is his only response.

He's panting, still in his dance clothes, and you're hit with an overwhelmingly strong smell of his perfume, probably because he dumped the whole bottle on himself. "I came here as fast as I could."

You're still wearing the set, Wonbin pulls you closer to him and shamelessly checks you out, pulling the fabric to the side, revealing a little bit more of your tits. "Someone has gotten really desperate, huh? To wear something like this?"

Cocky Wonbin! Ignore that fact that he just sprinted to come see you. He literally feels like he's won in life.

This cockiness translates into the sex itself as well, he's getting a little bit of a snarky and mean!dom.

"Show me how much you missed me." as he leans back, pumping his dick leisurely, instruction you to kneel down in front of him.

Sohee

It's your six months anniversary, you just returned home from a wonderful and fun date and want to relax at home for the rest of the evening, maybe watch a new show or play a game.

At least that's what Sohee thought, you had gotten seriously horny throughout the day. He treated you so well, so delicately, and he has said some seriously cute and heartfelt things to you -- how can you not want to fuck his brains out!

You know how your boyfriend is like when he's horny, and this is definitely not it, so you need to help out with a few tricks. You excuse yourself, going to your room to change while he waits in your living room.

You pull out the only type of sexy underwear you own, it's a simple lace bra and matching thong. Since you're already wearing make-up, jewelry and have your hair done, you look hot already, even if it's a generic outfit.

Sohee is a little taken aback, he didn't expect this at all, and it shows in his reaction. At first, you grow a little insecure, worried you might have taken it too far.

After composing himself, he just pats the spot next to him, urging you to sit down. "When have you become so bold?" he asks you in a sultry voice, freely letting his hands wander, kneading your boobs. "You should've told me you needed a little help, sweetheart..."

Teases you with his fingers, plays with your clit, but denies you orgasms. He's showing you a different side of him you didn't expect.

Tells you to ride him, you're now fully naked while he's still wearing all his clothes. Every time you get close to an orgasm, he pulls you off, effectively edging himself as well.

No because he got the biggest confidence boost.

Anton

He spoils you so much, with presents, kisses, massages and cuddles, so you figure it's only fair to give something back.

You invited him over, both wearing proper attire, Anton a dress pant and shirt, you are in a black mini dress, eating a homemade candlelight dinner at your kitchen counter.

You already planned the whole night, just waiting for the right moment to go into your room and change into the little négligée you already arranged.

He's cutely complimenting everything: your looks, the food, the atmosphere, the effort you put into it. He is grinning from ear to ear the whole night, shyly praising you for breathing.

As you both start to wash the dishes, you excuse yourself, telling him you need to take off the heels you have been wearing. In actuality, you're keeping them on, just taking off your underwear and slipping into the different set of clothes.

Confused by the sound of your heels on the floor, Anton turns around to ask why you haven't taken them off, just to see you wearing something even sexier, more revealing than before.

In all honesty, he already had a massive boner the entire night, this was just his tipping point.

Picking you up and carrying you back into the backroom, dishes abandoned, he will make sure to show you how much he appreciates your effort.

He's desperate, horny, and rougher than usual. Hot, wet kisses on your pussy, sensual and deep thrust from behind, he might even spank you a little bit if you're fine with it. Two, three or four rounds, as long as you can keep up. He's greedy tonight.

[groundzerosgirlfriend]

A/n: Just binge watched all three seasons of Dr. Stone and Senku and Tsukasa can do whatever they want to me! Bark Bakrk woof Awooga!

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That revived you in this new stone world with the 'miracle fluid' after gathering a strong enough army, to ensure your safety at all times.

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: That barely wants his right-hand man Hyoga to be around you unless it's absolutely necessary going out of way to forage, fish, and hunt with you.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sits beside you for quality time as you sew and talk his ear off about everything that runs his mind and although he could spend his time elsewhere, where else would he want to be.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That is still as sweet as he was 3,700 years ago instead of carrying your books to school, he carries any prey you caught, any basket of mushrooms, and any firewood (He doesn't want his gorgeous girl working hard, what type of boyfriend would he be).

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That ignores all the other attractive women (much to the disappointment of Minami) in his empire throwing themselves at him much preferring to keep his sights set on you. His one and only.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart breaks as you finally see him firsthand destroy a statue of an older gentleman the crumbled rock around his feet and his gut twisting as your eyes prick the slightest tears.

Soft boyfriend Tsukasa: Who doesn't follow after you when your quick leave his vicinity not wanting to pressure you into talking to him, knowing how empathetic you are about a lot of things (It's one of the things he loves about you, but right now it's biting him in the ass).

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Whose heart beats harder than it ever has when comparing it to any of his grueling wrestling matches after a week of silence on your end you sit next to him at the campfire site just leaning your head on his shoulder.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who's about to apologize for slaughtering those statues in front of you and explain his reasoning behind his uncouth action is surprised when you tell him 'You don't mind.'

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who stays quiet with ears open as you express that although you don't like what he's doing, you condone killing innocent people statues or not, but you won't question it or force him to stop knowing it has to be for good reason.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who places his huge hands-on top of yours just giving a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement and thankfulness, because in this moment no words need to be said as the fire crackles in front of you two.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who is now happier than he thinks he's ever been having both you and his newly revived sister free from her dreaded comatose (with the help of Senku) at his side.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who smiles the slightest bit and chuckles softly as he watches from the sidelines you entertain and play with his younger sister grateful that the two of you get along so well and even wondering if one day you would want a family with him. A blend of both of your genes.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That sacrifices his life with a spear piercing through his lung at the river side when Hyoga attempts to attack you and Miria. The last thing he sees before he falls into the river is you and Senku reaching out for him in a desperate attempt to catch him.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: After his epic battle with Senku at his side he spends his last minutes alive breathing ragged and hoarse with you and the renowned scientist. His head in your lap and holding each other hands as he chuckles at Senku's attempt at small talk.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: That whispers out a barely heard "I love you" but before you can even comprehend it and much less respond his eyes softly close, and his breathing comes to a permanent stop.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who unknowingly has you and his sister by his side the entire time he is in cold sleep. Barely leaving the makeshift refrigerator as you tell him stories and talk his ear off knowing that you won't get a response.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who when he's finally revived and healed from what were once permanent wounds hugs his teary-eyed little sister and looks around the cave space for you inconspicuously knowing you couldn't be far.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who finally spots you in the very back of the group your lip quivering as he cracks the softest of smiles and hold his arms open for you to rush into as you cry and snot all over his bare chest comforting you with the fact that he was alive and well now.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who even though was dead for months on end in that cold refrigerator somehow knew that you were by his side the entire time thanking you for never giving up on him.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who sits with you on the cave floor simply murmuring low sweet nothings in your ear as you cling onto him as if to make sure he's really alive and well, your head pressed against his chest to hear his heart beating once more.

Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who says "Let me say it properly this time, my dear. I love you."

Extra: Soft Boyfriend Tsukasa: Who could most definitely manhandle you like a little ragdoll but refrains from it since you've never expressed interest in such rough treatment. But after he tosses you over his shoulder to carry you out the cave without asking in the heat of the moment and hears your delighted giggle, he'll be sure to bring that up with you.

[doukeshi-kun]

What happens on days where Nikolai and his family go to the beach to have fun and his wife is wearing a swimsuit (not extremely revealing since their kids are there but just enough for Nikolai to go awooga)

𝙙𝙖𝙙!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩

replies ⨳ i love this sm I LOVE

contents ⨳ fem!reader, babymama!reader, oc kids (yuri, mari, karol), fluff, suggestive

“Karol.”

Karol coos sadly as Nikolai ties the lace of the boy's beach shorts. Yuri is standing by his side, already wearing his blue swimsuit. Karol wants to mimic his dad, so he insists on just wearing a pair of shorts.

“You already put on your sunscreen, Yurochka?” Nikolai asks before he stands up, looking at himself in the mirror. His loose white shirt is unbuttoned fully and his sunglasses are resting on his head. He adjusts his grey swim trunks before he gives the sunscreen on the sink to Karol.

“Here you go, Karol. Your turn.”

Karol grins as he takes the sunscreen. Nikolai then grabs the bag that holds the rest of his and his kids' belongings before leading them out of the men's restroom. He holds Yuri's hand as Karol is trailing closely by Yuri's side.

“Where's mom? And Mari?” Yuri asks when they are already at the beach, with Nikolai laying a mat on the sand, under the shadow of a tree. Nikolai smiles at Yuri — always looking out for people he cherishes. He pats Yuri's head, messing with the boy's hair.

“Mama and Mari are probably still in the restroom, Yurochka. They know where to find us. And Karol! Why are you white?”

Karol looks at Nikolai, confused — his face is completely covered with sunscreen, an excessive amount of it too. Yuri scrunches his face, seeing Karol's proud face as the little gremlin makes an 'X' gesture with his arms, aimed at the sun.

“Extra protection! Sun is ev— waaa!”

He whines when Nikolai starts to rub his face, making sure the sunscreen is applied evenly to his face and neck. Karol tries to fight Nikolai's hands but his effort is clearly futile against his own dad.

“Hey.”

Karol stops resisting immediately. He pouts but he lets Nikolai do what he wants. Yuri is already sitting, looking around to look for his sister and mother, sometimes watching his dad apply some sunscreen on Karol's back.

As soon he turns to his right, he sees you and Mari walking towards him. Mari gets excited quickly and runs towards them, immediately lunging herself on Nikolai who still does not notice you are coming.

“Papa!”

“Oh!” Nikolai turns around quickly and his smile gets broader once he sees his little princess, adorable in a pink and yellow swimsuit. She also has a small beach hat on her head.

“You look cute, malyshka.” Nikolai smiles, pinching Mari's cheek lightly. Mari happily twirls and shows her twin braids.

“Mom did it for me!”

“Is that so?” Nikolai chuckles. “Seems like your braiding skill has...” his words falter when he turns his head towards you. His eyes widen as they travel your whole body, up and down multiple times.

“Mari! Let's build our sand empire!” Karol is quick to drag Mari to leave the shade and to the beach. Yuri stands on his feet quickly and follows his two little siblings, warning them to not go far. You only watch the kids leave you and your husband in the shadow as they are now having fun at the beach.

“My goodness, Karol is just too excited, isn't he?” you comment as you finally sit beside your husband. You turn to Nikolai and realize that he is very much staring at you — from head to toe.

“Kolya?”

“Mm...”

“Do I look too pretty?” you ask, clutching the long tropical robe you wore over your white one-piece swimsuit. Nikolai's eyes twitch at your assumption before he shakes his head, smiling slyly.

“You look sexy, gorgeous.”

“Oh, you...” you shyly nudge his face to the side. Nikolai chuckles at your touch as he turns his face to you again. “Not going to lie though... It feels a bit too tight right here,” you mumble as you fix the fabric beneath your breasts and of course your husband would shamelessly stare. Your breasts do get bigger after three pregnancies after all and Nikolai loves that.

“Yeah? Like this? Want me to fix it?” Nikolai grins as his hand reaches that part, purposely nudging your breasts so they shake a bit. You slap his hand away lightly, only making him laugh.

“You're such a pervy,” you mumble, slapping his thigh, which makes Nikolai groan lowly, covering his mouth in frustration. He feels extremely bothered and giddy — who wouldn't feel so when your sexy wife is by your side?

“You're driving me crazy, love.”

Nikolai could not keep his hand to himself as he holds your thigh, squeezing it lightly. “You're so pretty, love. I just can't,” he says, leaning closer. But you are quick to halt his advance by placing a hand on his bare toned chest.

“Baby, please, just a kiss.” he pouts.

You laugh softly, only making Nikolai smile more. Your hand that is on his chest trails up to his chin. You pull him closer, pecking his lips shortly.

“There. Now go check on the kids. Mari and Yuri are burying Karol in the sand now.”

Nikolai grins. “Yes, ma'am.”

He stands and wears his sunglasses back. Before he walks to his kids, he immediately seizes your jaw, bringing your face upward only to plant a kiss on your lips, a bit longer than before. Your giggle muffled by the kiss only makes him smirk against your lips.

“Just you wait tonight, love.”

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